Name: Dr. Marcus Maximillian Von Vanderburg
Age: 63 (chronological), 23 (biological)
Type: Technical - Quantum Physicist
Bio: Marcus was born in Germany, the child of a pair of absentee aristocrats who spent years abroad travelling and vacationing without so much as a thought for their son. He was raised by servants, nurses, and tutors, to the point where he could barely recognize his blood parents in photographs. A genius of unparallelled caliber, he was speaking complete sentences before he could walk, and was obtaining college-level degrees before he began puberty. This meteoric self-education, combined with the natural subservience of every human being he grew up around, did little to curb his attitude or instil even the slightest measure of humility in him - when his parents finally died in a freak hurricane-hang-gliding accident and left him the heir to their fortune, the only change was that he now had the riches to pursue all of his arcane interests. Vast sums went into cutting-edge equipment and expensive materials, as Marcus plumbed the depths of knowledge beyond anything Man dared to explore. Theories long-discarded by 'legitimate' science or not even dreamed of were his fodder, from teleportation to molecular conversion.
When he was 23, he built what he intended to be a time machine, simply for the novelty of it, and based on principles he had discovered and greedily kept to himself. On paper, it functioned perfectly. When fired, he found he had 'time travelled' only in the sense of vanishing from reality for a full year while experiencing only a blink and reappearing in the same spot. More notably, though he did not discover this for a time, some side effect of the trip had rendered him partially outside time - he now aged physically at a quarter of the rate normal humans did. Sadly, this was the last straw to crack his sanity and instil his belief in having become an Ubermensch. His experiments continued for years, steadily draining his resources while drifting further and further away from anything human science considered possible. Eventually he ran out of money entirely, but rather than give up his work, began selling his inventions to anyone who would buy them - usually criminals and despots who only cared for the horrors they could do, rather than the principles they ran on. Even his failures made for good money to the scum of the earth, and with time, he eventually found himself in a lab complex of Evil Industries with an unlimited line of credit and free reign to build anything he could dream of.
Personality: Loony. Wacky. Several knives short of a silverware drawer. Unhinged. Nuts. Off the deep end. If it's a synonym for 'insane' and you can name it, it applies to Dr. Vanderburg. It's debatable whether he even recognizes other people as fellow human beings, with his inconsistent and unpredictable modes of address. Most of his time is spent in his laboratories designing, building, and testing his latest impossible invention, and whenever he finds one stable enough to be distributed for 'clinical trials', as he calls them, his manner is exhuberant to the point of childlike glee. He always insists on minutely detailed reports of their effects and side effects, no matter how successful or graphically and gorily disastrous, and remains unmoved by any sort of humanitarian concerns.