Post by Anslem Aslem on Jul 16, 2009 11:03:33 GMT -5
Anslem Aslem
Alias: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Family: Liberatore
Mafia Rank: Capo
Sexuality: Bi-sexual (If he’s sloshed and you look good and you’re coming on to him, he’ll probably bite. If he remembers afterwards is another story.)
Psychological overview: The first thing you may notice about Anslem is he behaves as if he’s fighting a war. Which is true, he’s a fighting a war that began in his childhood and has never ceased, the war for justice. To him he is a soldier and this is his war, and he lets this belief guide all of his policies. It should be noted he believes in “total war”, and usually follows the same sort of tactics Alexander the Great and Sherman did.
In person he is actually very fair and concerned with personal integrity. Outside of his work he’s very introverted and really the only time he may seem really alive at all is when he’s employed in a task. He is a font line leader given first he knows the best way to keep people (especially the sort of amoral ones he works with) loyal is to “walk the talk” and also he knows better than to trust his soldiers and he tries to use his actual presence to assure everything goes to plan. If you break ranks and you are not heinously injured as a result you can expect he’ll be the one giving you the pistol whipping.
He’s very idealistic, yet bitter and cynical. He believes the world has to be re-made from the ground up and the best way to do so is to re-make the image of L. So yes, he is power hungry, and knows one day he may have to kill Rossi if he does not hold true to his promises.
Usual appearance: He’s of average height-5’9”-and underweight-about 135 lbs. While he is not an imposing figure you can tell by his walk he has something beneath that trench coat you don’t want aimed at you. Beneath the coat you’ll find a dress shirt, slacks, boots, and never detect the two pistols he carries in holsters around his thighs until it’s too late. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll see the switchblade from the ankle.
Anslem usually has a five o’ clock shadow, a haggard look, and looks at least five years older than he really is. His hair is dark brown, with wavy ends that brushes the base of his neck. His eyes are am impressive shade of hazel.
Personal Information
Birthplace: East Prussia, Germany
Current residence: Liberatore Mansion, Italy
Ethnic background: Full blooded German
Past incidents: Anslem was born in a small village near Königsberg. His father like most men at the time had been conscripted into the Army a few months before Anslem was born. He never met him, and he stopped writing when he was about three-lost somewhere on the campaign on the Eastern Front. His mother, whom Anslem remembers only as a fragile, dark haired woman, took to drinking heavily after her husband lost contact with them. When the Red Army swept into their village when Anslem was six years old in the winter of 1945, she didn’t even raise her head when the men came in and dragged her into the bedroom, her son confused and terrified, cowered beneath the kitchen table.
She started screaming however, and Anslem tried to rush to her, opening the door and seeing something he will never forget; his mother being raped. He yelled and tried to assault the men, only to be mercifully knocked unconscious. When he roused, the room was empty, his mother and the soldiers were gone. He walked outside to find his mother dead from a gunshot wound to her head; the pistol was clenched in her hands. Unable to take the shame of rape she had chosen to kill herself. She left her son all by himself to brave the barren fields of Prussia as food only became scarcer with an invading army present.
By the time winter came again in 1946 Anslem like so many others was caught among the chaos of a collapsed empire and starving to death. He refused to take hand outs from the Russian soldiers and their allies and one day was approached by a strange man.
“Na kind…you take this bomb and you toss it into a Red’s jeep, I’ll give you this pack of cigarettes.”
He was hardly in the position to refuse the offer.
So he took the small bomb and hid it a tree until his target came by. Lighting the explosive he nimbly dropped into the back, unfortunately he dropped his weapon on impact. Dodging the punch of the very surprised soldiers he instead pulled off the gas cap as he rolled out. On the ground in a daze after his fall he watched the jeep explode about two hundred feet away; the soldiers had been aware of the danger and had lit a cigarette.
He not only got his cigarettes but the man was so impressed by his ingenuity he took him to the mastermind of the plan. This man called “Her Doktor” even though he was an amputee veteran gave Anslem his first warm meal in about a year and said “there are hundreds of orphans in Prussia these days, but we may have found the cleverest one.”
So he found a new family, and he worked as a look out and errand boy for the subversion group, it was they who gave him his first pistol and taught him how to become an excellent marksman. He grew up under the tutelage of Herr Doktor who taught him about tactics, strategies, along with psychology and weaponry. He also introduced him to his nicotine and alcohol addiction.
The bottom eventually fell out however; soon the group was being dogged by Russian backed German authorities and later even the KGB. When Anslem was fourteen Herr Doktor decided they should make a daring run for the West. They got as far as the southern border with Austria when everyone but Anslem and Herr Doktor were slaughtered as criminals. Herr Doktor was no doubt sent to a gulag as he was taken alive; Anslem alone managed to slip into Austria. He wasn’t a fool however and he knew he was being hunted by the Russians. He tried to disappear into the underworld and eventually came to Italy when he was sixteen, aware of the mafia’s rise to power and desperate for work.
He heard about L while attached to a family in Milan, and he saw perhaps his chance to change this fetid world. Not as a successor of L but as someone who would totally re-imagine the concept. Taking care to hone his skills to the point where a family would have to be mad to reject him, he went further south into Italy until he found the Liberatores. He proved himself to them, and eventually took a position as a capo three years later.
Medical problems: (He has a lot)
-He has untreated Post Traumatic Shock Disorder from his mother’s rape and subsequent suicide as a child.
-He “treats” his PTSD with alcohol, and is the kind of alcoholic whose first morning ritual is to take a shot of hard liquor.
-The boy can drink, and is in fact nearly always mildly intoxicated. You’ll probably be unable to tell except for the smell on his breath and the flask he always has on him.
-He does binge drink, when he is having flashbacks and also the only way he sleeps is when he passes out from consumption.
-He never lets his addiction interfere with his work however. Indeed he has tried other drugs but as they distracted him he gave them up. His poison of choice is usually schnapps but any sort of hard alcohol will do.
-He does have the beginning stages of cirrhosis and probably won’t live past thirty. If his pack a day smoking doesn’t kill him faster.
[code;;]Anslem Aslem--Raven Nightray Adult/Anime version--Pandora Hearts[/code;;]
And in your free time?
OOC Name: Birdy
Age: Zwei und zwanzig
# of years role playing: cinco
Any extra notes:
-A marksman without equal-seriously the guy can have ten shots in him and still shoot a can off someone’s head.
-He does love fine art and likes to visit art galleries in his free time.
-He also likes Kafka’s works.
-Oh yes and he absolutely hates Russians for obvious reasons. He’s not too fond of other allied people either as he think they’re all hypocritical bastards about the war.
-He speaks English, German, and Italian.
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