Ville Mustonen

Basic Info:

Ville Mustonen, Age 38

Player: Salems

Position: Field Medic

Demeanor: Outspoken and witty- Ville is a bundle of salt, snark, and sass in one caring extroverted package. He tries to make his friends laugh, he just wants them to smile.

Nature: Empathetic, much to his dismay. However, Ville is slowly losing the capacity to feel this empathy. Ville enjoys the company of those he considers friends, having come out of his shell. He however, truly hates just how he can understand the emotions of others.

Description: Ville stands at 5'7" with auburn hair slightly longer than the average man. Often content with sweaters and casual button-ups- he is not a formal man. Ville wears glasses, however he has a prosthetic left eye. This leaves him appearing to have hetrochromia- one eye light blue, the other grey. At times, Ville will simply wear an eye patch.

Stats:

Health

• Physical Health: [6]
• Mental Health: 7

Attributes

• Physical Defense: 4
• Mental Defense: 5
• Perception: 5
• Agility: 3
• Strength: 3

Skills

• Persuasion: 2
• Bluff: 4

• Melee: 2
• Ranged: 3

• Sneak: 3
• Medical: 4

Specialties

• Heart in Hand 4. Administering emergency medical care was Villes job for 6 years before joining the Foundation. He can fix most injuries, but he needs time.
  • +4 to Medical on Runs. If target is under 4 HP, Two turns must be used to Heal.
• "Is Storytime over?" 4. When you spend your time watching people, you learn just how a glance to the right or a purses lip can signal a lie.
  • +4 Perc against Bluffs only after watching the Target caught in a lie by another PC
• Do [some] Harm: 4. No one wants to be unarmed, One vs. One against an enemy clearly stronger than you. If you know where to hit though- you may live to get into that situation again.
  • +4 Melee when Unarmed, Vs. a Hostile Human/ Hostile with humanoid internal anatomy. 3 uses per Run.

Gear:

• Field Medic kit
• Field knife FM56
• Lahti m/40
• Radio

Equipment:

• Advanced Field Manual
  • +2 to Medical rolls!

Possessions:

• Small collection of Novels (Written in Swedish)
• Several small canvas pieces of Art
• Several blank notebooks
• Flute
• Several bits of Sheet Music
• A sketch pad
• Pencils
• Zippo
• Cigarettes
• Various letters
• Purple handcrafted scarf
• Life Journal
  • Contains various photos of Ville, Vale, Valheim and others.
• Ceramic Mask (From Knyght Run!)
• Rhino Revolver (From Knyght Run!)
  • Kept unloaded in his room, Personal Reminder esque-type
• Large crystal (red)
  • Approx 30cm x 5 cm x 3 cm in size, Glows when in contact with a living thing.

Personal History:

Personal History-As stated by Ville

"I was, well my earliest memory was around the age of four… It was a week before she said we were going to America. She sounded so sure, so happy..

…

"Does it look like they took me with them?"

…

"No. They decided not to bring me, they sent me off with Luukas' brother in-law. A man I'd never met, and a man I know he hated. He never wrote, he loathed Vale. One letter, he wrote a single letter and it was the bit that was sent with me. What did it say? It was a cute little notice:"

"Don't damn my Son you hedonistic Bastard."

"No he didn't say goodbye- He sat me on the doorstep and left me there until Vale came to get me. It was hours until he arrived. I'd been given a blanket and a bag of cloths. When Vale arrived it was late in the afternoon. He walked me right to the car and put me in the backseat, demanding I change before he closed the door. It was a set of black pajamas, and they were the comfiest thing I've worn to date."

"I didn't get to say goodbye, Vale came right back from the house and had Valheim drive home. It was hours. When we got to the house I was practically force fed, they didn't bathe me… Thankfully- They let me do it myself. You would have thought they wanted every bit of that place and life scrubbed clean from me. They tossed out my old cloths, they wanted to change my name. I was almost Rein Karlsson."

"Vale ran things like clockwork. My routine: wake up, eat breakfast, bathe, get dressed, personal time, tutoring, lunch, library, tutoring, dinner, chores, personal time, bed. Everyday. I woke up to the smell of cigarette smoke and the same three knocks at my doorframe, Luukas called him a hedonistic bastard and he was right."

"It was obvious- his tastes in everything. He threw and attended parties every other week, always smoking in the morning and drinking in the afternoon. He didn't even try to hide his vices- not even the one who taught me."

"Yes damnit, Vale was Queer! Vilhelm outright lived with us, he put me to bed as a child for goddess sake. It was monotonous until I was, 15?"

Sigh

"Let's just say Vale did the one thing he was told not to, I remember one day he didn't wake me up. I got out of bed late, and saw Vale in the library with Valheim. Vale just kept offering Valheim a drink, and when he accepted he seemed… I can't really explain it, he was so happy and giggly- No he wasn't a lightweight. He'd been asking Vale about his London friends, he didn't want to answer. He never answered."

"He must have seen me, because I heard him ask where little edderkop was."

"Well naturally as any child who'd been caught spying would have- I hid. I went to my room and closed the door. Vale knocked, and I went silent. He walked in, and offered to explain what had happened: 'Edderkop, What you saw just happened. Valheim and I, we were disagreeing. I offered him some special wine to calm him down, he's had it before. He knows what it does. I leave him alone when he's like that. Its common decency.' He told me."

"They had been arguing about Vale's business partners- it made no sense to me either. Vale was a Chemistry teacher.. He was a buyer from those London men. He never told me more, but that was when he taught me how to watch and how to lie. Why?"

…

"He said I would get nowhere in the real world if I couldn't lie, if I couldn't pay attention."

"Well, most parents don't teach their children to lie and manipulate by falsified curiosity and casually pointing out inconsistencies."

"Yes, I consider Vale my father. I don't consider Luukas anything more than common blood, a bastard who couldn't take care of his own son. To add insult to injury- He left his child with a man he hated with every spat of blood he left on the carpet that night and more. He came to visit when I was 16, and Valheim beat him to a bloody pulp in front of that- ugh.."

"…He beat him in front of my mother."

"I don't hate Silja. I don't know her enough to hate her, I know it wasn't her choice to leave me. Vale offered to let her stay that night, but she left with Luukas because of my sister. They'd had a child in America named Veronica. I've never met her."

"I was 17 when Valheim told me my education was sufficient enough to be considered college ready. That was also when Valheim gave me two very important things- My flute and my Lahti m/40. He taught me to use both, he always told me there were two sides to me. There was a wolf and there was a sheep, it's cliche I know…"

Well

"If you don't feed the wolf, it will rend the sheep apart in desperation. If you feed the wolf but not the sheep, the sheep will munch on the grass until it runs out and starves. That is all trivial, because if the two are kept in the same pen then the wolf will always eat the sheep. You can't keep it sated because one day it will get hungry before it is time to be fed. They two must be kept separate to survive."

"It was true in a way- Valheim was the sheep and Vale was the wolf. I won't bullshit you, Valheim was different by the time I turned 18. He wasn't as hedonistic as Vale but he sure as Hell was getting there. He just kept getting worse and I- I don't know…"

"He left his job as a scientist for some UN based laboratory and opted to teach full-time instead. He'd already been teaching, but he took the job full-time after he quit the laboratory. Vale seemed beyond pleased when Valheim said he'd resigned. I don't know why-"

What?

"No- No Valheim did not work for the GoC. I would have known and would have figured it out by now. If he had I would know now, I would've put the dots together. Valheim was not a member of the GoC. Vale.. I don't know. He may have gone to MC&D clubs. I went to one when I was, 6? I don't know if it was MC&D. I hardly remember it."

"Vale paid for my medical schooling, I started detaching my life from theirs after that. I moved out, Vale and Valheim still live in Sweden and to my knowledge continue teaching at the college."

End of Log

Born into the aftermath of the Finnish civil war to Silja and Luukas Mustonen on October 27th, 1920- Ville was heavily sheltered by his mother until in late July of 1924 when Luukas emigrated to America with Silja. Not wanting to bring their son due to financial reasons, Ville was sent away to Sweden to live with his Uncle Vale Karls, formerly Vale Mustonen. Upon arrival in Sweden, Ville was placed under the tutelage of Professor Valheim Karlsson. Ville quickly became a difficult child to instruct, oftentimes wandering from the library to the Lecture halls of the local university, particularly fine arts classes.

By age 17, Ville had been caught up to his peers in terms of formal education. He had been brought up with a general education, propelled in no set direction for a possible career. However, he was urged by his Uncle to persue a degree in Mathamatics or Medicine. His decision to go into Medicine was further perpetuated by his uncle's promise to assist in the required finances for the lessons and costs of living. At first, Ville took painting lessons without the knowledge of his uncle or tutor. Valheim soon discovered this, however no action was taken as Ville continued to excel in his studies regardless of his spotty attendance to Anatomy for the first part of the year.

Through his years at university, Ville took to watching those around him- drawing from his knowledge of Psychiatry (limited as it was) to understand the social world around him. With few friends, Ville fell into the practice of people-watching, oftentimes sitting in the library and watching small interactions shape the relations of those around him. This practice ended on his final year at university.

From graduation, Ville began employment at a local hospital, recommended by his childhood tutor Vilhelm. Ville became an official practitioner in 1951, going through the motions of being an ER Doctor- and falling back into his habit of people-watching.

After 7 and a half years of blood, sweat and cardiac arrests in his practice, Ville was recruited by the Foundation on July 23rd, 1958 before beginning the trip to Site-77.

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Languages

• English
• Finnish
• Swedish

Miscellaneous:

• Although Ville can play the flute well, He refuses to allow anyone to hear his performances.
• Ville is True Neutral
  • "Again…"
• Ville hates apples.
• Something Funny: Ville would be a Derse Dreamer and Rage Player [Homestuck]
• A Sad Ville VA

Journal

October 18, 'What makes a Man Evil?'

Are they right? Does my empathy for the so-called enemy make me a traitor? On sight, they would shoot. For every remark they didn't like, they put another hole in him. Why is he evil in our eyes? He can't help his anom, just as Rolf and Vivian cannot. He has suffered, whatever Rolf saw that day was so horrible- and even after it Rolf offered to help. Kavara was the suffering one, Rolf would not have offered his help if Kavara was the one causing the suffering because Rolf alleviates pain, alleviates suffering. What did Kavara see, feel, to hurt him like this?

Am I evil for wanting to know his side? Am I evil for questioning the Foundation? Am I evil for finding what they did to Rolf wrong?

December 29, 'Damn them all'

…Hypocritical, apathetic bastards. I still remember when they called me traitor, and why?

Because some dying bit in me screamed that my team was more important than anything. People I call friends when I know they couldn't care any less.

Weirdo. Traitor. Always wrong.

Do they want a Villain? They act like I'm one. Abandoned, mocked, I can hear them. I can hear them all and it drives me insane.

Am I supposed to sit here and take it?

No. I'm not. I know where I belong and it isn't here. It has never been here.

Why do I stay? …Well, what a question…

XP: 8

Name of Source/Purchase	XP Change	Date
Sound in a Sense	+3	22 September, 1958
A Visitor from Far Off	+3	25 September, 1958
Battle of the Break Room	+2	18 October, 1958
Why don't you write a run about MEEE?	+2	21 November, 1958
Propaganda Panic!	+8	24-26 November, 1958
Mdef 4>5	-10	16 November 1958
Knyghts Run	+4	8 December, 1958
Somewhere over the Sea	+4	9 December, 1958
Pdef 3>4	-9	12 December, 1958
Where you rest the heads of your family	+4	16 December, 1958
Christmas XP	+6	25 December, 1958
Equipment Purchase: Advanced Field Manual	-12	3 January, 1959
Livin' it up	+3	15 January, 1959