Name: Fritz Ferdinand
Age: 114 (Bitten at 16)
Appearance: 5'9", with short slicked back blonde hair, green eyes, and no facial hair. Slightly muscular build, but nothing to crazy. Usually wears his German army uniform from World War 2, patched up from where he tore off the SS logo and Nazi symbol.
Faction: ID'd Vampire
Job: New to town so unemployed
Bio: Born 1900, in Germany, Fritz had a rather uneventful childhood, until he was drafted to fight for the German army in World War 1 in 1916. One night, while he was on patrol in the trenches, he spotted a pale shape against the pitch black sky, speeding at him. Fritz's natural reaction was to shoot, but whatever the nightmarish creature was the bullets weren't stopping it. It leap into the trench, tackling Fritz and sinking razor sharp teeth into his shoulder. He struggled to escape, but it's grip was like iron. Suddenly, a shot rang out and the beast looked up, giving Fritz an opportunity to swing a punch. The thing flailed back, and Fritz noticed a smoking imprint where his silver ring had struck. It was then that he understood what had attacked him -- a vampire. He went on the run after that, and joined a vampire enclave until 1939, when World War 2 began, and he rejoined the German army. In that war, he committed unspeakable crimes, and when Germany fell, he thought of himself as a monster, and began to search the world for a cure to his vampirism, until he found an enclave in Colorado that could possibly have what he was looking for...
Personality: Fritz has a more serious personality, with almost no amount of eccentricity about him, due to being used to having to answer to authority, although he does have a romantic side
Weapons: An old Astra 600 pistol.
Other: I DID NOT MAKE A NAZI CHARACTER, only a former Nazi.