Name: Dieter Von Brandt
Nicknames:
None
Gender:
Male
Stage Name:
Dieter der Mannlieche Wolf
Race:
Human
Ethnicity:
German, Greek
Nationality:
German
Age:
24
Languages:
German, English
Family:
Father: AnsgarVon Brandt
Mother: Natasa Argyris Von Brandt
Hair color:
Dark Chocolate
Eye Color:
Brown with distinct green crescents underlining the bottom of his pupils
Appearance:
Dieter is no little boy. Though he once sported softened features when he was young that often had him teased on more than one occasion for it’s feminine delicacy, puberty treated him very well. The Greek blood in him runs strong, bestowing him with such structurally well defined chiseled features that have quite a reminiscent of old Greek marble statues. His skin is a natural light bronze, and his facial features are well defined and each noticeable on their own. His cheek bones are well defined, making a fairly light line from point A (his cheeks) to point B (his chin), which is wide and protrudes ever so slightly. But the major focus of his face are his lips. They’re likely to be the one thing that can make any girl (or guy) go weak at the knees. Full and wide, they still stay in proportion to the rest of his face, though his bottom lip seems to be permanently pouty. Betwixt his eyes is, of course, his nose. Nothing so special in comparison, very strong in structure though it does not protrude exceptionally far from his face. His eyes, on the other hand, are a different story. He has sectoral heterochromia, an eye condition that causes a small portion of his eye to differ distinctly from the rest in color. His natural eye color, presumably, is brown, since it’s what constitutes the majority of it’s composition. But under his pupil is a distinct green crescent that stretches ever so slightly to half way around the bottom, hugging it closely. He stands at a whopping 6’2”, with shoulders broad and perpetually stuck back in military stance. The dark chocolate locks that sit on top of his head have been cut into a vintage military bowl cut, with the side shaved. Though since his time being apart of the army has past a lot since then, his hair has grown far past any military requirements.
Sexual Preferance:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Dieter is your congenial nice guy. A gentleman by nature, he’ll lay down his coat without a second thought for any lady after a rainy day. He was well taught by his father to respect and be kind as well as accepting towards women. Men, however, were a different story. Though kind, fighting any man he viewed as not-respectable was something as quickly to occur as his acts of sincerity. He never took very kindly to brash and rude behavior, he had received enough of it as a child. With his new found height and strong build, he wasn’t going to take much more of it. Despite all this, in all honesty, Dieter is a fairly socially awkward person. As a means of over-compensating for his insecurities and social discomfort, he often finds himself cracking jokes, even if the time itself is inappropriate. He even goes as far as to laugh at his own jokes, hoping that it will trigger further laughter. Though, his laugh in itself is awkward and moreso resembles that of a donkey’s chortle than a real human laugh. Even so, it’s endearing in it’s own awkward and quirky way.
Contrary to popular belief, Dieter's quite intelligent. He was always one to do well in his classes when he was younger and learned very quickly to adapt to his surroundings. The only thing that ever made him seem less intelligent was that he was a visual learner. Words rarely meant anything to him when it came to instructions, but do it before him and he was able to pick it up not only quickly, but nearly perfectly. People thinking less of him for it never seemed to bother him, however. Playing the innocent foreigner was a good trick to pick up the ladies.
Interest:
Cooking, “Dancing”
Talent:
Wolf Tricks
Act Description
Since the time he's been here, he's discovered a new found ability that he never knew he had. Mostly because he never had it to begin with until recently. He's been bestowed by the powers that be with the ability to shape shift from human to wolf. It began erratically, happening every now and then, but with time he learned to control it. Now, he holds true to his Performance Name, Dieter der Mannlieche Wolf, or, Dieter the Werewolf in English. His act is broken up into two parts, the first portion, he performs with his wolves. Something to just hold true to his fans (if there ever were any). While the second portion is done with him and his assistant - both done within his wolf form (though he does change back and forth for the "OO" and "Ah" effect). In contrast to his personality that is far more on the upbeat side, the show itself is darker and far more ominous.
Things he'll likely give into:
Pretty [Any] girls, Animals
Background:
Dieter was born in Magdeburg, Germany, February 13, 1926 - Only a few years after the first world war, and a handful before the beginning of the second. His birth was an unexpected one. His father, while on a trip to Greece, quickly fell for a young waitress in her own father’s restaurant. From day one, he continuously visited there, trying new foods, whether they fit his taste or not, just as a means of gaining further time to chat with her, to get to know her better. And boy, did he get to know her better. He spent a good 3 months in Greece after that wonderfully friendly encounter, only to discover her knocking at his Inn door, belly swollen and nervously rambling, somehow squeezing out the words “I’m pregnant.” in between her massive verbal vomit. There was a long pause of silence.
9 Months later, Dieter Von Brandt was born. Pink, squishy and crying, a perfectly healthy baby boy. The only thing that caused an eyebrow raise were his eyes, that seemed so distinctly not-baby-like in color. His parents were happy, he was happy. Or at least as happy as a newborn could be.
His childhood was plagued by teasing. He seemingly never grew out of his baby-cuteness. Constantly being labeled as effeminate and girly. He’d come home often, crying and immediately clinging onto his mother’s apron that often smelt of Grecian spices. To calm him, she’d always let him help cook. It was this that made him learn to love food, not so much eating it, but making it.
The family was close knit. His father adored his mother and vice versa. Making sure to keep family, family. But as 1939 came closer and closer, the division between the two became clear.
Hitler was actively rallying support, preaching his ‘good’ word, that Ansger quickly fell for. His German pride was evident, and though the word against non-Germans began to run rampant, he continued to stay ignorant to it. It wasn’t until Natasa was killed that his ignorance became even more ignorant and his support for Germany by the will of it’s propaganda became fierce. She had gone to Greece, for a short period of time to give company to her father and mother - helping them plan an escape route as the German forces gained further control. Ansger was convinced they’d leave them be. But unfortunately, they did not. Troops stormed into their village of Lamia, his mother frantically showing them her proof of Citizenship in Germany and pleading in her frail German to leave her family alone. There was a short period of silence, which was broken tout suite by the sounds of bullets blaring. She laid on the ground, covered in her own blood, passport in hand.
The soldiers reluctantly returned it to him, stuttering out excuses of how they were ambushed, how they tried to save her, but were just simply out numbered.
Shortly therein, Ansger joined the Nazi party, and Dieter, a Nazi Youth.
Dieter was made to train wolves specifically to help find hidden soldiers with any intention to ambush. Though with his father away, not able to protect him, once word of his Greek blood came out, he was quickly faced with harassment he had thought had ceased once a teen.
As a mean trick, the other youth lured him from his bed in the middle of the night, have dazed in sleep. Once wandering barefoot in the snow, trousers hanging loose, they pulled out empty guns and pointed. Telling him he had only so much time before they’d shoot, and ran him off into the middle of the woods. Only a few minutes later did they release the wolves, who, were particularly more fond of him than of them. And gladly went off their leashes after him.
They found him high up in a tree, shivering and making his best attempts at staying silent. As he stumbled down, the three wolves released panted, sitting around the tree, waiting for his arrival.
The troupe traveled for years, constantly ducking under Military eyes. Setting up housing in various locations, but never for very long before quickly moving on.
The rest, is of course, history.
World A:
World War II Era
Wolves:
Zenzi (F), Wieland (M), Rein (M)
Temporary References Until I get all drawings up and done D:
Dieter Face Reference
Dieter Smile Reference
Haircut
Zenzi
Rein
Wieland
Eyes ("Unsolved", about the closest reference that I can find right now.)
WIP of Head Shot
