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[b]Name[/b]
[i]Otto Dresden[/i]

[b]Gender[/b]
[i]Male[/i]

[b]Age[/b]
[i]Twenty-seven[/i]

[b]Place of Birth[/b]
[i]Earth[/i]

[b]Military Branch[/b]
[i]ODST[/i]

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[b]Appearance[/b]
[i][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/4d/b3/c04db3b532e0b344df93b89b886704b2.jpg[/img][/i]

[b]Attire[/b]
[i]Dresdner stands at an even height of Six-Foot-Four which, when coupled with his mesomorphic frame, gives off the physical appearance of a broad ‘soldiery’ type – neither frail nor meagre, but rather a look boasting Fortitude. His face is relatively sharp, with a knife-like shaven jawline and fairly sunken cheeks – the skin rather pale and clammy, more so a product of stress and through service in less temperate regions, going against their weathered and marred appearance. He has various nicks and small gashes playing the part of scars from past experiences in the long war that the UNSCDF was dragging itself through. His eyes are piercing and vigilant, fighting the signs of fatigue they often display through dark lines and weariness – giving way to their persevering nature, or their downright stubbornness to simply remain on guard. His hair consists of a matted black short back and sides cut. He has patches that suggest he's a demolition technician.[/i]

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[b]Weaponry[/b]
[i]BR-55, M6C, various explosives.[/i]

[b]Fireteam[/b]
[i]2nd ODST Det.[/i]

[b]Rank[/b]
[i]Lance Corporal[/i]

[b]Specialisation[/b]
[i]Demolition Technician/Sapper[/i]

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[b]Personality[/b]
[i]Otto remains very reserved when speaking he's the type of guy to speak only when spoken to as he's very critical of the mission and keeps his thoughts to himself. He's a quiet worker and likes to engage in conversation outside of the mission as he has a lot of his mind and is often philosophical in nature. His hatred for the URF simply shows no bounds, as sympathizers are beneath him - though that is he if he discovers any of them. In any case he's a patriot by all accounts, and truly a bastion of humanity. [/i]

[b]Notable Traits[/b]
[i]Reserved-Critical-Unremorseful-Puritan-Egotistical[/i]

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[b]Biography[/b]
[i]Circa 2524

Otto was born in Munich, Germany on the 21st of December. Within five years of birth, his Mother – Ada – moved to Ankara, Luna with him. His father however was stationed far off in Jericho VII. Otto’s life was, as expected, ‘as normal as could be’ for what constituted for a youth of that time. He progressed through his childhood at a normal pace – neither rushed into growing up or being corralled into being something that he wasn’t, and was blissfully ignorant of the fact that his other parent was off fighting the Insurrectionists in 2525. His Mother on the other-hand was a Historian, and worried deeply for her Husband for the duration of his stay on Jericho VII. Dresdner continued to go through the beginning of his childhood without any interest in his dad outside of why he wasn’t there to support him along the way. All he really came to learn is that his father was doing his part of the UNSC through military service however, and that he would one day be back to see him.

 

That was until he was fifteen. Eventually in his years of growing up, he learned about the Battle of Jericho VII, as it would ‘go down in the books’. Unfortunately, Otto’s father was a soldier in the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and so Otto and his Mother became aware of the terrible news that’d encroach on their home’s doorstep. Indeed – It was a few months later when they heard a knock at their door and woke up to see two U.N.S.C. personnel in full dress uniform presenting a flag and the half-expected news. Of course, this turn of events had affected Otto as one might expect. He had never gotten the opportunity to see his dad in person – He’d only talked to him through a few long range video calls and through ‘trading’ of recordings. A sense of sorrow and longing took hold; but for Otto, it was more than just the toils of war merely taking their due. He felt as if something was taken from him, and there in proposed a mantra to himself. A naïve question with nobody to cop an answer to – but he was none the wiser at his age. “Why did he?” He continued to ask himself this question when he and his Mother grew more and more distant by the passing week. She had to pick up a job and support both her and her son instead of staying at home with him. The mere supportive income was not enough to sustain the both of them in their household, meaning that Otto barely saw his Mother from there on out – embroiled in work.

 

Academically Otto was progressing averagely in every department that a standard teenager would be expected to do well in, save for one section. He found his particular forte was in the fields of Chemical Science and the tied in Mathematics since he was very quick when it came to solving chemistry equations and the likes of Algebra - something which would come into play in the later years of his life. Something that was even more unlikely, despite his recent grievances, was the fact that he had friends. A small circle of them in-fact, the one he’d naturally enlist with in the coming years; Donan, Saoirse, and Sterling. These were the few friends he talked to, and they were the ones that supported him despite the estrangement between him and his Mother.

 

Enlistment

With gritted teeth, Otto’s mother approved for him to sign up for the U.N.S.C. Marine Corps at the age of Sixteen, the youngest age someone could enlist at. When asked why, he simply answered with a response that was horribly cobbled together. “I just don’t see any other job; And, well I want to do my part.” Is what he’d say, but in reality he was in it for a sense of revenge, and a sense of militaristic pride. Despite the estrangement Otto had with his father, he saw him as a sort of idol, and he wanted to carry on the legacy of his father in any way possible. True to his intent, Otto went through basic without much of a hassle. He followed the Drill Instructor’s commands and was easily molded to the training regime that the U.N.S.C put its trainees through. In Laymen’s terms, he was a ‘Grunt’, but he was one with a high score on the ASVAB, and thus he filled a request for Sapper training. Promptly he’d be shipped off to another training facility before he was finally able to be deployed.

 

 

 

Mamore

His first world to be stationed on, and the one who made him the marine that he is today. Mamore wasn’t exactly peaceful when he was stationed there. It was one of the many planets that harbored conflicts between the U.N.S.C. and Insurrectionists. Otto was a PFC during his time there, while Donan was simply a Private. The two worked together quite well within their squad – Donan would watch Otto’s back while he was dealing with explosives, and then they’d carry on about their ways. That was their shtick for the first half of their deployment. At least, it was until one day. Otto was in the middle of rigging a demolition charge when he heard the crackle of a rifle go off. Assuming the worst, Otto approached the scene with caution. Once Otto got there he used a small inspection mirror to check the corner, only for him to see that the scene was surprisingly safe looking. Donan, however, had taken a turn for the worst. It was a good shot to the thigh, and he was well on his way into hypovolemic shock. Otto quickly responded and applied what basic Medical knowledge he had at the time. – In the end, his efforts weren’t fruitless, but they weren’t perfect either. Donan had to be shipped off for Medical leave, his fate unknown. Otto was uncertain of what happened to his lifelong friend, but he was almost sure it took a turn for the worst.

The Incident

Towards the end of the endless skirmishes that plagued Mamore Otto eventually suffered from his first real injury. He was patrolling with a brand new squad when they came across a rather brutal scene. U.N.C.S. supporters had been butchered on the spot in I makeshift bomb shelter. It was deep in the ground in a food storage facility. The entire room was dark and there wasn't much light to be had even with his squad constantly waving their flashlights about. Eventually the squad lead had ordered a few members of the team to go back to the entrance and watch for any intruders. Mean while, Otto and a Corpsman were sent to clear out various rooms. Upon searching through the last room the duo heard a sudden click – A single fragmentation grenade had fallen from a small nook down onto a desk. In the midst of the confusion, Dresdner tackled the Corpsman aside, hoping to shield him in any manner of the world possible.

 

Recovery

It was a good call to make. After the trap went off and Otto was hit, the Corpsman rushed over and quickly clamped off the upper part of his arm with a tourniquet, which effectively staunched Otto's blood loss. He was then dragged off and MEDIVAC'd to a proper field hospital, where he underwent proper stabilization prior to being shipped off for Medical leave. Physically, Otto was doing just fine. He’d undergone surgery and had a prosthesis with his name on it, but the repercussions of what he endured on Mamore would stick with him for the rest of his days. He did come to learn the fate of his friend Donan. Otto was already in a ‘dark’ place mentally, but the news from his friend’s family only dragged him further down. Throughout all of this Otto had remained sane, and more-or-less composed as a person, and even still, part of him was still adamant about returning to the service. He assumed he’d be assigned a desk position due to his injury, but he was wrong – Within a week he’d received an invitation for a position within FORECON. Immediately, Otto packed his belongings and prosthesis, before taking a flight to his next training facility. There he underwent a whole new set of training, one that was specialized for a smaller squad that was to play a semi-covert role in operations. All he would do was think back to what little he knew of the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and how they were likely a Special Forces group.

 

Redeployment

Years passed by, and Otto continued to accumulate experience on the field with his new found FORECON team. For the most part, he encountered Insurrectionists on his deployments – But, he did eventually encounter the so-called Covenant forces towards the end, and he finally understood their reputation. He’d of course heard about them, read reports on them, and even heard talk from Marine-To-Marine, but he never fully had a grasp of the power the Covenant had. Eventually, as fate would have it, Dresdner was garrisoned in a deteriorating building, which was on an Inner Colony planet. The conditions he dealt with there were probably among his worst; He had to deal with a whole new form of tactics from the enemy. Never before had he dealt with a constant siege of plasma bolts, or the fact that injuries were almost always fatal. He was appalled by how little you could do to treat someone who was impacted by a needle round, or a bolt of plasma. Even worse, their explosives and siege batteries – Wraiths – scared him more. His FORECON team stayed in that building for the majority of their deployment there, and it would be their downfall. The complex they were stationed with eventually underwent continual siege from a squadron of Wraiths, and thusly it broke down, starting to collapse. About three members of the team and a few marines from inside had escaped to the South of the complex. One such marine was a Lieutenant had immediately called in for a Pelican, there wasn’t much to be done otherwise.

 

Draco III

Otto was pulled off with of that planet – And so was every other surviving marine that managed to escape on a Pelican or Civilian freighter. The Covenant had sent in a small fleet to commence glassing, and with the U.N.S.C. numbered and wounded, they quickly fled from the scene. As per protocol, the ship Otto was on randomly jumped to different sectors, so as to not draw any pursuing ships to a relatively safe colony. A few months had passed by, and the naval personnel on the ship deemed that it was time to finally return to a colony. That’s when they jumped towards Draco III. As it happens, he was offered a chance to go through ODST selection which he accepted. Sometime later he would become a coffin-diver.
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[b]Service-History[/b]
[i]Mamore Insurgency
Battle over Arcadia
Battle of Paris IV
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[b]Affiliations[/b]
[i]Vandreg Dresdner [Dead - Father]
Ola Dresdner [Alive - mother][/i]

[b]Relationships[/b]
[i]TBA[/i]

[b]Theme Song[/b]
[i]None.[/i]
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