BOUNTY HUNTER, CHARLES VANE

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CHARLES VANE

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[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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Visions flash before the zombie's eyes like a movie flying through rewind. He can't make heads or tails of most of the images, but a loving warmth buzzes in the background like static. This whirring "zing" is like words on the point of his dogged tongue, but there's no way for him to know what the feeling is.

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Charles hadn't always been Charles. A name lost to the horrors of experimentation, the bounty hunter was once a hardened criminal of the Grand Line until his incarceration tore him from the love of his life. A mad scientist by trade, the sheer nature of his gruesome experiments lead the man to several years of solitary confinement at a disclosed prison until a turn of events would land him in the hands of a certain mad scientist.

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Subject to a multitude of tortures and lab rat experiments, it wasn't long before the test subject lost sight of who he was. There was nothing but madness within the confines of his mind, driven deranged by a constant scalpel that threatened to steal his soul. He was burned, cut, stitched, and had organs removed, but as far as the doctor had taken his experiments he'd always taken sure to keep his favorite toy alive...until advancements in his research drove the man to play with the concept of death.

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It had been some few years under the ever so loving care of the doctor before they fed it to him - a grayed fruit of putrid tastes that'd actually tasted far better than anything he'd eaten since his incarceration. From that day forward, the experiments lessened to the point they became lessons. Day by day would the doctor return humanity to his tattered ragdoll, reteaching him the habits and ways of the world. Years went on like this, reteaching the man as if he were a child, unknown to him the entire time he hadn't aged a single bit from the moment he ate the fruit. Once his sanity had returned, as much as it could, the doctor left a task for the workers of the lab. In the man's sleep, they'd sealed every exit of his room and set the room ablaze, watching in curiosity as he screamed and begged for his life. It didn't take long for the man to be burned to a horrid crisp, the end of the prisoner and the first moments of Charles Vane.

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As much as his former life escapes his mind, Charles never forgets the fires. The boiling of his blood, the bubbling of his skin, the searing flames that drug him down to hell. Hell was like an eternity, a life of fire and pain that he couldn't escape until one day his very soul took shape as the same fire that had drug him down. What had felt like an eternity to the man was only minutes in the laboratory as his flame entered the lifeless corpse of the lab floor. The next moments were like a blur for the man, coming in like flashes of a life before. The flames that once danced on his corpse had blackened, filling the room with shadows of fire, but what he hadn't known was that the black flames that decimated the laboratory spawned from his very soul. Charred and crispy, the prisoner awoke to the confines of a sea stone hole in the ground where he'd lay in silence for the next fifty years.

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It was a new scientist who'd once again unleash the hell of the burned prisoner upon the world. Though the doctor didn't know it at the time, he'd set the stage for a world of horrors the moment he'd introduce the burned prisoner to Hector Wolfe - the man who'd named him Charles Vane.
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LIKES: night time, disections, experimenting, rodents, fire

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DISLIKES: world government, interruptions, insects, sand, alcohol

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OCCUPATION: DOCTOR

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PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE: DURABILITY