Profile
Basics
| Name: | Otto (Ove Ottosen) |
| Age: | Died 48, currently 49 |
| Height: | 5'11" |
| Weight: | 205 lb |
| Profession: | Butcher by trade, extra set of hands for illicit business by necessity and opportunity. Not particularly skilled in the latter, but his lack of standards make him attractive for grunt work. |
| MBTI: | ESTP |
| Temperament: | Sanguine |
| Abilities: | Professional knowledge of anatomy, cooking, vampirism that absorbs emotions, energy, and memories/experiences |
Abridged Bio/About
| Otto is as much a hero as a villain; in other words, neither of those things. Originally a Shooter, he slid through his life selfishly and without fuss before dying in a freak accident trying to get out of the way of shootout that had nothing to do with him. Otto is back, a little fuzzy on the details of his life but much the same as he always was: opportunistic and mostly amoral. As someone probably once put it: sleeze finds a way. Basut was having his funny ha-has that day. Remember kids, do not get involved with shady violence cults for funsies unless you are prepared for the chaos god in question to turn you into the joke. Cowardice, while mostly fun to laugh at, is useful for survival, and Otto has muddled his way through that so far in his adjusted existence. He is sociable and enjoys interaction, which offsets his general lack of respect for others. While restless, he is unambitious, and takes out his energy on entertainment and trivial hedonism. He's driven by a nagging hollow of emotional connection. Otto is quick to attach himself to strangers, and just as quick to drop them. Hardly a sadist, he is an emotional and energy vampire nonetheless (both figuratively and literally). But once a person's energy goes stale and tasteless, he's just easily frustrated when temporary fulfillment bleeds out once more. He currently believes his inability to connect with others or "feel" properly is due to a dysfunction as the undead (nevermind that most Robbers thrive on intimate connection the same as anyone else). It doesn't cross his mind that he's just Like This. If it does cross his mind, he will deflect until it no longer crosses his mind. |
