Full Name: Henneth Eizen Friedrich
Also Known As: Eizen, The Shadow, Walker.
Birthdate: Wiesbaden, Germany.
Place of Origin: Germany
Ethnicity: German
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 167 Lbs
Appearance: *Picture at the end of the character sheet.
District: Mechanic district.
Why are they in Prison?
Family: Anathe Marie Friedrich. Mother, (Deceased). Kerndal Eizen Friedrich. Father, (Living atop one of the sky cities). Anabelle Marie Friedrich. Sister, (Living with their father).
Personality: Henneth is slightly out going, rather self-less and shows little to no emotion. Due to events from his past he's kept emotions to himself. He tried to care for his sister as well as he could, attempting to keep her from going down the path he did. The age gape between them is roughly five years or so. He was better mannered at a younger age, after the age of twevle that changed, he's become self-less since then, constant lies and rude behavior, this was around the time he started on his crimal streak.
History: Henneth was born, Febuary 2nd, 2070. Twas an interesting week leading up to that evening. His parents had word of Asbasta and thought it was interesting, the thought of the horrid prisoners being held there gave some comfort to them. The other prison systems they had, while the worked it didn't provide enough comfort for them. Even more so given their first born was due any day now.
Early that morning of Febuary 2nd, they headed to the nearby hospital for delivery of Henneth. Through many painful hours, Henneth was born. They were so happy and proud of what they had created and done, they stayed that night and were relased the next day. They returned home and showed Henneth around, knowing he wouldn't remember any of it wouldn't stop them from doing so in the end.
As time went on he grew older, school was the usual. Picked on for the first few years, stood up to the bullies and beat them like they would to him. After that no one dared to bully him again, school was better for him after that. Grades weren't an issue until later once he was older. For now they were fine and he did well in school.
Around the same time of his first year of schooling, his parents decided to have another child. Hopefully a girl this time, it worked as planned and shortly after school let out for the year his sister was born. They went through the same things with her as they did him. Only difference this time was that Henneth would constantly ask about her, who she was and why she was with them. It took him a few weeks to fully understand it, he accepted it and was proud to be an older brother for her.
Around the age of twelve is when he started acting differently than before. Lashing out at times, doing poor in school and hanging around the wrong crowds. He'd pick on the other kids and make life a pain for those around him. He got in trouble at home and with the teachers at school a lot, the usual punishments stopped working on him and his parents had to resort to worse punishments. They worked for a time, he grew used to them and it no longer bothered him at all.
He'd begun to act better at home in a few years later, before that he acted upon his first crime, petty as it was he'd shoplifted a few times. Every few months or so, because he had to have that jacket or hoodie or game system or a game for said system. He was caught many times, he still did it over and over again in the future.
A few years later when he actually did start acting better around home, he decided to be a decent brother for his sister. Started caring for her more and tried to make sure what he was doing and went through wouldn't happen to her. He looked out for her, dispite what he has done and will continue to do. Looking out for her was a bigger priority for him.
As the years went by and they grew older. His sister didn't go down the same path as him, the opposite as a matter of fact. During those years and the next few to come. He was now sixteen and able to drive around, he'd continue stealing but went for better items at this time, better knowledge and more experience than before. He'd destroy public property and break into buildings at this point, he'd started a little "gang" persay. He went by "The Shadow" due to being able to sneak about and do this during the day if he pleased.
As time went on, his crimes got worse and he'd gone to jail a few times. The first time he was bailed out due to it being shoplifting a new jacket at the age of fourteen. After that his parents decided it was best if he was stuck in there, serving the time he'd earn for his crimes. He'd have a record in no time, it was already large enough and it messed up anything he could have gone for in the future.
At the age of twenty-two he'd setup a master plan to rob and destory a bank, it didn't go acording to plan and cost him majorly, all of the members of his gang who went, about eight of the ten, him included. Went and carried this out in hopes of it working. Guns and the sort, plenty of explosives. The other seven who went died and Henneth surrendered after that, he was put in jail for about six months while everything was worked out. He had court dates leading up to the age of twenty-four for all of the crimes he'd commited in the past. Sentenced to Ironwall Prison in Asbasta for twenty years on one sentence, ten on another, eight on a few more. One for life due to a second degree murder and burning down the house, and the rest varried. He'd racked up hundreds of years and a life sentence.
Sample RP: The bank crime Henneth planned out, they made the plans for it the year prior to it actually happening. The time from the planning was finished to when it was acted upon was spent getting weapons, explosives and the gear they'd take with them. Grenades, guns, C-4, wall breaching charges and more. They'd killed certain people to gain this equipment, robbed stores of the rest.
They kept the equipment in the hideout inside of a large crate under the floor, five locks in total to keep everybody out aside from himself. Henneth had continued planning on his own incase shit went bad and he had to get out. He somehow managed to come accross the blueprints of the bank, worked out an escape route and checked it out in person a few times. He had it all setup and though it to be the master plan of all plans he'd have before.
About six months later, they happened across the wall breaching charges and added those into the crate, a few months after that C-4 and even more ammunition for the guns they'd collected. During that time, many were considering backing out, insults were thrown and many arguments were fought out because of that, Henneth managed to convince people it was worth it and they'd all come out alive in the end.
The last remaining months were filled with last minute plannng incase stuff went bad for the others, they'd split up, two to an exit, three to the back and the last two on the other end through windows. Henneth kept his secret from the others and said he had it planned out for himself, they said it was fine and he kept it hidden from them. His plan was to make it to the roof where he'd stored a zipline, risky as it was given the age and ware it had to it. He'd tested it in his free time before and made sure that it would work out.
The time came, they met the night before and went over the plan one last time. They slept in the hideout, loaded the crate into the van they'd stolen a few years before that. Everyone wore what they'd claimed, vests, masks, ammo belts, gloves and the sort they'd collected over the years. Each mask was collected years back and customized to each wearers liking. Everyone had what they wore in a similar fashion to the mask they had for themselves.
Upon waking up, they'd get out the fears they had about this, left notes at the hideout incase they didn't make it out alive. Things to be left for others in the will they'd made before hand, two years before hand. They left everything out in the hideout and trusted an ally with beridding of it after the heist they were about to unleash.
That night they set off, parking the van in the parking lot next door. Took the gear and went around back, got in by force. Knocking the door down was how they'd get in, they knew the alarm would be set off, they had two of the group in different locations of the bank with rifles. Keeping watch over everything, handsets to communicate between the group as a whole. Everyone got in position and they'd begun setting charges to break into the vault, blasting locks off of the lock boxes. They wouldn't leave anything left if they could help it. Bagging it all up and keeping it near them at all times.
The police arrived not long after, they'd kept cool until this, being shot at by many forces from all sides would do that to someone. They fought back, many bullets fired and charges set off to blow a few up and take down walls atop of others. The comms they had were going nuts before hand, they were even wilder afterwards. Many shouts for help and that they were running low on a certain thing, ammo or grenades. Everything was spoken of, Henneth would speak words to encourage them to keep fighting, after finishing his tiny speech, two were taken down. Snipers were setup and told to take them out by any means they could. Another two after that, the group fled to the back of the bank, setting charges they had, using everything they had to get out of there. It wasn't a matter of success at this point, it was getting out alive.
The remaining three made it outside, wrong move as forces were covering the last exit. The two aside from Henneth went out first and second. Trying to take out whoever they could, they both provided distraction and took a few out each. Henneth used his last grenade to force his way out, the explosion wiped a handful of soldiers out. He made a run for it and noticed the other two with gunshot wounds in their upper back and across their arms and legs. Brutal death to them both, overkill if you asked him. While he was distracted he was shot in the leg twice, taken down and tackled many times over. Cuffed and beat with nightsticks. They took him to the best jail they had and tossed him in solitary for the time being.
Password: I know the rules, I know the password. I'm the master of this world, I say I don't need to put the password, which happens to be Cheesecake. Read the rules for the password though, don't take it from here!
Misc: Nothing worth noting, if anything it'd come out in the roleplay.
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Also Known As: Eizen, The Shadow, Walker.
Birthdate: Wiesbaden, Germany.
Place of Origin: Germany
Ethnicity: German
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 167 Lbs
Appearance: *Picture at the end of the character sheet.
District: Mechanic district.
Why are they in Prison?
Family: Anathe Marie Friedrich. Mother, (Deceased). Kerndal Eizen Friedrich. Father, (Living atop one of the sky cities). Anabelle Marie Friedrich. Sister, (Living with their father).
Personality: Henneth is slightly out going, rather self-less and shows little to no emotion. Due to events from his past he's kept emotions to himself. He tried to care for his sister as well as he could, attempting to keep her from going down the path he did. The age gape between them is roughly five years or so. He was better mannered at a younger age, after the age of twevle that changed, he's become self-less since then, constant lies and rude behavior, this was around the time he started on his crimal streak.
History: Henneth was born, Febuary 2nd, 2070. Twas an interesting week leading up to that evening. His parents had word of Asbasta and thought it was interesting, the thought of the horrid prisoners being held there gave some comfort to them. The other prison systems they had, while the worked it didn't provide enough comfort for them. Even more so given their first born was due any day now.
Early that morning of Febuary 2nd, they headed to the nearby hospital for delivery of Henneth. Through many painful hours, Henneth was born. They were so happy and proud of what they had created and done, they stayed that night and were relased the next day. They returned home and showed Henneth around, knowing he wouldn't remember any of it wouldn't stop them from doing so in the end.
As time went on he grew older, school was the usual. Picked on for the first few years, stood up to the bullies and beat them like they would to him. After that no one dared to bully him again, school was better for him after that. Grades weren't an issue until later once he was older. For now they were fine and he did well in school.
Around the same time of his first year of schooling, his parents decided to have another child. Hopefully a girl this time, it worked as planned and shortly after school let out for the year his sister was born. They went through the same things with her as they did him. Only difference this time was that Henneth would constantly ask about her, who she was and why she was with them. It took him a few weeks to fully understand it, he accepted it and was proud to be an older brother for her.
Around the age of twelve is when he started acting differently than before. Lashing out at times, doing poor in school and hanging around the wrong crowds. He'd pick on the other kids and make life a pain for those around him. He got in trouble at home and with the teachers at school a lot, the usual punishments stopped working on him and his parents had to resort to worse punishments. They worked for a time, he grew used to them and it no longer bothered him at all.
He'd begun to act better at home in a few years later, before that he acted upon his first crime, petty as it was he'd shoplifted a few times. Every few months or so, because he had to have that jacket or hoodie or game system or a game for said system. He was caught many times, he still did it over and over again in the future.
A few years later when he actually did start acting better around home, he decided to be a decent brother for his sister. Started caring for her more and tried to make sure what he was doing and went through wouldn't happen to her. He looked out for her, dispite what he has done and will continue to do. Looking out for her was a bigger priority for him.
As the years went by and they grew older. His sister didn't go down the same path as him, the opposite as a matter of fact. During those years and the next few to come. He was now sixteen and able to drive around, he'd continue stealing but went for better items at this time, better knowledge and more experience than before. He'd destroy public property and break into buildings at this point, he'd started a little "gang" persay. He went by "The Shadow" due to being able to sneak about and do this during the day if he pleased.
As time went on, his crimes got worse and he'd gone to jail a few times. The first time he was bailed out due to it being shoplifting a new jacket at the age of fourteen. After that his parents decided it was best if he was stuck in there, serving the time he'd earn for his crimes. He'd have a record in no time, it was already large enough and it messed up anything he could have gone for in the future.
At the age of twenty-two he'd setup a master plan to rob and destory a bank, it didn't go acording to plan and cost him majorly, all of the members of his gang who went, about eight of the ten, him included. Went and carried this out in hopes of it working. Guns and the sort, plenty of explosives. The other seven who went died and Henneth surrendered after that, he was put in jail for about six months while everything was worked out. He had court dates leading up to the age of twenty-four for all of the crimes he'd commited in the past. Sentenced to Ironwall Prison in Asbasta for twenty years on one sentence, ten on another, eight on a few more. One for life due to a second degree murder and burning down the house, and the rest varried. He'd racked up hundreds of years and a life sentence.
Sample RP: The bank crime Henneth planned out, they made the plans for it the year prior to it actually happening. The time from the planning was finished to when it was acted upon was spent getting weapons, explosives and the gear they'd take with them. Grenades, guns, C-4, wall breaching charges and more. They'd killed certain people to gain this equipment, robbed stores of the rest.
They kept the equipment in the hideout inside of a large crate under the floor, five locks in total to keep everybody out aside from himself. Henneth had continued planning on his own incase shit went bad and he had to get out. He somehow managed to come accross the blueprints of the bank, worked out an escape route and checked it out in person a few times. He had it all setup and though it to be the master plan of all plans he'd have before.
About six months later, they happened across the wall breaching charges and added those into the crate, a few months after that C-4 and even more ammunition for the guns they'd collected. During that time, many were considering backing out, insults were thrown and many arguments were fought out because of that, Henneth managed to convince people it was worth it and they'd all come out alive in the end.
The last remaining months were filled with last minute plannng incase stuff went bad for the others, they'd split up, two to an exit, three to the back and the last two on the other end through windows. Henneth kept his secret from the others and said he had it planned out for himself, they said it was fine and he kept it hidden from them. His plan was to make it to the roof where he'd stored a zipline, risky as it was given the age and ware it had to it. He'd tested it in his free time before and made sure that it would work out.
The time came, they met the night before and went over the plan one last time. They slept in the hideout, loaded the crate into the van they'd stolen a few years before that. Everyone wore what they'd claimed, vests, masks, ammo belts, gloves and the sort they'd collected over the years. Each mask was collected years back and customized to each wearers liking. Everyone had what they wore in a similar fashion to the mask they had for themselves.
Upon waking up, they'd get out the fears they had about this, left notes at the hideout incase they didn't make it out alive. Things to be left for others in the will they'd made before hand, two years before hand. They left everything out in the hideout and trusted an ally with beridding of it after the heist they were about to unleash.
That night they set off, parking the van in the parking lot next door. Took the gear and went around back, got in by force. Knocking the door down was how they'd get in, they knew the alarm would be set off, they had two of the group in different locations of the bank with rifles. Keeping watch over everything, handsets to communicate between the group as a whole. Everyone got in position and they'd begun setting charges to break into the vault, blasting locks off of the lock boxes. They wouldn't leave anything left if they could help it. Bagging it all up and keeping it near them at all times.
The police arrived not long after, they'd kept cool until this, being shot at by many forces from all sides would do that to someone. They fought back, many bullets fired and charges set off to blow a few up and take down walls atop of others. The comms they had were going nuts before hand, they were even wilder afterwards. Many shouts for help and that they were running low on a certain thing, ammo or grenades. Everything was spoken of, Henneth would speak words to encourage them to keep fighting, after finishing his tiny speech, two were taken down. Snipers were setup and told to take them out by any means they could. Another two after that, the group fled to the back of the bank, setting charges they had, using everything they had to get out of there. It wasn't a matter of success at this point, it was getting out alive.
The remaining three made it outside, wrong move as forces were covering the last exit. The two aside from Henneth went out first and second. Trying to take out whoever they could, they both provided distraction and took a few out each. Henneth used his last grenade to force his way out, the explosion wiped a handful of soldiers out. He made a run for it and noticed the other two with gunshot wounds in their upper back and across their arms and legs. Brutal death to them both, overkill if you asked him. While he was distracted he was shot in the leg twice, taken down and tackled many times over. Cuffed and beat with nightsticks. They took him to the best jail they had and tossed him in solitary for the time being.
Password: I know the rules, I know the password. I'm the master of this world, I say I don't need to put the password, which happens to be Cheesecake. Read the rules for the password though, don't take it from here!
Misc: Nothing worth noting, if anything it'd come out in the roleplay.
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