Name: Fredrick Andrew Kline
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Description: Fredrick is a 6 foot 2 inch tall, muscular man who is incredibly dissatisfied with life. Making a fortune as a 19 year-old man by creating an incredibly versatile and useful gadget, the Personal Scribe, he resents his good fortune. As soon as he acquired the first check from his witty invention, his parents insisted he get serious about things. With a toxic dose of pride and entitlement and a deep-set desire to please, Fredrick moved quickly into the corporate world. When he was 25, however, he quietly moved to the Julian district and into another office and began working there as a systems manager for the Renesian News Service. He continued to retain his rights to the Personal Scribe, and runs the business and technology from his home.
Fredrick is a technology genius. Working all day, he continues to run a business mainly on his own, and do it well. He is constantly writing, a bit of an obcession of his, and he often develops new ideas for inventions. He has thousands of Certificates of Ownership [much like a patent] and is a celebrity in the technological world.
All of these things would be wonderful to many people. Kline can have whatever he wants...but isn't sure at all of what that is. Dissatisfied with wealth, fame, comfort, and the brightness of the city, Fredrick's nerves are continually wearing raw. Fredrick drinks alone often in his high-rise apartment that overlooks the district, but this makes him lonelier. Coupled with shame, loneliness is making him desperate. Kline longs to know something deeper of people than what he sees, and longs to be known more deeply than what he is. His worst fear is that there is really nothing left to people but their shells of "fun, fulfilling" lives, and that he will die in a pit of oblivion, everyone knowing him as "a smart, awesome, technological genius" but never knowing the heart of the man inside. Sometimes, however, Kline draws the conclusion that he is only a madman.
Fredrick Kline is like a Pandora's box. In Kline's home, hidden somewhere, is a small notebook that he's been writing in. He writes poetry and stories often. He also writes his thoughts and dreams. Hidden in a box somewhere else are nearly twenty more notebooks containing more of the same things. He vows to himself that he will someday destroy the books, but has never brought himself to it, hoping someday, someone will like them as much as they like his inventions.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Description: Fredrick is a 6 foot 2 inch tall, muscular man who is incredibly dissatisfied with life. Making a fortune as a 19 year-old man by creating an incredibly versatile and useful gadget, the Personal Scribe, he resents his good fortune. As soon as he acquired the first check from his witty invention, his parents insisted he get serious about things. With a toxic dose of pride and entitlement and a deep-set desire to please, Fredrick moved quickly into the corporate world. When he was 25, however, he quietly moved to the Julian district and into another office and began working there as a systems manager for the Renesian News Service. He continued to retain his rights to the Personal Scribe, and runs the business and technology from his home.
Fredrick is a technology genius. Working all day, he continues to run a business mainly on his own, and do it well. He is constantly writing, a bit of an obcession of his, and he often develops new ideas for inventions. He has thousands of Certificates of Ownership [much like a patent] and is a celebrity in the technological world.
All of these things would be wonderful to many people. Kline can have whatever he wants...but isn't sure at all of what that is. Dissatisfied with wealth, fame, comfort, and the brightness of the city, Fredrick's nerves are continually wearing raw. Fredrick drinks alone often in his high-rise apartment that overlooks the district, but this makes him lonelier. Coupled with shame, loneliness is making him desperate. Kline longs to know something deeper of people than what he sees, and longs to be known more deeply than what he is. His worst fear is that there is really nothing left to people but their shells of "fun, fulfilling" lives, and that he will die in a pit of oblivion, everyone knowing him as "a smart, awesome, technological genius" but never knowing the heart of the man inside. Sometimes, however, Kline draws the conclusion that he is only a madman.
Fredrick Kline is like a Pandora's box. In Kline's home, hidden somewhere, is a small notebook that he's been writing in. He writes poetry and stories often. He also writes his thoughts and dreams. Hidden in a box somewhere else are nearly twenty more notebooks containing more of the same things. He vows to himself that he will someday destroy the books, but has never brought himself to it, hoping someday, someone will like them as much as they like his inventions.
