Post by DornKoon on Feb 15, 2024 11:13:10 GMT
General Information
*Disclaimer - Things Dr Doofenshmirtz says about himself and his background may be partly fabricated; you have been warned.
Name:
I’m the great Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz
Race:
Last time I checked, I was still Human, unlike my ex-wife.
Gender:
Fun fact: it comes from the Latin word for “type”. But… that’s not what you wanted to know… fine… Male
Role:
They call me a Villain. Is it because I tend to wreak generally "evil" havoc? Anyone could have a company called Evil Incorporated; it's very common!
Origin World:
Those key kids like to call it Humanity’s Haven, but I call it home… or Earth.
Age:
You have to know this? Are we talking about dog years? Or perhaps tree-years? No? Fine… 47.
History:
My Horrible Childhood
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Since the beginning of my life, I never had a wonderful or even "normal" life. My parents never loved me or cared if I was there; thinking about it, I’m not even sure they knew I existed most of the time. In short, my childhood… was horrible! Mom and Dad did not bother to show up when I was born. Since year one, I had to celebrate my birthdays and important milestones alone. I threw myself surprise birthday parties once at Gunther Goat Cheese's. I also made a cake once, but… bats ate it.
Once, my parents, a rare time when they remembered I existed, disowned me, forcing me to survive on my own. I came to live with ocelots! With a need for money, I also did whatever work I could find, such as being the ball to throw at the target on the dunk tank at a carnival. I also… began to emanate a smell of pork so strong that no one would come near me. It was a lonely few years. Still, it could have been worse. I did have one friend, Balloony, my first creation. He kept me company. Or as much company as a face painted on a balloon could be.
… anyway… moving on!
Eventually, my parents did come around, and for a brief moment… I had hope. Of course, that did not last. My father had lost so much money that they repossessed everything, even his priced collection of garden gnomes. All he wanted was to replace his garden gnomes… with me. Without food or water, I was forced to stand in my parents' garden, dressed as a gnome. I was not allowed to move in the slightest for any reason, and in hindsight, I think my father had an unhealthy obsession with gnomes.
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You would have thought they would let me stop being a gnome when my father won an award-winning dog that brought him both fame and fortune, and he could have replaced ALL the gnomes he lost, but… no. I was still the gnome. Figures…
Now, where was I… oh yes, Roger, my brother.
Our mother was certain he would be a girl. She had never been known as a psychic, so I don’t understand where that came from! She made all these lovely dresses for the awaited “princess.” My stupid brother is many things, but a princess is not one of them.
Someone had to wear those dresses, and it was not Roger. Yes, yes, it was me. I was forced to wear the dresses… for one whole year, including a harsh winter, even if a dress during summer was very breezy and nice. I would never begrudge anyone the option to wear a dress; more power to you. I’m very much against forcing someone to do it. We’re better than that; come on, people.
This is taking too long. Let’s speed through the rest of my early childhood with this bullet-point list.
The Still bad but less horrible teenage years!
I was about… 15 when I discovered that I could not grow a beard, and I also realised that everyone with a beard had one to spite me. Also, at this age, I was a big face in the "Shadow Puppet" business, so good was I that I began dating and had my very own little darling "Fräulein". Until that was ruined by a boy from my village with big hands; his name was “Huge-Hands-Hans”. It is funny how his parents knew he would get big hands as a baby. He said my shadow puppets were garbage and stole my "Fräulein".
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I moved to the Tri-State Area at the age of 16, well… moving is a strong word for what it was; my parents got tired of me… and tricked me into going to the "Schtor", which turned out to be a painting hiding the entrance to a ship bound for America.
I did get into painting but could never find a muse. Once I finally found one, I worked tirelessly for years… making my masterpiece, magnum opus, macarena, and cheddar cheese! I was too proud! I rushed off to tell my brother, in highlight… not the best move, Roger's food spilt onto my beloved artwork.
Let’s say we did not get a better relationship after that…
How could a baking soda volcano read poetry!?
I devoted my life to poetry competitions during my college years. One of my poems was
Curiously, I still lost to a baking soda volcano, although a baking soda volcano shouldn't be able to recite poetry that outclassed me or any poetry. I still don’t know how that happened.
Still, this was also the time of my life when I joined Evil School and went to college, where I began to further my career in the field of… EVIL! But... also science.
I met another scientist in those days; Drew and I have been good friends since we worked on a project together. Most people know him as Dr Drakken these days. There is nothing like some professional competitions to keep the inspiration flowing. He is a few years younger than me, but I’m not one to judge… as far as evil scientists go, he at least respects my genius and understands the annoyance of having a perfectly laid plan ruined… repeatedly. Evil is not cheap. As for disrespect, I did create something of a rivalry with another scientist, one Standford Filbrick Pines... He was an older type and did not get along very well with Drew and me. It might have been because we often broke into his laboratory.
I also started my very own company when I was young, and it sold Bratwurst. I called it Doofenshmirtz's Quality Bratwurst; I know, not much imagination, and not even an Inator in there… which… I need to write that down. Bratwurstinator… I’m sure I can use that for… something. What a productive day! Anyways, where were we? Oh yes, my first company. It tanked…. People only wanted to eat hot dogs, and now no one remembers there used to be vendors selling Bratwurst, I flame TV, and hot dogs, which is just false advertisement. I have tested one, and there is no trace of a dog inside them at all.
Things looked up, and then came… Perry.
during my time at community college, I met Charlene, and we fell madly in love with each other. I knew those classes and all my time writing poetry had not gone to waste! I also neglected to mention that I was evil, but it never came up in conversation. We married, and shortly after, we had our little girl, Vanessa.
I love that girl and want to ensure her childhood is not as horrible as mine. I never once forgot her birthday and made sure to make each one special. She was always a very serious child and still is today.
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Sadly, my marriage would not last, and it all fell apart due to Mr. Tomato; I should never have made that puppet. So, Charlene and I divorced amicably, and we always ensured Vanessa knew she was not the cause of our splitting. I’m making sure to bring my sweet girl into the family business; she seems keen on it. What father would not be proud of his daughter following him in the footsteps of evil?
I also started my second company, or was this now… or was it earlier? It might have been before I married Charlene… was it after? It was after my apprenticeship with Professor Destructicon, and about the same time, Drew and I went on that skiing trip… nevermind let's just put it here. I founded Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated and began my quest for a global takeover of the Tri-State Area. That was when I first met… Perry the Platypus.
He reminds me a little of you, a mysterious ghostwriter, but without that moustache and with a hat. It's funny how that happens a lot.
Perry has been my nemesis and recurring thorn in my side, or platypus. So many of my schemes have been foiled, but if he thinks I’m giving up, he’s got another thing coming. He won't be able to stop me this time! But we’ll get to that later; I don’t want to spoil anything… I have a feeling this biography will be amazing.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
I'm not very... How do the kids say it these days... Handsome. I'm well aware of how ugly I am; who would not think that about themselves with this weirdly shaped, pointy, crooked nose and a very oddly shaped, pointed chin? Having horse-like teeth, with dark bags under my blue eyes, doesn't make it any better. I'm 6' 2" (1.88 m) tall and very slender, but sadly, I slouch, which causes me to appear shorter. Just look at these hands, all bony and gangly; there is no meat on me... which is all the rage these days.
Clothing/Armor:
I was never one for fashion; I have more important things to deal with. I wear this black turtleneck sweater under a long, thin white lab coat, and for some reason, this makes people think of me as a pharmacist. As you can see, I also wear these long grey slacks, or dark green when I want to spice things up, and black shoes... sometimes with high heels.
Weapon(s):
and, like any respectable villain, I do have a selection of weapons. I don't have one on me right now, that would be rude. But, I would count several of my Inators as weapons, the chicken replace-inator, the invis-inator, and the Inator-inator, even if they don't do something like firing a bullet... Who uses those kinds of weapons these days anyways? Its so... what do kids say... basic? If you just harm someone, that is not as fun.
Misc.
Personality
General Personality:
Personality? It is only fair to look at how others describe my personality. I have my file from O.W.C.A... let's see what they say about me. Not the most flattering picture...
Goofy, eccentric, and overly-dramatic, Doofenshmirtz tends to babble and be rather random?! I am NOT overly dramatic, I'm theatrical, there's a difference. A cliche villain with a love for grand maniacal laughs and drawn-out, somewhat overdone monologues, an utterly incompetent schemer.Why are all these parts highlighted?! My plans usually have obvious and easily exploitable flaws!? You forget one time that the planet has a molten core, and you're labelled as a screwup for the rest of your life. Okay, if a few of my inventions have oddly placed features, it is hardly my fault when people misuse them... cheating if you ask me. Let's see what else they insult me with...
He is a self-proclaimed, evil mad scientist who despises almost everything around him, including pelicans, ear hair and such obscure things such as musical instruments starting with the letter "B", and otherwise taking unnecessarily large amounts of effort to accomplish menial tasks, finding the simpler ways to be too much of a bother, as he once tried to take Big Ben instead of go out and buy a wall clock. Well, it- I'm offended! Besides, it would have worked...
Likes/Dislikes:
Well, that made me angry. I need to get some aggression out, so I made a short list of everything I dislike... and like... to prove a point.
Dr Doofenshmirtz's Top Least Favourite Things, at least right now...
Rice pudding
Roger
Mother & Father
Being called a Pharmacist
Slushy the Clown
Huge Hands Hans
Only Son
Baking soda volcanoes
Hot dog vendors
People dressed in sandwich suits
Songs about the moon
Whales
Public pools
Golf
Pretzels
Bellhops
Underwater Welders
Musical instruments starting with the letter "B"
Perry the Platypus
Attacking Children
My dream is to take over the whole of the TRI-STATE Area!
and also:
Watch Vanessa grow up, and protect her.
Make more -Inators.
Get enough wotes to rename Villainous Inc.
Get my hands on one of those Key sword things.
Abilities
Skills:
I'll let you know that, despite my recurring failures, I am a very skilled scientist, inventor and builder of deadly devices ending with -inator. I am knowledgeable in all forms of fields, such as engineering, chemistry, biology, quantum physics, and even construction. I can make almost anything in record time; give me a day and some material, and I will have an amazing invention before you know it. I'm also very proud of my improvisation skills, being able to make antidotes and new machines from cannibalized parts.
I'll also let you know that I may not be the strongest person; I'm pretty weak... let's be honest. But I have durability; I could survive things that would put other men in the ground permanently, regularly. Have you ever fallen off a building this high and returned relatively ok? I do not think so, but I have... on numerous occasions. I can also run faster than a panda but... slower than a Platypus.
Magic:
Magic? I'm rather good at making sleight-of-hand magic; I'm good at this partly due to my incredible upper-body dexterity. But actual magic? No, no... very unscientific.
Bond Information
Friends/Allies:
Friends and Allies? Well... suppose I can figure out at least a few of those. Now let's see, ahh, yes, of course. There is:
Dr Drakken
Dr. Drakken and I go way back. As I mentioned earlier, we met each other during my college years, and we still get together for the occasional game night, nothing like some canasta between friends I always say. I know he gets a bad rep for his inventions failing at times, and he seems oddly attached to mind control, but he is not so bad once you get to know him.
Vanessa Doofenshmirtz
I could never forget my daughter, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. Vanessa! Like I already mentioned before, I work hard to make sure that she has as good a childhood and life as possible, unlike the horrible things I had to endure. Lately, I have taken her on as my assistant, and hopefully, some of my evil will rub off on her. I try to make time for her whenever its my time to have her, with the other half being with her mother.
Charlene Doofenshmirtz
My ex-wife, Charlene. We've got an... amicable relationship, and we both agreed that is for the best for Vanessa. Suppose I should be thankful since the alimony she sends me regularly is what pays for most- what? Well... yes- all of my inventions, and that Island... and the blimp... and the castle. You get the point. But she wont ever know the difference, my expenses are a drop in the ocean for her.
Rivals/Enemies:
In this profession, you don't only have friends; in my case, I have far more enemies than friends. Most of them never write to me or bother to show up for game nights. You would think I had done something wrong.
Perry the Platypus
There he is the constant thorn in my side... the one who always turns up to ruin my plans for domination... of the tri-state area. I say, are you sure you're not related? I could have sworn we met before... oh well, moving on.
Stanford Filbrick Pines
Me and Stan Pines never did get along while I was at college, and he worked there... not seen him in ages; maybe he's dead?
Faction Link(s):
Villainous Inc.L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.
Ahh, yes, my esteemed colleagues in villainy and evil. There are a few of them I can't stand, but we maintain a professional work environment. I just found the name, so what do kids say these days? It's basic. I regularly voice options during meetings, but people without any sense of humour like to vote me down each time. There is nothing wrong with The League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness; at least it has more personality.
Heroes of Haven
What is there to say about them? The so-called heroes always have to put their foot in my cornflakes. The moment I try to do just a little domination, they come knocking at your door... worse, they never knock, they just come inside and wreak my things. And they call us criminals?!
The Keyblade Union
Wait... these guys are not the same as the Heroes of Haven? They could have fooled me; they act just the same, with the same blatant disregard for private property. And what's with the oversized keys they run around with? And where can I get one? I could use one for my extensive key collection.
Journal Info (O.W.C.A. File)
Journal Blurb:
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz: A curious blend of brilliance and bumbling. Eccentric to the core, with a penchant for villainy, Doofenshmirtz is a puzzle wrapped in a lab coat. As stated by the organization O.W.C.A. Doofenshmirtz, the third great threat is a prime example of what happens when ambition surpasses talent in a world teeming with heroes and villains.
Quote:
"How unexpected! And by unexpected, I mean completely expected!"
Notes:
Bad-at-being-Evil/"Repulsive"/Genius Inventor/-Inators/Present Father/Tragic Backstories/Sarcastic
RP Sample:
" And that should be enough for today," said Dr Doofenshmirtz, adjusting his lab coat. "I think we made great progress on my biography. I was not even sure I was old enough to make one, but here we are."
After a few moments of awkward silence, Doofenshmirtz cleared his throat.
"You're not a very talkative fellow, but suppose that is for the best if you're a ghostwriter, eh?" Doofenshmirtz chuckled at his joke. "No, but seriously, do say something. Are you some mute ghostwriter?"
The "ghostwriter" took off his glasses/fake moustache, revealing the Platypus beneath.
"A mute ghostwriting Platypus?"
The "mute ghostwriting Platypus" put on his hat.
"Perry the Mute Ghostwriting Platypus?!" Exclaimed Doofenshmirtz before pausing and furrowing his brow. "Are you working as a ghostwriter? I didn't even know you could write... give me that!" Doofenshmirtz snatched the notepad Perry had been using... "These are just squiggly lines... I know doctors have bad handwriting, but this is seriously bad, you should go back to..." the Dr looked up, finding the spot where Perry had been sitting empty. "school. Where did he go?"
There was a crash from the next room, followed by swingy Jazz music.
" Ah, he got caught in my newest invention, the Jazz-Hands-Inator. But Perry the Platypus won't be able to stop me this time! I was starting to wonder if he would turn up..." and Dr. Doofenshmirtz stood up before walking out into his laboratory.
*Disclaimer - Things Dr Doofenshmirtz says about himself and his background may be partly fabricated; you have been warned.
Name:
I’m the great Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz
Race:
Last time I checked, I was still Human, unlike my ex-wife.
Gender:
Fun fact: it comes from the Latin word for “type”. But… that’s not what you wanted to know… fine… Male
Role:
They call me a Villain. Is it because I tend to wreak generally "evil" havoc? Anyone could have a company called Evil Incorporated; it's very common!
Origin World:
Those key kids like to call it Humanity’s Haven, but I call it home… or Earth.
Age:
You have to know this? Are we talking about dog years? Or perhaps tree-years? No? Fine… 47.
History:
My Horrible Childhood
Since the beginning of my life, I never had a wonderful or even "normal" life. My parents never loved me or cared if I was there; thinking about it, I’m not even sure they knew I existed most of the time. In short, my childhood… was horrible! Mom and Dad did not bother to show up when I was born. Since year one, I had to celebrate my birthdays and important milestones alone. I threw myself surprise birthday parties once at Gunther Goat Cheese's. I also made a cake once, but… bats ate it.
Once, my parents, a rare time when they remembered I existed, disowned me, forcing me to survive on my own. I came to live with ocelots! With a need for money, I also did whatever work I could find, such as being the ball to throw at the target on the dunk tank at a carnival. I also… began to emanate a smell of pork so strong that no one would come near me. It was a lonely few years. Still, it could have been worse. I did have one friend, Balloony, my first creation. He kept me company. Or as much company as a face painted on a balloon could be.
… anyway… moving on!
Eventually, my parents did come around, and for a brief moment… I had hope. Of course, that did not last. My father had lost so much money that they repossessed everything, even his priced collection of garden gnomes. All he wanted was to replace his garden gnomes… with me. Without food or water, I was forced to stand in my parents' garden, dressed as a gnome. I was not allowed to move in the slightest for any reason, and in hindsight, I think my father had an unhealthy obsession with gnomes.
You would have thought they would let me stop being a gnome when my father won an award-winning dog that brought him both fame and fortune, and he could have replaced ALL the gnomes he lost, but… no. I was still the gnome. Figures…
Now, where was I… oh yes, Roger, my brother.
Our mother was certain he would be a girl. She had never been known as a psychic, so I don’t understand where that came from! She made all these lovely dresses for the awaited “princess.” My stupid brother is many things, but a princess is not one of them.
Someone had to wear those dresses, and it was not Roger. Yes, yes, it was me. I was forced to wear the dresses… for one whole year, including a harsh winter, even if a dress during summer was very breezy and nice. I would never begrudge anyone the option to wear a dress; more power to you. I’m very much against forcing someone to do it. We’re better than that; come on, people.
This is taking too long. Let’s speed through the rest of my early childhood with this bullet-point list.
- I was bullied by a boy named Boris, who liked to kick sand into my face so often that even when he did not show up… I expected him to.
- I was also bullied by a girl named Grulinda, who did not kick sand into my face but instead dumped buckets of water over me.
- I tried my hands… on hand magic, but when I tried to pull a rabbit out of a hat, I ended up with a skunk instead. I was a full adult before I tried my… uhm… hands on that again.
- During my first science fair, I made my first Inator, a laser I was mighty proud of… but lost to a baking soda volcano.
- I did not let that stop me. I came back the next year with my “Even-Bigger-Inator” but lost again to a baking soda volcano…
- I was attacked by bees at camp once. Still, thankfully, I only ended up with one sting… and numerous injuries due to falling from a hill while running from them.
The Still bad but less horrible teenage years!
I was about… 15 when I discovered that I could not grow a beard, and I also realised that everyone with a beard had one to spite me. Also, at this age, I was a big face in the "Shadow Puppet" business, so good was I that I began dating and had my very own little darling "Fräulein". Until that was ruined by a boy from my village with big hands; his name was “Huge-Hands-Hans”. It is funny how his parents knew he would get big hands as a baby. He said my shadow puppets were garbage and stole my "Fräulein".
I moved to the Tri-State Area at the age of 16, well… moving is a strong word for what it was; my parents got tired of me… and tricked me into going to the "Schtor", which turned out to be a painting hiding the entrance to a ship bound for America.
I did get into painting but could never find a muse. Once I finally found one, I worked tirelessly for years… making my masterpiece, magnum opus, macarena, and cheddar cheese! I was too proud! I rushed off to tell my brother, in highlight… not the best move, Roger's food spilt onto my beloved artwork.
Let’s say we did not get a better relationship after that…
How could a baking soda volcano read poetry!?
I devoted my life to poetry competitions during my college years. One of my poems was
The movies are grey.
The TV is black.
The horses are running.
Please bring me some food.
The TV is black.
The horses are running.
Please bring me some food.
Curiously, I still lost to a baking soda volcano, although a baking soda volcano shouldn't be able to recite poetry that outclassed me or any poetry. I still don’t know how that happened.
Still, this was also the time of my life when I joined Evil School and went to college, where I began to further my career in the field of… EVIL! But... also science.
I met another scientist in those days; Drew and I have been good friends since we worked on a project together. Most people know him as Dr Drakken these days. There is nothing like some professional competitions to keep the inspiration flowing. He is a few years younger than me, but I’m not one to judge… as far as evil scientists go, he at least respects my genius and understands the annoyance of having a perfectly laid plan ruined… repeatedly. Evil is not cheap. As for disrespect, I did create something of a rivalry with another scientist, one Standford Filbrick Pines... He was an older type and did not get along very well with Drew and me. It might have been because we often broke into his laboratory.
I also started my very own company when I was young, and it sold Bratwurst. I called it Doofenshmirtz's Quality Bratwurst; I know, not much imagination, and not even an Inator in there… which… I need to write that down. Bratwurstinator… I’m sure I can use that for… something. What a productive day! Anyways, where were we? Oh yes, my first company. It tanked…. People only wanted to eat hot dogs, and now no one remembers there used to be vendors selling Bratwurst, I flame TV, and hot dogs, which is just false advertisement. I have tested one, and there is no trace of a dog inside them at all.
Things looked up, and then came… Perry.
during my time at community college, I met Charlene, and we fell madly in love with each other. I knew those classes and all my time writing poetry had not gone to waste! I also neglected to mention that I was evil, but it never came up in conversation. We married, and shortly after, we had our little girl, Vanessa.
I love that girl and want to ensure her childhood is not as horrible as mine. I never once forgot her birthday and made sure to make each one special. She was always a very serious child and still is today.
Sadly, my marriage would not last, and it all fell apart due to Mr. Tomato; I should never have made that puppet. So, Charlene and I divorced amicably, and we always ensured Vanessa knew she was not the cause of our splitting. I’m making sure to bring my sweet girl into the family business; she seems keen on it. What father would not be proud of his daughter following him in the footsteps of evil?
I also started my second company, or was this now… or was it earlier? It might have been before I married Charlene… was it after? It was after my apprenticeship with Professor Destructicon, and about the same time, Drew and I went on that skiing trip… nevermind let's just put it here. I founded Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated and began my quest for a global takeover of the Tri-State Area. That was when I first met… Perry the Platypus.
He reminds me a little of you, a mysterious ghostwriter, but without that moustache and with a hat. It's funny how that happens a lot.
Perry has been my nemesis and recurring thorn in my side, or platypus. So many of my schemes have been foiled, but if he thinks I’m giving up, he’s got another thing coming. He won't be able to stop me this time! But we’ll get to that later; I don’t want to spoil anything… I have a feeling this biography will be amazing.
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
I'm not very... How do the kids say it these days... Handsome. I'm well aware of how ugly I am; who would not think that about themselves with this weirdly shaped, pointy, crooked nose and a very oddly shaped, pointed chin? Having horse-like teeth, with dark bags under my blue eyes, doesn't make it any better. I'm 6' 2" (1.88 m) tall and very slender, but sadly, I slouch, which causes me to appear shorter. Just look at these hands, all bony and gangly; there is no meat on me... which is all the rage these days.
Clothing/Armor:
I was never one for fashion; I have more important things to deal with. I wear this black turtleneck sweater under a long, thin white lab coat, and for some reason, this makes people think of me as a pharmacist. As you can see, I also wear these long grey slacks, or dark green when I want to spice things up, and black shoes... sometimes with high heels.
Weapon(s):
and, like any respectable villain, I do have a selection of weapons. I don't have one on me right now, that would be rude. But, I would count several of my Inators as weapons, the chicken replace-inator, the invis-inator, and the Inator-inator, even if they don't do something like firing a bullet... Who uses those kinds of weapons these days anyways? Its so... what do kids say... basic? If you just harm someone, that is not as fun.
Misc.
Personality
General Personality:
Personality? It is only fair to look at how others describe my personality. I have my file from O.W.C.A... let's see what they say about me. Not the most flattering picture...
Goofy, eccentric, and overly-dramatic, Doofenshmirtz tends to babble and be rather random?! I am NOT overly dramatic, I'm theatrical, there's a difference. A cliche villain with a love for grand maniacal laughs and drawn-out, somewhat overdone monologues, an utterly incompetent schemer.Why are all these parts highlighted?! My plans usually have obvious and easily exploitable flaws!? You forget one time that the planet has a molten core, and you're labelled as a screwup for the rest of your life. Okay, if a few of my inventions have oddly placed features, it is hardly my fault when people misuse them... cheating if you ask me. Let's see what else they insult me with...
He is a self-proclaimed, evil mad scientist who despises almost everything around him, including pelicans, ear hair and such obscure things such as musical instruments starting with the letter "B", and otherwise taking unnecessarily large amounts of effort to accomplish menial tasks, finding the simpler ways to be too much of a bother, as he once tried to take Big Ben instead of go out and buy a wall clock. Well, it- I'm offended! Besides, it would have worked...
Likes/Dislikes:
Well, that made me angry. I need to get some aggression out, so I made a short list of everything I dislike... and like... to prove a point.
Dr Doofenshmirtz's Top Least Favourite Things, at least right now...
Rice pudding
Roger
Mother & Father
Being called a Pharmacist
Slushy the Clown
Huge Hands Hans
Only Son
Baking soda volcanoes
Hot dog vendors
People dressed in sandwich suits
Songs about the moon
Whales
Public pools
Golf
Pretzels
Bellhops
Underwater Welders
Musical instruments starting with the letter "B"
Perry the Platypus
Attacking Children
E.T.C.
Dr Doofenshmirtz's Top 5 Likable Things - In your face, unlikable things!
Inventing his own inators
Vanessa
Self-destruct buttons
Almond brittle
Evil
Dreams/Goals:Dr Doofenshmirtz's Top 5 Likable Things - In your face, unlikable things!
Inventing his own inators
Vanessa
Self-destruct buttons
Almond brittle
Evil
My dream is to take over the whole of the TRI-STATE Area!
and also:
Watch Vanessa grow up, and protect her.
Make more -Inators.
Get enough wotes to rename Villainous Inc.
Get my hands on one of those Key sword things.
Abilities
Skills:
I'll let you know that, despite my recurring failures, I am a very skilled scientist, inventor and builder of deadly devices ending with -inator. I am knowledgeable in all forms of fields, such as engineering, chemistry, biology, quantum physics, and even construction. I can make almost anything in record time; give me a day and some material, and I will have an amazing invention before you know it. I'm also very proud of my improvisation skills, being able to make antidotes and new machines from cannibalized parts.
I'll also let you know that I may not be the strongest person; I'm pretty weak... let's be honest. But I have durability; I could survive things that would put other men in the ground permanently, regularly. Have you ever fallen off a building this high and returned relatively ok? I do not think so, but I have... on numerous occasions. I can also run faster than a panda but... slower than a Platypus.
Magic:
Magic? I'm rather good at making sleight-of-hand magic; I'm good at this partly due to my incredible upper-body dexterity. But actual magic? No, no... very unscientific.
Bond Information
Friends/Allies:
Friends and Allies? Well... suppose I can figure out at least a few of those. Now let's see, ahh, yes, of course. There is:
Dr Drakken
Dr. Drakken and I go way back. As I mentioned earlier, we met each other during my college years, and we still get together for the occasional game night, nothing like some canasta between friends I always say. I know he gets a bad rep for his inventions failing at times, and he seems oddly attached to mind control, but he is not so bad once you get to know him.
Vanessa Doofenshmirtz
I could never forget my daughter, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. Vanessa! Like I already mentioned before, I work hard to make sure that she has as good a childhood and life as possible, unlike the horrible things I had to endure. Lately, I have taken her on as my assistant, and hopefully, some of my evil will rub off on her. I try to make time for her whenever its my time to have her, with the other half being with her mother.
Charlene Doofenshmirtz
My ex-wife, Charlene. We've got an... amicable relationship, and we both agreed that is for the best for Vanessa. Suppose I should be thankful since the alimony she sends me regularly is what pays for most- what? Well... yes- all of my inventions, and that Island... and the blimp... and the castle. You get the point. But she wont ever know the difference, my expenses are a drop in the ocean for her.
Rivals/Enemies:
In this profession, you don't only have friends; in my case, I have far more enemies than friends. Most of them never write to me or bother to show up for game nights. You would think I had done something wrong.
Perry the Platypus
There he is the constant thorn in my side... the one who always turns up to ruin my plans for domination... of the tri-state area. I say, are you sure you're not related? I could have sworn we met before... oh well, moving on.
Stanford Filbrick Pines
Me and Stan Pines never did get along while I was at college, and he worked there... not seen him in ages; maybe he's dead?
Faction Link(s):
Ahh, yes, my esteemed colleagues in villainy and evil. There are a few of them I can't stand, but we maintain a professional work environment. I just found the name, so what do kids say these days? It's basic. I regularly voice options during meetings, but people without any sense of humour like to vote me down each time. There is nothing wrong with The League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness; at least it has more personality.
Heroes of Haven
What is there to say about them? The so-called heroes always have to put their foot in my cornflakes. The moment I try to do just a little domination, they come knocking at your door... worse, they never knock, they just come inside and wreak my things. And they call us criminals?!
The Keyblade Union
Wait... these guys are not the same as the Heroes of Haven? They could have fooled me; they act just the same, with the same blatant disregard for private property. And what's with the oversized keys they run around with? And where can I get one? I could use one for my extensive key collection.
Journal Info (O.W.C.A. File)
Journal Blurb:
Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz: A curious blend of brilliance and bumbling. Eccentric to the core, with a penchant for villainy, Doofenshmirtz is a puzzle wrapped in a lab coat. As stated by the organization O.W.C.A. Doofenshmirtz, the third great threat is a prime example of what happens when ambition surpasses talent in a world teeming with heroes and villains.
Quote:
"How unexpected! And by unexpected, I mean completely expected!"
Notes:
Bad-at-being-Evil/"Repulsive"/Genius Inventor/-Inators/Present Father/Tragic Backstories/Sarcastic
RP Sample:
" And that should be enough for today," said Dr Doofenshmirtz, adjusting his lab coat. "I think we made great progress on my biography. I was not even sure I was old enough to make one, but here we are."
After a few moments of awkward silence, Doofenshmirtz cleared his throat.
"You're not a very talkative fellow, but suppose that is for the best if you're a ghostwriter, eh?" Doofenshmirtz chuckled at his joke. "No, but seriously, do say something. Are you some mute ghostwriter?"
The "ghostwriter" took off his glasses/fake moustache, revealing the Platypus beneath.
"A mute ghostwriting Platypus?"
The "mute ghostwriting Platypus" put on his hat.
"Perry the Mute Ghostwriting Platypus?!" Exclaimed Doofenshmirtz before pausing and furrowing his brow. "Are you working as a ghostwriter? I didn't even know you could write... give me that!" Doofenshmirtz snatched the notepad Perry had been using... "These are just squiggly lines... I know doctors have bad handwriting, but this is seriously bad, you should go back to..." the Dr looked up, finding the spot where Perry had been sitting empty. "school. Where did he go?"
There was a crash from the next room, followed by swingy Jazz music.
" Ah, he got caught in my newest invention, the Jazz-Hands-Inator. But Perry the Platypus won't be able to stop me this time! I was starting to wonder if he would turn up..." and Dr. Doofenshmirtz stood up before walking out into his laboratory.
