Dr. Evil (Austin Powers)

Dr. Evil is the head of a criminal organization and the primary antagonist of the Austin Powers series. After a near defeat at the hands of his nemesis Austin Powers in 1967, he retreated into a space pod that cyrogenically froze both himself and his beloved cat, Mr. Bigglesworth. Austin Powers agreed to also be cyrogenically frozen in order to be reanimated at the time when Dr. Evil returned. In Dr. Evil's absence, his organization continued to grow economically to fund their evil deeds and keep several parties employed. His companies fared so well even that one company alone made several times more than the evil doctor originally intended to ransom the entire world. He also has a clone named Mini-me who is significantly shorter than him introduced in the second movie. In the third movie it is revealed that he is in fact Austin Powers' brother, Douglas or Dougie, and the two team up to stop van der Smut. In the end both Dr. Evil and Mini-me are reformed with Scott Evil his son being in command of his evil organization.

Although many aspects of his life are unknown, some details are revealed by the doctor in a group therapy seesion from the original movie:

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zaroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotim— it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it."