His name is Balthasar von Neumann. Codename Basilisk, one person to gain respect from Isaak Fernand von Kampfer and obtain Dietrich von Lohengrin as a best friend. He was tall, with medium wavy light brown hair, melted chocolate eyes, pale Methuselah skin, and a leanly muscled body. He was equipped with the ability to generate petrifying venom from his palm which can crystallize a living target. He can also petrify his own bodily fluids and fire them in needle like projectiles. Balthasar is known to hate unnecessary violence, possessing an artistic nature and is a great tactician. At the moment he was sauntering out of the conference room, looking utterly bored out of his mind.
Was it so impossible for the Contra Mundi to make the conferences a little more interesting? Balthasar supposed so and he heaved a sigh just a Puppet Master appeared by his side.
"I know, boring aren't they?" Dietrich smirked, reading Balthasar's mind. Basilisk nodded his head wearily and continued to amble down the grand hall with Dietrich. "Perhaps a day out on the town might cheer you up, hmm?" Dietrich inquired suggestively.
"Not today Dietrich, I don't have time to go with you somewhere and torture and innocent soul." Balthasar replied.
Dietrich shrugged, "Suit yourself, but I swear you are such a softy, how'd you even get into the Order?"
"Talent."
"Whatever, I'm off." Dietrich strode down the spiral staircase leaving Neumann alone. A lone maid passed him by in the hallway. It was an actual person though, not one of his brother's robots. The young woman had long, elegant black hair, sparkling brown silver-ish eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile. She was the same height as Balthasar (5' 10"), thin, and perfectly proportioned. She never wore the maid's outfit that the others did. Instead, she chose to wear a black long sleeved shirt with black slacks, and tennis shoes.
Balthasar had found himself staring after her more than once. But of all things he loved about this mysterious woman was her voice, he'd heard her singing softly to herself more than once. He watched over his shoulder as she walked away, her hips swaying lightly, was that natural? She looked over her shoulder and caught him looking. Balthasar quickly glanced away, that was the first time she'd caught him.
"Posso aiutarla, signore?" She questioned in Italian.
"No, um…carry on." Balthasar stated quietly. She smiled at him and continued to amble off. Balthasar let out a breathy sigh of relief and ran a hand through his wavy hair. That was too close. Although, the questionable look she gave me…could she suspect?
"Basilisk, Mein Herr wishes for an audience with you. I suggest you make haste." Isaak Fernand von Kampfer ventilated. Balthasar sighed and, hands in pockets, strode off past the Magician. It was undoubtedly another mission he was on his way to receive. At least, he hoped so.