[center][hider=Itsuki Itou][hr]

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[color=gray][b]Nationality[/b][/color]
[color=white]Japanese[/color]

[color=gray][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=white]32[/color]

[color=gray][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=white]Heterosexual[/color]

[color=gray][b]Birth[/b][/color]
[color=white]April 15th, Tokyo.[/color]

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[color=gray][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
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[color=white]Itsuki's appearance is normally very laid-back and relaxed as it is evident by his messy, swept-back hairstyle. Often preferring to wear comfortable, light and practical clothes. Needless to say, he avoids wearing formal clothes as much as it's humanly possible (even though people say he actually looks very good on them). 

When on duty, Itsuki's choice for gear is quite 'unique' and can be considered weird if one isn't aware of the special equipment he carries with himself or his role. Wearing no PHUD, he keeps electronic equipment to a bare minimum, other than a small radio and a compact night vision goggles, he carries with him, other than essential equipment, there is a small compartment on the back of his suit, the size of a small backpack, where he carries a powerful portable jamming device.

Ironically enough, hiding behind his laid-back appearance, Itsuki has a strong and flexible body, result of a rigorous training routine. Having no cybernetic augment or parts, Itsuki trains his body and mind in order to be always in perfect balance between endurance, speed, strength and flexibility. While part of the reason for such an laid-back and relaxed person as Itsuki to train himself exhaustively is due to his job, he also does so because he believes that, despite the technological advancements, people tend to rely too much on augments and cybernetic implants instead of their own hard work. A way of thinking Itsuki inherited from his father.
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[color=gray][b]Height[/b][/color]
[color=white]6'0"/ 1,83cm[/color]

[color=gray][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=white]Off duty, Itsuki is the furthest one would imagine from an elite agent, especially someone of his skills. Relaxed, lazy and laid-back, his conduct is considered highly unprofessional. Disinterested and carefree, he rarely takes anything seriously. He is often found lazing around, laying down somewhere, reading, playing games or just doing anything as long as it doesn't require him doing any actual work. The only exception to that rule is his normal training routine every morning. Those who see him training often say that he is the only person in the world that is somehow capable to make even working out look like he's just lazing around.

When on duty, surprisingly enough, Itsuki's personality doesn't change much until the very moment he is deployed on field when he almost becomes a completely different person. Serious, quiet and professional, his normally disinterested eyes are gone, replaced by sharp and dangerous eyes of a person who rarely lets even details pass by unnoticed. Often keeping radio contact to a bare minimum, he shows a remarkable capacity of improvising and using his own judgement to complete his mission, despite the lack of orders or directions, a necessary trait for someone that often not only works solo, but without being able to contact his team via radio. 
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[color=gray][b]Role[/b][/color]
[color=white]Infiltration/Sabotage/Reconnaissance[/color]

[color=gray][b]Equipment[/b][/color]

[color=Gold]NSF-R "Blackout"[/color]: A modified version of the original NSF Recon armor. Made of resistant, lightweight and flexible material with thermal camouflage and resistant against detection methods such as movement sensors and heartbeat sensors, it has little actual armor, instead focusing solely on mobility and stealth. Unlike the normal Recon armor, it has a simplistic and very purist design, having no cybernetics on the armor itself and almost no electronic devices other than night vision goggles and a small radio. On it's back, there is a small compartment, the size of a small backpack that houses a powerful, portable jamming system. Being able to interfere with most electronic devices and cause heavy interference on most cybernetic implants or augments. Just like the suit's name implies, it can create an area of almost complete 'Blackout' in a maximum range of 120m or 100m with obstructions. This area of heavy interference can also be controlled, with the operator being able to reduce it's size by implements of 10m to a minimum of a sphere of 10m around the operator or straight up turned off. It can stay active to a maximum of 1h before the battery runs out.

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A modern take on the classic, tried and tested VSS Vintorez, the VSS-3000 fires a heavy subsonic 9x39mm projectile containing a massive hardened steel core. With an effective range of about 450m, due to it's special bullet, it has a high penetration and stopping power. Coupled with it's integrated suppressor, it eliminates almost completely both sound and muzzle flash. With the choice of a magazine with 10 or 20 rounds, this rifle can also be used in fully automatic mode should the operational need arise. The hybrid scope offers magnification from 2x to 5x, being able to be used together with Itsuki's night vision goggles.
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[hider=Welrod MK3]
A modernization of the historical Welrod, this subsonic pistol received some well needed upgrades from it's MK2 counterpart of which the most striking is the fact that it is now a semi-automatic pistol. With 10 9x19mm subsonic rounds per magazine, it has an effective range of around 40m. It might be a simple and very basic pistol, but it's integrated suppressor coupled with the subsonic rounds makes it the perfect sidearm if your concern is being silent.
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[color=gray][b]Previous Careers[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, before he was recruited and accepted as part of the Special Assault Teams (officially known as [i]Tokushu Butai[/i] or Special Unit.[/color]

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[color=gray][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=white]Born and raised in Tokyo, child of a police chief inspector in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, Itsuki's childhood was rather common, being even a bit better than most due to his family's above-average financial status, result of an inheritance left by his grandparents and the small but flourishing business his mother had. Studying in a good school and having good grades, it seemed like Itsuki had his entire future ahead of him and with good grades like his, it wouldn't be just a dream to be accepted in a good university. Unfortunately, it all would change on the year of 2012, the year he lost everything...

Having lost both of his parents in the bombing of 2012, along with his home, part of his city and almost everything he knew, Itsuki was left alone in the world, having only the inheritance money from his grandparent's inheritance and the little money that was left of his mother's now ruined business. Without anyone to turn to and completely alone, Itsuki would have fallen into despair if it wasn't for a close friend of his father in the police who was also his superior, the superintendent Daichi. Knowing his father and his mother well, Daichi offered his support to the young Itsuki, taking him under his care. Moved by the stories Daichi told about his own father and how Daichi himself took care of him, Itsuki was able to overcome the shock of losing his parents and the grief by having a new goal for his life. Inspired by two great figures of his life, Itsuki began training his body and aiming to be a police officer, just like his father and Daichi as well.

Due to his enthusiasm, talent and under Daichi's instruction, as he got older Itsuki was quickly accepted to the police academy, completing it a few years later on the top of it's class. The entire world and especially Tokyo, were going through big changes on the years after the incident of 2012. Technology advanced on a frighteningly quick pace and the political turmoil, coupled with the fact that people's minds haven't forgotten the terror of the bomb meant that it was more necessary than ever for someone to keep the order and peace in Tokyo. 

On duty, Itsuki's performance was nothing short of outstanding. Displaying not only physical skills that far outclassed most other police officers but the mental fortitude necessary to deal with any situation, the only fault was the fact that he often dug too much when facing cases that were either too big for the police alone and due to his exaggerated sense of justice. Unsurprisingly to all those who were working with him, a few years after he began working for the police, Itsuki was recruited to the [i]Tokushu Butai[/i], the Special Unit. There, he would further hone his skills in an environment more suited to how he operated. Unfortunately, having greater access to information caused Itsuki to stumble in some... suspicious incidents around the city which, due to his strong sense of justice, he refused to let go and began investigating...

As he continued investigating, these incidents that were apparently isolated from one another showed themselves to be linked by some very small details, such as a single bullet lodged into a water pipe, a shell casing that was left behind with no discernible mark and impossible to track down... The more he dug and investigated on his own, the stranger and deeper the situation got. Isolated cases of people suddenly disappearing or strange 'accidents' labeled as gas explosions and other convenient excuses. Eventually, Itsuki was approached by his superiors, who explicitly ordered him to stop investigating. Upon questioning, he was only informed that the orders came from way above and he should simply turn a blind eye to what he saw. 

That incident, those words he heard from the very people who should be protecting Tokyo changed his view of the world. The young delusions that he would work for the justice and correct the wrongdoings that happened were shattered as he was forced to turn a blind eye. Details and hints that he would once never have paid attention before he began investigating or when he was still working for the police were impossible to avoid now. Undeniable proof that corruption was simply impossible to get rid of and peace was nothing but a foolish dream... 

Asking for a temporary leave due to stress and ordered to make regular visits to a psychiatrist from the government after the evaluation, it didn't take much for Itsuki to get over what happened. Due to his previous experience with what happened in 2012, he was able to move on pretty quickly, although when he came back to the [i]Tokushu Butai[/i], he was a completely different man. With an ever present disinterest over everything and a lazy, unprofessional behavior when not on field, he was considered quite problematic, but his performance, always completing his assignments with an incredible efficiency saved him from being suspended and kept his work.

Surprisingly enough, it was exactly this mix of problematic behavior and absolute efficiency when on duty that attracted the NSF, resulting in Itsuki being recruited shortly after. Much to their surprise though, the recruitment offer was met by Itsuki with extreme disinterest, having accepted the offer only due to the benefits that it would bring him such as the pay, better installations, equipment and the capability to further hone his skills.

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[color=gray][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=white]Both his parents died in 2012's incident. Most of his contacts are from the Special Unit in Tokyo or the Tokyo Metropolitan Police. Thinks of Superintendent Daichi as his second father.[/color]

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[color=gray][b]Relationships [Optional][/b][/color]
[color=white]Still nothing.[/color]

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[hider=Emmerich Fürst]

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[sub][COLOR=SILVER]  Emmerich Fürst, 21
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Schwartzgrad   [color=6ecff6][b]|[/b][/color]   Schwartzgrad, East Europan Imperial Alliance
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	[COLOR=6ecff6]► [B]DOB[/B][COLOR=SILVER] - 04/09/1893[/COLOR]
	► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=SILVER] - 6'3" / 192cm[/COLOR]
	► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - 170 lbs / 77kg[/COLOR]
	► [b]Hair Color[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Platinum blonde[/COLOR]
	► [b]Eye Color[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Blue[/COLOR]
	► [b]Classification[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Shocktrooper[/COLOR]
	► [b]Rank[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Private[/COLOR]
	► [b]Sexuality[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Heterosexual[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP]

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[/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b]

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Emmerich's northern heritage gifted him with a pale skin, long platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, which give him quite a strong presence when coupled with his height, his silent demeanor and cold expression. Emmerich was born with a rather slender build, that despite being quite awkward when he was young, became athletic and elegant as he got older, thanks to his family's hunting hobby and the training he received when he was enlisted in the Empire's military. 

Interestingly enough, Emmerich does care about his appearance and clothes, including his hair (which he seems to care and like quite a bit). Regarding clothes, Emmerich is often seen wearing mostly black or grey clothes, which contrast with his pale skin and blonde hair. While he has no problems wearing more formal clothes like blazers and suits, he does seem to have a preference for more 'robust' and practical, albeit still elegant clothes, such as button up overcoats, frequently paired with a pair of black leather gloves.

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While Emmerich's height and distant, somewhat cold expression can be rather intimidating, once one gets to know him a better, they would be surprised to see that, despite his silent demeanor, Emmerich can be quite an interesting person to talk to, often enjoying conversations about the most varied subjects when off duty and showing himself to be surprisingly cult and intelligent. That said, he isn't the best person to discuss about certain things such as feelings, since he always was a very logical person. While he won't deny advice if one approaches him with such questions, they would be awkward at best.
Even though he does enjoy hunting, he also reads as a hobby, since opportunities to go hunting are rather scarce, especially after he got into the military.

Even though Emmerich can be surprisingly warm to his closest friends, his distant and cold personality are at their most apparent when he is on duty. Most people often say war changes a person, but only those who really went through such experience have the idea of how impactful it is on one's life. While he was once a bright and enthusiastic young man, the war dulled his feelings, making him cold and distant in order to cope with the brutality of the war, where the ideal soldier is the one that operates with cold logic and efficiency.

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Born in Schwartzgrad, the great capital of the East Europan Imperial Alliance as the sole son of Friedrich Fürst and Viktoria Hase Fürst. Due to complications on his birth, which further aggravated Viktoria's already fragile health, which forced her to quit her job as a physician and stay at home. Due to that, most of Emmerich's memories of his mother were of her sitting near the balcony of their two-story house, helping him with his studies, encouraging his curiosity by reading books and teaching him about the human anatomy and medicine or her daily morning strolls through the garden together with him. While Emmerich's relationship with his father was not a bad one, Friedrich was never the kind of man to show his feelings that much. Being a military man through and through, he preferred to show his love with his actions, by taking care of his family and being sure they were well than by personally telling them that he loved them or giving hugs.  Due to that and the fact that on the time, Friedrich was active in the military, most affectionate memories of 'family' Emmerich had were from his mother.

Viktoria Hase Fürst passed away when Emmerich was still 15, which deeply impacted not his father, but Emmerich himself too. It was almost as a part of himself, a part of childhood died together with his mother. Being granted an leave due to his emotional state and the death of a member of his family, his father returned to the family house to grieve for his wife's death. During this time, where both father and son, despite being somewhat distant, grew closer, bonding due to the death of a person both of them loved deeply. Trying to make up for being absent on Emmerich's childhood, he became much more present on his life, even taking him into hunting trips when they had the chance, since he couldn't teach him like his mother did, nor he knew much about medicine, the career Emmerich wanted to follow, due to Viktoria's influence. While it was nowhere as close as the feelings of affection his mother gave him, it was undeniable that Friedrich cared about his son in his own way.

Even though life seemed to be going on decently well with his father, despite the death of his mother, Emmerich knew very well that his father would soon have to go back to the serve the Empire on the war. Despite living on Schwartzgrad, far away from the horrors of war, news still reached the capital and Emmerich, bright and mature for his age, knew the implications that came with war, despite having no love for the cause behind it nor feeling the same awe for the emperor as his father did. While he did like the city of Schwartzgrad, the rulers, the emperor and the other powerful people above were just images in a book, distant figures who had nothing to do with him or his life.

After his father returned to the frontlines, Emmerich had to live by himself while continuing his studies. Without his mother dead and with his father having left for the war, Emmerich became much more quiet and silent, dedicating himself fully to his studies. Receiving a few letters from his father per month, with him becoming once again the cold, distant father he once knew. Despite the silent house and monotonous life, he was still able to take care of the house and continue his studies, thanks to the money his father had. That was until he received a different kind of letter when he was 16. The one notifying about his father's death.

While the impact of his father's death wasn't as severe as his mother's, both due to their somewhat distant relationship and due to Emmerich have already experienced the death of a loved one before, the fact that he was now alone in the world did hit him hard. With a limited income due to the death of his father, not enough time to formally complete his studies in medicine and already reaching the age where he would need to undergo mandatory military training, followed by two years of service. Having to face the harsh reality, Emmerich saw himself forced to abandon his studies and go serve in the army.

The period of training was a grueling and exhaustive one for Emmerich. Being a boy from a relatively well off family, despite having a hobby of hunting, he was nowhere as athletic as a soldier should be and the officers in charge of training them, fueled by a fierce, burning patriotism for the Empire, demanded nothing short of perfection from them. Decided that complaining would lead him nowhere and not seeing any other path for him to follow in his life right now but to serve the two years of military service before being discharged and continuing his studies, Emmerich did the best he could in the training. Surprising and standing out among the other recruits first due to his determination and later, as he continued training his body and exercising himself, his performance. That, coupled with the fact that he already knew how to wield a gun rather well due to what his father had taught him ended up backfiring on Emmerich, being selected among the others to go to the frontlines. Having no other choice but to go, as he was still serving his two years, he steeled his resolve, seeing that as merely something that had to be done before he could try and go back to having a normal life.

Unfortunately, no amount of physical training could prepare him for the horror that he would face in the war. On the very first weeks of combat, Emmerich almost lost his mind. He had heard tales from soldiers of how horrible the war was, that if hell existed somewhere on earth, it would be on those damned trenches... It was all true... He watched friends who trained together with him as recruits being torn apart by machine-gun fire, he saw the bodies of allied and enemy soldiers being ripped apart by grenades, he saw people so mangled and disfigured by enemy fire or explosions that he knew, due to his knowledge in medicine, that the only thing he could do was relieve them of their suffering. He was forced to kill people he had never seen before, enemies and allies alike, with his own hands. Even in the short periods where explosions and gunfire weren't as loud and they had a brief moment of respite, the looming shadow of death was always present, slowly eating and corroding their minds.

Weeks passed in a blur while he was in the trenches. The fleeting moments of suffocating silence, interrupted by the maddening roar of the guns and machine-guns made everything look almost like a feverish dream.  Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately... Emmerich was always, since he was a child, someone who adapted to circumstances very quickly. As months passed, Emmerich became more and more cold and distant. While he would get desperate when he wasn't able to save a life or in shock when he had to take one in the beginning, such situations became... common. Pulling the trigger as he carefully aimed towards an enemy became as natural as it was to breathe after doing it thousands of times, almost an automatic action. Sometimes, while looking down through the iron sights as he aligned it with an enemy, he could almost reflect and think how he had never seen the man on the other side, wonder how was his life before the war, if he had a family, or even if he liked to read and hunt as much as he did.

The almost feverish routine did change on a certain day, when one of the units that were on the same trench as Emmerich were ordered to make a push towards an enemy position. Some soldiers said their prayers, some quickly wrote a small letter for their loved ones, delivering it to one of the officers, while others drowned themselves in cheap alcohol, looking for the courage that they lacked before leaving the trenches. Such assaults were already a common occurrence, which didn't make them less feared by the soldiers. 

Unfortunately, this time wouldn't be like the others. Staying behind since they did the last assault, Emmerich's unit would cover for the ongoing push. With most of the soldiers who remained assisting the assault, they weren't prepared for the attack launched by a small enemy unit. Using grenades and explosive charges, they shattered the back-line, stopping the support for the friendly unit's assault and forcing them to give up on the assault and return, despite the number of allied units already lost to heavy machine-gun fire. Despite the initial shock of the surprise attack, Emmerich still managed to turn back and fire a few shots on the small squad that was responsible. With the efficiency of someone who had done the same task thousands of times, Emmerich took aim and shot at the enemies, downing one with a shot on the chest and hitting one on the leg, making him fall to the ground as he ran towards them. The moment he was about to reload his gun though, he saw a grenade flying through the air, landing just a few meters away from him inside the trench they were taking cover at. Without time to think, he simply threw himself to the ground with the face on the mud and his head pointed towards the grenade, using his helmet as protection against shrapnel. Although he didn't suffer any wounds other than some cuts and lacerations, the impact of the explosion was too much for him, sending him unconscious.

Emmerich woke up hours later among the dead corpses of allies and enemies alike, feeling exhausted, weak and feverish. The cuts and lacerations from the explosion were in a pretty bad state due to the exposure to the elements and the foul mixture of fluids and mud that covered the ground. Crawling through the ground, he searched for any signal of life without success. Not knowing if the empire had successfully countered the Federation's offensive and proceeded with it's push or if they had suffered a brutal counter push, Emmerich kept crawling trying to situate himself until he heard a labored breath among the corpses, a clear signal of life in the midst of that sea of dead corpses. Upon approaching, he saw a soldier, desperately grasping a small locket against his chest while trying his best to press the large shrapnel wound on his abdomen. By the state he was, it was obvious that if he didn't receive immediate care, he wouldn't last long. His pale skin was a clear signal of the amount of blood he had already lost. 
When Emmerich and that poor soldier's eyes met, they saw in each other not an enemy, but a fellow soldier, damned to this hellhole by a bastard that had probably never experienced the same hell they were right now. Emmerich could feel the silent plead on the enemy soldier's eyes to finish him, to release him from his suffering. Approaching the soldier and leaning in the same dirt wall he was leaning against, he could see the weak movement of his head, a weak nod as he pointed towards the pistol on Emmerich's waist. As he did so though, Emmerich caught a glimpse inside the locket he was grasping so desperately. Inside there was two photos, one of a beautiful, red haired woman and a small, little girl with the same fiery hair as her mother. Looking once again to the wounded soldier, he merely shook his head taking his knife from the sheath and showing it to him, with a determined expression. 

By using a few strips of cloth, ripped from his uniform and the cheap alcohol that he had in a small canteen inside his clothes, he began disinfecting the wound and cleaning the best he could. After he was finished, he gave an encouraging tap on the man's shoulder, before slowly digging the tip of his knife on his abdomen, despite the man's grunts of pain while blindly feeling for the shrapnel that should be lodged inside his abdomen. After finding, he carefully pulled it out by using the tip of his knife. While the precarious circumstances meant that further damage was unavoidable, he did try as much as he could to steer away of any possible vital organ. It was slow, but after a while he finally took it out. The next part would be easy for Emmerich... Unfortunately, it was going to be by far the worst part for the enemy soldier. Grabbing a small lighter from a nearby body, he began heating the tip of his knife, until it was almost red hot before looking to the enemy soldier, waiting for a signal that he could proceed. After a bit of mental preparation, when the enemy soldier nodded, Emmerich pressed the red hot knife against the man's wound. The terrible smell and sound of his skin being burnt were almost completely masked by the man's loud grunts and screams of pain. After he was finished, the soldier finally fell unconscious, due to both the pain and the exhaustion. Laying against the dirt wall, almost as exhausted as the man next to him, Emmerich gave a small chuckle, laughing at himself. He lost the count of how many enemy soldiers he shot at, how many died by his actions either directly or indirectly and despite all that, he had just saved one of them. And act of foolish sentimentalism? Pity or compassion? Not even himself knew the reason behind his actions, nor he cared about it to be honest. He had used the last of his strength doing what he did. With the exhaustion and his weakened body finally taking a toll on him, he fell unconscious once again, slowly closing his eyes while looking up to the sky, away from the hellish landscape around him and hoping he could somehow survive or that the enemy soldier wouldn't repay him with a knife between the ribs...

Emmerich woke up days later in a hospital ward, not remembering a single thing after falling unconscious. It didn't take much time for Emmerich to realize that he was handcuffed. Taking a quick glance around he could see armed soldiers standing in guard in the only exit from that particular ward and most of the other patients were also handcuffed, saving those that couldn't move at all. While Emmerich could thank the heavens... or maybe the same soldier he had saved back in the battlefield, he knew he was now a prisoner of war. As the days passed though, he quickly realized that being a prisoner of war, at least until his body was still healing wasn't bad at all. In fact, it almost felt like a sweet, albeit momentary release from the hell that the trenches were. 

After a few weeks, talking with the nurses and some doctors, who were initially surprised of how he could speak the Federation language, thanks to his studies, they told him that he was receiving special treatment, despite being a prisoner of war due to the request of a certain officer called Cale Bennett. After a month, when Emmerich had made a full recovery, he was escorted by some armed guards to a closed room, apparently used to interrogate prisoners of war. There, they proceeded to make him many questions, which he replied with honesty, since he saw no reason to lie. After verifying that he was but a low ranking soldier, the officer that was making the questions exited the room just as another man wearing a military uniform entered. Much to his surprise, when Emmerich looked at his uniform, he could see that the man was no one other than Sergeant First Class Cale Bennett.

Looking at Cale with a confused expression, almost if silently asking why did he give him preferential treatment, the moment their eyes met, Emmerich could feel that somehow he had already seen that man before. When Cale lifted his uniform and the shirt beneath, showing a big scar on his abdomen, Emmerich couldn't help but to let out a discreet smile, giving a sigh of relief. Both of them had a long talk, knowing better the man who had saved him. Interestingly enough, neither Emmerich nor Cale asked the reason why one saved the other. Cale told him about his family, about his life and how his daughter had the beautiful red hair his wife had. In exchange, Emmerich told Cale his own story. In that small room, the two men saw each other as comrades, they didn't see an enemy soldier in front of them, but someone that saved their own life, a friend.

No matter what relationship Cale and Emmerich had though, there was no running from the war. One way or another, Emmerich was still a prisoner of war, and would be very likely to be used to labor in the frontlines, digging trenches under heavy shellfire or other life threatening jobs. Still, Cale wanted to do something for the man who saved his life, even if he was an imperial. Knowing how Emmerich didn't had much love for the Emperor nor supported the reasoning behind the war, Cale made him a proposal with a very serious tone. He gave him an opportunity to defect to the Federation instead of being treated like a prisoner of war. Since it was a difficult decision to make, Cale didn't demand an answer right away and instead gave Emmerich time to think. While still loved the city he was raised in, he didn't believed in the Emperor's cause behind the war. Besides, not only he had nobody to return to in Schwartzgrad, but it was very likely that the family mansion had already been seized by the government after his father died. But perhaps what was most important to his decision was that he knew that deep down inside, things wouldn't change. He was still a soldier, just a pawn fighting a war that was not his. The superiors might change, but until that damned war ended, his life wouldn't. After enough consideration, Emmerich ended up agreeing to join the Federation. Even though he would be given a private rank despite his abilities, training and skills, it was the best that could've been done since he was a defector.

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[color=6ecff6][b]Medicine knowledge:[/b][/color] While Emmerich never formally completed his studies, he still very knowledgeable about human anatomy and medicine, being able to provide first aid and other less delicate procedures on field or do the exact opposite, knowing where to strike with a knife in order to incapacitate them without killing.

[color=6ecff6][b][i]A Physician's honor:[/i][/b][/color] While the war did make him colder to the act of killing, due to the influence of his mother and his own ideals, Emmerich will refrain from killing unarmed soldiers or those who surrendered.

[color=6ecff6][b][i]Proficient Hunter:[/i][/b][/color] Due to his hobby, Emmerich knows how to move quickly and silently, having the patiente and stamina to chase a prey or wait until the perfect time to strike.

[color=6ecff6][b]Cold Logic:[/b][/color] Desensitized to the horrors of war, it's not often that Emmerich hesitates or lets his feelings interfere with his actions on the battlefield.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Neither one, nor the other":[/b][/color] Emmerich isn't oblivious to the cruel acts of the Empire and does not support their cause for the war, but on the other hand, he knows very well that the Federation isn't that much better. He simply does what he has to do in order to survive this war and have the chance of maybe having a normal life in the future.

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- SM-Longfield Mk. 3 Carbine w/ affixed bayonet
- Standard Federation sidearm
- 2 to 3 Fragmentation Grenades
- Trench knife
- Federation standard Shocktrooper armor
- Typical Webbing - Field dressings, gas mask, ammunition, binoculars etc.
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[color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]F A M I L Y[/sub][/b]

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- [color=6ecff6]Viktoria Hase Fürst[/color] (Mother - Deceased)
- [color=6ecff6]Friedrich Fürst [/color] (Father - KIA)
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[color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]R E L A T I O N S[/sub][/b]

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[hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color][/COLOR][/hider]