[b][h1][color=DarkRed]Conner Maybank[/color][/h1][/b]

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Gender: Male
Age: 37
Nationality: American

Appearance:
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5’11", light brown curly hair, cut short but always looks a bit wild like it dried wrong. Clean shaven, ice blue eyes, kinda sharp face but doesn’t look like he’s tryin’ to be intimidating. Lean, but wiry strong—like someone who’s been hauling gear since before it mattered. Moves casual, never too fast, never too loud. Clothes change depending on what he’s doing or who he’s gotta deal with. Usually something with deep pockets and not too many buttons.
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Personal Effects:

•Lighter (silver Zippo, beat to hell but still works)

•Pocket compass (off-center needle, mostly reliable)

•Crumpled map of Berlin, marked in pencil

•A few sticks of gum (he says it's American, but it tastes like chalk)

•Folded photo—two kids and a woman, maybe a sister, maybe not. Never says.

•Pencil nub and a little notepad with a lot of half-erased stuff


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[h3][b]Background:[/b][/h3]
What is your job:
Whatever pays. Runs courier jobs sometimes, handles logistics for the Americans when they don’t feel like lifting things, and helps translate when there’s nobody else. Sometimes just finds things for people—documents, bottles, people, places. Not a spy, not a cop, just a guy who knows how to move through the city without getting stuck.

Backstory:
Kentucky born. Farm kid turned soldier. Enlisted before Pearl Harbor ‘cause he thought it’d be something different. It was. Served through France, Italy, into Germany. Could’ve gone home after the war, but didn’t. Not ‘cause of some deep trauma, just… didn’t feel like home anymore.

Berlin’s busted and weird, but it makes a kind of sense. At least it doesn’t pretend to be okay. He gets by with odd jobs, knows which doors not to knock on, and where