PMF: Commando
SMF: Orthodontic Care

A kind yet timid man, he enrolled in college to become the local dentist for his hometown. But upon graduation, the Reich 'assigned' him to one of the many government-run clinics for high-ranking officials and allies of the Reich. He sat in his office treating minor problems for the children of the 'aryan elite', while the less fortunate children with serious dental problems had to accept care from the less-qualified public practitioners. Knowing that was wrong, at great risk to his personal safety, he would treat underprivileged patients in secret, often being paid nothing, but to him it was worth it to help someone who was genuinely in need. Unfortunately, one night during one of his unofficial appointments, his young patient had an adverse reaction to the anesthetic, he and the boys father rushed him to a nearby hospital...but it was too late. The boy died in the waiting room after being passed over for a Reich contributor afflicted with severe indigestion. The Reich held no investigation into the boys passing, but reprimanded the doctor for assisting them. The guilt he felt drove him to find a better, safer way of anesthesia that didn't involve medication, a machine that could electronically manipulate the human brain, effectively blocking pain receptors. Over the course of a year he worked on it in secret, scrounging the parts he needed for it from dumps, second-hand stores, and even stripping it from his personal property until final it was completed, only requiring a test subject. He was seconds away from testing it upon himself when the door to his lab was broken down, and the SS, tipped off by a colleague, arrested him, and confiscated the device.

He was taken to a Detention center and Interrogated at length about his machine. Over 73 hours he was questioned and beaten by a SS lieutenant, wanting to know what it what and how he made it. Despite his repeated explanations on what it was, he was only beaten worse. Bruised, bloody, and fatigued from lack of sleep, he was escorted to the room where the machine had been taken, too see several technicians where apparently augmenting his device. One interrogator that stood at the control panel, randomly adjusting knobs told the doctor to give them the schematics for it. He said if he helped them rebuild it as an interrogation tool that they would let him go. Abhorred at the thought of his device being used to inflict pain, and despite his better judgment, the doctor refused, and for his 'insolence', he was strapped into his device, and the Interrogator used him to test it. The doctors tortured screams echoed throughout the detention center, such pain he had never felt before in his life, sheer agony beamed directly into his brain, he passed out after only thirty seconds which seemed like days.

He woke up in a holding cell among other "criminals", with what seemed at the time to be a hangover. He warily rubbed his eyes as the Interrogator walked in, but this time he was after someone else, a man laying in a crumpled heap in the corner, beaten so severely he could barely stand, was his next victim. Something happened then, the doctor stood up and told him to leave the man alone. The Interrogator came towards him and got in his face, then slapped the doctor across the face with his whip, but the doctor did not back down. The interrogator drew his pistol, and even with a Walther p-40 pointed at him the doctor did not flinch. Confused and scared, the interrogator walked out without taking the crippled man with him. The doctor was just as confused as he, the night before he was begging for mercy, but tonight, he did not fear his own death. The crossed wires on machine had an apparent side effect, from the moment of agonizing pain he suffered, his timid nature was removed. His stance against the Nazi greatly impressed another of the cells occupants, the mysterious rebel known as The
Mark, and the two quickly became friends. The two soon managed to successfully escape, but not before destroying the machine before it could be used again, and they soon joined the rebel-group known as COBRA. Armed with a 6 shot pistol, 12 gauge shotgun, and a 'liberated' Interrogator Truncheon. Often wears customized riot armor on raids.

From the personal Journal of Cobra Commander: " This guy is plain nuts. He's known to be a tad eccentric at times(like that monocle he's always wearing for some reason...), he and some of the other members of the team can get rowdy on occasion, especially when Alcohol is involved (Once, during one of his binges, he charged into an SS field outpost only with that old pistol of his and a tree branch, interesting story actually, but now isn't the time to reminisce), he can be bull-headed and arrogant some times, but he's also one of the best soldiers we have. He'll be one of the first soldiers to charge through a door, and one of the last to leave, usually dragging as many of the wounded as he can along with him, even if he's wounded himself. No matter how bad it gets...he will be in the thick of it until he's either ordered to leave or knocked out. He received the name Dr Teeth from another of his associates, because If he likes you he'll fix your teeth, if not than he'll knock them out."