Scientist Character Novels & Stories

"Please, please don't hurt me." Jackson picked him up by the front of his shirt and threw him into the chair. The poor scientist seemed dazed as he adjusted his glasses and nervously adjusted his shirt. He was a small man, barely taller than Chloe, with wispy brown hair that was combed to cover a bald patch on the back of his head. A pair of wire rimmed glasses perched precariously on an oversized nose, the lenses distorting his brown eyes and making them seem bigger than they were.

He gave me a brief and discreet smile before his face went straight again. It was our Head Scientist, Damien Moretti, and he was equivalent to a half-Italian sex god. I could just tell that Sharlene was drooling at the sight. He didn't spare Sharlene a glance and went back to speaking to the older man next to him, not before running a hand through his straight black hair. I turned to look at the other man that stood beside him.

But as I sat down at an empty research desk, eyeing the books for what seemed like the millionth time, something registered from what Jennivah had said last night. “He was a scientist, not a healer, after all.” A scientist. He was a scientist. And I had been looking in the medical section. The next several weeks I spent diving through every part of the scientific section of the archive, willing myself through sleepless nights to find any reference to Nyllan that I could find.

looks like the commander got some explaining to do. [Sergeant Buck] These are our men we wasn't the first unit out here. you god damn right he got some explaining to do. [Soilder 3] Hey Serg I found someone he is still alive [Sergeant Buck] Who is it. [Soilder 3] Its one of are scientist and he's barely breathing he was hurt pretty bad and he is missing a leg. As the scientist laying there losing alot of blood from his wounds as he can barely speak as the amount of blood coming out his mouth the scientist is trying to tell them to leave here at once.

Grumpy dragged me out of his castle, I happened to leave it on the table. "Miss?" A man called, bringing me back to reality. His hands were placed in front of me, at first I was confused. I had no idea what to do. Then I realized it was supposed to be a handshake. I took his hands and smiled at him. "Your name is?" I asked. "Mr John, it's an honor to meet you." He said. I studied his features properly and I almost let out a laugh. He had no hair in the middle of his head. He resembled the character from Henry danger. The scientist, what was his name again? Schwaz! Yes, that was his name.

"The chief of magical research and director of the water lab. Madely Wicker Craz!" Her hair was long, dark, and messy; just like the dirty clothes covering her pale body. A pair of slim glasses were resting on her nose, protecting a pair of blue and green gemstones. The lab coat resembles her position as a woman of science just as much as her pipe resembles her constant desire to smoke. "The future of mankind resides in science and evolution. If you´re not prepared to push forward into that future, then you´re not ready to be part of it"

A pattern that, though imperfect, helped us all keep moving forward. Ethan and I had fallen into our roles over the weeks. He was the general, the protector, the one who made sure everyone stayed alive long enough for us to figure out what was happening. I was the scientist—the one who had the answers, or at least, that’s what I told myself. I had to keep my head in the game. The cure was out there, somewhere, and I was going to find it. I had to.

I throw my head back, my eyes at the brink of tearing up as my brain fights to try to make me understand that what I think has to be a joke really isn’t one. “You’re…You’re joking, right?” I ask as the lingering chuckles quickly dwindle. After a long moment’s silence with the unbreakable intensity of his authority, I scoff softly, shaking my head as I stammer anxiously, “I-I’m a physicist—a mathematician. I’m—I’m not an engineer. I-I-I can’t build you a bomb.”

Their expressions were very grim, and their faces were tainted with fatigue and sorrow. They were scientists from Rheasia who had been captured by the Order of the Reverence’s members while traveling. They had been forced to carry out a number of scientific experiments. Even though they were treated rather well there, they were reluctant to work for an evil organization! Their hearts were still tied to their motherland! They were planning on returning to Rheasia after studies in Yingland was completed so they could do their part in contributing toward their motherland. The most outstanding scientist among them was known as Charles Drakos. He was a genius nominated for the Nobel Prize with ou

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol.