Kasimir Von Metzger

Personality:
Kasimir is a meticulous intellectual and the "scientist" of the Nazi regime, a title which afforded him a particularly fearsome reputation. He is a highly narcissistic, extremely disturbed individual whose apathy is only matched by his obsessive nature. Beauty is what he strives for, the unreachable aesthetic standard of perfection that haunt his dreams and terrorises his reality, he needs to claim what he believes is rightfully his to keep. This disturbing obsession is linked to the ideal he shares with his sister, the supremacy of the Aryan race and its unquestionable beauty is what he strives for, perfection is the man's aim and as a result of this he had even resorted to experimenting on his own body. This suppressed insanity is only heightened by the cruel verbal and emotional abuse his elder sister puts him through, knowing full well that he felt forbidden lust for his mother and to a further extent, herself.

This inner conflict has completely contorted the handsome man into a creature driven by unwarranted passions and sociopathic tendencies. He is merciless and cruel, believing his actions to have some higher meaning in attaining the enlightenment he so desperately kills for. This unbridled compulsiveness sends the man into random fits of frustration and self loathing, as if the tumultuous actions of his past and present self still gnaw at the confines of what is left of his morality.

His suppressed anger towards the woman he can never have, his elder sister, is a defining reason for his murder sprees he commits against society at large. He fawns over his victims, stalks them and obsesses over the beauty they possess, believing it is his purpose to snatch such visual splendour and keep it for himself. This manic selfishness combined with his merciless modus operandi have moulded the man into a particularly ruthless serial killer, releasing his rage and sexual frustration on the poor girls who become his victims, and eventual dolls.


History:

Kasimir was born he first boy to a pair of wealthy German socialites, both members of the budding Nazi party and close friends with the party's rising star, Adolf Hitler. He was beautiful child, his parents fawning over the coy shyness without taking much notice to the more disturbing traits he assumed during his infant years. He was an especially clingy child, wailing for his mother whenever she left him and throwing tantrums if he wasn't afforded enough attention from his admittedly beautiful mother. This obsession with the women of his immediate family also extended to his elder sister, Allison, whose cruel nature towards her young sibling was foolishly disregarded by her parents. Kasimir's anti-social traits were eventually noted by a visiting doctor, one who suggested that they find the boy an outlet to release his energy. That day they bought him a dog. The Golden Retriever, named Herbert, was the young lad's pride and joy, a kind beast who'd provide unlimited love and loyalty. But such a good thing was not meant to last, jealousy had pierced the hearted of his elder sibling. She deserved his attention, not the stupid mongrel as she so vehemently believed and on a fateful day outside the family mansion Kasimir's beast was brutally murdered by his sister. His childhood was murdered alongside his beloved friend, his innocence washing away like the blood of his loyal friend, forever to be lost in the cruel chasm of fate.

The girl he coveted the most had killed the last gateway into a normal life, the innocent creature was but an obstacle in the way of his sister's twisted affection. The boy wailed, wept violently as he cradled the bloodied creature in its final moments of life, screaming and cursing Allison like a madman. How dare she do this to him? A child should have never known such pain in the budding years of his life, but alas, fate had other plans for the troubled boy and his elder sister. His accusations against Allison were sadly rebutted by the dazzling girl, claiming Herbert had attacked her and she had merely defended herself. That was the end, Kasimir's childish mind could not comprehend what was the truth and what was false, he simply missed his friend. The death of Herbert hung close to his conscious over the following years and as his mental state began to spiral out of control so did the confusing lust he felt for his sister. He loved her and he loathed her, she was beautiful, perfect and yet oh so terrifying. He could never forgive her for such an abhorrent sin but he could not bring himself to enact revenge equal to the heartless murder, she was too lovely to hurt...too perfect to even consider tainting.

As the years went by, and the Nazi part came into power, the children's powers did so as well. Hers was -rather ironically- the ability to heal and regenerate, manipulating the mitosis within ones cells to divide and replicate the healing process or undo the natural process of cell multiplication, effectively creating harmful tumours that can easily overwhelm the average human and kill them. This uncanny ability was hidden from everyone, the young boy dazed with the effects this power had on deceased bodies, he could stop them from decaying. Several years of practising his unique power went unnoticed until Allison's own gift was discovered, putting him in jeopardy.

Fearing for her life and not wanting to be taken away alone, she revealed that Kasimir also had a power. While their father was initially horrified, their mother convinced him it was a blessing, a way for them to advance further in the party. They just needed training, a place to refine their powers. Taken to meet Adolf Hitler, he was overjoyed at the prospect of two such individuals born into the German state and had them sent to train with the Waffen SS (while still being allowed to return home, as per their mother's conditions.) As part of their training, the children were sent to Auschwitz to torment the prisoners using their powers.

Not only that, but they were pitted against prisoners in combat, told to only use their powers to defend themselves. The prisoners in turn, were told that if they could kill the children, everyone in the camp would be free to go. The prisoners fought tooth and nail for their people's freedom, but each died a gruesome death at the sibling's hands. While Kasimir seemed to be horrified -or at the very least, apathetic- to all they were being made to do, Allison took a childish delight in experimenting on how fast or slow she could make a person die with her powers. Unlike his sister who was taken into elite combat with the superior officers Kasimir found his place in the medical facility, mirroring his sister's viciousness in a much more private location.

Kasimir and Allison's reputation soon sent them into the same sphere as the Fuhrer himself, their infamy spanning across Germany and much of Europe. 'The butchers of Auschwitz' they were known as, two beautiful psychopaths that were slowly becoming more and more desensitized to the brutal psychological conditioning their mother and superiors put them through. They were showered with praise, 'blessed offspring of the Aryan race' as the Reich would come to call them...although this sentiment was not shared with the millions of Jews who believed the brother and sister duo the very epitome of hell itself. Whilst Allison would brutally massacre anything and anyone who would dare tarnish her pride, Kasimir took the more silent route, but silence is by no means better. His victims suffered a fate worse than death, his subdued aggression towards his sister coming out in the private meetings he had with his 'patients'.

The young man had a wandering eye, any beautiful girl unfortunate enough to find herself in Auschwitz was often led to his lab as a handpicked gift. These girls were slowly, mercilessly and brutally terrorized for weeks on end, till the point that the gas chambers were by far the better option than a night with the Crow. He obsessed over their aesthetic finesse, carving their faces and bodies so that they showed some resemblance do his beloved mother. Oh the horror the girls endured, no comprehension could properly define the abuse they faced at the hand of the handsome sociopath. Once he was done with them Kasimir would clean them up, get them dressed and turn them into his dolls. The bodies never rotted, the mind may have died but their flesh was as alive as the day he found them, a strong mutated wax freezing their bodies in place for the rest if eternity.

Over the course of the war, the siblings underwent many tests designed to push them further and further beyond any semblance of humanity. The first of which was rather informal, and unfortunately for what little sanity the pair possessed, set the standard for all the rest. This test came in the form of their father, having grown disillusioned with the Fuhrer and his regime, attempted to spirit his children away to Britain, to undo whatever damage had been done by the combined efforts of their mother and the Waffen SS's brainwashing. While his attempt was valiant, there was one variable he didn't account for: The children themselves. Before they could board the truck to Britain, Allison used her powers to paralyze the poor man and keep him that way while Kasimir -after her prodding- performed an impromptu vivisection on the poor man.

Kept alive and completely unable to fight back -or even scream- by the combination of their powers, the man underwent a slow and agonizing surgery designed to do little more than test the limits of their abilities until the Waffen SS finally arrived. When their so-called rescuers came upon the scene, even the most hardened officer had trouble keeping down that evening's meal. The man had been spread out over several yards, not a single part of him was within arm's reach of another, yet he still lived. His heart still beating, lungs still drawing breath. His eyes, left far from his head and connected by an impossibly long nerve, flailed about while still sending the information straight to his exposed brain which the children were prodding with a bored look on their faces.
Though the report detailed exactly what occurred there that night, Mrs. Metzger was never told for fear she might attempt to avenge her husband. Instead, she was told that the man had been gunned down by a Jew looking for revenge. The naive woman ate it up.

After this, several such tests were initiated, most of which involved the pair slaying anyone who might have even looked treasonous. The final test however, was either the easiest or the hardest depending on which of the two you asked. For Allison, the act was as natural as breathing and as satisfying as the moment she slew her brother's golden retriever all those years ago. For poor Kasimir, it was the most agonizing torment a boy could ever experience.

They had been told to kill Mrs. Metzger within their old family home.

Allison was overjoyed, she would finally get to even a score over two decades, though she suspected Kasimir's Oedipal love for their mother would interfere, all it took was a vague promise to make him go along with her sadistic indulgence. She knew of his forbidden lust towards her, the sickening infatuation that clung to his mind was so essily manipulated by the cruel women, she 'promised' him his wildest dreams as long as he completed his most feared nightmare.The mother's death was surprisingly merciful compared to their father's. This was not the result of any action by Allison, rather, it was Kasimir's lack of keeping her alive throughout that spared her the indignities her husband had suffered. As if to top it off, Allison used her powers to spread a chemical similar to gasoline around -and inside- the mansion, making it just one giant tinderbox when she dropped a match on one of the rugs near the entrance. The old house that had stood in quite repose for nearly a hundred years went up in flames within hours. This moment signalled the end of their lives and into the realm of morbid malevolence, there was no return from the sins they committed, their past had burnt away with the desecrated remains of their mother.

The collapse of the third Reich was a momentous occasion for the allies, the Nazi party had been overthrown and the victims of this vicious regime now had the freedom they prayed for. But alas! Hitlers death was just another petal vanishing in the breezes of time, the Spider and the Crow still lived, immortal butchers who had only just begun their reign of terror.

Soon enough the siblings had amassed a rather substantial amount of wealth to move to Brazil, there they basked in the golden sun and the beautiful plebeians. The Nazi party may have died but the ideals surely had not and during the first few months in their new country Allison and Kasimir had connected with the underworld business of human trafficking. They specialized in the young and beautiful, boys and girls from around the world being traded like livestock and if any particular beauty caught the attention of either sibling then that marked the end of their lives. Both siblings sought out perfection in different ways, but neither was more brutal or sinister than the other...they merely adopted different tactics.

They terrorized the nights of Brazil, kidnapping any worthy 'doll' and ravishing the poor soul of all livelihood and dignity, a fate which forced the victim into the Spider's lair or the Crow's dollhouse. While her brother preferred his subjects to be captured in postmortem perfection, Allison liked her art to be alive. This irked Kasimir greatly, his lust doubling over whenever he witnessed his sister with her living statues, men who had a taste of her love before drowning in the poisonous drug she filled them with. Such provocation only fueled Kasimir's passive lust and eventually he had undertaken the villainous alter ego of Dr Krähe, a monstrous serial killer who hunted the most beautiful females. His obsession with his sister began to leak into his sprees of terror, the man would surgically tamper with his victim's appearance so that they would like his beloved sibling, there he would violently release all his rage and lust on the unwilling participant.

The girl's suffering would last for weeks, the excruciating pain of plastic surgery without any numbing substance was an excruciating sensation, his powers only keeping their body alive even during the shock. Once the insane collector had sated his twisted lust he would clean up his victims, dress them in nice clothes and cover them in genetically upgraded wax, freezing them forever in his dollhouse. The bodies never rotted, his power continuously rejuvenating their cells so that they appeared as alive as the day he found them.