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Friedrich Köhler
Name: Friedrich Johann Köhler.
Birthdate: October 10th, 1910.
Age: 30.
Citizenship: German.
Loyalties: Nazi Party.
Occupation: Soldier.
Background: Friedrich was born to a working-class German family in Berlin in 1910. The early years of his life were spent as average as any other Berlin child – playing war in the streets, going hungry every now and then when dinner cost too much to buy, running to hear what happened to the troops on the corners when news would come in.
In short? Friedrich was well on his way to becoming a nationalist, much like many of his generation. Nothing truly came of this, other than spirited debates regarding politics with his fellows. Arguing, from childhood, had always been where his talent lay, preferring a book to sports, carving and drawing to the running games once he passed out of childhood. He was teased through adolescence for his nigh-skeletal stature and his lack of physical practice, but he shrugged it off – for the most part, other than a fistfight that broke his nose.
Nothing truly came of anything…until he went away to university. The first year or so passed as typical as anything. He and his fellow students would stay up late, arguing politics, arguing about nationalism and socialism and all the isms of the day. And for a time, it seemed as if they would stay mere arguments, but when he was twenty – 1933 – Things Changed. Cultural revolution, Hitler became Chancellor…
And certain small groups of sympathetic-to-the National Socialist German Workers Party students just…disappeared.
Friedrich was one of them. He was changed, Turned, into what his grandfather’s old stories had called a Werwolf. He didn’t fight it – even if he had wanted to, he wouldn’t have known how, taken somewhere far from home, far from friends and everything he had really known…
Abruptly, the young, mostly-harmless student wasn’t quite so harmless anymore. He was assigned with a pack, a mixture of those newly turned like him, and older, wiser wolf-kind. Trained – a normal soldier’s training, and training as a wolf. Conditioned for loyalty, and then he and his pack-mates were set loose on the battlefield.
And he liked it. Sure, part of his mind – the small part of himself that still survived the conditioning and the pack mentality – railed against what he was doing, but the more primal parts of his brain basked in the flow of blood through fangs, gloried in the knowledge that he was no longer the slowest, the weakest, the gawky scarecrow with the broken nose. He was a wolf.
He and his brethren fought in Flanders, aided in the war inwards against France, and when France was forced into their treaty, he and some of his kin were "rewarded." They were taken off the front and assigned to aid the German officers keep the local government In Paris under their careful control.
Friedrich also likes this. His animalistic tendencies miss the bloodshed of constant battle, but there’s always an informant here to gut, a sympathetic party there to terrorize…and his more humanistic side prefers sleeping under a roof and hiding the wolf beneath a smile and a uniform.
Special Skills/Abilities: Supernatural abilities (see addendum); intimidation; manipulation; combat training.
Personality: Friedrich’s personality works in cycles, alternating between conversational, charming, carefully controlled and calculating to simplistic, impulsive and brutal depending on what time of the month it is. He’s consistently sadistic – though the nature of his sadism varies with his mentality – and consistently loyal – to the point of death - to anyone he deems his superior or his pack-mate, but other than that his relationships tend to be short-lived and not worth speaking of.
Appearance: Friedrich is tall, lanky and gaunt with chin-length dark hair that he usually wears slicked back, and light, almost yellow-tinged brown eyes. He never seems to look at people, instead he seems to be looking through them.
Supernatural Addendum
Supernatural Type: Werewolf, beta rank. Friedrich is subject to involuntary shifts into a large wolf on nights of the full moon or moments of extreme emotion, and can perform willful changes when desired or ordered.
Place in the World: Assassin, enforcer, foot soldier, lackey. He does as his superior officers demand of him, whatever that may be, and has been assigned to aid in the occupation of Paris in any way they see fit.
Powers: Friedrich’s reflexes and all five of his senses are heightened in any form, his human strength is about that of twice the average for a strong human, and he’s about twice as fast. He can turn into a large, black-brown wolf at will, and maintains the wolf’s fangs (though not as pronounced) when in human form.
His weaknesses are those of a normal human – he can get sick, de-limbed, injured and killed any way that a human could – but he’s more likely to avoid injury through his reflexes. He is allergic to silver, and monkshood. On the night of the full moon, he cannot return to human form, and his thinking is that of an animal. His personality also cycles, his self-control and human intelligence – logic and so forth - peaking at the furthest point of the month from the full moon, while his brutality and instinctive behavior increase as the full moon grows nearer.
Name: Friedrich Johann Köhler.
Birthdate: October 10th, 1910.
Age: 30.
Citizenship: German.
Loyalties: Nazi Party.
Occupation: Soldier.
Background: Friedrich was born to a working-class German family in Berlin in 1910. The early years of his life were spent as average as any other Berlin child – playing war in the streets, going hungry every now and then when dinner cost too much to buy, running to hear what happened to the troops on the corners when news would come in.
In short? Friedrich was well on his way to becoming a nationalist, much like many of his generation. Nothing truly came of this, other than spirited debates regarding politics with his fellows. Arguing, from childhood, had always been where his talent lay, preferring a book to sports, carving and drawing to the running games once he passed out of childhood. He was teased through adolescence for his nigh-skeletal stature and his lack of physical practice, but he shrugged it off – for the most part, other than a fistfight that broke his nose.
Nothing truly came of anything…until he went away to university. The first year or so passed as typical as anything. He and his fellow students would stay up late, arguing politics, arguing about nationalism and socialism and all the isms of the day. And for a time, it seemed as if they would stay mere arguments, but when he was twenty – 1933 – Things Changed. Cultural revolution, Hitler became Chancellor…
And certain small groups of sympathetic-to-the National Socialist German Workers Party students just…disappeared.
Friedrich was one of them. He was changed, Turned, into what his grandfather’s old stories had called a Werwolf. He didn’t fight it – even if he had wanted to, he wouldn’t have known how, taken somewhere far from home, far from friends and everything he had really known…
Abruptly, the young, mostly-harmless student wasn’t quite so harmless anymore. He was assigned with a pack, a mixture of those newly turned like him, and older, wiser wolf-kind. Trained – a normal soldier’s training, and training as a wolf. Conditioned for loyalty, and then he and his pack-mates were set loose on the battlefield.
And he liked it. Sure, part of his mind – the small part of himself that still survived the conditioning and the pack mentality – railed against what he was doing, but the more primal parts of his brain basked in the flow of blood through fangs, gloried in the knowledge that he was no longer the slowest, the weakest, the gawky scarecrow with the broken nose. He was a wolf.
He and his brethren fought in Flanders, aided in the war inwards against France, and when France was forced into their treaty, he and some of his kin were "rewarded." They were taken off the front and assigned to aid the German officers keep the local government In Paris under their careful control.
Friedrich also likes this. His animalistic tendencies miss the bloodshed of constant battle, but there’s always an informant here to gut, a sympathetic party there to terrorize…and his more humanistic side prefers sleeping under a roof and hiding the wolf beneath a smile and a uniform.
Special Skills/Abilities: Supernatural abilities (see addendum); intimidation; manipulation; combat training.
Personality: Friedrich’s personality works in cycles, alternating between conversational, charming, carefully controlled and calculating to simplistic, impulsive and brutal depending on what time of the month it is. He’s consistently sadistic – though the nature of his sadism varies with his mentality – and consistently loyal – to the point of death - to anyone he deems his superior or his pack-mate, but other than that his relationships tend to be short-lived and not worth speaking of.
Appearance: Friedrich is tall, lanky and gaunt with chin-length dark hair that he usually wears slicked back, and light, almost yellow-tinged brown eyes. He never seems to look at people, instead he seems to be looking through them.
Supernatural Type: Werewolf, beta rank. Friedrich is subject to involuntary shifts into a large wolf on nights of the full moon or moments of extreme emotion, and can perform willful changes when desired or ordered.
Place in the World: Assassin, enforcer, foot soldier, lackey. He does as his superior officers demand of him, whatever that may be, and has been assigned to aid in the occupation of Paris in any way they see fit.
Powers: Friedrich’s reflexes and all five of his senses are heightened in any form, his human strength is about that of twice the average for a strong human, and he’s about twice as fast. He can turn into a large, black-brown wolf at will, and maintains the wolf’s fangs (though not as pronounced) when in human form.
His weaknesses are those of a normal human – he can get sick, de-limbed, injured and killed any way that a human could – but he’s more likely to avoid injury through his reflexes. He is allergic to silver, and monkshood. On the night of the full moon, he cannot return to human form, and his thinking is that of an animal. His personality also cycles, his self-control and human intelligence – logic and so forth - peaking at the furthest point of the month from the full moon, while his brutality and instinctive behavior increase as the full moon grows nearer.