Your Name/Alias: Timmy
Age: 23
Character: #004 aka Albert Heinrich
Series:
Cyborg 009 - 2001Character Age: 30
Job: Potato Salesman
Canon: Unbeknownst to the world, there is a secret organization known as "Black Ghost" whose only goal is to spread war and suffering. To achieve this, they developed cyborgs: humans with enhanced abilities. Unfortunately, they forgot to ask for permission and these cyborg soldiers rebelled against Black Ghost, making it their personal mission to rid the world of them forever. Joe Shimamura aka 009 along with the rest of the 00 comrades struggle to find a world where they can belong, without having to die or worse, succumb to Black Ghost once more.
Albert Heinrich was the fourth cyborg in the series to be remade by Black Ghost. A living weapon with bullet-shooting fingers and an atomic bomb for a heart, Albert takes great pains to remember the qualities of humanity, so that he may never be known as a "machine". Armed with a sardonic sense of humour, Albert has a tendency to lean on the negative side of matters, but that doesn't mean he's not optimistic when there's need for it. More prone to putting people down due to his loner streak, Albert shows his kindness through his actions rather than words.... once in a blue moon.
Sample Entry:
There is a really bad German joke in here, but I'm going to ignore it. Hey, the name's 004 and I'm here to promote potatoes. Considering the amount of corn you guys have got going for you, I say it's about time someone brought in some new stock. Normally, this isn't the kind of negotiations I do, but I thought I should give it a shot. Hey, relax, not that kind of shot. I'm not that trigger-finger happy and my fingers don't bite, so you can stop eyeing my hand like that. It's not like I have anything better to do with my time and from the looks of you all slobbering, neither do you. So! Let's talk potatoes. Good for frying, good for survival... In fact there was this time I was caught in a blizzard and potatoes saved my life! Crazy story, right? Well, it's all true. And let's face it, having potato chips is way better than plain old corn. Until you get sick of both, then you're pretty much doomed, but hey, I'm just the salesman. Don't blame me for your bad life decisions.
Hey, now no need to get antsy. I'm sure there are lots of finer qualities to potatoes than you know. Like the shape! I mean, isn't it just perfect for making figures? Just poke some holes in for eyes and stick a brush for hair. I know one guy who would fit that image perfectly and yeah, his hair really is that bad. They could make great stress-relief dolls. Yeah, I know, I'm reaching, but you've got to admit it could work. And you'll get into less trouble for beating up a potato than a real person, wouldn't you agree? I see you're finally warming up to the idea. About time too. This is taking way too much time. So, we've got potato chips, potato people... what else? Maybe I should stop making things up as I go along... nah.
So, are you interested or not? Because I have a whole truck of this stuff just waiting to unload and I've got to return it pronto. Just say the word and I'll get started. Wait, what do you mean you're not interested?! Look pal, I've travelled a really long way to deliver this and now you're not going to take it? Well, if that's how you want to end our bargaining, let me just put in my final offer. If you don't buy my entire stock right now, you'll have to talk to the hand. What's that? I can't hear you, better speak up or I might wave my hand "accidentally" in your direction. You'll buy everything? Thanks, you're a real life-saver, you know that? Those potatoes are in good, albeit crumbling hands now. At least they're not in mine and that's what counts.
What do you know, I guess I'm just a natural at negotiations.
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