Post by Aya on Nov 30, 2009 18:25:55 GMT -5
I <3 Hetalia~
Name: Ludwig Schwarz*
Country of Origin: Germany
Age: 27
Affiliation: Law Enforcement
Expertise: Plain clothes detective.
Personality:
Pessimistic, Ludwig is inclined to believe the worst of people. This usually does him well, as people tend to think the worst of him. He can be angered very easily, though if you have angered him you might as well kill yourself then and there. He tends to want to take control of a situation if other people aren't doing things properly. He is very much a neat freak, and needs to keep things in order for his own personal sanity.
Ludwig is a very analytical person, who reads into every action and idea. He considers a situation through logic, facts, and numbers, and has no time for superstition, rumor, or lies. He is very organised, and always does things to the best of his ability. Because he very rarely lets people in, he cares deeply about those who have gained his love and respect, even when they vex him. If he has orders, he does them. End of sentence. He does not, and will not, question his superiors, and considered this to be professional conduct.
Appearance: He has short-to-medium length white-blonde hair, perpetually slicked back to his head with brylcream. His eyes are ice blue, and his skin is pale, though still somewhat ruddy despite his complete lack of sun. His face is square. He towers above most people in terms of height, and has a very muscular build that he always keeps in good shape.
He dresses simply and unextravagantly, and feels better in a uniform than in any sort of street clothes. He is almost always seen wearing a pressed white dress shirt, and a navy blue three-piece suit with perfectly shined black dress shoes. When outside, he usually wears a long black trenchcoat and fedora.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
He is very efficient and leaves no stone unturned. He will consider every angle of a situation. He is also a very hard worker, even when doing things that have been thrust upon him. If you gain his respect, he will do anything within his power to help.
Weaknesses:
Ludwig cannot read people emotionally, and has trouble emphasizing with people. Emotions just confuse him. He is easily frustrated and can't understand it when people fail to do as well as he does. Ludwig is not the sort of person who questions the morality of a situation. It's no longer about right and wrong for him. He is also a perfectionist, and can sometimes find himself caught up in the smallest details.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
~Clockmaking
~Dogs
~Sweets
~General exercise
Dislikes:
~Bribery
~Anything "Unprofessional"
~Lateness
~Boredom
Quirks:
His eyebrows furrow when he is thinking, and he often rearranges things in front of him when listening to others speak. A vein pops in his forehead when he is angry, and (much to his shame) he blushes easily when flustered or embarrassed.
Phobias:
He is afraid of failure, of not living up to the standards of his family and his heritage, and of war. Even seeing military uniforms now makes him nervous.
History: Ludwig was born in Berlin, Germany, the eldest of seven brothers and sisters. His family was neither poor nor rich, simply middle class. His father was a haberdasher, his mother an ordinary housewife. They lived through an ordinary existence in Berlin until Ludwig was ten, and his grandfather passed away, leaving a small fortune for his mother and father. Seeking a chance to start over, (and perhaps increase the fortunes of his grandfather) they left Germany for America.
His family moved to Chicago, where Ludwig saw first hand the effects of gangs and mafias, and the sheer power they could wield over a terrified city. His brother Hans, who was only a year younger than Ludwig himself, found himself caught up in the violence and was killed the month before Ludwig's eighteenth birthday. Unable to cope with the loss of his closest family member, Ludwig quickly became a naturalized citizen, then enlisted in the army, just a few months before war broke out.
Ludwig served eight years in the army, and the time only served to bring the horrors of the world into even clearer focus. He lost entire companies in the time it took to draw a breath, watched in muted silence as whole villages, women and children among them, were burned to the ground, and stood helpless as men were driven mad from shell shock and blinded by mustard gas. Simply put, he saw too much, and shut down entirely because of it. He was, however, a perfect soldier (at least on the outside), and could have risen high in the army ranks had he remained.
He left the army when he was twenty-six, returning to Chicago only to bury his parents when they died shortly after, and then left once more to join the police force in a new city. In less than three years, he rose from the academy, to uniformed, to plain clothes detective, as perfectly efficient at the job as he has been at everything else in life.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Click. Click. Click. The soft, barely-there sound of his shoes as he walked up the staircase, gun slipped under his trenchcoat sleeve just in case. His steps were quick and careful, and followed by his partner. They approached the third floor tenement, and Ludwig went over the briefing once more in his head.
Decent neighborhood, not the sort of place that usually has any trouble. Neighbors tried to get in, but the door is blocked. Complaint stems from a...smell. Ludwig pressed his body into the door, gauging the amount of force needed to get in. He steadied himself and, putting all the weight into his side, slammed into the door, once, twice, three times, the briefest of smiles flickering on his face when it (and whatever had been blocking it) collapsed. Keeping his finger on the trigger of his gun, he stepped over the wreckage, about to call out when something struck him.
There was nothing to describe the scent of rotting corpses, it was simply beyond comprehension. The smell. Mien Gott, he hadn't smelled that since...
He was no longer in the room. Somewhere, in the muffled background of his mind, he could hear the sound of his partner vomiting and gasping for air at the sight before them. But Ludwig was not there. He was back in the war, storming through the nearest village, holding back the tears as the cries of German children, dying or starving or what, rung in his ears, pleading for mercy in their- his native tongue. The glassy eyes of old men, young mothers, and the infirm stared back at him, death revealing all to them. He could not bear to look.
It was the smell that had dragged him back to those dark corners, but it was the smell that brought him back as well. With one shaking, paper-white hand, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and passed it to his partner.
"Clean yourself," he said simply, and turned back to the matter of the bodies.
*= OOC: Since Ludwig has no canon last name, and I figured it might be useful, I gave him one. Hope that's alright.
Name: Ludwig Schwarz*
Country of Origin: Germany
Age: 27
Affiliation: Law Enforcement
Expertise: Plain clothes detective.
Personality:
Pessimistic, Ludwig is inclined to believe the worst of people. This usually does him well, as people tend to think the worst of him. He can be angered very easily, though if you have angered him you might as well kill yourself then and there. He tends to want to take control of a situation if other people aren't doing things properly. He is very much a neat freak, and needs to keep things in order for his own personal sanity.
Ludwig is a very analytical person, who reads into every action and idea. He considers a situation through logic, facts, and numbers, and has no time for superstition, rumor, or lies. He is very organised, and always does things to the best of his ability. Because he very rarely lets people in, he cares deeply about those who have gained his love and respect, even when they vex him. If he has orders, he does them. End of sentence. He does not, and will not, question his superiors, and considered this to be professional conduct.
Appearance: He has short-to-medium length white-blonde hair, perpetually slicked back to his head with brylcream. His eyes are ice blue, and his skin is pale, though still somewhat ruddy despite his complete lack of sun. His face is square. He towers above most people in terms of height, and has a very muscular build that he always keeps in good shape.
He dresses simply and unextravagantly, and feels better in a uniform than in any sort of street clothes. He is almost always seen wearing a pressed white dress shirt, and a navy blue three-piece suit with perfectly shined black dress shoes. When outside, he usually wears a long black trenchcoat and fedora.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
He is very efficient and leaves no stone unturned. He will consider every angle of a situation. He is also a very hard worker, even when doing things that have been thrust upon him. If you gain his respect, he will do anything within his power to help.
Weaknesses:
Ludwig cannot read people emotionally, and has trouble emphasizing with people. Emotions just confuse him. He is easily frustrated and can't understand it when people fail to do as well as he does. Ludwig is not the sort of person who questions the morality of a situation. It's no longer about right and wrong for him. He is also a perfectionist, and can sometimes find himself caught up in the smallest details.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
~Clockmaking
~Dogs
~Sweets
~General exercise
Dislikes:
~Bribery
~Anything "Unprofessional"
~Lateness
~Boredom
Quirks:
His eyebrows furrow when he is thinking, and he often rearranges things in front of him when listening to others speak. A vein pops in his forehead when he is angry, and (much to his shame) he blushes easily when flustered or embarrassed.
Phobias:
He is afraid of failure, of not living up to the standards of his family and his heritage, and of war. Even seeing military uniforms now makes him nervous.
History: Ludwig was born in Berlin, Germany, the eldest of seven brothers and sisters. His family was neither poor nor rich, simply middle class. His father was a haberdasher, his mother an ordinary housewife. They lived through an ordinary existence in Berlin until Ludwig was ten, and his grandfather passed away, leaving a small fortune for his mother and father. Seeking a chance to start over, (and perhaps increase the fortunes of his grandfather) they left Germany for America.
His family moved to Chicago, where Ludwig saw first hand the effects of gangs and mafias, and the sheer power they could wield over a terrified city. His brother Hans, who was only a year younger than Ludwig himself, found himself caught up in the violence and was killed the month before Ludwig's eighteenth birthday. Unable to cope with the loss of his closest family member, Ludwig quickly became a naturalized citizen, then enlisted in the army, just a few months before war broke out.
Ludwig served eight years in the army, and the time only served to bring the horrors of the world into even clearer focus. He lost entire companies in the time it took to draw a breath, watched in muted silence as whole villages, women and children among them, were burned to the ground, and stood helpless as men were driven mad from shell shock and blinded by mustard gas. Simply put, he saw too much, and shut down entirely because of it. He was, however, a perfect soldier (at least on the outside), and could have risen high in the army ranks had he remained.
He left the army when he was twenty-six, returning to Chicago only to bury his parents when they died shortly after, and then left once more to join the police force in a new city. In less than three years, he rose from the academy, to uniformed, to plain clothes detective, as perfectly efficient at the job as he has been at everything else in life.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Click. Click. Click. The soft, barely-there sound of his shoes as he walked up the staircase, gun slipped under his trenchcoat sleeve just in case. His steps were quick and careful, and followed by his partner. They approached the third floor tenement, and Ludwig went over the briefing once more in his head.
Decent neighborhood, not the sort of place that usually has any trouble. Neighbors tried to get in, but the door is blocked. Complaint stems from a...smell. Ludwig pressed his body into the door, gauging the amount of force needed to get in. He steadied himself and, putting all the weight into his side, slammed into the door, once, twice, three times, the briefest of smiles flickering on his face when it (and whatever had been blocking it) collapsed. Keeping his finger on the trigger of his gun, he stepped over the wreckage, about to call out when something struck him.
There was nothing to describe the scent of rotting corpses, it was simply beyond comprehension. The smell. Mien Gott, he hadn't smelled that since...
He was no longer in the room. Somewhere, in the muffled background of his mind, he could hear the sound of his partner vomiting and gasping for air at the sight before them. But Ludwig was not there. He was back in the war, storming through the nearest village, holding back the tears as the cries of German children, dying or starving or what, rung in his ears, pleading for mercy in their- his native tongue. The glassy eyes of old men, young mothers, and the infirm stared back at him, death revealing all to them. He could not bear to look.
It was the smell that had dragged him back to those dark corners, but it was the smell that brought him back as well. With one shaking, paper-white hand, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and passed it to his partner.
"Clean yourself," he said simply, and turned back to the matter of the bodies.
*= OOC: Since Ludwig has no canon last name, and I figured it might be useful, I gave him one. Hope that's alright.
