Prof. Norman Reiner

The Whimsical Dr. Norman! The Hollow Body!

Male. Lives in Harlow District, Manehattan, Equestria. Born on October 31, 1990

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Rat boy here!

Dr. Reiner is cute and fluffy but understand his normal storyline focuses on horror and body horror. It has themes of violence and sadness.

That said, I do rps almost daily on the front page that are meant for most peeps or is a lot less disturbing.

I also reply slow. Sorry. I have ADD and get easily distracted when not higher than a kite.

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Karachai Prof. Norman Reiner

May 20, 2026 5:59 am RP

You get a few knocks on your door at 3am. #rp

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Prof. Norman Reiner

Norman opened his door to greet this stranger, it wasn't unusual to see the professor up. This short and stout Pomeranian diamond was sleek and dressed appropriately for Manehatten. Norm's hat would have damaged ears poking out. He spoke with an almost unexpected deep voice for a fella that stood ... View More

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Karachai

The mare at the door looked like she had walked through hell. She stood just barely upright, her shoulders pitched low and her legs trembling with the kind of shake that came from hours of pushing through whatever had done this to her. Her light blue coat was streaked with dirt along her neck and fl... View More

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Prof. Norman Reiner

Norman took in the state of her at this moment, it was clear that she was assaulted by someone or something. He took off his reading glasses slowly and clipped it onto his coat pocket before getting a better look. What exaggeration, it was clear that this was no average beat down but rather an act o... View MoreNorman took in the state of her at this moment, it was clear that she was assaulted by someone or something. He took off his reading glasses slowly and clipped it onto his coat pocket before getting a better look. What exaggeration, it was clear that this was no average beat down but rather an act of cruelty. Norman would quickly say, "Don't say anything." His voice is as deep as it was thick with the Manehatten flair. He sounded like a regular mobster but with the gentle cadence. He rubbed his snout and gently raised a brow, He could feel the judgement from her eyes. He was use to it, he's a strange individual with a strange quirk and understood that put people off. Either way, this never stopped him from helping someone in need. Norman would help her quickly inside by gently guiding her, it was bright and inside was a small waiting area with a desk. This desk had a tiny diamond dog, black as night and with eyes of pure orange like some sort of shadow. Despite the twisted description, he was simply a cute kid with big glowing eyes. He was tiny and long pointed ears similarly to Norman's but slightly wider. "Gehenna... Ready the bed." Norman would give a half shout. Gehenna bounced into action as he said, "On it." The small boy quickly ran into a door, which Norman tailed shortly behind with the new guest. This new room was more akin to a doctors clinic but was quite unique. It was like a complete shift in tone as it had dark wood for the walls. It was a wallpaper he plastered on and he had a fake fire place that had actual heat from it. It had pictures on the mantle of the fire place which had his brother in with it. His brother was a handsome fella who looked more like an average doctor. It also had his mom and dad, his mom was a short Pomeranian with a big fluffy tail and light in fur color. His dad was a tall brooding Doberman who had a consistent sleepy look to him. The man had clothes expected of perhaps a scientist or chemist. The room also had a dark chestnut desk with various things placed upon it, including a drawing of himself as some super hero. The Hallow Body, the drawing says. In fact, there were multiple kids drawings of this fantastical being as if hailed as some sort of childhood entity akin to otherworldly phenomenon. This table had a lighter brown chair. This room had a table in the middle of the room, despite it's coziness, it was hard to shake off the medicinal smell of a doctors office. Norman helped sit her up onto this chair by manually shifting it down for her to lie in. Gehenna quickly cleans it and puts on another cover for it before saying, "Everything's ready." "You're in the right paws, miss. Let me introduce myself. I am Dr. Norman Reiner. Former paranormal investigator and now professor of magic. Long term healing magic is one of my forte. I wish to investigate the state of you before doing anything though, is that okay?" Norman shuffled to the sink before his legs would do something abnormal, they would bend and almost twist before snapping his bones. This process quickly put his legs back to normal, his height now as tall as the sink. This was a unique yet horrifying skill as it even seemed uncomfortable to him. Norman washed his paws and said, "Please... Take some time to get comfortable. I will do everything in our power to help you recover the best I can muster." Norman was getting some gear for this inspection like a stethoscope and splints. "Actually, do you think you could take your dress off? It's just in the way. If not I can help you and we'll find something else if you're uncomfortable about it. " Norman used his arms, which quickly broke and repaired itself on the spot to grab out of reach items.

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Karachai

Karachai's eyes moved around the room the moment she was helped inside. The waiting area was.. small, and tidy, and her gaze landed on Gehenna almost immediately. She stared at him a second longer than she probably meant to. He really was tiny, dark as a shadow, those big orange eyes catching the ... View MoreKarachai's eyes moved around the room the moment she was helped inside. The waiting area was.. small, and tidy, and her gaze landed on Gehenna almost immediately. She stared at him a second longer than she probably meant to. He really was tiny, dark as a shadow, those big orange eyes catching the light in a way that was a little.. unreal. She had seen a lot of things in her life and a glowing-eyed diamond dog puppy was apparently going on the list now. She watched him bolt through the door without hesitation the moment Norman called out. Almost like a real dog..? The room they moved into stopped her short. She had expected something sterile and cold, all flat surfaces and sharp corners the way most medical spaces felt. This was.. nothing like that. Dark wood walls, a fireplace giving off real heat, pictures on the mantle of peopl. She took them in one at a time. The brother looked like a proper doctor. The mother was small and soft looking, all pale fluff. The father had that tall, serious build that said he was used to being the most composed person in any room. There were children's drawings everywhere, all of them showing the same figure, and Karachai is stunned. She pulled her attention back when Gehenna finished with the table. Her tail curled close as she shakily climbed onto it, moving carefully so nothing pulled too hard where it hurt. The medicinal smell hit differently in here, pressed against all that warmth and wood, and she wrinkled her nose, ears tipping back Norman was already introducing himself, and she listened to the whole thing, his Manehatten accent rolling thick and even through his words. Former paranormal investigator. Professor of magic. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but that wasn't it.* *Then his legs bent wrong.* "...dear god.." *Karachai recoiled, her whole body pulling back on the table, one hoof pressing flat against the surface like she was about to push off it. The sound was wrong. The angle was.. just.. ..wrong. Her horn flared a pale color at the tip and she stared, breath caught somewhere behind her ribs, watching his bones snap and resettle like a coat being straightened. She had never seen injuries before, her quiet life having disallowed such things. She stayed very still for a long moment after that. Her ears were flat. Her eyes tracked him across the room with the kind of look that was trying very hard to figure out what category to put something in. Diamond dogs had their own kind of strange but this was.. ...stranger. Her tail curled tighter against her side. He was getting out a stethoscope. He was getting splints. He had a child's drawing of himself on the desk and a fake fireplace with real heat and a tiny glowing-eyed assistant who had made the bed ready. But.. ...none of that was the shape of something dangerous.. right? Whatever he was, he had still brought her inside, still introduced himself by name, still said the word help like it was just the next obvious thing to do. She looked at the drawings on the desk again. The.. hallow body. Kids.. kids drew that. Kids came here and drew pictures of him like he was normal. Her ears came up slightly from where they had been pressed flat. When he asked about the dress, she glanced down at it, then back at him. Something in her face had gone quieter than before, less sharp around the edges. Slowly, she tears whatever shreds of her dress are still on her, swatting and tearing it away as if it had caused her injuries to begin with. "..are.." she whispers, ".. are you.. you're... ver-very different, I thought that.. that diamond dogs couldn't be magical."

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