[b]Name (or known Aliases):[/b] Jakob Norheim - Codename "Viking"

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Nationality:[/b] Norway

[b]Affiliation:[/b] Allied SOE-operative, loyalty lies to his homeland and family. The Germans can go and fuck themselves slowly with a rusty pitchfork. 

[b]Role:[/b] Special Weapons Operative, handling heavy weaponry such as machine guns, mortars, artillery, anti-tank weaponry, improvised weapons and the like.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Jakob Norheim][img]https://images.cdn.yle.fi/image/upload/fl_keep_iptc,f_auto,fl_progressive/q_88/w_1100,h_620,c_fit/v1446213285/17-369285633769f15ffe.jpg[/img][/hider] 

Jakob is a pretty handsome guy, though not overly muscular or masculine. To the untrained eye, he might look like a happy and kind man, the kind that greets you passing the baker's shop on a Wednesday morning. His hair is blonde, his face cleanly shaven and washed, and his height making him stand nearly 6ft tall. To the die-hard Nazis, he's the perfect aryan. Too bad for them that this kind-looking man is neither kind, nor happy to be complimented by them. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Jakob's not an overly talkative type of man. When he does decide to talk, it's mostly a short, sarcastic comment followed by him walking away. He doesn't have time for your bullshit, unless you're a friend of his or the talk helps him in taking revenge on the Nazis. It doesn't mean that he loathes his teammates, it simply means that he'd rather be chatty once the mission is over. Then he can crack jokes, enjoy a cold beer and smile. Until then, get out of the way of his .303 Bren light machine gun. 

[b]Service History:[/b] Jakob didn't have much military training until the cold days of april 1940, when Norway was invaded. While the order to mobilize was sent out (by mail, how brilliant was that?), Jakob made his way north as fast as possible to join the ranks of Norwegian soldiers. He was ready to fight for King and Country. He didn't have to wait for long, as his company was sent out to hastely stop the advancing German forces. While not as well equipt as the Nazis, Jakob's company managed to hold of the Germans for several days, even after suffering heavy casulties, especially close-quarters combat. Jakob himself slowly began to change over the course of that battle, and the following campaign; the further Jakob and the Allied forces were pushed north, the more Jakob focused on killing Germans in as large quantity as possible, and in ever more violent ways. When, in mid-June, the Allied forces were effectivly pulled out of the Norwegian theatre-of-war, Jakob wasn't the man had once been. The cheerful Norwegian who had barely shot at rabbits before the war, was now replaced with a ruthless soldier who didn't give two fucks about the Germans. 

That served the Allied High-Command pretty well, and so Jakob was placed in the infamous "Kompani Linge", where his ruthlesness was transformed into precision. He was by the end of 1943 more than a simple soldier; he was a talented commando, skilled in use of various weapons and tactics. No wonder he was sent on so many missions across the European coast between 1940-1943. On one particular mission, Jakob saved a certain British SOE-agent in an information-exchange. That man Jakob came to work with later on, slowly growing something akin a friendship between them. 

Jakob's service record includes; several commando-raids on German coastal positions and installations, sabotage-operations behind enemy lines, extraction of Allied operatives and Naval-landings in Italy. And as of lately? Well, let's just say that a certain bird called for assistance in the Eagle's nest, and the "Viking" wouldn't waste any time in answering it. 

[b]Other:[/b] Speaks German fluently, English with an accent, and keeps a collection of German collar-emblems. Most of them are bloody, and you'd be better off not asking how he got them.

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[b]Name (or known Aliases):[/b] Silvio Colani, also known as "Machine gun Colani"

[b]Age:[/b] 29

[b]Nationality:[/b] Italian American, born and bred New-Yorker

[b]Affiliation:[/b] US Army, OSS-Agent. As far as his loyalty, you need only look to his family back in New York to find it. Nothing above or beside the Family. Cross them, no matter if you're American or German, you'll be sorry. Who this family is, that's none of your damn business, so don't ask. 

[b]Role:[/b] Soldier, close quarters combat 
[b]Appearance[/b] [hider=Silvio Colani][img]http://3m3y892ngk5k1mjv4e2in6jm.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/fury-jon-bernthal-2.jpg[/img][/hider]

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[b]Service History:[/b] Now one thing is important to remember when talking about Silvio's service record; he's been trying to get as far away from home as possible ever since "The Incident" happened to him. What "The Incident" was, he doesn't say, but it was so bad that he willingly joined the Army and went overseas when he just as easy could have stayed home and worked a decent job. His time in the Army however, oh how he likes to brag about it! He served with the US Rangers, 3rd Ranger Battalion, across the North African Coast against the German Afrikacorps. He proved himself to be just as effecient with his drum-magazine M1928A1 Thompson as with a knuckle-knife, earning him the respect and the nickname of "Machine gun Colani", as if he was something of a gangster. Oh if they only knew. 

After the victory in North Africa, it was only natural that Silvio and the battalion partake in the invasion of Italy. Silvio started to act a bit odder after they landed on Italian soil, though nobody could figure out why. Perhaps it was the letters he suddenly started recieving? Regardless, his soon proved be just as lucky as he had been skillful. He was one of the few to escape the Battle of Cisterna, where most of the 1st and 3rd Ranger Battalions were killed or captured by the Germans. Where a Ranger normally would have been transferred to a new battalion, Silvio was offered to serve in the OSS. No specific reason was given, except his knowledge with Italian language and culture, and his guts. Regardless of this, he served in several operations throughout 1943, gaining new aquentices that he simply couldn't avoid even if he tried to. One such person was a certain British agent, hidden somewhere in Germany and doing God knows what. All he knew was that "someone" needed help with a "train robbery". Good thing Silvio knew how to run a train then. 

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