When I first read the subject, I was thinking to myself: Hell, a lot of people would want to join it, roles should be going away easily. Also, because the first post was written in a very entertaining way.
I haven’t found the time to read over the whole story you worked out so far, and certainly I’d have to read myself into it. Yet, I read over the summary, and some of the character profiles.
My character is a rough idea; I can't put him to any faction you had build out there yet, so I'll just throw him to you as an idea.Character Name
: Roland DesmontKnown Aliases
: “Roland Stark”; “The German”; Roland himself likes to sign documents with “Roland Deschaines”, a small silly joke which entertains him wildly.Nationality
34Measurements and build:
5’10, slim, fit. His chest shows a big scar close to the heart from surgery. Close to it, Roland has a tattoo close to it, a Rose growing out of a grave; a small gravestone says “Kundus”.
Blue-greyish.Distinctive features/identifying characteristics:
Quotes movies - especially Western movies - a lot. While thinking or focusing, he tends to whistle. Wears glasses in public situations or in disguise despite of very sharp eyes. Draws faster than any other mercenary, though his shooting lacks a lot of precision.
Weapons preferences: Despises machine rifles. Usually seen with a Magnum revolver, if possible. Otherwise, he wears a modified Glock 36, caliber .45.Background:
Born child of a German engineer and a French actress, Roland grew up in a household which was determined by an everlasting struggle between his parents. While the father educates him in physics, biology and chemistry, his mother tends to teach him a love for art, the theatre and, eventually, movies. As the parents divorce when Roland is eight years old, the development gets worse; every parent wants to draw the boy into his or her world, instead of letting him develop an own personality with his own likes.
While his mother still works on stage, it is mostly the father who takes care of the boy. His father develops tanks for the NATO, and - as the boy gathers - works on very secret vehicles. In 1987, the father however is killed by an East-German agent in his house; plans and documents are stolen from the house as well.
The boy watches his father being killed; it is not known officially how he could rescue himself, as the killing took place in the families house at night. Roland refused to talk about it to the police, which eventually considered him to have had a psychic blackout and wasn’t able to recall anything.
Living with his mother in France from then on, he is mostly left on his own. Struggling with the French language (after not having had much contact to his mother before), his grades in school go down fast. Eventually, his mother sends him off to an “Internat”, a german school institute in which the children will also live throughout the year while attending the school.
When the German Wall falls down in 1989, he’s 14 years old. The boy runs from the Internat in order to search the man who killed his father in Eastern Germany or, if necessary, Eastern Europe. The police catches him after 3 months at the train Station “Berliner Zoo”; they consider him to be, as many teens who had run away and live there, drug-addicted and selling himself off. They oversee that the boy is mentally stable, and far from showing any signs of drugs or sexual abuse.
At this age, Roland understands he has to play along for a while before making his own way. He finishes school with brillant grades. He surprises friends and loved ones as he doesn’t follow the academical life, but instead joins the army right after leaving school. He’s got no love for the reunited Germany; yet, he knews he has no other way to gather information on the killing of his father.
From 1994-1999, he’s member of the “Eingriffstruppe KSK”, a highly trained special unit of the German army, and, honestly, the only german special unit able to compete with other international units. Though his shooting lacks precision and he’s wildly considered an outsider in the troop for his wide cultural interests, his ability to quickly understand and solve difficult situations are most welcomed. Also, he tends to constantly read, and his knowledge about other people cultures and way of thinking is most welcome. The troop calls him “Goethe”, after the well-known german poet, a sign or respect but also a sign of considering him a strange person at the same time.
In 1999, Roland leaves the KSK to work for the BND, the Bundesnachrichtendienst. While he fulfills his mission, he still seeks to find information on the killer of his father. During this time, he travels all over the world. Though he has affairs every now and there, his main focus is on finding out about his father, and, furthermore, the plans that had been stolen from the man. In 2008, he’s send to Afghanistan, where he meets a local woman called Alisha. He falls for her, yet at the end of 2009 he’s send on a mission in the Kundus mountains. His objective is to find out about a certain transport, of which the authorities believe to held weapons for the Taliban.
Roland however gets fooled by Alisha, who is a double-agent for the Taliban. Deeply in love with her, he oversees or misinterprets information given to him by her. She makes him believe that the transport indeed holds many - and dangerous - weapons.
On his proposal, the transport is attacked – any many civilians killed, for it was a transport bringing food and water to mountain regions.
Roland is broken: His love had been used against him, and his mind doesn’t seem to be brighter than his heart.
The Taliban had hoped for most European armies to retreat from such an incident, which unfortunately doesn’t happen.
After finding out, Roland tracks down Alisha and kills her by putting a bullet to her head, while she shoots him in the chest. He welcomes death, but is, unfortunately from his point of view, rescued, leaving a big scar over his chest to make him never forget his failure.
He’s thrown out of the BND, and now, in 2010, Roland is a broken man: He haven’t found out about his father, the only life he had known had been taken from him, and the only woman he had ever loved had betrayed him. The only thing that stops him from putting a bullet to his head is...well, what? He can’t say, and he’s looking for a reason every morning. He has retreated to Berlin, living in a community of self-declared authors, and spending most of his time by drinking alcohol and wondering about a wasted life. Current status:
Unemployed, hopeless, and putting a gun to his head in front of the mirror every morning.