(update 1/18/15 meh like 60ish-80ish % done.)

Name: Paul Dresdner

Gender:Male

Age: 19

Appearance: described as being very tall, Standing at 1.98m (6,4) with a lean but muscular physique. Having ice blue eyes, and straw blonde hair and with a very serious expression he stands out from his peers. his arms and legs and chest are covered in scars from youth. 

Rank: Private

Class: Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment: T-MAG,B-Type M1 grenades.


Personality: Paul in a serious soldier, believing its his duty and an honor to fight for his country. A man of few words he tends to accept with a grim determination and front line assignment. This by no means makes Paul an anti-social man, as he enjoys music,art,playing sports,and the letters he receives from his friends and family back home. On the base he can be found speaking with fellow soldiers on their families,how they are dealing with the fighting, and as a overall brother. To Paul All soldiers are brothers, and the duty to look after them is something he takes very seriously.

Bio: Born in the southern most tip of gallia, Paul was he second of five kids. The son of two EW1 soldiers Paul was brought up on stories of his parents and their comrades during the first war. Paul's parents were responsible for the personality he now has. His mother Anya, a veteran sniper of the last war, A cold and direct woman, with a "only the strong survive" mentality often called an ice queen brought up Paul to be a cool and level headed man never to lose his temper or to speak out, but once a weakness is found to hammer it hard in one strike. In the event of an unavoidable fight his mother showed him never to prolong the fight and end it quickly. His mother could be harsh, always drilling him to be able think on his feet, and prioritize his own survival. This harsh treatment of Paul made it hard for him to love his mother. It is often noted he inherited his mothers blue eyes and facial expressions Paul's father Albert was a shocktrooper. tough and easy going he showed his son tricks for dealing with most types of weather for his weapons, and how the men around you are the most important thing.

As a child Paul was a "trouble maker" due to his mothers traits he had people either thought of him as good looking or as being better then them. In school he was almost always being lectured on how he shouldn't fight. With the few friends he had growing up he acted as a protector and brother. While teachers and parents often called him a bad child, his friends called him loyal. Often times when they would play in the near by woods he would do everything dangerous so that they wouldn't have to. 

While Paul's parents showed him how to protect himself and how to do various things, they forbid him from ever joining the military. They often said they would flee the country before he would be conscripted, seeing as the oldest Alexander was already serving in the regulars, they wanted no more of their children to be put in danger. 

over they years between the fights and his adventurous friends he received many scars. in the months proceeding the War Paul was getting ready to head to university in the capital. When news of the war reached him and that the militia was to be activated he enlisted in the Militia before he was conscripted. 


RP Sample: Paul's father sat at the dinner table his weathered and grizzled face stared grimly down at his soup "Paul I forbid it..." He said quietly Paul stood dressed in his brown trouser and tan shirt. "Father I have already enlisted." he says plainly. With a loud crash Paul's father slams down his fist on the table. Shocking Paul's sisters. His mother sat silently staring down at the table, her long hair blocking out her features, her soup untouched. "You went behind my back...You have no idea what you have done.." he says his voice barely able to stay even "Anya tell him!" He says. Anya lifts her head and looks at her son. For the first time in his life Paul sees something he never thought he would see. His mothers eyes full of tears, using all her will power to now cry "Mother..." he says softly taking a step closer to her. Through out his whole life he had resented his mother, he never knew how he was seen in her eyes, or how anyway was seen by her. Finally her mother, unable to hold back breaks down and cries "No! you are not going! They are not Taking my baby! They can take anyone else's child but not mine!" The out burst shocked all in the room. Paul's sisters look at each other and then at Albert. His face is full sorrow. 

For the first time his life, Paul realized that his mother wasn't heartless, she wasn't a machine that forced him to fight, to survive, and to care about himself. She was a woman who in her own way was trying to protect her son from what she saw as a cruel world. "Elsa...Alexis... why don't you go....play or something..." Paul says softly, rarely did he ever call his sisters by their full names,preferring to call them El and Ally . the two sisters nod and quickly run off. After his sisters leave he walks over to his mother, "I knew when Alex joined I had to accept I may never see him again...But when you were born I had prayed that you would never even think of joining the military." she says softly, the room was so quiet that Paul could hear the soft sound of his mothers tears hitting the wooden floor. The sound of his father slowly walking over " Paul...your'e mother and I were fought because we had no choice...We saw things no living man or woman should see." he says as he takes his wife's hand. a soft jingling of a necklace chain is heard as Paul notice his mother is holding a locket of the family.