Doctor Primoris

Lauded in his day as the “Perfect Man,” the man born Michael Donighal was once considered the pinnacle of Inspired evolution—a genius, a paragon, a hero. But behind that gleaming façade was something colder, stranger, and vastly more dangerous.   Doctor Primoris first appeared in the public eye in the years following the Hammersmith Event of 1923, though credible accounts place him in action as early as 1908. Unlike other Inspired—those daring individuals touched by the telluric energy released in the aftermath—Primoris did not merely bend the rules of human potential. He rewrote them. His capabilities exceeded the known boundaries of Mesmerists and Stalwarts alike. He possessed flawless physical form, razor intellect, and psychic abilities that defied classification. Maxwell Mercer himself quietly admitted, in later years, that Primoris was not merely advanced—he was something else entirely.   Recruited into the founding circle of the Æon Society, Primoris served as its golden idol, a living monument to what the human species could become. He fought villains, disrupted conspiracies, and championed progress, all while basking in the adoration of a public eager for heroes. But within the Society’s inner sanctum, doubts festered. Mercer grew increasingly wary of Primoris’s methods and motivations. Beneath the heroics was a cold, calculating mind obsessed with evolution—not in the poetic sense, but in the brutal, clinical language of forced advancement and discarded weakness.   By the early 1930s, Primoris’s public appearances grew infrequent. Rumors swirled: secret laboratories hidden in war-torn corners of Europe, psychic experimentation on unwilling subjects, even hints of dabbling in time manipulation. Eventually, the Æon Society severed all ties with him. His name was struck from their records, his image scrubbed from their walls. He vanished before the outbreak of the Second World War, leaving only whispers in his wake.   Yet his legacy lingers like a half-buried landmine. Some believe he continues his work from the shadows, engineering events on a global scale, manipulating bloodlines, technologies, and ideologies to shape the next step in human evolution. Others claim he ascended—transcending flesh, time, or perhaps even reality itself.   One truth remains unshakable: Doctor Primoris was never content to be merely human. And whatever he became, he did not stop dreaming of a perfected world.