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[i]"Russia? No thanks, I'm cold enough as it is." [/i]
Name:
Walter Holfmeister 
Age:
28
Appearance:
Stands at around 5'9 and has a medium build, though one would barley notice under all the clothing. 
Bio:
Originally born in Hamburg, Germany, he was conscripted into service to fight in the Second Franco-Prussian war of 1938. He was compatible with combat tonics so he was the designated tonic user of his squad. These "combat tonics" enhanced his senses and gave subtle advantages to him in combat. He had been fighitng in the muddy trenches for nearly 5 years before suddenly ending up in this death world. 
Skills:
Knows how to kill in close quarters as he was a Sturmtruppe (Storm Trooper) and somehow survived the many machine gun nest charges and horrifyingly brutal and deadly trench warfare. His combat tonic makes him react quicker and think faster, allowing him to counter attacks with greater precision and speed. Being a soldier he also has great endurance and can walk for miles without tiring. In other words he's good when it gets close and personal and can keep running when there is a need for a "tactical withdraw". 
Weapons:
MP-18 9mm Submachine gun
Luger 9mm pistol 
Four bottles of combat tonic
Two hand grenades
One Trench Knife
One Trench Club
[url=http://www.cheaperthandirt.com/ctd_images/lgprod/CORP-020.jpg]One Entrenchment Shovel[/url]
Power:
Can summon a poisonous gas that engulfs him and the general area for a short period of time. 
Equipment:
Gas Mask
Sentry Body armor (AKA strategically placed steel plates over chest and arteries in the legs and arms)
His clothing, gloves, and helmet as seen in the picture. Keeps him warm and dry even in the muddiest of places! 
A satchel with four days worth of rations

Vices:
The only thing he may truly fear is being alone for the rest of his life. To be confined to a solitary existence. 
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