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[color=0AB100][sub][i]"If you see a single man or woman return to this trench without orders, I want you to take this rifle and shoot them dead."[/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=0AB100][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Alexander-John Middleton[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Male[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]29 Years, 4 Months - October 2nd, 1885EC[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Heterosexual[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Asseni- Cologne City[/i][/color]

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[color=0AB100][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]As Lieutenant of the 9th Platoon, sectioned within the 15th Atlantic Rifles, it is his duty to look his best at all times to ensure that his obedience and status is proudly announced amongst his subordinates. Thus, the tall and muscular Asseni, standing at 6' 2" and having said to have bested four armed Imperials in close quarters combat, always ensures that his looks are as sharp as his sabre. His hair is too dark and his heritage is separate from that of the Darcsens, but he still regards them lower than the rest of the Atlantic races like society mostly does. Amongst his emerald, piercing eyes sits the clean-shaven face of his, without an inch of stubble to be seen.

On top of this, his uniform is usually as well-kept as any man could do with their trench positions. On most occasions, his ironed creases can still be identified, even in battle, from where he spends hours per day presenting himself before his soldiers for inspections or conflict. Several variations in his combat attire differentiate from that of his fellow soldiers, the main distinctive feature being the lack of webbing in his [url=http://anmblog.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c565553ef015391d86be0970b-pi]uniform[/url]. On his hip sits the sheathe for his family [url=https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/images/1151/26912154-1470471214.jpg]sabre[/url], with engravings of the previous owners built into its hilt and blade. On his chest sits the compartments for whistles, binoculars, ammunition for his weapon and his trusty service revolver, which he is never seen without.[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Many know Lieutenant Middleton as one thing and one thing only: he's seen as a formal enforcer that will do whatever it takes to get the results he desires. Many have questioned whether or not he considers human life to be sacred or expendable. There are certain accounts of him protecting his soldiers from enemy fire and danger, whilst others indicate that he will gladly force his men and women over the top of the trench to the face of death for the glory of the battle. His mind-set is singularly focused on that of the war and its progress, taking nothing else into his own hands but the rank he must uphold. In battle, he sometimes can be patient, but off-duty or preparing for the charges he is known to be ruthlessly angered and forceful towards that of his troops. He doesn't aim to be a popular figure amongst his soldiers and considers those beneath him, especially new soldiers, as fodder for the sake of the nation's war efforts. Whilst they are true, many rumours surround him ordering other soldiers to execute cowards or him personally killing those who fled and disobeyed his direct orders. This instils fear amongst his subordinates and minimises the amount of questioning many do, seeing that the only choice is either the bullet of the Imperials or the bullet or Middleton.[/i][/color]

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[color=0AB100][b]Rank[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Captain[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Role[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Officer - 9th Platoon Leader, Section of 15th Atlantic Rifles[/i][/color]

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[color=0AB100][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Many officers and soldiers have tried to ask Alexander about his past life before the war, but he will always give the same answer. His childhood was to remain anonymous and only his service to the nation was worth telling. In truth, Alexander was born to the Middleton aristocratic family, who owned large portions of land in the Kingdom of Edinburgh and Assen alike. Whilst he grew up as a child in Assen, he soon transferred to their Edinburgh residence for formal training and private education on behalf of his father's orders. It was decided from the start that Alexander was to become an officer within the army, as were most young males of that family heritage. Eventually, he and his three brothers all paid for their ways into the Officer training league, a specialised group of the top 1% who could learn the current ways of commanding troops and tactical understanding. Whilst his brothers were rather the standard officers that entered the course, Alexander had something special about his decisions. Many of his rich peers were in awe at his ability to make decisions and commit to them, no matter what the situation of training held. Whilst there was no physical way to simulate a battle, his hardened outlook on the rising Imperial threat made him more potent to the potential outbreak of war. Matched with his physical upkeep and training, he managed to come out on top and enter service only weeks before the Imperial Autocracy first struck against the Federation.

He was instantly deployed with the 21st Edinburgh Fusiliers, acting as the 2nd Lieutenant under the command of Captain Stanford, a renowned war veteran who everyone vowed to follow. However, the first battle broke out in the Crossing of the Maren-River in Assen, his homeland, which resulted in thousands of casualties within the space of five weeks. During the very first engagement, the 21st Fusiliers lost around 35% of their numbers, including Captain Stanford, and eventually went on to create the very first trench system of the war, beginning the new age of attrition. It was here that his ferocity was first introduced to the faces of many Imperials and Feds alike. Many report him taking on large crowds of Imperials during their charges, armed with his sabre and revolver, and coming out with a few scratches or major injuries alike. Nothing seemed to stop him in the new age of war and it started to scare his own troops. Morale quickly fell with the constant bombardments of the Maren-River Crossing and eventually the 21st Edinburgh Fusiliers were sent behind their own frontline to reform and allow other regiments to take over.

Within two weeks of being off duty, filling in the blanks of the troops they'd lost, the Lieutenant became even harsher against his own men, seeing many of them as lazy excuses for soldiers and citizens of the Atlantic altogether. This, in accord with his view on the war, escalated to him physically sending fifteen of his own troops on a night-raiding party as punishment for insubordination, which resulted in 14 casualties altogether. The final man was executed for abandoning their mission and comrades without any information or reconnaissance. These actions were the first of many atrocities that were to be witnessed by him and many of the other officers around him.

Eventually, the retreat to Assen's fortification line in late 1912EC, known as the Nagim-Line, was called and he was to spend his final months with the 21st Fusiliers. The worst battle of attrition of 1912 came through, throwing them into stagnation and polluted tunnels as the close-quarters fighting grew larger and larger. Tunnels and narrow corridors were littered with the rounds of the defenders and attackers, but the ultimate force of the Imperial fleet eventually pushed out the Atlantic Federation's army. During a counter-attack led by the Fusiliers, 97% of the Lieutenant's force were wiped out whilst attempting to recapture the fortification line. This was the [b]noble sacrifice[/b] that eventually led to the full-retreat of Assen, abandoning it for the reconstruction of trench lines further inland. Many soldiers started to see him as a menace, thinking he was responsible for the deaths of his entire regiment. However, he was there on the frontline as well and saw how overwhelming their hostiles were. Most human officers would have taken sympathy or regret from their action, but Middleton simply saw it as a mistake to be adapted upon. His tactics soon changed and he began to influence the Commanding Chiefs of the Atlantic Army to different, yet equally as punishing, methods of storming enemy defences.

With the 21st Atlantic Fusiliers being the first official regiment to be completely disbanded and destroyed, the Lieutenant was transferred between several different divisions. First he violently served within the 1st Cavalry Brigade and the 9th Royal Grenadiers during 1913, before eventually going into the 15th Atlantic Rifles at the beginning of 1914EC. More ground had been lost overtime, but the Imperial invasion had been slowed down to three years of conflict, damaging both sides with starvation, attrition, fatigue and disease. Despite this, Alexander remained vigilant and strong in his endeavours, successfully building the later romanticised victories of the 15th Rifles by breaking through several frontlines and eventually forming the [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/497471233001127936/498201054660263956/unknown.png]Garnian Salient[/url] in May 1914EC. The news went home and some even praised him as a hero in the papers, especially to those who didn't understand his true nature and habit for executing the [b]cowards[/b] of his regiment. He was finally promoted to 1st Lieutenant and officially declined the step-up to Captain after finding out it would remove him from the frontline if he did so. He felt that he was most effective amongst his troops, despite his own men and women not feeling any mutual understanding.

Alexander was a centrifugal component to the plan of [b]Operation: Journey's Dawn[/b], an attempt to break through the Garnian Salient with a three-step process. The first was to expand the dent in the Imperial frontline to further stretch out their forces, which was supposed to be followed with the quick reinforcement and security of Hill 58 in June 1914. However, when July started, they were instantly forced out of their positions and trenches atop of Hill 58, again allowing the Imperials to watch over the Salient and large town that laid behind it. Within a week, they set up artillery pieces on top of the hill and would begin to shell the Lieutenant's position on regular intervals, claiming many lives from all walks of life and different regiments combined. Several officers were fired or demoted to standard NCO ranks because of the failure, but Alexander retained his rank and continued to prepare for the counter-response phase to their offensive. Recapturing the hill was his priority and ensuring those artillery pieces were gone in one move made him desperate to start an attack. He requested hundreds of new recruits for the offensive, even getting permission from Captains and Generals to give him full command of small segments of their own regiments. Being such a low-officer rank and commanding huge amounts of troops once again made him sound like a hero back home, but the offensive of August 25th, the second battle of Hill 58, was going to prove to those who wrongly looked up to him that he was as ruthless as any other aristocratic soldier out there. After the Battle of Hill 58, however, he was promoted to Captain.[/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][i]Mother - Lady Harley Middleton [Alive]
Father - Viscount Oscar Middleton [Alive]
Brother - Lieutenant Bartholomew Middleton [K.I.A. - Crossing of the Maren-River]
Brother - Captain William Middleton [Alive]
Brother - Captain Henry Middleton [K.I.A. - Assault on Heligoland Peak][/i][/color]

[color=0AB100][b]Theme Song[/b][/color]
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