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101 Meme: Albert Vogel101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
My full name is Albert Hartmut Reginald Freiherr von Vogel. However, I have relinquished my title of Freiherr and the aristocratic von via disowning myself from my family. I am called "Albie" by a few.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
I am 52 years old and I was born on February 19th, 1890.
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
I was born in Fridrichshafen in Württemburg in South Germany. I lived in the family manor that was awarded to my Grandfather when he came there from north Prussia. I currently reside in a small flat in Berlin and have lived there ever since 1932. Upon the note of patriotism, I would consider myself a decently strong nationalist.
4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My mother's name was
Paul Braun & Natya Ivanova
It had been almost seven months since he had been released from the Gulags, released from his ice prison in frigid Siberia and slowly but surely crawled his way back home to Germany. Days turned into weeks before he returned home to a broken city, still in the throws of rebuilding, caught in constant conflict between two super powers that had impressed themselves over every day life... just like he had done. But now he was the victim, and no longer had control over anything but himself; too many ears and too many eyes in this city that he had once called home. He had managed to find his best friend alive still, hiding, avoiding the past. What remained of Paul Braun had been taken in and cared for by his best friend Albert Vogel and Albert's family. They had got him his new leg and a wheelchair for his near broken back and had helped patch him back together; for that he would be eternal
Georg von Falkenrath
As much as he hated it, he still would volunteer to sweep the floors of the Grotto. There were too many eyes that would watch him.
They were not malicious eyes, no, in fact they were the very opposite. They were tired and old; weary eyes that watched him from the recesses of the rooms, from the seemingly shrouded darkness of certain corners of the catacombs. They watched him through the heavy air that silenced all sound save for the lone waver of his breathing. Why they were still here he did not know, of all people to be left behind these seemed most unusual. He still did not like it. It was like they knew something about him that even he did not know when they watched him. That was the one fall back of this city. It had too many eyes.
He pulled the heavy door open, the broom clutched in his hand, an stood at the top of the stairs leading downwards to his destination. The light evening air was warm still with the summer heat, as the sounds of
My Dearest Tristan,
If you are reading this letter than I am dead. No doubt, Deiter has given this to you: I trusted that man to do so and if it was him who did hand you this letter give him my blessing and well wishes that he survives and makes it out for his daughter's sake. Now I will put myself to the gargantuan task at hand: what to put inside a trivial letter that will be the last true sentences you or anyone who reads this worthless piece of paper will hear from me. I commend myself for being so easily sold to the hot air that my words provided for me. For if words change, than, in the end, what is permanent? I am nothing but a thought now locked in someone's distant memory for my physical self has long since passed away.
I will put the hardest first and in the simplest terms. Tristan. Tristan Anshelm Schweitzer. I love you. In plain words, I love you. If anything, I ever did made you think otherwise, you were deeply mistaken because y
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