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Heine Rammsteiner
Canon: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
History:
Heine, like other test subjects, is the end product of Dr. Angelica Einstellsehn's Cerberus project. This project took in assumably orphaned children and moulded them into genetically modified weapons, killing machines - Dogs.
But Heine's earliest memory is not being kidnapped, nor the experiments themselves, but of being lead into an open enclosed area with the rest of the children like him. But Heine was the one to ask the questions - What were they doing there? Who were they? What had happened to them? What were they doing before that? No-one else had thought to ask it, but as soon as it was said there was panic.
And carnage.
The dogs of the Cerberus project were made, as already stated, to be weapons. To fight, and rip and kill what they were told to. The open underground area in which the dogs awoke soon became a place of slaughter with Heine not only one of the few left standing, but the one who caused the others to fall.
Heine's memory is patchy, shaky and therefore selectively reliable at best. His mind is filled with areas of mental static or of the experience of everything going black around him. In the case of his experiences in the underground facility there are memories of confusion, of large, menacing creatures donning grotesque masks descending upon them, of needing to fight to survive. And of not wanting to stop stopping until even the other members of his assigned pack were rendered immobile and expired, and of that girl - Lily - clinging to him tightly even after he had torn her to shreds. And of that woman. Her whispering in his ear and her shrill laughter.
After those events, Heine escaped from the underground and was taken in by a mysterious blind priest to live in the city above and away from all those that Heine had killed.
Maybe it's just coincidence that people with ties to the Underground are drawn together, but maybe nothing really is left to chance. In the time Heine has been above ground he has come to know an obscure man named Badou Nails with past involvements to the dealings of the Underground and with whom Heine has found himself often working alongside in odd jobs that any sane person would avoid with all their might. The two of them over time have developed quite the reputation due to their extreme and often overly destructive approaches to work. Still, their visual description, especially as a pair, has made them formidable even at a glance to anyone hearing about them along the grapevine of the city.
Like himself, there are the by-products of experimentation throughout the city still that are not always related to the Cerberus project. Those produced through these experiments are named as mutants - modified lifeforms with unusual ears, or tails or faces. One such mutant is a young girl called Nill with angel-like wings on her back and the inability to speak. Heine found himself drawn to her as he felt they were the same. After he and Badou rescued her, Nill came to live at the church with the Priest and Heine. She is notably the only exception to his gynophobia and the only girl to touch him without him flinching on some level.
There is the swordswoman Naoto he has encountered who seems to have some calling to below the city also. Someone Heine has to begrudgingly accept sharing space and time with but not through choice of his own, it's just the way the dice have fallen.
And there are those with connections to that world that have been there the whole time, like the Priest. And those who slide up from the shadows to try and tug him back down with them, like Giovanni and the twins.
Despite his escape from the Underground and his determination not to return there, Heine is under regular reminder of his roots and the pull from that place somehow remains extremely strong. There is a very distinct sense, however, that the Underground will be coming up to him and returning there may be unnecessary.
Personality:
Defining Heine's personality is no easy feat. A starting point could perhaps be to say he is unpredictable with an overall sense of apathy.
But that is far too simple so perhaps we need to go down layer by layer.
On the surface he is indifferent, distant, terse and often bored looking. He is blunt and will attempt to keep his vocal and general interactions with most people to a minimum whenever possible. There is little point in investing more time than is absolutely needed in strangers. He doesn't feel the need to be nice for the sake of it, or to strike up conversation just to break silence or to dispel awkwardness - he just doesn't feel the need to be a typically social creature, therefore making his own chosen pack rather small. And really he's content with that, in his own way. There will always be exceptions to the rule, of course, but they are subject to many factors like circumstance, mood and company.
While generally quiet, Heine isn't afraid to speak - it's just that often it may feel like he's just too lazy to engage in casual conversation. When he does he can be cold, aloof, sarcastic, sometimes a little full of himself especially in potentially hostile situations. He will be concise, short and as brief as possible, saying only what he really needs to. It's just not worth him wasting the energy on in most cases.
And the other times, in certain situations, with particular people where he has no qualms launching into lengthy rambles about philosophy, the world and nothing at all, seemingly just for the sake of it.
Which returns us to the unpredictable aspect of him that runs in and out of just about everything in the way he exists in the world.
With Heine outwardly being so distant it is hard to believe he could register anything at all in the way of humour, but he can and he does... It just doesn't have to make sense to anyone else necessarily. His sense of humour is so dry it's often hard to tell that he's joking or not, and when it seems sure that he's kidding around it's discovered that he isn't. Most jokes are lost on him, his jokes are usually lost on others.
Then there's the other sense of humour. The other side to Heine.
While he may be mellow and calm the majority of the time it doesn't mean that he will always remain so. In fact, Heine is something like a time bomb. He has a few very sensitive nerves that can cause him to snap if they are so much as brushed past and especially if they are prodded in very particular ways. When he does snap it is downright dangerous and often there is little to no warning when the possibility of this switchover is about to occur.
The ways in which Heine administers violence can come in several forms; as a dismissive gesture like he were swatting at a fly just for the sake of getting it done and out the way, going nearly all out but just barely keeping a hold of himself, or in his inner 'black dog' revelling in it. Given the opportunity, this dog will decimate anything that gets too close or appears to be a challenge.
This, coupled with Heine's irregular attitude as a whole can make him extremely dangerous to be around and to avoid repeats of the massacre of in the Underground it is likely no mistake that on the outside Heine seems to blank - internally he is constantly struggling to contain and keep hold of that dog, to keep a close handle on his more sadistic tendencies.
In general, don't expect him to give much of a shit outside his own little bubble. In many, many ways, Heine is incredibly selfish and too wrapped up in his own thing to be anything but. He's not completely heartless, his compassion is just limited and the chances it'll show through are few and far between. Sorry, he really is pretty self-centred in his way.
Biggest Fear:
Losing his ability to control his internal dog. A lot of effort goes into him stamping down upon his darker desires and the idea of that inner dog taking over and him being unable to climb back to the surface again terrifies him.
Hospitals and sterile areas in general. White-wash walls and the smell of antiseptic... Yeah, not too much of a fan there.
Women in general getting too close to him or making physical contact with him (with very few exceptions to the rule) Especially that woman; Dr. Einstellsehn.
Powers:
Heine has no powers as such, but the Cerberus Spine implanted in him has granted him with exceptionally high regeneration rates. He can take massive amounts of damage and not only survive but heal from the damage but at an alarmingly fast rate. Along with the restoration ability, the genetic experimentation has given him unnaturally high strength and speed.
Weapons:
Heine wields a silver semi-automatic Mauser C96 pistol attached to his belt by a hefty chain in his right hand and a black Luger P08 service pistol in his left. He does not, however, necessarily need either gun, or ammo, or chain to engage effectively in combat.
In ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) soul_campaign Heine's abilities given to him by the Cerberus Spine have been removed, as have his two pistols. Only his chain remains.
Weapon Form & Abilities: Heine's weapon form is twin stylised blades each measuring approximately two foot long from each tip to tip, joined together via a silver chain.
If a Soul Resonance is achieved between himself and his Meister the blades become longer and start to resemble swords far more than blades. The more excited Heine is for the battle and the more he can feed off the vibe of his Meister the more powerful his attacks become.
Heine has a much more violent side to him and this may have some kind of impact on a technician wielding him.
Soul Description: Unstable, selfish, volatile, detached, shrewd, protective
SAMPLES:
Third Person: [Originally for jigoku_apts]
The train rushing through the city made no means to conceal itself, quite the opposite. It was an obvious display, an onslaught on the upper section and they wanted to be heard.
Here we are. You can not ignore us.
The hair at the back of Heine's neck prickled, his whole body straightening and the image of the cyclopean engine pulling into the station with its singular cannon barrel smoking at the front reflecting in his widened eyes.
"Are they back to finish the job...?" Heine asked, voicing the thought aloud and taking a single step backward as he did. The other would not follow suit.
He felt strange. His head was spinning, his blood rushing around his body, his heart pounding, his chest aching and the overwhelming sense of restlessness and feeling uncomfortably indecisive.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Heine took in a deep breath, trying to get a handle on the dizziness swimming around his sense, to block out the noise and distraction crowding him at that moment. But the light-headedness did not subside and if anything it felt like he was being tugged down further into it, not finding clarity in that moment intended to steady his thoughts.
When he opened his eyes again the whole place was muted. And changed.
He wasn't in the train station anymore. He was in an unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar walls, ceiling and scents. How did he get there? Had he blacked out and been taken by-- No. No, that could not be possible. Not so easily, he'd be damned.
Pushing himself up to prop up upon his elbows, Heine became aware of something inside his mouth, a strange kind of alien heaviness that normally was not there. His tongue came up, pressing against the nub of hardness at the roof of his mouth. He felt it shift, slide a little and then slowly begin to detach itself. It dropped wetly onto his tongue, leaving a sticky residue where it had been stuck before. The flavour, in a delayed manner, came to him then. Sort of spicy and sweet and... not something he had put willingly past his lips.
His eyes narrowed, moving the little candy to hold it between his canines on the right side of his mouth before snapping down hard, one half of the sweet tumbling away to somewhere unknown in the dark room and the other becoming the victim of his back teeth grinding it down into small shattered pieces to shallow. He didn't care for the taste, but the gesture was vaguely satisfying.
Standing up then, Heine shoved his hands into his back pockets and began to get a better look at his surroundings, but the sense that he wasn't going to learn much standing around like that throbbed in a discomforting way in the back of his skull. It the back of his neck ache, or at least he was going to blame it for that dull pulsing pain this time. So he began to pace around the room, searching for some clue as to where he'd been brought.
First Person:
[ There are a few light tapping noises, like of a fingertip jabbing at a microphone before complete silence. Then a few soft shifting noises, like someone sitting or standing uncomfortably and changing their position and a faint noise like metal against metal. Then-- ]
Tch... Either this thing is haunted or this is the way we call for room service.
Actually, I don't care either way. If a ghost can tell me what the hell is going on here and bellboy can't then I'll take the damn ghost.
Notes: Warning: Badly trained puppy is badly trained :(
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