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[center] [color=#003153]Franz Blau[/color] [/center] 
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[color=#115DA8] Gender [/color]
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Male
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[color=#115DA8]Age[/color]
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17
[November 7th, 1897]
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[color=#115DA8]Sexuality[/color]
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Heterosexual
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[color=#115DA8]Race[/color]
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Imperial(Mother)/Gallian(Father). Darscen Descent. City of Hafen.
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[color=#115DA8]Appearance[/color]
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A very light shaded man with an athletic build and various scars around his body. Most are found on his back, although a few long scars can be found running across his arms and legs. Sharp facial features, clean upkeep, and somewhat closed uninterested eyes while neutral. Naturally has a bit of a frown to his mouth. Dark blue hair and light blue eyes. Butch cut on formal ocassions [Although he will wear it consistently once he has made peace with himself.]. As a token of friendship, he always wears a sapphire ring on his left index.
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[color=#115DA8]Height[/color]
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5' 8"
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[color=#115DA8]Personality[/color]
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A somewhat friendly, although standoffish person. While he may keep quiet he is observant of others and often works to support others. His upbringing and daily life have weighed down on him, keeping an otherwise loud and energetic personality buried underneath hard coded discipline and silence.

On the field is where he feels most lively, using the roar of the battle to expose the man within the shell with an aggressive lighting. Often times this is where boiling anger is released even if he asks mostly as a dog on a leash. He acts within the boundaries of his orders, but without specification he may very well do things with technicalities as justification. Even still he is selfless, providing himself as a shield for others when needed and putting the lives of others before his own in most situations.

Off duty he is a depressed and quiet loner. Although he tries not to show it, he has a weak will to live for himself. Books, art, and music give him joy even if he is critical of the hobbies he pursues which results in him destroying the things he creates. Self loathing is evident as he rarely ever talks well of himself and compliments, if ever received, are unnerving. However, he is mostly content with living life in this way. Even if he believes he is free from oppression, his true nature is still locked behind caution and conditioning.
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[color=#115DA8]Rank[/color]
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Private
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[color=#115DA8]Role[/color]
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Rifleman

[He is willing to fill any role, but close quarters combat is his specialty. Until he has made peace with himself, he will attempt to simply follow rather than do what he is capable of: leading.]

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[color=#115DA8]Equipment[/color]
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[Standard Equipment based on class.]

[color=#115DA8]Potentials[/color]
[Hot Blooded] He has found that many emotions that he was forced to hide away in his youth has now bottled up into a tightly constrained funnel of seething anger. Playing with his emotions too harshly will result in an explosive man who is reckless and focused in bringing pain to others. Even the sight of a Gallian may trigger past memories, ruining his mood of the day. --> [Equilibrium] (Locked) 

[Gallian Hater] Hating his father and Gallians who showed merciless remarks against him, he has nothing but hatred for many Gallians. While he is aware that he has made some Gallian friends, within his emotional state he believes Gallia to be a worthless stain on the world map even if he was not treated perfectly in the Federation. Given the chance, he just might take himself up on the offer to eliminate a couple throne rats.

[Darcsen Bond] His best friends were Darcsen. While he did have other friends, none did he feel closer with at the time than the boys and girls with dark hair. He will always prioritize protecting those who made life worth living before anyone else.

[Aimless Idealist] Without purpose and with thoughts swirling he finds himself distracted from time to time in battle and without a strong will to live he doesn't try very hard to fix such a flaw. However, his idealistic thoughts keep him in check and preforms much of what other soldiers may have issue or hesitation with without as much of a struggle. An army is nothing without unity. As such, he will act if the interest of the nation no matter how much it might hurt in most situations.

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[color=#115DA8]Biography[/color]
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[color=#115DA8]Early Life[/color]
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As a child he was taught that Imperials were the enemy. He was taught that no other race of people were so lowly and foul by a man who was bitter of memories which he never spoke of. For whatever reason, the man he called father had an undying hatred and bias against the autocracy. He boasted of Gallian superiority and often times spoke ill of his mother. With only his father in his life and a restricted schedule with defined boundaries of where he could be and when, the boy only knew that being quiet and whining little would yield a man that his father could be proud of. Or so he told himself. In what free time he had in the park with Amber he was a loud and happy child, enjoying his time with her immensely before one day he stopped seeing her. He would stop receiving the hot meals she brought, the warm smile she gave, the joyous games they played, or even the friendly loving attitude she presented.

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[color=#115DA8]Adolescence[/color]
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Life continued. Routine after routine was drilled into him and with his continued education he came to learn more about the world around him. Year after year he listened to his father drone on about Imperial inferiority. Year after year he dealt with being told that he was never going to be the son he wanted. When he rebelled he was met with hand and leather and any free thought was eliminated for a period of submissiveness. Even if it made him an efficient student, being a child forced to grow up early and dealing with 

He was orderly, developing himself as an individual who could often be identified as a loner but with the aspirations for something other than the life he lived in. Reading book after book about the Imperials and Gallians he found much to love and hate of both, but due to his father's aggressive methods and abusive behavior, the teenager found that Gallian failures were emphasized in his mind and heart and Imperial achievements were graced upon his shoulders. Even mistakes and failures that the Empire had made were dismissed with a forgiving and understanding attitude. This mentality would only grow with each year further he stayed with his father.

Fear began to turn to hatred and in a time where he had reached his lowest thus far, he saw Amber again. Still a delivery girl and still as friendly as ever. However, it would not last. For a year they enjoyed time together and he often went home late just to spend hours with the friend he had made. Once more she brought him meals, smiles, love, and friendship. Under the night sky they would talk for hours and for a time it had seemed as though life was finally turning around. After the year was up, she had explained with a heavy heart that she would be moving away. Life in Gallia was over. With a teary goodbye they shared one last moment before Amber left to the Atlantic Federation.

Franz was devastated and the punishment delivered by his father had become numb to the touch. Life had become more dull than before and his ever growing depression ate at him. Gnawing at the young man he found releases in his life. His art of which was the most commonly practiced. While drawing a uniform based on a military book he borrowed he realized something that would pivot the direction of his life. IF he could escape to the Federation and join the army he could provide himself a living while giving himself time to find Amber. At the age of 15 he arrived on the Federation's shore after months of planning.

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[color=#115DA8][1912 - 1913] The Atlantic Federation[/color]
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Life in the Federation was different. Yet despite how different it was he found himself falling into old habits and keeping a schedule for each day. He often wore long sleeve clothes all year round to hide the scars and trauma and enrolled as soon as the Federation allowed. Time in boot camp was enjoyed, finding what was often painful for his comrades to be far less intimidating for himself. Even if not the best soldier, he was grades above the average green soldier through his own work. In mock battles he was always strongest when provided corridors and tight spaces. Out in the open he faced the issue of being outmaneuvered and vulnerable due to not thinking ahead or paying attention at all times. However, he often held down ground for allies, covering flanks, and being a general team player that was strong when fighting in urban areas under the command of others. His goal is to simply follow orders and fight. He currently cares not for if he ranks up or not.

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[color=#115DA8][1914] The Atlantic Federation[/color]
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After two years of searching not one person had told him the whereabouts of Amber. Not a single soul knew of who she was or what she had done. After two years of checking, calling, and writing none had given him the answer he had hoped for. After two years his depression finally ate away at what drive he had in finding her. Now, with war on the brink and an aimless future, the young man moves to live life as a soldier. To victory or death.

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[color=#115DA8][Bonus][/color]
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[color=#115DA8]Infancy[/color]
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Even if he only knew her briefly, he remembered her warmth. He remembered the sounds of men yelling with his mother breathing heavily. He remembered the sounds of struggle. He remembered the gunfire that occurred and the sound of his mother crying. He remembered the sound of his father saying those slurs that he would eventually come to understand. Even if very little, it is what he remembered about his infancy.

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[color=#115DA8]Federal Neutrality[/color]
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Adopting a "just war" policy, Franz finds himself neutral of patriotic feelings towards the Federation and does his best to block out feelings for the empire. After all, it is just war.

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[color=#115DA8]Affiliations[/color]
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[color=#D2B55B]Henry Hammer (Father)[/color]
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[color=#115DA8]Erwin Blau (Father-In-Law)[/color]
[color=#115DA8]Emma Blau (Mother)[/color]
[color=#115DA8]Erika Blau (Half Sister) [Born January 23rd, 1896][/color]
[color=#115DA8]Heinrich Blau (Half Brother) [Born December 12th, 1894][/color]
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[color=#FF69B4]Amber Longblade (Friend)[/color][Born 1896] - A friendly delivery girl and childhood friend.


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[color=#115DA8]Relationships[/color]
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[Civilian] [color=#FF69B4]Amber Longblade - Childhood Friend[/color]


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