Post by M.P. Emrys Astor on May 4, 2008 1:19:09 GMT -5
Name:
Emrys Astor
Occupation:
Military Police
Age:
41
Allies/Axis/Neutral:
Axis
Personality:
Emrys is a strange character. He doesn't agree with what the Axis is doing, but he doesn't stand up and say so either. It could be said that he's a coward, but that isn't quite right either. He realizes that he is just one insignificant man and that there's nothing he can do as long as he is surrounded by Nazis. His compassion is also a subject of argument, as it would seem he has none, but he really does. Again, he realizes that he can do nothing that would alleviate his compassion towards the victims of the war, so he keeps it to himself. Instead, he uses them as subjects for his art and sells his art or keeps it to sell after the war, as it's the only way he knows of to get the truth out and possibly make a difference. He's a fairly guarded person, and that is what most people see: a quiet man who is generally indifferent towards the world, even if that's not exactly true.
History:
Emrys was born and raised in Germany to a middle class family. He was educated at Oxford, and counts himself very lucky for it, since he is doubtful that any German will get that opportunity extended to them for a long while. Before the war, he ran an art gallery in Berlin, supplying it with much of his own art.
Emrys married a pretty Austrian woman named Elsa when they were both twenty years old. The couple were madly in love with each other and had a daughter a year and a half later, named Carina. Emrys had five years of blissful happiness with his wife and daughter, but disaster struck on Carina's fifth birthday. Rys had taken his family to a carnival for his little angel. She and her mother had wanted to ride the ferris wheel and Rys hadn't, because he was tired, so he went to get them all some ice cream-that's when he heard the screeching. He had turned around just in time to see three cars fall off of the wheel, the cable holding them had broken. His family's car was among them.
Rys went into a depression that lasted several years, and he never really recovered. Where he had once been happy and outgoing, he was now sullen and taciturn, keeping mostly to himself. His art became scattered and without focus and he spent most of his time in his studio, or sitting on the street sketching people walk by, or in the countryside, sketching the beautiful landscape that he and his family had loved so much.
He is currently a member of the military police and does whatever they tell him to do. Luckily, when he is in concentration camps, he does not take an active part in the extermination, though it sometimes makes him feel disgusted with himself that he stands by and watches. Lately, his art has a focus, and that is the war and its victims. Everything he makes centers around these things.
Picture:
Emrys Astor
Occupation:
Military Police
Age:
41
Allies/Axis/Neutral:
Axis
Personality:
Emrys is a strange character. He doesn't agree with what the Axis is doing, but he doesn't stand up and say so either. It could be said that he's a coward, but that isn't quite right either. He realizes that he is just one insignificant man and that there's nothing he can do as long as he is surrounded by Nazis. His compassion is also a subject of argument, as it would seem he has none, but he really does. Again, he realizes that he can do nothing that would alleviate his compassion towards the victims of the war, so he keeps it to himself. Instead, he uses them as subjects for his art and sells his art or keeps it to sell after the war, as it's the only way he knows of to get the truth out and possibly make a difference. He's a fairly guarded person, and that is what most people see: a quiet man who is generally indifferent towards the world, even if that's not exactly true.
History:
Emrys was born and raised in Germany to a middle class family. He was educated at Oxford, and counts himself very lucky for it, since he is doubtful that any German will get that opportunity extended to them for a long while. Before the war, he ran an art gallery in Berlin, supplying it with much of his own art.
Emrys married a pretty Austrian woman named Elsa when they were both twenty years old. The couple were madly in love with each other and had a daughter a year and a half later, named Carina. Emrys had five years of blissful happiness with his wife and daughter, but disaster struck on Carina's fifth birthday. Rys had taken his family to a carnival for his little angel. She and her mother had wanted to ride the ferris wheel and Rys hadn't, because he was tired, so he went to get them all some ice cream-that's when he heard the screeching. He had turned around just in time to see three cars fall off of the wheel, the cable holding them had broken. His family's car was among them.
Rys went into a depression that lasted several years, and he never really recovered. Where he had once been happy and outgoing, he was now sullen and taciturn, keeping mostly to himself. His art became scattered and without focus and he spent most of his time in his studio, or sitting on the street sketching people walk by, or in the countryside, sketching the beautiful landscape that he and his family had loved so much.
He is currently a member of the military police and does whatever they tell him to do. Luckily, when he is in concentration camps, he does not take an active part in the extermination, though it sometimes makes him feel disgusted with himself that he stands by and watches. Lately, his art has a focus, and that is the war and its victims. Everything he makes centers around these things.
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