⤷⤷ ゙|| Colleague... // Shpletten Shprits || ˎˊ˗

Name: Shpletten Shpritz. Gender: Male. Age: 37 y.o. Height: 194 cm.

Build: Shpletten has a well-built body. Appearance: He has very pale skin with bags under his eyes and small scars and moles all over his body. He has a small beard on his chin. Eyes: He has scarlet-red eyes, but his pupils are of different sizes: the right one is large and the left one is very small.

Hair: Shpletten has dark turquoise hair that reaches the middle of his back. His hair is almost always tousled, with his bangs falling slightly over his eyes. However, during operations, he ALWAYS pulls his hair back into a bun and keeps his bangs out of sight. Clothes: He wears a white turtleneck with a long neck, over which he wears a black long-sleeved shirt, a white medical coat with the sleeves rolled up, and black pants and shoes. He also wears a blue-and-gray striped tie, a watch, and glasses, and is often seen wearing blue medical gloves.

Voice: He has a husky, deep voice with a strong German accent. Personality: He has a calm, good-natured personality. Due to his profession, he is quite stoic, so he doesn't care about certain situations. A little crazy. Nationality: German. Occupation: He is a surgeon.

Backstory: Schpletten Spritz was born on November 25, 1959. Schpletten was born into a fairly well-off German family that was able to provide him with a good education and fund his university studies to become a surgeon. He spent about 11 or 12 years training as a surgeon—from the age of 18 until he was 28 or 29. He enjoyed the training... perhaps a little too much. He was fascinated by the very concept of healing people by cutting them open and delving into their essence—their guts. In short, he lost his mind a bit during his studies. In the 1980s, he was well-groomed; his hair was slicked back and kept at a moderate length, though he sported a bit of stubble. Many regarded him as a good person, student, son, and surgeon. However, after finishing his training and landing a job, he completely lost his grip on reality. Yet, because his parents were wealthy and influential, no one dared to fire him. Besides, as long as he wasn't harming patients, nobody really cared. Around the age of 29 or 30, Schpletten stopped caring about his hair—it became straw-like, long, and stuck out in every direction—and he stopped shaving, too. He was too preoccupied with studying human insides. He loved the sensation of warm organs in his gloved hands—slippery, warm... alive. Towards the end of the 1990s, Schpletten realized he had a fetish or kink for sex while fully dressed in surgical scrubs—specifically in a submissive role.