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My wonderful mother, Natasha Fatale, was a well respected and highly paid spy during the war. My very proud father, Trofim Lysenko, was a Military Biologist responsible for attempting to create a genetically superior human via the use of radiation and bio-altering elements. Although he was known as an agricultural biologist, that was just a cover story for his actual work. I spent much of my childhood in a castle 9 kilometers south-east of Sodomheim, known as Castle Sinister. There my mother and father would work for hours, even days, on end. While they worked I attended school, as most children at such a young age did. Unlike most children I attended a school developed to fine tune my mind for the tasks I was destined to take. The school was called St. Rasputin's Elementary, even though the grade range extended well into Jr. High. I excelled in almost all classes, save for MK-Studies, which I failed miserably. The class was, in a simple explanation, studying notes thought to be destroyed during the US's MKULTRA experiments as well as the notes that are known to still exist. At age 11 I lost someone very dear to me. I was in my father's laboratory with my mother helping him with what papa referred to as "A Family Bonding Moment." We were attempting to disprove once and for all Dr. Victor Frankenstein's chemical re-animation theory. As it turns out the old nut was only half wrong. The corpse immediately sprang to life the second the ichors was finished pumping through, and attacked my father. In the ensuing brawl my father was severely wounded when he was thrown onto a glass beaker containing the re-animation ichors. The glass shattered, opening rather deep wounds in his back that let trace amounts of the highly poisonous green liquid into his blood stream. Luckily for my mother and me, the corpse was only reanimated with enough energy to do all the damage it did. Once it had thrown my father, it stumbled around and then fell to the floor, hitting its head on the operating table. I remember seeing dead maggots spilling out of its skull. Very traumatizing I assure you. I kneeled next to my father as he spoke to me with his dying breath. He said to me "My little bar-junges," which was his nick name for me, "You must promise to do something for your papa...Something very important. Will you do me this favor, my son?" Of course I said yes. I promised I would continue through school, and attend a university and follow after my father's foot steps and finish his research on Concentrated Non-dispersive Energy Projection. At 13, 2 years after my father's death at the hands on our old butler's corpse, I began high school. This was a rather important period in my life, as this was the point in my life where I began to grow socially and started making a name for myself in the Evil Genius community. I attended Sodomheim High School, the best high school in terms of academics in all of Turkenstein, and what a school it was! I remember on my first day of school, sitting next to me in my Theoretical Physics class, there was a rather odd looking girl. She had wonder taste in clothing, I'll admit. She was wearing a very Amish looking, black and white baby doll dress, with her hair in pig tails. Little did I know that that girl would become one of my closest and most trusted friends. Little did I know that that girl was a boy! His name was Joseph Bambus Bar. He explained to me that he was born in East Berlin, and had just come to Turkenstein from China, where his mother worked on training panda bears to fight for the Chinese government. And he was a transvestite. Oh, what adventures he and I had together! The first time I had ever drank Formaldehyde and Absynthe together, he was there. He's responsible for introducing me to most of the psychedelic drugs I do. LSD Mushrooms, Battery Acid, Stem Cells...You name it, he and I did it. During one particularly bad trip, he thought my naturally green hair had turned into snakes, and proceeded to stab my hair while I slept. When I awoke, he was passed out in his bath tub dressed like a mail man, and my long, beautiful hair lay dead on the floor next to him. I looked in the mirror and almost died. My hair was completely shaved on the sides, and got progressively shorter as it went back. When he awoke from my screams he opted to help repair the damage. I closed my eyes and prayed that it'd be alright. When he was finished he had managed to get my hair to stand straight up! That’s how he invented the bi-hawk. Aside from Mr. Bambus Bar, I also met the love of my life. Her name was Linbis Aysun, and she was the living manifestation of beauty! When the birds sang outside my window, they sang of her. She was smart, sassy, funny, compassionate, powerful, and to top it all off she was vile! I know what you're thinking, "She's the perfect woman!" You're right, she was...But unfortunately for me, our love never blossomed. Her father was Heinrich Aysun III, a famous necromancer, and thus attended a different school so I never got to see her that often. Plus anyone who knows anything about villainy knows that necromancers loathe mad scientists. Much like the rivalry between ninjas and pirates, and vice versa. I shouldn't complain though, despite the cultural differences she and I still became very close. I honestly don't think she knows how much I care for her and love her... At age 18 I graduated high school and was immediately accepted into the University of Evil Science and Dark Understandings, or UED for short. Like all college kids, I survived on a diet of oriental flavored ramen noodles seasoned with wolf's bane and garlic, and the occasional Rican cookies my mother would bake and send to me. The college's location was and still is a secret, but I can say driving to the city to see my friends was a hell of a drive. I had to drive through werewolf infested forests, and down jagged mountain sides during a storm. But despite the malnutrition and lack of friends I managed to graduate at the top of my class. I majored in Biological Manipulation with a minor in Post-Mortem Reanimation. I also have a degree in Theoretical Weapons Development in respect to my late father. After I was done with the parties, the learning, and being young and immature, I returned home! I used part of my share of the family fortune to purchase Castle Sinister, as it was originally loaned to my father by the Turkenien government for his precious research. I moved in as soon as I could. While I unpacked, I decided to look around the old castle. I came to the library and looked at the empty shelves. Nothing on them aside from dust and a single book entitled "How to Build a Secret Passage Way." I decided I might need one and pulled the book off the shelf. Before I knew it, I was falling through a hole in the floor! I landed in a large, dark red leather arm chair in front of several massive aisle stock full of books. I'd found my father's secret library! After I found my way out, I called all the scientists I knew! I assembled a rag tag team of researchers. Joseph Bambus Bar, who had become a well respected grave robber and necrophiliac, Linbis Aysun, who went against her father's wishes and moved into the castle with me, and Sir Snappy von Snappy who was knighted by the Turkenien Royal Family for his ground breaking discovery of Halloweenium (the spooky atom), when he was only 15. We occasionally received help from Sir Snappy's life long friend and scientific companion who we all knew as "Nate." All we knew was he was a Transylvanian researcher credited with observing the creative property of Awesomite (the cool molecule). It was 3 years after I moved into the castle I suffered yet another great loss. I was with my team, experimenting on Halloweenium and its reaction with different elements. I grabbed a dish pilled with the shiny blue liquid Awesomite and placed it in the testing chamber. I turned the wheel-crank and released the neon orange and black gas that was Halloweenium. Suddenly, the lights began to flicker as if they were strobe lights. It hit me; the lights were made spooky by the Halloweenium. There must be a crack in the chamber letting out small amounts of Halloweenium. By that time, it was too late, the gas has reached a near by candle, and it ignited. The fire shot through the room to the chamber and caused an explosion which ripped the castle to pieces. All of us were spared except my sweet, sweet Linbis. Snappy, Nate, Joseph, and I were alive thanks to the Awesomite, but were left deformed by the Halloweenium explosion. My poor Linbis was upstairs, and thus didn't receive the radioactive blast of awesome it that would've saved her. But no, I wasn't going to let her go! I couldn't save my father, but this time I had the knowledge of death and life! I used what pieces of the lab were left and we went to work. Her wonderful body was in pieces, but was for the most part whole. Joseph dug up extra parts from a local graveyard, and Nate was able to use some excess Awesomite in the Frankenstein reanimation ichors. In the end, the new formula worked! But our joy was short lived, as now she was just as deformed as we were. We were a band of freaks, mutated by our toying with super science. What aspect of society would accept us? Than, like a bag of bricks it hit us! We'd start a band! Only in the music business can hideously deformed freaks and mishaps be respected! Look at Michael Jackson! But we'd spent all of our lives with science. We knew nothing of music. Once again, the mixture of Halloweenium and Awesomite proved useful. It apparently was the right mix of Spooky and Cool, and granted us super human musical skill, with the exception of Linbis, who had less concentrated Awesomite than us...She could just dance, and thus became our dancer. We decided that we'd play music and try to raise enough money to rebuild our laboratory. And thus, on that Friday the 13th, the Grave Mistakes were born!

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You scored as Industrialist. Industrial Music grew out of the experimental German "noise" of the late 70's and early 80's with such bands as Throbbing Gristle and Einsturzende Neubauten leading the way. The strange "fusion of man and machine" is the basis for all Industrial music, which leads to a huge genre with such disparate bands as >1 (GTO), Frontline Assembly, Coil, Skinny Puppy, Das Ich, and Stromkern being lumped together in the same category. Industrialist 75% Elder Goth 60% Bondage Freak 60% Kindergoth 55% Synthpop Devote 50% Neo Goth 45% Old School Punk 35% New School Punk 25% Emo Kid 0% Mope Rocker 0% Which musical counterculture do you fit in with? created with QuizFarm.com

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