Dr. Mustermann

Dr. Rupert Maximilian (a.k.a. Max Mustermann)

Written by: Null Kit

In the life of a career criminal, only one thing is guaranteed to be in abundance: grievous bodily injuries. To any burgeoning shadowrunner, the most important contact you can have is a street-doctor, a medical professional willing and able to perform an array of medical procedures - ranging from treating simple injuries and prescriping medications to the installation of complex cybernetic systems - whilst providing a level of discretion and privacy to their clientele that legitimate medical provider cannot. They must be competant, reliable and trustworthy above all else.
The Good Doctor is at least two of those things.
Dr. Mustermann has acquired a well-earned reputation for being especially callous and miserly as the The Black Unicorn Society's newest in-house street-doctor, prioritising his own financial gain over any sense of sentiment or altruism that might plague other street-doctors, to the point of openly admitting his practice of increasing prices for those who appear more desperate for the surgery. This behavior of his is tolerated in part due to the lack of qualified black-market medical care in Raleigh, and the unfortunate fact that for all his frugality and self-centeredness, Dr. Mustermann is a frighteningly competant doctor and cybertechnician, who when paid in full can be consistantly trusted to hold up his end of the contract.
As with many subcontractors of the Black Unicorn, Rupert's services are availible to anybody who can pay the costs, but should you choose to take advantage of this, a word of advice: Leave your wallet with a friend.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Procuring information regarding Dr. Mustermann's upbringing has proven to be a simple task, owing to his extended family's extended presence and fidelity to the German go-gang 'Rote Kinder' (Red Children),leaving a sizeable paper-trail of criminal activity and surprisingly un-secured inter-gang communicationi. Mustermann, born Rupert Maximilian, was reluctant to participate in such activities, as were his parents, and so instead he chose the 'legitimate' route of pursuing a career in medicine.
o fund this aspiration, Rupert took on an apprenticeship in a local tatto and piercing parlour, learning and applying the trades of body-modification while moonlighting at the then-legitimized Berlin-Brandenburg School for Regenerative Therapies for appropriate education and certification in medicine and applied-cybernetics. The hand-eye coordination required for body-modification proved pertinent for his burgeoning skills as a surgeon and vice-versa, and before his graduation from the BBS he had acquired a solid reputation as a tattoo artist. Such skill however, led to the Rote Kinder and the members of Rupert's family who were loyal to the gang taking a renewed interest in the young man.
After Rupert's graduation the Rote Kinder made a very simple and easy-to-understand proposition: Work for us, tattoo our members and treat our injuries, or we make you and your family's existence hell. Rupert, inexperienced and naive at the time, accepted the terms and in lieu of the clean-modern hospitals he was trained to expect in his education, he began his first enterprises in medicine in the basement of the gang's own tattoo parlour, patching up bullet-wounds and applying the gang's brand on newly admitted members, all beneath the notice of the school he continued to patronise.
Rupert's forced internship with the Rote Kinder would continue for a number of years until early 2072, when his luck would take a further turn for the worse. One of the gang's riders, an Andrew 'Buster' Katzer, was brought into the parlour-turned-clinic with a fractured skull and six pieces of 00-buckshot embedded in his torso, in the aftermath of an unusually violent turf-war. In spite of the above-average medical amenities at Rupert's disposal, the would-be doctor was unable to prevent the gastrointestinal perforation from becoming infected and Buster died a slow, indignant death of septic shock.

A lot of people think it's worse to get shot in the chest 'cause that's where your heart and lungs are, but the truth ain't that simple. As Buster just demonstrated, getting shot in the gut has a pretty bad survival-rate even with decent medical access.

— Clock-Opera

Under most circumstances, the death of a single go-ganger despite attempts at medical-care is treated as an unfortunate but ultimately understandable part of the lifestyle, but unfortunately for Rupert, Buster's own father, Horst Katzer, was leader of the Rote Kinder at the time, and he was decidedly less understanding of the situation, a sentiment he made clear with inordinate amounts of automatic gunfire in Rupert's direction. Fortunately for Rupert, the disregard for friendly-fire in Horst's attempt on Rupert's life led to retaliation from other members of the gang in the vicinity, and the Rote Kinder imploded into a self-destructive civil war, and Rupert was able to vacate the area in the chaos. Such fortune was unfortunately short-lived however, as CCTV footage recovered in the aftermath finally blew the proverbial lid on Rupert's membership with a dangerous go-gang, costing him the remainder of his medical education and forcing him into hiding.
Through various connections and favors owed by those in the underworld that were sympathetic to Rupert's position, he was eventually able to escape his status as a wanted felon and unwilling involvement in the downfall of the Rote Kinder by illegally migrating to the CAS, and eventually to Raleigh, North Carolina. In exchange for his safe passage, Rupert was 'sponsored' by a local criminal-organisation, the Black Unicorn Society and given a new (albeit flimsy) identity as a veterinarian, in exchange for his talents as an ilicit medical professional, a fate which Rupert Maximilian, now 'Max Mustermann', resigned himself to.

Question: Why do the Black Unicorns need a street-doc? I thought they all get their medical-care legit, right?

— Clock-Block

Legit medical care's good for things you can explain or bribe away, but when one of your SINless contacts has a sucking chest-wound from picking a fight in the barrens, or they've got a new piece of cyberware to install that's still attched to its previous owner, having a doctor and a clinic where there's zero chance of questions being asked can come in handy.

— Redhat

Education

Full high-school qualifications, partial education from the Berlin-Brandenburg School for Regenerative Therapies.

Employment

Currently employed full-time as a Veterinarian/Street-Doctor

Metatype

Human

Ethnicity

European Caucasian

Current Location

Raleigh, North Carolina

Year of Birth

2047 33 Years old

Birthplace

Berlin, AGL

Pronouns

He/Him

Eyes

Blue, prosthetic

Hair

Copper

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

White

Height

6'2''

Weight

215 lb.

Aligned Organization

The Black Unicorn Society

Known Languages

English, German

Connection Rating

2