Heinkel Wolfe

I have seen all the OVAs, read all the mangas, and seen the TV series, etc etc.

Name: Heinkel Wolfe

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Physical appearance: Heinkel is an androgynous young woman. While she still sports a telling pair of breasts, her waist is not quite as narrow and her hips not as wide as what would be considered average for a woman her age. With her slightly broader shoulders and her more defined musculature, Heinkel could easily pass off as man in the eyes of the common folk and her fellow Iscariot agents. While she makes no obvious and open acknowledgement of this about herself, Heinkel does tend to dress more masculine, donning the cassock of a priest rather than the abbey of a nun.

Aside from her androgynous and lanky build, Heinkel is fair skinned, sporting feminine softness no matter how she might try to hide it. Her narrow face is void of blemishes, save for a few small, vanishing scars and holds a set template of hazel-green eyes, slender brows, pointed nose and narrow chin. Her lips are fairly average, often sporting a cigarette between them. Her hair is a dingy shade of blond, matching her brows. It’s neck-length and wavy, with stray, windswept curves and curls about her bangs.

Clothing of choice: By the good graces of Anderson’s lack in desire to challenge Heinkel’s distaste for feminine wear, Heinkel wears primarily Priest’s garb while on duty. This consists of the usual dark long-sleeve shirt and slacks with a clerical collar, a dark grey cassock with light colored trim, boots and white gloves. Underneath her cassock are holsters for her pistols, and her eyes are often shielded by a pair of spectacles. Over her chest lies a crucifix, and with ammunition for her guns is a small communication device to keep in touch with Iscariot agents while on and off duty.

When not sporting her Priestly vestments, Heinkel often wears clothing that isn’t gender-specific. It’s incredibly rare to catch her without her collar and cassock, but when she is, she’s often wearing khaki’s, sneakers and a t-shirt or even tanktop, often white in color, with her crucifix around her neck. There are occasions, in the colder seasons, where Heinkel will wear a jacket with a hood, but that is the usual extent of her non-Priestly wear. She, also, will absolutely not wear a dress.

Weaponry of choice: Heinkel’s primary weapon choice consists of two .50 cal magnum pistols, specialized custom-made Iscariot exclusive handguns with ‘Iscariot’, a small emblem, and ‘Sezioni 13’ engraved on the sides. Her rounds are blessed, but are not incendiary. Her expertise lies mostly in firearms, with hand-to-hand skills resting behind should guns prove useless to her. However, the guns themselves often prove to be effective melee weapons themselves when ammo becomes a thing of the past.

Race: Human

Abilities: As with most members of the Iscariot, Heinkel is an athletic woman. She’s physically strong--strong enough to climb and endurant enough to take physical punishment when it’s given, barring surprise attacks and powerful guns to the side of her face at point blank range. While parkour isn’t something she’s normally required to do on a regular basis, she will take advantage of the rooftops and efficient routes through a cluttered area in her appointed areas for missions. For as tall as she is, stealth is on the fence for difficulty, but when the environment is in her favor, she’ll have no problem adapting to it when it’s required.

She can also run for long distances over varied periods of time before tiring out, as if in pursuit of a target or suspect, and can often assassinate targets while in stealth mode. Approaches to a target on few occasions, however, have a tendency to become chaotic. In such cases, Heinkel is able to fend off enemies with her pistols. Her marksmanship training comes in handy especially when dealing with midians, various skills in combat training gained from Anderson’s tutelage granting her an advantage against vampiric and demonic foes.

Organization: Iscariot

Personality: Less than Yumie, Enrico and Anderson especially, Heinkel is one of the relatively few members who aren’t openly fanatic. While still certainly religious and devoted to God, Heinkel is one of the more secular members of the organization, often taking her work for what it appears on the surface: taking out targets that pose a threat to the church and the church’s followers. Non-followers of the Church are also on Heinkel’s ‘to-be protected’ list, but at the same time finds herself never openly questioning the motives of her peers when they express their opposition to such an idea. As a member of the Iscariot, Heinkel can be considered fairly closed--the perfect employee who never questions and does whatever needs doing. Despite her moral belief that all those who are of innocent mind and spirit, be it God-fearing or not, Heinkel will execute a non-believer when told to without question. Since London, however, she finds herself questioning the validity of these executions and their relevance to the mission of Section XIII.

At first glance, Heinkel can be described as an intimidating figure. Not quite sure whether she’s a man or a woman, Heinkel holds the visage of a spry and attractive pretty boy and the strong, unforgiving woman that’s not to be trifled with. With her eyes hidden behind spectacles, Heinkel holds the appearance of a silent and stoic killing machine whose line of site misses absolutely nothing. While this isn’t far from the truth, Heinkel’s canvas of character is considerably less dark to those who know her. In this, she’s a fantastic actor, acting the part of the terrible bodyguard when Anderson isn’t there to fill the role, and can often intimidate rivals and enemies into backing down or giving up respectively, just by merely being there at Maxwell’s side, bearing a stone-stiff and relatively unreadable face.

Aside from her job as an assassin and often bodyguard of the Chief of Staff, Heinkel’s personal life is fairly average. She holds a special place in her heart for Samurai Nun Yumiko Takagi, and Father Anderson takes the form of a literal familiar father figure, one she often turns to when dealing with troubling matters. When dealing with fellow Iscariot agents and assassins, Heinkel is, for the most part, formal. Her attitude towards those who are close to her is much more relaxed and friendly, adopting the mannerisms of one who could be considered part of mainstream society. She enjoys laughing and jokes, often those of a sarcastic and observant nature, and has no problem with having a beer with her co-workers when off-duty, and taking enjoyment out of leisurely activities outside of the Vatican, such as extravagant events like Carnevale, and something as quiet and simple as a game of chess.

Since her childhood, Heinkel has mellowed out considerably. Once the rowdy and rebellious prankster, Heinkel seems to have pulled a 180 in demeanor since her time at Ferdinand Luke’s and joining the Iscariot. Now, she’s not so into rough housing with her peers, and instead prefers something a little more relaxed. She is, however, no stranger to excited and often heated verbal battles with others, and her excursions with Yumie are more than energetic. Apart from social interaction, Heinkel’s feelings and insecurities are often buried in her core. She holds an unreadable visage, a possible mechanism of self-defense in light of past and recent happenings in Hamberg, Germany and London, England respectively. While never one to outright question her superiors, both mortal and divine, Heinkel finds herself burdened by a general feeling of doubt that not only encompasses the validity of the Iscariots, and herself as a person. Most of these doubts and insecurities, Heinkel will never go to anyone, even Anderson, for fear of scrutiny. One such issue in particular is one pertaining to her gender and gender identity. These issues, however, are kept buried deep, never seeing the light of day or hope of being answered and reassured.

Rank: Paladin

Biography: Heinkel was born in Hamburg, Germany, left in an orphanage at the start of her life. The orphanage was fairly rough and tumble, allowing the children to do what they wanted as long as they remained on the property and reported in on time for lunch, lessons and bed. The orphanage was run by a gaggle of Catholic nuns, a set of oddities in their own right with personalities both colorful and colorless. Heinkel grew up with a bunch of boys, often mistaken for a boy from her slender, bony body and her short-cropped hair. From the minute she could walk, she gravitated to a group of troublemakers, and as she grew older, often ran with them, playing rough games and wrestling with them, bullying girls and getting scraped up with their rough-housing.

When Heinkel was around five years old, the Orphanage was sieged by a group of bandits, three of the nuns and several of the children getting shot before the ordeal was contained by police. Heinkel survived the attack by cramping her tiny body into a hiding space, found hours after the attack took place, and taken to a temporary home. The Orphanage was shut down, and the children were dispersed. With Orphanages in the surrounding areas few and far between, those that existed were full or run-down, relatively unfit for those as little as Heinkel. The mission to get Heinkel into a home had commenced.

Heinkel went from foster home to foster home, often causing trouble and being generally unruly. It wasn’t until later when her supervisors were notified of a well-kept Orphanage in the southeast, known as Ferdinand Luke’s, just outside of Rome. A Catholic church, much like the one she had previously stayed, Ferdinand Luke’s seemed like the perfect fit for rowdy little Heinkel. Just a few months before her sixth birthday, Heinkel was transferred all the way to Italy, where she was met by a rather large and intimidating man, sporting a crucifix and a set of spectacles that hid his eyes with reflected light.

Heinkel was taken into the Orphanage, and had the worst time integrating. As a young German girl in an Orphanage where the dominant languages were English and Italian, Heinkel felt alienated. She couldn’t understand a lick of what anyone was saying to her, and with no interpreter to help, she was lost in an oblivion of language barriers. With no children to roughhouse with, Heinkel found herself alone, confused, and filled with pent up nervous energy. As a way to cope, she began playing tricks on other children as well as the nuns, but kept a clear distance from the tall man with the crucifix. Ever the reminder of what happened at her previous orphanage, Heinkel made sure to steer clear of all full grown men in particular in this new, aggravating world.

With her new antics, Heinkel made no easy friends, and was alienated further from the other children. Feeling helpless and lonely, Heinkel pulled a disappearing act just a few months after she was taken in by Ferdinand Luke’s. She had been gone for hours, not showing up for breakfast, lessons, lunch or even recess, sending the nuns into a flurry of panic. They searched for her long into the night, unable to find her. With the tall man returning from a visit to Rome, the nuns pleaded for him to help find her. The search for Heinkel continued, ending when he heard sniffling coming from a forgotten closet in a less frequented area of the Orphanage. Inside was Heinkel, body cramped into a corner and face wet and red from crying.

He pulled her from the closet and comforted her, using the alone time to find the problem with the child. It became apparent when her responses to his questions were confused and in shaky German, a language he didn’t quite understand*, and with comforting gestures and words, he introduced himself as Father Anderson, and made it a priority to teach the girl English so that life in the Orphanage would be easier for her. Over the next few months, Anderson committed himself and one of the nuns to teaching her how to read, write, speak and understand the English language, and bits and pieces of Italian to familiarize herself with the country.

Once Heinkel could speak English, the girl’s demeanor changed noticeably. She quickly integrated with the other children, gaining new friends and playmates, and returning to her rough-housey self--much to the chagrin of much of the nuns. Noticing Heinkel’s raw power, even as a child, Anderson put it into his mind to train her for the Iscariot Organization. It wouldn’t be long however before Heinkel’s rough play would put her in an awkward position. Upon meeting little Yumiko Takagi, Heinkel’s play proved to be a tad too rough, making the child cry. Not particularly enjoying having made another child cry, Heinkel forced herself to learn to be more gentle, especially with Yumiko and other children like her.

As Heinkel grew older under Anderson’s care along with Yumiko and another, newer curiosity--Enrico Maxwell--Heinkel’s rambunctious and rebellious behavior showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, whenever prompted to wear dresses, Heinkel would flat out refuse, often leaving clothes as such in a heap if made to wear them. Her will of defiance was stronger than steel, and it became quickly apparent that butting heads with the child over choice of dress would get Anderson nowhere. As Heinkel, Yumiko and Enrico began their training for the Iscariot, the man relented in allowing Heinkel to wear the garb of a Priest as opposed to the abbey of a Nun.

Under Anderson’s tutelage, Heinkel proved to be an excellent sharpshooter. For a good majority of her training, she focused all of her weaponry training on a wide variety of firearms. Heinkel finally settled on dual customized Iscariot pistols, using those as her primary weapons and often picking up other firearms should these guns become unusable for one reason or another. Upon reaching adulthood, Heinkel--alongside Yumie--was initiated officially into the Iscariot. By that time, she had become best friends with the Japanese sword-slinging nun, and partnered with her for nearly every mission thenceforth. Enrico had also advanced through the ranks, and eventually became the Chief of the Iscariot. Heinkel found herself playing bodyguard often for him, as well as other key operatives from the higher-ups.

Aside from that, most of Heinkel’s time was spent on missions, either carrying out assassinations or removing vampires and other such demonic creatures from the living plane. Most of her missions were nothing major, until order came to accompany Father Anderson and the other Paladins to London with instructions from the Chief to observe and await the onslaught from the 9th. Things quickly escalated into chaos, and the landscape of London became nothing short of a bloodbath. The order to retreat was quick to come upon the revelation of Alucard’s Level Zero.

Several years later, Heinkel kept herself to her usual Iscariot routine of taking missions for her pay, often turning to Anderson for guidance and to Yumiko for companionship.

RP sample:

“Vhat do you mean he’s dead.”

Heinkel’s voice was swollen with irritation. “Say it again, Giacondo. Say it again, because I’m having a difficult time registering vhat you said.” Sitting in a small office at a desk with little more than candlelight to illuminate her face, Heinkel held the black, corded phone tight against her ear. Her contact responded with a shuddered voice, distressed as it was. Heinkel, however, was in no mood to sympathize. Orders of the Iscariot were to be followed to the letter, period. Failure to do so often accosted them money in various operations to control damages and keep people quiet, and was often punished the way Enrico saw fit. Heinkel won’t be hearing the end of this little screw up any time soon.

Her face then exploded with anger, as did her voice, “Vhen ve say not to kill a target, ve mean not to kill them! I don’t care if it vas an accident! Losing that schweine vill cost us dire information!” She sat back in her chair, enduring the stuttering apologies from the other end of the phone. Her hand went to her eyes, nurturing the onsetting headache of the situation. Maxwell was going to be sore with her over this, and who knew how long it was going to last. The man has long since been crowned winner of the golden grudge since childhood, and Heinkel was nowhere near used to being badgered by him over something her subordinates did. It was an occurrence that didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was just as painful for her as it was for her underlings.

She sighed into the phone, “Alright alright, settle down. Report back to base, I’ll handle it. Just, for the future, if you have a target that needs to be kept alive, do vhatever you can to keep them getting killed. And don’t go shooting them by mistake. You have leave until your next mission, but if Maxvell asks you to report, you better damn well report. Do vhat he says und you’ll be fine.” After a few minutes, she gave a dull ‘Auf wiedersehen,’ and hung up, before hunching forward in her chair, elbows meeting the smooth wooden surface of the furniture before her, gloved hands meeting her face with a pained groan.

Financial politics will be the least of her worries now. The least she could do is come out with the failure in the most forthright way she could manage. Getting yelled at and lectured by what may or may not be considered a childhood friend was awkward as it was terrifying. Heinkel was the last to be expected to fail like this--the failures of her subordinates was just as hers as it was theirs. If they screwed up, it means she went wrong somewhere, no matter what exactly happened. Either way, it was another beer for another time. Heinkel had her own assignments to be working on, and fussing over the moronic tendencies of her subordinates wasn’t one of them.

Battle Sample

Heinkel’s task was simple. Find the target, kill him, report. It was a simple enough mission, both in understanding and execution. The briefing given to her by Anderson was short and to the point. They had all they needed on the target, and all they had to do now was drop in, deliver a killing blow, then make themselves scarce. Only one operative was needed for this one, easy as it were. Heinkel was perfect for it. The man in question was a Priest--or former Priest according to Enrico. The man was suspected of performing strange rituals--dark books of black magic found in his quarters and a diary describing the oncoming events of his spectacle confirming these suspicions. His name was Kirk Newland, an import from England, and had done extremely well to hide his connection to the dark.

Until now, that is.

Later that evening, he was scheduled to perform some sort of ritual. The details of this ritual was none of Heinkel’s business, but given the information she received, it could easily be described as Satanic. Such a shame, the downfall of the righteous into the pits of the Netherworld. And for what? These were things Heinkel didn’t need to know. That was for Enrico, the Holy See, and the Section Kirk worked under to figure out. Heinkel would, however, show him the error of his ways before he died. His location was a vague description, but the address, discreetly given, was helpful. The building was rather bland, stuck in the middle of Forli and matching it’s relatively colorless surroundings. Getting inside proved no challenging task, but inside the quaint living space was no sign of the troubled clergyman.

Further search lead her to a small hatch in the floor of his kitchen, and beneath it was a narrow passage and ladder to match. She sighed and started down, the lair below dark and rather dank. The faint sounds of what resembled animals echoed throughout the halls, and Heinkel followed them, peeking around corners before advancing. The sounds were growing louder, and the closer she got, the more human they began to sound. Getting out one of her guns, Heinkel silently readied herself as she neared the central area of the labyrinth. The smell of blood was strong, and with it were the sounds of scuffling feet and human whimpering.

Then, there was a loud sound of metal meeting flesh, blood splashing on old cobblestone, and a dying gurgle. Gritting her teeth, Heinkel rushed forward, gun out and pointing. Before her was a startling sight: There was a round table with Satanic symbols carved in and round it, the naked body of a young man now motionless on it, a huge axe in his middle, blood painting pale skin, eyes staring up at the ceiling, still fresh and full of fear. The man behind the table was somewhat stout, in black robes with an inverted pentagram medallion hanging about his chest.

“You!” he said, pointing at her, “You shouldn’t be here! Get out!”

Heinkel growled, eyes widening with rage, “You wile piece of shit. For this atrocity, I vill make sure your death isst a slow und painful one.”

He shook his head violently, “No! You don’t understand, none of you do! And because of that, you’ll die! My minions--my friends! Attack her! Kill her! Rip her to shreds!” He pointed at her, pressing himself against the wall behind him. Heinkel narrowed her eyes further at him, “Vhat the hell are you talking about? There’s nobody else here but us!” She kept her gun trained on him, now curious and waiting, eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other. The walls were cluttered with plaques and posters, symbols and hung body parts of butchered animals. Apart from the atrocious smell and scenery, nothing was happening.

“W-what? My ritual didn’t work!?” the man exclaimed in horror.

Heinkel snarled, “Those who hearken to the temptation of the Devil vill find their bones splitting in Hell’s flame.”

She rose the gun and fired. The bullet, however, only met the cold of the stone wall behind him. The man had ducked to the ground just in time to dodge the bullet, and came back up with a knife, rushing at her with it. “You will not take me! I will not die today! The same cannot be said for you, Iscariot whore!” he shouted, thrusting the knife at her face. Heinkel dodged with ease, sidestepping and putting the gun to his side, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet through his lungs.

“Urk!” the man gagged and spit up blood, falling to the ground. She turned and stared at him, watching him from behind red-glowing lens. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing raspy and uneven, “All--all I wanted... was to be loved--”

“Und all you got vas hate,” she said, pointing the gun at his head, and firing off another pullet, painting the floor underneath him dark red. “Requiescat in pace, schweine.”

She turned then to the young dead man on the table, eyes going sad and lips tight for a brief moment. She reached a gloved hand over his eyes and brushed the lids shut, “Rest leicht als Sie leiden nicht mehr. In nomine Patris et Fili et Spiritus Sancti... Amen. Requiescat in pace.”

(( note - I'm not sure of Heinkel's age. I feel like she's too young but I'm not sure what to make her? If it's not correct, please let me know how old she should be! thanks! ))

First off she's Austrian. She's not German. Secondly I thought it was desert eagles she possessed, but of course I don't know much about weapons so that will not count in my vote. Also her, yumie, and enrico grew up together since they were young. At the time of the battle in 1999 I would say Heinkel is around 27. Your RP samples I'm not too sure about them to be honest with you. Your battle post resembles a fanfic I once read, and I just wasn't feeling you as Heinkel. I just didn't believe you were her. That is my opinion alone of course, and you still have a chance. But for me this just doesn't do it. Compared to the last person who was Heinkel I just can't see it. Not to mention you don't seem confident in your knowledge of the character, and I would like to see someone with confidence for a canon.



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Aside from the details tegs pointed out I really felt that the Personalities were a bit backwards in the two samples. I always kind of looked at Heinkle as female/mini-anderson in the sense that first impression and outside of a mission she is kind, but unlike anderson she doesn't have his wisdom. When in battle or on a mission, it's all business no quesitions asked about orders and they are done to the letter, with the exception unless anderson says so as shown in the OVA's.

I will hold off my vote and see what the other staff say

I don't disagree with your decisions, and don't take this post as me fighting what you guys are saying--you guys have every right to deny this application for what it's worth and the time and thought I put into it. But if you'll put up with me a bit more before this is through, some things are escaping me.

Where does it say that Heinkel is Austrian? Is the basis of my application being compared to the application of the previous Heinkel? Nowhere can I find that it says she's Austrian save for a couple fanfics here and there, and if it was stated in Crossfire, we've already agreed that Crossfire isn't canon as dictated by Hirano. If it's her accent--well, I don't hear Austrian accents on a daily basis. I took it all as German and have since I started reading the manga. Wherever it says in canon, I'm willing to take your word for it, but I've never seen such information given.

I said at the bottom that I was unsure of her age. I should have given it more thought and bumped it before posting, but that's neither here nor there. In my history I do have Heinkel, Yumie and Enrico having grown up together in some aspect, but again it's never directly stated in canon just how "together" they were when growing up under Anderson's tutelage. For her weapons, I just went off of an image I found on the Wikipedia. I don't know anything about guns either, so I did the best that I could.

As for her personality, it was difficult. I could swear up and down that I have her following orders unquestioningly to the letter as you described at least twice in her personality despite the doubt I gave her, and described as much in her roleplay examples (which I admit are weak in their own right), but I could be wrong.

Where is this information about this character, that I could have used to improve my application? If the structural integrity of someone else's application is being used to grade mine, then I personally don't think that is fair, since no two people are going to play a character the same way. I was granted full creative freedom with Heinkel, and that's what I tried to do--that means including developing her some beyond the fight in London. Am I not allowed to have creative liberties with a canon? Is Heinkel strictly a mini-Anderson and no more can be done with her? Can I not explore the character and have her be affected after the events of London? If that is indeed the case and canon characters are completely static, then I would rather not play any canon period. If that isn't the case, then it's clear I don't have Heinkel down, and don't deserve to play her.

I don't say this to argue with or scathe anyone. I accept your decisions, and await the final verdict with what dignity I can muster at this point xD I much prefer you guys disapprove on my ability and confidence--which you are, and I appreciate that--rather than some tidbits of information that seem to be misaligned. But there are just some things I wanted to bring up. If you guys don't think I can fill the enormous shoes left for Heinkel, then I won't try. No hard feelings or anything. I tried, and I failed. And that's okay.

My friends...I like Wolfe. I love Wolfe! I love every aspect of Wolfe that can be spread across the face of the earth! I love customized (aka NOT DESERT EAGLE) handguns! I love emotional dependencies! I love confidence issues and crippling gender confusion! Anywho, now that my half-hearted Major impression is done with, I do kinda like this application. I regards to the ethnicity and age, those are easy enough to fix if they become a sticking point. Even then, I've always considered the Austrian thing to be comparable to Hans Gunsche and Montana Max. They've become widely accepted by the community but they're not explicitly canon. The important part is being able to replicate Heinkel's accent which does show in the rp samples. It's present, but not over the top, it works.

As for the personality issues, that's something of a sketchy topic. The beauty of Heinkel (and most of the Iscariots save Enrico) is that we get a nice introduction to how she IS but we're left in the dark about how she got there. Why does this nun wear clerics? Why is she so calm when he partners are raving berserkers? That's what's so interesting to ponder and because of that, each and every person that takes her up will plant her roots in different ways and have her develop in different ways. I read an old Heinkel sheet that implied she has frequent suicidal tendencies. I emphasized a feeling of unworthiness stemming from the circumstances of her birth in my own sheet. You've taken some chances in going this direction with the character, but that's not bad. You're making it your own and I respect that. It's not my path, but I can understand how it works.

Lastly, we come to the issue of the roleplay itself. At first, the phone conversation where Heinkel is addressing her subordinates struck me as odd but as I read it, I started to see the exasperation that Wolfe exhibits with bullshit in the manga/OVA and it started coming together nicely for me. Everybody lacks confidence when starting a new role, that comes with time and experience. What you have though, is an in depth history playing Iscariots and getting inside their heads. Beyond that, and perhaps most importantly, you're a wonderful writer. I can't necessarily make somebody a good writer, but I can certainly help polish up spots here and there when it comes to Iscariots.

Before I ramble on any longer, I just wanna say that I have faith in this sheet. I have faith in you as Heinkel. Sheets may be a first impression but I've always been more concerned with how you roleplay once the sheet is out of the way. You can pull off Heinkel IC. You have my support and approval.

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I didn't disapprove anything,

I just have a way on how I view Heinkle which tends to differ from some people which is why I am holding off my vote to see what the other staff feels about this sheet. Canons are difficult to pull off, and we don't discourage adding a little flair to a canon to distinguish you from others, if anyone, had played that particular canon. What one staff member may see as a problem, another may not. Which is why we have the voting system for sheet approval.

and you better thank Anderson for his comments. After reading what he had to say I found myself pondering on my own experiences. And particularly my first canon, and I believe my first character on this site, Luke Valentine. Now there was an entirely different staff then, but I remember the challenge it is to do a canon and try and stick to the common belief but try and make it your own too. Which why I love OC's because the possibilities are virtually endless. Hell even when I was doing my Major app, our past Majors just focused on the whole destroying things and causing war left and right, and I wanted to change that outlook on him to a person who calculates every move and plans things out carefully before acting on impulse. So I find myself now at a crossroad, But I will give the same chance that was given when I applied for any of the canons I played on this site.

Though I will ask that you edit the age to at least be closer to our current Maxwell's (29) since it is heavily implied that they grew up together.

All I ask, is don't make me second guess my judgement, I'm a gullible guy. I like trusting people that they will do a good job.

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95% certain she's Austrian, based off the English manga's wording and her voice in the dub (and sort of the original). Accents are something I'm fairly good at picking out, but it's nothing big, since it's not actually canon as to where she's from.

While I usually don't like the idea of giving someone so new a canon role, I'm generally pleased with what you've got here and I enjoyed your first sheet, too. That aside, we seriously need more non-staff canons, so this works both ways. I can't see any major flaws in your interpretation of the character.

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