Hans Limitt
Combat Aptitude Scores (58):
Body: 10 Power: 10 Resistance: 10 Speed: 10 Accuracy: 9 (8+1) Evasion: 9 (8+1)
Personality:
Hans Limitt is a guy who simply oozes personality leaned up against that bar. Hans is a gruff and abrasive guy with a false sense of modesty. He has a deep appreciation for time long gone.
Background Information:
Born and raised in Sphere 7, he was taken from his mother, Greta Limitt, who was a convicted prostitute as an infant. Raised in an orphanage, Hans learned to be tough from a very young age, as young Xanadu children, for all the pastoral nature of the city, are vicious little brutes. Having no real world mentor, he took his life lessons from a collection of antique reprints of novels several centuries old. The likes of Marlowe, Sam Spade, and Dick Tracy, and Will Eisner were his parents, and he had a keen idea of what justice was, and was not.
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concept art by Eriance
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Eventually becoming a police officer at age 21, he vowed to singled handedly clean up Xanadu's corrupt police department and make it the center of cultural security and art it claimed to be. And he damn near did, too. At age thirty, he became the youngest commissioner in the history of Xanadu, and dirty businesses and crime syndicates were folding like players at a penny poker table. There seemed no stopping him, killing him would just make him a martyr. A clever criminal, however, had a plan.
Hans was infected with a deadly disease called Norofts Hemophage. A deadly, degenerative blood disease which over the course of roughly six months, turned a healthy human into an anemic, raving vampiric lunatic. Hans Limitt took the news badly, but knew he couldn't simply die, that he'd have to fight back, and took extreme measures. Traveling to New Chania, he spent his small personal fortune looking for a cure. All he could find after four months was a rather Faustian bargain: His remaining fortune for the recombinant DNA of a Bandersnatch, a creature entirely immune to the horrible disease. The only other alternatives were to spend the rest of his life being fed blood packs like a monster, living in a padded cell, and being washed clean with hoses to keep others safe from him, or to kill himself. Both would invalidate his work.
Returning to Xanadu a month later as a changed man, taller and more fit than before, he was met with horror. Xanadu's conservative news society had a field day for one week, at the 'ghoulish transformation,' citing changing his DNA to cure himself as 'no better than the end results would have been otherwise'.
To simplify the next few months... He stopped receiving reports form subordinates, reports sent above began to get no replies, his press meetings were almost empty houses and gradually, his workload disappeared until the city mayor simply told him his services were no longer required, and given an hour to clean out his office.
No one would take him seriously when he wanted to tell his story. His calls for legal aid went unanswered, and he was left penniless, except for his home. So in the end he was forced to support his estate as a body guard, or a bouncer. His only lucky break came when the Smith & Cooper Insurance Agency was looking for an adjuster to examine their foreign holdings and needed an experienced investigator. Spending the next few years investigating flim-flam artists and other scams, he saved Smith & Cooper millions. They were happy with him. As long as he came in the back door so clients didn't have to see him in the office. They usually sent him a Christmas Ham by the way of bonus.
His most recent scam brings him further than over, all the way to The Walk of Man, as far outside a civilized Xanadu mans comfort zone as is possible except for Aquilon.
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