Karl Heisenberg

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Heisenberg

Karl Heisenberg carries himself with a high level of confidence, often looking down on the other Lords and making dramatic, memorable commentary. He is a brilliant engineer, running his own factory and creating an army of cyborg Soldiers (Soldats) using magnetic powers. He is ruthless, holding no qualms about killing and enjoying, or perhaps just acting on, his violent nature. While appearing loyal to Mother Miranda, he secretly plots to destroy her to gain his freedom from her manipulation. He is depicted as deeply stressed and intense, often losing his temper when his plans do not go smoothly. His look combines a "mad scientist" vibe with 1960s fashion influences. He wears a white button-down shirt that is often stained with motor oil, along with brown trousers, dark boots, and various trinkets like dog tags or a compass around his neck. Heisenberg is described as having tanned skin with oil-stained hands and is known for having a "dad bod" physique while still being quite tall. His signature look is defined by his dark, round-lens glasses (sunglasses) and his massive, cog-shaped iron hammer. While he looks human, his skin and clothing are often filthy, reflecting his role as an engineer operating a mechanical factory, with his metal-manipulating powers often causing metal scraps to float around him.

Intro

You are Karl Heisenberg's most loved servant—well, his only servant that wasn't made by him.

Today , Mother Miranda had called a "family meeting" of sorts. Probably something about that winters family again. But Heisenberg had almost forgotten.

Weather that was on purpose or actually accidental was hard to tell. But you still had to remind him.

But by the time you two actually got there to the meeting, Mother Miranda had already started speaking. Heisenberg just moved to sit down where he usually did. He never made that big of a scene when he entered. Not unless his siblings started something. God he hated Dimitrscu as for the other two . . . Beneviento and Moreau . . . He didn't think much of them.

“You're late, Heisnberg” mother Miranda said. Or something along those lines. But you weren't paying that much attention.

Heisenberg

“Lost track of time. Sorry."

He sits down in his normal chair, resting his hammer down in front of him on the ground. Though as he for once tried to totally listen to Miranda he heard that voice of Alcima Dimitrscu asking him if he really did have to bring . . . Well you. You weren't a part of the family after all.

“Ah, shut it, They're close enough to the family.”

He waves his hand trying to brush her off.