Name: Wolfgang Staudinger
Rank (For Me): Hauptbootsmann
Wolfgang Ludwig Staudinger was born in the city of Philadelphia, not long after the Schildkrotelander Independence was formed from the Declaration of Danzig, which led to the release of the Schildkrotelander people under full independence from Prussian rule. There would still be an alliance with the nation of Prussia, and even the king of Schildkroteland is also the Duke of Hesse.
Wolfgang's father was a naval officer, serving aboard the SMS Regalia, a destroyer which escorted convoys coming from Europe. His mother was a social worker, who had her hands full with the independence. He grew up mostly with his mother, as his father was always at sea, but when he came home, there was always happiness.
But, it didn't last forever. The Regalia's magazine exploded and many men were killed, including his father. His mother wasn't affected much, but Wolfgang was. His father was his idol, and now he rested at the bottom of the sea.
This pushed Wolfgang onto a career path that would change his life. Fresh out of school, he enlisted into the Naval Infantry, and after basic training, was assigned to the SMS Donnerkind, a small patrol ship which barely left coastal waters. After being promoted a few times, and transferred to many ships in his career, he was assigned to the SMS Heldentat, a Vaterland-class batteship, which was part of the largest ships in the Schildkrotelander Navy.
A soldier's first duty is to obey, otherwise you might as well do away with soldiering.
Hauptsbootmann Wolfgang Ludwig Staudinger waltzed down the wet cobble-stone road of Boston. The sky was greyish-black, and looked as if the sky was about to downpour her water upon them. In fact, it had been down-pouring for the past two days, and it was tonight, July 7th, 1912, the last night before the Heldentat set sail, that Wolfgang chose to go on his leave. He had heard wonderful things of the 'Mateo Pub,' run by an Aragoner, and decided to go there. On the streets, there were plenty of people strolling, umbrellas being used as canes, and a tip of the hat to the sailor. In fact, he was not a sailor, but he didn't mind. After all, he was in the navy.
He looked down to his left breast. There was one row of two ribbons. The black-and-yellow one was for extraordinary performance in training, otherwise known as the Proficiency Ribbon, and the other was a light red one, the Coastal Waters Service Ribbon, for serving in the Coastal Waters of the country. He had a medal, the Schildkrotelander Navy Long Service Medal, for serving in the navy for two years, and he had a Land Service Badge, for serving aboard a land installation.
He eventually reached the pub, and swung open the wooden door by its gold handle. The window was a large one, but it had been covered by a red drape. As he walked in, it looked like a typical pub, with a bar and tables. There was some music playing on the record. The bartender looked at him and smiled with glee, "Ah! A sailor!" He exclaimed, his voice peppered with an Aragoner accent, "Come, take a seat. I'll get you a beer! On the house!"
Wolfgang took a seat at the bar, next to a beautiful woman dressed oddly in a uniform. He wasn't familiar with it, but he suspected she must be appealing to a special group of men, "Why hello, miss..." Wolfgang leaned against the bar, smiling at her, "You're awfully alone tonight."
Jag har beslutat att aldrig starta ett orättvist krig, och aldrig avsluta ett rättvist krig utan att besegra mina fiender.