Yoshiro Wolfgang ~Dr.Demento
Dec 20, 2012 18:26:52 GMT -5
Post by Yoshiro von Wolfgang on Dec 20, 2012 18:26:52 GMT -5
YOSHIRO, WOLFGANG
" We have been imprisoned for no reason."
- Name: Yoshiro Wolfgang
- Nickname: Shiro, midori, Ookami, Yoshi(only by his sacrifice)
- Sex: Male
- Birthdate: March 30th
- Age:: 52
- Nationality: Born in Germany, raised in Japan
- True Name: LAMENT
- True Name Location: Across his heart in thick cursive letters
- Type: Fighter
- Affiliaton: Transcendere Fatum
- Height: 5 foot 10
- Weight: about 140 pounds
- Hair: His hair is surprisingly still it’s purple color. His hair is long and even when in a high ponytail, it nearly touches the ground.
- Eyes: His eyes are narrow and a brilliant blue color. Though at times when he can’t sleep, he had bags under them.
- Outfit: His white lab coat is a part of his main attire, but a yukata or something simpler to wear will be worn in informal occasions. In formal occasions, he has plenty of suits crisp and ready to go.
- Ears: No ears at all
- Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
- Personality: Positive
Astute;; He was in the scientific division of Septimal Moon and developed Mendax, so he’d have to say he’s pretty smart.
Serene;; Okay, normally “smart” and “cool” almost never go in the same category, but when it comes to emergencies, this guy is calm cool and collected.
Steadfast;; Dispite his rough treatment of his sacfirce, he is loyal to it.
Habitual;; As a fighter and a scientist, sometimes playing by the book it too boring, which is why he follows his instincts.
Obstinate;; No matter what the cost, he is willing to sacrifice any and everything in order to obtain what he wants.
Negative
Lair;; He tends to become this whenever he is about to create a new Mendax. He loves telling the pregnant women that it tastes sweet and that it will not hurt. He loves seeing their faces once he discovered that he was lying.
Egotistical;; Often when he is admiring his work, he tends to seem a bit egotistical as he will not stop writing notes and complimenting himself.
Harsh;; He is often described as such and will tell you in a very brusque tone of voice that he is not.
Authoritative;; He is the founder of TF and will make sure that it is noted as such.
Overconfident;; in creating Mendax, he has a certain air around him whenever they seem to function properly and when others come to him, asking for their unborn children to be Mendax. - History: Yoshiro was born In Germany due to his father being stationed there. Once Yoshiro was old enough to read, he instantly became fascinated with science and biology. He would read book after book on the subjects until it was time for him to sleep, only to resume the same schedule the next day. Once he turned ten, his family flew back to their hometown, Okinawa. Of course being raised speaking German and a bit of French, he was often isolated in school as he could not speak Japanese yet. If he wanted to read more of his two most loved subjects, he would have to learn the new language. He was completely against this at first, but curiosity crushed that pride and he forced himself to learn Japanese over the next five years. His high school life improved a bit as by now he discovered how to read, write and speak Japanese. He was surprised to find out how far ahead Japan was in comparison to Germany, but that only meant that he could use it to his advantage.
It was during his entrance exams into college did his parents try for another child. He told them not to try as by his mother’s health and her current condition, either the baby would die within a few years or they could not have one. This caused his mother to slap him and kick him out of the house. He knew sooner or later he would get on their nerves, which was why he had already been renting a small apartment for the past year. He did somewhat question as to why his parents never asked where he would be for days on end, but he supposed they knew now. Once in his apartment, he began to furiously study for his final biology exam. He had read the textbook many, many times, the information already stuffed and crammed in his brain, but he did it once more just to make sure. That following morning, Toshiro got a perfect score on the test, being accepted into college. Once he drove home to tell his parents and went in through the door, his heart almost stopped at the sight. His mother was on the ground coughing up blood while his father spoke quickly in German, trying to calm her down in her native tongue. Calling his father’s name, he ran over to the duo and gave his mother a once over. Once he thought he figured out what was wrong, he began to yell and shout that they should have just listened to him and that he knew what he was talking about. Without a second thought, he dragged both of his parents to his car and began to speed down the road to the nearest hospital. He was aware that if he jerked the car about too much, he would lose his mother, but he also needed to get her checked on quickly. Once they made it in, he immediately admitted his mother, only to find out several agonizing hours later that she died.
At her funeral, Yoshiro didn’t even shed a single tear. He had warned them didn’t he? He told them the truth right? He couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry. Once the services were done, he left. His father had a ride already so there was no other reason for him to stay. He stopped by his home to pick up some clothes and never returned. His mother’s scent and aura would be too much for him to bear. He drove to his home and barely made it out of his car when a burning sensation enveloped his skin He panted and held his the handle to his car with a rather strong grip, his blue eyes dilating in pain before it all suddenly stopped. Once he had calmed himself, he dismissed it as a slight heart attack and proceeded to his home where solitude awaited him. Without so much as a yanking off of shoes, he collapsed on his bed. Once he awoke the next morning, he felt different. Not that he looked any different, but he felt as though he had a different presence, a stronger one, a smarter one. Pain blasted through his veins again from his chest and he threw his head back in pain once more. Once it subsided, he walked to his bathroom mirror and removed his shirt. Letters were beginning to form on his chest and he could not tell the word… L….M….T were the only letters there at the moment. He took a careful note of this inside of his brain and quickly showered and headed to college for his first day. Once there, he began to experience a ringing in his head. It was several times during the day that this would happen. He could barely even take down notes, even though he had already knew most of the information. One day it got so bad that he threw his Petri dish across the room and stormed out, only to feel the pain in his chest return. By then he had L…M…E…N…T. So if he had to guess the ‘A’ would have formed by now. Once he was in the men’s bathroom, his hypothesis was, once again, correct. He could feel a smile pull at his lips and couldn’t help but to love it. He was always right when it came to biological and chemical theories and hypothesis. It was after this did he get used to the constant ringing in his head, simply dismissing it as a headache. Or even a migraine. It seemed as though his hypothesis was proven wrong when he bumped into one of his classmates. His head began to beat and pulse at a frantic rhythm and he couldn’t help but to glare, but once his classmate pulled him aside and explained, his glare soon turned into one of thought. Fighters? Sacrifices? He smiled. So some humans had a special DNA sequence that gave them these abilities? This caused the twenty year old to become interested in the world he knew nothing about, and…he wanted to research it even more.
By the time he received his Ph.D at age 24, he soon ran into the same class mate as before. This time around, his head wasn’t ringing as much, but it was still there. It was then that he was asked to come to work. After asking what, he received a folder as his answer. With much curiosity, he opened and its contents made his mouth twitch with much delight. He would be head of the research department. That was good. That was very good. Then he was asked his true name. Blinking in confusion he told them Yoshiro Wolfgang. Once the question was elaborated, he replied, “Lament”. The classmate’s eyes widened before a smile before telling Yoshiro to follow him, and follow him Yoshiro did. Once inside of a building, he was taken to a room where a child stood waiting for him. He was told that this was his sacrifice. Yoshiro’s eyes narrowed as he studied the child. How could a child be HIS sacrifice? The sacrifice couldn’t be any more than nine and they were already thrust into this world?! After introducing himself to his sacrifice, he turned on his heel and followed his classmate to his lab. Not even waiting on him to explain what is where, he began to start working. It just was not possible! Such a child being his, a twenty four year old’s, sacrifice! It just didn’t make any sense. Sometimes while he was working, his sacrifice would come in and disturb him, but being the adult he was, he allowed himself to be distracted to comfort his sacrifice, or even battle for them when the time came for it. Other than that, he focused on his work. One day while he was working, he happened to glance outside the window when he saw a sacrifice and a blank fighter lose to a fully matched unit…Why was that? The fighter was one of their strongest, but he and his sacrifice had lost. Perhaps a better subject was needed…One that didn’t really require having just some qualities of a fighter or a sacrifice, but something with both. Pushing one of his projects aside, he began a new one. After taking his own DNA and the DNA of his sacrifice, he began to study just what in the world had made them soo different.
(copied from the plot..it’ okay right?)
As Yoshiro researched the Units and what created them in the first place and what gave them their position in the Unit, he discovered that there were two added proteins to the DNA sequence. Not the four main ones of Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine, and Adanine. He named them Samine and Zinine. It was this added pair of proteins that make a Unit – it was in his DNA but not in the DNA of a non-unit. Of course, this was tested multiple times. Scientific breakthroughs had to be tested more than once.
Samine was discovered to only pair with Guanine, and it only made an appearance in that of a Sacrifice. Zinine paired with Cytosine and was only evident in that of a Fighter. This was the breakthrough he’d been trying to find.
Since Guanine and Cytosine were DNA pairs in normal sequences, why couldn’t Samine and Zinine be paired together? He tested the protein several times and came up with the same conclusion; they could be paired together. What would happen if he paired them together in an actual DNA sequence? That’s what he did.
It was hard to do, but he managed to do it. He managed to slip the new protein pair into the DNA sequence of certain people. He didn’t know why it worked on some, but not on others, but he’d come up with a desired idea.
Now if only he could sever the connection between already paired units… This thought ran through his mind countless amounts of times within the for years he had been researching this topic. Once he brought the information to the head of Septimal Moon, it was rejected and turned down for defying Fate’s Will. This made Yoshiro laugh. He was angry and he knew that no one but his sacrifice would know that. He laughed his research away as a joke and said that he had more pressing matters to deal with before leaving the room, his rage boiling. He looked at his sacrifice with intensity, telling them to gather as many people whom wanted to defy their fate and take them to the building they would train in. Not even bothering to make sure that his sacrifice had understood, he sped walked back to his office. He knew something like this would happen again, just like his parents. He cracked a smile as he erased his computer’s data and placed a virus on it before taking his paper files and soaking them in oil. He already had all the information stored inside of his mind as well as his NEW office. With a strike of a match, and a flick of his wrist, he set the place ablaze, jumping out of the window and running to his car. Laughing again, he sped off to his destination, the place he had so lovely named Transcendere Fatum. And passing his fate is something he could do, but didn’t really want to do, after all, His sacrifice had grown on him, and he wouldn’t let anyone have them. This is why his sacrifice is locked away in his basement for only his eyes or whenever he feels that his sacrifice needed some air, which isn’t very often. - RP Sample: see akumu
- Your Name: YO MAMA! lolz...kidding kidding..kuku
- Timezone: Eastern
- Faceclaim:
[b]VOCALOID[/b] - [i]Kamui Gakupo[/i] – Yoshiro Wolfgang
