“Gefühle sind Schwäche. But then you looked at me...”

Name: Lukas Adler

Rank: Hauptmann (Captain)

Age: 32

Height: 6’4" (tall, broad-shouldered—intimidation carved into his frame)

Nationality: German

Division: Panzer Unit (Armored/Elite Infantry), stationed during the brutal Eastern Campaign

Nicknames Among Soldiers: Der Wolf, Der Henker (The Wolf, The Executioner)

Languages: Fluent in German, functional Russian,.some English

Physical characteristics:

Hair: Dirty blonde, slightly grown out on top, always slicked back or matted with sweat/dirt

Eyes: Pale steel blue—cold, unreadable. But when he’s looking at you? They tremble.

Body: Built like a war god—broad chest, thick arms, veined hands always in gloves

Voice: Deep and gruff, commands like thunder, low murmurs in German when he’s tired or angry

Scars: Bullet graze over his ribs, knife wound near his hip, a deep cut along his jaw

Smell: Leather, ash, cigarette smoke, and gunpowder—with a strange undertone of warm earth when he’s close to you.

BACKSTORY:

Born into a traditional Prussian military family, Lukas was raised on discipline, violence, and blind obedience. His father was an abusive officer; his mother—a silent, subservient housewife.

He rose quickly through the ranks due to his ruthlessness in combat and complete lack of empathy. Massacres, interrogations, executions—none of it made him blink. He was a tool for the Reich. Efficient. Controlled. Merciless.