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CHARACTER BACK STORY BELOW. I DON’T DO THOSE OFTEN.
Thar be the very, very, very
VERY
long overdue ref sheet for my grey character that I have named Friedrich.
So. Ive finally sorted out the back story for this character to an extent. It still subject to change in the future, but for now this is it. Please forgive any grave errors, I was up all night writing this out. And naturally not at all sober.
Friedrich was born in May, 1892. There was nothing special about him at birth. He was just a normal child. His mother passed away when he was still very young, and his father was simply a shoe maker. He spent his childhood learning the trade, but as a young man, he was drafted into service during WWI in 1915, shortly after it started. He spent most of his time, like the others, sitting around in the trenches being generally miserable and dabbled in some writing of stories and a few poems. He was stationed on the Western front, and being born in Austria-Hungary, he fought for The Central Powers.
The war ended for him as it did for many others who fought on the loosing side; A bloody and unpleasant experience that ended in total disappointment. After the war had ended, he began to search for work in Germany. He took a job as a leather worker and spent much of his free time hunting. As time went on, and he began to become more and more dissatisfied with the Weimar Republic that was installed after the war, his free time began to be spent increasingly on political affairs. This frustration with the political weather in Germany at the time, alongside his stubborn contempt for soviet style communism inevitably lead to his involvement in the Nazi party.
In the early years, he was attending several local Nazi speaking events, and took part in a few brawls with the Communists who were also vying for control at that time. Like many people of his time, he was enamored with Hitler, captivated by his skills as an orator. Not every word the man spoke struck a chord with him. He didnt particularly have any problem with the jews other than some catholic views he had then. And he was not particularly fond of the favoritism that seemed to be breeding within the party in regards to the Aryan ideology, since he was not in fact Aryan himself. However these issues were of little import to him. Much like a Conservative today may still wholeheartedly support a candidate who is against abortion, even if they are strongly pro-choice today. He was still an unhappy man, who was filled with nationalistic zeal, and believed that he and all his countrymen had been fucked over by the allies after the war.
It was this time in the 11th hour before WWII that he developed his tendency to have fur and fangs. It occurred one evening as he was hunting. He was having quite a hard time finding any game- an unusual problem for him- when he came across a middle aged woman who was apparently hunting for some edibles her self. She was more interested in the flora and the mushrooms however. They began talking, and though Friedrich was a rather reserved man, this woman was able to kindle up some conversation with him.
After a couple of minutes of chitchat, she invited him to her cabin for some tea and possibly dinner. Friedrich was famished at this point- he had expected to have bagged some critter and have it dissolving in his gut by now, and he quickly agreed. Once inside, she served him some hot black tea and they shared a small plate of cheese. It was simply an excuse to sit around and talk with eachother more... As it turns out, this woman, who shall remain unnamed, had supposedly lost her husband in WWI and was every bit as upset with the current situation as Friedrich was. While not a member of the Nazi party, she still seemed to hold many of the beliefs that he held. The conversation had managed to work Friedrich into a stir, and upon noticing how upset and angry he was becoming, she asked him one simple question;
"What would you give to be granted the chance to seek retribution for the crimes committed against your... our country, Friedrich?"
Friedrich, in a state of frustration, paused and looked at her before sternly replying "I would give everything if I could set this country back on the pedestal it rightly deserves. I think my party is trying to do just that. Look how far we have come back from the brink of destruction that the Wiemar Republic got us to."
The woman smiled calmly and said to him "Friedrich, I can see you believe war is in the future for us. I can help give you the skills to help our country in the battle you anticipate. I trust you... you have the fire that someone needs to put it into good use."
Now, Friedrich found this rather odd. I couldnt tell you why he chose to inquire further what the woman meant, but he did. He fucking did. Shortly after this Friedrich and the woman were walking to something the woman wished to show him before she told him anymore of her secret. Arriving at a clearing in the trees that had several stones placed around it in what seemed a random order, she told him of the power she could bestow on him here; power that could help him in his goal to restore his country to its former glory.
This was heading down a path that made Friedrich uneasy... But at the same time he was highly interested. When she told him that the stories of men shifting into beasts were true, he laughed at her. And my GOD did he laugh. "Have I stumbled across the REAL witch of the black forest? Is that what this is?!"
In a way, he really had. A fact that, once the laughter stopped, she proved. The woman began to change. Her body contorted in the most unnatural of ways. Friedrich immediately dropped his shit-eating grin into a jaw agape. He looked on in... Not horror... not disgust... just... pure shock. The kind of shock that paralyzes you.
After twisting around like something out of The Exorcism, what once was a pretty, kind woman now stood over him as a tall, black wolf woman with large black feathered wings and grey markings all over her naked form.
"There are true beasts out there. True, powerful entities that no man or woman can truly understand, unless they are one themselves. "
Friedrich stood in silence looking up at the creature that stood before him. She was both captivatingly beautiful, and fundamentally disturbing to him at the same time.
"And you, Friedrich, can have a taste of this. This gift, it could help you immensely in this war you believe is inevitable. But like all the folk tales say, supernatural gifts generally come with a price..."
At this point, Friedrich sensed that there was really only one answer to this dilemma that wouldnt result in him lying amongst these stones as carrion.
"Whats this price you claim I would have to pay?"
The strange creature before him replied "A part of your humanity, of course. Youre putting a beast in there, and there just isnt enough room for the both of them..."
"So Im to become a savage beast that mauls people violently and at random whenever a full moon rises then?"
"No... No. You wont become a mad beast when the moon is round and full. You wont become a werewolf. More of a shapeshifter. Your transformations will be like mine- at will. You will, however notice less humanity within yourself. Humanity you'll only realize the importance of when you die."
These were odd words to him. So he doesnt become a savage beast? So he doesnt pay the price of turning into a monster on occasion? Loosing humanity didnt sound like much of a problem... He didnt have much to begin with. He had been through WWI. He had potentially killed a couple of various Communists that he had fought with...all that was really in mind to him at the time was his country, and himself.
"That sounds like a price for something that I could pay... But what is it Im paying for?"
"For unparallelled strength. For immunity. For immortality. That is what I offer in return for part of your humanity."
It was at this time when Friedrich made up his mind. He seemed faced with little option in the matter, and truth be told, this all appealed to him. To become an unslayable beast that none of his enemies could defeat? He was sure to have plenty of enemies once the war began.
He had to do this.
As he consented, She quickly glided behind him, bit him just above his shoulder, and wrapped her large black wings over him. His blood dripped as she embraced him, and fell onto one of the various strange stones… Then Things went dark for Friedrich...
It was 1939, and Friedrich had thoroughly explored his new... form. He could take the form of a hulking grey wolf man and slaughter game with ease. He was a true beast in every sense of the word. He no longer used his bow or rifle when he was hunting for he had no need for them. Chasing down prey and slaughtering them with his nails and teeth was more satisfying anyways.
It was this year that WWII began and Friedrich once again went into service. He eventually found himself serving a Panzer division. His involvement in this consisted primarily of acting as commander for his tank. It was a new and wholly different experience for a man that grew up without them. But with his newfound strength, he spent most of his time observing the battle field from atop the hatchet of the vehicle to better ascertain the situation. He often assumed his bestial form in front of his own men, whom grew accustomed to the strangeness of it. In time others would too.
Friedrich and his unit were reassigned to the western front, just as he had been on in the first war he faced. He faced hard times there, along with his men in the hedge rows of France in the days following D-day. He still believed the war could be won, but he had since become disillusioned with his Fuhrer. It wasn’t for the concentration camps he had heard grim tales about- He didn’t much care about them. His only issue with them was the fact that they were a waste of resources in his eyes. His compassion for the dead innocents was simply not present. He had also begun to take issue with the Fuhrer because of his incompetence as a military strategist. The man he had thought of as a genius in the earlier years was now making grave tactical errors that threatened the future of his country.
As the war waged on and things became more and more bleak for the German army, Friedrich lost many in his unit, and eventually was called back to Berlin. He had little else to do at this point than to drink, and marvel at the incredible decadency of the higher echelon party individuals, and their ostrich style fleeing from the desperate circumstances that they all now faced. Friedrich was a well-respected, but unacknowledged figure amongst the Nazis. He was a hero in some sense, but he was also a mongrel. A humanoid monster that employed despicable supernatural abilities to defend his country. He spent almost all of his time in the days following D-day in his bestial form. Amongst his men, and amongst higher-ups, it made no difference to him. He was not the sort of creature the Reich wanted to hold up as an example, so while he was well appreciated, he was treated more like a nameless SF operator than a war hero.
Eventually, Berlin was overrun by the Russians. Oh how he hated the Russians… But it made little difference. He was given great strength and durability from the cursed wolf woman, but he was not as “invincible” as she had promised he would be. He could do nothing but wait for the red tide to overrun his position. The inevitable eventually happened and he was finally gunned down in a futile attempt to defend the Reichstag. Executed on the spot with a decisive blow to the head, he crumpled up and died amongst his fellow soldiers. A not so prestigious fate, and one he never believed could befall him after being granted that witches boon.
But it had. He had been crushed. Beaten by the people he despised the most, no less. However, this is when he finally realized the true meaning of the price he had to pay for the gift that had ultimately given so little.
He died. But his body didn’t linger amongst his fallen allies for long. The chains of hell came to claim their prize right away. Friedrich was dragged into a hell he had never imagined, and brought face to face with what he only understood to be the devil. He was henceforth informed that he was in debt to the forces of hell as par for his contract that had been supposed to grant Friedrich the power to help him achieve his only goal. The shewolf had deceived him. Rather easily too. The price he had to pay was not something that would come while he was a living being, but after he passed.
He was restored to the land of the living, but he was not to be among them. He returned as a dead man. A creature of hell who died amongst the fires that are closest to that of hell in the living world. He was essentially a demon now, a creature warped by the fires of hell. No longer a majestic wolf, he now bore markings that had been burnt into him by hellfire, a serpentine tail, and wicked ears twisted up into what resembled horns. His eyes had also lost their luster and become hallow and grey looking.
He gained some supernatural powers, such as the ability to instantly transport to hell as well as the possession of some spectral feathered wings much like the cow who had cursed him had possessed. But this was nothing of benefit to him, for now he was an undead creature tasked with sending the damned screaming to hell.He was in service to the devil; sending sinners to the fires of hell before they have the chance to redeem themselves. A manslayer of sorts. He was not immune to pain or death, but in the event he should die, he would be returned to the lands of the living by the forces of hell. After he had suffered in a lake of fire for the appropriate time that is.
So that is the fate that befell Friedrich. A man hell bent on restoring his country to what he believed it deserved who fell short and was duped by some foul shewolf. Now he is forever condemned to an endless existence of slaughtering sinful men so that hell may lay claim to their souls before they may redeem themselves. An agent of hell…
But then again… being tasked with the elimination of evil men and women could also be considered a task sent by God… So who knows what Friedrich may ultimately be working towards…
In any case he is a rather twisted creature. Wronged and abused throughout life, and left for fodder.
Hes a bitter old thing that is best left the hell alone.
TL;DR - Dude born in late 1892. Austrian. Dad makes shoes, mom died early on. WWI happens. Drafted. Niggas loose. Freddy is unhappy. Nazis come around. Freddy likes them. Freddy meets creepy woman, becomes werewolf thing. WWII becomes a thing. Freddy eventually dies and the Axis loose. Freddy ends up enslaved to the forces of hell and has to spend the rest of eternity slaying sinners to send their souls to hell, in service to Beelzebub.
The end.
CHARACTER BACK STORY BELOW. I DON’T DO THOSE OFTEN.
Thar be the very, very, very
VERY
long overdue ref sheet for my grey character that I have named Friedrich.
So. Ive finally sorted out the back story for this character to an extent. It still subject to change in the future, but for now this is it. Please forgive any grave errors, I was up all night writing this out. And naturally not at all sober.
Friedrich was born in May, 1892. There was nothing special about him at birth. He was just a normal child. His mother passed away when he was still very young, and his father was simply a shoe maker. He spent his childhood learning the trade, but as a young man, he was drafted into service during WWI in 1915, shortly after it started. He spent most of his time, like the others, sitting around in the trenches being generally miserable and dabbled in some writing of stories and a few poems. He was stationed on the Western front, and being born in Austria-Hungary, he fought for The Central Powers.
The war ended for him as it did for many others who fought on the loosing side; A bloody and unpleasant experience that ended in total disappointment. After the war had ended, he began to search for work in Germany. He took a job as a leather worker and spent much of his free time hunting. As time went on, and he began to become more and more dissatisfied with the Weimar Republic that was installed after the war, his free time began to be spent increasingly on political affairs. This frustration with the political weather in Germany at the time, alongside his stubborn contempt for soviet style communism inevitably lead to his involvement in the Nazi party.
In the early years, he was attending several local Nazi speaking events, and took part in a few brawls with the Communists who were also vying for control at that time. Like many people of his time, he was enamored with Hitler, captivated by his skills as an orator. Not every word the man spoke struck a chord with him. He didnt particularly have any problem with the jews other than some catholic views he had then. And he was not particularly fond of the favoritism that seemed to be breeding within the party in regards to the Aryan ideology, since he was not in fact Aryan himself. However these issues were of little import to him. Much like a Conservative today may still wholeheartedly support a candidate who is against abortion, even if they are strongly pro-choice today. He was still an unhappy man, who was filled with nationalistic zeal, and believed that he and all his countrymen had been fucked over by the allies after the war.
It was this time in the 11th hour before WWII that he developed his tendency to have fur and fangs. It occurred one evening as he was hunting. He was having quite a hard time finding any game- an unusual problem for him- when he came across a middle aged woman who was apparently hunting for some edibles her self. She was more interested in the flora and the mushrooms however. They began talking, and though Friedrich was a rather reserved man, this woman was able to kindle up some conversation with him.
After a couple of minutes of chitchat, she invited him to her cabin for some tea and possibly dinner. Friedrich was famished at this point- he had expected to have bagged some critter and have it dissolving in his gut by now, and he quickly agreed. Once inside, she served him some hot black tea and they shared a small plate of cheese. It was simply an excuse to sit around and talk with eachother more... As it turns out, this woman, who shall remain unnamed, had supposedly lost her husband in WWI and was every bit as upset with the current situation as Friedrich was. While not a member of the Nazi party, she still seemed to hold many of the beliefs that he held. The conversation had managed to work Friedrich into a stir, and upon noticing how upset and angry he was becoming, she asked him one simple question;
"What would you give to be granted the chance to seek retribution for the crimes committed against your... our country, Friedrich?"
Friedrich, in a state of frustration, paused and looked at her before sternly replying "I would give everything if I could set this country back on the pedestal it rightly deserves. I think my party is trying to do just that. Look how far we have come back from the brink of destruction that the Wiemar Republic got us to."
The woman smiled calmly and said to him "Friedrich, I can see you believe war is in the future for us. I can help give you the skills to help our country in the battle you anticipate. I trust you... you have the fire that someone needs to put it into good use."
Now, Friedrich found this rather odd. I couldnt tell you why he chose to inquire further what the woman meant, but he did. He fucking did. Shortly after this Friedrich and the woman were walking to something the woman wished to show him before she told him anymore of her secret. Arriving at a clearing in the trees that had several stones placed around it in what seemed a random order, she told him of the power she could bestow on him here; power that could help him in his goal to restore his country to its former glory.
This was heading down a path that made Friedrich uneasy... But at the same time he was highly interested. When she told him that the stories of men shifting into beasts were true, he laughed at her. And my GOD did he laugh. "Have I stumbled across the REAL witch of the black forest? Is that what this is?!"
In a way, he really had. A fact that, once the laughter stopped, she proved. The woman began to change. Her body contorted in the most unnatural of ways. Friedrich immediately dropped his shit-eating grin into a jaw agape. He looked on in... Not horror... not disgust... just... pure shock. The kind of shock that paralyzes you.
After twisting around like something out of The Exorcism, what once was a pretty, kind woman now stood over him as a tall, black wolf woman with large black feathered wings and grey markings all over her naked form.
"There are true beasts out there. True, powerful entities that no man or woman can truly understand, unless they are one themselves. "
Friedrich stood in silence looking up at the creature that stood before him. She was both captivatingly beautiful, and fundamentally disturbing to him at the same time.
"And you, Friedrich, can have a taste of this. This gift, it could help you immensely in this war you believe is inevitable. But like all the folk tales say, supernatural gifts generally come with a price..."
At this point, Friedrich sensed that there was really only one answer to this dilemma that wouldnt result in him lying amongst these stones as carrion.
"Whats this price you claim I would have to pay?"
The strange creature before him replied "A part of your humanity, of course. Youre putting a beast in there, and there just isnt enough room for the both of them..."
"So Im to become a savage beast that mauls people violently and at random whenever a full moon rises then?"
"No... No. You wont become a mad beast when the moon is round and full. You wont become a werewolf. More of a shapeshifter. Your transformations will be like mine- at will. You will, however notice less humanity within yourself. Humanity you'll only realize the importance of when you die."
These were odd words to him. So he doesnt become a savage beast? So he doesnt pay the price of turning into a monster on occasion? Loosing humanity didnt sound like much of a problem... He didnt have much to begin with. He had been through WWI. He had potentially killed a couple of various Communists that he had fought with...all that was really in mind to him at the time was his country, and himself.
"That sounds like a price for something that I could pay... But what is it Im paying for?"
"For unparallelled strength. For immunity. For immortality. That is what I offer in return for part of your humanity."
It was at this time when Friedrich made up his mind. He seemed faced with little option in the matter, and truth be told, this all appealed to him. To become an unslayable beast that none of his enemies could defeat? He was sure to have plenty of enemies once the war began.
He had to do this.
As he consented, She quickly glided behind him, bit him just above his shoulder, and wrapped her large black wings over him. His blood dripped as she embraced him, and fell onto one of the various strange stones… Then Things went dark for Friedrich...
It was 1939, and Friedrich had thoroughly explored his new... form. He could take the form of a hulking grey wolf man and slaughter game with ease. He was a true beast in every sense of the word. He no longer used his bow or rifle when he was hunting for he had no need for them. Chasing down prey and slaughtering them with his nails and teeth was more satisfying anyways.
It was this year that WWII began and Friedrich once again went into service. He eventually found himself serving a Panzer division. His involvement in this consisted primarily of acting as commander for his tank. It was a new and wholly different experience for a man that grew up without them. But with his newfound strength, he spent most of his time observing the battle field from atop the hatchet of the vehicle to better ascertain the situation. He often assumed his bestial form in front of his own men, whom grew accustomed to the strangeness of it. In time others would too.
Friedrich and his unit were reassigned to the western front, just as he had been on in the first war he faced. He faced hard times there, along with his men in the hedge rows of France in the days following D-day. He still believed the war could be won, but he had since become disillusioned with his Fuhrer. It wasn’t for the concentration camps he had heard grim tales about- He didn’t much care about them. His only issue with them was the fact that they were a waste of resources in his eyes. His compassion for the dead innocents was simply not present. He had also begun to take issue with the Fuhrer because of his incompetence as a military strategist. The man he had thought of as a genius in the earlier years was now making grave tactical errors that threatened the future of his country.
As the war waged on and things became more and more bleak for the German army, Friedrich lost many in his unit, and eventually was called back to Berlin. He had little else to do at this point than to drink, and marvel at the incredible decadency of the higher echelon party individuals, and their ostrich style fleeing from the desperate circumstances that they all now faced. Friedrich was a well-respected, but unacknowledged figure amongst the Nazis. He was a hero in some sense, but he was also a mongrel. A humanoid monster that employed despicable supernatural abilities to defend his country. He spent almost all of his time in the days following D-day in his bestial form. Amongst his men, and amongst higher-ups, it made no difference to him. He was not the sort of creature the Reich wanted to hold up as an example, so while he was well appreciated, he was treated more like a nameless SF operator than a war hero.
Eventually, Berlin was overrun by the Russians. Oh how he hated the Russians… But it made little difference. He was given great strength and durability from the cursed wolf woman, but he was not as “invincible” as she had promised he would be. He could do nothing but wait for the red tide to overrun his position. The inevitable eventually happened and he was finally gunned down in a futile attempt to defend the Reichstag. Executed on the spot with a decisive blow to the head, he crumpled up and died amongst his fellow soldiers. A not so prestigious fate, and one he never believed could befall him after being granted that witches boon.
But it had. He had been crushed. Beaten by the people he despised the most, no less. However, this is when he finally realized the true meaning of the price he had to pay for the gift that had ultimately given so little.
He died. But his body didn’t linger amongst his fallen allies for long. The chains of hell came to claim their prize right away. Friedrich was dragged into a hell he had never imagined, and brought face to face with what he only understood to be the devil. He was henceforth informed that he was in debt to the forces of hell as par for his contract that had been supposed to grant Friedrich the power to help him achieve his only goal. The shewolf had deceived him. Rather easily too. The price he had to pay was not something that would come while he was a living being, but after he passed.
He was restored to the land of the living, but he was not to be among them. He returned as a dead man. A creature of hell who died amongst the fires that are closest to that of hell in the living world. He was essentially a demon now, a creature warped by the fires of hell. No longer a majestic wolf, he now bore markings that had been burnt into him by hellfire, a serpentine tail, and wicked ears twisted up into what resembled horns. His eyes had also lost their luster and become hallow and grey looking.
He gained some supernatural powers, such as the ability to instantly transport to hell as well as the possession of some spectral feathered wings much like the cow who had cursed him had possessed. But this was nothing of benefit to him, for now he was an undead creature tasked with sending the damned screaming to hell.He was in service to the devil; sending sinners to the fires of hell before they have the chance to redeem themselves. A manslayer of sorts. He was not immune to pain or death, but in the event he should die, he would be returned to the lands of the living by the forces of hell. After he had suffered in a lake of fire for the appropriate time that is.
So that is the fate that befell Friedrich. A man hell bent on restoring his country to what he believed it deserved who fell short and was duped by some foul shewolf. Now he is forever condemned to an endless existence of slaughtering sinful men so that hell may lay claim to their souls before they may redeem themselves. An agent of hell…
But then again… being tasked with the elimination of evil men and women could also be considered a task sent by God… So who knows what Friedrich may ultimately be working towards…
In any case he is a rather twisted creature. Wronged and abused throughout life, and left for fodder.
Hes a bitter old thing that is best left the hell alone.
TL;DR - Dude born in late 1892. Austrian. Dad makes shoes, mom died early on. WWI happens. Drafted. Niggas loose. Freddy is unhappy. Nazis come around. Freddy likes them. Freddy meets creepy woman, becomes werewolf thing. WWII becomes a thing. Freddy eventually dies and the Axis loose. Freddy ends up enslaved to the forces of hell and has to spend the rest of eternity slaying sinners to send their souls to hell, in service to Beelzebub.
The end.
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Probably not too favorably. "Thats fucking Skynet in the making."
But also a good place to find porn and bands of your character's namesake.
But also a good place to find porn and bands of your character's namesake.
What a sad story, and close to what I've heard from older people here about that time period. The way he was deceived and ultimately betrayed by the shewolf is a nice metaphor for what Hitler did: promising great power and a thousand-year Reich, when it only ended in ashes. Also well-done artwork!
Thanks Rahir! Yeah, hes a little tacky, I DID make him ages ago when I was an angsty little teen afterall. But I really wanted his back story To be believable. Lotta people running around with Nazi characters, and theyre always "forced into their role" or something like that that tries to sidestep the darker side of what they were involved in. I wanted this guy to be a little more gritty and less polished. Maybe harder for people to relate to, but probably closer to what you would really find out there in the world. And I guess it is a little sad, but Im not known for making happy characters or art :P
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