Post by Major Faxon Jurgen on Jun 24, 2007 13:11:56 GMT -5
Name:
Captain Faxon Alois Jurgen
Occupation:
Captain in the German Military
Age:
27
Allies/Axis/Neutral:
Axis. Germany
Physical Description:
His features are sharp and prominent, a thing he prides for his Aryan blood. His eyes though are gray, and his hair sleek black. That is a cause for some sort of shame, but he holds his head up high and will not take anyone joking about it. He is tall with a muscular frame. Defiantly not the strongest, but his imposing will and collected disposition makes up for that. He keeps himself clean, and has the stereotypical neatnik fashon you would generally expect a fine Nazi to have.
Personality:
Faxon is not sure how he likes the whole idea of purging the world, but he will never question an order. His country has taken enough torment and disgrace from the rest of the world for him to do otherwise. He does get nautilus, form time to time, and has a problem with anxiety. But anyway, he likes the idea that his blood is pure. If you take a boy from a struggling country and tell him repeatedly something, especially something that appeals to him, he's not going to question why. Same for him and thousands of others.
He is relatively kind to the prisoners compared to the other captains, but will never go out of his way for them.
When he gives the orders, there is no defying him. He has a cynical depth and will not hesitate to enforce his right to distribute punishment and enforce rules.
History:
Faxon was born in 1913 in a family with three other children. His father went off to fight in the first World War when he was one, and nothing much happened in the space between the start and the end of the war. He was much too young to do anything to help his impoverished and struggling family. When he was five, his father returned home a month after the war was finished. Faxon was five by this time, and had trouble bonding with the stranger. Eventually he warmed up to him, but there was always going to be an awkward vibe between them.
Life was very difficult, even with the head of the household back to help. The Treaty of Versailles had overlooked a broken and poor Germany with a solemn economy and an almost non-existent military. They were afraid, Faxon realizes now, and looking to humiliate his country. His father thought it important for him to get a proper education, and sweet fate had allowed him to enroll in a military school. There, at seven, he was taught basic academics and discipline.
And times were changing again. Angered by the unfair treatment and believing in a radical conspiracy, a group called National Socialist German Workers' Party was slowly becoming a major political figure. It gained followers quickly, making promises and theorizing about a master race.
Faxon was interested, but was too young to contribute.
When he was thirteen, Faxon moved on to a higher-level school. Less academics, more discipline, but still an expensive work-out for body and mind. He stayed for five years, and then got his own job in the military. He rose to become Captain within four years.
Three years into his military career, the Nazi party had finally gained enough fanatic support to rise to power. Hitler became Chancellor before crumbling the old Reich and becoming simply der Führer.
Faxon is 26 when the pure Aryan race invades Poland and launches the war. Faxon is now a devoted pawn and servant of his country and leader. Obedient to the end.
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