Dravocn Hecoro

Dravocn is a man of many interests, though they're awfully specific. He can find joy in the mundane task of putting someone's dislocated arm into place, he can also find joy in the slow yet nearly intolerable torture he is to give criminals of the empire in order to access information regarding what he needs to make his hosts happy. It isn't the dark cynicism that makes him joyous, it is the psychology, the biology of his subject that makes him interested. He likes picking people apart, in both senses of the term, he's a scientist after all. He's also a gentle soul despite his sadistic appetite for information. The man will speak with his victim calmly and gently, the enemy usually fighting at first and making snide comments and refusing to talk about the topic that the host requires. Dravocn gets his results, its quite fun for him, he takes his time, slowly analyzing responses and body language... the psychology of a person can be read rather easily when in an enclosed space for extended periods of time.... and Dravocn loves finding those lovely small little chinks in the target's mental armor... and applying very careful pressure to it until the irritant breaks. You can claim this as sadism, or evil, but to Dravocn, it's just business. He works for the Acrosian Empire after all, he knows honor and he applies it. An example of this was about two or three weeks ago. 

It was a nice day, the blue sun that stared down at the Acrosian planet Bris was hidden behind quite a few puffy clouds. The reason why the heat was not intolerable was due to the distance between the sun and the planet... and a carefully laid out ki barrier by the scientific industry of energy conservation and management. The strange creatures that would essentially be considered birds were making their... interesting music... it was as if they sang in the form of a clarinet, only to be quickly shot by random Acrosians for disturbing their quiet day. The titanium sidewalks that coated the city had a nice cooling touch to them, as not many people wanted to walk on heated metal... and having it too cold would be no good either due to frost bite and skin clinging to cold metal. Instead, it was a nice cooled temperature, a good seven point two degrees Celsius, or forty five degrees Fahrenheit. The world itself was quite different from Earth, but there were clearly quite a few similarities in species and evolutionary existences despite an alien world. 

Dravocn had begun to make work on his newest project, Bio-Adaptive Armor that like an Acrosian's body, can shift to fit the power within the wearer, growing stronger as the owner does. However he was having very little progress in it and that was starting to bug him, his project was genius, he was sure of it. He had issues with the idea of being prideful, he didn't like egotism... but he wasn't so against pride that he had none for himself, he believes he has a healthy balance of such. The armor was supposed to grow in power just as its user, and each suit of armor was supposed to give a different effect depending on the wearer's desires upon purchase... instead it could barely hold an Acrosian Scientist's power, he was afraid to put it on a soldier without perfecting it first. The Chronic was putting the finishing touches on his fifth prototype before being called out to interrogate a subject and his eyes gleamed upon hearing the request, excitement as well as curiosity as to who the person could be this time. 

Heading down the halls he grew to know so very well, he spotted a few captives through one way ki-proof windows, even a few Acrosians, it was very interesting to see one of their own kind turn on the kingdom... so Dravocn was excited to see his subject. He entered his door and closed it behind him, he was wearing one of his favorite pairs of gloves. Dravocn had a lot of various pairs of gloves, each of them had special herbs laced in them depending on what he wanted to do with them. He happened to like a few of them for their various effects, the one he chose to wear this time were... well... gloves as calm as him. White gloves like his skin, a light pink rose colored metal slowly rising from his wrist to just between the thumb and index finger from a stem to an extravagant yet subtle floral pattern... and a deep deep red dot on the very center of his palms. They were made by himself, including the lacing of the herbs, for reasons his coworkers didn't understand. 

He smiled at his 'customer' as he made a light bow to them, raising to a stand to see that the person in the chair this time... was a female saiyan. This, in many ways, could become an awkward and rather... uncomfortably sensual situation due to the purpose of Dravocn's current pair of gloves, so instead of going into detail about what he is doing to this poor thing, we will simply explain that his gloves were meant to numb and relax those touched. The more touching done, the higher the dosage given, sometimes it can be even lethal doses of relaxation and numbness.... so in short, he calls this pair of gloves 'Sloth's Respite'. 

Dravocn was a careful person, never wanting to be done with his subject too rapidly, but always making progress in his projects whether it be people or otherwise. He's professional, courteous, kind, and calm.... and prefers to always be precise.... a perfectionist at heart. The man took a seat, looking to the woman and taking her out of the torture table that she was locked into on all four limbs. She tried swiping at him out of anger of course, fear, and what was clearly stress based on the fact that she was captured by the Acrosian Empire. The female slowly became tired... slowly... and after a few... potent herb laced touching of the arms, fists, and legs... as saiyans tend to wear rather revealing clothes to show off their muscles to possible mates be they male or female. She slowly came to a stop, relaxed, trying to keep an eye on the scientist that was to be interrogating her... and always in the back of every female's mind when dealing with an enemy male... the possibility of a certain... 'R' word that consequently is also R-rated. She was especially conscious of that considering that the scientist in question never seemed to stop smiling.... it was... creepy to say the least. 

The woman once she was completely under the spell of these herbs began to get very very relaxed, her saiyan immune system unable to keep up with this unorthodox assault. She slowly began to speak to him, although hesitantly at first, her words soon started pouring out of her like a waterfall of information and an interesting level of trust. He told her before he let her out of her chains that he would do no harm to her, and he kept that promise, he kept his honor by being forthright with her and doing his job. He simply watched her as she began to smile softly, her worries seeming to lift out of her body, the stress of her society and being captured suddenly gone. She had no reason to cry, but she began to, perhaps out of joy... but Dravocn wasn't finished yet, he had his answers, but he was hoping for a bit of psychological playtime. 

Most saiyans start out aggressive, typically out of habit, nature, and a bit of nurture here and there. But they never stay violent for long, at least not when they've relaxed so thoroughly. Eventually, after Dravocn got the answers his bosses wanted, he began asking... oddball questions, like 'What sort of birds do you like?' or 'Is it fun being in the army? Do you enjoy life at home? What sort of drink do you prefer when you're on your day off?'. Anyone with a general understanding of psychology would understand that this was him picking her brain, finding nice big red targets, lining up his metaphorical and metaphysical dagger to jab straight into the empty space in her armor. He was not ethical... no, he was kind, he was caring, he was careful, cautious... focused. He wanted to make sure, he had everything he needed on this person so in case he needed something, he could be her personal wish granter... and get what he wants. 

In the end, he let the girl go, she was a very sweet girl after she had calmed down. He appreciated that, and when she'd passed out from relaxation, he smiled and stayed with her while she slept... so as not to allow the guards to stress her suddenly. It turns out she has family hiding out on this planet, it turns out that her little sister looks up to her while her elder brother is busy plotting to gather an army for an assault on the castle. He let her go out of necessity, he took family rather seriously, and while her brother is the one who will later be suffering, he was not going to give the location of her hovel... the little one being left alone with her big sister. No... Dravocn is not evil... he simply listens, pays attention, and when the time is right... he takes what he wants... but he doesn't do unnecessary evils. 


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