Schreiber's RP Characters

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[ Iron Cross Breeding Program Character #1]

Name: Vitaliy Ryzkhov
Age: 34 (give or take)
Prominent Nationality: Russian
Height: 5’7’’
Weight: 276 lbs.
Selected Animal: American Staffordshire pit-bull terrier (chosen for strength, endurance, tenacity, loyalty and fearlessness)
Physical Description: Vitaliy may only stand at five-foot-seven, but he still manages to make himself look imposing. He’s well-built – muscular, yet not grotesquely muscular so as to become slow and cumbersome. Yet all of his makeshift weight-lifting and self-training can’t get rid of his pudgy gut, a fact that he’s still not proud of. The rest of his physical appearance more than make up for it – his arms and body are covered in scars, his nose and fingers aren’t completely as straight as they were in the past, his arrogant smirk (or furious grimace, as the case is more likely to be) is missing quite a few teeth, and his dark blue eyes are ringed with dark bruises more often than not. His black hair is untamable, sticking out backwards in front and just plain sticking up in the back-of-the-head cowlick. His dress is casual but fitting for someone who looks like a common street thug – black pants, black shirt (tight-fitting and cut off at the shoulder to showcase his muscles), and heavy black boots.
Personality: Vitaliy’s personality matches his thuggish appearance – gruff, somewhat cut off from the rest of the world, goes from cool arrogance to fits of inhuman rage in the space of a minute. He is temperamental and it’s not often that he gets along with someone. If – on the rare occasion he finds that he likes you – he will play the occasional guard dog role. Of course, he’ll never admit to consciously protecting you… he does have a thug image to keep up, after all.
Brief Background: Born in a small Russian town, Vitaliy started his first fistfight when he was seven years old. He was the victor of the match, and this seemed to give him a self-righteous view of himself and his fighting abilities. This was most likely the reason he joined the war. He was expecting to fight alongside his comrades until the end (or at least until he was shot), and he certainly wasn’t expecting to be captured as a POW and put through the Iron Cross Breeding Program. He could’ve been considered a success if his temperament had evened out by the end of the first six months; because of his volatile temper, he had been labeled a failed experiment and merely left to die a slow death. Maybe it was good that Dolf committed suicide; the Reich soon killed itself afterwards and made his escape easier. Now he’s wandering around Europe and Russia, fighting other people for extra money.

[ HS is BS! Character]

Name: Antietam H. Lane (usually prefers to call himself "Anti"; father named him after the Battle of Antietam - father was a US history major in college - and the H stands for "Heinrich", not something many people know)
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Both (but a slight preference for males)
Age: 16
Favorite Class/Subject: History (especially WWII; he can tell you just about anything you'd ever want to know about WWII and Germany at that time period) and Creative Writing.
Appearance: Compared to some of the guys at the school, Antietam is relatively short, standing at about five-foot-eight give or take half an inch. He is best described as having an ectomorphic body type (long and lean, simply put). He has a distinct style, mixing Emo/Goth/Punk styles to create something that is exclusively Antietam. He isn't past wearing an occasional band t-shirt (Rammstein and Tool are favorites of his) and even the occasional choker/collar. His lower lip is pierced with one lip ring on the left side of his lip and his right eyebrow is pierced with a barbell piece. He grows out his blonde hair unusually long for a guy (past his shoulders) and usually has it tied up. Antietam is supposed to be wearing glasses for his nearsightedness, yet he rarely does so. His eyes are a bright piercing blue color.
Personality: Mostly keeps to himself, Anti can be considered a loner. He always carries around a notebook and is usually seen writing in it, so many people can gather that he is a creative soul. He's got a sarcastic and very caustic personality to him, which can be a little off-putting to someone who is unused to his kind of attitude. His usual response to someone approaching him is to glare up at them through his eyebrows, unblinking in an attempt to intimidate them. When people really get to know him, he proves to be quite intelligent and very witty and clever with his words. He doesn't smile often in school.
Drugs/Alcohol: In Anti's words: "A little vodka and cigarettes never hurt anyone. Not immediately, of course."