Stein N. Franken (Finished)

Name: Stein N. Franken

Age: 185

Gender: Male

Loyalties: science


What Makes Us...Us?



Height & Weight 196 cm 90kg
Hair & Eye Colour Gray eyes, short silver hair.
Notable Difference(s) Stein is a tall man with silver-gray hair and big, round glasses. He has a large screwbolt going through his head, which he turns, often as a means to focus his thoughts. A signature trademark of Stein's is his trademark zig-zag stitches. He has said stitches all over his body and clothing. His most notable piece of clothing is his doctor's lab coat. He is also surprisingly well built for a man his age, due to a large portion of his time being devoted to combat training.

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Positive Traits



The will to do whatever it takes to get his job done, (which might not always be a good thing though <.<)
Open minded


Negative Traits



A clear lack of compasion towards his fellow shinigami (and who ever else his path crosses), also shows a lack of understanding for how people interact and why they help each other.

Tends to take everything the wrong way




Internal and external powers


Sealed state:

In its sealed state the sword looks like a standard katana, with a black hilt and black sheath.

Shikai
Takes the shape of a black scythe slightly longer then Stein himself. It will release at the command "Scream Ragnarok"

Shikai ability: Along with the longer reach his scythe provides him with Stein is able to make tiny butterflies from his own reiatsu. They can be used both as a shield or as means to attack.

Eyes
Hundreds of small butterflies surround Stein, making him able to see all they see. Giving him better time to block or dodge an incoming attack. Think pain from naruto >_>

Scream
At the command scream Ragnarok will shoot out a large blast of reyiko (kinda like Urahara)



Sealed state:




FLASHBACK


Human past

Changes happens in every society at every times, the wheel of time rolls forwards not caring about the life's being crushed beneath it. Some periods however where worse then others, some inventions brought with them bigger changes and more drastic differences then other. One of this periods where time was moving faster then before the industrial revolution. The capitalist wheel driven forward by greed and lust for more. More of everything, it was never enough, in a world were money, suits and top hats made the rules the right of the common man was not set much higher then the dirt under the upper classes shoes. They were just workers, there to do their dirty jobs, to work in their factories, to mine their resources and do jobs that were beneath them. You got born, worked, got married, got children and died, born into a working family you worked with what your parents had done before you. There was no breaking free of the fate.

It was the tragic circle of misery which the young boy by the name of Stein A. Anderson was born into. Born into a poor family of coal workers, he was sent down into the mines at an early age. Not just him but the whole family, his father digging out the coal and his mother and younger sister carried the coal up to the surface. It was dangerous and hard work, security for the works where poor at best and none existing for the most part. Accidents and lose of human life's were seen as just something that happened from time to time. After all accidents happened in every kind of business, it was to be expected. Seeing as they had the choice to spend money to make their mines safe or spend human life's. They went with the last alternative, after all they had a business to run and they might not earn enough if they were to keep the workers safe. It was not Stein's words but the leader there, he did not even try to hid the fact that the mine as a money making machine was more important then mine as a work place.

For the most part his time in the mines were bleak memories, most of them about struggle with breaking free the coal from the grip of the earth. The lack off food, the cold nights, but also the pleasant sound of his sisters’ laughter and his mother’s song. All in all, it was a dirty, poor and in many ways unpleasant childhood. Seeing as he was denied the chance to be a child down in the mines, but at the same time it was at least filled with some joy.

For a long time he followed the same path as all the others, he grew up to become a grown man. It seemed like he would follow the same road as everybody else, he at some point even resigned and accepted his fate. But the dream about another life he had always had refused to die. In the small spare time he had he started with gambling, all in the hopes of one day winning the big hand and get a new life. Hanging out with various type of criminals he got used to they way gamble worked. Some of his first encounters ended with him having to do all kind of work to pay back the money he lost, but slowly he got better with gambling. Choosing more carefully when to call and when to fall., However the young man also learned the lesson that it was okay to cheat as long as you did not get caught. Yet another painfully learned lesson, as he was trying to cheat three sailors in a card game. Resulting in them giving him the beating of a life time and breaking all the bones in his right hand. Making everything harder for him to do with that hand, something that made the already unpleasant work in the mines even worse. Soon the human was winning small hands. Either by skill, luck or cheating. Saving it all he was once more starting to see a new future for himself and his family.

Soon what they all feared, the fear that they had hanging over their head every waking hour of the day came through. As a result of the tight schedule, the long working hours and the lack of proper security for the works made the mind collapse on itself. Killing many and trapping even more down in the could and dark cave systems. One that had joined the number of dead was his father, the kind loving brute of a man that had seemed like a force of nature. And the most important pillar in his life, if it had not been bad enough both his sister and mother were missing. As for the young man he had also been in the mines as it collapsed. As the roof gave in he was buried alive and died, or that's how it should have ended, how it would seem natural.

It really felt like he died, it was all there the white light, the feeling of being separated from his body. The feeling of slowly drifting away, the man could even see small flashes of his life pass him by. It seemed all to short, all to painfully short. All his dreams, all he wanted to do, all he wanted to see. All he wanted his family to see. Gone in the matter of minutes, all of them believed to be dead, even though he did not yet know that. Some times he wished he also had died that day.

But some way the human survived, of course not with out complications and wounds. It would heal, what would not heal however was his mental scars. His hate towards the people that had caused the accident, the people that did not care for the misery they had caused to innocent people. As soon as his broken bones had healed up and he was out on the street the young and now scared man was out for revenge. It would be his, he sworn on the grave of his family. He was a changed man, a new man, not just his looks and his feelings but something else had changed as well when he almost died. What had changed he was not sure, but he was not the same. Something that made it clear was the fact that the bones that had been broken healed right away, the doctors called it a miracle. When they had pulled him out of the ruins both of his legs had been broken in multiple places, and they had never said he would be able to walk again. It was indeed a true miracle, even his hand that had been broken badly when he was caught trying to cheat in a card game was healed. But Stein did not care. His heart and mind was to busy grieving to be happy for this. If he felt anything close happiness about the change it was the fact that it would make him able to carry out his revenge.

Regardless of what changes he had undergone he was determined to cary out his vengeance. To do that he needed a plan, but if there was something he had now he thought it was time, and he had no idea how right he really wear. Not just the time to recover but all the time in the world. As soon as the young man was able to walk he sat his plan into motion. He gathered info, slowly he started to paint a picture of the people that had owned the now collapsed mine. Getting the names and address a plan was really starting to take form. Nothing really advanced, he would go to their house and murder them all. So said, so done, nothing more nothing less. As he had heard a man say, men get put in jail, mad doges get put down, and that was what he was going to do. He was just cleaning up trash, the filth of society. They could dress as fancy as they liked, talk anyway they wanted, it changed nothing they were trash.

There was no moon, just black sky and rain. The gambler had picked his time with care. No sane person would be out at times like this, which would make the chances that he would be spotted by anybody that might be able to identify him later smaller. Dressing in as natural cloths as possible he made his way towards the house. Starring in through the window of the large mansion he watched the happy family on the inside. They had it all. Love, happiness, money everything the poor man had wanted. The first he had once had and lost the third he was determined to gain. The rich family was just sitting down around a large table, filled with more food then he had ever seen in one place before. The young man could feel his mouth filling with water and his stomach hurting as he looked. Smiling and laughing, how could they laugh after what had happened, it was beyond the him. He could feel tears pressing on but none would come, it was no time for that. He was done mourning, there was no more room for tears it was time to act. Leaving his post by the window he walked towards the front door, opening it carefully without making any noise he stepped inside.

Walking through the hall way he arrived at the kitchen, picking with him a large knife as he walked he stopped for a moment. His hand resting on the door knob, was it doubt he felt? He was not sure, when he opened the door he would come face to face with the family, the man could feel his determination crumble. Was he strong enough to follow it through? Could the gambler do it, could he kill them all in cold blood.

There was only one way to find out, pushing the door open to the dining room he looked at them. They don't notice him at first. To busy talking and eating, enjoying the fruits of the labor of people like his dead family. Whatever feelings he might had have that he was doing something wrong left Stein that instance. Gripping tighter around the shaft of the knife, he looked at his first target. None of them saw him before he was right beside them, his knife finding it's first target as it stabbed through the woman closest to the door. He took delight in the first surprised look which was soon replaced with fear. The man reached for his cane as the children remaining frozen in fear. Their eyes looking straight on their dying mother, as she feel forward slamming against the table. Coloring the white cloth red as she feel dragging it with her. Food and plates all alike fell to the floor, the sound of the plates breaking seemed to shake the man out of his disbelief. As he ran towards Stein, but his anger and lust to kill was nothing compared to what the young man had keep surprised for so long. Moving out of the way of the cane by side stepping it Stein stabs him as well. Straight true the heart, the death a blood sucker like you deserve Stein whispered as the life slowly left the body of the mine owner. As the sadistic human did this the eldest soon had regained his senses to some degree grabbing his younger sister and started to run. Still holding on to the dead body after having stabbed the man in the heart Stein let's go and it falls to the ground, making a soft thud as it does. Before he prepares to take care of his two remaining targets. Needles to say their efforts was to no use as Stein ran after them. None of them would escape the fate he had planned for them he swore and neither one did.

Turning on the water in the sink Stein looked at himself in the mirror there he stood soaked in blood on the marmore stone bathroom. Splashing the warm water from the sink in his face he tried to get rid of the strange feeling. So far he had not given much thought about what he would do once he had got what he had secede. Neither had he cared, but now as he was washing his hands in the sink in the bathroom of the dead family a plan was starting to take form once again. His old self, the son of a dead cold miner would have todisappear. There was no further use for him, it was not a shock to him when he reached this conclusion. As he had though about revenge and now carried it out the man knew that he had changed to much from the young boy to move on like nothing had happened. He had changed so much that they were no longer the same.

Like a true psychopath he looked around the house until he found the main bedroom, looking through the closet he went through the deceased man's wardrobe. Luckily it seemed like their size was not to different. Stein was only a little higher and not so round around the mid section as the older man but other then that the cloths might as well have been made for the light haired man and not the owner of the house. Ignoring the most fancy suits he picks out a dark gray one along with a white shirt and matching shoes. Once more he looked at himself in the mirror, he was no longer the murderer with filthy and blood stained cloths or the poor and hard-working miner, no. The cloths told different story, now he was a young gentleman with the world at his fete. Out in the hall way he finds the last thing he needs to make his new self complete, a top hat. Now he was ready to leave his old self behind and start his new journey.

As he walks down the street nobody looks at him like he was a murderer. Some of the finer dressed gents and woman even nodding in his direction. However lady luck was never on he common mans side and soon enough he was caught, there was no doubt where he was going next. There was only one fate for people like him, the judges were unanimous. Dead penalty, one year after the dead of his family, not much more then 2 months after the dead of their murderers Stein joined them. A bright summer morning he took his last breath before the floor gave in and he hang there snapping for air. The seconds passed painfully slow before the darkness lurking in his peripheral vision swallowed him.


Background as a soul

Stein grove up in a local hospital in Rukongai, spending most of his young years helping out around the hospital learning about how the human body worked. Even with his fascination or what other might call obsession with science and knowledge it was soon clear that he was not to be a doctor as he liked more to dissect and open up people than healing wounds and helping. Still with this and his tendency to not show normal feelings towards most people around him he stayed for a long time, until he was growing award of how many limits that where placed around him. He could deal with many things but the feeling of being limited and hold down was more then the soul could handle. Wanting to break free of what bound him, and all that held him down he decided to become a shinigami. Seeing this as the best way to get stronger and a chance to find the answers he where looking for. He had always seen himself as too good for such a small clinic, he wanted more so much more, and the best way to reach his goals in the dimension he was to throw his lod with the soul reapers.




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Stein Alexander... Alexander.. It's such a lovely name, why don't you like it. Dad always said... Before the sentence was ever finished the sadistic soul had removed his right hand from his pocket and in one smooth motion slapped the younger blond hair girl across the face. It was not as much the force, but the shock from suddenly being hit that made the blond shinigami feel of the office chair she had been resting in for the few minutes the conversation had been going. Her faceal experencen turning quickly from surprise to anger as reality hit her, Stein had slapped her. How dared he she thought as she opened her mouth, Who dare... However just a few seconds before she had formulated the rather long sentence of insults the twisted soul spokes. I told you to not call him that, and to not talk about him when I'm around. Once again her exprecion changed this time to one of pain, why did he always have to be like this? You know he loved you like a son. Why do you have to be like this.

The mancaptain ignored both the hurt look on his old friends face and her words as he took a seat behind his desk. His glasses reflecting the light from the monitor in front of him as he got back to his work, in his mind the conversation was over. It had reached a point where he did not wish to continue, his body language showing this clearly. As he seemed to lose himself in his work again, his hands flying accross the keyboard. A silence creeped over the duo in the office, the only sound being the buttons from the keyboard. It was soon clear that his old acquaintance would not leave just yet as she got back in the chair. Trying not to rub the soar spot on her cheek where she had been slapped as she staired at him. Steins fingers froze in position above the keyboard as he looked back up from the monitor.

Have you not finished the task you were sent to do? Have you not enough to report back, or do you wish anything more from me. The shinigami asked, his eyes cold staring straigth at her, but at the same time not willing to make eye contact. Biting her lipes it was clear that she still had words she wished to speak, but she simply nodded before taking her leave. As the door closed behind her a sigh left Frankens mouth. Placing his old glasses carefully down on the table he rubes his eyes, trying to shake off both the headache and the uneasy feeling talking about the past always gave him. He had been shocked as she showed up at his doorstep just mer hours after his announcement to squad 12 about being alive and having returned.

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