Appearance
Hair:
Dirty Blonde. Cut short.
Facial Hair:
Light Stubble that gets heavier around the chin and jawline.
Eyes:
Mint Green/Blue
Build:
Muscular. Not really defined but noticeable.
Skin Tone:
Light, usually with a slight tan.
Height:
5’10”
Weight:
188
Voice: X
Handed:
Right
Body Markings:
None
Scar Tissue:
Three inch scar along his forearm.
Unique Body Features:
Two Moles on the Right side of his face, one under his eye and the other in the center of his cheek.
Clothing Style:
Plain Clothes. His work doesn't have any kind of clothing requirements, except for the obvious shirts, shoes, pants that is expected of everyone at the bar, and so he is left with a pretty wide range of options to choose from. Bur Otto has no interest in dressing to impress, he prefers to keep things simple and subtle. Some sort of plain shirt with a pair of jeans or slacks and some boots or sneakers are what make up almost everyone of his outfits. He also can usually be found with some sort of jacket on.
Name
Otto Bastian Fischer
Nickname
Fish
Title
[hero name TBD, don't choose that for yourself]
Visual Age
Late 20’s - Mid 30’s
Factual Age
31
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Power Ranking
[leave blank until you are assigned]
Powers
Innervation Inducement - 2
Anti-Body Generation - 1
Location Swapping - 3

Personality
Otto is best described as a silent participant. He does not feel it necessary to express his feelings or even join in on conversations unless it can benefit him in a relevant situation or aligns with something he is particularly interested in, because of this he tends to be the quiet onlooker or eavesdropper where, and whenever he finds himself. The reason Otto tends to be apathetic is due in part of how he grew up. He's practically been scamming people his whole life; poker, blackjack, pool, for awhile he set himself up in a park playing Find the Lady with passerby's. In that line of work he had to quickly learn that if people can read your face, they can read your moves.

In order to stop that from happening he started to hide his feelings and emotions, no one was going to pull one over on him. It is very easy to confuse his seemingly shy behavior as meaning his lack of interest or caring. And more times than not tends to make it fairly difficult for people to form a lasting connection with him, however it is not impossible to make one. Otto does have several strong connections here and there, all revolving around the bars and pool halls that he frequents. They know that he is someone that will have a friends back and can carry his own, no matter the circumstance.

They also know he is more likely to use a little persuasion to get the blood pumping, for that first push or swing to come flying. Some careless move that had little thought put into it resulting in a weak move. Resorting to violence is a quick and easy way of ending a situation, but he does try and avoid it. It's much more amusing to watch the other guy bet his belonging, scamming them out of whatever is in their wallets, or around their wrist. If there is a dollar sign involved, Otto won’t hesitate to make his move. Well, as long as he is the clear winner, there is no way that he'll go into something with the odds against him.





Moral Alignment
Chaotic Neutral

Motivation
If it works in his interests Otto will be there.

Quirks

• Furrows Brow when either thinking or extremely pissed off. You have to figure out which.

Fears

• Shadows in Alleyways
• Pissing Off the Wrong Person

Likes

• Gambling
• Hustling at Pool
• Crowds
• Potato Chips
• Rain
• White Chocolate
• Swimming

Dislikes

• Losing
• Sore Losers
• People that pry
• People getting Attached
• Commitments

Skills
Bilingual ::He hasn't really run into any German speaking individuals so he keeps to English for the most part.
Natural Liar ::You can't take people's money if you're a piss poor liar. Luckily for Otto, he has been lying his whole life.
Acts on Instinct ::He doesn't like to pause and think, he like to go with the flow, letting his body do the work.
Sleight of Hand ::Most would call him a cheat, He would call it being prepared.

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Combativeness
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
[Good] In his line of work you need to be ready for anything, especially if he wins a sore loser or a belligerent drunk that decides to get a group of buddies to try get back at you at closing time.
Melee Combat:
[Average] He's not completely clueless when it comes to any melee combat, he has thwacked several individuals over the head with a pool cue before and fought off a knife or two after he took some poor saps money.
Ranged Combat:
[Below Average] He knows how to use one but rarely does.
Control Over Power:

Group Affiliation
[leave this blank for now]

Marital Status
Single. Never Married

Relatives
Conrad Faustin:: Uncle :: 58 :: Alive
Inna Faustin :: 65 :: Deceased

Origin
Hamburg, Germany

Occupation
Part Time Bartender, Full Time Scam Artist



Bio/History
Otto never knew his parents. The main parental figure he had growing up was Conrad Faustin, who came into his life when he was ten and living with his grandmother. During one winter she started to catch what was believed to be a common bug, and so she brushed it off as if it was nothing. But soon after her health declined and she wound up hospitalized, it was there that Faustin introduced himself. According to him he was his mother's brother, but no one had ever mentioned him, not even his grandmother after all of this time. Yet here he was at the hospital, Otto's soon to be guardian. It wasn't long until his life changed for better or for worse.

Uncle Faustin was not a man for games, as soon as Otto was in his custody Faustin's rules clamped down. For some reason he was expecting the same, or at least similar, his grandmother was kind and patient. Never pushed Otto to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. Faustin was nothing like her. Turns out the man took after his father, someone who Otto never knew. He was cold and stern, If he told you to go and do something you do it, no questions asked. If Otto refused to do something he asked if him or even if he simply forgot about it, a punishment was out down. Usually one that was very simple yet enduring, Faustin always said it was to build his character, no one likes a slacker, and if Otto was going to be under his wing he would not be one.

Faustin was the owner of a well liked bar in the center of the city. Of anyone needed him, that is where you would always find him, sitting in the corner booth at the end of the building reading documents that were for his eyes only. Otto never thought about what he was doing until he started to grow up and started realizing things were as they seemed. Faustin ran a gambling operation throughout the whole of Berlin. Along with the countless hours of high stakes poker games going on, underground fighting was also a crowd pleaser and something Otto frequented, against his uncle's wishes. It's where he learned to fight, he was fifteen year old boy that was full of piss and vinegar and was antsy to get into a fight. He was already getting into fights at school and whenever he went out. Fighting for money had much greater appeal to all of that. The brawls that he used to get into were nowhere near as intense and deadly as when he was put into the circle. Anything could happen when you cross the line, the higher up on the bracket you went the deadlier things got; weapons, more opponents, bigger opponents. At one point Otto got it handed to him so bad the other guys broke his good arm, pushing him to the sidelines.

With only one functional arm and need of lining his pockets it wasn't long until he started playing cards. The thought that he could potentially win thousands of dollars by simply sitting around easily swayed him on to a poker table. Beginner's luck or being a naturally good poker player resulted in his first win. Fighting made it easy to hide your face, he learned that if the other guy doesn't can't read your face, he also can't expect your next move. Same rules apply to any of the card games he was playing. He became someone to worry about. He was a winning practically the entire time and it started to draw eyes. His good reputation was suddenly blacked, everyone thought he was a cheat and so no one would let him sit at a table. A light wind finally blew down his house of cards. Otto knew what Faustin did with cheaters and the eyes of his men started to look his way. It mattered not that he was blood. He was a stain on the operation and needed to be dealt with. Otto packed a bag and was supposed to be on the first flight out of Germany. Things didn't turn out as smooth as he hoped. After rounding his apartment's block he came face to face with Conrad and several of his men. There isn't much that he remembers except for waking up in a shipping container with a letter in his pocket. He was 25 when he showed up in Metro City with nothing to his name. He built himself back up hustling people out of their money at first in parks and subway platforms, graduating to hustling at pool and occasionally at cards, though he stays away from big tables now.