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VargasLagola

~ daughter of a rifleman ~
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VargasLagola

~ daughter of a rifleman ~
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Name: John Robert Parker
Nickname: Johnny
Preferred Name: Johnny or John
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White British
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 9th of May, 1912
Place of Birth: Birmingham, England
Political Alignment: Socialism
Religion: Atheist
Languages: English | A little bit of French

Bio: Born and raised in Birmingham, John is Harold's and Lillian's firstborn. At the age of two his father left to go fight in the Great War, he still remembers his father's night terrors echoing throughout the house after the war.
During his upbringing he was just like the other Brummie kids, often up to devilry or out playing football.
At the age of ten his life changed drastically when his mother died giving birth to Emilia. This took a serious toll on him as he'd always been his mother's little boy. Her death led to him having to take care of the household together with his father. He quickly had to man up and there was simply no room for him to be a kid anymore. His father stayed strong for the children and made sure to keep them not only busy, but loved.
John never finished High School as he had to help out his father to make a living for the family. He began his apprenticeship as a mechanic at the local garage when he was 16 years old and worked there until he was 22.
He made sure to get his High School diploma and later applied for the University of Birmingham, where he studied literature until the war broke out.
When the war began in 1939, John was conscripted in to the British Army and sent to France where he fought alongside his younger brother George. John was a Staff Sergeant in the 2nd Infantry Division and his brother was a Private in the same squad. The Battle of Dunkirk haunts him till this day, with the Division reduced to Brigade strength they held a corridor open where the 1st, 3rd, 4th and 42nd Divisions escaped on the 26th of May. They suffered heavy casualties and he watched hundreds of men die that day. During the evacuation of Dunkirk he lost his brother who drowned when he fell in to the ocean during a German strafing run.
After the battle of Worcester John amongst many other soldiers escaped in fear of being executed by the Nazis.
Together with a few men from his company he started what would later become The Crown.
Personality: Adaptable . Caring . Genuine . Loyal . Optimistic . Argumentative . Fussy . Stubborn .
Likes: Reading + Tobacco + Silence + Humour + Dogs
Dislikes: Stuck-Up People - Gambling - Winter
Fears: Losing His Sister x Heights
Family:
Father - Harold - 53
Mother - Lillian - 30 (Deceased)
Brother - George - 23 (Deceased)
Sister - Emilia - 20

Height: 184 Centimeters
Weight: 72 Kilograms
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Abstracty

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Name: Friedrich Justus Hermann
Nicknames: Fix-it Freddy, Fritz
Preferred Name: Friedrich
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: German
Age: 29
Date of Birth: 28th December 1913
Place of Birth: Wadersloh, Germany

Religion: Catholic

Political Alignment: Christian Conservative

Languages: German (fluent), English (heavy accent)

Bio: Friedrich Justus Hermann was born as the first and only child of a german construction worker (Otto) and his wife (Elisabeth). Growing up in a rural community he was mostly raised by his devoutly catholic mother, as his father joined the Great War in 1915. During his early childhood he was a very curious child, constantly asking questions about the things around him, but rarely interested in playing with other children. His mother was often ill and sickly, so Friedrich started helping with chores early on. When his father returned in 1919, he was a broken man and heavily hit the bottle for a few years. The family struggled financially, but Otto seemed to gain control over his demons and found new work as a farmhand. Friedrich was soon helping on the fields.

In 1924 his mother fell sick again and sadly passed away to her pneumonia. Otto and Friedrich tried to make the best of things, but the death drove Otto back to his alcoholism and the boys only solace became the local churchs club activities. Despite his families hardships he was a good student and due to his aunt Erika (Ottos sister) marrying rich they were able to get some financial support. With Germanys rapid industrialization the demand for skilled labour rose and Friedrich learned the craft of a mechanic as soon as he finished school.

Not long after he finished his apprenticeship his father passed away, having fallen down the stairs in a drunken stupor. As soon as he was 18, Friedrich decided to leave and seek work in Cologne, where he worked as a mechanic, maintaining and repairing trucks and agricultural machines. He also got interested in politics, joining the Zentrum party in 1932. Not long after the NSDAP took power in Germany and while he was concerned about it at first, things soon were business as usual for Friedrich. The first years of the Nazi regime seemed to bring economic improvement, but their politics kept worrying him more and more. Never one to be too outspoken, Friedrich just went along, until the barbaric events of the Reichskristallnacht unfolded. In the night of the 9th November 1938 as he was returning home from work, Friedrich witnessed the ransacking of jewish stores and brazen attacks on jewish citizens. He knew one of the storeowners, as he had often purchased his groceries there and Friedrich felt compelled to step in. His bravado only earned him a bloodied nose and some choice words from a brown-shirt wearing goon, but it got his mind sorted out.

It didn't take long for Friedrich to leave his home behind, as he obsessed himself with the events of that day and the politics of repression that had long been instituted. Taking a gamble, he left Germany for London. His heart bled, but he felt like it was necessary.

Life in London as a german catholic was not easy on him. People tended to avoid him and it was hard to find work. His few remaining relatives tried to convince him to return and he was tempted, but the outbreak of the war changed everything. Unable to return, Friedrich was soon detained and questioned by home security. With the start of the Luftwaffe raids he was arrested again and interned at a camp, where he fixed British trucks. After the armistice he was released, but he couldn't celebrate the german victory at all. He knew that dark days had fallen over Europe, but he was again to scared to act. It was easy to find work as a mechanic for the occupying forces, but Friedrich already resisted in his own ways. Diluding fuel, misdirecting spare parts and delaying repairs were his methods of silent protest. During many sleepless nights he prayed or read his bible, hoping for an answer. It came in the unlikely form of a SS officer, about to execute another saboteur on the spot. Without much thinking, Friedrich nailed the officer in the back of the head with a heavy wrench, helping the resistance member escape. The mechanic was shocked and disgusted with himself, almost vomiting at the sight of the bleeding head wound he had inflicted, but also knowing that the SS man had it coming. Pretending to be the upstanding german citizen who found the poor officer like that was his way out of trouble. Without knowing it, he had helped the underground organization The Crown, who soon contacted him.



Personality: thrifty – conservative - bitter – conscientious – reserved – pragmatic


Likes: New machines/automobiles; Dark, bitter flavors; A peaceful, quiet evening; Volksmusik (German folk music); Getting his hands dirty


Dislikes: Violence; Large crowds; Air travel


Fears: letting down the resistance; Divine judgement


Family: Otto Friedrich Hermann (Father, Deceased); Elisabeth Hermann (Mother, Deceased); Wilhelm Fuchs (Maternal grandfather, Deceased); Henriette Fuchs (Maternal grandmother, in nursing home); Albrecht Otto Hermann (Paternal grandfather, deceased), Maria Hermann (Paternal grandmother, deceased); Erika Niedermeier (Aunt, residing in Germany); Hans Niedermeier (Cousin, enlisted in Kriegsmarine)

Height: 180cm
Weight: 71kg

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VargasLagola

~ daughter of a rifleman ~
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Name: Emilia Grace Parker
Nicknames: None
Preferred Name: Emilia
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: White British
Age: 20
Date of Birth: 13th of April, 1922
Place of Birth: Birmingham, England
Political Alignment: Communism
Religion: Atheist
Languages: English

Bio: Emilia is the third child of Harold and Lillian, just like her older brothers she was also born and raised in Birmingham. During her birth her mother suffered a severe hemorrhage and passed away only hours after.
Growing up without a mother Emilia never learned what most of her other female friends knew, she often felt left out because of that. Instead she was brought up by three men where she only learned the typical stuff men would do around the household.
Since her father was taking care of three children on his own, he always brought all of them when he was hunting. Emilia was taught how to properly use a rifle as early as at the age of ten. Due to her being the only girl in the family, she was often overlooked and mocked by her brothers when it came to hunting. This led to her practicing whenever she could with her fathers rifle, eventually becoming the excellent sharpshooter she is today.
Once the war began and thousands upon thousands of men were sent abroad, Emilia dropped out of High School and began working in a factory in Castle Bromwich, Birmingham where they made Spitfires for the Royal Air Force.
When the news came about her brother George's death, she was devastated. She had a difficult time not blaming John who'd promised to keep him safe, no matter what. The death of George pushed her father Harold over the edge as he quickly fell in to the depths of alcohol. She was now forced to take care of herself and her alcoholic father, since John was nowhere to be found.
After the fall of Worcester in late 1940, she got a letter from John who told her to come find him in London. After a few weeks of hesitation she eventually left Birmingham and her alcoholic father behind.
Whilst in London she met up with John where she was persuaded by him to join The Crown, she knew John needed her more than ever.
Personality: Adventurous . Calm . Confident . Honest . Scrupulous . Mischievous . Confrontational . Judgemental .
Likes: Hunting + Rain + Children + Music + Honesty
Dislikes: Alcohol - Misogynists - Germans
Fears: Drowning x Losing Hope
Family:
Father - Harold - 53
Mother - Lillian - 30 (Deceased)
Brother - John - 28
Brother - George - 23 (Deceased)

Height: 168 Centimeters
Weight: 62 Kilograms
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Jannah

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Name: Besnik Varoshi
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Preferred Name: Besnik
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Romani
Age: 28
Date of Birth: September 5th, 1914
Place of Birth: Mostar, Bosnia


Bio: Besnik was born the middle child into a Bosnian Romani family. Like most Romani families they were not wealthy, although they were relatively happy and tight-knit. Family bonds and story-telling in the traditional Romani manner soon became major aspects of the young child's life. From that time he developed a vibrant imagination of his own. Like generations before him he was also brought up devoutly religious, particularly as his father held faith in high regard.

Education for Besnik and his siblings was minimal as was standard for the Romani community. Instead of sitting in a classroom each child was instructed in skills deemed important for them to know. Besnik himself learned an array of different trades, becoming versatile, although he mastered none. He also found himself to be physically strong and a quick learner, which made him especially use for completing different tasks. By the time he was a teenager he was earning money for his family by carrying out various odd jobs. It was often difficult backbreaking physical labour, but the young man found it rewarding. It also developed his reputation for kindness and interacting with other members of the community in which he resided. In fact, life remained rather standard for the young man until the Nazi invasion of Yugoslavia.

Almost immediately upon the Nazi invasion Besnik quickly found himself and others marked for death, for there was no room in the new Reich for Romani, Jews, and other undesirables. This led to hostility, and even distrust between neighbours. The man himself also began to grow more reclusive and suspicious of those around him - there was no way of knowing who was seeking just the right moment to turn him over to the Gestapo.

Although repression and suspicions began to grow, so did resistance movements. Quickly remembering the values he had been taught since childhood, particularly those about defending the vulnerable, Besnik jumped into the resistance in any way he could. He began to aid them, firstly by being a pair of hands for labour, but then gradually moving onto more dangerous tasks. It was after some months that he found himself helping with one illegal notion that would surely lead to his execution faster than any other: hiding and supporting fellow undesirables such as Jews. Despite the risks it posed he persevered.

Whether through the rumour mill or some other means, eventually Besnik's intentions were discovered. The local Gestapo unit wasted no resources on hunting down himself and his family. Having been tipped off by one sympathetic anonymous source himself, he managed to warn his family. Soon they began to scatter, leaving their fates unknown while he was left no choice but to flee himself. Having few other options he found himself drifting into Britain as it was supposedly one of the last few countries of Europe. Or so it was, at the time.

Shortly after Besnik's own arrival in Britain the Nazis came knocking on their doorstep. Very soon the country found itself under complete Axis control. Knowing full well the outcome and consequences of Nazi control, the man opted to fight once more in any way he could. He tried to do everything he could in the name of freedom, which eventually led him to an underground organization with similar goals as his: The Crown.
Personality: Upon first introduction Besnik appears as a quiet, reserved, and perhaps even reclusive, individual although this is only one aspect of who he is. He is simply hesitant to trust others quickly, namely due to his own wartime experiences. He tends to see the worst in people before learning whether they're truly trustworthy. For some, this can make him a difficult individual to even get along with at all.

However, once trust is gained then Besnik is willing to open up to others a lot more readily. In fact, driven by both his faith and personal experience, he is a generous man. He is one to go out of his way to show compassion towards the vulnerable regardless of which form they take (a trait that very much put him at risk back home). Unfortunately he is also a rather jaded individual so bears little optimism at all. He will see the worst in a situation, although these poor omens will even drive him to fight harder for those who need it. In the audience of those he trusts he bears little fear at all and will openly voice his grievances, and of which there are many pertaining to the Nazi regime.

Although Besnik is a resourceful individual he is one to very much live in the moment. He rarely sticks to any rigidly defined blueprint at all. He merely takes life as it comes towards him, which can sometimes set a dangerous precedent. It could be easily assumed that his own resourcefulness and cleverness is what has allowed him to survive as long as he has. He is also very much the type to learn by doing: there is not much that books and formal instruction can teach the man at all; he needs to be able to get his hands dirty.
Likes: His heritage (except when it's being used against him), the arts (especially storytelling), tea (especially Turkish tea), horseback riding, exploring the outdoors
Dislikes: Religious and political extremists, liquor, greed
Fears: The fact that he's barely literate becoming common knowledge, letting down his family and ideals
Family: Khulai - father
Beti - mother
Tobar - older brother
Aishe - older sister
Medina - older sister
Kadira - younger sister
Nihad - younger brother
Besim - younger brother

Religion: Like most Romani families from Albanian and Bosnian territories, Besnik's own is Muslim. Although he was raised devoutly religious and can even cite parts of scripture from memory, many aspects of his faith have lapsed since his flight to Britain. At the most he does consider himself a believer, but regularly adheres to few of the practices.
Political alignment: Besnik is officially unaffiliated, although if one was obligated to label him then he would lean more towards the left. Actions carried out by both the radical left and right have left him rather disturbed and jaded overall.
Languages: Rromanës (native; fluent), Bosnian (fluent), English (mostly fluent, heavily accented), Albanian (basic knowledge), Arabic (a smattering of phrases, mostly pertaining to his Islamic faith)

Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 155 lbs
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Abstracty

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Name: Armellé Barbery
Nicknames: Nachtigall/Nightingale
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Gender:
Female
Ethnicity: French-Moroccan
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 15th June 1917
Place of Birth: Casablanca, Morocco


Religion: Atheist, Catholic on paper


Political Alignment: Apathetic


Languages: French (fluent), Arabic (fluent), English (fluent, slight accent), German (heavy accent, but full understanding)

Bio: Since her early childhood Armellé Barbery had lived a life of luxury and constant travel, as she was born to an important french diplomat and a mother from a very wealthy house of good name. With the parents often being busy she learned to compete for every bit of attention from them. It wasn't like they were neglectful, there just were a lot of duties to fullfil.


Armellé received a great education, both in France and Morocco, often having a private teacher assigned to her, while the family resided in Paris, Marseille, Tangier or Casablanca. While her mother Nawar had more traditional values and roles in mind for her children, her father Jean-Jacques insisted on allowing her great freedoms. Learning to navigate the high societies of different cultures wasn't easy, but it helped form her education even further. Armellé enjoined the coast and landscape of Morocco, as well as the culture and cosmopolitanism in France. Whenever they could, the family took short trips to the country side and due to their rarity, Armellé cherished them a lot. Her father would take her hunting in Frances forests, teaching her discipline and confidence. Her mother would take her to the theatres and great plays of Paris, igniting her love for the big stage and further strengthening her determination. Incredibly bored by politics, all seemed great in Armellés little world. She studied literature and cinematography and quickly got roles in theatre and cabaret. But it was also partially due to her families connections that she secured a lead role in a romantic drama movie, shot in southern France. Instead of watching the great premiere, however, she found her spotlight stolen by outbreak of the Second World War.


With no real clue about the gravitiy of the situation, Armellé and her brothers did not heed the parents warnings to leave Paris. After the fall of France she was stranded with the Vichy regime, but she quickly regained contact with her parents, who had arranged safe passage to Canada, because of fears that Jean-Jacques previous diplomatic status might see him arrested.


Armellé tried to arrange herself with the circumstances, her beauty and charme as her biggest assets. Traveling through Europe was only possible by performing to a german audience now, which quickly exposed her to the new, cruel reality of things. After many shows, german officers would – drunkenly – discuss matters of POWs, jews and other plans. The curtain had been opened on horrifiying show. It was during a tour of London that she decided that enough was enough. Poisoning the head of the local SchuPo was her first coup, but she soon found herself kidnapped by The Crown, who mistook her for the mistress of a Einsatzkommando officer. Resisting interrogation and detailing her lethal work, the kidnapped actress soon became a valued member.






Personality: aloof – attentive - cunning – feisty – glamorous – ambitious



Likes: The spotlight on her; Musical arts; Luxury items; hunting; wine



Dislikes: Dirt; Ungentlemanly conduct; strong liquor



Fears: spiders; dying fameless



Family: Jean-Jacques Barbery (father, former french diplomat, fled to Canada), Nawar Barbery (mother, moroccan nobility, fled to Canada), Auguste Barbery (younger brother, still residing in France), Noe Barbary (older brother, diplomat and translator in Tangier)

Height: 164cm
Weight: 50kg
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Rusty of Shackleford

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Name: Jakub (Pronouned Ya-Cub) Svoboda
Nicknames: "Yacky"
Preferred Name: Jak
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Polish
Age: 26
Date of Birth: March 2, 1916
Place of Birth: Warsaw

Bio: Jakub was born in the midst of the First World War. Poland was the center of the Eastern Front, where the German, Austro-Hungarian, and Russian Empires tore Poland apart for whatever scraps they could muster. His father served as a legionary, and nearly died in the Brusilov Offensive. After the collapse of all three Empires, Poland was independent for the first time in centuries, yet also left in ruins. Jakub's family did what they could to aid in the rconstruction. His mother set up a homeless shelter, while his father became a devoted and respected rabbi, assisting the Jewish population in Warsaw in any way he could. Wishing for their son to have a good life, theyw ere able to muster up just enough money to send Jakub to college, wanting him to become a doctor.

For Jakub, there was no greater way to bring glory to God's name than to heal his fellow man, to ease their pains and cure their ills. By tthe time he gradutated, he was highly educated. He could speak write English, German, and Yiddish fluently, and was noted as being an extremely promising student. In fact, he was on his way to eventually opening his own practitioner's office.

Until the invasion began.

A proud Pole, Jakub immediately applied to work at a field hospital, doing what he could to treat the wounded. It was this and only this that most likely saved him, as he was out of the capital when German tanks rolled into Warsaw. The final radio broadcast from Warsaw is something hell never forget.

The next year was a blur. Hiding in train cars, barns, wherever he could as he tried to escape the coming onslaught. He just barely made it to England, alone and without much direction. Luckily, he once again found himself in a military hospital, treating Commonwealth troops alongside survivors of the Polish army. It was through them that he learned that after the Nazi occupation of Warsaw, his parents were both publicly executed in the streets, something that continues to haunt him.

But then he was once again on the run, after Germany invaded the British Isles. The only reason Jakub was spared a concentration camp was the administrator of the hospital he worked at, who bravely burned as many records as possible to save the many Jewish and Slav patients at the hospital, before being shot themselves. It was while at the hospital that Jakub had met a John Robert Parker, a survivor of Dunkirk. The two formed a friendship, and after the invasion, Jakubw as offered a place among the Crown, as their head doctor. Though he does not approve of violence, he sees no other option, and gladly aids in the fight.

And that's how he found himself in the Crown. Resistance work is dangerous, and he's grown uncomfortably accustomed to pulling out bullets and shrapnel.
Personality:
-Focused

-Idealistic

-Socially awkward

-Optimistic
Likes:
-Reading

-Classical music

-Singings (Has a decent singing voice)

-Learning of other cultures

-Treating patients

Dislikes:
-Nazi's (Obviously)

-Violence (Is a staunch pacifist)

-Tea

Fears:
-Cold, dark places

-Losing a patient

Family:
Krzystof Svoboda: Father (Deceased)

Zuzanna Svoboda: Mother (Deceased)

Religion: Ashkenazi Judaism. Jakub has always been quite devout, and does his best to uphold the various traditions. Though his faith has been challenged by the horrors he's seen, and he's not one to preach or judge someone's life choices. To him, the love of God is all encompassing, and to allow any hatred into your heart is a grevious sin. Some of the ceremonies have come in quite handy, especially when it comes to proper hygiene, given his occupation.

Political Alignment: Jakub doesn't much care for politics, but he tends to lean more to the left. He believes it is the duty of all of God's children to help one another, and has always supported the government getting involved in such things. That said, he does have an intense distrust for the government, especially that of the British, as they simply watched as his homeland was torn apart by Germany and Russia.

Languages:
Fluent:
Polish, English, German, and Yiddish

Conversational: French, Russian



Height: 5'8, or 172 centimeters
Weight: 140 lbs, or 63 kg
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Walliver

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Name: Macalister Ryan Meyler
Nickname(s): Mac, Mackie, Musket
Preferred Name: Musket, been going by it for longer than his real first name
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Irish, Welsh
Age: 20
Date of Birth: March 22nd, 1922
Place of Birth: Belfast, Ireland
Religion: Agnostic (“Something’s gotta be out there, just got no idea what it is or how to worship it.”)
Political Alignment: Unaffiliated (in his words: “Politics were what caused this whole mess in the first place, I don’t want any part in it.”)
Languages: English (fluent), Irish Gaelic (fluent), German (fluent), French (semi-fluent)

Bio:
Born in the aftermath of the Irish War for Independence, Musket was no stranger to war and the havoc it could wreak. Only an infant in an age of reconstruction, he learned early on that his place in the world was defined by how well he could wield his talents. Fortunately, he didn’t have to stay in the war-torn area for very long, as his family began seeking opportunities for work in the supposed “Roaring 20s”. His family emigrated from Belfast to Bristol, much to his grandparents’, uncle’s, and mother’s chagrin.

Their short stint of luck in Europe didn’t last, as the depression settled hard around them. Nearly every member of the family was unemployed by August of 1929, with Musket’s uncle Barry being the only worker left in the house. His grandfather did nothing but complain, while his grandmother distracted Musket and his sisters with tales of a hunger much greater than this- Gorta Mor, as she called it. But Musket knew the difference. This wasn’t a famine of food or a blight of crops- this was a famine of money, of jobs, a blight of industry.

When the depression began to recede and the war began, Musket was the only child of four left alive, with only his parents and uncle left. Then his father was drafted to fight for a country that had starved them not even a century before, oppressed them hardly two decades ago, and killed half his family. But the Meylers persevered. Musket and his uncle worked hard making guns for the country’s army, gathering scraps when they got off work, saving what they could to support the war effort. It wasn’t enough.

Musket’s father died when Germany began its invasion of Britain. The Meylers packed up and ran, narrowly escaping the wave that had soon overtaken their second home- not before a bomb took off Musket’s left ear and a chunk of his arm.

Even with his injuries, Musket does his best to help the resistance. For his lost siblings, for his father, for whatever is left of Ireland when the war is finally over.
Personality:
Reserved • Driven • Intelligent • Observant • Cautious • Patriotic • Optimistic
Likes:
Guns, the sound of rain, knives, mimicking accents, reading
Dislikes:
Being touched, the sight of blood, gunshots, lazy people, dogs
Fears:
Losing his mother and uncle, losing his hearing completely
Family:
Declan Meyer (father, deceased)
Morgan Meyler née Thomas (mother)
Aoife Meyler (sister, deceased)
Siobhan Meyler (sister, deceased)
Brianna Meyler (sister, deceased)
Barry Meyler (uncle)
Caitlin Meyler née Byrne (grandmother, deceased)
Cormac Meyler (grandfather, deceased)

Height: 6’5” (around 196 cm)
Weight: 160 lbs (around 73 kg)
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Lettuce_Queen

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Name: Molly Kemmerer
Nicknames: None to date
Preferred Name: Just Molly
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: German born, American raised
Age: 25
Date of Birth: December 11th, 1917
Place of Birth: Germany, she was too young to remember where exactly, just somewhere north.
Religion: Agnostic
Languages: Fluent German and Fluent English

Bio
: Molly Kemmerer got lucky. When she was about 8 years old, the young girl got sick. It wasn’t a traveling sickness, but it was something that could get her killed. Asthma was dangerous at the time, and with Germany’s crashing economy there was very little they could do for her. Her parents panicked, their only child, sick, and they couldn't help her. They knew some people, people who could get her out of Germany and to a more wealthy part of the family in the states that had been out of contact for a while. They gathered most things of value they had and took the risk, shipping her to America. Being kept in small, damp spaces and put on a crowded ship, Molly still gets shivers whenever she remembers the disgusting conditions her and the rest of the immigrants were put in.

Turning up in America, alone and with a physical disability that wasn’t dying down, she didn’t have an easy time at first. She ended up being unable to find the family she had hoped for. They had, apparently, left the south ages ago. Impossible for a small child to find. She struggled to learn what english she could to find out what to do, and ended up living homeless until eventually she got taken in by a small family. Around the time when she was 11. They gave her proper schooling (for America anyways) and tried to keep her in touch with her history. As she grew, her asthma died down. She still can’t smoke, but other than that she functions without any attacks. After she turned 22, Molly desperately wanted to return to Europe, knowing the wrong the Nazi’s were doing, and fight for the freedom of her own, and all countries under Hitlers tyranny.

Personality: Blunt - a smartmouth - stubborn - Protective of friends/family - down to earth - charismatic

Likes: Coffee, sweet tea, cooking, the arts, genuinely enjoys smuggling

Dislikes: Small spaces, any sort of water fare, the smell of smoke

Fears: Getting sick again, her American family dying

Family:
German~
Father - Klaus Kemmerer
Mother - Lizzy Kemmerer

American ~
Father - Jack Dawson
Mother - Carrie Dawson
Elder sister - Courtney Smith (married)
Older brother - Alexander Dawson

Height: 5’10” (FT)
Weight: 150lbs

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Name: Noah Churchill
Nicknames: N/A
Preferred Name: Noah
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Scottish
Age: 27
Date of Birth: january 7th, 1915
Place of Birth: Glasgow, Scotland

Bio:

Noah Churchill, born in Scotland to an catholic family, never liked Britain. From Noah’s point of view he had no reason to fight and die for the british crown, after all, what had britain ever done to help him? Because of that he never enlisted, he deemed that defending a country that hated him was not worth it.

He stayed in his city and began working at the best paying factory, which so happened to mafucature sten guns for the army. He might have been an peaceful man, but he naturally learned how the gun was made, step by step, through first-hand experience and by looking at the other people in the factory work; then he, who was naturally curious, began to ask around and connect the dots to understan how and why the gun worked.

Guns became not only his job but his hobby too.

Once he felt like he understood enough he decided to try and make a gun himself. Every day he took an hour off his free time to work in his own gun made from scratch. It took him months to make an relatively safe and useful gun, which he hid under his bed.

He did not think he would ever need to use that gun, at least until he found out the nazis had taken the battle to brittain. Every day he heard about the nazis getting closer to victory, and every day he felt conflicted about what to do. He knew the nazis could be worse than the british, but it was not until what was later known as the “operation six” to happen that he saw the real cruelty of the nazis.

As the innocent pleaded for their lives it hit him, his failure to defend his people. In his eyes, his childish rivalry with the british had caused people better, more deserving to live, than him to die.

In the next days, fueled by guilt, Noah considered suicide, but when he reached for his gun to put end to his life he realized that he could do something more productive than dying, he could use what he learned to help people capable of facing the nazi occupiers. Because of the he searched and joined the crown.

Personality:
- curious
- hard headed
- ashamed for not fighting the nazis sooner

Likes:
- guns
- scotland
- physical labor
- playing football
- puzzles
Dislikes:
- the british
- tea
- hard liquor (but will not admit it)
Fears:
- spiders)
- the woods

Family:
- Theo Churchill (Father)
- Ellie Bowie (mother)

Height: 180cm
Weight: 70kg
Appearance:
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Name: Toussaint IV Vassell
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Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Afro-Caribbean
Age: 23
Date of Birth: April 5, 1919
Place of Birth: Kingston, Jamaica

Political Alignment: N/A

Religion: Protestant

Languages: English

Bio: Toussaint grew up in Kingston, Jamaica; the fourth of his name and legacy, he’d always known he’d be a military man, just like his father and grandfather before him. Unlike his forefathers, Toussaint wasn’t of the mind to join the army and slave away in the trenches; nay, he was drawn to the sea. He spent his youth fishing by the Kingston harbor, occasionally snagging the day’s supper while he beheld the steel behemoths that docked therein. There sparked a love and awe of all things naval.

It was a costly endeavor, but once Toussaint was of age, he moved to London to enroll in naval school.

It was 1938 and rising global tension stirred the royal navy to action and in short order news of the newly commissioned ships abounded. Toussaint had kept a close ear on things; soon to graduate, he’d been fantasizing about a maiden voyage on a vessel as majestic as the Mighty Hood, or perhaps one of those fancy new aircraft carriers. But amidst all the rumors one stood out, a match made in heaven, almost too perfect to be true. It was to be one of two Fiji-Class Cruisers, HMS Jamaica. Toussaint knew he had to be on that ship. Whispers of its motto ignited patriotic verve: Non sibi sed patriae; not for oneself, but for one’s country. Nothing else could be so fitting, so perfect, so destined... but then the war broke out.

There was no question of what Toussaint would do, the blood of patriots flowed through his veins, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the speed and aggression showed by the Reich. Hardly a year into the war and London had fallen. Toussaint had fled to Northern Ireland, using his naval skills to assist the smuggling of men and goods between Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

It was during this time that he encountered the Crown. There was no question of what he would do: Non sibi sed patriae, God Save the King.



The Vassell’s were a Jamaica-based, military family for as far back as they could trace. Admittedly, it wasn’t far, but any member could regal, with pride and respect, their storied heritage, of the path their forebearers forged.

Life was hard; especially in the far reaches of the empire where, at the turn of the 1840s, newly emancipated slaves—like Toussaint the first—had to grapple for every odd job just to eke out a living. It wasn’t much, but it was well and honest work, and over time, it filled his pockets. A half-decade came and went, and Toussaint settled into life at the heart of the isle, Kingston. He thought to buck down, put down some payment towards a home and perhaps see the beginnings of a family.

However, as man proposes, God disposes. In the summer of 1843, a great blaze consumed the capital. Just like that, Toussaints small earnings had vanished in a puff of smoke and ash. It was a devastating setback for a man who already had so little, but what else was he to do but throw himself back into the grind?

If there was any fortune to be seen that year, it was in the explosion of jobs; there was a city to be rebuilt, and men needed to rebuild it. Seizing opportunity by its tail, Toussaint rose anew, as well off as he could reasonably be. This time, after nearly a decade, Toussaint once more planted roots. It was difficult to support a family on his salary, and even more so when disease struck in 1851. They held out for two years, and though his family has been spared the reaper’s grasp, their savings had dwindled to a pittance. Life was hard and yet harder was still to come.

With his means exhausted and opportunity fleeting, Toussaint did what little he could, when his country called for men—he answered. He enlisted in the West India Regiment of Queen Victoria’s army and soon found himself embroiled in the Crimean War. Only the grace of The Almighty saved him from the more terrible fates of his brothers in arms, but despite the danger, the military provided something Toussaint desperately needed, stability. When he had needed it most, the army had provided and for that, he re-enlisted. Soon after Family-Name welcomed a new son into the world and dubbed him Toussaint II.

Thus began a family tradition, one of naming and of military service. As members of the West India Regiment, Toussaint II & Toussaint III would go on to take part in the Empire’s wars, most notably in Africa during the Anglo-Ashanti Wars the Great War.

It was soon after the Great War, during the summer of 1919, that Toussaint IV was born.


Personality: Hot-Headed – Proud – Hardy – Competitive – Dedicated
Likes: Fishing/Sailing – Snow – Warships – History – Cats
Dislikes: Hospitals – Sweets – Arrogant People
Fears: Heights – Failing to live up to the legacy of his ancestors
Family:
Toussaint III Vassell (Father)
Miriam Vassell (Mother)
Evelyn Vassell (Younger sister)

Height: 180cm
Weight: 76 kg
Appearance:

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