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An unusual pain that passed...

I believe in love.

Created on 2008-02-12 03:30:39 (#14925828), never updated

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Bist du bei mir, geh' ich mit Freuden
zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh'.
Ach, wie vergnügt wär' so mein Ende,
es drückten deine lieben schönen Hände
mir die getreuen Augen zu!

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If you are with me, then I will gladly go to [my] death and to my rest. Ah, how pleasant would my end be, if your dear, fair hands shut my faithful eyes!

~*~*~*~

Character Name: Johan Faust VIII
Series: Shaman King
Age: 31

Physical Description:
Standing at 6’ 7”, Faust is not what we would call one of the healthiest looking men alive. His skin is very pale due to lack of sunlight and proper nutrition, save for a section on his chest which is discolored, and he has permanently large dark circles under his eyes and discolored lips due to severe lack of sleep over many years. His hair is fluffy, blonde and a little longer than shoulder length, some if it falling into his face, and generally tends to gather in clumps naturally. His eyes are a very light shade of blue which hardly reflect any light, with very small pupils.

Both of Faust’s ears are pierced, though this is usually hidden by his hair. He has matching tattoos– a string of what’s made to look like bones and joints, in black, on his neck and both upper-arms. The discolored skin around his chest has tattoos of stitches lining the entire area, mostly because the good doctor felt it almost helped people deal with looking at the mismatched coloring. Faust can usually be found wearing a white coat, pants that are tucked into heavy-duty boots, several tool belts around his legs that hold things like scalpels, needles and thread, and, occasionally, a shirt.

Faust is never, ever seen without his necklace, which is a small vial on a silver chain with a locked stopper in the top. Inside of the glass container is a finger-bone, his wife Eliza’s, with the wedding band and engagement rings still on it.

Personality:
Faust had recently developed something of a split personality—there’s the “good doctor” side of him, which is how he behaved prior to the death of his wife. He was always a little odd, and sometimes even downright silly, but all in all he was a very happy and friendly man, polite and always eager to help people. He took immense pride in his profession, saving people being one of the greatest joys he could ever imagine, but since the death of Eliza, however, a new side has emerged. Faust has lost touch with most morals that he once held and fallen into a very deep depression which results in anything from rudeness to cruelty, in both his words and actions. More cynical, sarcastic and more often detached from a sane mind frame, Faust is known these days to be very reclusive and not one that you’d want to cross. It’s not a rare thing for him to lapse back into his previous frame of mind but it takes very little time for him to revert back.

Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry:
Anyone would be hard pressed to find a surgeon better than Faust—he’d probably have the reputation for being the best in all the isles if he weren’t considered to be insane by just about everyone, but that doesn’t mean that level of skill isn’t there.
Although he doesn’t look it, Faust is quite strong for his lanky build and has excellent reflexes. This makes him a half-decent fighter, but only when he can get something over with quickly—endurance and stamina is not something he was blessed with. His weapon of choice leans towards scalpels, syringes and/or wire.

Weaknesses:
Obviously one of Faust’s biggest weaknesses is Eliza—even in death she can be used to manipulate him, as even remains are the most precious things that Faust owns, hence why he went through all the trouble to get and protect them. Even mentioning her is the best way to shake Faust—if he’s happy or calm he doesn’t usually change too quickly, unless Eliza is brought up, especially in negative lights.

In addition, Faust is a man of occasional substance abuse, his drug of choice being opium, and while he is not a regular user he has no intention of giving it up entirely. He won’t often say no to a drink these days but he doesn’t hold them very well, but he’s usually a pretty mellow to melancholy drunk.

History:
Johan Faust had good, if not wonderful, beginnings. The oldest of the three Faust children and heir to the title of head of the family whose ancestor founded St. Faustus’ Academy, he grew up surrounded by doctors and scientists whose very life seemed to be in the medical field—it was a given that he would follow in their footsteps. Faust didn’t mind studying medicine and knowing from as far back as he could remember that he was going to be a doctor—he loved to help people and the idea of understanding the body truly fascinated him, so he was very little trouble as a child. Constantly immersed in the books that his parents provided for him, he had little time for friends and although he was lonely, seemed to have a difficult time relating to those his own age.

One day Faust accompanied his father to meet a young girl named Eliza, the daughter of a chemist, who was troubled with a heart condition. She’d been born with a small hole in her heart which left her very week and confined to her house, but she was a very kind and cheerful child. She enjoyed having Faust for company, as she had few friends of her own as well, as their fathers discussed both her condition and business. Faust grew to like Eliza more and more each time he visited her, and every day as he walked to school they would wave to each other from either side of her bedroom window. The young boy started to take his studying even more seriously than before, dedicating every moment he could to learning about the body and possible ways that he could cure the young woman he was so clearly falling in love with. He slept and ate very little for years, straying only from his research to spend time with Eliza every day, but he grew distraught when she seemed to be getting worse, rather than better, as her father had predicted she would. Faust felt that nothing his father was administering to the girl was helping at all and that the best course of action would be surgery, but Eliza’s father would not stand the idea, feeling that it was too risky and chances would be greater that his daughter would suffer for it.

Faust watched, day after day, as the girl he loved tried her best not to look as tired and weak as he knew she felt. Her father still would not budge and allow his daughter the surgical attention that could be provided, and finally Faust would stand for it no longer. One afternoon, when Eliza’s father was out, Faust had Eliza moved from her home to a barely-used research facility and performed the operation himself at sixteen years old. By the time their location had been discovered the process was over and Eliza was looking and feeling better than she ever had in her life—her father was less than thrilled with the kidnapping stunt, but since his daughter was feeling better there was very little he could bring himself to do. Faust stayed close to Eliza as she made her recovery, inspired by the strength she was regaining and the feeling of having made a difference—Faust’s career as a doctor was set from birth, but it was at this time where he pledged his life to the art.

Faust was accepted into St. Faustus and Eliza, now able to leave her home and having excellent recommendations from private tutors, enrolled with him. She required a great deal of aid when it came to getting around, severely lowered blood pressure disrupting her balance and making it difficult to stand, but Faust was only too happy to help, as it gave them more time to spend with each other. Seeing them apart was quite rare and it was considered by the general student body to be a mystery why someone as pretty and popular as Eliza would stay with the odd-looking Faust, but nothing could bring the couple apart. After Faust completed his undergrad work he took a year to volunteer at his family’s main clinic to get some hands-on experience and during this time he and Eliza set about developing synthetic bones that could be used for surgical replacement and would test out their prototypes on injured animals.

A year later both returned to St.FU for their graduate work and came to be well acquainted with Viasti Hojo (mostly by accident—specifically one where Viasti’s arm was badly crushed and needed to be replaced.) In their final year of school Faust proposed to Eliza, who accepted, and they were engaged to be married in the spring of the following year. Once they graduated with honors both were quite busy between volunteering their time at the university’s research labs and planning for the wedding, but the young couple could not have been happier. In the early spring they were married, and shortly afterwards they opened a small, free clinic on the coast and moved in together with their pet frilled dobie (doberman) Frankensteiny. Everything seemed to be perfect in their lives.

Then, one day, Eliza died. Faust returned home one afternoon to find both his wife and pet had been shot in the head and their house robbed. Although he tried everything in his power to save her, Eliza slipped away on the operating table, leaving Faust alone, broken and completely without faith in his ability to make a difference. It wasn’t long, however, before he disappeared completely from public eye and fell out of contact with his family, and he took the dug-up body of his wife with him. Unable to preserve the already rotting corpse, Faust placed the skeleton of Eliza and Frankensteiny in a class coffin kept locked in the basement of one of his labs, though he removed her ring-finger so they could never be apart. For four years Faust kept to himself, lamenting the loss of the best thing he’d ever known and falling deeper and deeper into a state of depression and insanity. There were a few instances of people breaking into his home, thinking that the old clinic was abandoned, but Faust saw to it that they were never heard from again—tinkering with their bodies and working with medical tools seemed to be the only thing that lifted the cloud over him, though he’d by then lost most of his moral reservations about torture and human experimentation.

About a year after the revolutionary war began it struck him that he was still very much alive, and while he’d lost most of his faith in his own power to combat death, he knew Eliza would be heartbroken if he didn’t help others when he had the power. During the war he traveled the islands on a small boat that has long been destroyed, setting up temporary clinics where he would offer his services to anyone who needed it, usually walking around battlefields and patching up soldiers. In exchange for his services he was usually allowed to pick over the enemy’s bodies (though enemy would differ depending on the island he was on), which prevented from experimenting on anyone who was still moderately healthy. When the war ended he regained contact with his family on a whim, to inform them that he was still well, but has come to regret this decision, as they have since been trying to convince him to return home and reintegrate into polite society.

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