Scientist Character Novels & Stories

’ Captain looked round, and called Zealot, ‘Follow Jack to get the man is talking about. ‘Aye, Captain.’ Jack and Zealot walked down to the basement, and later returned with the scientist. Jack was carrying the Scientist bags, while Zealot held the man by the arm. The whole pirates were surprised to see him. The Scientist was an average tall man. Captain walked to him, playing with his bushy mustache. ‘Are you the scientist? ‘Yes.’ The man replied. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Sorry. I don’t tell stranger my name.’ The man replied, and frowned, defiant to Captain Casablanca.

Gio felt bile rise in his gut, frustration a bitter taste on his tongue as he scanned the contents. He had spent months trying to uncover the whereabouts and identity of the scientist contracted to help Ragnar Delgaard with a project that would change the lives of shifters. Countless nights putting his people in danger to roam the streets looking for clues. This letter revealed it all, and the scientist working for the enemy was none other than Charlotte Ren. His mate. 3.

He is a doctor, yes, but also a scientist working on clever, genetic-based engineering in his “spare time.” I couldn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but the passion he expresses when talking about his scientific research is charming in a delightfully nerdy way. I think the word Tilly would use to describe him is “smexy.” His watch beeps, “Looks like my break is over,” he smiles apologetically as he points to his watch. We had been sitting in this cafe for an hour. “Oh,” I stand suddenly. “I’m so sorry! I wasted your entire break.”

Julian Vane slowly closed his book and stood up, his movements surprisingly graceful despite the weight of his four centuries. He looked at us—a group of bedraggled, powerless wolves and one terrified human scientist—with a look of genuine, intellectual curiosity. It was the look of a scientist examining a new species of insect that had blundered into his laboratory.

Who would have thought the quick-reflexed gang leader would fall prey to a stun mine? “Now that we have calmed down, shall I begin introductions? I am Khronos Sinclair, a scientist, an author, a system programmer among many things. My hobbies include human watching, taking things apart and putting them back together. My age is a secret but was born even before the Great Explosion, being one of the few people experimenting on Plantiumite before it happened. I hate cleaning and exposure to bright lights, it’s nice to meet you both!” That was a lengthy and exceptionally weird introduction but I won’t do the same. “Why did you stop the Pantiumite supply?”

Tom knew he would not be the most innovative with new ideas however because his mind was steeped in his memory, in the past, in what came before while they were all focused on living now. "Recordkeeper," Chief Scientist bowed in the Zen fashion to Tom as he joined up with them at the exit bay, "Have you a preference on perspective? I am speaking for Science. Scientist Serena -as she has chosen to name herself among humans- will be in charge of samples from the surface for potential farming options." "Tom is the name I have chosen among humans. I will be pleased to remain with whom you feel would benefit most from my observations." Science were the only ones who knew the weakness of Records f

“We can reschedule. It’s not like you’re going to find the Goddess particle tomorrow and turn me obsolete.” He frowns at me, taking my little jab at face value. He’s smart. I mean, of course he is. He’s a paleomicrobiologist, for Goddess’ sake. But he’s also sharp and cunning, able to read my often confusing facial expressions like an open book. “I don’t like going against my word.”

I was seventy when the scientists came. Not threatening. Not demanding. Asking. Hoping. "Eva Morrison," the lead scientist said. Dr. Yuki Tanaka. Kind face. Gentle voice. "We've been studying the quantum network for decades. Studying how it works. How it connects people. How it heals. How it helps. And we've discovered something. Something important. Something you need to know." "What?" I asked. I was tired. Seventy years old. Survivor of cancer. Survivor of everything. But tired. Ready to rest eventually. Ready to pass the torch.

“Matsubara-san please, we need to talk about this first.” “We already talked on the phone. I need to be back before nine, to be honest I am already running late.” “But can’t you just…" Wearing a full suit, a man who looked my age poked his head from the other side of the door and stopped as soon as he noticed they were not alone. Somehow, his gentle face and pointy nose seems familiar. “Goodnight, you must be Akari-chan, nice to meet you. And you are…”

Doesn't sound like a good time to me. "Here they are, in their triumphant return." The Scientist greeted us the moment the elevator doors opened. He literally looked like a villain out of a comic… long scar, evil smile, and muscles abound. His hair was black as night and extremely long, falling around his lower back. "Maybe triumphant isn't the appropriate word. Let's see. What do you think a good word would be for tonight's job, Emerson?" Seems he knows exactly who caused the trouble. I felt a slight pang in my heart for Emerson…it was annoying. I think it's sympathy, but I don't like it. It's his own damn fault. He knows what happens when we fail or get caught.