[hider=đ•Ÿđ–Žđ–Šđ–Œ 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑 𝖛𝖎𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆!] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/x68Pcrl.jpg[/img][/center] [b][u]Name/Nickname/Titles:[/u] [/b] ϟϟ-HauptsturmfĂŒhrer [i]Emmerich Lisztmayer-AnschĂŒtz von Sabern[/i] der ϟϟ-Totenkopfstandarte 10 [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 50, born on the 27th of October in 1889 [u]Personality:[/u] Despite the stereotype, Emmerich is only as stern as he needs to be. His flinty face much too often gleams with a paternal concern and polite smile, a demeanor that reflects in his approach to everything in life. Underlying the surface of civility, however, hid a soul ravaged and worn by both mortal and God. The less beautiful parts for being duteous have taken a toll on the officer’s psyche - The Great War may have failed to kill Emmerich, but it left him a broken man at the time. [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Lanky and slender in the silhouette, the officer would seldom frighten any man at a distance lest they be scared of tall people and ghostly looks. On first glance, Emmerich is nothing too impressive, although he is certainly not disappointing either - Rigorous training and discipline grants him the hardened outwards appearance that all of his ilk tend to show. Emmerich’s figure is starch, not from gymnasium but from hardship and a lack of gluttony in his life. To call him underfed and brittle would be a complete overstatement, however. Tough like Krupp steel and the stamina behind it to weather through the worst days of mankind, his notched face tells tales of close battles forgotten by history and his posture beams with a charisma and steadiness of a war-weathered warrior. The cuts beneath his dark hair and striking, blue eyes seem shallow - Much to the fortune of their bony-faced owner’s health. [u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] Born to a hardly-noticed magus family living within the Kingdom of Hungary, Emmerich’s early life was idyllic among his peers of the Southeastern German Diaspora. The small Stiffoller village of Sabern, nestled within the county he only knew as Branau, provided the world for the young donauschwaben’s impressionable mind. Despite the fact that his introduction to the moonlit reality began quite early, it did not stir up the young Imre’s life too much - The family of Lisztmayer-AnschĂŒtz was more concerned with their prized brewing business in the village than the secrets of Akasha and grandeur of the arcane. One would call it a heinous crime to waste magecraft on the perfection of daily commodities and life, but few ever bothered to let the small magus family even know this. Comfortably secluded from the rest of the mundane and magical world, only a folktale of knighthood and medieval inclinations conserved any semblance of the family’s original roots. The fancifully simple youth of the love-struck Emmerich came to an end when a war arrived that would ravage the world in a way Mankind has yet to see before. Halting his pursuit of a university education, the young german was given the “Black-Pledged Letter from Franz Joseph” instead of a Ph.D. The mood was not too dour initially as he suffered this fate not alone, but with a cheerful cadre of childhood friends - Godwitz, Renner, Reichenbach, Knitlhoffer, Hippele, Bartsch-Bayer, Gruber, Kaifisch, HinterhĂŒttner; All names now torn from Emmerich’s mind by the noise of crackling machine guns and whistling shells. Only he alone lived through the bloodcurdling groans of death and cold grasp of hypothermia that riddled the Eastern Front - Four years of torturous desperation and the animalistic will to survive drove the fledgeling magus to reach for tools and measures he wishes he could now forget. What began as a patriotic war ended in a catastrophe with no clear goal, but it gave birth to an adept spelluser at the cost of unmentionable acts done to himself and others. Crestfallen, a hardened Emmerich returned to his engineering studies and silently longed for a life of innocent magecraft at a village brewery by the side of his childhood darling - Yet the war destroyed more than just lives. There was almost nothing to go back to after that fateful treaty got signed. However, the war came with an unexpected side-effect upon the man’s life: It brought him in contact with the Fatherland. Amidst his own despair, Imre took refuge in the knowledge that he and his family is truly no longer alone in this world. He learned when he was seven years old that not too far from his village lied a land in which all street signs were in german, during his university years his professors gave him lengthy accounts of MĂŒnchen and Frankfurt and Vienna’s beautiful sights. Up until now these meant little more than fantasies to Emmerich, but during those dreaded hours of melancholy and privation he could finally feel he and his truly belonged somewhere - No longer would the promising village hedge-magus’ family be a tiny fish surrounded by stranger folk. With the destruction of Europe and its empires and kingdoms came the opening of the world for the war-torn grunt. Over the years, a marriage and five kids later, Emmerich perfected his magecraft with the intent of leaving a better world for his children and the next generation of his people. Following the devastation of the great war and the consecutive lesser conflicts that came from it, the young german engineer did his best to shelter and rebuild his community despite the rising Serbian, Romanian and Jewish aggression in the region. The next few years were relatively uneventful, providing an opportunity for Emmerich to get a grasp on his own life. Soon the call rolled out from the Fatherland for all german peoples of the world - Be proud! Be united! Hold fast! A call that all of the german diaspora heeded with much enthusiasm. It came as no surprise that Emmerich and all three of his sons immediately joined the Volksdeutsche movements of Komitat Brana. Little did he know that how he assumed help with the governance of the village’s german volunteers would set him on a path of soldiering again - After all, few others in Sabern could claim the seniority that came with being a survivor of the Great War. Organizing his people by the model that began rising among Silesian Germans, it did not take long for a Selbstschutz-like unit to start taking form under his command. However, Fate would have it otherwise and the engineer once more had to leave his fellows in pursuit of a higher calling. Through old comrades that, mayhaps, saw too much of Emmerich’s dire prowess on the Eastern Front decades ago, an opportunity arose for the engineer - Passage to the Fatherland in exchange of cooperation, first for him then eventually all of his family. After a short review of his shenanigans during the Great War, the offer quickly gained the allure of a military commission and with it a tolerable paygrade fit for a father of five. The rest, as they say, is history. It was only a question of time when the diligent donauschwaben would make his way into the mythical Schutzstaffel of Adolf Hitler. A man with such ideals of nation and family, shaped and steeled by the greatest war known to humanity whilst hiding a potential of arcane has no place in the Wehrmacht. Following the reinvigoration of his personality and a Kriegsschule qualification under his belt, the hopeful new officer won admittance into the higher circles of the National Socialist clique and the Schutzstaffel in 1927 - Honest service and dutiful following of the stalwart values of the party provided a beeline to a Junkerschule, granting Emmerich the most noble responsibility of managing the german people’s captured enemies. Life around the Concentration Camp proved to be comfortable for the foreign officer. Despite the many decades of despair and a rediscovery of himself, Emmerich finally achieved his most intimate desire: A life of idleness beside his own “business”, by the side of his beloved. Lovingly caring for his own lager and its every need, the grown man could finally feel himself at home again - An innocent existence, sponsored by the Schutzstaffel-TotenkopfverbĂ€nde. [b][u]Family History: [/u][/b] Very little is known of the Lisztmayer and AnschĂŒtz families’ past. The only exact detail that has been recorded is the merge between the two during the Ottoman rule of the region; To avoid absolute erasure by the oppressive muslim occupation, the heads of the two families seated in and around Sabern choose cooperation, thereby spawning the strongest independent magus family of SchwĂ€bische TĂŒrkei. What else is known about the families is spread through word of mouth and folktales. One particular story concerns the AnschĂŒtz branch, reciting how a magus of the family granted an enchanted blade to a knight of undisclosed brotherhood by the name of “Auer”. In the tale, Auer was on his quest to smite his enemy in Wiesbaden, who supposedly has slain his loved ones, but could not bring himself to kill the villain alone. Only by the means of a refined sword that would not shatter on the evil one’s armor of white could Auer finally defeat his enemy. In reality, fantastical tales are the exact opposite of the family’s state. Over the decades, the Lisztmayer-AnschĂŒtz has lost its dedication and traditions. At the end of the nineteenth century, the family’s most prominent use of magecraft was defined by the refinement of brewing materials and charlatan-like medicine to enhance their meager following. One could even mock them for barely avoiding inbreeding after every marriage arrangement in the past eleven decades. However, the present time offers many a chance for a return to prominence... [b][u]Origin:[/u][/b] Equity [u][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/u] Fire [u][b]Number of Magic Circuits:[/b][/u] A [b][u]Quality of Magic Circuits:[/u][/b] C [b][u]Od:[/u][/b] C [u][b]Magecraft: [/b][/u] [i]“Stiffoller Refinement Techniques”[/i] One of the most prominent article of the Lisztmayer-AnschĂŒtz family solely by the virtue of being the most used and perfected spell in their possession. A relic from the Old Country before being resettled in Branau, the spell’s merit lies in its purification methods. Objectively speaking, the spell itself has the capability to remove impurities and imperfections from any material or object in accordance with the energy invested into its casting and channeling. Requires much chanting - Perfect for preparing alchemical components or, as a matter of fact, barley and hops and wheat. [i]Hungarian “Divine” Curses[/i] A most uncomfortable and horrifying spell that has been liberated from the hungarian magus families of the region during the one-hundred and fifty years of Ottoman occupation and purge of native folk. Collected with the intent of safekeeping for future generations, the unknown owner may have been originally a distant relative of a certain scandinavian family - The most uncanny reality of Rosseb is that, unlike Gandr, it does not cause heart-stopping when overcharged. Instead, the recipient of the spell is smitten by syphilis in its advanced stages. Varying levels of charging of the spell seem to produce similarly STD-related results. [i]“AnschĂŒtz Assault Tactics”[/i] A pioneered technology by Emmerich himself, born from the harshest hours of The Great War in a desperate grasp of survival. Through dilettante experiments on dead and dying comrades, the war-torn grunt devised methods of advanced Self-Reinforcement to grant himself that much needed edge in the merciless mobile and trench warfare of the Eastern Front. The results are truly astounding: A body capable of exerting force on the level of the aforementioned spell whilst also showing inhuman resilience to penetration, lesser wounds and bleeding. [u][b]Equipment:[/b][/u] [i]Fuchs’ Pocketwatch[/i] A mystic code from the 18th Century, from the courtesy of a magus with a love for clockwork and watchmaking. With its gears crafted from shattered fragments of various other relics stockpiles over the decades, Fuchs’ Pocketwatch was made to be the discerning magus’ reliable companion in any fieldwork-related situation. Not only does it always show the exact time, a fourth hand of the watch serves as a compass and indicator for nearby arcane anomalies. As the pocketwatch is bound to its owner by blood, its analyses and transfers knowledge of the anomaly onto Emmerich once the device is brought sufficiently close to the anomaly’s source. Realising that this may not always be achieved without obstacle or resistance, the old Fuchs implemented an active function into the mystic code as well: Once triggered, the pocketwatch will reliably deflect any debris, projectile or spell up to the rank of D. [i]Sight of Hocher-HĂ©zl[/i] Born on the Eastern Front and crafted out of ingenuity and necessity, the “Sight of Hocher-HĂ©zl” refers to an older spell of the Lisztmayer family which Emmerich only fleetingly knew at the time. Still, he christened his newest creation in honour of the lost knowledge: A runed piece of iron jammed onto his skull. Inserted beneath the right eye, the runes enhance the user’s eyesight and allow for greater focus, enhanced vision and clearer sight once charged and activated. Prolonged function may cause lasting damage to the organ, but once paced properly it may prove incredibly useful for firearms handling. [i]Waffengesetz[/i] An identification card and some well-greased gears may provide the officer with a great access to the armouries of the Waffen-SS. MP40s for everyone! [b][u]Skills: [/u][/b] [i]Feldmaschinist[/i] One would be surprised how useful a man with a degree in engineering could be during a trench raid. Armed with a deeper knowledge of machines and physics, Emmerich exploited his craft for the betterment of himself and his fellows during his times at the various Wehrmacht and Schutzstaffel divisions - Much alike how he did during The Great War. Not only this resulted in a display of reliability that generated trust among his peers, the officer also learned over the engagements how to utilize his knowledge in combat situations. Mechanical equipment such as radios, flamethrowers and armoured vehicles are no secret to Emmerich’s understanding. [center][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6e/18th_SS_Division_Logo.svg/198px-18th_SS_Division_Logo.svg.png[/img][/center] [/hider]