Mutants
~Name: Sergei Johannes Kaelle. Aliases Sascha Richter, Volker Drasche.
~Age: 38 or so.
~Gender: Male

~Mutation: Sergei can turn into a rank little creature his creator called a 'small'. It looks like no animal found on earth, stinks, and can open its powerful jaws wide open like a thylacine's. His teeth are long and sharp, and he also has long, sharp claws on the end of long extra-joined fingers.
- He can smell really well like this.
- He can also do 'illusions', but only mild ones pertaining to himself. He normally makes it look like his eye is still there.

~Weaknesses: Sergei's general lack of health is his largest weakness. He's skinny and so tires out very fast if he's too physically active. Understandably, the arm with the rotting skin (his right) is weaker and it hurts badly from time to time. If he's not careful, it'll get infected and therefore he'll end up feverish, possibly with blood poisoning and even worse necrosis. He's incredibly arrogant, and tends to trust far too much in his own abilities - rather than fighting, he'll enjoy scaring people, which leaves him open to be led on, in a way.

~Description: Sergei is only 5'7" and slim. He has blond hair and blue eyes, pale skin, sunken in eyes, and is very handsome in an older man way. He actually has an eye missing, as he tried to rape someone who was carrying a knife. It leaks black stuff which isn't exactly blood sometimes, so he hides that as best he can with illusions. As a 'small', he looks like any other of the disgusting beasts - he has hair (although it is lank and thin in this form), and a beady black eye. A lot of the time he keeps his teeth bared, and his tail is kinked in placed from being broken, thanks to doors. His monster form has a long tongue which he uses to scoop marrow from bones. His body odour is disgusting. He showers regularly, so it's not sweat or anything like that - rather it can be linked to the rotting flesh of his arm, the clinical stink of the drug he's addicted to, and the ever-present linger of cigarette smoke. He's not the most interesting dresser - he pretty much always wears button down shirts (black or white wow so creative), designer jeans (rich bastard) tucked into his tall boots. Over this, he wears a fur-lined leather greatcoat to keep his skinny, poorly body warm. As a monster, this doesn't change, although he might shed the coat so he can dart around faster. At his hip he has a dirk and a Beretta 93R machine pistol. He's a smoker and as such can normally be found with a cigarette in his mouth.

Monster Sergei by a friend.
As a human, with a haircut and eyepatch by the same friend!
By another friend!

The inside of his arm looks like this (WARNING: Not for the faint of heart! Shows a living man's arm rotten down to the bone with rancid bits of flesh hanging off - yum :I )
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~Personality: Sergei is superficially kind. He does enjoy being nice to people, but only for his own ends and means. He can be generous without reasons behind it, however. He seems to have trouble empathising, and links everything back to himself. If he upsets someone, he might feel sorry for it, but will ruin it all by saying, "Well, it wouldn't bother me". His ego is the size of the Sun, and needs to be constantly fed as such. He adores people telling him how wonderful he is, and if other people won't do it, he'll tell everyone else instead. He's also very arrogant, and can apparently create drama out of nothing. He takes a lot personally, and although most of the time he will sneer and laugh it off, other things will make him flip out. Mainly people close to him doing things without his permission.

Despite this, he is actually a very intelligent and logically minded man when it comes to planning, and does learn to care for people pretty easily. He enjoys making friends, and it's probably good to have him on your side. People get along with him easily, as he's very charming and good at sweet talking people. He's a secret control freak and deeply enjoys it when people do as they are told. He's paranoid of the intentions of others, which is why he loves demonstrating his dominance over others - so they don't have a chance to try and off him. He's not a good man, but he's not bad. Just highly selfish and hard to get along with.

He likes many things, most considered unsavoury by most folks. Foremost, Sergei is a drug addict. His poison of choice is called Neurospeed, and he takes it intravenously. His left arm is covered in trackmarks on the inside, and the inside of the elbow is getting eaten away at by neurospeed cut with other things. He also enjoys drinking - his favourite drink being whisky. Unashamedly, he loves the affections of good looking young men and women, partly because he's a nasty litle pervert, partly because it's a good ego trip for him. Sergei enjoys reading, particularly rubbishy thrillers, but is no good at writing. He can play the piano, and although he hasn't had much of a chance to play recently, he'd love to. His favourite genre of music is drone metal. Despite being somewhat unorthodox, he also enjoys the finer things in life and adores people doting on him hand and foot.

Most of all, Sergei detests rudeness. It really does upset him, and a lot of people have been bitten, clawed or had spiteful words spat at them because they didn't address him correctly or speak politely enough. He'll tolerate it from people he likes, but not strangers. He hates ugliness in all things, and has somewhat deluded himself into thinking his monster form is beautiful. He will not stand being around ugly people and will make a huge fuss. He doesn't like people who make a fuss about his true appearance or what he has to eat to remain healthy. He's surprisingly catty, and will often be left pertubed by people who are equally as passive aggressive and (to be frank) bitchy. He hates people asking lots of questions and going through his stuff, and will actually get incredibly worked up over this.

~Fears: Sergei hates the idea of belonging to anyone. It gives him the creeps. He's more of a free agent. He also hates people leaving him and being truly alone.

~History: Sergei was created by a freelance scientist who once worked at the Lab, but was presumed dead, a Greek-Czech called Orpheus Oprostan. Orphy wanted to create a guard for himself, but ended up with whatever the hell Sergei is instead. He raised the man somewhat as a guard, but his rather weak personality left him as a puppet of the strange thing, which used him for food, shelter and the rest.

One evening, sick of Sergei's bullshit, Orpheus tainted his food with a drug he invented called Neurospeed. The mutant soon became addicted and desperately shot up several times a day. As he ran out of the more expensive ingredients, it became cut, which was when Sergei's arm began to decompose and rot down to the bone. Something about his other form must have saved it, because he can still move it despite the lack of muscle in patches. However, it's nothing compared to his left arm, which he can use normally.

Pretty soon, Sergei worked out how to create the chemical and found less need for Orpheus to be around. The messed-up situation ended with a bullet to the poor young man's head and devoured remains. Sergei left with all of Orphy's money and has been since working as a mercenary of sorts. He's painfully aware that he's odd, but attributes the fault to the rest of society rather than to himself.