Post by Bismarck on Jun 3, 2012 0:10:05 GMT -5
ADULT APPLICATION.
BASICS.
Name: Maximilian Bismarck
Nickname / Alias: Father Bismarck
Age: 37
Gender: Male
PERSONALITY.
General Personality:
Serving as both spiritual and political foundation of an extensive organization of hunters, Bismarck is, by necessity, a calm and collected figure. He is slow to anger and prefers to settle disputes he becomes personally involved in using diplomacy rather than force. Yet, he is a stern and prideful man, so that when charisma fails to pave his path, he has no qualms in ordering violence be done by the hands of his minions. Unfortunately, it is this same pride that is both Bismarck’s greatest strength and his greatest shortcoming. He believes he rules his organization through divine right and personal might. In his mind, no path that he chooses for himself and his organization can ever go astray. Even if he were to make a mistake, or should some of his commands come to naught he would likely never admit to having erred and thus would be unlikely to learn from his mistakes. Still, as a result of his complete lack of hesitation or second guessing when commanding the life or death situations seen daily in the lives of hunters makes to provide a powerful leader, free from fear and bereft of all doubt.
APPEARANCE.
Hair Color / Style:
Eye Color: Blue
Ethnicity: German
Prominent Features: Nothing really
Other: (optional) Not much to say- he wears robes.
DETAILS.
Occupation: High Priest of the Black Forest Church
Former House: Ravenclaw
Wand: A swell one
Companion / Pet: None.
HISTORY.
Bismarck has an early childhood of little real importance. He was homeschooled by his parents, receiving a wand and permission to be taught spells from the day he first demonstrated his magical aptitude. Along with his elder brother, the pair of them challenged one another to constantly further their learning. Together, the pair of them excelled in their studies, eventually landing internships within the local ministry offices. Politics was where the young Bismarck wanted to be. Nothing big, nothing fancy for Bismarck; just a comfortable position involved with the local magical politics. Yet, the story of the generic politician who showed up for work three minutes early every day with a mug of coffee and a paper to read while in the breakroom is not worth telling here. So, obviously, tragedy struck.
It just so happened that Bismarck lived in an area where constant disputes between Wizards and Lycans arose. Bismarck’s brother, not wanting to be a mere pencil pusher, had taken a different path, one heading towards magical law enforcement. Thus, during a confrontation with a particularly nasty gang of local lycans, Bismarck’s brother was fatally wounded and soon after died before he could be rushed to the local magical hospital. Calling upon as many favors as he could muster from his blossoming career and feeding the fires already kindled in the hearts of locals by the constant raids from out of the nearby forests, Bismarck managed to put together a mob in order to bring the murderers to justice. It was in this one decisive move that Bismarck gained the attention of the Black Forest Church.
When first approached by agents of the Church, Bismarck was eagerly receptive to their message of protecting innocents from the ravaging claws of the innumerable magical monsters that plagued the earth. Thus did Bismarck resign his minor office within the circles of local politics and slipped into the shadows to take up a new mantle within the Black Forest Church. The Church itself was an ancient order, with deep seated traditions and practices dating back generations upon generations. Thus, while Bismarck’s natural charisma and wholehearted devotion to the Church afforded him great rank within the organization, his half-blooded status left him unable to ascend to the highest of ranks that he truly desired. For the rule of the Church was ever contained to a single bloodline: the Hunter clan, which had been the founding family of the Black Forest Church. In order to claim the highest leadership within the church, one needed to be able to claim direct familial ties to that ancient and powerful pureblood family.
That was when he met the stranger in black. A giant of a man, the peculiar individual appeared one day, offering to grant Bismarck everything that he desired. For whatever reason, be it foolish greed or some other extraordinary power of persuasion contained within the man’s soft-spoken voice, Bismarck didn’t concern himself with wondering how the man could possibly be able to know who Bismarck was or what his personal problems happened to be Instead, he accepted the offer and never saw the man ever again, yet would begin to find himself plagued with a constant stream of 'good fortune'. Months later, having very nearly completely forgotten the strange man, Bismarck suddenly found himself ascending to the position he had so recently nearly written off as an impossible goal. For in one fell swoop, the Black Forest Church came close to utter destruction.
For some time, the Church had been met with increasing willingness on the part of lycans to peacefully coexist under the laws and limitations the church put forth for them. During what was supposed to be a grand meeting between all the top leadership of the Church and many of the alphas and tribal leaders of the lycan clans, things were turned to chaos. For one of the lycan members present went berserk, slaying many of his fellow lycans and taking out the entire Church delegation. Thus left devoid of leadership, the church would have likely fractured into dozens of small splinter groups of wayward hunters were it not for Bismarck stepping forward. Rather than attempting to assert any right or authority to become their leader, he instead unified the groups and set them upon a single simple task: revenge. Under his guidance, the full might of the church came down upon the renegade factions of lycans who had sprung up out of the ensuing chaos, where all those who opposed the peaceful solutions had begun to band together.
Even after those deemed responsible for the slaughter of the Church leaders were captured and put down, it would be seen that the true carnage was only just beginning. For Church scientists quickly discovered a strange disease afflicting the individual they deemed to have incited the riots. Beyond the known disease that causes lycanthrope to begin with, it seemed that the individual had developed what could only be described as a strain of supernatural rabies specifically tailored to lycans. Now, normal rabies is serious enough, yet to this strain, there was no current vaccine and no means of halting the potential spread of the disease could be proposed, short of purging all those who might have come into contact with the original afflicted. Though the support for this plan was initially shaky at best, several more particularly violent attacks attributed to further outbreaks of this new strain of super rabies hardened the hearts of the remaining Church leaders. Alas, for although the drastic measures would certainly save thousands, if not millions of lives, it would be at the cost of the wholesale slaughter of potentially innocent individuals who were guilty of no crime other than associating with those who might not even know they were carrying the deadly disease, which was determined to be able to lay dormant for great lengths of time.
Thus did Bismarck sign the order to begin the grand purge, carving a bloody swathe through dozens of lycan clans, many of them having no prior record of ever bringing harm to normal humans. Though the orders were known far and wide throughout the extensive ranks of the church, only the full-fledged hunters and other high ranking individuals of the church knew the full extent of the story. Many of their junior hunters knew nothing more than the orders to kill that came ceaselessly from their superiors, while those outside the church heard nothing, unless it were the rumor of the ruthless organization tirelessly purging their forests of the lycan menace.
Though the Church did have extensive networks of agents throughout the world, they were still mostly an organization that had been dedicated to small cells of at most maybe two or three hunters seeking particularly dangerous monsters. Now, they had nowhere near the manpower to contain and execute dozens of packs of lycans all at once. As such, Bismarck used his role of high priest to enact several sweeping reforms. First, he made many of the recruitment policies considerably more lax. For while their previous tactics of only singling out a few individuals at a time for special training and indoctrination had been sufficient for generations, now Bismarck desired a private army rather than a few teams of highly trained assassins. Furthermore, since the organization itself functioned largely on a union of muggle technology and wizarding magic, Bismarck proclaimed that the true spirit of the Black Forest Church were those who followed this example and bore the blood of both wizarding and muggle families. In other words, half-bloods like himself were declared the true scions of the Church.
This was the pill hardest for many of the loyalist factions within the church to swallow. Though much of the church had been unified and named Bismarck as their eternal leader at the onset of his crusade, there were those who clung to the old traditions. For the Hunter bloodline was not spent, and there was even a member of that bloodline still within the church, though she had at the time not yet come of age and was still little more than a junior hunter. It was Ashelle, they argued, who should become the high priestess of the church. Bismarck was only a stand-in leader until she arrived to claim her throne.
To this problem, much like the former problem of his succession, there came another answer.
For the scientists of the church had not been idle during the duration of Bismarck’s crusade. Tirelessly they worked to find some cure to this magical malady. When that failed, they instead turned to trying to find means of killing lycans on a large scale, in a manner that could be used on an entire crowd, yet leave all those not afflicted with the lycanthrope disease unhindered. For this, they required live testing. Many of the clans marked for termination were thus sent to the dungeons below the temples to be used as test subjects for the Church’s technological advancements in their war. Many of these experiments were kept top secret, the full extent of their progress reported directly to Bismarck. It seemed a terrible blow when Bismarck learned that there had been one who had escaped from the very confines of their grand temple. A lycan by the name of Marc Streampaw, belonging to a clan suspected to have several carriers of the new rabies, ended up breaking loose and fleeing to Spain, for whatever reason seeking out the very thorn that Bismarck longed to have removed from his side.
When Bismarck first heard the news that Marc Streampaw had made contact with Ashelle Rainier, he initially despaired. For certainly, she would condemn the methods he had been turning towards, rallying support against him and his extreme methods. Instead, events took a turn that few had expected. Instead of questioning the actions of the organization which she had loyally followed for years and seeking to confirm whether or not there was a reason behind these actions of which she had only heard rumor of from the lycan pup, she casually tossed aside her loyalty and outright betrayed the church. Not long after, there came reports that she had even gone so far as to free the lycan known as Fenris Fenrir, one of the Churches top ten most wanted lycans, from his imprisonment at the hands of Azrael Jeremiah- all in the name of bringing war against the organization founded by her very own bloodline. There was no single string of actions better suited for scattering the remnants of the loyalist faction and securing Bismarck’s seat of power.
Yet, just because Ashelle had made certain there was no one from within the organization suited to oppose his rule, that still did not remove the dire threat at hand. A potentially infected lycan pup had fled to another country entirely, meeting and mingling with the lycans of that region. Not only did Marc need to be brought in and put down, but every other lycan he could have possibly transmitted the disease to needed to now be dealt with as well.
Seeing that this one disease was easily the greatest magical threat to mankind the organization had ever been called to deal with, they decided to relocate the majority of their leadership to Spain in order to carry out their holy mission.
Family/Relationships
IF SIGNIFICANT.
Parents / Guardians: Not really relevant.
Siblings: One brother- deceased.
Other relatives of significance: N/A
Optional, add on to as you go.
Friends: Julian Forbes?
Interest: None, at the moment.
Enemy / Rival: All magical beasts which endanger the lives of innocents are foes of Bismarck and his organization.
MISC:
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