Real Name: Ernst Nagelein

Alias: The Ubermensch

Speech Color: Number 8439ca

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Known

Character Personality: Ernst is loyal to the Nazi regime fully and entirely, he is kind and caring to his countrymen, but rude and demeaning to anyone else. He is a family man, and cares deeply about his wife and two children. He is a trained soldier who fights fearlessly, his smarts leading to him saving his squad's lives multiple times, tales of his bravery and intelligence leading to his becoming the Ubermensch. He is however insecure about his own abilities, and thinks that other soldiers are much better warriors than him. He dislikes spiders and is prone to extreme bouts of fear upon seeing large dogs. Due to his family and upbringing, Ernst is entitled and greedy, but he gives to charity to keep up his image. Despite all of his flaws, Ernst is trusted upon to get the job done, no questions asked.

Character Age/Birthday: Twenty seven, born October 14th.

Uniform/costume:

Origin Info/Details: Born to a rich family, Ernst was educated to inherit his father's fortune. Ernst's father was a coward who escaped world war one via his money and connections. After being taught in Germany's best schools, Ernst became a smart child, often bullied due to his short stature. Due to his studies, he found his own blood type without the aid of anyone else, discovered his resistance to alcohol without drinking a drop, and managed to maximize the amount of mass in muscle gained during a training session, leading to his becoming incredibly strong, he also learned multiple foreign languages, though he suffered a severe chemical burn during his experiments that severely damaged one of his hands. Due to this, Ernst was teased as well, eventually getting into fights, leading to his expulsion from every school that would accept him. Ernst's father became more and more paranoid as he aged, leading to his belief that Ernst's expulsion was the first stage of an American plot to take his fortune, going raving mad, and burning to death in his son's laboratory. With his father taken from him, and his home lost, Ernst turned to his mother for comfort. Ernst believes that the only reason he didn't go as mad as his father was due to his mother's intervention. Eventually, Ernst built a new home with his father's money, married an Austrian girl, and had two children. With the outbreak of Nazism, Ernst was all for a change, the great depression was bad for the many businesses he owned, and Hitler's plans were to fix it and make Germany frightening again. Due to the outbreak of world war two, Ernst was drafted, serving in the invasions of Poland and France with great distinction. Eventually a new program was created to make the perfect German soldier, and Ernst was chosen. After leaving the program, Ernst was changed, due to the experimentation, Ernst was able to unlock untapped portions of the human brain, becoming even smarter, and now with the ability to move objects with his mind. Compounded with his already huge physical strength, Ernst became a force to be reckoned with, able to react to opponents faster than they could move by focusing on the tensing of their muscles, a fist fight with him became suicide, fighting at range also proved difficult, with his ability to throw objects through the air leaving the opponent at no advantage. However, his burn became a problem, as chemical experimentation upon him made it even more vulnerable, forcing him to wear a metal gauntlet under his glove, compromising digital maneuverability. Fighting as the right fist of the Reich, Ernst is a threat comparable to a hungry, angry bear in the mating season... which can throw things with it's mind.

Hero Type: Psychic

Power Level: City level

Powers: Single target telekinesis (Multi target if threshold is crossed, however it would leave him incredibly tired), heightened reaction time, and increased brain capacity (Allowing him to think twice as fast as normal humans)

Attributes:

Strength Level: Normal Human (Above average)

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human.

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Large

Weaknesses: His right hand, which is severely burned, if touched, it causes him severe pain. He is inexperienced with his powers, and they can leave him drained if overused. He can underestimate opponents, and has a habit of underestimating himself, leading to him not fighting at full potential.

Supporting Characters: Ernst's wife, Franziska Nagelein, and his sons, Charles and Heinrich Nagelein.

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Sample Post:

"Seeing as you're not in the mood to talk, I'll force the words out of you." Ernst hissed, his voice cool and calm, he grabbed a cigar out of another interrogator's mouth and put it out in the American's eye, it hissed as the man's eye was blinded. "ARRGH!" The man wrestled against the chair which he was tied to, lifting it off of the ground a few times and creating quite a racket. Ernst smiled behind his gas mask, ahh, the schadenfreude. Ernst held out his left hand while still maintaining eye contact on the struggling and crying man. Placed in his hand was a long piece of rusted metal, thinner at the ends than in the middle, he believed that the British called this a "Crowbar", whatever it was, it was good for swinging. The man's cries stopped, replaced with the sound of metal striking bone. Up over his shoulder and back down it came, again and again and again.

The American looked up at him, his young eyes filled with fear and resentment, he lurched over and spat out a tooth along with a bucketful of blood. "All you got?" The man's voice was like a sob as it escaped his mouth, he was trying to look tough, but it was failing. The aged leather straps on the man's wrists and ankles opened one at a time, he fell to the ground on hands and knees, coughing up blood and teeth. Ernst crouched, to the point where he was looking into the man's eyes while still being on his feet. "Why do you fight me? You're too young to be a martyr, boy. Tell me the Allies' strategy..." Ernst coolly and slowly brought his hand to his hip, drawing a pistol and placing it under the boy's chin tenderly. "We've got many more of you waiting, save your friend's lives and your own by telling me what I want." He overenunciated the Ts and Ms in his sentence as his patience began to run out. "Go ahead, make my son an orphan, my wife a widow, you wouldn't even dare to kill m-" The gunshot echoed around the small room. The boy died instantly, the bullet entered through his chin, went through his mouth, and smashed through the skull, destroying the brain.

The man's head fell limp, and he slapped into the ground. The amount of blood that left every orifice in the man's face could have filled a pool, instead soaking the ground around Ernst's boots, he allowed his gun hand to fall limp, entering the blood released by the man's face, and skimming across the wet ground. Ernst stared at the man's corpse for a few seconds, his blue eye still, and the other closed eyelid bleeding moreso than any other part of his face, caking one half of his young face in blood. Ernst shook his head, he felt horrible every time it came to this, he wished it didn't have to end like that, Americans are foolish. Ernst stood up slowly, he still stared at the body. Eventually, he lifted his gun hand and fired a few rounds into the man's back just in case, blood soaking the man's green fatigues.

Ernst turned to the two other interrogators "Zuordnung fertig." They moved to each side of the door and looked at the ceiling, straight as pencils. Ernst left through the tent flap into the rain. Sloshing through the mud, Ernst walked towards the east perimeter of the camp, meeting many soldiers, who all clapped their heels together and saluted, Ernst made an effort to salute back, but couldn't do it to everyone. The medical tent was wrought with screams when Ernst walked by, poor souls, most dying of some unknown disease, and others dying from the shoddy amputations of their once strong limbs, sapped by disease and injury. Eventually Ernst reached the tent he was looking for, the second interrogation tent, they were spread out to prevent the enemy from escaping and breaking their friends out. Entering through the flap, Ernst came face to face with a bearded man with dirty matted hair and a black eye. "Hello sunshine, hope you've found the accommodations to your liking. Allow me to give you your continental."

Real Name: Maksim "Maks" Lagunov

Alias: The Dead One (Mertvyy or мертвый in Russian)

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Red 9e0b0f

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Known by the Russian Government, Classified otherwise

Character Personality: A loyal Soviet citizen, Maks believes in the great goal of Socialism as the path to Communism. He believes all people should be equal, and unite as one against the common foe. Maks is a grim man, generally quiet and out-of-the-way. Unfortunately, this is directly counter-intuitive to his raging temper, which makes him absolutely vicious when he's pissed. He isn't particularly clever, but he is honest, and considers that his honesty makes up for what he lacks in intellect. He generally believes the right path is the easiest and straightest one, and that too much intrigue and plotting only serves to make a mess. He's quite defensive of the people he knows and trusts, even if they aren't the nicest.

Character Age/Birthday: Twenty Six, December 7th

Uniform/costume: A black Russian officer's trench coat and grey officer's uniform. The gloves have had the fingers cut off of them. The hat has been discarded, and replaced with the cap of a German commander he "Killed" in battle. (He does not consider himself a hero for his country, and as such, has no desire to make a scene of his appearance)

Origin Info/Details: Raised a regular, dirty boy in the slums of Moscow, Maks was born the year of the revolution. His father was a communist, but he lost his life to the Whites when Maks was only 4. Due to the wretched conditions of the common people under the Red regime, Maks grew up with a mediocre education, and once he turned 12, began working to support his aging mother. Maks quickly learned that waiting on line was one of his strong suits, which was excellent for the Socialist regime. As he reached maturity at age 22, he grew bolder and more defensive of his friends and family. After the largest of several fights ended with Maks in jail, facing a sentence in prison, he was approached by Soviet Scientists for an experiment. He could accept their offer and undergo the procedure, or he could go to a gulag, and they would make sure to cut his mother off from the senior bonus the Socialist regime provided her. Maks chose the procedure. Spending two and a half painful years undergoing first treatment, and then training, Maks was finally released into the military, under the command of his handler, Vladimir Sugorev, who also commanded a special NKVD regiment of crack soldiers. The German invasion of the Soviet Union meant Maks would be tested in the field, and he used his power to great success, crushing hundreds of German forces in front of him. And by crushing, this meant Maks would grab a man, drain the electrical life force from him, and then use it to raise a corpse to fight for him. This could chain in effect until Maks had effectively turned an entire regiment right around to fight against its own people, only the only way to kill them was a shot in the head. Maks was essentially a creator of zombies, and while he thought it was a rather interesting power, the NKVD disagreed. He was made into his own special unit, specifically under the jurisdiction only of Sugorev and Stalin himself. Death follows war they say. In Maks' case, War follows Death.

Hero Type (Select one):
Energy: Electrical/Life energy

Power Level (Select one below):
City Level (Theoretically world level, but untested and probably dangerous to Maks)

Powers (Be Specific): The ability to drain the electrical life energy from any living being, and pour it either back into the now deceased victim, or another corpse, and bring it to life under his control. The only way to stop these reanimated beings is a headshot, which destroys the local control center of the corpse, or hitting Maks, breaking his concentration. Most often, nobody realizes it is Maks, and they only aim for the living dead. Maks' can detonate the dead explosively, but it drains the energy-in-use from all other active corpses. Once a corpse is dispelled or killed, it's energy cannot be reused. The dead cannot speak or act of their own free will, and know nothing of their previous existence.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human.

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Large

Weaknesses: Making any contact more than a general touch (I.e. shaking aggressively on up) will break Maks' concentration and collapse the dead, though he will retain their energies (unless the dead being is killed)

Supporting Characters: Vladimir Sugorev is Maks' Handler, boss, and close friend. Sugorev is one of the few undisturbed by Maks' abilities, and Mak's appreciates this immensely. The two are rarely apart, given the special case of their "unit"

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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Maks grumbled as he stumped along through the mud, head down, hands buried the pockets of his coat. Vladimir followed along a short distance behind, periodically checking for Germans. The two men were cold, wet, tired, hungry, and scared. They had been out on the battlefields East of Bryansk for days. Maks stopped and turned, waiting for Vladimir to catch up to him. The man looked visibly ill, his normally bright eyes sunken and dark. His graying hair, usually so well kept, sticking out like a bush in the winter. Maks gestured around as he spoke "To be fair Vlad, at least we aren't at Stalingrad. From what I hear on your radio, it's ten times as bad there."
Vladimir grunted and set his rifle into the mud, leaning on it. "Yeah Maks? We can talk about Stalingrad when we get out of this mess. Besides, they have The Great Patriot with them, they'll be fine. Which way do you think the German lines are? We can always loot their camps." he laughed coldly "Socialist Repurposing.
Maks grinned."Whichever way is west. Look at the sun I guess. Krauts won't know what hit em." Maks had learned quickly that the best way to judge direction was by the sun. Vladimir looked up, and the pointed off to Maks' right. The two turned and plodded off.
It was another hour before they saw the camp. Two tents and a lonely Panzer sat in a loose triangle. The two men could hear the chattering of the Germans. All the trees that would have used to block the sound had been blown up. Without speaking, the pair arranged themselves in their usual infiltration tactic. Maks took out his pistol and grabbed Vladimir's rifle and held him at gunpoint, and the two walked into the camp. Maks had picked up quite a lot of German, and he shouted out about how he had captured a Russian officer. Several Germans came running. Luckily, one of them was far closer than the others. When he reached Maks, he let go of Vladimir and grabbed the German by the shoulders. A crackle of bluish lightning sparked through the air around Maks' hands. The German collapsed, and then, rose again with a groan. Maks whispered to himself "My apologies, Comrade". The German corpse unholstered his machine gun and shot down the two closest soldiers, who crackled with lighting, then got up themselves.
Quickly, the Germans realized what was going on, and shouts went up across the camp Maks only understood some, but he always heard the same thing, and it made him smile to know the Germans were scared. "ACHTUNG! DER TOTE! It meant "the Dead One" in German, and Maks enjoyed the sound of it. Better than the Russian "Mertvyy."
Not long later, all the Germans were dead and under Maks' power, or dead and missing a rather important part of their skull. He directed them to gather around the Panzer. One exploded, and the entire thing and all the corpses went up in flames. Vladimir laughed. "I always liked watching their "Superior Tanks" explode. C'mon, lets grab some of their food and a map, maybe we can find our guys again." Maks smiled at his friend.
"As long as it's not those "German Sausages" again, ugh! I don't care what meat it's made of, just make it fresh! The two men laughed loudly and went off to loot the camp. War was terrible. But it was just a little better with a good friend.

Real Name:
Dmitri Perklov

Alias:
Red Hawk (official), The Great Patriot (common nickname)

Speech Color: #ff001a

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity:
Known only to the scientists who gave him his powers and high government officials.

Character Personality: Dmitri, while a headstrong man, is mostly a fun-loving, kind individual. He has accepted that he will likely die an early death in war (maybe even this one), so he has resolved to pack as much fun and pleasure into his life as possible. Love is his favorite emotion and one he likes to indulge in frequently. Make no mistake, though, he takes his duty to his country very seriously. Regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, he will complete his mission with an unflinching hand. Though he might need a drink afterwards. Communism isn't something he feels very strongly about, but he doesn't oppose the system and notes that it is better than most other forms of governing on the planet. On the subject of religion, he doesn't nail down a label, but his beliefs fit mostly with Agnostic Deism. He believes that there might be a god, but he doesn't believe in any god in particular and he certainly does not believe in a personal god.

Character Age/Birthday: October 21st, 1917 (24)

Uniform: Dmitri's uniform consists of a black leather military blazer trimmed in red with one big, red star on the right shoulder. On the left breast is the hammer and sickle insignia of the Soviet Union. He also wears a pair of black military pants with a big red star on the left leg and a black leather belt.

Origin: Dmitri Perklov was born into a poor family of farmers during the tail end of the first World War. Losing both of his parents to illness early on in his life, he was sent to an orphanage in Moscow. He was very unhappy there as he was often teased by the other children for his outgoing personality that bordered on the weird. However, in his late teenage years, he found a way to escape this hell; the military. As soon as he was able, he packed his bags and began his career as a soldier. He excelled in his training, so much in fact that he was recommended for the Soviet Union's top secret Super Soldier program. Beating out 150 other candidates, he received a highly experimental chemical treatment that drastically improved his human capabilities. He was touted by the Soviet Union as "the soldier of the future." He enjoyed celebrity status from the many propaganda films he took part in, but none of that really mattered to him. All that mattered was that he finally had a purpose.

Hero Type:
Other:
Super Soldier: A super soldier is given no extra abilities, but instead boosts the abilities inherent in every human being.

Power Level: City Level

Powers:
A Super Soldier is given no extra abilities.

Attributes:
Strength Level: 10 tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 50 MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours.

Agility: 10X Human level.

Intelligence: Average - Dmitri is not a genius, but he has an average level of intellect.

Fighting Skill: Mastered - Dmitri is a master of three different types of martial arts.

Resources: Large - When it comes to his missions, he has a large well of resources set aside for anything he needs.

Weaknesses: Drinking, gambling, claustrophobia

Supporting Characters:
-Isabella, a girlfriend who currently resides in Moscow after relocating from Stalingrad to escape the fighting. It was there were she met Dmitri.

-Kazimir, a brother who resides in Berlin after being captured and experimented on in order to become a Super Soldier for the Nazis.

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Sample Post:
Dmitri looked down on the German soldiers in the streets of Stalingrad. This was the home of his dear Isabella, and he was sorry to see it in such a war torn state. His mission was to loosen the Nazis' grip on the city by taking out one of their commanders, one Erich von Manstein. He had never seen the man in person before, just a blurry black and white photograph, which he now had next to his prone body in the bell tower. Once held by the Nazis, Dmitri managed to dispatch the two guards they had stationed here with ease, and even relieved one of them of their Mauser Kar 98 rifle that was fitted with a lovely scope. Dmitri could certainly take the target out in melee if he got the jump on the station, but simply shooting him from afar seemed the most practical course of action. Joining him was a lookout by the name of Ivan. "I see the target." Dmitri said, focusing on Commander Manstein with his scope.

"Wonderful. Just shoot the Nazi bastard so we can go home." Dmitri kept the aim on the Commander. He was speaking to a German soldier. Judging by their uniform, they were likely lower in rank. He wanted to avoid killing the guy if at all possible. He likely had a family he wanted to return home to as well. Maybe even a girlfriend or wife. Besides, this lowly German soldier wasn't his target. He wanted to try to minimize casualties outside of the Commander, so he spent a little bit of extra time planning an escape route.

"Patience, comrade. Patience. If I do a job, I do it correctly. If I make a mistake, it could cost you your life." Ivan rolled his eyes at this assertion.

"Really now? Cost me my life? And how are you not included in that?" Ivan knew what Dmitri's response would be, but he just decided to let the guy indulge in his ego for a bit. He was the Great Patriot after all. It wasn't like he didn't have a reason not to have a big ego. In truth, Dmitri knew that Ivan knew the answer as well.

"I'd think it pretty obvious." Dmitri turned his attention away from the scope to wink at Ivan. When he got his escape route figured out, he peered through the scope again and took aim at the Commander. "Hail Mother Russia." He whispered. Then, he squeezed the trigger.