Post by Wolfgang on Jul 8, 2011 7:25:46 GMT -5
full name | Wolfgang Dedrich Khoeler
nicknames & titles | The German
time period | 16th Century
age | 45
sexuality | Pansexual
alliance | Assassin
occupation | Assassin
family information |
- Mother - Amelia Khoeler
- Father - Fredrick Khoeler; Deceased
residence |
Wolfgang was born in Berlin, Germany and still tends to call the mother country his home. His current permanent residence is with his aging mother Amelia, but is usually out of the country on Assassin duties. His current physical residence is wherever he chooses to stay on Italian soil.
physical description |
Wolfgang is found wearing Germanic Assassin Garb. He stands at medium height, around 5'10", and weighs approximately 170 pounds. His skin is fair and his eyes are dark brown, as well as his hair, which crowns his face with sideburns and a widow's peak. His hair spikes backwards and runs down to the nape of his neck, where it's cleanly cut to keep from getting long. His left eye is covered by an eyepatch, donned ever since he lost his eye during combat in Austria. He's fairly toned and muscular, but not overly so, and his missing the ring finger on his left hand.
He wears dark leather boots around his feet, belted and ending up in a downward fold just underneath his knees. His legs are covered by dark brown velvet-donned leather, over which are shielded by armor plating around his thighs. His waist is covered also by protective plating, and over that is a deep mauve belt with a silver insignia of the Assassins at the middle. His torso dons a protective breastplate over a brown vest, which rests over a white shirt with wide, baggy sleeves. About his shoulders are protective spauldrons, and around his neck, tied into his deep gray assassin coat is a black wolf fur collar, dissipating as it travels up the hems of the beak-hooked hood. On his forearms are secured bracers, the bracer on his left hand holding his hidden blade. Around his waist is fastened a leather belt, holding his sheathed sword and packs full of throwing knives. Next to his sword is a sheathed long dagger. And finally, over his hands are brown, fingerless leather gloves.
personality |
Wolfgang is a quiet individual. He's serious and focused almost to a fault. Even when relaxed and taking it easy, Wolfgang prefers calm, quiet serenity to the chaos of a party. While on the job, Wolfgang is quick, efficient and precise. He makes sure not to waste any ammo or energy when taking a life, and puts on a cold exterior when performing the act.
On a social level, Wolfgang isn't an active participant. He prefers to drink alone rather than with a group, and is generally silent until spoken to, and even then he is a man of few words. When there are words to share, Wolfgang offers only the most important of his input. Casual conversation is usually only carried on between Wolfgang and one other person. Anymore than two people and Wolfgang is usually sitting quietly and listening to the other two converse.
likes |
- Beer
- Sparring with fledgling and par level fellow assassins
- Teaching young assassins the way of the brotherhood
- French cuisine
- Peaceful horseback rides
dislikes |
- Templars
- Having his father's failures placed upon his shoulders
- The act of killing
- Champagne
misc |
Nein.
history |
Wolfgang Dedrich Khoeler was born in Berlin, into the Assassin order by way of both his father and mother, Fredrick and Amelia Khoeler. As a child, Wolfgang had little time to be what he was, and was confined mostly to a strict training and teaching regimen that was to prepare him for what his father described as 'the turmoil that is to come'. Wolfgang's father was an assassin that was slowly descending into illness. With the Teutonic Knights holding control over Prussian territory, he was assigned to fight back against his native kin, successfully crushing the Teutonic Order, once lead by Meister Sibrand, with the uniting forces of Poland and Lithuania at Grunwald.
Wolfgang's father was also responsible for the revolt against the elector Fredrick II Irontooth, but failed in his assassination attempt and barely escaped with his life. The resulting failure cost the citizenry political and economic freedoms, and Fredrick his credibility as an assassin. However, political turmoil in Germany quickly settled as Berlin as a city was relieved of its Hanseatic status and became a free state, also joining the Reichstag with the rest of the country.
In his growing years, Wolfgang was sent to Austria, the southern neighbor to Germany facing turmoil and harassment from the forces of Hungary. Older assassins had already worked with the Austrian forces to try and push back the Hungarian threat. Things took a turn for the worse when Vienna, the capital of Austria, was taken over by Hungarian ruler Matthias Corvinus. It was a massive defeat for the Austrian forces and the assassins. Around 7 years after Vienna was captured, Wolfgang, 20 years old at the time, ventured to the south, joining his assassin brethren and working to take out as many political figures as he could for the next 8 years. During combat at 25 years old, Wolfgang was struck in the face by the dagger of a Hungarian opponent and lost his eye. Once he was finally able to reach him at the end of the century, Wolfgang assassinated Matthias Corvinus, returning Vienna to Austrian power. Wolfgang was 28.
The assassination of Matthias Corvinus was a victory for both the Austrians and Wolfgang, the successful run proving him to be worthy of the assassin ranks. Being a man of tradition after having the order so heavily drilled into him as a child, Wolfgang chose to sever his ring finger for the Hidden blade.
It wasn't long after his coronation that Wolfgang was off to France. News of the Baron de Valois' ventures on Italian soil spread throughout the Order and Wolfgang took it upon himself to cause the homeland of France as much grief as he could. While Wolfgang was in France, he was sent notice that his father had died of internal illness. Not having a true emotional connection with his father, Wolfgang merely sent him off a farewell as if from one cold soldier to another, and sent his mother his sincerest regards, who remained in Germany and kept an eye over the political status, raising a blade should the state of affairs begin to heave.
In Italy, the Roman Empire established a League that fought against Charles VIII, who lead troops into Italy to take the Kingdom of Naples, as urged by the Duke of Milan, Ludovico Sforza. Charles the VIII stormed Naples with a man count of 25,000. He expelled Alfonso II from the throne of Naples and took the Kingdom for himself.
However, because of Charles' swift and brutal advance, the rulers of Italy--along with the Duke of Milan--became fearful of the French. They formed a League to fight against them. The League confronted the French at Fornovo, defeating Charles in 1495 and pushing him back to France, where Wolfgang lay in waiting.
Throughout the span of three or so years, Wolfgang took out underlings that supported King Charles VIII until he was finally able to get close enough to take him out. Charles was in the middle of planning a new expedition to Naples when Wolfgang came across his opportunity to strike. Wolfgang assassinated Charles VIII after a tennis match, having halted due to an accident that involved Charles hitting his head.
After his victory in France, Wolfgang returned home to Germany. With news of political unrest in the Vatican travelling northward, Wolfgang caught wind of the ventures of one Master Assassin, Ezio Auditore da Firenze. With Germany resting comfortably for now, Wolfgang bid his aging mother farewell and set off south for Italy, in hopes of offering his services to the Master of the Order.
roleplay sample |
Wolfgang held his gaze out over the plains of Tuscany. The moon shown in the night sky, bigger and brighter than the sun and speckled heavily with deep maria, holding a guiding light over the Italian soil for the assassin. He sat upon the sturdy back of his pitch-black stallion, which had his head down near the ground and grazing idly on the smooth grass. His stare was starting to grow blank, his breathing slow and steady.
The Italian landscape was something that Wolfgang could allow himself to admire. It was different from the rough German soil he grew up on. It was calmer somewhat, despite all the Templar activity that had been taking place throughout the last thirty years or so. It all came down to the man that was able to take out an entire Templar line one man at a time. Regaining his focus, Wolfgang set his sights on Venezia, one of the most notable places where the Grand Master was likely to be found. He could always tip the courtesans or thieves for information if he so needed.
With a light nudge of his boots against the sides of his horse, Wolfgang readied the beast for the run ahead. Raising his head, the stallion snorted before trotting off, starting at an easy speed before charging in a full gallop on the road to Venezia.
