Post by Matthias G. (Fix) on Jul 27, 2010 1:10:21 GMT -5
MATTHIAS JACOB GOTTMÖRDER
THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE ROGUES
THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE ROGUES
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FEEL THE PULSE ![/b]
NAME ;; Matthias Jacob Gottmörder
NICK-NAMES ;; Matt, Fix, #ZH-047, The Contractor, The Butcher of Puscasu
RING ;; N/A
RANK ;; Rogue [pass being purchased from store]
AGE ;; 25 [76]
SHIFTING ANIMAL ;; N/A
PERSONALITY ;;
The man is utterly relentless in the things he chooses to pursue heart and soul, and if he does not cross the line of insanity in such pursits, he has come close. Obsession comes easily to him, partially by the need to distract himself from the madness that is his memory. His brain was damaged by the then experimental treatment, and in an attempt to rewire fill in gaps it took the only stimulis it could; the stories he heard while in a coma. To Matthias, his memory of his sixteenth birthday is a real to him as being burned as a witch in England, his brain filling in any gaps as easily as in any dream. It was only the bracelet on his arm that told him which name to use as his own, when he awoke in the hospital. Dwelling upon it quickly drives him mad, and he can become unpredictable.
He strives to create and to build, a thing he is driven to both by natural interest and a concious need to make, after having such destruction to his name. What he's done in his past does not ashame him, but neither does it bring him any kind of satisfaction that's he'd care to admit feeling.
In general he interacts better with men, finding woman to irrational for his tastes, but holds no particular grudge against the gender that he could put a name to. Any kind of project entralls him, and he is never seen without something to do. Mindless lazing is a forergin concept to him, and one he has no interest in discovering. The constant activity keeps his mind razor sharp, though his sense of humor has been more then once found lacking, tending more toward vengeful digs than lighthearted banter.
Matthias is notoriously disloyal and prone to lying, though he's stayed true to the few promises that have been pried out of him over the years. He cannot stand to be bound in any manner, and will excuse and goodwill he might have had toward someone if they try to do so in leiu of beating them senseless. It is neither a concious nor volentary reaction, and he responds, is possible, worse to being drugged. Even the though of it will make him sleepless with paranoia for days, and expresses himself in his normal life in his mental inability to eat or drink anything that is given to him, or has been touched by others.
Perhaps most promemnet of all his his deep-seated hatred of dictators and of orders, in such a all encompassing manner that he could easily be labelled an anarchist. He'd rather watch civilization burn than suffer it to keep it's people in oppression. The Menagerie, and even the rings themselves enrage him, and he is forever plotting a means of escape. This particular line of temper is very easy for others to manipulate to their own advantage, so fully it occupys his thoughts.
HISTORY ;;
July 5th, 2304-Enclosed are photocopies of journals, newspapers, and police logs pertaining to subject #AEX134402-5C, who continues to deny any shapeshifter abilites after repeatedly testing positive.-Miranda Davenport, Dept. of Investigations------------------------------------From the obituary of Matthias Jacob GottmörderMATTHIAS JACOB GOTTMÖRDER
August 28th, 2228 - January 6th, 2245
Matthias, a bright young student on his way back to school after the holidays with family in Germany, was killed when the plane he was on went down three miles East of Barcelona, Spain. He was on his school's polo team, and was planning to go on in school for Engineering. He leaves behind both parents, a brother, and many friends.------------------------------------From the diary of Luisa Edite Gottmörder
January 24th, 2245
I fear what I have done is wrong, terribly wrong. I cannot bring myself to tell Jacob or Iki, what would they think of me? But I will write this here, and pray someone, someday will understand.
I was the one who answered the phone, home alone at the time. Matt's plane had gone down in flames, but he wasn't dead, sweet Mother he wasn't dead! But the doctors told me they could not save him, not now, not for many years.
But.
I have money. Old money, in my own right, not the fortune our family has made. And with it, I paid to have Matt frozen, 'put on pause', the doctor said. I told my husband he died in the crash. How could I say what I have done? They do not know if he will ever be resuscitated, and if by some miracle he lives, they don't know if he will be right, in the head. Perhaps it would have been kinder to let him die, but I cannot let go of this hope. This fragile, fragile hope that I will see him smile again someday. I must go now, I the servant girl has just informed me that Jacob is home.
Luisa Edite Gottmörder------------------------------------From the notes of Dr. Anthony Greene
March 20th, 2297
The boy, Matthias, was successfully revived. How in God's name he got into the state he was I don't know, the records said something about a plane crash. He was healed, but never woke up. He's been in a coma for two years, listening to audio books and television. Nobody was sure if he could hear them or not, we've never seen brain patterns like the ones he had.
And then yesterday night, he woke up. It was chaos, he tore the tubes and needles out of himself and beat two interns unconscious then injected a nurse with her own tranquilizer when she tried to sedate him. He stole clothes, and by the time we realized what he'd done, he was long gone.
The security camera showed him stumbling out a side door, and he got grabbed by a pair of muggers before he even got down the street, according to some homeless girl who likes to beg outside the hospital. Poor boy's probably dead by now. It's a pity, truely, invaluable information vanished with him.
-Dr. Greene------------------------------------From the logs of Capitan Rhodes Turnsdale
-March 22th, 2298
We've loaded the last of the cargo, picked up some more scum for the slave decks. Last one was a funny sort, weak as a kitten and pale as a ghost. A pair of rushers all but gave him to me, they must have been pissed good that he hasd no valubles or car or home. He did have bracelets from the hospital, though. We'll put him on deck duty, and see if that doesn't beat him into shape fast as anything.
-April 17th, 2298
The mercenary BASTARDS! What madness has them raiding my ship?! Not only did they take the silks and silver, but the entirety of my slave hold as well! If that were not enough, they killed four sailors, and now we can only fly with less than half the laundry. It will take us weeks to reach the markets as Istanbul. The only favor is that two of the slaves were on deck when they attacked, and were assumed to be part of the crew. I informed them this morning that unless they want to be bait for the sharks, they'd better work as though they are. That man from Barcelona is one of them, and the work has done him well. He will fetch nice money at the market, I think.
-May 10th, 2298
Made good money off the liquer the mercs didn't find, plus some sparklers we picked up near Greece. The men sold for a high price, to some slick with a Bulgarian accent. He was obviously a front for someone, and his clothes were fine enough to have bought me a new crew. Which I got, by the way, with the money from the sales. I don't envy those men, slaving has always given me the wrong lick, but the money's too good to pass up. So long as mercs keep their grubby fingers off them, that is.------------------------------------From the diary of Tatiana Puscasu, granddaughter of Victor Puscasu
July 7th, 2300
toodae i gots awae fromm Nana, an pwayed wif the gardnurs! thu nicee man wif the colorfl arms gav me 1 off the popyes! he wurks in the flwr feelds all the tyme, Nana tolde me whun she caut me. i saw him agin latr, an he was bledng. i hope hes okae, but Nana tolde me tha granpa givs him a drenk tha makes him forgete.
Tatiana------------------------------------From the log of Victor Puscasu
July 15th, 2300
Today employee ZH-047 was not present at the morning muster. He had been showing streaks of initive, and the brewers upped his dose. He became obediant again, for a time. I have expressed my displeasure, and Faethes assures me he will be captured soon; the GPS imbedded in his neck is still working.
July 20th, 2300
They found ZH-047's GPS chip on the back of a train, it had been cut from his neck, intact. It is assumed he did so himself. It came to my attention that he'd reached the Police, and I was forced to... replace the workers. The new field workers have been sufficently bribed to tell anyone that asks that they have been in my employment for the past year. I needed to fill the foundation for the new bathhouse soon, anyways. This shall end in my favor, so help me God.
Victor Puscasu, High Priest of Tsarevo------------------------------------From an interview with Detective Emlian
October 1st, 2300
The first reports of the fires came in the night before last, from those who had seen the smoke above the Puscasu estates. I was one of the first on the scene after the fires were under control, and let me tell you, it was bad. This psycho rigged devices all around the perimiter, and walled himself and everyone on the premesis in with the fires. We know it was just one man, he didn't bother disabling the security cameras. He just walked around like he owned the place. He damn near slaughtered everyone inside, then caught the others when they were pushed back by the fire.
It has to be some kind of professional hit, he even killed the children, and you just don't see that. Already the newspapers are calling him The Contracter, and the Butcher of Puscasu. Disgusts me, it does, to give him a title like that, as though he's done something of merit instead of dirty murder.
One girl survived long enough for us to talk to her, Puscasu's 5 year old granddaughter, and this is what she told me. "I asked him if he was mad, he just smiled a red smile and told me; Mad? Child, I am finally free." She died from a gunshot wound to her chest soon after that. Odd, it was. He used a gun for most of them. But the priests, who'd been there that night by no coincidence I think, they suffered axe and knife and, the coroner swears, a short sword. There was no other mutilation, but the difference in weapon is odd, he was not out of bullets, we know because he took them back up on the way out to round up those who'd fled the house.
We would have thought it drug related, but the fields burned, every one. The Vault was destroyed with homemade plastic explosive, and it's contents with it.
Someone hired a madman. Or who knows, maybe he volenteered.
-Markl Emlian------------------------------------From the employee log of Jefferson Danes
Febuary 9th, 2301
Hired on some new kid, Matthias somethingornother last week, though he could hardly speak enough Polish to tell us even that. He's got more scars than most of my men, and we're ex-army to a man. Makes him an ex-con or a merc, neither of which I'm fond of. But he seemed desperate for work, and passed the test we gave him with flying colors. Whatever his story is, he seems smart enough to keep the illegal bits away from my ears and work hard. He even made some intersting adjustments to the guns we're outfitting for the Marx boys, so I've moved him off that project and sent him over to Ratchik over to work on that damnable tank truck contraption of his. Maybe they can speak brilliant together and figure out how to do something with the sway bars before I beat them with them.
-Jeff------------------------------------From the suicide note of Iwa Gottmörder
September 23rd, 2304
I have married a monster! A monster! He was so kind and loving these past years, a better husband than I'd beleived. I knew he'd had trouble in the past, but this.. this! Nothing more than a bad angle from a security camera on the TV, but it was HIM! My Matthias, that killer they've all been searching for in the South.
I cannot have his child. Not the spawn of.. of that monster. He is in the hospital now, I was so afraid when he came home, now that I knew, what if he killed me as well? I shot him when he wouldn't stop, though my aim was bad. No matter. They told me his bloodwork cam back positive for shapeshifting. As if I could take more!
He was an animal in body and soul, and I will have nothing more to do with him, his child, or this life.
-Iwa
SKIM THE SURFACE !
GENDER ;; XY
HEIGHT ;; 5’7.5”
WEIGHT ;; 163lbs
BODY BUILD ;; The heavy muscle of someone constantly involved in physical labor
HAIR ;; Dark brown and chronically unkempt
EYES ;; Pale, peridot green
SKIN COLOR ;; Burned and reburned to a dark tan
APPAREL ;; Heavily worn jeans and boots, with a bad habit of losing his shirts, which vary from day to day depending on who he thieves one from.
ANYTHING EXTRA;; Scars from lashings with a whip on his back, restriant scars around his throat, wrists, and ankles. A scar from the left side of his mouth to under his chin, on the back of his neck, and shotgun scars on the right side of his ribs. Tattoos up both forearms, and "ZH-047" tattooed on the inside of his lower lip. Under a black light, the Blaschko's lines caused by his chimerism are visable. His blood, and several organs are genetically his brothers, who would have been a shapeshifter.
ANIMAL SHIFT ;; N/A
TRACE THE ROOTS ![/b]
PARENTS ;; Luisa and Jacob Gottmörder
SIBLINGS ;; Dominik Gottmörder, older brother by 5 years
BIRTHPLACE ;; Mannheim, Germany
BLOODLINES ;; German, Portugese, Dutch
THE PUPPETEER !
NAME;; ETCHASKITTLES
OTHER ACCOUNTS ;; Kenre, Noah, T&T, Maddox, Fidelias
HOW'D YOU FIND US? ;; WELL I WAS FOLLOWING THESE BREADCRUMBS…
