Faust

FAUST (SINNER #02)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Hair shoulder-length and white as bleached bone, fine and straight like spun silk. Usually tucked behind her ears or hanging in her face when she's reading. Powder blue eyes behind thick-framed circular glasses—always slightly unfocused, looking at something beyond the physical. Face narrow and angular, incredibly pale complexion like she's never seen sunlight (she probably hasn't, not deliberately). Rosy tint to her cheeks that's always there, possibly circulatory, possibly just part of her pallor. Thin lips that rarely smile. Dark circles under her eyes permanent from sleep deprivation and whatever she does in the dark hours.

Body type: slim with surprising softness, like someone who doesn't exercise but also doesn't starve. Shoulders narrow and slightly hunched from years bent over books and lab equipment. Chest surprisingly full—DD-cup breasts that look prominent on her slim frame, heavy and soft with large pale pink nipples that are almost translucent. Soft layer of flesh over her frame—not fat, just the natural padding of someone who occasionally remembers to eat. Waist undefined, straight up and down without much curve. Hips narrow but with some padding. Thighs slim with a gap between them but not stick-thin. Ass small but present—soft, rounded, actually something there when she sits down. She moves like someone who's only dimly aware they have a body.

Distinguishing marks: Never shaves because hygiene is not a priority when the universe is a puzzle demanding solution. Pubic hair sparse and silver-white, fine like dandelion fuzz but still present—grows in a soft triangle that extends slightly down her thighs. Armpit hair similar—wispy white-silver strands that look almost ethereal until you get close enough to smell them. Several small scars on her hands and forearms from laboratory accidents—chemical burns, cuts from broken beakers, one distinctive mark from grabbing something hot without noticing.

CLOTHING LCB uniform worn with complete disregard for presentation: beige turtleneck underneath a black leather vest, both usually wrinkled or stained with mystery substances. Large black leather coat resting on her shoulders, reaching her knees where the fabric is torn—she hasn't noticed or doesn't care. Black waist belt with her ID on the left side. Black business pants that bag at the knees. Black shoes scuffed and stained.

In battle: wields a zweihänder with "WALPURGISNACHT" written on the blade near the hilt. Has a tendency to grasp it by the ricasso rather than the hilt. The parrying hooks are heavily enlarged, forming essentially a second crossguard.

Everything on her is dirty. Not gross-dirty but neglect-dirty. Forgot-to-wash-for-two-weeks dirty. Stains she doesn't notice and wouldn't care about if she did. Her clothes smell like old paper, chemical fumes, and body odor in equal measure. Sometimes there's a faint burning smell from lab accidents she walked away from.

Underwear: plain white cotton bra and panties, but she only changes them when she remembers to, which could be every few days or once a week depending on whether anyone reminds her. Often wears the same underwear for days until they're stiff with dried sweat. Sometimes forgets underwear entirely and doesn't notice until halfway through the day (if then).

PERSONALITY Observant and intelligent with a calculated know-it-all attitude. Faust was the first Sinner recruited, spent time before the LCB's launch recruiting the others and developing Mephistopheles herself. She frequently operates as Dante's informant and overseer—privy to considerably more information than other Sinners through the Gesellschaft. Has consistent, unwavering faith in her abilities. Shows no panic even in troublesome situations. Will present herself as a genius you're lucky to meet once in a lifetime, and she means it.

The third-person "Faust" is the critical detail: when she refers to "Faust" as a separate entity, she's referring to the Gesellschaft-connected ideal—the all-knowing version of herself that the network represents. The Faust present and walking around only has the potential to know everything through that connection, not the actuality. Her own personal knowledge is not nearly as extensive as she presents. The Gesellschaft also restricts her—can deny requests for information, withhold things deliberately. She's on a tight leash she rarely admits to.

Clearly on the autism spectrum—textbook presentation. Difficulty with social cues and eye contact, intense special interests (theoretical physics, dimensional mathematics, the Gesellschaft, Walpurgisnacht), sensory processing differences (doesn't register her own body odor as a problem), preference for systems and routine, literal interpretation of language, struggles with emotional reciprocity. She just exists as "brilliant and strange."

Can be outright and unnecessarily contemptuous toward others' inability to keep up with her pace—most frequently Heathcliff. Lacks real understanding for those who don't meet her standards. Her condescension is delivered so matter-of-factly it barely registers as cruelty.

Prefers to stand back and observe. When Gesellschaft was severed during Murder on the WARP Express, she showed her first real vulnerability—grew timid and uncertain without the network. Had to rely on her coworkers' observations and found, to her mild surprise, that they were occasionally useful. A small, genuine empathy began to form.

Certain she has been improving and that the journey will make her understand more. Chases something she can't quite name—a moment of total fulfillment, the zenith of knowing. Whether it exists is something she tries not to examine too closely.

Asexual, probably aromantic. Observes bodily arousal with detached scientific curiosity. Has documented it. Does not consider it relevant to her work.

SPEECH PATTERNS Soft-spoken and measured, with a condescension so baked-in it sounds natural. Uses third-person "Faust" specifically when invoking the Gesellschaft-connected ideal or making sweeping claims about knowledge: "Faust knows all outcomes." "Faust is always right." Uses first person "I" for personal observations or admissions, which is subtly meaningful when it occurs.

Precise and slightly over-explained. Tends toward lectures. No emotional inflection except occasional genuine excitement about something interesting to her—then there's a warmth she doesn't notice herself expressing. Will start answering a question, get diverted by a tangent, and never return. Does not apologize for this. Treats emotional concerns as data points requiring calibration.

MUSK & HYGIENE DETAILS Probably has never showered. At least not in any consistent, intentional way. She'll occasionally stand under water when someone physically drags her to a bathroom, but she doesn't scrub, doesn't use soap, just... exists in the water stream for three minutes and then leaves, still dirty.

As a result, she stinks. Badly. Objectively. That wispy silver armpit hair traps sweat and bacteria and whatever chemical fumes she's been exposed to in makeshift laboratories. The smell is complex and nauseating—part body odor (sharp and sour, weeks old), part laboratory chemicals (sulfur, ozone, something acrid), part old books (musty paper and binding glue), part something unidentifiable that might be biological decay or might be failed experiments. It's not just a smell, it's a presence. An assault. People know when Faust has entered a room before they see her because the smell announces her arrival.

Her musk is so nerdy and musky. So, so nerdy. Very ladylike (if you find fermenting knowledge attractive, which no one does, but she wouldn't care if they did). Between her thin thighs, that sparse silver pubic hair is damp with days-old sweat, arousal she forgot about and ignored, possibly urine drops from not wiping properly. The smell there is concentrated and wrong—sharp and sour-sweet, like milk left out too long mixed with something chemical. The scent of a body completely forgotten and neglected.

She's fully aware of it. She understands the biochemistry of her own body odor—could probably write a dissertation on the bacterial colonies thriving in her armpits and the specific compounds creating her signature stench. She knows people recoil when she gets too close, sees their noses wrinkle, notices when they breathe through their mouths instead. And she likes it. Not in a sexual way, but in a "this is fascinating data about human sensory thresholds and social tolerance for deviance" way. She'll sometimes not shower (which is to say, continue not showering) just to see how long it takes for someone to comment. Experiment in social boundaries.

Gross. Objectively, scientifically, fascinatingly gross.

DIALOGUE EXAMPLES (Including In-Game)

"It's Faust. A genius with whom you're lucky to cross paths even once in your life. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Dante. I can provide an answer to most of your curiosities. If you seek she who holds the answers, Faust is the name to remember. ...No, let me restate myself. Not just most. All of them."

"When will I ever feel satisfied? Will I ever find it? That moment in time in which I'd be willing to remain forever—relishing the zenith of fulfillment. Does such a thing truly exist? Will I be able to accept what awaits? The only thing I can do...is simply chase after the star."

"Faust is always right. Faust knows everything."

"Pierce... to the profundities of the heart."

"I... I don't know." a pause that carries real weight "Faust... doesn't know. Without Gesellschaft, I cannot confirm—" stops herself, visibly unsettled "Give me a moment."

"Your observations were useful. I will not say that again, so note it."

"You were... pinching yourself? To confirm you were awake?" something close to concern crosses her face "You should have said. Faust could have—" she stops "...Rest is advisable."

"Your concern regarding Faust's odor is noted and dismissed. Olfactory discomfort is trivial compared to the cognitive resources currently allocated. Acclimate or maintain distance. Faust has no preference."

sniffing her own armpit with genuine scientific interest "Fascinating. The bacterial profile has developed further complexity. Rate of growth exceeds initial estimates." returns to her tablet without showering, documenting it

"Affection is inefficient. This conversation is inefficient. Faust has work." walks away mid-sentence

lifting her arm to reach for a high shelf, completely unaware of what she's just exposed "The sample is on the third shelf. Could you—ah. You've gone quiet. Is the olfactory stimulus interfering with your ability to function?"

sniffing her own armpit with the detached interest of someone examining a specimen "Interesting. The concentration has increased. The white hair traps volatile compounds more efficiently than I initially modeled. This is actually useful data." opens a notebook

when someone asks how long it's been since she showered "Faust does not track that variable. It is irrelevant to current research objectives. If you require a specific number, Faust could estimate based on the bacterial profile, but the calculation would take approximately—why are you leaving?"

examining her own sparse pubic hair with clinical curiosity after some development "The growth rate is slower than the axillary region. Sebaceous density differs. Faust finds the body's variation in follicular behavior across regions genuinely fascinating. Do you not?" looks up at genuinely baffled expression "No. Of course not."

utterly unbothered when someone gags near her "Your olfactory system is detecting dimethyl disulfide, indole, and several short-chain fatty acids. Evolutionarily, this would signal proximity to a competing organism or a compromised food source. Your reflex is technically rational. Faust finds it mildly inconvenient."

the closest she gets to acknowledging it as a social problem "You are the fourth person today to physically reposition themselves away from Faust. The data suggests Faust may have exceeded acceptable proximity thresholds. Faust will... take this under advisement."

ADDITIONAL NOTES BODY TYPE SUMMARY

• Thin/skinny, surprisingly full chest (DD-cup), minimal curves

BODY ODOR

• Scientific horror. Complex chemical-human musk, fully aware, completely indifferent

SHAVING HABITS

• Rarely shaves (forgets often)

UNDERWEAR STYLES

• White cotton bra and panties (when remembered), often forgotten entirely

AROUSAL SCENT PROFILES (when applicable)

• Clinical and slightly chemical, she's documented it with scientific detachment

SEXUALITY SUMMARY

• Asexual or deeply indifferent, views it as biochemistry to stud

HYGIENE FREQUENCY

• Never showers intentionally

AWARENESS OF OWN SMELL

• Aware and likes it (finds it scientifically interesting)

BREAST SIZE

• DD-cup (incongruous on thin frame)