**Name:** Albin Drexel **Age: **39 **Appearance:** Albin in a shaggy looking individual, with his field-grey uniform often creased and appearing a size too big for him. He keeps his hair shaven, to lessen the effects of the Eastern Front's notorious lice. His jack boots and other equipment are well worn (most of it is second-hand), and the pale blue of his eyes are lifeless. He stands little of 5'8, and has the slim build of a pencil pusher. **Personality:** Albin has no faith in Hitler, no faith in the idea of a Thousand Year Reich, and no fair in his ability to survive the Kursk offensive. He is terribly jaded by his experiences, though they have been brief, and speaks with a stutter. He drifts in and out of lucidity, but operates with inhuman efficiency when it comes to "killing or being killed". **Rank:** Grenadier **Background:** Albin is a lawyer by trade, and prior to Hitler's rise to power, he was very much a believer in human rights, and his work was often based around such things. Needless to say, when Germany's Jewish population started to face discrimination, he was one of the first, though one of the few, to voice his concern at the situation. This landed him in prison, where he was given an indefinite sentence pending his "political re-education". Germany's need for manpower in 1943 however, earned him an early release from his purgatory. Given a rifle, a week or two of training, and dispatched with all haste to the Eastern Front along with a whole host of other minor undesirables, Albin is not pleased or enthused by his situation. Prior to the opening days of the Kursk Offensive, Albin had never fired a rifle at a living person. Fast forward to August the 12th, and he is a broken man. War is not his thing, it is not his life. He was never supposed to die in a ditch, unloved and unknown, killed by an enemy who could not - would not - understand his situation. He is propelled now by basic human survival instinct. It is a matter of killing, or being killed. Of following orders, or being condemned for failing to rise to the impossible expectations given to him and his peers. The romantic notions of chivalry, human rights, freedom, compassion, honour and love have no place in him now. Too many close calls, too many throttled throats and bayoneted rib cages have seen to that. He exists now, purely because he must, and he is driven by his basic animal natures to survive the war. **Equipment:** Karabiner 98 Kurz, with a few pre-loaded clips. He's already used his grenades, and lost his bayonet inside some poor Russian girl he mistook for a soldier the previous week. **Other information:** Inexperienced, shell shocked.

[img=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/337/0/4/lion_sketch_by_phobs-d344yt3.png] Name: Karl von Güno Age: 45 Personality: Karl never really identified with the whole Nazi idea and with those that like him forfeit the ideals of Hitler, he loves to make the joke that when an Austrian fails to enter the arts he takes the easy route and becomes a military strongman in the north. Of course, he has a dislike of the Jews for the same reasons as Hitler, the fact that they are bankers above all, but still his opinion on the subject is that they should just be bared to enter education, politics and banking as to prevent their influence. Above all however, he is staunchly catholic in saying that 'Jewish bankers wouldn't be a problem if Germans didn't meddle with usury in the first place'. Otherwise some consider him as a weirdo with some issue due to his habit of trying to make himself feel at home where he is. He calls it an habit from the trenches and so he likes to give the floor a broom sweep, find a rug, a few chairs and a good book, a tidy little living room in the middle of the ruins of the battlefield, even add a potted plant or two if possible. He looks at the civilians more like neighbors rather than enemies, considering that this isn't a war between Germans and Russians, but rather between National Socialists and Communists, the people around them only incidentally being on the communist side. Still, on the same logic he doesn't hesitate to put a bullet in the head of Russian Commissars as even if he doesn't consider himself a Nazi, he'd rather live under a Fascist rather than a Communist state. Background: Son of a minor Freiherr (Baron) in Austria-Hungary, he enlisted as soon as he could in the Austrian army to fight for Emperor and Country as a hussar in the Cavalry. At first he still had some kind of romanticized view of war but was quickly brought back to reality as the fight against Russia went on. In early 1917 he was captured by the Tsarist forces and had the luck to be in one of the better prisoner camp around rather than in Siberia building railways. Still, things were bleak but as the communist rebellion became more and more generalized through the Russian ranks, he managed to leave with a group of fellow Austrians and go back to the Australian lines after 3 days of marching without anyone even trying to stop them. He went back to the front with a medal for his Valiant escape but not for long, the armistice ending the war less than a year later. Still, he had a taste of the real war on the Western front and became an advocate for Austrian neutrality immediately after. Still things were not perfect, the Austrian Empire was dismembered and it wasn't good to be an Austrian in Yugoslavia. At this point his mother died and his father had become a monarchist reactionary crusader. Without money of his own or the possibility to have a real job, he joined the counter-revolutionary white movement in Russia. This was where he met his wife, Veronika Tolstoi, eldest daughter of a family of nobles trying to flee communism. At this point the campaign was failing as the foreign allies of the Tsarists were less and less willing to spend energy on this after a costly world war and so he suggested, and his step family reluctantly accepted, to flee. Most the family moved to Great Britain but having proposed to Veronika, she followed him to Austria where his father had gotten killed by the police. With all his brothers dead in the War, this left him as the sole inheritor. He had no land but still received a hefty amount of money held in Swiss Bank accounts. Trying to look toward the future with his wife, he had many children, followed up on studies in architecture and managed to find stable employment, thanks a lot to some friends he had made in the war. When the war began, he actually managed to shield himself and his children (Well, most, his eldest was really in the whole Reich thing and got himself killed in Africa) for quite some time by playing the 'Race Traitor' card on himself and his child who were no pure Aryan due to their mother being a Slavic Mongrel (Something he finds hilarious since he rarely sees anyone with more Aryan and blonde features such as her). Still, this only went so far as to protect his Children, he himself was still 100% Germanic and was called to arms. He made arrangements for his family to move in the house of one of his cousins in the Austrian Alps to protect them from the constant bombardments in Vienna and joined without trying to dodge the draft, not wanting to attract more attention than needed on himself and his family. Rank: Feldwebel / Sergeant First Class Equipment: -PPSh-41 (x3 Magazines) -Luger P08 (x2 Magazines) -Model 24 Stielhandgranate (x1) -Jackboots (Custom Made) -Helmet -Socks (x5 pairs (2 of them Russian)) -Entrenching Tool -Canteen -Russian Rations (x2) -German Ration (x1) -A large warm white scarf with K.v.G. embroiled in yellow on it. -Pocket Watch Other information: -He is perfectly fluent in Russian and familiar with the culture. -Knows basic english. -He was a white collar bureaucrat working on low level statue and memorial maintenance across Austria before being drafted. -Sleeps 9h a day and really needs his sleep to be functional, is also a light sleeper. -Expert horse rider.

WIP Name: Peter Von Derberg Age: 28 Personality:  Peter is a person who will do as he is told, most of the times being completely obedient to his superiors, except in times of emotional turmoil. However when a superior acts uppity towards him he doesn't react well, he believes that he is better then them, that he has given more then them and therefore when he carries out orders that his superiors wouldn't do, he is reluctant. Background:  Before the start of the war he use to live with his parents and disabled cousin, in a little village south of Saarbrücken by 20 miles or so. His family originated from another little village in the Bavarian alps, though had migrated to the western region at the end of the first world war, in case Germany ever became too unstable and they had to pack up and head France side. He had spent his childhood working fields and mines with his father, never having time for a formal education, only ever learning to read, write and count from his mother, who had been a shop clerk before marrying his father. At the start of the first world war, around the time he was 9, his father was drafted into the army, after a few days of him being at the front the family received a letter. Apparently his father had been killed on the front, the discription of how he died was vague, claiming that he was shot in the stomach (a pain Peter wouldn't realize until later). At the point the family got the letter, he found himself unable to cry, he had shed his tears when his father had left and now realized he had to be the man of the house, he had to provide. By the time he was 13, as the war was winding down, he was already in full time work, working jobs where ever he could find them, alongside men who had returned from the front and women who had taken the place of men during the war.  During the 1920s as he started to mature into manhood, he found himself becoming more and more attached to his cousin, until the point he recognized it as love. His cousin, Lotte, a second cousin of Austrian origin, was a sufferer of  learning difficulties, otherwise summed up as: she was slow. Doctors claimed it was because she was born with only half a brain, though Peter really didn't see how this was possible because everyone, to his knowledge, had a whole brain.  At the start of the World War 2 he managed to escape the first wave of drafts by claiming he had Scarlet fever but his block leader knew he was lying and so had him shipped off in December of '39. His first posting was in North Africa, he'd been there for one and a half years before receiving a discharge due to injuries, having been completely deafned in the left ear and partially in the right because of a shell explosion. However his time with his mother and beloved Lotte in Germany was short, he was almost immediately re-deployed with a platoon and he remains there to this day. Rank:  Obersoldat Equipment:  - Kar 98 rifle. - Browning Hi-power 9mm (looted off a dead Brit during his time in north Africa). - Model 24 grenade x2. - Bedouin Dagger (traded his standard issue combat knife with a Bedouin for his knife). - Standard Helmet. - Standard Uniform (jacket removed and in bag, has rolled up sleeves). - Mess Kit. - Canteen. - Bolt Cutters.  - Old Teddy bear.  Other:  - Before any large confrontations he takes heavy painkillers, the disadvantage of being almost deaf is you don't know where the danger is coming from and if you get hit, you still need to concentrate. - When ever he receives letters from his beloved Lotte, he folds them neatly and stuffs them into the old Teddy bear that once belonged to her. If it were taken from him, he'd probably destroy the man who did.