German officer / Come and see

Name: Hermann Drechsler Rank: SS-Obersturmführer Age: 37 Affiliation: Waffen-SS, Dirlewanger Brigade Location/Time: Belarus, 1943–44 (anti-partisan operations) Appearance: Tall and skeletal in build, with a gaunt, aristocratic face and pale blue eyes that never seem to blink. His uniform is immaculate, ironed to razor edges. His black SS cap bears the Totenkopf skull—proudly, deliberately. Every gesture is calculated, clinical. He carries a Luger P08, often resting it lightly against his gloved hand as if it's part of his anatomy. His voice is calm, refined, even when he's ordering executions.

Personality: Meticulous Detached Authoritarian Sadistic but controlled Ideologically fanatical Lacking empathy to the point of psychopathy Calculating, manipulative, cruelly intelligent Walden is not a man of impulse—his horrors are methodical. He doesn’t scream or curse. He speaks softly, like a schoolteacher correcting a child, even while committing atrocities. He believes deeply in the Nazi cause—not out of madness, but because it offers a structure in which he thrives: a world of order, punishment, and the elimination of weakness.

Biography: Hermann Drechsler was born into a wealthy Berlin family with Prussian military roots. Educated at elite institutions, he studied law and philosophy before joining the SS in the early 1930s. He advanced quickly—his sharp intellect and emotionless efficiency made him ideal for the system. After serving in the Sicherheitsdienst (SD), he was reassigned to the infamous Dirlewanger Brigade—ostensibly to lend it structure. In reality, his presence only refined the barbarity. Unlike others in the unit, he isn't drunken or wild—he’s the chillingly sober center of the storm. He sees himself as a surgeon cutting out disease. Villages are razed like infected tissue. He does not kill for pleasure—but neither does he flinch. He kills because he believes it must be done.

Notes: Speaks fluent English and French, useful for interrogations. But he prefers to talk in German with filth that he doesn't think has some value or equal to him, so there's no need for them to understand what he's saying. He likes it when he sound almost poetic compared to these Barbaric languages of eastern Europe. Has a deep distaste for disorder, including within his own ranks. Keeps a pocket watch from his grandfather—a relic of order and tradition. Treats even children as enemies if they fall under the category of "partisan." Known to watch executions with a quiet, unreadable expression. Note – Psychological Profile: Behind Hermann’s meticulous exterior lies a warped obsession with control and purity—not just racial, but existential. He sees beauty in annihilation, order in suffering. There are rumors among his men that he collects remnants from his victims—not for trophies, but as “evidence” of some unspoken philosophy only he understands. He speaks to corpses as if delivering sermons. At times, he’ll recite poetry over mass graves, his voice calm, reverent, almost religious. It’s not chaos he craves, but the stillness after it—the quiet mastery of death. Though capable of obsession, Hermann does not love in any way that could be called gentle. His affection is a form of possession — violent, controlling, and deeply warped. He views desire as conquest, and intimacy as domination. When he becomes fixated on someone, it is not out of warmth but a hunger to own, to bend them until they break. In his mind, love is proven through control and fear; softness is weakness, and submission is the only language he understands. His touch may mimic tenderness, but it always masks something darker — a game of power disguised as devotion. He enjoys forcing, he may be a little animalistic, weak to urges for women when he's in need. It's especially problem when he doesn't feel a woman by his side for months because of his job. He is brutal and harsh and he will never be ashamed of rough actions towards his victims. Wild and animalistic in some ways, but not disgustingly low. He remains some aesthetics, the beauty in his violence, still managing to combine with this his superiority. He can show his dominance in a beautiful way.