Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2011 0:51:11 GMT -6
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Dr. Drax Vossler
""Don't be afraid of death...be afraid of the doctor.""
YOUR AGE . 19
RP EXPERIENCE . On and off...a few years
CONTACT INFO . erickawa@ymail.com
HOW DID YOU FIND US . You found me.
NICKNAMES . "The Butcher" "The Doc"
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH . Age 28. Date April 25th.
GROUP . Doctor
FACE CLAIM . Josef Mengele
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HEIGHT . 6'5"
WEIGHT . 230 lbs
HAIR. (color and style) Brown, Crew cut
EYES. Blue
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . Wears a gas mask nearly 90% of the time.
PHYSICAL FLAWS . A large scar on his left shoulder where a patient had bitten him during an experiment.
PERSONAL STYLE . Black leather overcoat.
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DISLIKES . Peace, love, happiness.
STRENGTHS . He has no remorse, no pity. He will do what he feels must be done, without any regard for the consequences.
WEAKNESSES . Bullheaded, he refuses to give up, even if the odds are against him.
GOALS . To fulfill his unquenchable thirst for blood.
FEARS . He fears any woman getting too close to his heart.
SECRETS . Somewhere in the world, he has a daughter.
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FATHER . Unknown.
MOTHER . Jennifer Todesengel
SIBLINGS . None
PETS . A german shepherd Blondi
OTHER FAMILY . None
HISTORY . As a child, his mother would relentlessly torture Drax, because he reminded her of his father. Much of his childhood was spent reading books that he hid under the front porch. His mother would beat him unconscious whenever she found him reading. An uneducated woman, she wanted to make sure her son would never surpass her in knowledge.
As the boy began turning into a young man, he found himself attracted to the young woman of his village. One in particular, Natalia, caught his attention. They courted for a few months before he brought her home one night to meet his mother. As the two opened the door, they were struck down by his mother. They awoke, bound by chain in the root cellar. His mother, infuriated by the fact that he had found another woman besides her, pulled out a knife, and slowly began skinning the young girl before his eyes.
All he could do was watch as his mother began cutting apart the young woman he loved. Stained with blood, she put her hand on his cheek, and with the loving smile only a mother could show a son, she told him that she loved him, and that the two will be together forever. Days went by, the bloodied corpse getting more and more putrid by the hour. He began to grow more and more accustomed to the sight and smell. He struggled to stay awake, craving the scent of his beloveds rotting corpse.
Days went by, and his mother came down. With a smile, she unchained Drax. He stood for a moment before succumbing to exhaustion and falling before his mothers feet. She quickly lifted his head, and began stroking his hair, singing an old German lullaby to her child. She carried him upstairs to his room, and began undressing him, as well as herself. As he lie on his bed, unable to move, she got on top of him. All he could think of was his beloved Natalia, and what his mother had done. Suddenly, he felt something on his face. A grin. He couldn't stop grinning. His mind began to race, the thought of everything made him shiver in joy. He reached out and grabbed his mothers hair, slowly pulling her head towards his. He reached beneath his bed, slowly pulling out the knife he had always kept there. With the grin still on his face, he looked at his mother, and told her he loved her. Without warning, he thrust the blade into her neck, again and again. Laughing menacingly , he kept cutting away until the last convulsion had stopped. He quickly got dressed, and began walking out the door, taking a final whiff of the corpse below, with the knife in hand, he left home...
ANYTHING ELSE . Nope
MEMBER TITLE . ummmm
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) . bandaids
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? . Not yet
RP SAMPLE . One could barely hear themselves think with the racket the prisoners were making. Chairs hitting the walls, food trays being thrown across the room, and the roar of the crowd echoed trough the facility. This was truely chaos at its finest. The doors into the holding block creaked open as an ear piercing alarm went off. In an instant, the crowed was silenced. The only thing one could hear was the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete floor, and the slow, steady inhale-exhale of his gas mask.
The inmates backed away in fear, they knew who he was, and why he was here. Drax steped forward towards the center of the room, the sound of his mask echoed off the walls.
He looked over the crowed of brutes, and motioned to the three huddling nearest their cell doors. At the snap of his fingers, five armed guards rushed in, and grabed hold of the three.
With a small nod, he spun around and walked out of the cell block with his hands clasped behind his back. The last thing the group heard, was the shrieking of the three selected inmates as they were dragged down the facility corridor behind Drax. Beneath his heavy mask, he grinned, "Starvation may cripple you, dysentery may wreck you, and gunfire may rip the flesh from your bones, but Beware The Doctor."[/size][/ul][/color][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote]
