Le grand homme regarda le médecin étrangement embarrassé. Est-ce quelque chose qu'il avait dit? En se moquant de la prise de Kristof, l'étrange et triste petit homme bourdonnait ses mots, peut-être qu'il n'avait pas l'habitude de voir un Allemand aussi viril. Incapable de déchiffrer n'importe lequel des mots du médecin à partir d'une combinaison de sa médiocrité compréhension de la langue japonaise ainsi que du discours effrayé de son sauveur, il a simplement patté l'homme sur ses épaules et l'a remercié, bien qu'un sentiment de déception soit venu sur Kristof, souhaitant ainsi voir celui qu'il aimait à nouveau.
Une puanteur qui semblait presque maléfique derrière l'homme encombrant. Caressant ses olfactifs avec un esprit doux engourdissant pourriture. C'était comme si le cadavre d'un skunk avait été vomi par d'innombrables bébés humains. Mais il y avait aussi un soupçon de rafraîchisseur d'air bon marché qui a simplement fait empirer. Inutile de dire que ça sentait quelque chose de féroce. Kristof s'est étouffé sur la puanteur sulfureuse, mais un autre mal s'est caché à l'horizon, un goût persistant qui ne pouvait être décrit que comme, « bien pire » a envahi ses poumons. L'air même était devenu dans l'impasse, c'était quelque chose de vile.
Lentement tourné pour faire face à l'inconnu, l'horrible puanteur n'a grandi que de là. La ferme Kristof était surprise quand il n'avait rien vu, mais il pouvait dire que ce point dans l'espace directement devant lui était la source du destroyer olfactif. En regardant rapidement vers le médecin qui avait maintenant été réduit à un désordre, agenouillé sur le terrain de la salle fermant les mains sur ses oreilles, un doigt pointant solitaire à la même direction de l'odeur était tout ce dont Kristof avait besoin.
Avec toute la puissance de l'homme bâti qu'il a chargé, l'épaule pointait sur la direction de ce mal invisible. Il venait d'arriver du bord de la mort, il était clair qu'il serait nécessaire. Kristof a fermé les yeux et a mis toute la fureur accumulée dans son esprit après que le médecin l'ait volé de la mort.
Username: Unraveller | Character Name: Kristof Brandt | Character Age: 37 Years Old | Character Gender: Male
Appearance: Kristof is quite a muscular man of German descent, he stands at a sizable 6'1" and appears as a quite imposing man due to such however, the large man's face always has a kind gesture a heart smile and a warm and welcoming demeanor, a dark brown beard that is kept rather short is the only bit of hair to be found upon his head. It is easy to tell that the man had never worked an easy day in his life, for his body seems sculpted magnificently.
Fourth Dimensional Powers: Smell and Taste. Perhaps useless separate, however, when combined one can enjoy grandiose meals such as Fourth Dimensional Toe Cheese
Bio: Kristof Brandt, a man of raw physical might and staunch personality. For as long as he could remember Kristof has been a laborer, working one menial job to the next essentially picking things up and putting them somewhere else. In time he became quite good at such physical labor. For years Kristof lived like a dog under a strict regime from his perfectionist family who constantly doubted the man for his lifestyle. Sure, he was unlike them and all of their college degrees, but he had found a different kind of perfection, not of mind, but of body, of soul.
Eventually Kristof came to meet a woman, one who enthralled him so as to spirit him away from the droll life once lived. The woman, a ringleader for a famous circus that traveled the world far and wide, offered Kristof the position of a strongman. Without a single ounce of doubt, he accepted, and was welcomed with open arms. After years of some of the most rewarding work and travel that Kristof had ever had the pleasure of committing to the pair married, a ringleader and a strongman. Unfortunately what seemed like a most beautiful future quickly became horrid. As shortly after Kristof's wife fell gravely ill never to recover.
A lingering depression came over the man, he felt broken, hollow, empty. A final show was booked for Tokyo Japan, Kristof had known of numerous new technologies sprouting up, in fact, during the circus's last visit to Japan his wife somehow convinced him to go through with a procedure. Gaining the ability of smell and taste allowed him to enjoy countless meals as if even dog food were a fine cuisine, of course, those were more peaceful times. Quickly brushing up on his linguistical skills the strongman headed out with the circus for a final act in memorial to his wife. Kristof eventually came to realize that his wife would not want him to endlessly mourn her death, but rather celebrate her life, a resurgence of emotion and memories came to him as he preformed his final act in front of a grand audience.
Kristof is a man among men, who often lets his demeanor and muscular fortitude do the talking for him, he has the capabilities for fine arts and strives to help everyone around him reach a certain perfection in at least one trait. A softhearted and kind soul he does not hesitate to place himself in danger's way if it means the protection of someone close to him.