Maj Gen Duesnburg

Reporting for duty

• Oh! Who are they over there?!

  Maj. Gen. Duésnburg

  Gender: Male Race: Appears to be Red Alaskan Husky On paper and birth cert. Porsche is actually classified as a full-sized Klee Kai. Complexion: Ivory base, Maroon/Burgundy markings, Coal border accents. Body Type: Toned Endo-meso Morph

  Height: 5'10", give or take. Eyes: Deep golden iris with a splash of maroon outlaying the pupil However, he has been spotted before with thin vertical-slit pupils for some reason... Readily Visible Scars: Flesh related A healed gash at his right hand, patch of fur missing just at the base of his left palm- it looks like a faded tattoo was there. Upon closer inspection, it looks like it reads '#909-SS'. Hair: Moreless 'headfur' and was short-med length hawk and swept back, lengthening from between his ears and at its longest at the crown.
• *Dr. Th.D B.C.E Franzwick Costello

  Gender: Male Race: Doberman Pinscher Complexion: Very glossy obsidian base with classic rust patterns Body Type: Lithe Ectomorph

  Height: 5'8" Eyes: Hazel Readily Visible Scars: Signs of a prior burn injury to the right of the neck. Hair: None

  *This role is currently a NPC

• Dressed for success

  As a stranger/passer-by you'd rarely see the fellow outside of his G.S.F issued uniform. However, such rare occasions might imply you're a family member, his client(s), a good acquaintance- maybe even a close friend, or acquainted with any of the prior mentioned.
  
  

  On Duty (Formal) Inconspicuous ballistics armour; German Shadow Forces issued (G.S.F). Body: A plain short-sleeve black-tee with rank displayed on shoulders, the name 'M.Gen Duésnburg' displayed on left breast, and 'G.S.F' embroidered near the top-right of the shirt's V-neck. Underneath the shirt was a form-fitted ballistics vest rated as Riot-IV. *He does possess a matching Blackhawk Tac-III coat but rarely wears it. Legs: Blackhawk Tac-III series grey digital print cargo trousers. These were lined with Kevlar to have superior piercing resistance and temperature regulation. The multitude of pockets allowed the wearer to easily carry all the gear necessary securely and concealed. Feet: Black (sometimes white or slate) cotton gauze-wrap from his toes to mid-tibia. Simple.

  Liberty Time (Causal/Lounging) When not on the clock or actively 'protecting' his client (rarely) he does actually dress in causal clothing like a normal person. Body: Often a choice-colour of tank-top or tee. Or sometimes just plain shirtless regardless of cold but especially provoked if hot outside. Legs: Generic khakis or denims were always precedence and range in colour from beige to maverick, to coal. It was very rare (if at all) that he'd wear digi-foot friendly highwaters. Feet: Often times, he'll go bare if indoors for a prolonged period of time and sometimes even outdoors if the land is soft enough to not bother his pads.

  Travel Generally in BDU's for such occasions.

  
  
  

  Weapons, Accessories & Gear

  While he wasn't particularly the jewellery or accessory wearing type, his necessary things could be found on him at all times unless off the clock.
  Head: Sometimes there'd be an inconspicuous wireless device hidden within the right ear.
  
  Abdomen/Torso: ~Usually secured upon the left shoulder, a 13in combat knife locked to its carbon-fiber scabbard.
  ~Three aged dog-tags hung at the neck. "Ich liebe meinen Bruder", "Ich liebe meinen Vater", then "und meine Familie liebt mich" in that order.
  
  
  Hands: ~On both hands, canvas gloves with carbon-fibre reinforced knuckles, thickened palm pads, and leather padded fingertips. The left glove's wrist strip was suspiciously longer than normal, covering up a square-ish patch of missing fur on the underside of the wrist. Also on the left hand, specifically the ring finger, was a rose-gold wedding band.
  
  Waist/Hips: ~Tactical issued multi-use belt capable of securing 500lb (can be used as a fall-arrest and climbing assist). At the belt's left was a rustic yet rugged series Motorola flip-phone and special pager, the pager was client access only. At the rear right was a small rectangular pouch that seemed just the right size for carrying extra ammunition for his side-arm.
  
  Legs: ~Strapped and securely to the outer-right thigh, a black S&W .460 8" long-nose as his issued side-arm. The holster also featured 2 spaces where two loaded speed-loaders were securely fastened.

  
  

  *Notice: The above listed are things readily seen. However, a good soldier never reveals his whole playing hand; that said, he does have concealed weapons and armours that are not on display.

  
  
  

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• If you've spotted this silent and yet irritable-ornery looking fellow; there's a good chance that his client, a manic and media famed scientist, was on the loose somewhere nearby!
  The scientist, Dr. Th.D B.C.E. Franzwick Costello (aka, 'Franz', or Prof. Costello), was very well decorated and considered a High Priority Client. He was an astute geologist, palaeontologist, and archaeologist. It was due to these titles and his arrogant prestige that it would oftentimes land him in situations where a bodyguard was absolutely necessary. When Franz was electrified with the notion of traversing the uncharted, he could easily be the equivalent an overexcited pup in a biscuit store with a blank check!
  It's no wonder Porsche looked so drained and ornery!
  
  
  Porsche's standard issued attire, which was readily-seen branded 'G.S.F.' at the right of the V-neck, was indication of some sort of militeristic background. The rank displayed at his shoulders was well earned through years, upon years, of loyal service.
  
  He was typically mellow and silent. You likely wouldn't even know of his presence unless you were looking right at him and proof-positively knew he was very real. Perhaps you felt inclined to get him to talk and unwind a bit; maybe get him to smile?
  
  
  

  /!\Warning/!\
  Potential spoilers from this point onward

  
  

  In such a scenario, if you managed to get him to open up, there are things that could be learned from and of him like...

  ..his understanding of English was laughably limited and his increasingly thick German accent made it slightly difficult to understand him concisely. Perhaps even a hint of speech-impediment. ..he's 56 years old. ..he's 192lb. ..he's been married for 15yrs to, subjectively, the best woman in the known universe! ..he can be unconditionally loyal and loving.

  ..he secretly is tickled to death to have, in his eyes, the world's best son and daughter a father could ever ask for. ..he strives to remain neutral and compromise both sides of a confrontation when applicable. ..he really likes sweets, especially milkshakes and tea of varying flavours! ..he holds family values high and dearly, over everything else.

  
  

  However, some information would obviously be withheld. Mainly due to him simply not having knowledge of such things or the fact that he just would never share such sensitive information...

  Behavioral type: Lawful good with, perhaps, some touches of Chaotic neutral tendencies. He has no qualms with murdering if instructed to. He has been a hired hitman several times before. He refutes religion and is headstrong about that. He dreads the thought of being alone and abandonment.

  The '#909-SS' tattoo on the left underside of his wrist was his sequential series branding in a top-secret genetics lab and depressing reminder that he was originally created to be a bio-weapon for his government. He has a peculiar fear of dying. It more-so has to do with the well-being of his family after he's gone as well as a personal religious conflict. If ever enraged; only his client, wife, and children can make him immediately yield-n-abort at a moment's notice. He routinely requires a special drug that suppresses his mutagen H-Virus cells, otherwise he risks mutation.