[Fable]

(First of all, sorry about the quality of this. It was done in about twenty minutes on a bloody mobile touch screen, so it's rather uninspired, including the title.
I was deliberately ambiguous about your character, even with regards to your name, so you may do whatever you like. ^^
I have a few notions of where the story is going but it's mostly going to be whatever happens first!
I hope you can bring some quality to this roleplay. XD)


Alexander marvelled at his own achievement as he stood before his greatest project.
A perfect recreation of the man he had loved for so long, a man who had been dead almost three years.
It had taken time, a seemingly endless drain on his expenses and a complete loss of his social life.
Of course the strain on Alexander had started to show. He had lost weight, his eyes had became almost permanently ringed with a dark purple tinge and when he spoke to anyone it was always in the brief, meaningless terms of a man whose mind is elsewhere.
Of course it mattered little to him now, for he had finally fulfilled his desire.
Standing before the glass casing which housed his creation, he took a rare moments rest.
It was, for all intents and purposes a flash clone, although one which had been painstakingly altered to represent the adult form of his lover.
At this stage it was unstable, a mature, developed body, but with a blank, childlike mind.
He brushed a swathe of dark hair from his eyes and stared a while.
They had the same eyes yes, the same adorable nose, and that slim, delicate body of such finesse...
In an odd moment he felt a little guilt, and a surge of grief, which he had not experienced for quite some time.
His lovers death had torn him apart, forcefully altered his life, but once he had set out on his little project, planned and executed it, spent weeks, months on it, there hadn't been time for grief. He'd been so caught up, so pedantic in his work that he had never thought to grieve, or to consider the moral implications.
Then looking at the silent, sleeping creature in the case, at how fine a representation is was of him...he found it hard to see any moral tragedy beyond adoration and lust.
There was only one thing left to do, a simple yet vital task.
Implanting the memories of his old lover, a collection which he had part created himself and park extracted from dusty brain scans.
It was not a perfect process, they would be fuzzy, disorganized, and take any time from a week to several years to settle properly. It was rather like his lover was to be reborn, albeit with a strong amnesia, and only constant interaction and time could restore his memory.
A shudder of excitement ran through Alexander's body as he recalled his lover, the textures, the scent, the flavour...
Excitedly he began the process, transfering files which already existed in digital form and booting the most vital pieces of equipment.
He saw the body shift a little within the casing, and he was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion. This was it.
It would be done, and they would be together again.
Sighing he trailed his fingers over the case, mere centimeters above his beloved's naked form.
"Not long now..." he said, although something about his voice was sad.
Dimming the lights and shutting the curtains, he decided to allow himself a rest. His room was on the far side of the mansion, but the process would take at least twelve hours, and he was certain little could go wrong in that time.
Crossing to the other side of the room, he took one look back and gave a small, tired smile.
"Goodnight" was all he said before he left.