Nurse Fausta Adler

[Fausta Adler]

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Name: Fausta Gustoph Adler.

Age: Fausta is in her late eighties, though she will never admit to it.

Apparent Age: Mid to late twenties.

Gender: Female.

Race: FREAK.

Affiliation: Millennium.

Personality: About the most notable thing about Fausta would have to be her sense of humor. Albeit cruel and sometimes inappropriately placed, it still exists. More times than not this can lead to trouble, but not always. When it comes down to it, the nurse tends to lean a little more on the irrational side. She panics quickly and is prone to fits of rage and hysteria. Fausta speaks with many different inflections in her voice, varying from high to low and even the speed of her words, often time depending on her situation and even whom she speaks to. Unlike the stereotype of her heritage, she is very expressive with her face and her hands, gesturing wildly when she forgets herself and is carried away in speech.

Fausta never really had a good sense of right or wrong, even long before she worked for Millennium. She believes in doing whatever it takes to stay alive and pursuing your own interests, and if that means being on the side of "wrong", then so be it. She's less likely to keep herself alive, however, but use some poor man to come to her aid and be her big, strong hero. That was always her way of thinking, men are pawns and playthings, easily manipulated to her own will. Show them a little affection and they'll take a bullet, like a good dog.

When it comes to her own master, The Doktor, well, he's a completely different story. For the most part, Fausta won't even try to mess with him in any way. Because, to be honest, even after 60 years he still scares the shit out of her.

Like many others inside of the Millennium laboratories, Fausta is a tab bit of a coward. In the situation of having to fight, she'd much rather turn the other way and run. That's not to say she doesn't have her moments of bravery and even the more likely occasional moment of being an idiot and opening her big mouth to make things worse, she'd much rather save her own skin than try to come out as the winner of a battle.

Appearance: Always being looked down on, literally, with a height that just reaches 5'2'', not including her high heels. She's the definition of hourglass, her short torso swelling out at her chest and hips and shrinking in at the waist to a full figure, leading down to her long legs. A ghastly pale girl, her red hair reaches down a to her mid-back, the hair itself with a slight wave in it's texture, cut with layers that frame around her face and parted off to the left side. Her wide eyes are an inhuman shade of green, and appear even larger behind her glasses. Her puffy lips are more often than not pulled downwards into a pout, except for when she smiles, to which her pearly sharpened canines are exposed. She has a rather small nose, which points upwards at the tip ever so slightly. As far as make-up goes, in most cases she would be found with a bit of mascara and a touch of bright red lipstick.

If one were to look inside of Fausta's closet, they could almost be blinded by the amount of white clothing. In fact, it is almost impossible to find anything that isn't white. Most often in the laboratory, though, she can be found wearing her typical uniform, if typical is what you would call it. A white latex dress with cut outs along the sides and one on the top of her chest in the shape of a surgical cross. The dress is sleeveless and with a high neck, normally accompanied by a matching medical armband and a pair of white latex boots that reach to just a couple of inches below her knees, bearing red crosses on the tops. To top that all off, her typical nurses cap stays clipped in her hair. White with the red medical cross, like the rest of her clothing. In addition, a staple of the medical team, a pair of gloves that reach halfway to her elbows. In times for operation, she wears an apron and a surgical mask. Wire frame glasses are also sometimes added on to her appearance, but not always. Her eyesight isn't awful, but they are needed sometimes for magnification.

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Choice of Weaponry: Within a small black case that she mostly keeps concealed, either inside of deep pockets or in her desk, are a couple of custom sterling silver tools. A scalpel and a pair of pliers, both with "F.A." carved into the handles. They were a gift from an old friend, but the story is not one she is ever willing to tell.

Abilities: A small level of supernatural strength, and above human speed, agility, reflexes, and strength, among other things like inhuman durability and stamina. On the downside, her regeneration is a very slow process [required time depending on severity of wound], and she harbors extreme weakness to things such as blessed weapons and silver to the point of fatality, and is required to drink blood more often. Also processes the ability to change virgins and non-virgins into ghouls.

In certain situations, Fausta has the great ability to think on her toes and improvise greatly in surgical matters. She contains a great knowledge of first aid and biology.

Mockery; Due to her acute hearing and plenty of time to train her vocals cords to change [not to mention a little bit of scientific help], the nurse can mimic nearly any voice that she hears for a certain amount of time, to around three or more collective minutes of speech before she can pick up on the pattern and successfully copy the tones. At the most, she can only currently maintain one different voice for around ten minutes before her vocal cords become weak and she can no longer maintain the ability. If she manages to run the full ten minutes all at once, she can't repeat the ability again for a couple of hours.

Biography: Born as a perfectly healthy, blond haired green eyed child in the early 1920's to Johannes Kaiser Adler and Lutgarda Aroa Baecker-Adler, Fausta was the only child of her family. Raised in Berlin, the world around them seemed to changed drastically as her mother and father struggled to stay with same traditions. Trapped in the old ages, they fought their hardest to keep their newly born daughter away from the ideas of the Weimar Republic and all other ideas that opposed their once great Mother Germany, even with it hard to remain optimistic in such a down time.

Growing up, her mother held no job. 'Kinder, Kueche, Kirche', it was something that her mother said quite often, almost as if trying to beat it into the small child's mind. It became such a familiar thing for the young Fausta to hear every time she was about. Though even without a job, her mother remained with the old family hobby of baking, something that Fausta's Grandfather had taught her mother. The smell of cakes and dark bread was something almost as common as her mother's favorite saying, the two going hand-in-hand together at all times. But even when she smiled, the young daughter couldn't help but question why the woman who raised her had such a sad look in her eyes all the time.

Johannes, her father, was much less colder to his younger child than the mother was. Although he spent a lot of time away from home working as a carpenter, he had a hobby as well. Whenever the man was home, he would make cuckoo clocks. Although he sold some of them, he became attached to the ticking blocks of wood and kept many of them in the room where he made them. Fausta liked to sit in that room with her father and watch the clocks being made. She enjoyed the sound, the never ending tick-tick-tick that always seemed to fill the room, none of them ticking at the same time, the noise out of sync. It seemed to be the way that she bonded with her father, the way they could stand the many sounds without being driven mad.

In the time away from her mother and father, Fausta would spend her time alone rather than with other younger children. It's not as if she didn't want to play with other children, but she was just bored with their manner of play. Instead, books filled her small room and they occupied most of her time. Published medical journals, scientific theories, dictionaries and references, and the occasional book of folklore and ghostly tales. All books that she would receive for free after begging the lady at the library for all their unwanteds. Anything that she could have, something to take up her free moments that would be useful, despite how her mother frowned upon it. Oh yes, her mother hated the books. Medicine was such an inappropriate subject for a young girl. Her mother had tried to reason with the girl, buying her books on sewing, or even the Bible, but they usually ended up in a trash heap somewhere. For some unexplained reason, Fausta was drawn to the medical world. The human body was just so fascinating.

The late 1930's came, and it was a strange time. With new rule came new laws, and the women of Germany were removed from their jobs to make more jobs for the men. Fausta had just entered a medical school, her father paying for her education, and things looked dim. Originally under the training to be a doctor, Fausta's parents feared for their daughter and her life. If she couldn't train for a job that she could use, she would have to marry and accept the loan that the law permitted to newly married couples. It was then that the girl decided on a new course. A nurse was something that would be more relevant to the times and her gender. Her area of study was changed, and she continued with her education.

In school, Fausta wasn't exactly the star pupil. Sure, she was smart and pretty quick on her toes when the time had come, but the girl found that fooling around was much more fun than studying for her exams.Luckily for Fausta, she was was able to find a way to make up for the lazy test grades in a way that everyone was a winner. It usually involved her being on her back. Or her knees.

Outside of school the war was at a boil, the people around her in a frenzy of patriotism. Although apathetic to the situation, pressure forced her to sign-up for helping the army, and she was shipped off to a medical base not too far from Moringen, the place of her nightmares.

The majority of her work there consisted of helping the injured soldiers and guards from the nearby camp, which wasn't much. Treated with general disdain, Fausta remained unhappy at her location, going through the motions of her job to keep herself alive.

On occasion, she would listen to the doctors talk, they rumored like schoolgirls about a place inside of Poland. Warsaw to be more exact. She heard talk to experiments and horror, strange people doing even stranger things. They spoke with disgust over their meals about the workers there and the strange group that held them. The idea in itself thrilled her. Someplace different, maybe a place where she would be better off.

Though not all of her time there was so unhappy. The guards at the camp, although seen by her as dim-witted little puppets, served a good part in keeping her sane. Hell, she even found herself sneaking around with one of them in a manner that could even be considered as "going steady", which was not something very common for the flighty blond. But of course for her, things could only stay good for so long.

A dangerous scuffle and a few blows with a hammer later, and Fausta found herself stuck with a dead Nazi on her hands. Delirious and panicking, she did the first thing she could think of to conceal the body. Stripping him of his uniform, hacking away at his hair and kicking a few teeth from his mouth, she dragged him to a little ditch near one of the barracks and left the body there. With his uniform, she hid it beneath all of her packed clothing, and the teeth went straight into an empty glass jar which she found in her room.

Staying there would be too dangerous, she had to leave as soon as possible. She was owed a few favors by the delivery truck driver, and the next day, she was gone in the back of the truck, hiding with the supplies. It didn't take too long for her to get back to Berlin, but there were only so many places she could go to hide. Quickly, she decided to make a visit to an old college professor. She stayed with him for a few days, during the time he mentioned an old medical school friend of his working on some great, big project. Somewhere out in Poland. It all sounded very familiar. After some persuasion, Fausta managed to get the location of this research facility from her professor, and soon again, she was off.

Inside Warsaw, she finally found what she was looking for. The Millennium research facility. After much begging, she had been granted a position as a nurse to help assist in their medical research. Fausta was more than pleased by this and entered within the group with much joy, seeming oblivious to the dissatisfaction of other doctors.

The war had ended and the Millennium fled away to Brazil, continuing where they had left off. And as they did, their research had improved greatly, and much new knowledge had been gained. Without much hesitation, the young girl offered herself as a guinea pig for a newly modified device, one that was much better than the original. The FREAK chip was placed into her system, and the living Fausta ceased to exist as human, but it did little to change her spirit.

Even though she furthered her education greatly, due to the fact that she is not formally trained she still holds the title of "nurse", inside and outside of the Millennium.

Sample:
The early story of Fausta,

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