Date: 2007-02-03 00:21 Subject: OOC: Character Info Security: Public

Personality: A sadist in every sense of the word, Rosenheim is not above using people's fears to get what he wants. He has been studying the psychology of fear ever since the beginning of WWI, so he knows a thing or two about just what makes the mind tick and what can make it go to the brink of insanity, and he enjoys doing it to people. He views people merely as pawns in experiments. He takes notes during each of his sessions with prisoners, trying to see just how far they can go and what drives them to the edge. This makes him incredibly good at his job as head interrogater of the Thule Society, he knows just what can make people talk.

History: Born on November 12, 1893 in the city of Amstetten, Austria-Hungary, Zolf von Rosenheim was always something of a loner, preferring to keep to himself and read instead of go out and play with the other children his age. He spent most of his time in the city library, spending hours a day pouring over the different texts. When he was fifteen he found The Interpertation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud, it was this book that began a life-long obsession with psychology and the workings of the human mind.

He attended the University of Vienna in 1910 at the age of seventeen for four years until the outbreak of World War I. He put his education on hold and enlisted in the Austrio-Hungarian Imperial Army before it became mandatory. He steadily rose through the ranks before attaining the rank of Oberst (equivalent to a colonel) and gaining a reputation for being one of the best interrogators the Empire had. After WWI ended in defeat for the Central Powers, Rosenheim returned to Vienna to finish his education at the University. He graduated in 1920 in the top 4 percentile and opened a psychological practice in Amstetten. This ran for two years before word of the experiments on his patients was caught wind of by the local government and he was shut down for malpractice. It was then that he was approached by a representitive of the Thule Society. Having nowhere else to go, he left for Munich.

RP Sample: Zolf smiled as the two men were brought before him and thrown to their knees upon the ground before his feet. He enjoyed seeing people sweat, wondering just how much of his reputation was grounded in fact and what wasn't. He had come to enjoy this part of the job immensely, interrogating could be so much fun if they held out long enough. Pity she never let's me go all out, he thought, remembering the Society leader's warnings about killing when it wasn't nesscesary. He sighed inwardly. He could still get the information needed by the Society, but it would so much faster if he had free reign over it. The simple things were always best, he mused, remembering some of the studies he'd read back home in Austria.

He let the prisoners shake and wonder about their fates for a time before speaking to them. "Now then," he said pleasently, taking one of his white leather riding gloves off as he did so, "do you know why you're here?" A pleasent smile played across his features when he asked the question. A smile always tended to throw off his prisoners, it was amusing really.

The men shook their heads.

"No?" he feighed surprise, "Well we can't do this properly if you can't remember, can we? Franz!" he called, looking back. A man in a green uniform snapped to attention, "Jog their memory for me if you don't mind." Franz grinned sadistically and nodded.

Zolf headed for the door, putting his gloves back on and grabbing his white fedora from a peg by the door. "The usual Franz, just make sure it doesn't kill them this time. You know how her Lady hates it when that happens." He walked out the door, a frown showing itself for the first time. He normally took notes on what went on durning the torture, but today was different, her Lady had a special job for him apparently. As the screams of the two men filled the hall behind him, he couldn't help but to allow himself a small smile, screams were music to his ears. Perhaps whatever her Lady had planned for him wouldn't be so bad.