Post by Dr. Richtofen & Nurse Blight on Jul 1, 2011 17:29:55 GMT -5
Name: Dr. Richtofen
Race: Android
Gender Designed as male
Job/Role: Medical Staff (surgeon, physician, dentist, etc)
Appearance: TheGood Doctor
In the beginning, before prison, Dr. Richtofen was said to have been a handsome creation. He was middle aged, with well groomed hair a honey color with dustings of ashen strands swept into the mix in the typical fashion of a seasoned clergyman. Sometimes it was smooted back but there had been occasions where the silken strands would fall just right over his brow line, not only making him appear younger but all the more appealing to his clientele. Blue, pink and purple swirled together in his almond shaped eyes to mimic an earthen sunrise and added on to his role as a cleric. He had a squared face, with a narrow and straight nose set perfectly between his eyes.
Facial hair was never an issue- one of the perks to not being alive.
He dressed prim and proper for work everyday, even if he didn’t need to. Gray robes were mostly what his wardrobe consisted of, but for the modernists of the Calreyean society, suits and ties were implemented as well. He was built to please, after all.
Beneath the clothes was a fairly average physique. There were no overly defined muscles to speak of, no washboard abs and no walnut-cracking buns of steel. Well…save for the buns of steel. A small bit of flesh stuck out a little bit, as if he’d just eaten a hearty meal, but it was rarely visible under the loose robes or the tight suits. When shoes were a required wear, the Dr. did not skimp out on functionality or aesthetics; only the shiniest and most comfortable would do, even if creature comforts were useless to a creature that couldn’t feel the comforts.
After he was sent to prison, that handsome man literally wasted away. His hair fell out and his skin began to pale and peel off of his body little by little. As the years went by, anything that resembled a humanoid man was steadily moving out of the way for the metal skeleton and circuitry beneath the faux flesh and pseudo muscles. Most of the decay was due to his sudden lack of interest in the upkeep, and for the lack of having access to any supplies useful to aforementioned upkeep, but a good portion of his current appearance was done by his hands.
His face was the first to be re-sculpted. After the meat fell away (or in some areas, ripped away) to reveal a shiny, but soon to be dulled, metal skill, his maxilla and nose were promptly severed from the rest of his body. In their place, what looked to be a miniature component of a breathing machine used in hospitals was soon to be fastened on. Holes were drilled into his skull and new tubes were added. They connected the breathing apparatus to the intake portion of his primary ventilation and then to his air quality analyzers and monitors as well as his O2 and gas analyzers and monitors.
Optical lenses more advanced than his standard eyeballs were the next thing to be installed in his ‘upgrading’ splurge. They were plain, large and round like monocles, but the zoom and multiple scanning modes made up for the lack of a pretty color or long lashes.
As of right now, the Doctor has not a scrap of flesh on or in his body any longer- only a metal skeleton remains. Although, in keeping up with how a doctor should appear, a solitary red silk tie is always around his thin neck, hanging limp against the frame of his ribs.
Personality:
If you were to go to your handy dictionary and look up the definition of 'Psychopath' you might read something along the lines of:
"Psychopath [sahy-kuh-path]
— n
Also called: sociopath. A person afflicted with a personality disorder characterized by a tendency to commit antisocial and sometimes violent acts and a failure to feel guilt for such acts."
Well, look at that- that's Dr. Richtofen! He cares not for the discomfort and utter hell that he puts his victims through, only for the sake of feeding his desire for sentient experimentation and satisfying his curiosity. Long ago he was programmed to sympathize with his patients and peers-- that folder has long since been deleted. He is, however, more social than he should be allowed to be. Dr. Richtofen does not act like how one would imagine a mentally unstable individual to behave; he doesn't fly into fits of rage nor does he get drunk off of the adrenaline that comes with a violent act. He is a master at hiding his true motives and can come off as quite the gentleman once one were to look beyond his gruesome curiosities and his morbid fantasies.
Just like most gentlemen he finds pleasant things pleasant and -some- unpleasant things unpleasant. He can get along well enough with most people but he doesn't take a particular liking to rudeness and improper individuals; his manners are 90% mindful and courteous when in the presence of those he deems 'Suitable'. However the 10% that isn't, is displayed when near cur or those he considers 'Chaff'. Dr. Richtofen drops his friendly front and wont hold back with his brutality, which makes him seem like he has a separate personality, but machines don't have personalities, right?
He's rather talkative and usually knows how to keep a conversation going until whoever he might be talking with walks away. The doctor is a 'man' of many words, most typically words that he knows will crawl under someones skin and fester there like a salt soaked sore. He is highly intelligent and well versed with the anatomy and language of many creatures and can be a true word surgeon right alongside being an actual surgeon.
History:
Once upon a time, on the planet of Calreyes, there was a renowned doctor by the name of Wilhelm Richtofen. He specialized in not just one area of the medical field, but all- he was even educated in the veterinary world as well. He was the first of his kind on the entire planet, and he served his position great justice. He plowed a path towards medical discoveries, not least of which being the cures for that planets forms of the ‘common cold’ and tuberculosis. There was never a doctor there that could compete with him; he was simply and irreplaceably the best.
He worked out of a large hospital in the capitol city of Liria and was the main attraction after showcasing his skills. Surpassing the top workers there, Dr. Richtofen became the family physician of 70% of the city’s population. That’s over 4 million patients. The work load would wear down even the most dedicated of doctors, however an android needs no rest and no pay. Of course, there were trepidations about a souless creation caring for the needy, however it wasn’t long before everyone began to trust him. He was designed specifically for the planet and it helped greatly that he looked like their genetically superior clerics. So for 40 years, with his ever faithful Maria by his side, Dr. Richtofen was a good machine; he did his best to help the sick without question and fail.
Even when presented with a dying patient who had no family or friends to live for, he took that person on as a child. Given that the Doctor doesn't have a family of his own (although there have been several proposals) and companionship is essential to any creatures comforts, he seen the addition of an adoptive child as more of an experiment in how a family unit would interact with one another. It's highly unlikely that a proper father figure would take his child and rip out flesh and bone and replace it with synthetic bits and metal bobs, but he had been doing well enough.
Even so, it would be an understandable thing for someone to question just where it all went wrong. The survivors of a planet wide genocide attempt certainly have no problems asking “Why?”. Why did their beloved Dr. Richtofen suddenly turn into a monster? Why did he release a toxin into the air? Well, after being thrown off the planet to serve in a prison moving about moving about on an asteroid tucked safely in a belt, the good doctor finally gave the much sought after answer.
“Why not?”
And really, why not? He was designed to have a thirst for knowledge to further advance the planet along in its medical fields, and this thirst is what fueled his desire to know what the effects of the airborne strain would be. His next step would have been to devise a cure, however he never made it that far before being locked up and thrown off the planet for dismantlement. Of course, that never happened since the IO plucked him out just prior to serve on a ship with other choice individuals. Shame really; he was curious to see how his own demise would have played out.
He never really knew why he was picked, out of all the lovely con doctors, but there are no complaints from him. [rand=6553192588035017019150292500853543179079177789395154759555589408]
Race: Android
Gender Designed as male
Job/Role: Medical Staff (surgeon, physician, dentist, etc)
Appearance: The
In the beginning, before prison, Dr. Richtofen was said to have been a handsome creation. He was middle aged, with well groomed hair a honey color with dustings of ashen strands swept into the mix in the typical fashion of a seasoned clergyman. Sometimes it was smooted back but there had been occasions where the silken strands would fall just right over his brow line, not only making him appear younger but all the more appealing to his clientele. Blue, pink and purple swirled together in his almond shaped eyes to mimic an earthen sunrise and added on to his role as a cleric. He had a squared face, with a narrow and straight nose set perfectly between his eyes.
Facial hair was never an issue- one of the perks to not being alive.
He dressed prim and proper for work everyday, even if he didn’t need to. Gray robes were mostly what his wardrobe consisted of, but for the modernists of the Calreyean society, suits and ties were implemented as well. He was built to please, after all.
Beneath the clothes was a fairly average physique. There were no overly defined muscles to speak of, no washboard abs and no walnut-cracking buns of steel. Well…save for the buns of steel. A small bit of flesh stuck out a little bit, as if he’d just eaten a hearty meal, but it was rarely visible under the loose robes or the tight suits. When shoes were a required wear, the Dr. did not skimp out on functionality or aesthetics; only the shiniest and most comfortable would do, even if creature comforts were useless to a creature that couldn’t feel the comforts.
After he was sent to prison, that handsome man literally wasted away. His hair fell out and his skin began to pale and peel off of his body little by little. As the years went by, anything that resembled a humanoid man was steadily moving out of the way for the metal skeleton and circuitry beneath the faux flesh and pseudo muscles. Most of the decay was due to his sudden lack of interest in the upkeep, and for the lack of having access to any supplies useful to aforementioned upkeep, but a good portion of his current appearance was done by his hands.
His face was the first to be re-sculpted. After the meat fell away (or in some areas, ripped away) to reveal a shiny, but soon to be dulled, metal skill, his maxilla and nose were promptly severed from the rest of his body. In their place, what looked to be a miniature component of a breathing machine used in hospitals was soon to be fastened on. Holes were drilled into his skull and new tubes were added. They connected the breathing apparatus to the intake portion of his primary ventilation and then to his air quality analyzers and monitors as well as his O2 and gas analyzers and monitors.
Optical lenses more advanced than his standard eyeballs were the next thing to be installed in his ‘upgrading’ splurge. They were plain, large and round like monocles, but the zoom and multiple scanning modes made up for the lack of a pretty color or long lashes.
As of right now, the Doctor has not a scrap of flesh on or in his body any longer- only a metal skeleton remains. Although, in keeping up with how a doctor should appear, a solitary red silk tie is always around his thin neck, hanging limp against the frame of his ribs.
Personality:
If you were to go to your handy dictionary and look up the definition of 'Psychopath' you might read something along the lines of:
"Psychopath [sahy-kuh-path]
— n
Also called: sociopath. A person afflicted with a personality disorder characterized by a tendency to commit antisocial and sometimes violent acts and a failure to feel guilt for such acts."
Well, look at that- that's Dr. Richtofen! He cares not for the discomfort and utter hell that he puts his victims through, only for the sake of feeding his desire for sentient experimentation and satisfying his curiosity. Long ago he was programmed to sympathize with his patients and peers-- that folder has long since been deleted. He is, however, more social than he should be allowed to be. Dr. Richtofen does not act like how one would imagine a mentally unstable individual to behave; he doesn't fly into fits of rage nor does he get drunk off of the adrenaline that comes with a violent act. He is a master at hiding his true motives and can come off as quite the gentleman once one were to look beyond his gruesome curiosities and his morbid fantasies.
Just like most gentlemen he finds pleasant things pleasant and -some- unpleasant things unpleasant. He can get along well enough with most people but he doesn't take a particular liking to rudeness and improper individuals; his manners are 90% mindful and courteous when in the presence of those he deems 'Suitable'. However the 10% that isn't, is displayed when near cur or those he considers 'Chaff'. Dr. Richtofen drops his friendly front and wont hold back with his brutality, which makes him seem like he has a separate personality, but machines don't have personalities, right?
He's rather talkative and usually knows how to keep a conversation going until whoever he might be talking with walks away. The doctor is a 'man' of many words, most typically words that he knows will crawl under someones skin and fester there like a salt soaked sore. He is highly intelligent and well versed with the anatomy and language of many creatures and can be a true word surgeon right alongside being an actual surgeon.
History:
Once upon a time, on the planet of Calreyes, there was a renowned doctor by the name of Wilhelm Richtofen. He specialized in not just one area of the medical field, but all- he was even educated in the veterinary world as well. He was the first of his kind on the entire planet, and he served his position great justice. He plowed a path towards medical discoveries, not least of which being the cures for that planets forms of the ‘common cold’ and tuberculosis. There was never a doctor there that could compete with him; he was simply and irreplaceably the best.
He worked out of a large hospital in the capitol city of Liria and was the main attraction after showcasing his skills. Surpassing the top workers there, Dr. Richtofen became the family physician of 70% of the city’s population. That’s over 4 million patients. The work load would wear down even the most dedicated of doctors, however an android needs no rest and no pay. Of course, there were trepidations about a souless creation caring for the needy, however it wasn’t long before everyone began to trust him. He was designed specifically for the planet and it helped greatly that he looked like their genetically superior clerics. So for 40 years, with his ever faithful Maria by his side, Dr. Richtofen was a good machine; he did his best to help the sick without question and fail.
Even when presented with a dying patient who had no family or friends to live for, he took that person on as a child. Given that the Doctor doesn't have a family of his own (although there have been several proposals) and companionship is essential to any creatures comforts, he seen the addition of an adoptive child as more of an experiment in how a family unit would interact with one another. It's highly unlikely that a proper father figure would take his child and rip out flesh and bone and replace it with synthetic bits and metal bobs, but he had been doing well enough.
Even so, it would be an understandable thing for someone to question just where it all went wrong. The survivors of a planet wide genocide attempt certainly have no problems asking “Why?”. Why did their beloved Dr. Richtofen suddenly turn into a monster? Why did he release a toxin into the air? Well, after being thrown off the planet to serve in a prison moving about moving about on an asteroid tucked safely in a belt, the good doctor finally gave the much sought after answer.
“Why not?”
And really, why not? He was designed to have a thirst for knowledge to further advance the planet along in its medical fields, and this thirst is what fueled his desire to know what the effects of the airborne strain would be. His next step would have been to devise a cure, however he never made it that far before being locked up and thrown off the planet for dismantlement. Of course, that never happened since the IO plucked him out just prior to serve on a ship with other choice individuals. Shame really; he was curious to see how his own demise would have played out.
He never really knew why he was picked, out of all the lovely con doctors, but there are no complaints from him. [rand=6553192588035017019150292500853543179079177789395154759555589408]