He was born late at night in Berlin Germany, August 13th, as the clock struck 9. He was named after his grandfather. His name, was Klaus. When the medic was young, always wanted to be a doctor, just like his mother. He was always so intrigued with bones and medicine. When he was born however, his future was already planned out.
His mother played the violin in hopes he'd become a musician. She'd play a lullaby for him as he slept, the same lullaby that was passed on from her family. He loved that song. The family bought the boy his own violin once he started to learn and he played with his mother. He was young when he started, a natural born musician
It didn't turn out all to well...The boy didn't want to be a musician. He wanted to help people, heal illnesses... His mother...did not approve. She hated it. She didn't want her perfect doing what she did. It was a sad job, a hard job. She didn't want her little boy to get sick, didn't want her Klaus to die of illness.
He never left home...He was home schooled in all he had to learn. He'd eat a swift breakfast, After 8 hours of home school, he'd play violin till dinner. Skipping lunch was never a wise thing, but he had a large dinner.
His first love wasn't a real love, however, Klaus felt it was. He'd see a girl about the same age as himself from his bedroom window. She was beautiful, long brown curls that bounced as she walk, a nice body, long slender fingers. She was beautiful. Her voice was beautiful, nice and light. The medic didn't know however...she was to be married. He asked her to meet him at the park by a small pond. She, didn't meet him...it was a harsh goodbye. Klaus's hopes were up, in hope they could talk, hold hands...show how much he cared...but she didn't come...she broke his heart.
The songs Klaus played grew sadder and slower. It worried his mother and father. He became depressed and stayed in his room for a while. Soon, he grew fed up with having his life thought out by his parents. Soon, he said he was leaving them to have his own life. "Tut mir leid, Mutter ... Vater, doch ich muss euch verlassen. Es Widerstrebt mir, wie ihr versucht, mich und mein gesamtes Leben zu steuern, zu kontrollieren. Ich möchte Arzt werden - doch ihr verwehrt mir dies, macht es mir gar unmöglich. Auch ich habe Träume, welche zu erfüllen ich wünsche und suche." He had said. His mother was the least happy with this. his father silent. Nether of them said goodbye to him. The only things he took with him, were his notes and his violin.
The medic filled out a application form and soon started to work at badlands. He was not a fighter, but more of a healer. His team looked up to him, protected the young medic. He always told the team... "I'm a healer...not a killer." For the longest time...he didn't kill anyone.
He started to make his own poisons from the notes he collected, most of which couldn't kill, but weakening the opponents. Most paralyzed them, slowed them down, knocked them out. he did what he could to help the team without killing the opponents...
...It was all until he met the RED medic at badlands.
The medic had been cornered and he killed the enemy medic as the match ended. He was captured shortly after, tortured and scarred. The spy of the team planned to kill the medic permanently, however, they left him to die out in the rain. He was soon saved by the team's pyro and was transferred to 2 fort a few month later.
After that fight, he started to make real poisons...He started to test them on anything he could get a hold of. He'd test them on animals, his team, the enemy, and himself...That fight in badlands...it killed the kind soul he tried to reserve in battle, it brought out the worst of him, the murderous side of him.