Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 9:57:10 GMT -5
Full Name: Zeito Engel
Codename: Schwarzengel
Nicknames: Herr Doctor sometimes works.
Type: Original.
Gender: Male
Species: Homo Superior!
Age: 143
Date of Birth: March Seventh
Hometown: Berlin, Germany
Current Residence: Zeito can be found staying in a room in the Hellfire Club building. Sometimes. Once in a blue moon. He usually falls asleep for the hour or two he gets every now and then, face first into a document of some sort.
Loyalty: Hellfire Club Inner Circle
Occupation: Mad Scientist
Hair Colour: Silver
Eye Colour: Purple
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 130
Body Type: Thin
Typical Style: Zeito dresses exceedingly well, but in an archaic style, better attributed to the late fourties.
Distinguishing Features: Severe facial tic in his left eye when stressed
Physical Mutations: Paling of his hair
Uniform: Zeito wears a black lab coat over his vest, subbing out his suit jacket. That is the closest thing that could be described as a uniform for him.
Personality: Zeito is a very pleasant, kind, and even rather generous man, who does his best to make sure others are well attended to. Even his patients, who are being denied anesthetic are provided for otherwise. He just can not give them pain killers during the vivisection, because it would ruin the quality of what he is learning, and killing them before hand is right out!
His immense lack of true compassion beyond an innocent, almost willfully blind belief in the ends justifying any means, Zeito is a man dedicated to science. He simply does not care for much else. The glory days are gone. Naziism fell, and now 'scruples' and 'ethics' are involved. Zeito spits on them. Mengele knew what he was doing. The only people Zeito feels any true amount of compassion for are other Nazis, or their descendants.
Family: Long, Long dead
History: Zeito does not much remember his birth, some time in the 1800s. He was the son of an artist, and his memories of his family are of mixing lead with the other compounds for white paints. He remembers knowing, somehow, not to lick the brush to set it in place, and knowing not to breathe in the fumes, covering his mouth with a damp cloth. Memories like this, more to do with what he protected himself from, are what he will often speak of. He was born German. And he remembers being asked to serve on the front lines in the Great War, under Wilhelm. As a medic. This often flows into his memories of serving in Auschwitz, with Josef.
As a medic, Zeito had an exemplary service record, saving more than one thousand lives, on both sides of the war, as was dictated by the rules of engagement. He was beholden to help any injured man. And he has never stopped. Zeito, even in his cruellest experimental days, still stopped when he found someone who needed his help, and would do everything in his power to undo the damage. His battlefield expertise, and academic medical knowledge have made it that while he may not have powers of Supernatural healing... The hands of the Black Angel are some of the best to be in.
He remained part of the German military, as a medical officer, even during the days of the Versaille treaty, and the blame of the Great War being laid on his motherland. This was a choice that eventually found him to be approached by a young Austrian man, whom he had saved from a mustard gas attack, to assist in a Beer Hall putsch, and a number of other attempts to oppose the Government. Zeito Engel's number of registration is 37, and this makes him one of the original members of the Nazi movement.
His actual involvement is... Minimal. A Clinical man, he continued to do as he had before, simply working on injured Stormtroopers, and later on, Schutzstaffel, of whom he was eventually inducted into the military arm, and would find himself a respected Lieutenant among. As such, he found companionship in a fellow officer, and would become adjunct to the Captain's unit by his own maneuvering, serving alongside him as he was eventually sent to assist in managing the Camps.
His work alongside Doctor Mengele is recorded as some of the most barbaric in the medical profession. Josef's lack of ethics, as well as Zeito's lack of compassion once he was assigned a task, made him... a rather willing partner. It would be with the fall of Auschwitz, that Zeito, and his companions, were smuggled out of the country through the Ratlines, and managed to find refuge in North America. Losing track of all his other allies, he would be approached by an organization known as 'The Hellfire Club', and asked to lend his scientific talents to their cause. More than happy, through sheer virtue of outliving his enemies, Zeito found himself installed as the 'Black Bishop', which suited him. This newcomer... Tsukihime. She did far more adequate a job then he ever could, and he made it habit to stand behind her. This usually lead to him being left alone, considered the Rabbit's creature, though this was inaccurate to a point, it suited the isolationist scientist, who found the privacy freeing.
Given labspace, and assignments, Zeito's only recent involvement in events was to scoff at the new Mutant Registration Act. It would fall like all other decrees of the Furher had. The Reich was dying, he would mutter, as he went back to his lab, blind to the madness that tainted his memory.
What else could he do? His Job.
Classification: Beta
Powers: Techno/Cyberpathy: Zeito's thought patterns can be translated into overriding commands for computers and machines, which he can then project to them, through some unknown mechanism. This has a side effect of making his mind work mechanically, putting him in a very goal oriented framework.
Low-level healing factor: Zeito has a healing factor, which prevents his cells from dying. His aging has effectively stopped, but he does not have any real advantage when it comes to actual bodily harm, beyond that he can fight off most infections fairly well.
Superhuman Intelligence: IQ of 270, with Eidetic Memory, and a predilection to interpretation of language.
Weakness: Zeito's mind has begun to degrade. He finds himself having conversations with people who no longer exist, and remembering time... Funny. As he can't actually lay down and sleep, thanks to an addiction to Caffine, which overworks his adrenal glands, he has begun to lose his grip on what is real, and what is fantasy.
Skills:
Science: Zeito has a strong knowledge of most scientific disciplines, and can apply them with little trouble. His breadth of knowledge allows him to create strange creations which would trouble any singular disciplined scientist to explain.
Combat: Zeito was a ranking officer in the Waffen-Schutzstaffel, and if he was ever challenged in combat, could hold his own, a mastery of the brutal hand to hand techniques used still fresh in his mind. He is also a crack shot with most fire arms made in the era of WWII
Polyglot: Zeito speaks more languages than he can count, and can pick them up with frightening speed.
Weaponry: C96 Mauser, which is kept in prime condition, and on his person at all times.
Role Play Sample: Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. The sound of his middle finger, index finger, then his ring finger rapping against wood was what seemed to be resounding through the small room. Staring over a set of plans, he was... Less than amused. There was an untapped energy source, sitting at his finger tips. And he COULD NOT HARNESS IT! This... Astral Plane. If he could find a way to begin drawing it into a fluid medium... It might react in such a way that it could be used to move turbines... Or fed a mild electric charge and become a way to surpass the entropic barrier. All ti would require is the fluid itself.
Zeito glared. He did not have access to a powerful enough Telepath to tear open the astral plane. He threw the page into a drawer, muttering angrily. He would find a better way, later. For now, he went to work on a different project. One that amused him far more. He took the metal canister out of a drawer, and began to reach for his tools. His hand drifted across the table, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling. Gloved fingertips stopped, and once he grabbed it, he pulled, and his body worked outside his mind's control, beginning to process the creation. He could not begin to question how this was working yet, he needed to finish it, and then work from there... The nice Click, noise he found was so useful, and then he pulled his newly created weapon to hand, and toggled it on.
The humming noise began, as the blade formed. His Lazerblade was active...
That was when there was an explosion in the lab, and Zeito woke up to find he had broken a few bones in his hand. “Too much power.”
Your Name: Seru
Other Characters: Peter Emile; Herald, Tereph D'Emile; Tempus.
Codename: Schwarzengel
Nicknames: Herr Doctor sometimes works.
Type: Original.
Gender: Male
Species: Homo Superior!
Age: 143
Date of Birth: March Seventh
Hometown: Berlin, Germany
Current Residence: Zeito can be found staying in a room in the Hellfire Club building. Sometimes. Once in a blue moon. He usually falls asleep for the hour or two he gets every now and then, face first into a document of some sort.
Loyalty: Hellfire Club Inner Circle
Occupation: Mad Scientist
Hair Colour: Silver
Eye Colour: Purple
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 130
Body Type: Thin
Typical Style: Zeito dresses exceedingly well, but in an archaic style, better attributed to the late fourties.
Distinguishing Features: Severe facial tic in his left eye when stressed
Physical Mutations: Paling of his hair
Uniform: Zeito wears a black lab coat over his vest, subbing out his suit jacket. That is the closest thing that could be described as a uniform for him.
Personality: Zeito is a very pleasant, kind, and even rather generous man, who does his best to make sure others are well attended to. Even his patients, who are being denied anesthetic are provided for otherwise. He just can not give them pain killers during the vivisection, because it would ruin the quality of what he is learning, and killing them before hand is right out!
His immense lack of true compassion beyond an innocent, almost willfully blind belief in the ends justifying any means, Zeito is a man dedicated to science. He simply does not care for much else. The glory days are gone. Naziism fell, and now 'scruples' and 'ethics' are involved. Zeito spits on them. Mengele knew what he was doing. The only people Zeito feels any true amount of compassion for are other Nazis, or their descendants.
Family: Long, Long dead
History: Zeito does not much remember his birth, some time in the 1800s. He was the son of an artist, and his memories of his family are of mixing lead with the other compounds for white paints. He remembers knowing, somehow, not to lick the brush to set it in place, and knowing not to breathe in the fumes, covering his mouth with a damp cloth. Memories like this, more to do with what he protected himself from, are what he will often speak of. He was born German. And he remembers being asked to serve on the front lines in the Great War, under Wilhelm. As a medic. This often flows into his memories of serving in Auschwitz, with Josef.
As a medic, Zeito had an exemplary service record, saving more than one thousand lives, on both sides of the war, as was dictated by the rules of engagement. He was beholden to help any injured man. And he has never stopped. Zeito, even in his cruellest experimental days, still stopped when he found someone who needed his help, and would do everything in his power to undo the damage. His battlefield expertise, and academic medical knowledge have made it that while he may not have powers of Supernatural healing... The hands of the Black Angel are some of the best to be in.
He remained part of the German military, as a medical officer, even during the days of the Versaille treaty, and the blame of the Great War being laid on his motherland. This was a choice that eventually found him to be approached by a young Austrian man, whom he had saved from a mustard gas attack, to assist in a Beer Hall putsch, and a number of other attempts to oppose the Government. Zeito Engel's number of registration is 37, and this makes him one of the original members of the Nazi movement.
His actual involvement is... Minimal. A Clinical man, he continued to do as he had before, simply working on injured Stormtroopers, and later on, Schutzstaffel, of whom he was eventually inducted into the military arm, and would find himself a respected Lieutenant among. As such, he found companionship in a fellow officer, and would become adjunct to the Captain's unit by his own maneuvering, serving alongside him as he was eventually sent to assist in managing the Camps.
His work alongside Doctor Mengele is recorded as some of the most barbaric in the medical profession. Josef's lack of ethics, as well as Zeito's lack of compassion once he was assigned a task, made him... a rather willing partner. It would be with the fall of Auschwitz, that Zeito, and his companions, were smuggled out of the country through the Ratlines, and managed to find refuge in North America. Losing track of all his other allies, he would be approached by an organization known as 'The Hellfire Club', and asked to lend his scientific talents to their cause. More than happy, through sheer virtue of outliving his enemies, Zeito found himself installed as the 'Black Bishop', which suited him. This newcomer... Tsukihime. She did far more adequate a job then he ever could, and he made it habit to stand behind her. This usually lead to him being left alone, considered the Rabbit's creature, though this was inaccurate to a point, it suited the isolationist scientist, who found the privacy freeing.
Given labspace, and assignments, Zeito's only recent involvement in events was to scoff at the new Mutant Registration Act. It would fall like all other decrees of the Furher had. The Reich was dying, he would mutter, as he went back to his lab, blind to the madness that tainted his memory.
What else could he do? His Job.
Classification: Beta
Powers: Techno/Cyberpathy: Zeito's thought patterns can be translated into overriding commands for computers and machines, which he can then project to them, through some unknown mechanism. This has a side effect of making his mind work mechanically, putting him in a very goal oriented framework.
Low-level healing factor: Zeito has a healing factor, which prevents his cells from dying. His aging has effectively stopped, but he does not have any real advantage when it comes to actual bodily harm, beyond that he can fight off most infections fairly well.
Superhuman Intelligence: IQ of 270, with Eidetic Memory, and a predilection to interpretation of language.
Weakness: Zeito's mind has begun to degrade. He finds himself having conversations with people who no longer exist, and remembering time... Funny. As he can't actually lay down and sleep, thanks to an addiction to Caffine, which overworks his adrenal glands, he has begun to lose his grip on what is real, and what is fantasy.
Skills:
Science: Zeito has a strong knowledge of most scientific disciplines, and can apply them with little trouble. His breadth of knowledge allows him to create strange creations which would trouble any singular disciplined scientist to explain.
Combat: Zeito was a ranking officer in the Waffen-Schutzstaffel, and if he was ever challenged in combat, could hold his own, a mastery of the brutal hand to hand techniques used still fresh in his mind. He is also a crack shot with most fire arms made in the era of WWII
Polyglot: Zeito speaks more languages than he can count, and can pick them up with frightening speed.
Weaponry: C96 Mauser, which is kept in prime condition, and on his person at all times.
Role Play Sample: Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. The sound of his middle finger, index finger, then his ring finger rapping against wood was what seemed to be resounding through the small room. Staring over a set of plans, he was... Less than amused. There was an untapped energy source, sitting at his finger tips. And he COULD NOT HARNESS IT! This... Astral Plane. If he could find a way to begin drawing it into a fluid medium... It might react in such a way that it could be used to move turbines... Or fed a mild electric charge and become a way to surpass the entropic barrier. All ti would require is the fluid itself.
Zeito glared. He did not have access to a powerful enough Telepath to tear open the astral plane. He threw the page into a drawer, muttering angrily. He would find a better way, later. For now, he went to work on a different project. One that amused him far more. He took the metal canister out of a drawer, and began to reach for his tools. His hand drifted across the table, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling. Gloved fingertips stopped, and once he grabbed it, he pulled, and his body worked outside his mind's control, beginning to process the creation. He could not begin to question how this was working yet, he needed to finish it, and then work from there... The nice Click, noise he found was so useful, and then he pulled his newly created weapon to hand, and toggled it on.
The humming noise began, as the blade formed. His Lazerblade was active...
That was when there was an explosion in the lab, and Zeito woke up to find he had broken a few bones in his hand. “Too much power.”
Your Name: Seru
Other Characters: Peter Emile; Herald, Tereph D'Emile; Tempus.