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Within some time before the Second World War, a child was born out of wedlock to a woman of noble blood, a humble and single mother named Arianna. The child was indeed large from the start, and kept growing for quite some time. The child was born in Berchtesgaden, in Bavaria, the Bavarian region of Germany, on All Hollows Eve, on a full moon. During his youth, the boy's size was used quite a bit and was helpful in many physical tasks. as well as this, his mother had a friend come and act as a private tutor, allowing him to academically flourish. The boy was blessed with a great deal of academic and physical abilities. The mother eventually had another child, Mishca, as it turned out that she fell in love with with Adrian's tutor, Johann. Adrian could not help but make friends with Mishca, and after some time the two had formed a bond, and the two loved each other very much, brother and sister. One fateful day, however, a group of Polish escaped convicts had made it to the small castle the little family resided in, and proceeded to burn the castle, as to which the two children escaped, but Johann and Arianna had been killed in the fire. However, Adrian had inhaled so much smoke that he had lost his voice. Devastated by the loss of his mother, Adrian escaped with Mishca to the chicken coop near the small castle. Their they hid, but were found by the convicts. Originally, the convicts planned to use the children as a way to extort the German government. However, a thunderstorm prevented them from contacting anyone. The convicts eventually became hungry, and all the food had been burned. The Polish criminals had nothing to eat, almost starving until they came up with a rash decision: They would eat on of the children. Adrian, despite his size, could do nothing as they contemplated as to which which of the children they would eat. The two children were put into a closet pantry and after some time, the men open the door... and pulled Mishca away from Adrian's arms. The men had cannibalized Mishca. After some time, they pulled out Adrian, giving him a mysterious broth, which he refused to eat at first, but then hunger had gotten the best of him. He greedily drank and ate the soup, only to discover that the men had put bits of the boy's sister in his soup; which had caused him into a state of great anger, and went on to kill the men with his bare hands and proceeded to cannibalize them. The boy ran into a nearby cave, where he thrived for several years, his senses becoming inhumanly keen, until German authorities had found him. He was brought to an orphanage, where he was shunned by the other children except for a few, and the feelings were mutual. He spent his time hiding in cupboards and closets, hiding in the dark that he was used to. During his days, he found a gas mask, which he donned, and thus the start of The Scarecrow began. The boy grew up, eventually joining the National Socialist German Workers Party, the Nazis, and found a natural ability for marksmanship. With great intelligence, strength, and abilities, he ranked up extremely fast, and eventually became the renown SS Officer. His great size and use of fear, especially that which was created by the use of his mask, gave him the nickname, The Scarecrow...

So as one can see by my man many many many many many many many many posts, I have many different characters. What you many not know, is that all these characters I've made up before I even found this site. Now, I've kind of categorized them: Country, classic, and combat. (I actually put our favorite giant-nazi-in-a-gasmask in classic, since he's more of a behind the scenes guy.) These characters have been with me my whole life. My two eldest are Jeremiah Crow (cowboy giant) and Adrian Vogelscheuche (Nazi not all too concerned with usual nazi stuff so much as just hungry for people), both born on the 13th of September in 2007. Alot of my characters reflect different interests. Cowboys, WWII, Victorian era & whatnot.

Myths, legends, folk lore. I've heard everything. I can tell you a camp fire story that lasts four days straight. Most people think that Slenderman started out as a silly game, or this picture on some sight. Being from Germany, I can tell you otherwise. In our local legends surrounding the Black Forest in the south west regions of the Fatherland, there is a fairy. Not like these small, pixie creatures. Rather, human shaped, yet tall and thin, with not a face of a human, nor any other creature. It would wear the clothes of a knight or a noble, and would take children away, or it would kill, or merely one would see it, and live to tell the tale. I would not be surprised if a demon like that would begin to wear a suit, the mark of the social elite. The Fairy exists also in other lore, and when one seeks the truth, they find a horrible truth: what one would see as merely an urban legend is so much more. In my family, we ourselves have a tale. A long time ago, one of my ancestors made a deal with the Devil, to become one of his children and have great knowledge. And upon this, a curse on our family. The legend says that when one of us dies, we become a kind of Bogeyman, dressed in that of luxury, but becoming a terrible monster that would always snake its way into legend. My great-grandfather says that he once saw this "Slenderman" during the Second World War, but instead of killing him, it killed a small troop of enemy soldiers nearby. He said that the demon saw him, spoke our family's last name, and disappeared into the Black Forest, which is where he was. And this was before I learned of this "urban myth." I think it was before the concept was even conceived. As for this, I ask myself who I am. What lies beyond death? Something to fear? Nothing at all? Something. I do not know.

You see, I was born out of wedlock. I have had one step-dad before, and now there's this new guy, but I never really looked up to either of them. So did I have a father figure? Of course! Was he a real person? Nope. Ladies and gentlemen, my father-figure.... is Hannibal Lecter. Never did I identify with a person more, or want to (kind of) be like a person more. I have always valued intelligence, so yeah. I do grow more like him every day, although I will admit, I have thought about eating people lately. Will I? Probably not, since it seems a bit illegal, but meh. I'll live. Of course, he has not been my only influence. I've looked up to guys like Jonathan Crane in the entire universe of DC comics, Batman as well the whole Nolan's rogues gallery are among this list too, but also John Wayne, Sherlock Holmes, The Phantom of the Opera, and plenty of snipers out there. I like sharpshooters.

I could tell that for a while, my mother was ashamed of our heritage. Many of my family members played a role in the second world war that few people can forgive. And who can blame them? Much of my family was committed for war crimes. Many were executed. I myself, however, took a large interest. Though not one myself, I was always interested in learning about Nazis. The thing I was probably most interested in was their way of organization, their unique look, and their ways of execution. It was so organised, so distinguished. I do not praise them for their ideology, however. I tolerate anyone and everyone, including my ancestors. I cannot, however say the same for my mother; She moved away to France with me for a while. We spent small portion of our life in a place that was the French equivalent to Berchtesgaden, small village called Chartreuse. We found ourselves often visiting Paris. On the weekends, we would head east to Munich to visit my grandparents. It wasn't too far, as Chartreuse was near the border to Germany. I do miss it so, as I spent much of my life there. Then, after a year and a half, we moved to Russia. We spent our time working at a hotel with some Polish friends of ours, who I took a great liking to. They were like a surrogate family, even though my mother had no romantic relationship with any of them. Again, after three years, we moved here to America. We live in yet another small place in the state of Oregon known as Goble. This time, we took our grandparents, and now we live on this farm in the middle of the woods. I have had a great deal of experience of Americans in Europe, and watched many cowboy movies and listen to much country music. I did actually eventually develop a type of country accent, like that of Reba McEntire. With my deep, resonant voice, I actually came to sound nearly exactly like Sam Elliot. At this new school I go to, I am known as the Man in Black, due to my usual attire, which is realize as a reference to Johnny Cash, one of my favorite singers. I can sing like him too. Right now I'm working on making a Barbershop Quartet in school. It seems like fun. But every now and then, my personality splits. Am I a real American Man? Or does German flood my veins? It depends on the situation. Watching a western, I'm a cowboy. Watching this WWII documentary, I am German. Relative situations will trigger a switch it seems, though I am still myself. Maybe someday, whichever is stronger will prevail, and then maybe... just maybe... I'll know who I am.

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Every year Oktoberfest here in Munich is celebrated with delight. However, that does not mean that festivities stop. In my little home of Berchtesgaden, we party. A lot. We have some of the biggest mugs you'll ever see. The stein glass and beer boot come to mind. And these are things we have on a regular basis. We can take a lot, and still remain sober. Unfortunately, the Oompah music isn't there without it being Oktoberfest, but oh well. In the end, I and mein freunds basically go out on a ton of Mannerabend. Hangovers are a no-no, though. Anyway, lately I've been getting interested in science, since I'm still in college, working on stuff to expand my knowledge immensely. Anyway, hope to soon update my life. Auf Wiederzhein!

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