The Emperor of Dawn

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# About

## Personality

Quite literally hit in the head, Robert has a "unique" type of characteristics. He seems pretty quiet in any way of interactions with anyone since a tremendous portion of his day is spent on research instead of socialising. Excluding his daughter, he enjoys being left alone for most of the time. He finds things like small talks and such as a big waste of precious time that could have been used to progress his knowledge. Every second is essential to reach his goal, so he tries and keeps these activities to the minimum. Although, it's not something he can escape at all times knowing how his daughter can be at times.

When it comes to Silvia, he has a hard obsession. He's very protective of her and can easily get frustrated if a minor incident occurs. Even a single bruise or a scratch can be an indication that someone deserves serious punishment for what they did to his precious. But, because he's so obsessed with her, Robert has a softer side when it comes to Silvia's needs and requests. He's easily manipulative if by any chance his young one becomes a hostage of an evil mastermind which is why he's so careful of where he lets her wander off.

His research is where he shows off his war twisted mind. Human, animal experimentation, dissections, acid injections, body reconstruction, it's not something he tries and sways himself from. If it will help him know more, he'll sacrifice a living being for it. He'd sacrifice 1,000 soldiers if it would further his progress by even 0.1%. He is not obliged to feel regret for wanting to know everything. But again, there is a point that he doesn't cross. Once a person does more in his life than just "exist", that's when he draws the line. At that point, he sees them more than just an "addition to further his goal". His perspective on them becomes more of the like companions and someone he can trust. But even then, it's nothing compared to what purpose his daughter serves.

## Backstory

### Year 1920, February 4th.

Another cold winter day. The first world war had just passed approximately 2 years ago, but the amount of damage it left was devastating. As a wise man once said, “time heals all wounds, but scars are left behind to remind us humans of our sins.” Not even I could have escaped this tragedy. The wounds that were embedded both into my body and soul were far from recovery. It twisted it to the edge of insanity, but not enough to take away my awareness. I sacrificed a lot to be where I am now. In a dump that is a so-called “home” of mine. It was still a better choice than death, but not enough to help me heal these scars.

### Year 1920, January 29th.

The nights were getting colder with each passing minute. The temperature had reached almost -30°C. Yet, this wasn't enough to kill me. The amount of cloth I have acquired would be enough to protect me from any frostbites, so there wasn't a threat of amputations. If by any chance I'd start dozing off, a quick peck from the ECT machine to my head, raised to 0.15 amperes seemed to always do the trick. I had to save logs for life-threatening occasions and use only the amount until I start feeling my body parts again. Today was not one of them. Even if it felt like my limbs would fall off, they were but mere illusions played by my brain. There was no time to think about pain or rest. I had to keep working. I had to know everything to stop that day from taking its toll.

### Year 1920, February 10th

I've sent Hende to scavenge some goods to expand my laboratory. After the war ended, the abandoned towns had loads of equipment that was left unused. That's where I acquired so many items such as...operating equipment (knives, scissors), operating tables, electronic mechanisms and so on. But to my amaze, my companion returned to me with a “living” being. I do remember giving him an order to bring back any survivors if seen that there was still some life left in them, but I never really expected ones to be around this area. The human that I held in my hands was just a small child. A boy, about 3 years old. He was barely alive at this point. Almost all of his bones were crushed by what I could have guessed were rubble. I didn’t waste any time and immediately started the surgery, but it wasn't enough. I did everything I could in my power, but after an hour, the child's heart stopped. I quickly took the defibrillator and tried to get his heart beating again, but to no avail. The boy died after an hour and 13 minutes. The time was 21:23. I felt as if the sky fell down on my back. The feeling of having my hands soaked in a child's blood. It made me vomit in my mouth. There was nothing I could have done. I was weak. All I could do was bury his small and fragile corpse. I felt so sick and disgusted with this world even more. A boy whose name was forgotten to the world died at my operating table on the night of February.

### Year 1921, March 9th.

It's been 1 year and 28 days since the first person died on my behalf. It seems that history did want to repeat itself in my book. Hendes always had the chance to find at least one person in 2 months. To my utmost delight, they were all children. And every single child, boy or girl, who laid on my operating table, died unable to see the light of day. With every death counted, I started feeling less pain about it. It became a routine of mine. To bury children's bodies in the fields so they would be forgotten. I couldn't even give them a proper coffin. Only a prayer was all that I was capable of. Every time I went and washed my hands, I couldn't get off the blood. The blood was painting the sink red and it never stopped. I tried cleaning it up with strong acids, but that’s when I realized that they were hallucinations. I became perfectly aware of how well the young one's death affected my sanity, yet I couldn't make myself weep for them anymore. It felt like my heart turned to stone after seeing the final girl shed her last tear as she drifted to an eternal slumber. I tried, I really did… I sacrificed every bit of myself to help these children see the clear sky once more. Was I not good enough?

### Year 1925, April 5th.

Spring has finally come yet again and with it, it brought me the pleasure of not having to fear that I won't wake up the next day. Though, enjoyment is not something I had time for. My research was still in progress of being 2% complete, so I couldn't take the time to breathe in anything nature had to offer. I've sent Hendes early in the morning to find some stock. Though, in the evening Hendes returned with a “big” and “pleasant” surprise. It was a child. The last time it had brought me one was a year back. I sighed expressionless at the fact that I'd have to yet again take on the job of burying children's corpses. I can't even remember the exact number of how many are buried here anymore. I got a look at the child and my mind instantly went numb. I was astonished by what I was dealing with. This time around, we weren't facing grievous wounds, broken limbs or internal damage. No, it was not this at all. The child was bruised and seemed to have received wounds in some sort of incident, but they were not life-threatening. It seemed as if the young one suffered a hard traumatizing incident to her mentality. The look in her eyes that she had was completely lifeless. I don't know the full details, but from what I could have guessed it was the war that affected her psychology in such matter. Besides the child, I was surprised by how long it took for the outside world to recover.

Although in the place, I sheltered myself, it didn't seem like anyone would be visiting any time soon. Moving on, I had to perform electroconvulsive therapy on the little one to “shake her up”. I didn't waste any time as I quickly ordered Hendes to attach the child to the operating table so they wouldn't make a ruckus and then proceeded to turn on the ETC machine. I never thought I'd see the day where it would come in use to save someone instead of keeping me awake. I had to be very careful with the voltage I chose for the little one as it could have fried their brains if not careful. The screams I heard from the child were filled with pleads for help. I could feel my soul ache at every sound she made, but after a few minutes, they stopped. It worked. The machine actually made a huge impact on her mental state. When I unattached the belts off the girl she immediately started fighting back. She looked so scared and fragile. I finally did something. My heart was overflowing with joy as I quickly took the child into a tight embrace. I still remember the tears strolling down her face as she looked at me with utter surprise. That's when I first exclaimed, “I am your papa little one. Do not threat, I will keep you safe for as long as I live.”

### Year 1929, June 20th.

It's been already 4 years since I've started raising Silvia. Time really flew by without me having the chance to take it in. We've been through a lot in these past years, but I've done everything in my power to make her the happiest she could ever be. After a couple of years, I decided that it would be best for us to move to a more populated area since I can't raise her in this dump. Poland was the nearest location, so I decided that it would be best to set up our living quarters there with my daughter and Hendes. It took a lot of work and money to move and adjust, but I was capable of withstanding all of it. Silvia on the other hand, she got accustomed to the place quite easily. She also became fond of the name “Boo”, since she loves to scare people with her power. I should probably tell her that it's not nice to act like that towards strangers, but I'm not sure how she would react to my scolding. I'm still nervous every time I let her out alone. She’s just so young I'm uncertain if she could escape a dangerous situation. But I'll know whenever she's in danger. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to my lovely child. Everything I've done so far was for the sake of my sweet Silvia and I'll push on for her sake. I'll find a way to cheat my way without sacrifice. Whatever it might take, I will do it to protect her.

## Equipment/Resources

Having associated with the Nazi party, he's gained a decent amount of money and fine living quarters where he installed his laboratory, having most of his research equipment there as well. Other than that, the house itself is of a normal structure, having all the basics needs for a family to live in. He also has his usual outfit (armour) which has a durability of 15kN, his helmet 20kN.

# Powers

## Physical Parameters

 Sprinting Speed
 Lifting Strength
 Grip Strength
 Punching Strength
 Punching Speed
 Kicking Strength
 Kicking Speed
 Human Durability

## Ability

### “Tied to the World”

Robert, upon forming the pact with a demon gained the ability to bring the dead back to life. Any living organism can be tied to this world once more by his command. Although, they must be dead for more than 2 minutes and not more than an hour. Once he uses his ability on them, the person or animal lose their physical form of bone and flesh only to become a pile of a dense liquid. This “goo” can be used as a core of any inanimate, but a flexible object (armour, puppets, etc.). When tethering the organism, the core has to be someone who was strong in their physical form or have any unique traits (abilities) to succeed in binding with their shell. If they don’t meet the standards, they will instantly die. Once they become bound to their new body, all of their memories from the past will not return to them. They become mindless marionettes that are made to serve and obey every order that their host gives them.

### “Hendes”

One of his first creations, Hende is a much stronger being than just the average human. Although his main specialization is helping out in the laboratory, he excels well at physical combat. Robert, fully knowing who this man was chosen to give him the knowledge of many hand-to-hand combat arts and although it’s one of his weaker creations, he serves a great purpose of even being called a “great companion”. His basic parameters are:

 Sprinting Speed
 Lifting Strength
 Grip strength
 Punching strength
 Kicking strength
 Hendes’s armour durability
 Core’s natural durability

Mostly Hendes is used as an assistant for Robert, so he can be left active for the whole day or week without any compensations for it. When it comes to battle formation though, he can use him for only 8 turns until he has to leave him be for 3 turns as a cooldown.

### “Hauter”

Hauter is one of his latest and the most successful creation. Once known as the “hardest” man on earth, “Hauter” died in an unforeseen incident in the year 1929. His bones and skin were astronomically durable for only a human. Once Robert got his hands on him, he quickly created another fine addition to his brotherhood. Hauter is literally a walking tank as his height, weight, durability and strength shoot through the roof. His physical parameters are:

 Sprinting Speed
 Lifting Strength
 Grip strength
 Punching strength
 Kicking strength
 Hauter’s armour durability
 Core’s natural durability

The goliath stands tall reaching 2,5 meters and weighs approximately 1000 kg. Because of his immensity, Robert can’t control him for too long, so he only uses him when in need of protection and such. The longest he can have Hauter out is 6 turns and then has a 4 turn cooldown till he can use him again.

To destroy his puppets, a person has to either get rid of their core which is mostly located in their head or the chest area. Or, if they get rid of the host (as in, you have to make his heart stop), the puppets will immediately cease to any movement. The puppeteer is also capable of commanding his dolls unconsciously. Meaning, that if he gets knocked out, the metal dolls will still be active. Though, these type of marionettes cannot be used as exoskeletons for the host to take control off. He would most likely get crushed in the insides because of how their mentality works to the hosts given orders.

### “Shwanz”

Unlike his other creations, Shwanz was made out of different type of animal bodies to give it such a unique function. It can be both used for protection and offence type of combat. Whereas Hauter and Hendes are active almost all of the time, the tail can only be used while the host is conscious as they can only move on the host's boy impulses. It's more like an additional limb towards his body, unlike the puppets. The stats for Shwanz are:

 Swing Speed
 Armour Durability
 Core’s natural durability
 Lifting strength
 Grip strength

To paralyze or kill the tail you have to either simply detach it from where it's located (near the end of the spine on the back), and it would require the lifting strength equal or higher than 300 kg. If you want to rid of it, you have to penetrate its armour and deal more than 5 kN to its insides. The amount of time this tail can be active in combat is 10 turns and has a 4 turn cooldown.

## Pact or Catalyst

The demon that he had the chance to meet was quite unpopular. He didn't even have a name for himself, so Robert named him “Esser der Vernunft”. The circumstances are still unknown to him till this day, but it might have been the fact that he got involved with something he shouldn't have. The demon offered him power that any scientist of his standards could dream of. In return, the devil would eat at his sanity with every passing day. The more he would be exposed he would be to traumatizing events, the faster it would corrupt his mind.