Igor Info Post!
The Basics: Igor comes to Fandom from Terry Pratchett's Discworld.
He's a hunchback (he made it himself), with two massive ears, which are stuck unevenly on the side of his head, one droopy eye and one bulging eye, a huge bulbous nose and a grin like a mouthful of Stonehenge. He is covered in prominent scars, and very proud of them. He has six fingers on his left hand, and five fingers and two thumbs on the right. Height-wise, he stands just at five feet, because of the hunch, but he doesn't limp. He thinks it's too old fashioned.
He is actually quite a bit younger than he appears in his icons, and has a thick head of black hair, but pictures of Igors are few and far between.
He's a rebel who just won't conform to the Old Ways of the Clan. He shuns lisping and he grows organs and spare parts in jars. Igors are very keen on electricity - once he finds out he can get it out of the wall and doesn't have to wait for a thunderstorm, he's going to be ecstatic.
Igor comes with a dog he made himself out of spare parts, named, of course, Scraps, that's literally made of bits and pieces from different breeds.
The Details: Igors hail from Uberwald, a spooky and very old-fashioned part of the Discworld. It's the home of vampires and werewolves, and tends towards creepy castles high on hills, mad scientists, the occasional flaming torch and pitch-fork wielding mob, and Igors. All Igors are called Igor, unless they're girls, in which case they're called Igorinas.
The Clan of Igors
The first, and most important thing, about Igors is that they really don't look like anyone else. They engage in extensive cosmetic surgery and self-enhancement, and their ideal of beauty is very different. While they are supremely skilled surgeons (they can reattach your severed limb and never leave a mark, or can attach someone else's if yours can't be found), they prefer to let the scars show. They also have extras: extra fingers, extra toes, extra hearts, many passed down through the generations. In short, by our standards, they are horrifying and hideous. They are used to this and it doesn't phase them in the least. Igorinas, on the other hand, are actually beautiful by ordinary standards.
The second, that Igors operate by a specific code. They will help anyone who needs it, regardless of race, creed, species, good, evil, affiliations or inclinations., for no charge. Their motto is: A hand where needed. They can fix anything short of death, mostly scar free. But they do, however, expect that such care will be repaid - when you die, you don't really need that heart/hand/foot/lung/kidney, so you give it to the Igors to pass on to someone who *does* need it. They always know when you'll die, and will show up with their jars, ready to collect. It's a biological pay it forward, and it is absolute. If the Igor is refused, then that's it. No more help for that family, ever again.
As part of their code, they always lisp and limp. No one knows why. In times of extreme stress, they might forget to do this. They tend to serve mad-scientists and villains, and the vampires and werewolf families of Uberwald, but they always have an escape route for when the flaming torches arrive. They make no moral judgements, they just do their job.
As a family, they share a common interest in what would traditionally be thought of as the mad-scientist field: they like to learn, hands-on, about biology, electricity, about how many more scars and stitches and extra fingers they can give themselves. While they are all called Igor, each Igor knows which Igor is being referred to. For non-Igors, the best way of telling the difference between them is by studying the scars, stitches and modifications. (Oh, *that* Igor has nine fingers and two noses, and *that* one has sixteen fingers and a curvy scar over his cheek. I see!). Each one is unique in that sense.
He's a hunchback (he made it himself), with two massive ears, which are stuck unevenly on the side of his head, one droopy eye and one bulging eye, a huge bulbous nose and a grin like a mouthful of Stonehenge. He is covered in prominent scars, and very proud of them. He has six fingers on his left hand, and five fingers and two thumbs on the right. Height-wise, he stands just at five feet, because of the hunch, but he doesn't limp. He thinks it's too old fashioned.
He is actually quite a bit younger than he appears in his icons, and has a thick head of black hair, but pictures of Igors are few and far between.
He's a rebel who just won't conform to the Old Ways of the Clan. He shuns lisping and he grows organs and spare parts in jars. Igors are very keen on electricity - once he finds out he can get it out of the wall and doesn't have to wait for a thunderstorm, he's going to be ecstatic.
Igor comes with a dog he made himself out of spare parts, named, of course, Scraps, that's literally made of bits and pieces from different breeds.
The Details: Igors hail from Uberwald, a spooky and very old-fashioned part of the Discworld. It's the home of vampires and werewolves, and tends towards creepy castles high on hills, mad scientists, the occasional flaming torch and pitch-fork wielding mob, and Igors. All Igors are called Igor, unless they're girls, in which case they're called Igorinas.
The Clan of Igors
The first, and most important thing, about Igors is that they really don't look like anyone else. They engage in extensive cosmetic surgery and self-enhancement, and their ideal of beauty is very different. While they are supremely skilled surgeons (they can reattach your severed limb and never leave a mark, or can attach someone else's if yours can't be found), they prefer to let the scars show. They also have extras: extra fingers, extra toes, extra hearts, many passed down through the generations. In short, by our standards, they are horrifying and hideous. They are used to this and it doesn't phase them in the least. Igorinas, on the other hand, are actually beautiful by ordinary standards.
The second, that Igors operate by a specific code. They will help anyone who needs it, regardless of race, creed, species, good, evil, affiliations or inclinations., for no charge. Their motto is: A hand where needed. They can fix anything short of death, mostly scar free. But they do, however, expect that such care will be repaid - when you die, you don't really need that heart/hand/foot/lung/kidney, so you give it to the Igors to pass on to someone who *does* need it. They always know when you'll die, and will show up with their jars, ready to collect. It's a biological pay it forward, and it is absolute. If the Igor is refused, then that's it. No more help for that family, ever again.
As part of their code, they always lisp and limp. No one knows why. In times of extreme stress, they might forget to do this. They tend to serve mad-scientists and villains, and the vampires and werewolf families of Uberwald, but they always have an escape route for when the flaming torches arrive. They make no moral judgements, they just do their job.
As a family, they share a common interest in what would traditionally be thought of as the mad-scientist field: they like to learn, hands-on, about biology, electricity, about how many more scars and stitches and extra fingers they can give themselves. While they are all called Igor, each Igor knows which Igor is being referred to. For non-Igors, the best way of telling the difference between them is by studying the scars, stitches and modifications. (Oh, *that* Igor has nine fingers and two noses, and *that* one has sixteen fingers and a curvy scar over his cheek. I see!). Each one is unique in that sense.