The year 1932 had seen Hitler's meteoric rise to prominence in Germany, spurred largely by the German people's frustration with dismal economic conditions and the still-festering wounds inflicted by defeat in the Great War and the harsh peace terms of the Versailles treaty. A charismatic speaker, Hitler channeled popular discontent with the post-war Weimar government into support for his fledgling Nazi party. In an election held in July 1932, the Nazis won 230 governmental seats; together with the Communists, the next largest party, they made up over half of the Reichstag. Hindenburg, intimidated by Hitler's growing popularity and the thuggish nature of his cadre of supporters, the SA (or Brownshirts), initially refused to make him chancellor. Instead, he appointed General Kurt von Schleicher, who attempted to steal Hitler's thunder by negotiating with a dissident Nazi faction led by Gregor Strasser. At the next round of elections in November, the Nazis lost ground—but the Communists gained it, a paradoxical effect of Schleicher's efforts that made right-wing forces in Germany even more determined to get Hitler into power. In a series of complicated negotiations, ex-Chancellor Franz von Papen, backed by prominent German businessmen and the conservative German National People's Party (DNVP), convinced Hindenburg to appoint Hitler as chancellor, with the understanding that von Papen as vice-chancellor and other non-Nazis in key government positions would contain and temper Hitler's more brutal tendencies.Hitler's emergence as chancellor on January 30, 1933, marked a crucial turning point for Germany and, ultimately, for the world. His plan, embraced by much of the German population, was to do away with politics and make Germany a powerful, unified one-party state. He began immediately, ordering a rapid expansion of the state police, the Gestapo, and putting Hermann Goering in charge of a new security force, composed entirely of Nazis and dedicated to stamping out whatever opposition to his party might arise. From that moment on, Nazi Germany was off and running, and there was little Hindenburg or von Papen—or anyone—could do to stop it. The year is now 1938. Hitler has called Austrian Chancellor Kurt von Schuschnigg to Berchtesgaden, Germany, preparing for a meeting for the annexing of Austria to Germany. Heinrich Himmler has enlisted a group of SS officers native to the small area or the surrounding environment. Among them a fearsome giant with a hellish reputation for his abilities to completely outmatch his enemies; Adrian Vogelscheuche... A rumbling noise ran through the desolated dirt rod climbing up the steep mountain, rain water being kicked up as a massive motorcycle with a behemoth of a driver sped towards the Eagle's Nest. The Giant of Berchtesgaden peered out of the lenses of his gas-mask, a tool that inspired and instilled fear upon those under him and against him. Rain splattered against him, making dark spots in his already polished, black leather uniform. The darkened fog masked the motorcycle, since the two were of quite similar colors, causing the massive man to appear to be like a phantom gliding through the air...
Rene Bastian Schneider, an handsome man of about 33 years old with the stunning appearance of a movie star. Having undertaken the original beer hall putsch at the ripe young age of 18, he quickly fled the scene from the government after the arrest of the NSDAP's leadership. His parents were very early members of the party and would take the younger Rene to see the Fuhrer speak whenever possible to the crowd. Since then, he has entirely devoted his entire life to the Party and to the Reich. Rene himself was an Aryan with shoulder length blond hair and milky blue eyes. He stood at six foot tall and weighed at 165 pounds, but something seemed off about the younger man. Since Rene joined the party, he skyrocketed through the ranks due to his plethora of sheer talents. By early 1935, he held the rank Standartenführer after originally joining the SS eight months prior, which quickly caught the attention of the serious leaders of the party. Rene was already known for having great skill in combat. But what made him well-known was his unbelievable intellect. Rene had an IQ of just under 200, and could speak ten fluent languages. But the one quality that made him who he was was his sheer charisma. Rene was a master orator and was as good, if not better, than the Fuhrer himself. Combined with his Aryan heritage and handsome appearance, he was a force to be reckoned with. Rene was being escorted to the the Eagle's Nest in his own black Mercedes-Benz W31. He was invited for many reasons, but the Fuhrer wanted to enjoy him as company. Whatever the reason, he felt proud that he was serving the Reich and the Fuhrer to the best of his ability
As the huge motorcycle pulled into the large, circular driveway that lay before the large, mansion-like building, which he noted appeared to be under the eerie watch of his own small castle, which he often hosted large parties in, especially after the renovation as to turning the southern wing, which faced towards the Eagle's nest and provided a very beautiful view of Berchtesgaden from a very high altitude. However, today was a day to spend involving in the economics of the Nazi party and the future of the Reich. Adrian decided that soon, very soon, he would cause an event to happen, and from that single event would cause one of the largest massacres in history. The giant watched as his good friend pulled in, seated in the Mercedes. He enjoyed his friend's company, being that the two were of the same psychological calibur. The giant stood in silence, waiting for Rene to join him...
Rene's car pulled up at the Eagles Nest, where his driver and college Herman exited the car and opened the door for him, to reveal the high-ranking SS officer taking a step from the car and standing upwards, giving Adrian a warm smile before looking at Herman. "Danke herman, ich werde Sie nach belohnen." (Thank you herman, i'll reward you after") Rene spoke. The SS officer's driver instantly saluted at the blonde haired aryan man before getting back into the Mercedes and driving off. Once he left the driveway, he walked over to Adrian. "Nice to see you again, Adrian. I hope that time has been treating you well?"
The man merely nodded, being as silent as ever. He opened the door to the large building, and entered with his friend, the two passing along a few long corridors until the two came to a large wooden door. Inside were only a few other officers.The room was dark, large, and circular, with a large round table placed at the center. A man came over two the two; Heinrich Himmler. "Ah, Rene, Adrian. My top two. So glad you could make it. The meeting shall begin in half an hour. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
Rene saluted at Himmler before wandering across the table to find his seat, located near the head of the table before sitting next to another SS officer. Once he sat down, he made sure he got himself relaxed until the meeting started.
Adrian walked over to Rene, his huge feet striding across the room, accompanied by barely audible, soft thumps. He felt more comfortable by someone he was familiar with than sitting by people he barely knew. It was not too long before a little man with thin, grey hair had arrived. He wore a beige and brown suit and trousers, as well as a white shirt and a brown tie. Then, suddenly, a small group of SS guards had entered, the giant glancing with glee at the other Standartenfuhrer... and in came the great Fuhrer. To Adrian, the larger the Reich was at the start of the Thousand's Year War, the better. (Also, you don't have to subtitle your foreign language. Not only do you possibly seem to forget the fact that I am a native German, but I also happen to be able to speak twelve different languages, seven of which are European languages.)
(12 fluent languages? Alright, super impressed about you. I believe that the whole 'subtitle foreign language' was one of the rules from a while ago. You could still write in the language, but it would also require a 'subtitle', as you would put it. Plus it removes the necessity to keep Google Translate open when reading a post) Rene stood proudly as the great Fuhrer went into the room, saluting towards the man who made Germany great again, alongside many others. Rene fully believed in everything that the Reich stood for, right down to the tiniest of details, and was completely fanatical with almost religious authority towards the older man.
Adrian stood up in salute as well, which all the others seemed to follow in. [Here, Adrian had nearly bumped his head on an eight foot beam.] They sat back down, Adrian's chair creaking under his massive weight. From this point, a long discussion about the importance of Austria's annexation, with some comments and suggestions. Very few of the officers had not spoken, primarily Adrian, though this was likely due to his muteness. Suddenly, he scribbled something on a small piece of paper, then motioning for Himmler. The other man came over, Hitler still speaking to the Chancellor. The giant gave his commander the small parchment, which Heinrich took. He went over to the Fuhrer, and whispered something quietly into his ear. Adolf nodded, and stared down at the Austrian Chancellor...
Rene remained patient as he sat on his side of the table, watching as Himmler went over to the Adolf's ear and whispered something, to which the Fuhrer nodded in agreement. Before long, all eyes were upon the Austrian Chancellor. (Sorry for the short post, I have my hands full with IRL stuff at the moment)
(No problem. I completely understand.) The hours passed as Hitler had ended up bullying the Annexation out of the Chancellor. The meeting had adjourned, quietly and peacfully as planned. Not too long after the meeting, people began their short-lived small talk, as to which Adrian had came up to Rene, speaking in sign-language. I'm hosting a party in my residence in a couple weeks. I'd be delighted if you'd join. It is also the time when I'll be planning a few things. I've talked with Himmler already, and he's persuaded the Fuhrer to come as well... basically, I'll be giving well-thought plans towards the soon-to-come Thousand Year's War. It will be quite.... exilharating.
Rene nodded in agreement. "I'll be thrilled to be a member of your party. I've also been thinking about my own ideas for the Thousand Year's War in the near-future. But that can come until we can see another until the party."
Hours after the party, Adrian had arrived in Berlin, where he had a very nice apartment waiting for him. He had many places to sleep all around Europe, due to his occupation. Sometimes, they were meant to appease a need for isolation, seclusion in the woods and whatnot, preferring the dark, cold silence in order to maintain peace within himself. Other times, something very small and unnoticed inside of him craved to be with others, feeling a sense of unimaginable loneliness that was for now only trivial. He had took his uniform off gently, placing his hat and coat on a coat-hangar near the door. The giant look in the bathroom mirror, which was broken into pieces, now wearing only his trousers, socks, and an old tank-top. His pale skin was riddled with scars, gashes, bullet wounds and other injuries, but the decorative SS dagger in his hand seemed to tell story all on it's own... and he made himself bleed. This was not out of suicidal thought, merely out of wish to feel something he could not feel: Pain. He stared at himself, the mirror and the lens of his mask reflecting at each other an image of a torment unlike most could conceive in their minds. His rough, leathery, skin made him a mere silhouette in the bathroom, as no light was on, neither in the room that was small to him, nor in the entire apartment. He was home in the dark. Once his skin was fair, but turned pale into an incredibly white shade of skin. Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang. ________________________________________________
Rene stood at the door, dressed in a black suit with a pin of the National Socialists on the left side of his dress. He had his blonde hair straightened for the occasion and came to visit Adrian during his off-hours. The two of them were extremely gifted individuals and had various ideas to ensure that the Thousand year Rule of the Reich lived up to it's namesake.
The man let his friend in, still in the old tank top, but acting normally. He had taken a pot of tea off of he gas stove, (herbal mint tea, by the smell of it.) pouring the warm liquid into two cups he pulled out of the cabinet, then sat upon a very large chair, made out of what appeared to be sections of logs. The darkness of the room covered his head, now completely engulfed in the shadows. Then and there, he took off his mask, though his face remained unseen. He placed the mask on the cold, wooden floor, and sipped his cup, speaking in sign again. I'm going to preform at a concert pretty soon. It's funny how people think so easy is hard. The piano is so much simpler than people make it out to be.....
Rene chuckled slightly at the last response. "I agree, but like all great artists, practice makes perfect. The symphony can always rise and change in tempo. It might even be written with the utmost care and passion, but it matters who plays the song. Nowadays, it's about about the fast-paced actions of Jazz and Swing. Such a shame nobody admires the classics, they really are beautiful."
The man suddenly twitched. It seems we may have a visitor. And surely enough, a soft knock on the door. ___________________________________________________ The girl looked at the door, light blue eyes fixed on the old scratches carved upon it. Her dark blonde hair was fixed into a french braid, her blue dress swaying in the wind, and her fair skin a pale blue from the electric porch light, basket in hand. Her name was Nadja Blume, a young girl in her twenties who lived in the same apartment building, with her father, Erik, and old veteran from the Great War. She stood outside, waiting for an answer in the gentle breeze, a light sprinkle of rain coming from the dark afternoon clouds, the sky a very dark shade of grey. It would be a downpour soon, as it usually was these days, as if the Heavens could see the future that seemed inevitable for all of Europe soon to come...
"I'll get it" Rene replied before getting out of his chair and opening the door, to reveal a younger girl at the door looking fairly innocent. He looked at the women with a slight grin on his face. "Afternoon madam, how many I help you?"
The girl looked up at Rene, and spoke, her voice soft, young, and innocent, like a butterfly. "I'm here to see Herr Vogelscheuche. I brought him this..." She indicated the basket, which was filled with various items, such as tea, pastries, and flowers. "...Is he here?"
