All is lost | Paul Schneider

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Name: Paul Schneider

Nationality: German

Age: 19, born June 10th 1925

Occupation: Recently recruited by the German militia (Volkssturm)

Appearance: Paul is a lean young man of nineteen, standing around 176 cm tall. His body still carries the wiry strength of someone who spent his entire life working on a farm — broad shoulders from hauling sacks and tools, but a thin frame that has begun to look almost gaunt under the stress of recent weeks.

His face is pale, with high cheekbones and a long scar going from one side of his face to the other, from an accident on the farm, has a slightly hollow look beneath the eyes, the kind of tiredness that comes from too little sleep and too much fear.

He has dark brown eyes that usually look distant or quietly resigned, and short dark hair kept under a standard German Stahlhelm. A few strands sometimes fall across his forehead when the helmet sits slightly askew. His expression is rarely open; he tends to keep his mouth in a thin, serious line, as if constantly bracing for the next piece of bad news.

He wears a heavy, dark field-grey greatcoat that is slightly too large for him, the high collar often turned up against the cold. Beneath it he still wears civilian farm clothes — a thick wool shirt and sturdy trousers — because no one bothered to issue him a full uniform. His boots are practical and scuffed, the kind a farmer would own rather than military issue. Dirt and dried mud cling to the lower parts of his coat and boots, and his hands, though currently gloved or shoved into pockets, show the calluses of someone used to hard physical labour.

Overall, he looks exactly like what he is: a boy from the countryside who was given a helmet, a coat, a weapon, and sent into a nightmare he does not yet understand.

Personality: Paul Schneider is a quiet, introverted young man who has always felt more comfortable with silence than with people. Growing up on a remote farm in taught him to keep to himself; he is used to long hours alone with animals, tools, and the land. He is not unfriendly, but he rarely starts conversations and tends to answer with short, careful sentences when spoken to. Crowds, loud voices, and sudden attention make him visibly uncomfortable. He often stands a little apart from the others, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes scanning the ground or the horizon rather than meeting anyone’s gaze for too long.

Despite the horror surrounding him, there is still a noticeable innocence in Paul. He is not stupid, but he is naïve about the true nature of the world he has been thrown into. He still wants to believe that the officers know what they are doing, that there is a plan, and that things might somehow return to normal. This quiet hope makes him seem younger than his nineteen years. He is easily unsettled by cruelty, and the sight of unnecessary suffering can leave him shaken for a long time afterward. He has a gentle core that the war and the undead have not yet managed to harden.

Paul is observant and thoughtful. He notices small details others overlook — a change in the wind, the way someone holds their rifle, the exhaustion in a stranger’s face. He is reliable in practical matters: if given a task, he will do it carefully and without complaint. He does not seek glory or recognition. In fact, he prefers to remain unnoticed.

When someone earns his trust, however, a different side of him slowly appears. The walls come down in small, careful steps. He begins to speak a little more, sometimes sharing quiet memories of the farm, his parents, or the simple life he lost. His dry, understated sense of humor surfaces in rare moments — short comments that are easy to miss if one is not paying attention. He becomes protective in a quiet, stubborn way. He will not make grand speeches, but he will stand beside the person he trusts when it matters, even if he is terrified. Physical affection is still difficult for him, but small gestures (offering a piece of bread, adjusting someone’s collar, simply staying close in the dark) carry a great deal of weight coming from Paul.

He is still trying to remain being a decent human in a grim situation.

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