Heydrich Šechtl

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Username: icarusxi
Character Name: Heydrich Šechtl
Rank: SS-Scharführer
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: Czech
Character History:

Heydrich Fritz Šechtl was born in Tábor, North Bohemia, on July 8th, 1909 as the second of three children. His father, Ignác Šechtl, had worked in an air plane construction factory in Tábor in 1915, and thus Heydrich was influenced by mechanical engineering from his childhood. He became more of a bookworm than an active boy in his childhood. His interest in mechanics faltered in his teenage years, even though he knew every part of an engine he could never put his knowledge into practice. Heydrich was never the one to get his hands dirty.

His father also being an avid collector of items and trinkets bought a large number of British and other weapons from different countries salvaged in the war. He went into the research of guns and other arms which he eventually went onto to try and design his own prototype of his fantasy gun by the time he was sixteen. Even though he believed in his fantasies everyone knew he was on the edge of cracking into a crazy fool but he never paid attention to his critics. He applied for the Department of Arms in 1930. He was regarded as a mental prodigy in his early twenties. He spent entire days in his room working on experiments. Most of them included poisonous gases and gunpowder and it was not surprising to hear explosions in his quarters in the middle of the night. On the day his father was pronounced dead by a heart attack he packed his bags immediately and left his quarters never to step in their again. He immediately took over his fathers collection and took them in.

He took a train to Germany, in his middle-twenties he already looked like a 40 year old man, with his glasses and his rugged beard. In Germany he went back into his life as a loner, He was fully taken in by German Arms and wanted to help, but this time he was fascinated by Germany itself. Heydrich was officially unemployed and living on his family’ money, his fascination with the matter of war made him illegally purchasing a book for a huge amount of money. 'The Art Of War', Heydrich bought the book from an illegal immigrant from overseas just before the Nazi party came into power.

He was fascinated by Hitler’s speeches; he entered the party almost immediately. When the National Socialists fully took over he was as you can say over inspired and joined the Army. Although he wasn't the most brilliant of fighters he managed survive basic training and became a soldier of the Third Reich. He got his chance to shine when he got stuck in the middle of the jungle with his squad of disgruntled privates. He managed to lead them safely to back to the outpost with a few kills to his name. Although he never was a fan of killing he eventually got used to it. Private got promoted to a Sergeant and Sergeant went onto be a Master Sergeant. His excellent strategies led to a capture of a small town in Poland making him an Officer with an Iron Cross class one. He contributed more and more, he eventually paid the price with a slash on his nose, he recovered with a scar on his nose soon however. Battle strategies were now as easy as pulling the trigger to him, he spent more time thinking of what to do instead of trying to kill someone. He went on to become a highly regarded strategist and because he also has a knowledge of engineering.

Regarding the anti-semitism that the Jewish faced he himself had an hatred for them. Even though his name suggested hints that he was one himself. Because of he had German blood from his mother’s side he was able to go on with his life in Greater Germany. Due to his intellect winning in the discussion rooms he was frowned on by some other Nazi officers who had more on there mind to kill then plan an attack. However the leader of the Schutzstaffel luckily for Heydrich always had an eye for him and admired his skills. In his early thirties he was already a officer in the army. He would work everyday trying to craft a new way to demolish, destabilize and reduce the morale of enemy troops.

Writing Sample:

Sweat fell from his face, down his neck and into his tightly robed uniform. He could barely see what was inside his uniform; it felt as if his body was numb. He checked back to reassure himself that nobody was behind him. He walked through the Polish town, now more of less under German control. Just a few hours ago, he was enjoying the sweet taste of watching a blitzkrieg within the comfort of a fighter plan. Inside he still had the blood and the adrenaline rushing, maybe a bit too fast. The glimpses of bombs dropping and the shouts of men filled his mind. He grinned with satisfaction but quickly hid it as if someone was watching him with a gun loaded. Heydrich could see the surviving local populace glaring at him through the holes on the doors and the tiny little windows. He took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses which he just put on; it was not like he couldn’t see without them it was just that it gave him a better look, more terrifying like a serial killer, which he enjoyed to the fullest.

He stopped at the biggest building in the whole town. It might just have been the only one who was standing still. Two German guards stood chest flattened, chins up with their gun strapped to their arm as if it was a limb. Heydrich looked at the men, without saying anything stepped through the door. He stared inside the hallway; he could see doors on either side. He walked to the first one and glanced inside to see a few German guards’ playing cards. Heydrich paid no attention as he walked past the door to see two officers in an heated debate which he wasn’t the least bit interested in. He was quite surprised the building was a one storey building since the ceiling raised so much there sure was space for another storey higher but then again these people were Jewish, he didn’t expect much from them.

Heydrich heard two shots of gunfire he froze in the middle of the hallway. The guards who were playing cards poked their heads out of the door to face the officer who was staring at the entrance door. The men walked towards the door, but stopped in the middle when Heydrich instructed them to do so. He knew something was going wrong. He walked into the room left asking the men to follow him. He poked his head outside the window in the room, nothing. He extended further grasping the window sill for help. He saw something, he saw three men dressed in rags. He saw that they were clearly Polish. Each had a gun in their hand. He gulped as he saw them, Heydrich came back in eyes big as the moon. He shouted at the men to gather everyone up. There was going to be conflict alright, he reached for his pistol in his belt buckle holding it with two hands he got ready for his men to assemble into the room.

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

Accepted