[b]Full Name:[/b] Otto Falk

[b]Alias:[/b] Sniper(?)

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 35

[b]Nationality:[/b] German

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[b]Personality:[/b] Otto is a quiet individual, but not creepy quiet. He'll quite happily strike up a conversation if spoken to first, but won't go out of his way to speak to others. Once given a job, he will focus on nothing but that particular thing. He'll shut out everything else weeks, sometimes months, before it was meant to happen. Otto keeps to himself and lives a secluded lifestyle, for a few reasons. One is that he's worried somebody might stumble across his stash of weapons and intelligence. Otto is extremely careful and triple checks every hit he's finished to make sure there is no trace of him or his equipment.

[b]Background:[/b] Otto was born in 1980 in Munich, Germany, just outside of a military installation primarily used by US forces. As he was growing up, he was fascinated by the trucks, planes, and helicopters coming in and out of the base every day. He wanted to be part of that once he was of age, and that's exactly what he did.

Otto joined the German army and became a sniper. He was deployed on multiple operations during his time in the army, and became renowned throughout the German armed forces for his precision and lethality. Upon leaving the army, he had an official kill count of 17, but he claimed there had been more, they just weren't important enough.

Back in Germany, Otto found himself out of work and he wasn't interested in any of the jobs that he could get. One day, though, while sat in his apartment, on his sofa, with a beer in hand, he noticed his mail had arrived. Otto headed over and flicked through them. It mostly consisted of overdue bills and other useless paraphernalia, but something else in the pile caught his eye.

A single envelope. No return address. Intrigued, he opened it up. Reading through, it claimed to have work for him and gave him a location. Deciding that he had nothing better to do with his time, he tossed on his jacket, picked up his army-issue Heckler & Koch USP and tucked it in his rightful place at the back of his waist and headed out.

Upon arriving at the pre-determined location, he was met by a second envelope, telling him to assassinate a known criminal with connections to human trafficking groups. He'd already killed before, so a criminal who didn't deserve to live anyway was no problem to him. Otto nodded and returned home, to prepare.

The letter gave information about the target's daily routine, where he'll be, what time he'll be there. That kind of thing. He was in position across the street from a coffee shop, at midday, where the letter said his target would be. Otto crouched with his Heckler & Koch MR308 nestled into his shoulder. He looked through the scope, searching for his target through the masses.

At 12:07pm, his target entered the coffee shop. Otto took aim, locked onto the target's head, and pulled the trigger. It was surprisingly like any other kill. He'd killed bad men before, this was another bad man. No difference, at least in his eyes. As soon as he saw the man was slumped over in his seat with a gaping bullet wound in his head, Otto stuffed his sniper rifle back into it's duffel bag and left.

Otto went on to commit four more assassinations, none of which have been managed to be traced back to him. Yet.