Post by Artanis on Nov 20, 2009 22:25:05 GMT -5
Name: Conrad Werner
Age: 28
Breed: Human infused with demonic traits
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height/Weight: 6'4"/180lbs.
Appearance: Fit, athletic build with some minor scarring across his body from several combat wounds. His most noticeable scar is one that runs vertically from the top of his right cheek, across his eye, to the top of his right eyebrow. The effects of the scarring have damaged his right eye to the point where it has been discolored to little more than a pale white orb with a feint hint of his blue iris still remaining.
Weapon(s): A pair of USP .45 semi-automatic combat pistols, an H&K 416 Commando carbine rifle and a K-bar tactical knife.
Power: A slight control over both the element of fire and the ability to use telepathic abilities for a short period of time.
Personality: Conrad, aside from being a man of few words, has been considered mentally unstable by those he encounters. Shortly after his realization of what he had become, he adopted a highly self-destructive lifestyle in the hopes that he could end his personal torment. He views himself as an aberration to mankind and will not hesitate to undertake a task that others may find suicidal or dangerous.
History:
Conrad's history, or at least the parts of it that he cares to recall, began in a small Belgian town of little consequence to the world. World War II was coming to a close for Germany, their last ditch military attempt to break the Allies at the Ardennes in a surprise attack had been ground to pieces. They had lost men they could not afford to lose, lost time they could not afford to spend. With each passing day, the vice between the Western Allies and the Bolshevik lead Red Army to the east tightened their grip around Germany's ever shrinking boarders. Conrad had assumed the worst would be over, had planned to retire to his home near Munich by Spring the following year. But that was before the delusions of the Reich trickled down to his unit.
Officially, he was killed in action by an Allied bomber on January 10th, 1945. Or so that is what his file said.
Unofficially, though, he had been plucked from the ranks of his unit, along with four other men in his outfit, and herded into an underground bunker somewhere on the Belgian/German boarder. What he ultimately endured there, none would believe, and he would fight to blot out through alcohol and drugs in the subsequent years following the collapse of the Reich and the death of its insane leader.
For years after the fact, Conrad Archivesed for the answers to what had happened to him, for a way to end his abhorrent life. But each question, each Archives had yielded nothing for him. He still continues his Archives to this day, hoping to find someone, anyone who might know what was done to him. And he prayed that they could help him put an end to the torment,
Age: 28
Breed: Human infused with demonic traits
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height/Weight: 6'4"/180lbs.
Appearance: Fit, athletic build with some minor scarring across his body from several combat wounds. His most noticeable scar is one that runs vertically from the top of his right cheek, across his eye, to the top of his right eyebrow. The effects of the scarring have damaged his right eye to the point where it has been discolored to little more than a pale white orb with a feint hint of his blue iris still remaining.
Weapon(s): A pair of USP .45 semi-automatic combat pistols, an H&K 416 Commando carbine rifle and a K-bar tactical knife.
Power: A slight control over both the element of fire and the ability to use telepathic abilities for a short period of time.
Personality: Conrad, aside from being a man of few words, has been considered mentally unstable by those he encounters. Shortly after his realization of what he had become, he adopted a highly self-destructive lifestyle in the hopes that he could end his personal torment. He views himself as an aberration to mankind and will not hesitate to undertake a task that others may find suicidal or dangerous.
History:
Conrad's history, or at least the parts of it that he cares to recall, began in a small Belgian town of little consequence to the world. World War II was coming to a close for Germany, their last ditch military attempt to break the Allies at the Ardennes in a surprise attack had been ground to pieces. They had lost men they could not afford to lose, lost time they could not afford to spend. With each passing day, the vice between the Western Allies and the Bolshevik lead Red Army to the east tightened their grip around Germany's ever shrinking boarders. Conrad had assumed the worst would be over, had planned to retire to his home near Munich by Spring the following year. But that was before the delusions of the Reich trickled down to his unit.
Officially, he was killed in action by an Allied bomber on January 10th, 1945. Or so that is what his file said.
Unofficially, though, he had been plucked from the ranks of his unit, along with four other men in his outfit, and herded into an underground bunker somewhere on the Belgian/German boarder. What he ultimately endured there, none would believe, and he would fight to blot out through alcohol and drugs in the subsequent years following the collapse of the Reich and the death of its insane leader.
For years after the fact, Conrad Archivesed for the answers to what had happened to him, for a way to end his abhorrent life. But each question, each Archives had yielded nothing for him. He still continues his Archives to this day, hoping to find someone, anyone who might know what was done to him. And he prayed that they could help him put an end to the torment,
