A soldier, destroyed.
A monster, born.
A butcher, betrayed.
A body, discarded.
An eternity, buried with the dead and rotting of his own creation.
He is not the man he once was. Not anymore.
 
Recall the deeds as if they're all
Someone else's atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about making your amends
To the dead
-The Noose, A Perfect Circle
 
 
"I am a soul damned to hell, Elsa Brabant. Guided by demons, on a mission to take a man's life. My name is Stone and Wood. I am no hero."
 
 
Name: Jürgen Maximilian Steinholtz
Alias: The Obergeist, Geist
The High Spirit, The Over-Ghost, Herr Faust, George Stonewood
 
 
Nationality: German
Status: Undead (?)
Complexion: Ghastly
Vision: Blind in the right eye from the Great War
Mind: Diagnosed schizophrenic, brain tissue damage from shrapnel
Height: 1.70 m (5'7")
 
Decorations: EK, second class; Verwundetenabzeichen
 
Official Date of Death: 1944
Official Cause of Death: Shot for attempted defection, treason (NN)
True Cause of Death: Tortured by Josef Mengele
Wounds from Death: Severed and crudely healed tendons in the wrists and ankles, barbed wire permanently embedded in the wrists, completely surgically castrated, scars from being flayed, permanently dislocated jaw, holes in the skull which still occasionally bleed
 
 
Date of Rebirth: Unknown
 
 
Powers: Psychokinetic, Telekinetic, Flight
Level:
Steinholtz's extensive psiot research and activation process has created an entire class all its own. Boasting a 50/50 success rate instead of the dismal 25/75 one the standard procedure, Steinholtz-Class psiots are not registered with the usual agencies. He has been involved in several activations in the present day.
 
Current Alignment: Cautiously Good
Past:
Great War- Deutsches Heer [Hauptmann II Klasse]
World War 2- SS-Totenkopfvervände [Oberführer]
Ex-Nazi, "Ex-Piece of shit." -Neegan Harris
Nazi defector
 
Family (deceased):
Saskje Steinholtz [wife]
Hans Friedrich Steinholtz [infant son]
Both killed in a bombing on Dresden by the Allies in 1945.
Jurgen never knew that his son was born until long after his rebirth, and never met him.
 
Family (current):
"Heterosexual Life Partner": Neegan Harris
First meeting took place during World War Two. Details redacted.
Son [adopted]: James Harris
"Son" [activated]: Shaw Durand
 
 
Relationship Status: Uninterested. Perhaps, incapable. Presumably, heterosexual. Horribly lonely.
 
 
Enemies:
Nazis
Neo-Nazis
Fascists
 
 
An SS man, a doctor by trade, and a scientist by calling, Jürgen Steinholtz committed unspeakable atrocities in the name of the Nazi party under the guidance of his mentor, Josef Mengele, in the name of a sick, twisted sense of "progress." His experiments revolved around a desire to create telepathic soldiers. They left hundreds dead, thrown into a mass grave full of his victims alone that has yet to this day to be found. These gristly actions ended up earning him the moniker the Obergeist among those within the camp, as well as outside of them via newspapers and concerns for his mental health.
 
 
Through his research, Dr. Steinholtz discovered that certain individuals possessed locked but latent abilities. Nicknamed "psiots," these men and women became the cornerstone of his research. He had them kidnapped and brought to him regardless if they were marked for liquidation by the state or not. He needed his lab rats.
 
One of his victims, however, somehow already possessed unlocked powers. While strapped into Steinholtz's infernal machine, in his dying throes of agony, the man evaporated the shards of metal in the doctor's brain, the very ones that had ruined his eye and left him half-mad. He was hit with instant, horrible mental clarity, and by the time the shocks were done and his victim was dead, Steinholtz was already on his knees, sobbing and shaking with the magnitude of what he had seen.
 

He scrabbled for his pistol and turned the barrel into his mouth.
 
But...mercifully for the world, yet not for himself, he hesitated. He had to do more than simply that. He couldn't extinguish himself alone.
 
He ran to his mentor, fumbling over his words and spewing sedition. His mentor was none too pleased, and told him to watch his tongue.
 
"TO HELL WITH THE FUHRER!"
 
 
Five words, which got him tortured to the brink of death and wired into his own machine. Five words, which got him thrown into his own mass grave and buried with all of his failures, and perhaps all of his results, to be forgotten.
 
Nacht und Nebel.
 
 
The newspapers reported he had committed treason and been executed, that he had been shot at Auschwitz-Birkenau like so many others. This was, of course, a lie that Mengele was happy to see spread with little intervention of his own effort.
 
 
This was, less intuitively, also a falsehood.
 
 
Steinholtz was not dead.
Now, the Obergeist stalks the world, dedicated to eradicating and executing fascists and neo-Nazis, wherever and whenever they show their faces.
Steinholtz has been reborn, and he intends to make the world feel his fury.
 
 
The Doctor Is In.
Dr. Steinholtz sees patients from all walks of life who, for one reason or another, cannot visit a regular doctor or hospital. Be it monetary, situational, or due to supernatural origin, he will uphold his oath and do all he can. A talented and well-versed surgeon who was decades ahead of his time, his dated but precise handiwork has the ability to save many lives.
 
For the first time in his life, he's determined to use it to do so.
 
Steinholtz wears, nearly exclusively, Hugo Boss, and funds his habits via the money he finds left behind by those that met their ends at his hands.
 
One day, he hopes to learn the one thing he seems to be incapable of-
how to die.
 
 

OOC Info:
Written by Sarge.

21+ | Native language: English | Hates fascists.
Banter, Para, Multi-Para, & Novella welcome.
It should go without saying that you need to ask before you include my characters in your blogs or on your profiles. Respect me and my work, and I will respect you.

 

Currently reading: DC Showcase Presents: The Phantom Stranger, vol. 2

 

I strongly reccomend reading some of the blogs the poem at the top of this page link to, as they explain his background in the Great War, his injury, and how it is he came to accept the hand of Josef Mengele himself.

 

Obergeist was initially created by Dan Jolley, Tony Harris, and Ray Snyder.
When DC refused to publish the book and welcome the character, years later, he found a home at Top Cow.
Now he's got a home here.

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  • ( I can’t help but wait to see how Geist handles interacting with someone like her. She is a lot to handle! Hah but fun to play.)

  • “Yes. It is a reason I don’t blame Lucifer for being pissy at being locked in a cage  though it pleases me since he did the same to me. Then there is God’s sister who was locked away since before creation and I can see why she wanted to destroy everything her brother mad in retaliation.  I have severe mental and behavioral issues because of it but I use that as my go to excuse. Aside from the “”I’m a demon, it’s what I do.””

    ” Reforming the body. Sounds like a bitch.  Guess it sucks you can’t just body hop as easily like some of us demons can. A body gets too damage or blown up. No biggy.  Just possess someone and good to go. Speaking of. I may need to make a detour.....”

    She looked in the backseat to see how much room she had in this vehicle. 

    “  Got some mmm bodies to pick up from cold storage. It’s funny. For the most part. You don’t really see in Hispanics, Indians both kinds, Africans, Asians and such, they nearly all have dark hair. When is the last time you saw any one of them with big bleach blond hair or fiery red hair? Though a girl in college did have a friend that she showed me. A guy who actually had natural red hair.  Crazy. I have been trying to find another red headed Asian ever since and a blonde one.  Hahahaha. Guess you can say I’m going body shopping.  Looking for that future host body.  Don’t worry. This body I’m in right now was worm food. I used a demonic ritual to make it look all nice and pretty again. “

     

     She would then mess with the shadow and puts on Hollywood undead and blasts it but not to loud so she can snap till hear herself and him talk.  She started to sing along .

     

    ”Everywhere I go
    Bitches always know
    That charlie scene has got a weenie that he loves to show

    Wake up
    Grab beer
    Grab rear
    Shave beard
    Put on some scene gear
    Gotta get drunk before my mom wakes up
    Break up, with my girlfriend so I can bang sluts
    I'm undead
    Unfed
    Been sleeping on, bunk beds, since 10
    So if I don't booze it
    I'm gonna lose it
    Everybody get to it
    Do it
    Get ruined.
    Lets get this party started
    Lets keep them 40s poppin'
    So just get buzzed and stay fucked up
    We'll keep them panties droppin'
    Lets get this party started
    Lets keep them 40s poppin'
    So just get buzzed and stay fucked up
    We'll keep them panties droppin'“
     
     
    She sang along loudly to the song as she drove along, heading to their destination. 
     
    ”I gotta say. If there is one thing I love about humanity other then the tasty junk foods and candies and all that other unhealthy sweet stuff that taste ooooooh so goood!  It’s the music.  So much of it today sounds sooooo angry.  I fucking love it! Ugh. It’s makes me not want to start an  Demon Apocalypse , cause I would lose out on humans making things that entertain me.  So that is cool your tech savvy friend made you a list and their is some rally. Have you given any thought on what you want to do when you get their? Find a bulldozer or something to run them over so you can hear the sweet sickening sound of bones breaking and humans going Splat!!  Or grab a few flamethrowers and go to town.   Hmmm this one is much more work but we could roll in with some nerve gave or sleep gas. Take their bodies and transport them to some chemical factory with the flesh melting acid can. Hook them up to a few chains and use a crane to lower them feet first into vats if acid so we can head their screams of pain. Plus record it for alter so we can listen to Nazi’s screaming as background noise for going to bed.  Not that I need sleep but I find the process relaxing. After my release. I got to listen to the sounds of tortured souls in hell and hearing Nazi’s screaming would give me that taste of home, ya know? I’m pretty sure we can find some other painful ways for them to die. Assuming you are going their to kill them and  not waste tax payers money by keeping them lock in jail for life. Oh yeah. Just tell me when to make a turn and such. Since you know where we are going. I’m just the driver and a girl looking for some slaughter. “
     
    She tooka moment to look his body over, looking him up and down. 
     
    “Ever thought about a makeover? After this rally. We go get some mani pannis. Maybe some skin cream for you and some spray tan for you. Liven up that complexion a bit.  Just because we are not technically human or alive alive, doesn’t mean we have to look like dead people walking and not look pretty. “
     
     
    She sure can jump from one topic to another completely unrelated topic at the drop of a hat.   She certainly wasn’t the average demon that was for sure. 

     

  • A brow perked curiously in response to the mans demeanour, someone you would not expect to find in a bar. Ducking under a chair that sailed right over the womans head, wasting no time in following the odd male out the door and into the embrace of tainted, polluted air.

    The dark blanket above lit by the glittering of many stars, faded against the glare of the streetlamps that lit the ominously dark streets. Rosemarie paused inclining a head to the side, staring at the hovering man with a touch of disbelief, having to blink a couple of times to assure herself she wasn’t imagining the spectacle before her.

    Why would the unbelievable occurrences appear as a shock to a being that was abnormal herself. It was just unexpected.


    The Shifter proceeded to clear her throat loudly, alerting him to the fact that he was far from alone, eager to get him back down onto the floor before any humans decided to stroll by. “You know, exposing tricks like that is bound to get you stuck in a laboratory.” Rosemarie warned, raising a cigarette, trapping it between lips whilst keeping a suspicious eye on their surroundings.

    “What are you? A Magician? And what are you doing in Wisconsin. Your accent doesn’t sound normal.” A lighter flickered into life, casting flickering shadows across the girls face, lighting up the end of the cigarette, causing foul smoke to billow and stain the air, patiently waiting for his answer.

  • (Well I’m either thinking of raizo, Kai, or Eliza. One is a human gang member turned into a machine. Thought about his story being about trying to stea some weapon shipment or a drug shipment that he thinks is drugs , only maybe it’s Nazis that are transporting some heavy firepower and he only gets involved cause they shoot at his crew or something  

    One is a cop slash FBI agent. He is part of the cyborg resistance. Who works to save humanity. Mainly from machine threat but anything else non human that threatens the world or evil human machinations. 

    The other works undercover as a CIA operative primarily but moonlights as a hunter. Namely because her mother can’t afford to have humans teaming up with vampires and other supernatural creatures against machines.  Killing humans by themselves is one thing. Trying to kill humans who are teaming up with vampires and werewolves and such, is a much harder task. So in a funny twisted sense of irony. She saves human lives by killing the monsters that hunt and eat humans, but only because it will make killing humans less difficult if they don’t have supernatural backup.  Still thinking up plots base on whoever we use. )

  • Part of Sam smiles internally because Just Cause means Rico. He was her muse for it, and while she never named him, she remembered emailing a list of questions to make sure she didn’t just skim over the war crimes. To make sure she didn’t romanticise it. She nods at him, the seriousness sets in the room, and she looks towards the papers.

    “May I?” She gestures to them, if and when given permission to pick them up she does.

    She picks up medical records first, skimming over the information and part of her feels...nervous. This is quite serious. Perhaps more so than her work on Yamatai. She looks from the papers to the man in front of her credulously. The name...Steinholtz...Why does that sound so familiar. What she’s actually looking at confuses her while she understands some of it all the same.

    “What- what is this? Steinholtz? Is this-” she looks back down to the rest, “are you even supposed to have these? I mean- clearly, you had access but should you be showing me?”

    Maybe this isn’t the reaction he was looking for.

    “Shit dude,” she mumbles, “well. Okay. I think is all a lot of information so my brain isn’t processing, could you explain what I’m seeing?”
    She hasn’t yet said no so that’s good.

  • She blinks at him confused. He’s a- doctor…? It’s so odd to her considering what he’s just done, but she supposes, it’s not impossible. Her brother is a being of magical abilities and he. Well. He’s a lawyer, good at his job too. Suddenly she’s filled with a sense of fragile trust she must place in him for now. He has the ability to help and has, but part of her still...is unnerved by what he’s done. What he will probably do in the future.

    She looks conflicted, at him, obviously unsure of how to answer. But eventually, she does. There’s no one else to help her, and that is what he did isn’t it? Help her? She deflates. Part of her doesn’t want to trust him. She nods at him.

    “I- y-yeah. I mean. Please? I never went to medical school,” but this in itself hints that she wanted to, “but- please be gentle. It really hurts.”

    She takes the hand, obviously surprised by the...gore on his wrist, but her grip doesn’t waver. That’s...good right?

  • Tsunami stared at the man, tilting her head to the side as she watch him go to work; she was very so curious about this man; she didn't sense no ill intentions coming from him whatsoever which was a bit odd cause most people would be afraid to even stand near Tsunami whenever she was walking the streets. This guy on the other hand though, he was....quite different then most which made her quite interested in learning more about this person, she wanted to know more about him...what was he exactly? She knew that no mere human being could do what he was doing right now, for as along as she can remember, she has never came upon someone who was odd and so different like Geist was, she wagged her tail as she seen him cutting up the turkey meat. Her rustic brown eyes lit up with happiness as the meat was lowered down to her to taste a sample of the meat itself; she sniffed the meat before she took a bite, chewing the meat as she got a good full taste of it. She swallowed and licked around her maw before she took another piece of meat and begin to chew on it, she seemed to like it, she hadn't had turkey meat before and it tasted pretty darn good if you ask her.

     

    Looking up at the mane, she wagged her tail faster, indicating that she liked the turkey meat that was given to her, it was good and she wanted more of it and whatever else the place had behind the counter, though she could tell that there was plenty of meats that all smelled wonderful to her but like he said, he didn't want her getting sick or anything like that from eating too much of something that she wasn't suppose to be eating in the first place..

  • Kira knew just what he was asking of the ex-Nazi surgeon and he himself could hardly believe what he had just said. But the two of them teaming up to rid the world of those who still willingly follow Nazi ideals was probably the best thing either could do. Both were very broken individuals. Doing this Nazi hunting business together might just help them heal in some ways.

    "If there is anything that I can do to help just let me know." Kira mumbled. He was actually a little surprised that Jurgen had agreed to his proposal. The doctor's reaction was also quite surprising and Kira found himself enjoying watching how Jurgen acted when caught off guard. The two of them may have agreed to work together now but it would take a long time before Kira would stop finding ways to make the ex-Nazi squirm. 

    Once the supplies was gathered Kira would pick up the list of targets once more. As his eyes scanned over the names his mind would try to reach out to all ends of his memory to try and figure if he had encountered any of these men before. Nothing rang any bells through. Maybe Kira would just have to see their faces first. During his time in the camp, Kira hadn't taken the time to learn the names of every single guard or officer there. It was mostly the ones who had done him direct harm who's names, and faces, were forever etched into Kira's mind. 

  • Yes, all Malory needed was rest. And eventually new clothes. But for now, rest would do. Thankfully she wasn’t too picky about her clothes, so Jurgen could basically get anything in her size and she’d be fine with it. As long as it wasn’t a damn skirt or dress. Malory was not a fan of skirts. She slept for the next twelve hours, unmoving and seemingly peacefully. Maybe the pain and exhaustion from the attack rid her of her nightmares for the time being. When she awoke, it was past two in the afternoon, and she felt more pain in her stomach from hunger than pain in her side from the bite. That wouldn’t last long, though. 

    Blue eyes slowly blinked open, looking at the ceiling of the room with a frown. Where the hell was she? What had—ooooh, right. She must be at the doctor’s office, right? Because it certainly didn’t look like a regular hospital. Turning her head to the side slowly, Malory looked around the room she was in, noticing the medical equipment and the IV in her arm. And the sheet over her body. It was then that she realized that she was naked, and she just sighed. Her clothes had probably been ruined, which was too bad, because she had been wearing one of her favorite pairs of jeans. Raising her arm without the drip in it, Malory pushed back the sheet to look at her wound. It was completely bandaged, and as long as she didn’t move, it didn’t hurt that much. It was more like a dull ache, like she had a really bad bruise or sore muscles. That gave her the confidence to try and sit up. 

    That was a very bad idea. 

    The moment Malory tired to sit up, a bolt of pain shot through her whole body, radiating from the wound and burning like fire. Not to mention the extreme wave of dizziness that struck her head, causing her vision to turn black around the edges. With a strangled gasp, Malory laid back down on the table, panting from the effort it took to try and sit up. Well...fuck. 

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