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2022-06-21

宇宙将存,宇宙将亡;正义联盟基本资料本名沃特·寇格沃茨(Walter Kovacs)别号罗夏发色红发瞳色黑瞳身高168cm体重未知三围未知年龄35岁萌点极端右翼 傲娇(???) 偏执 毒舌 反社会人格出身地区美国活动范围美国所属团体守望者→无个人状态死亡演员杰基·厄尔·哈利亲属或相关人战友:夜枭二代,丝魂二代,笑匠,法老王,曼哈顿博士

敌人:法老王,摩洛克

罗夏(Rorschach)是由阿兰·摩尔(Alan Moore)所创作的漫画《守望者》及其衍生作品的登场角色。

简介

罗夏 (Rorschach,1940-1985)是美国DC漫画《守望者》中的反超级英雄,原名沃特·寇格沃茨(Walter Kovacs)

创作者为编剧阿兰·摩尔,画家大卫·吉布斯,以及上色画家约翰·希金斯

他戴的面具,面具上的墨迹会不断变化

罗夏是一个贯彻着绝对正义的人,在打击犯罪时具有严重的暴力倾向,他不接受善恶之间所谓的灰色地带,为惩罚罪恶不惜一切,永不妥协

最后为了坚持自己的原则,被曼哈顿博士所杀

人物经历

沃特从小就没有得到过家庭的温暖,他的母亲是个妓女,父亲是个嫖客,身份不明疑似谋杀了他的母亲

成长过程中经常受到别人欺辱和来自母亲的家庭暴力,导致了他以后的复杂人格

罗夏在母亲因嫖娼而被捕后进入查尔顿孤儿院,在漫画版的附录中,档案里曾经提到过他在很小的时候就已经在体操与拳击上有很大的天赋,而且热爱文学与宗教。但是为人性格腼腆,所以他可能在那个时候就已经不太正常了。

1964年,沃特22岁时在一家制衣厂工作,用这种布料给一名名为基蒂·吉诺维斯的女子做裙子,但对方嫌丑没有要,罗夏自己留下了那件衣服

两年后基蒂·吉诺维斯在众目睽睽之下被杀此事在美国历史上确有其事,案件发生后震惊全国,报道在报刊上

当他从报纸上看到基蒂之死以后,该事件使得沃特对人性大失所望,并用那个布料做了面具,起名罗夏,开始了自己的蒙面义警的活动

1957年,受人委托,调查一名幼童绑架案,并发现了幼童惨遭肢解、尸体喂狗后,彻底对罪犯丧失希望,将凶手杀害电影版里罗夏使用菜刀将凶手爆头,而漫画中是直接将其和房子一同焚烧

从此,沃特变得更加孤僻,精神变得更加不稳定,处理罪犯的手法开始残暴起来,将无数的罪犯送进了监狱

在基恩法案生效后,罗夏是唯一一个不为政府工作且没有隐退的蒙面义警,因此被指控为罪犯

平时一直住在一个廉价公寓里,平常高举着“末日将至”的标牌在街上游荡,夜晚就会作为“罗夏”在街上打击犯罪

1985年时就是他发现喜剧演员的死事有蹊跷并且主动开始调查,才有了后来的一系列故事

调查过程中,被法老王算计抓进监狱,被二代丝魂和二代夜枭救出,前去南极洲共同直面法老王

在得知了一切的真相后,无法认同法老王所作所为,是在场中唯一想要坚持将事实公布的人认为人们应该知道法老王屠杀的罪行,被曼哈顿博士为了封口,无奈将其杀害

虽然性格孤僻,为人并不讨喜,但比起其他大部分身手了得、光彩夺目的超级英雄,罗夏令人敬佩的是坚守自己的准则,永不妥协,甚至为之而死

特点罗夏没有任何超能力,精通街头格斗、体操、拳击,有着坚强的意志和过人的体力,能忍耐疼痛和不适有着明确的战术思维,常用家用物品或身边随手物品作为武器@成龙,他也有一把爪钩枪,由夜枭II设计并制造有顺走别人东西的习惯。罗夏的精神似乎曾经很正常,直到后来调查了一个分尸案,认识到了人性的真面目,逐渐的变得更加偏激了毒舌,多次吐槽二代丝魂的出轨和二代夜枭的懦弱。不爱洗澡总是在用男士古龙水掩盖自己身上的体味,而且总是穿增高鞋。(168有错吗)罗夏是个孤癖的人,沉默寡言,惜字如金,但他却与德雷伯格(夜枭II)关系很好。二人在守望者时期曾是搭档他是一名极端的右翼分子,信仰民族主义、道德专制主义和道德客观主义,而且是个反共产主义者、反自由主义者罗夏厌恶女性,但是对同性恋也是深恶痛绝角色设定面具设定

罗夏的面具的材料是曼哈顿博士发明的,是一种双层布料中间填充粘性流体的结构,颜色对热量和压力敏感。

罗夏墨迹测验

罗夏这个角色的得名,出自由“罗夏墨迹测验”,是由瑞士精神科医生、精神病学家罗夏(Hermann Rorschach)创立的一种投射法人格测验。

投射法人格测验的原理,在于使用一些意义模糊的、信息不完整的媒介,让受试者建立起自己的想象,从中了解受试者的个性特征。

测试的媒介,可以是一些没有规则的线条,也可以是一些有意义的图片,也可以是一些有头没尾的句子,也可是一个故事的开头,让被试者来编故事的结尾。

而标准的罗夏墨迹测验法,用的是十张精心制作的墨迹图,按规定顺序呈献给受试者,然后向其询问“这看上去像什幺?”,“这可能是什幺?”,“这使你想到什幺?”这类的问题。

反应语句内容、每张图片出现到开始第一个反应所需的时间、各反应之间较长的停顿时间、对每张图片反应总数以及总时间、被试者的附带动作等都是分析的依据。

投射法的最大优点在于主试者的意图目的藏而不露,这样创造了一个比较客观的外界条件,使测试的结果比较真实客观,对心理活动了解得比较深入,缺点是分析比较困难,需要有经过专门培训的主试。[1]

罗夏墨迹测验使用的墨迹图罗夏日记

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漫画读者整理的罗夏日记(英文版)。[2][3]

罗夏日记

MARCH 18th, 1964

This is Rorschach"s first journal entry, written in his very first journal, immediately after he finished creating his mask from the Kitty Genovese dress. It is one of three entries written by Alan Moore for the Watchmen Sourcebook, for the Watchmen RPG model released in the early 90s. In this entry, he details that he has finished the face, that he is glad he kept the dress and that he finally has a face that he can stare down in the mirror. He also explains that he has decided to keep an account of all he sees and experiences that could have an effect on his nocturnal mission. It is an account of his mission that he can refer back to, and a voucher of his achievements for when the angels come to collect him on Judgement Day. To end the entry, he writes "I"ll start tonight, with the woman and her killers." It is notable that his writing style is much more natural and organic sounding, with full sentences and a very straightforward demeanor.

JUNE 11th, 1968

In this second Sourcebook-exclusive entry, he notes that his neighborhood is degrading, having spotted 17 transients. He reminds himself to look for a new apartment the next day. He says that the city is changing, and that the few splatterings of black ink will give way to the entire bottle flooding the city. He blames dopers, politicians, preachers, whores, hippies, liars, pushers, poets and thieves for this. He asks whether great men are holding the world aloft and waiting for their successors, or if "the forces of compromise" take a more active role and release their dogs to hunt down each of them, one by one, to open the way for a sinister masterplan. He then ponders that if the latter is true, then when did the hunt begin? Has all of recorded history been a slow, steady slide into the abyss? Clearly, his mental state has begun to degrade.

AUGUST 14th, 1979

In the last of the Sourcebook entries, he notes that he has at least one ally, a cab driver who helped him escape from the police and respects him. He asked Rorschach how he managed to escape from the police, to which Rorschach replies by saying the police don"t want to catch him. He elaborates by saying the police protect the public from people the public can never understand. He says that he protects the police from people they can never understand. He says that there is no love between them, nor respect, but there is an understanding of their functions. He says that the day will come where the police become desperate and will lock him up, and they"ll realize in horror that his incarceration hasn"t pulled them up one rung much less raised them from the entire pit. He ends the entry by saying he has been faithful to his journal... his voucher for when that day comes.

OCTOBER 12, 1985

Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach. The city is afraid of me. I have seen it"s true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"...

They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father, or president Truman. Decent men who believed in a day"s work for a day"s pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn"t realize that the trail led over a precipe until it was too late. Don"t tell me they didn"t have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers...and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.

OCTOBER 13, 1985

Slept all day. Awoken at 4:37. Landlady complaining about smell. She has five children by five different fathers. I am sure she cheats on welfare. Soon it will be dark. Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children. New York. On Friday night, a comedian died in New York. Somebody knows why. Down there...somebody knows. The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences. I believe I shall take my exercise.

OCTOBER 13, 1985. 8:30 P.M.

Meeting with Veidt left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and decadent, betraying even his shallow, liberal affections. Possibly homosexual? Must remember to investigate further. Dreiberg as bad. A flabby failure who sits whimpering in his basement. Why are so few of us left active, healthy, and without personality disorders? The first Nite Owl runs an auto repair shop. The first Silk Spectre is a bloated, aging whore, dying in a Californian rest resort. Captain Metropolis was decapitated in a car crash back in "74. Mothman"s in an asylum up in Maine. The Silhouette retired in disgrace, murdered six weeks later by a minor adversary seeking revenge. Dollar Bill got shot. Hooded Justice went missing in "55. The Comedian is dead. Only two names remaining on my list. Both share private quarters at Rockefeller Military Research Center. I shall go to them. I shall go and tell the indestrucible man that someone plans to murder him. OCTOBER 13, 1985. 11:30 P.M:

On Friday night, a comedian died in New York. Someone threw him out a window and when he hit the sidewalk his head was driven up into his stomach. Nobody cares. Nobody cares but me. Are they right? Is it futile? Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution...and there is so little time.

OCTOBER 16, 1985

42nd Street: Womens breasts draped across every billboard, every display, littering the sidewalk. Was offered Swedish love and French love...but not American love. American love; like Coke in green glass bottles...they don"t make it anymore. Thought about Moloch"s story on way to cemetery. Could all be lies. Could all be part of a revenge scheme, planned during his decade behind bars. But if true, then what? Puzzling reference to an island. Also to Dr. Manhattan. Might he be at risk in some way? So many questions. Never mind. Answers soon. Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there"s life. In the cemetery, all the white crosses stood in rows, neat chalk marks on a giant scoreboard. Paid last respects quietly, without fuss. Edward Morgan Blake. Born in 1924. Forty-five years a comedian. Died 1985, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends...so that when it"s done, only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives, ending violently. Dollar Bill , The Silhouette, Captain Metropolis...we never die in bed. Not allowed. Something in our personalities, perhaps? Some animal urge to fight and struggle, making us what we are? Unimportant. We do what we have to do. Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together...he saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose to become a reflection of it, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke. That"s why he was lonely. Heard joke once: Man goes into doctor. Says he"s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatmen is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But, Doctor...I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

OCTOBER 21, 1985

Left Jacobi"s house at 2:35 A.M. He knows nothing about any attempt to discredit Dr. Manhattan. He has simply been used. By whom? Russians seem obvious choice: Manhattan and Comedian both key military figures. But Comedian referred to an island. Artists and writers living on it. Doesn"t fit. Can"t concentrate. Too tired. No sleep since Saturday. Walked home past trashcans stuffed with rumors od war, weighing factors-bodies, motives...waiting for a flash of enlightenment in all this blood and thunder.

OCTOBER 21, 1985

Woken at eleven by shouting. Disturbed to find I had fallen asleep without removing the skin from my head. Tireder than I thought. Should be more careful. Across street, boy"s were defacing abandoned building. Memorized their descriptions then prepared for work. First, peeled off face, folded it inside jacket. Without my face, nobody knows. Nobody knows who I am. On way out of room met landlady. Usual complaints Re: Hygiene and Rent. There were purple bite marks on her fat white neck. Fresh ones. Out in street, inspected defaced building: silhouette picture in doorway, man and woman, possibly engaging in sexual foreplay. Didn"t like it. Makes doorway look haunted. On Fortieth and Seventh, saw Dreiberg and Juspeczyk leaving diner. They didn"t know me. An affair, perhaps? Did Juspeczyk engineer Dr. Manhattan"s exhile to make room for Dreiberg? Also, she hated the Comedian. Must investigate further. Entering diner, bought coffee, then sat watching my maildrop, immediately across the street. Passer"s by made various deposits: candy wrappers, newspapers. This city is an animal, fierce and complicated. To understand it I read it"s droppings, it"s scents, the movement of it"s parasites...I sat watching the trashcan and New York opened it"s heart to me.

OCTOBER 21, 1985

Someone tried to kill Veidt. Prove"s Mask Killer theory. Murderer is closing in. Checked maildrop. Message from Moloch. Connected, perhaps? Next, went to retrieve face from allet. Outside Utopia, police restrained a youth on KT-28"s. He was screaming something about bombs. Is everyone but me going mad? Over 40th Street, and elephant was drifting. Beyond that, unseen, spy satellites. If they so much as narrow their glass eyes, we shall all be dead. This relentless world: there is only one sane response to it. The alleyway was cold and deserted. My things were where I"d left them. Waiting for me. Putting them on, I abandoned my disguise and became myself, free from fear or weakness or lust. My coat, my shoes, my spotless gloves. My face. Had three hours before calling on Moloch. Away down alley, heard woman scream., first bubbling note of city"s evening chorus. Approached disturbance. An attempted rape/mugging/both. Cleared throat. The man turned and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes, the night is generous to me.

NOVEMBER 1, 1985

Final entry? Left Veidt"s office just before Midnight. Dreiberg, convinced Veidt"s behind everything, is serious about visiting Antarctica. Owlship capable, apparently, but are we? Veidt. Cannot imagine more dangerous opponent. Assuming journey possible, tracking him to his lair only option. Still feel uneasy. Unfamiliar territory. He could kill us both, there in the snow. Nobody would ever know...first night in November. I am cold tonight. Offices below, headstones marking daily graves of thousands. Inside, clock faces, as observed as those of celebrities, hands commence final laps. Oblivion gallops closer, favoring the spur, sparing the rein...I think we will be gone soon. Veidt is faster than Dreiberg. Perhaps faster than me. Return seems unlikely. This last entry. Will shortly mail to only people can trust. Tell Dreiberg I need to check my maildrop. He believes me. If reading this now, whether I am alive or dead, you will know truth. Whatever the precise nature of this conspiracy, Adrian Veidt responsible. Have done best to make this legible. Believe it paints a disturbing picture. Appreciate your recent support and hope world survives long enough for this to reach you. But tanks are in East Berlin and writing is on wall. For my own part, regret nothing. Have lived life, free from compromise...and step into the shadow now without complaint.

-Rorschach, November 1, 1985.

《守望者》电影中罗夏最后的日记:

Rorschach"s journal. Final entry.罗夏日记:最后的记录。Veidt"s behind everything, why? What"s his endgame?维特就是幕后主宰。为什幺?他到底想要什幺?I cannot imagine a more dangerous opponent.我想不出还有更可怕的对手。Used to joke he was fast enough to catch a bullet.他曾经开玩笑说自己快到能抓住子弹。He could kill us both alone in the snow.他自己就能够在雪地里干掉我们。That"s where we"re going now: Antarctica.那就是我们现在要去的地方:南极。Whether I"m alive or dead upon this reading...不管我今后是生是死,I hope the world survives long enough for this journal to reach you.我希望这个世界能够坚持到你们看到这本日记的时候。I live my life free of compromise...我活的时候不妥协。and step into the shadow without complaint or regret.现在赴死的时候也不会后悔或抱怨。Rorschach, November 1st.罗夏,11月1日。后续《DC宇宙大事件:末日警钟》

曾经和罗夏对话的心理医生的儿子雷吉,在父母死亡后,在精神病院得到蛾人的帮助,得到了罗夏的面具,继承罗夏的衣钵,成为二代目

《守望者》美剧

罗夏的日记公开,一群狂热者曲解罗夏日记的内容,并将罗夏日记的内容奉为圣经,组成了一个极端组织“第七骑士团”,该组织成员都是极端右翼分子,特征为佩戴类似罗夏的布制面具,对政府的现有秩序发出挑衅和攻击

出场纪录1986年出版的《守望者》系列漫画出场2009年在电影《守望者》中出场,主要角色之一,由杰基·厄尔·哈利饰演游戏《守望者:终结将至》(2009)漫画《DC宇宙大事件:末日警钟》(2018年),二代罗夏雷吉作为主角之一登场于DC宇宙

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