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Karl Boehring
Character information
  1. Alias
    Dr. Böhring
  2. Mental
    gone mad
  3. Date of birth
    1955-04-17 (64 years old)
  4. Nationality
    german
  5. Languages
    german english
  6. Family
    Lori
  7. Religion
    Eric-ism

Description

  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    85 kg
  3. Build
    he was fit, but now he is old
  4. Hair
    grey, long beard
  5. Eyes
    blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Occupation
    freelance physician
  8. Affiliation
    none

Background

My name is Dr. Karl Josef von Böhring, after studying medicine at the university of Heidelberg in Germany, graduated with a honoris causa, i specialized in virology, more specific in the structure of viruses, their classification and evolution.
I had the great privilege of making my passion my vocation. Long evenings in the laboratory, countless lectures and conferences with colleagues, who usually lasted until late at night, were never a problem for me - on the contrary: I loved my work.
But as much as I was fond of my work, the center of my life was always my loving family. My wife and I were married for just two years when we learned that we would soon be three rather than two. That was the best day of my life.
Lori, my daughter, took right after her father. She too was enthusiastic about the natural sciences. At school she was top of her class and had no problems going to the best universities in Germany. One scholarship after the other was granted to her and so it was no surprise that she soon finished her studies and was offered her own research position. She was so smart, knowledgeable and courageous...
The years go by and my little princess has become an adult woman who was about to win a Nobel Prize. She moved abroad years ago to relocate her research to the most remote areas of the world.
It was a lukewarm summer evening, Lori was somewhere far east at the time when I came home from work. My esteemed colleague Dr. Schultz and I were on our way to finish a difficult project, so I had no idea what had happened during the day...
A man named Erik was waiting outside my front door. It was Erik who told me what had happened. That my wife was dead. That it wasn't my fault. That everything is going to be fine one day. It was also Erik who helped me get back on my feet. From that day on Erik and I were inseparable. He helped me to make important decisions and told me who I could trust and who was not honest with me.
It was also him, Erik, who told me to visit my daughter. She would be able to help me to overcome the loss better.
Erik's plan was a good plan.
The last address I had from her was somewhere in the east, near russia. Since at this time no airplanes flew into this region for a reason unknown to me, I had to reach my destination on the road. Only a small organisation offered to bring a small group of people with a mini van into the area. The price was high, but Erik recommended that I take this only opportunity.
After many hours of driving I was very tired. I had eaten little and hardly slept. We had been above the Russian border for quite some time when I was ripped from my sleep by a loud blow. The van had overturned. It was dark. I couldn't see anything and was dizzy. Somehow I managed to crawl out of the van on the roof. My hands were bloody. I didn't know if it was my blood or the blood of another person. I was afraid. But Erik told me to run.
So I ran.

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