Hans Bell

Name: Hans Bell
Race: Human (With Austrian features)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6''
Eye Color: n/a
Hair Color: n/a

Hans is a transhuman offworlder who owns a small home in Negav. Most of his body is mechanical due to a life changing operation. The only parts of him that remain organic are his left arm, his right fore arm, his right leg, his right shoulder, and most of his upper torso. His mechanical implants are silvery colored steel, his right forearm is organic, but also has mechanical implants to prevent muscle decay. His stomach region is artificial, however it houses his organs, most of which are sustained by implants as well. His belly button is a circular outlet for which a tube is inserted to feed him via IV as he does not have a head. Unlike most humans, he does not need much organic supplements to sustain him. Often times, he can just run on electricity of any kind to sustain his implants. Food, water, and other supplements are still necessary to him but on a weekly basis rather than daily. As for the matter of his brain, parts of them which contain his emotions, memory, consciousness, judgement, and creativity are surgically placed in his chest cavity. The brain parts are implanted to keep them active and stable where they are, while processing units are added on to control his motor functions. The sensory equipment, along with the electric voice box, are stored in the artifical neck stub so that Hans may function normally like that of a human being... with the exception of eating with a mouth.

Hans wears a white dress shirt, a red bowtie and black suspender pants. He often wears black leather gloves and shoes to keep people's attention away from his artificial parts and more into his music, though does little good considering how people see that he has no head. In Felarya, he often wanders around with a wooden keyboard on his back.

Hans was born both a blessed and cursed child. He was diagnosed with an illness that rotted most of his being, it had said that his life expectancy was 30 years at best before the illness would corrupt all of his vital parts. Having no wishes to care for him, his parents had left him in an orphanage where he was secluded, but cared for by the caretaker, who became a grandfatherly figure to Hans and taught him the joys of music on the piano. Over the years, as sick and abandoned as he was, Hans' love for music and dedication for the piano led him to become famous on his world, where he was loved by many adoring fans. His music brought such emotion and charmed the hearts of thousands who have heard his concerts. But at the age of 24, Hans was given an ultimatum, whether to risk his life now to save whatever he had left in an experimental surgery, or to live off the last 5 years in death. He chose the surgery in hopes of living longer in his world, and it had paid off... at a terrible price. The surgery itself was a risk that Hans knew could kill him right then and there, but he also knew that it was a chance for him to increase his life span dramatically, so after the waiver was signed, he was sent to the operating room by the doctor who performed the surgery. During the surgery, the doctor had realized that certain unprecedented modifications had to be made to keep Hans alive, the removal of his head and the implantation of sensory equipment in his neck stub was something that no one had foreseen, except maybe the doctor who only saw it as a slight possibility. The head could not be preserved, but parts of his brain that held his memories, emotions, creativity, and reasoning could be salvaged and was thus surgically implanted in empty spaces of his chest cavity, which were all kept alive through several implants. When Hans woke up from his surgery, he immediately knew something was wrong when he noticed that his groan sounded monotonous and electric. When the doctor gave him an image of himself in the mirror, Hans panicked and went in a frenzy, flipping tables and smashing windows before storming out of the building in utter despair as if he were trapped in a nightmare. With his head and most of his limbs gone, people could no longer appreciate his work because of how repulsive his new look was. He had no one else in the world, his Caretaker, the only one who truly loved him as he was, had died of old age during his surgery. Drowning in sadness and despair, Hans attempted to commit suicide as he jumped off the bridge, little did he know that he had stumbled into a dimensional portal towards the Felaryan world. As Hans woke up, he began to question and even criticize his very existence, but though as depressed as he was, he decided that even suicide would not be satisfying to him, so now he wanders around Felarya, wanting to find that satisfaction that had eluded him for years. His music, though extremely touching to the soul, could now only touch souls with sounds of sadness and melancholy.

Hans is a reserved fellow, often depressing and shy. He does not really care for conversations with people he knows would never care for someone like him. He often holds a low self-image of himself, not even recognizing the genius of his piano talents. His electronically monotonous voice often keeps others at a distance. This history of prevailed loneliness has often given him a paradoxical need for companionship. Most of the time in Felarya he is kept from being eaten usually through his questionable appearance, which often makes predators think that he is unappetizing or poisonous, or his music, which instills feelings of sympathy and sadness into the predators.

Alright, Beefnautz, as requested, I've read this bio. Here's what I've got.

First of all, this surgery seems controversial. Cutting the brain stem, or even moving it, isn't a good idea. So I have to ask if this surgery was experimental (thus bringing into question how he got to be a test subject), or if Hans already knew he'd end up like that, and so did some of his fans.

I also think that if they can put your brain in your belly, them guys got to be able to handle vinyl or CDs. Having trouble filling concerts is one thing- having trouble selling CDs is another. If you're trying to show how black he had it, I'd recommend that instead of turning to sad songs, he turned to more artistic ones that didn't sell so well, thus tragically ending his career- he needs a little more tragedy than turning into the Phantom of the Opera. What about the people close to him, did he have any? If he was so sick, someone had to have been taking care of him- a mom, a friend, a girlfriend... I think that could hit some more notes of that sort.

Those are the ideas I got, at least.

I hope this last edit is a good one