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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM irisviel von einzbern from FATE series

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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Science doesn't know ethical. [break][break]

You were born to the law; morals drilled into your head from when you were young growing up. You were on the straight and narrow; a young girl who searched for nothing but justice. You wished to protect the innocent, catch the bad guys; your dream was to get into law like your parents. You aspired to be like them; a prosecutor who brought the evil to justice, or a defense attorney who helped the weak. You were the image of everything moral. You went by the book and by your heart (so when did you start to think that dissecting bugs was okay? When did you learn this sadistic tendancy to hurt for the sake of learning?).
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As they say; knowledge is power. Your parents constantly taught you this, and implored you to learn more, and more (you are the definition of a child who has learned too much; a perfect black and white view slowly succumbed to the grey as you grew up). Morality was a broad subject, something that you were unfamiliar with. Why did the law have to conform to it? Why did the law have to adjust? You grew, never learning why until you read books. Books, and books on philosophers (law has become unreliable; their facts change as new cases arise - science won't betray you) along with the sciences. Philosophy was theory; morality had become a grey spot - a foreign spot - as you skimmed the pages. [break][break]

You were confused, lost. You needed answers. You needed concrete answers. You didn't want fickle revelations. You didn't need opinions to cloud the facts. You needed to learn more in this world and - if there was anything you had learned from science - is that you could only learn through observation and experience. It was the most effective way. So rather than sitting and reading all the book in your parents' room, you took it upon yourself to do more research on the internet, and perform small experiments in your home (they were harmless; your parents seemed pleased. Perhaps you could become a doctor, saving lives for the better. They didn't know how far you were falling). [break][break]

But the experiments got worse, and worse. chemical reactions turned into collecting samples. Samples of water and liquids turned into soil, droppings and animal parts such as feathers. These objects gradually got bigger, and bigger (until you were out hunting for corpses. you were a child who walked down the streets, holding the bloody road kill with an indifferent expression on your face). You didn't know how far you were falling. [break][break]

You attended university, and you met a man (he was wonderful, perfect. The best specimen he was, and you were intrigued). The reactions in your brain and heart were classified with the oxytocin, however you couldn't find the words to describe it. He taught you with kindness in his eyes, and you could help but to fall more and more into his grasp. Logical debates between your head and heart no longer made sense (it was like a drug was messing with your mind and your body; you wanted it to stop) and this scared you. But you stayed with him.[break][break]

At twenty five, he went on one knee and held a ring to you. You keep this ring even now. You keep the ring around your finger, over the brown glove (stained by the blood of he who proposed). It was the job. You examined the corpse. Yet you, known as the iron maiden, couldn't stomach nor fathom the idea of touching his body. Why? [break][break]

You realized too late (you were in love. This is a flaw; a drug in your code).[break][break]

People. You could no longer look at people. Forensics was no longer a passion. You couldn't look at them (all flesh was the same, and this reminds you that it is the same as your once husband) and hence, turned to pokemon. It was frowned upon. You, ridiculed. You, who couldn't understand the difference nor the issue, was left in the dark and behind the other trainers who accused you of 'murder' and 'abuse'. You didn't understand. You couldn't. [break][break]

Then you were approached by them (offered with a tantalizing offer) to work. To research, to use. You would have power, reign over it, and you will work hard. You wonder why you've agreed to begin with. You question yourself at night, ask yourself; "why am I doing this?"[break][break]

(It's to forget about the man whom you once loved; you've convinced yourself not to love anymore, and yet your heart has not the strength to take the ring of the deceased off while his ring hangs around your neck on a silver chain.)