Morgenstern
Name: Morgenstern JenTusiki
Alias: Dr. M
Age: Appears 27
Height: 6'7
Weight: 281
Body Structure: Well Toned/Muscular
Blood Type: O+/Radiation
Occupation: Mad Scientist/Bio-Nuclear Physicist/Genetic Mutations Expert
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (75%-female 25%-male)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Preferred Meals: Women/Dead People/Children
Favorite Meal: Roasted Salted Pork/Steamed Broccoli/Freshly Baked Asian Woman/Fine glass of red wine mixed with fresh blood.
Disliked Meals: Most Anthromorphs/Chicken/Fast Food.
Favorite Candy: Laffy Taffy
Favorite Color: Crimson or Fleshy Pink
Favorite Snack: Chocolate Coated, Cream Filled, Micros
Favorite Body Part: The Liver
Favorite Body Part to eat: Eyeballs
History
We creep on back towards the era of World War Two, it is a very cold and very dark night in Germany. A woman of beauty, a geisha whom had escaped with a man, a resistance man whom was a well known man, but mysterious. Anonymous and secretive were their lives and yet, being in the middle of war wasn't a place to grow their newly born child.
The birthing was difficult and the bleeding wouldn't stop. She was having complications, the contractions weaker and her body was just too frail. At least the child had survived though and he was a bouncing baby boy. His hair ashen blond-brown color and his mother's eyes that could charm any being. Such a sweet little boy, he didn't even cry. As if he knew of the dangers if the soldiers discovered that they were there.
His mother lived long enough to cradle her first son, to love him, and just enough time to feel his warmth. The next day, his father, his aunt, and his cousin buried her in the cold winter morning. Sadly, the ground was too hard...too frozen and covered with ice. They had no choice, but to throw the body in the woods nearby where hungry wolves were quick to devour the corpse. At that moment when his mother was being eaten...the boy opened his eyes...and didn't cry.
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The first few years of life were the same; growing up, learning how to walk, how to talk, and how to read and write. The boy had still been unnamed, his father was still very unsure of what to call his only son. The boy was a beautiful child, he always had a smile on his face and with the forever and constant workings of his father, the boy only knew of his aunt and his cousin.
The man was part of a Resistance against Nazis coming into the main front lines. Most missions involved sneaking, spying, and stealing information so more missions would build up to ambushes and attacks. The group was small, but their might and courage was greater that many did not expect. With risking his life daily for his son, the man could not help but keep emotional distant with the lad. The fighting and brutal nature was bound to split them up anyways.
Sadly, the boy would not allow this to happen! By the age of six, he had his mind set in joining his father in the fight. He always dreamed, side by side with his father, fighting and killing Nazis. Going on dangerous, life threatening missions, and coming out alive while saving a few victims on the side, and becoming heroes in the end! He trained his body, honed it perfectly, teaching himself self defense and martial arts to the point of perfection.
By the age of ten, his auntie had named him properly, the boy now became Morgenstern. A well suited name for a boy like himself! In whole though, he didn't care too much for the name, he knew of his Japanese-Jewish decent, and he knew that one day that the Nazis would come for him. So what could a lad do in this time of strife, but to only eat, breathe, and think nothing, but killing and fighting.
A dreadful day happened, something that would rip him from his mind. He was only sixteen too, oh so young for someone his age to be tortured. Somehow, the Nazis had decided to make their adventures deepen beyond the city to explore the farmlands. Where there was farming, there was food and delectable hiding spots to find more Jews. Bringing with them six trucks, a small tank, and a General, the soldiers were well prepared for any tricks that were bound to happen. Everyone went quite well with the demands of the Nazi men, they gave them what they wanted, allowed them to explore and trash their homes, and the men were quick to go on their way.
Then, they came to the last house on the hill where Morgen, his aunt, and his cousin were busy working on lunch and bringing in fire wood. At the time, Morgen wasn't too far off, helping his cousin chop some wood and collect it properly, yet when they heard a shrill cry, the knew something was amiss. Both lads were quick to grab their axes and return home to find four Nazi soldiers tearing up their home and taunting their Aunt. Being Japanese, they teased and abused her for her looks, hitting her, throwing her around and attempting to have their way with her. The old woman was a fighter though, and fought back the best she could. Sadly, she struck one of the soldiers with a brick and his companions were quick to shoot her down. Silent and tears down his cousin's eyes, both boys could do nothing but watch the Nazis not only kill their kin, but also rape the corpse and take whatever they please from their home.
They sat there behind the house for a good two hours after the men left, cold and numb, unable to do anything. This is possibly when the innocence of Morgen's mind snapped in two and shoved him into what the man he is today. His cousin wished to escape, to possibly find his father, yet Morgen wished to hunt down the man and find revenge, they argued and snapped at each other. Curses were tossed and so were fists. Both boys ended up attacking each other in the icy snow, yet he was the one that grabbed the axe and struck the final blow of the blade hitting his cousin's skull.
Morgenstern did not cry, he felt the first bittersweet taste of guilt and rage, but he enjoyed the taste. Saying a prayer, the young boy picked up the bloody axe and rummaged the last bit of the house he could pick up. Nothing...nothing was left. The furniture was turned over and most of the food had been taken. Only the corpse of his aunt still warm lay before him. Suddenly, a growing hunger sprung fourth. With all of the distractions and fear through his mind, he had forgotten about his own self health. But..there was nothing to eat...he would just have to ignore his stomach for right now..
Six days passed, Morgen stayed in the same spot for six days. He was unable to leave his home for some reason, he clung to it like flies to honey and couldn't force himself to leave the only place he called home. Yet, on the side, he expected, hoped...prayed that his father would possibly return to take him away to start a new life of working side by side with him in the Resistance. Starving and paper thin, the boy was dying. He seriously needed to find food, but he was too weak to go hunting, and the cold was starting to get to him as well. The only thing that kept him company was the cold corpse of his aunt and the corpse of his cousin outside buried in the snow......he needed to eat...yet such things were barbaric..unheard of..twisted. Yet, as he thought over his whole life, had his life not been one cluster fuck after another of barbaric and twisted things? And with this...what would such a little conflict do to him?
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More years passed of course and after a good while, Morgenstern did leave his past in the past. His main goal was to find his father, that childish dream of his was the only thing he had pure to him, and even that was soon going to be corrupted. He did what his father did, or of what his father told him he did; he saved the weak, became the brave, and killed some fucking Nazis.
Then it came to the grand age of eighteen, where the boy became a man and he created his own twisted initiation of eating the eyeball of a high ranking officer. His first taste of raw eyeballs grew into a delectable and rather entertaining hobby of his. Even over the past few years, he had obtained the name; Nazi Eater. He wore the title proudly by carving his teeth to a sharp point.
Possibly the most happiest day of his life was when he discovered the Resistance by mistake. More or less, he had disguised himself as a Nazi, and had found himself knocked over the head and captured. He was interrogated and tortured, yet after a few rounds of punching and loosing his left pinkie finger, he had told his captors his father's name. They were quick to beg for mercy and untie him before guiding him to his father. They did not welcome each other with a loving embrace, they had both become hard and brutal. Emotional warmth had escaped them and the situation was quite awkward at best.
Morgen's goal and dream had been met, by the end of the week, he had fought side by side with his father. Of course, he questioned his father over some situations in the past. As in; Why had he not come to save them? How did he not know? Where the hell was he during all the bloodshed?! His father did not explain his absence, which obviously angered Morgen. How could a man that he had looked up to as a hero abandon his only son, his only family and bloodline to die in cold bloodshed. The man was part of the Resistance! He would have known at least a day, possibly two days, ahead of time to give them a warning to escape, to hide in the woods! Or at least obtain his companions and fight back!
His questions would lead him on the opposing side of enemy lines. In the end, his revenge of the Nazi scum would be distracted by the growing hatred of his own father.
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The ending is gory in the lesser sense, yet quite detailed. There was a drastic situation that led Morgenstern and his father into a tight situation. They had a choice between escaping the problem and returning later on that night to reach their goal, or they stayed and fight, risking their lives and obtaining what they came for at a faster rate. Morgen wished to stay and fight, his blood lust at its peak, and with his father forcing him to leave the fight, he turned on the man. Nazis surrounded them, guns aimed, yet to the two stubborn men, they were too focused on their argument. With the command of their officer, the soldiers held their ground, and waited to see what would unfold.
Both men went at each other with blades and other weapons that they could pick off the ground, and each time, they would fight back in retaliation. Soon enough, Morgen pulled a rather disgusting trick by grabbing a soldier's gun to fire a shot at close range at his father's head. In the rush of rage and delight of seeing the fresh warm body at his feet, Morgen showed no mercy and threw himself upon the body to feast. His father would be consumed just like his aunt and cousin were.
The soldiers picked up the now numb and blacked out man, he looked so young, so innocent looking, but his pain and suffering would be quick. They spared his life, but because of his past actions on killing Nazi soldiers, he would suffer...and become disfigured for the rest of his life.
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Morgen obtained the scars you see on his face with three long years of torture. More than what he was told, but during those three years, he was brainwashed to work for the Nazis and even Hitler himself. For years, ages and ages, he studied, worked, and came up with countless weapons. Magnificent, but deadly, weapons that changed the world even today of modern warfare.
Oddly enough, his lifespan was extended and because of being around nuclear wastes and corpses all the time, his blood became polluted with chemicals. Not much of a fault though, it expanded his lifeline well enough beyond the average human being. In his free time, he became attracted to the human body, and wished to mimic what had happened to him, hoping to find the wellspring of life and gain the so called love from his masters that he never properly obtained from his father.
He began creating monsters, twisted creatures that were taken to be used as new bio technological weapons and soldiers during the war, but such a temporary happiness of cash flow and experiments ended with the Americans invading and capturing most of his team and others. The Fuhrer escaped well enough, but two days later word got out that he had killed himself. His reign of terror had ended...
Morgenstern faced more dangers, he was placed in court for his actions against the human race. He had finally snapped completely though, all hope for him had long gone ages so he faced his death with open arms. He laughed at the jury and all that cursed, defiled, and hated him.
In the end, he was given the death penalty. What brought fear into his inmates was that he faced the chair six times and lethal injection two times. Each time, he had 'died' and was buried in the prison cemetery, each time, he rose again, from his 'sleep' to reek more havoc on the human race. Each time, he was captured and placed back in prison.
His final escape would set him free for good though. Escaping the country and finding peace in Mexico, Morgen kept to the shadows, hidden where the law force and powers of goof could not catch him. Now, with the heat and tension died down, Morgenstern simply rises again to return to his studies and mutations.
Personality
-He can be destructive and a deadly beast. From time to time, he will become a bloodthirsty being that will go on a reckless lust of hunger and rape. What makes things even more disturbing is that his eyesight will go pure red with rage. Blind rages are dangerous kind of thing though so he's quite careful in holding his temper.
-Nicotine, Cocaine, Marijuana, Absinthe, Alcohol and other assorted additives are a part of his lifestyle. He is an addict, he admits it, and he's not going to go to any AA meetings, no help centers, and no health places. If you wish to cure him, or lecture him on how drugs and alcohol is bad, he will simply ignore you. It's his lifestyle, he can suffer and pollute it as much as he likes.
-Paranoid and somewhat silly. With a life of betraying bastards and confusion, Morgenstern has become a bit of an untrustworthy being. He can't be trusted and he can't trust others all too well. There have been many a situation where he has betrayed a comrade for better pay or to save his own ass. He knows that it's hard to kill him, but if he dies..again, then he's going to make sure he's going to bring others down with him. And unlike him, they can't come back from the dead.
-Rudeness. He's quite rude, but many mistake truthfulness to being rude. Morgen does not lie, he only with holds the truth or tells only half of the information from someone. Don't ever call him a liar though, that hurts his feelings!
-Intelligent, smart, witty, and just wise. The man has seen enough in his prime to earn the title of insane. His brain capacity is well above average to the norm, and with a vast imagination..his mind is his greatest weapon he can wield.
-Mania. He's insanely happy. Not like twisted Joker trigger happy, but he seems to have a bit of a grin and laughs every once and a while in unfunny situations.
-Cannibalism is fun if done properly. Morgenstern can fix up a great meal of a victim. Usually, he prefers a nice young woman, but he won't pass up a strapping young man either. What is more entertaining for him, is serving people to people. Or even just serving victims to greater beings that he's enslaved to.
-Enslavement. Weather he's dominating and owning the fuck out of someone, or a very dominant woman is controlling him, he loves it. Yet, there are very few women that can dominate him these days. He's oh so picky about it!
-Gore, delicious blood, guts, and the ripping and tearing of flesh is music to his ears. Morgen enjoys a good hunt from time to time and has no qualms of eating things raw. Sometimes..he prefers it...
The Laboratory
Home sweet home! Home is where the heart is! Come home my child! Everyone needs a place to feel at peace and this said place is a home away from home so to speak. Not within the confines of the park, an abandoned apartment complex lays waiting to be demolished and Do Not Cross tape lays on the ground under a few rocks. There had seem to be a bit of a bloody situation in the past. A said beast, or demonic force inhabited the apartment, at first, the beast was docile, yet something unknown triggered it to attack and kill all those whom lived within the apartment. Even when the tenants moved away, the beast followed them and made sure they were dead. Obviously, the said 'demon' was Morgenstern. Such a nasty thing to call him though! He's not a demon!
Yet, all in all, and quite amazingly, files and deeds of the whole building was not only protected by the owner, but also guarded by activists for being a hot spot for spirits as well as being historical or something. Yet, the man has lived here for a good ten years and has yet to see such a demonic or sensed even a lick of spirit.
The lobby and most of the upper levels are old and dusty. Abandoned furniture, dirty windows, and the smell of mothballs and dry wood clings to everything. A few wild creatures have made their way into the nooks and crannies of the place, mostly wild cats, a few smart dogs, birds, and commonly insects. The whole place is pretty unstable to tell the truth, the floorboards are weaker the higher you go and the roof holds old pigeon cages. A few open ones house some birds and the smell of their feces litters the place well too.
Of course, when you get lower, you'll come across the basement area, or the so called laundry room. Once you get down here, everything seems up to date and clean. Not a speck of dust and the obvious signs of wires, ropes, and gears are hanging from the ceiling as well as moving around the floor.
There is a door in a corner, a door on the floor, strong, metal, and obviously not hidden. Yet the security is strong, one would need an eye scan, a blood sample, and a penis identification. Meaning, yes, shove your penis in a hole, if it does not match then expect a mini guillotine blade to slice down and lop your penis off.
If you get past first base, you'll be led down a dark stairway and down a deep and long corridor. Past the sewage system, and deep within the earth is a great Colosseum. An ancient tabloid ruin that was buried long ago was dug up by him during an explosive mistake. Over time, Morgenstern collected, obtained, and hoarded anything and everything. His great and powerful mind improvised and created multiple things. Hell, even some things he purchased from secret army bases and even more from aliens on different worlds. Because of his inventions, his creations, his ideals, the riches he has in his banking account is limitless.
Supposedly, one expects a vast detail and explanation of what his lab contains, we'll just let your imagination decide on such things.
Hobbies
-Listening to weird fucking music that has subliminal messages to them when played backwards.
-Reading Obituaries in newspapers.
-Digging up fresh graves if he gets the chance!
-Masturbating to Guro and Zombie Porn.
-Creating new creatures/mutants/freaks.
-Eating Children.
-Inventing new weapons/armor/technology.
-Improving the security around his Lab.
-Being owned by a very powerful woman.
-Serving his Mistress.
-Creating new and illegal drugs.
-Torturing/Capturing/Enslaving Micros.
-Raping fem-boys and traps.
As PredAs Prey
| Being PredBeing Prey |
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| Soft Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Hard Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Reforming |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Oral Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Vampiric Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Soul Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Unconventional Vore |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Realistic |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Cooking |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Rough |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Sex |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Pain |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Transformation |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Blood |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Bondage |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Verbose Posts |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Group Roleplay |
Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike |
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| Public |
Always/Love |
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