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Character: Dietrich von Lohengrin
Series: Trinity Blood [ wiki ]
Character Age: 21
Canon: Like all good vampire manga series, Trinity Blood revolves around the Vatican v. the vampires. Or, more complexly, the main character Abel Nightroad waves his angst and non-vampire-but-eats-vampire fangs around alongside multiple parties' bids for supremacy, freedom and happiness -- oh, and possibly total destruction. The Rosencreuz Orden specializes in that last one there, having a slogan that basically means 'through fire we will renew the world', aka blow shit up and it'll go our way. The Rosencreuz Orden works to stir up trouble between the two major factions, the humans and the vampires. Often this means framing people, starting skirmishes and moving towards coups and the beginnings of world wars.
While the Rosencreuz Orden is mainly made up of vampires, freaks of nature and naked crusnik, there is the token human member. Dietrich von Lohengrin, born child genius, raised psychopath and total bastard is that token member. Driven purely by his own needs, Dietrich hurts people because he thinks it's fun, twists them around, plays with their minds and likes to watch them destroy themselves. He's a genius with computers and subterfuge, being able to change his identity at the drop of a hat. He is said to have the face of an angel and the heart of the devil, exemplified by his willingness to torture, play Frankenstein with vampire corpses and his complete disregard for the consequences of his actions. Despite his high rank in the Orden, Dietrich is still the equivalent of a sadistic puppy; the higher ups say 'fetch' and he asks 'can I keep this one? I promise to clean up the entrails when I'm done'. Except for when he occasionally skips the asking and moves straight on to the human experimentation. Oops.
Sample Post:
The inevitable conclusion one comes upon when faced with a large encampment of varied individuals is human experimentation. It's even better when your participants are, ah, shall we say, a captive audience - though if we were to be diplomatic, 'convenient' would also be a good word to use. Oh, don't give me that look. I don't mean human experimentation in that horribly outdated sense - there will be no electric shocks or any other sort of inhumane torture. Rather, we are going to answer the question of working and learning together under mental stress. Trust me, it won't be anything too strenuous - even the weakest of minds can provide valuable data. If the idea of being a test subject frightens you, just remember that this is for the good of mankind and a step forward to bringing about World Peace.
Let me define mental stress for you: the feeling that results from an invasive thought or thoughts that disturb the individual and cause a form of internal pressure. For example, if you terribly wished to go to the ball but your evil stepmother forbade you and locked you in her dungeon, this would be a cause of mental stress. If she were to starve you, this would be a source of mental and physical stress. If she killed you, that would be physical distress... but not mental as you'd be deceased. Of course, not all sources of mental stress are as extreme as being locked away in a dungeon. One might even find reading a stressful exercise.
Oh, look, I've brought one with me. How convenient. In this experiment I will present to you one passage of literature. You will rate how much mental stress listening to the passage has caused you on a scale of one to ten; one being tolerable and ten being mental anguish. Afterwards I will ask you a question as to how you perceive me, the experimenter, and we can draw a conclusion on how mental stress affects the tenuous bonds of teamwork.
I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I'd never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. He'd never been less human… or more beautiful. Face ashen, eyes wide, I sat like a bird locked in the eyes of a snake.
His lovely eyes seem to glow with rash excitement. Then, as the seconds passed, they dimmed. His expression slowly folded into a mask of ancient sadness.
What a simply stunning piece of literature. It chagrins me to say this, but I quite enjoyed that passage. There's something... different about it. Sparkling, even. Or is the term 'smoldering', for the intense and vivid emotions the writing invokes in us? Ah, I'm distracting myself.
Now, please, rate your pain level. Remember, one is for tolerance and ten for mental stress so great it's dazzling.
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