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Dr. JULIUS ROBERT OPPENHEIMER PHYSICAL APPEARANCE - A man in his early forties, tall and thin. His hair is just beginning to show signs of salt and pepper brought on by age though his eyes are alight with the curiosity and enthusiasm of youth. Being a man out of time (not that he was particularly interested in fashion in his own era) Robert Oppenheimer is wrapped is a rather drab suit chosen more for it's utility than any kind of aesthetic considerations. Slung over his shoulder is a light brown, canvas messenger bag, presumably stuffed with supplies and in his hand a sharpened fire axe. MENTAL STATE - After acclimating to life in Malton Rob Oppenheimer’s mind immediately returned to scientific research. While his past experience had been as a theoretical physicist the conundrum of the unique human/zombie life cycle in Malton quickly garnered his attention. With some preliminary study into the transformation of human to zombie via the catalyst of death and then the subsequent revitalization brought about by injections of Nectrotech's revivication serum Dr. Oppenheimer came to the conclusion that it is possible for the survivors of Malton to wipe out the disease that is undeath. Unfortunately the conditions to achieve such a goal bordered on the impossible. Too much of Malton's living population find themselves content to flounder about, sleeping in malls or partaking in unearned revelry in local drinking establishments while entire suburbs of their city burn. Always one to stretch for unreachable goals, Rob Oppenheimer then made the decision to do his part in preparing the survivors of Malton for battle, to wake them up from their complacent slumber. The primary variable factoring into this violent and bloody equation was that in Malton death is, above all, temporary. Maybe by helping to expose the weakness of other survivors they will learn, develop new strategies and be more alert and in that new state find themselves more capable of defending and eventually taking Malton back from the undead. While this course of action may seem drastic Julius Robert Oppenheimer has never been a man averse to getting his hands dirty. If the cost of survivor victory is that he is labeled a killer and pariah then so be it. CURRENT STATUS After spending some time touring this dilapidated and overrun city and taking stock of the situation Dr. Oppenheimer finally came to a realization worthy of his lofty ideals. While the city may be in a state of relative safety (at least compared to accounts provided by other survivors of zombie domination from as little as nine months ago) the lackadaisical attitude taken by many of his fellow survivors disturbed Robert. These fools were acting as though the war was won and they now possessed some type of inherent invincibility with no responsibilities to prepare for the future. Rob had seen what could happen in a world where good men did nothing and had dedicated his life the the creation of a weapon capable of ending all conflict. His dream had been interrupted by this unplanned jaunt through time and space but that didn't mean he had to stop forging a weapon. This time, though, the weapon would not consist of plutonium or uranium but of men and women. Robs task is clear though the path will be difficult. In order to forge this weapon the people must be woken up and shown the fragility of their situation. They will be killed, again and again if necessary, until they learn, until they adapt and become stronger for it. And though the enemy is already dead, in Malton that is where the fight begins. ARRIVAL IN MALTON A flash and the chalkboards disappear only to be replaced by the interior of a derelict building. A young Julian Robert Oppenheimer turns in a half circle attempting to gain his bearings. Had the experiment been successful? If this level of destruction was the conclusion how is it that Oppenheimer had survived? Noticing the ragged corner of a newspaper barely visible in the shadow of an overturned desk, the confused scientist stoops to inspect it in hopes of gaining some understanding of his situation. The paper's masthead reads "The Malton Gazette". Malton? What happened to Los Alamos? FIRST DAYS / ORIENTATION Having arrived in Malton via unknown and mysterious means Oppenheimer has set about familiarizing himself with the city and its current state. Despite his ability to grasp complex scientific principles and theories, being deposited with little fanfare in the midst of a zombie outbreak has left him a little at a loss. Luckily he was quickly able to procure a fire axe from a storeroom in the ruined building he has taken shelter in. That should at least provide some protection from the dark shapes shambling about through the empty streets that he has spied through the boarded up windows. LIKE MINDS As the days passed and survival became a less pressing concern Rob's mind turned back to the task of deciphering the intricacies of the world around him. He had witnesses with his own two eyes the living torn asunder only to rise again with an insatiable hunger to repeat the acts that led them to their own undead state. Then those who mere moments before had been rotting yet still ambulatory where turned back to a state of being indiscernible from one who had never died with a simple prick of a needle and the application of what can only be described as a miracle formula. Truly this was hell as the impermanence of death, when analyzed and extrapolated to its logical conclusion could only be described as a modern example of the Sisyphean myth brought to horrifying reality. But with that simple realization of the uselessness of this existence Oppenheimer instead chose to see what it truly meant...Freedom. Freedom. Freedom from the moral constraints that lead others to label him one of history's greatest monsters. Freedom from concern for the well being of his fellow man...at least on a micro level. No the time was ripe for the Macro! The great cause could now be pursued like never before. Malton provided the greatest maze, populated with immortal rats and the knowledge that could be acquired was limitless! The goal of course was the greater good but unlike the world at large here the ends truly justified the means as the means meant literally nothing. A man could be flayed alive and simply brought back to life as though nothing had happened...behavior could be studied...limits pushed. This newfound enthusiasm send quivers down Oppenheimer's spine which were only magnified as he came across others who shared his enthusiasm as well as his lack of empathy. The Flowers of Decay indeed exemplified the pursuits that Rob himself was devoted wholly to. MEMORIES FROM FIRST RETIREMENT - 5/4/12 The aftermath of Rob Oppenheimer's final kill. Including a message from Radical Whig referencing two other TZH heads taken that day. A kind farewell from a citizen of Malton. BACK TO THE MAIN PAGE