Brewer : Ulrich Hundhausen

Name: Ulrich Gregory Menter-Hundhausen
Age: 21 years old
Race: Human
Origin:

Ulrich was the son of two simple people in Leipzig, Germany. Ruth and Bill really had no connections whatsoever to the Titan Project; they simply worked common jobs in their town and did the best they could to provide for their three sons, the youngest of which was Ulrich. At three years old, however, Ulrich's eldest brother got into a drunken stupor and burned down the house. With nowhere to go and no money to rebuild or find a new place to live, Ruth and Bill began searching for an alternate solution. They attended a town hall meeting to ask for such a solution when they overheard a representative of the Titan Project, who had come to Leipzig and many German cities in the past two years searching for eligible candidates for human colonization of other planets. Ruth and Bill offered their eldest son, hoping to remove him from ruining their lives further, but instead, they chose Ulrich. Even at three, he could run fast and steady, was very healthy, and seemed to have an affinity for getting things done, no matter the task. Though Ulrich was not the brightest of their candidates, he was a charming young boy with great potential, so his parents accepted a compensation for his service and sent him off to dance among the stars.

Personality:

Generally speaking, Ulrich is laid back. He is confident, though his confidence can be easily misinterpreted as arrogance and cockiness; however, he is merely a determined person with far too much ambition and drive. When faced with failure, he has two tactics: fix it or get really mad about it. Unfortunately, his temper is not his strong suit. It is reasoned that his data has been corrupted, for sometimes, when angry enough, he becomes someone completely different - a raging storm of brute force and muscle - and has to be isolated. His greatest fear is being trapped in a closed space (claustrophobia), and it happens to be one of the best ways to bring Ulrich back from his rage aside from tranquilizers and just letting loose his rage. After a "tantrum", however, he remembers nothing, and is riddled with guilt. This inability to remember makes him fear sleep, as it conjures up the same feelings, so he suffers from self-induced insomnia.

Regarding relationships, it goes as follows: He always obeys commands from the higher-ups (unless Ulrich isn't really himself) even when he disagrees; he is incredibly loyal to his friends; he is very, very passionate about whoever his "lover" may be. Unfortunately, as part of his mental complex, he also holds grudges extremely easily and can even become emotionally abusive and difficult when he feels betrayed.

Speaking overall, Ulrich is a good person who wants to be good but has corrupted data which causes him to become a seemingly evil person.

Ethnicity: White / German
Appearance:

dark brown hair with sandy blonde highlights ; olive-green eyes ; 6'0", 132 lbs , muscular build.

Role Play Sample:

Ulrich Gregory Hundhausen. The first words that came to mind as he woke from eighteen years of a dead sleep were his name. Ulrich... It had a funny taste to it, the name. Ulrich... A groan sounded from within the pod as the darkness began to fade away, retreating in short spurts as heavy eyelids slowly began to flicker. Why was he seeing red? The pulsation of the color was regular - it would come and go and come and go, accompanied by a sound... a sound? One sound, just a siren... a siren sound? The siren was going off. What was that siren? What did it mean?

Immediately Ulrich knew that there was nothing in the whole damn world that he hated more than waking up... Sleeping for all that time had been empty. It had been easy and thoughtless and... well, natural. And it had been a hell of a lot quieter than whatever Armageddon was attacking the hallway. Ulrich brought one hand up to his face, covering his eyes to try to escape this nightmarish reality for just a few more minutes. The siren was incessant, though... it was attacking his ears and reminding him over and over that he was a human being, and he had a life to live and a function to follow.

Function? Oh yes. He had a job to do. Bertender, essentially. Brewer. Master of the arts of alcohol. Nothing sounded better right now. Well... in order to do that, he'd have to get up and do some work, now, wouldn't he? Still... sleep was so near, and yet... so far. It was so far gone now that he could feel the cold. The cold? The cryogenic freezer... that's where he was. That's where they all were - the members of the Hyperion. Suddenly Ulrich couldn't take his mind off of the cold. It was cold.

Sluggishly, he brought his palms up to the glass, staring vacantly out into the hall with the screaming sirens. Blinking his deep olive green eyes a few times, his blurry vision began to focus; his hands were before him now, and the sight surprised him. They seemed so... young. Young, weak hands that had never done a day's labor. But more than that, they weren't aged yet... they were not the hands that belonged to a man of 30 or so. Wasn't that what he was supposed to be? The knowledge slowly came to him; they were supposed to be adults. All of them were. Was he the only one who wasn't?

Another realization came to him as he continued to press a bit more strongly on the glass of his freezer pod: the glass wasn't moving. At first, he thought that maybe he wasn't trying hard enough. He pushed again, pushing himself against the back of the pod to get a bit of a brace. It didn't budge. Panic immediately filled him and he punched at the glass. Nothing. With a sudden shout, he pressed as close to the back wall as he could and kicked out furiously with both feet. A small crack split the glass and it suddenly flung open, crashing into the pod next to it and cracking that glass as well.

With numb bared feet Ulrich stood paralyzed for a second, palms against the back wall as he leaned against it for support, catching his breath as warm air from the hall rushed to greet him. He shook his head vigorously and ran one hand through his hair. God, what the hell is going on? Why was that so hard to open? They were all supposed to be easy to open from the inside... Hesitantly he stepped out, his knees shaking a little as he stood on the floor that felt odd beneath his feet. He let out a quiet breath as he tried to ignore the pain in the bottoms of his feet that stemmed from kicking the glass.

A voice caught Ulrich's ears and immediately he was snapped to attention, looking almost desperately for the source of the voice. Funny how nice that voice sounded... just a simple hello from someone who was just desperate to not be alone. Alone was a word just as empty as what it defined. A girl met Ulrich's searching gaze; her hair was wispy but full, and though the hall was dimly lit, he could tell it was likely brown in color. She seemed... well, almost terrified. Without thinking, Ulrich made his way to her, saying in a hoarse voice, "Calm down. I'm here."