Post by Dawn on Dec 20, 2009 4:08:42 GMT -5
First Name: Vincent
Last Name: Nostra
Alias or Nick-name: Dr. Nostra
Age: 59
Height/Weight: 5’4”/ 105 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey
Persuasion: Mutant-hating cripple
Powers/Weapons:
Dr. Nostra is a trained physician, as well as a technical genius in the fields of Robotics and applied Cybernetics, and seems to have gained a vast knowledge of Genetics as well.
He also seems strangely resistant to Telepathic probes
History:
Born to a crippled veteran officer who served under Mussolini in the Second World War, Vincent Nostra was raised to admire the same fascist ideologies that his father had lost his leg defending. As a child prodigy, his father expected him to excel in his studies, but his expectations of his son where as insatiable as his lust for cheap whine. As he grew, so did the venom behind his father’s criticism, getting to the point where Vincent developed an inferiority complex. It was because of this that after his early graduation from High school that he decided to go to Medical school, not out of compassion, but because it was the one vocation that would grant him the slightest bit of power over others.
He excelled throughout his time spent as a medical student, his focus directed mostly on prosthetics and its possible evolution. Nothing could distract him from his work, even in the aftermath of his father’s untimely death, the apparent victim of his own vice, he continued his studies unfazed. It was soon after his graduation that he immigrated to the United States, under the sponsorship of Johns Hopkins hospital, an opportunity for him to start anew, without his father’s stigma constantly hanging over his head.
During his tenure at John Hopkins, he split his time between patients and continuing his research. It was during this time that he began experiencing sharp pains in his fingers and legs. At first he merely passed it off as stress from pulling double duty and continued to merely ignore it. Soon after he was awarded his green card, he received accolades from the medical community after publishing his 300 page thesis on ‘applications of nanotechnology in the fusion of synthetic components to organic tissue’, which also gained him the notice of Stark Enterprises.
He was quickly placed in Starks R&D division, his work improving upon the neural interfaces, his innovations allowing greater reaction time for the Centurion model of the Iron Man armor, no small feat considering how his pains and tremors had worsened to the point he used his medical license to prescribe himself pain killers to get by. He managed to hide this from his co-workers for as long as he possibly could…Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before this began to interfere with his work.
It was after several miscalculations, which resulted in malfunctions that, if they had not been caught by another employee, could have proved disastrous in the field, that he was required to take a physical. It was then that he found out what the underlying cause of these pains and tremors where; A previously unidentified disease, quite possibly a genetic disorder, was attacking his nervous system, leaving him no option but to sit on the sidelines as his ‘colleagues’ sought out a treatment. In the time it took to find an adequate treatment, the disorder had already taken its toll, literally crippling 70% of his body, and even then it merely slowed the virus. Despite his handicap and his ‘personality quirks’, he was kept on at Stark Enterprises… but not for long.
It was during this time that another illness began to fester. For years before hand the public had known of the existence of Mutants, but, despite minor disgust, he paid it little mind. But as he lay there, brooding over his condition, he began to fester a deep-rooted spite for them, whether motivated by the fact that the co-worker who found his errors was a mutant, or for misplaced jealousy over how they where granted ‘godhood’ by their defects while his granted him only pain. His employment lasted only one month after his return, after Stark overheard him going on a bigoted Tirade against the Mutant Employee. While he pitied his condition, stark would not allow racism in his company, and personally fired him. It was a wound to Nostra’s Ego that he would not soon forget, nor forgive.
It wasn’t long after that he published another thesis; entitled ‘the mutant condition, it chronicled his belief that Mutantcy was not a new stage in Evolution as it was a Genetic Disorder, a literal Cancer upon the human race. This latest report received mixed reviews from the medical community, however received accolades from anti-mutant groups. For a time he reveled in this new bit of attention, as he began a brief tour on the rally circuit, but disappeared from the public eye shortly afterwards. His actions and motivations since have remained a mystery.
--Origional Charractor--
Last Name: Nostra
Alias or Nick-name: Dr. Nostra
Age: 59
Height/Weight: 5’4”/ 105 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey
Persuasion: Mutant-hating cripple
Powers/Weapons:
Dr. Nostra is a trained physician, as well as a technical genius in the fields of Robotics and applied Cybernetics, and seems to have gained a vast knowledge of Genetics as well.
He also seems strangely resistant to Telepathic probes
History:
Born to a crippled veteran officer who served under Mussolini in the Second World War, Vincent Nostra was raised to admire the same fascist ideologies that his father had lost his leg defending. As a child prodigy, his father expected him to excel in his studies, but his expectations of his son where as insatiable as his lust for cheap whine. As he grew, so did the venom behind his father’s criticism, getting to the point where Vincent developed an inferiority complex. It was because of this that after his early graduation from High school that he decided to go to Medical school, not out of compassion, but because it was the one vocation that would grant him the slightest bit of power over others.
He excelled throughout his time spent as a medical student, his focus directed mostly on prosthetics and its possible evolution. Nothing could distract him from his work, even in the aftermath of his father’s untimely death, the apparent victim of his own vice, he continued his studies unfazed. It was soon after his graduation that he immigrated to the United States, under the sponsorship of Johns Hopkins hospital, an opportunity for him to start anew, without his father’s stigma constantly hanging over his head.
During his tenure at John Hopkins, he split his time between patients and continuing his research. It was during this time that he began experiencing sharp pains in his fingers and legs. At first he merely passed it off as stress from pulling double duty and continued to merely ignore it. Soon after he was awarded his green card, he received accolades from the medical community after publishing his 300 page thesis on ‘applications of nanotechnology in the fusion of synthetic components to organic tissue’, which also gained him the notice of Stark Enterprises.
He was quickly placed in Starks R&D division, his work improving upon the neural interfaces, his innovations allowing greater reaction time for the Centurion model of the Iron Man armor, no small feat considering how his pains and tremors had worsened to the point he used his medical license to prescribe himself pain killers to get by. He managed to hide this from his co-workers for as long as he possibly could…Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before this began to interfere with his work.
It was after several miscalculations, which resulted in malfunctions that, if they had not been caught by another employee, could have proved disastrous in the field, that he was required to take a physical. It was then that he found out what the underlying cause of these pains and tremors where; A previously unidentified disease, quite possibly a genetic disorder, was attacking his nervous system, leaving him no option but to sit on the sidelines as his ‘colleagues’ sought out a treatment. In the time it took to find an adequate treatment, the disorder had already taken its toll, literally crippling 70% of his body, and even then it merely slowed the virus. Despite his handicap and his ‘personality quirks’, he was kept on at Stark Enterprises… but not for long.
It was during this time that another illness began to fester. For years before hand the public had known of the existence of Mutants, but, despite minor disgust, he paid it little mind. But as he lay there, brooding over his condition, he began to fester a deep-rooted spite for them, whether motivated by the fact that the co-worker who found his errors was a mutant, or for misplaced jealousy over how they where granted ‘godhood’ by their defects while his granted him only pain. His employment lasted only one month after his return, after Stark overheard him going on a bigoted Tirade against the Mutant Employee. While he pitied his condition, stark would not allow racism in his company, and personally fired him. It was a wound to Nostra’s Ego that he would not soon forget, nor forgive.
It wasn’t long after that he published another thesis; entitled ‘the mutant condition, it chronicled his belief that Mutantcy was not a new stage in Evolution as it was a Genetic Disorder, a literal Cancer upon the human race. This latest report received mixed reviews from the medical community, however received accolades from anti-mutant groups. For a time he reveled in this new bit of attention, as he began a brief tour on the rally circuit, but disappeared from the public eye shortly afterwards. His actions and motivations since have remained a mystery.
--Origional Charractor--
