[b]Name:[/b] Hans Dietrich Amsel
[b]Rank:[/b] Private
[b]Age:[/b] 20
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
[hider=Private Hans Dietrich Amsel, 3rd Jäger Battalion][center][img=http://i.imgur.com/x0SWxx1.png]
[i]Possessed of blonde hair and blue eyes, an exhausted Hans stares uncertainly at the camera after field training.[/i][/center][/hider]

[b]Skillset:[/b]
[list][*][b]Woodcrafter:[/b] Give Hans a piece of wood and a knife and he will make you a beautiful statue.[/*]
[*][b]Marksman:[/b] Hans is skilled with his Gewehr, more so than the average soldier, though not enough to qualify for sniper.[/*]
[*][b]Jäger:[/b] Hans is part of of a Jäger unit and so is trained for alpine warfare. With legs honed to steep slopes and hands calloused by gripping sharp rock, he is a Bergen mountain trooper through and through.[/*]
[/list][b]History:[/b]

Hans Dietrich Amsel was born in the quaint little town of Escholzmatt to a craftsman and a clothier on January 1920 as the youngest of four siblings, the eldest two being sisters. His father, Adolf Dietrich, owned a small workshop employing nine people who made furniture from wood. Likewise, his mother, Irina Vladiminora, had to her name an equally humble clothing business right across the street. As such, his living standards were higher than some. 

He spent his childhood enjoying interwar peace, and he did moderately well with regards to academics. Like any other boy, his mornings would start with the voice of his mother waking him and his protesting siblings. The smell of father’s coffee, once he had fought off sleep, would then fill his nostrils as he raced down the stairs with Alexander Dietrich, his brother; with his mother and sisters, Leonora and Sophia, admonishing them both and telling them to be careful. Breakfast would be waffles, light meats, milk and fruits, and then he would take a shower so he could dress up for school. Unless, of course, it was the weekend or a holiday, in which case, he would go outside and play.

He was living a comfortable life, definitely. The only significant negative financial bump in his young life was when his father made a failed business venture, which the family took well and quickly recovered from with his mother’s successful business. He and his brother began to take active roles in their father’s workshop as they became fine adolescents; their sisters to their mother’s. Highschool came with relatively low levels of rebellion and more than a few cases of coming home drunk or being discovered with a girl in some dark place, but family ties were mainly strong.

He was, like every other young man at age 17, called up for military service, having completed his highschool education. Sent to a camp where he was drilled endlessly along with others, he was eventually given the unprestigious rank of Private and his very own rifle in the 3rd Jäger Battalion: a unit which, unfortunately, Alexander wasn’t assigned to. Two years of active duty went by relatively unremarkably, and he tucked his m1934 in the darkness of his closet in the middle of 1939 to aid his aging father with the workshop, meanwhile his brother, his elder by one year, went on to university, studying medicine and aiming to, someday, become a doctor.

Civilian life, uneventful though pleasant, lasted for only months for Hans as tensions with neighbors prompted the Principality to mobilize, picking out the Amsel brothers by lottery. Hopeful that war wouldn’t come to his homeland, he donned the uniform once more, kissed his parents and sisters goodbye, and walked to the bus station with dread.

[b]Psychological Profile:[/b]

Hans has no outstanding features personality-wise. Like any other young man, he likes women, drink and good, hearty companionship. He is unambitious, content with helping with and eventually taking over father’s business when the time comes while his brother carries the heavy burden of being the family’s child star and hope for a better future -- a future postponed, with the calling of reserves, which Alexander is part of. This worries him.

Another thing that gnaws at his heart is war looming on the horizon. Oh, he would fight like any other brave Bergen man in service, but he desired for it not to come. He understands that if fighting broke out, the homeland would be far, far different than what it is right now.

Being the youngest of four siblings, he is an inborn follower and is not fit to be in a position of command.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
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[*]Gewehr m1934; starting with 9 5-round clips[/*]
[*]m1918 Bayonet[/*]
[*]Standard Jäger kit of rations, poncho, etc.[/*]
[*]Small notebook and two pencils[/*]
[*]Carving knife[/*]
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