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[b]Name:[/b] Körbl Meier

[b]Known Aliases:[/b] Messer, Blatt Meister, that fucking loony with a hardon for swords (Courtesy of the Brooklyn Police Commissioner).

[b]Appearance:[/b] A man that's into his late twenties with blonde short hair with his hair line past the eyes, giving the impression his eyes are covered. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Clean-shaven before but sporting a short beard now due to his imprisonment. A normal-looking prisoner that would've fit in most heavy prison, if one ignore that his hands are forever cuffed together alongside a heavy chain ball to each of his ankles. A single one nearing 250 KG, totaling to 500 kg pieces of metal being dragged by him. 
 
[b]Psyche Profile:[/b] Remarkably well-behaved, straight-forward, and taciturn compared to the other rowdy prisoners but the warden knows better due to his background. Prisoners that are strong, or decent enough for Meier standards are often sought and challenged by him. Solely for the thrills or overcoming himself to be stronger. Five or four inmates that lacked the sense to refuse were demolished brutally, since then, not many dared to take upon his challenge and tried to stay away. 

This is the most problematic aspect of Meier, even before his imprisonment, Meier continued this streak of violence all across Europe, then Asia, before finally being arrested in New York City. All of it followed the same pattern, fight after fight, ranging from gangsters, mafias, local enforcement, assassins, army, guerillas and even super-heroes.

A sole dedication, perhaps even insanity, to seek nothing but strength.

[b]Background:[/b] Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, was that Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, or aliens, perhaps one or the other.

Regardless of its source, it granted Meier an increase of physical prowess and capabilities to recuperate from his wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb, Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans.

This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques. One that tried to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Studying it from young by his watchful and earnest father, Meier took to it like fish to water. At a young age, he was close to rivaling his father.

Yet what was the point of the art dedicated to war without war? 

This gnawed at Meier, eating him inside out until it all came to a point where Meier slew a gangster that held a gun, threatening to shoot him and a local shop owner in the middle of attempted larceny. Using nothing but a knife, Meier slice the gangster in half. It took barely any effort for him to end a life but the overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating.

Since then, Meier left his home behind to seek out nothing but ways to test himself with his sword and body. Each one feeding into his desire to hone himself to become stronger, faster, more skilled. To reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and beyond. Europe, Asia, and then America, it all came to a point where he was bested by a far stronger hero that overpowered him and broke his swords as well.

Despite this defeat, Meier never stopped looking outside of the world. Hoping one day for another rematch. After all, he finally found the challenge he so wanted.

Why would he stop now?
 
[b]Skills, Talents and Learning:[/b] His numerous brush with opponents with guns, blade, blunt weapons, rods, and rare high-tech weapon had given Meier a strong sense of survival instinct, reflexes and instinct. Capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders. Even mundane weapons like the small box-cutter blade, butterfly and kitchen knife in Meier's hands turn into a deadly instrument. If not because of his villainous career, he would've been the undisputed sword champion for decades to come. 

[b]Power(s) and Capabilities:[/b] Demi-god or Terrestrial constitution: Meier body was much stronger than with no muscular loss and allowing him to push it beyond the limits. He had went from a regular human to being able to tussle with low-ranking super-heroes easily, combined with limited self-regeneration that always keeps his body to its peak. This elevated Meier speed and strength to the point anyone outside of superheroes often be beaten easily. Even mid-tier heroes had to be wary of Meier physical power before taking account of his sword capabilities.

[b]Power Limits:[/b] Despite this seemingly unending growth, it's still a slow climb and further efforts to push past his limits had been slow. He had been at a plateau for years before his defeat, hence why he had to fight someone that was way beyond his power. Experts estimated that it would've taken twenty years or longer to push past his current body. Keeping him at a known level at least for now barring an intense fight that pushes Meier over the edge that his body improves itself.
 
[b]Known Vulnerabilities:[/b] Tear/stun/flash grenade, sleeping gas, tranquilizers, poison, chemical or biological attack all work well on Meier as despite his strength and speed, he is still very vulnerable to attacks to the senses. Restraining him, while requiring many personnel sacrifices, electrocution and cables, works just as well. 

[b]Motives:[/b] To once again fight the hero that defeated him and stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. After wading through so much blood, bodies and bones, he had finally found the high peaks of superheroes and supervillains. That there are still bigger fishes that he can fry. There's no way he'll sit by and rot.

Perhaps he'll die in the process ignobly, chasing a fool's dream but for Miere, it was more than worth it to break free from this cage.

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[b]Recommended Containment Procedures:[/b] 
- Do not allow any objects within subject that can be used as weapon.
- increase weight of cuffs and ball periodically before the body can adapt to it. 
-Inmates of known strength, combat or myriad abilities are to never come in contact with subject. Last altercation with another inmate had occurred and ended within less than a second. Weaker subjects are allowed but still under heavy observation, guards with nets, fast acting tranquilizers, tasers should be close by.
- His cell are to be flooded with gas immediately should subject attempt escape
-There are no keys for subject cuffs, it's to be rivetted and locked in place by welding to restrain arm movement.

[b]Notes:[/b] Subject is known to read plenty of books and likes to paint. Only known time where subject is extremely cooperative with the guards and warden to gain access to painting supplies. Everything is to be tallied and check at the end.
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