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Character Name: Bruno Webber (Civilian)
Rank: Other
Nationality: German
History: Bruno Adeluef Webber was born unknown to the world. He was just a child birthed by parents he would never meet; family he will never be around. The child was born alone.
His parents, they were not necessarily “good” people to Aryan standards. His father, Richard Duntz, was a Jewish con-artist/gangster who scammed the already hurting German civilians for more worthless currency. Richard was born to a gypsy family sometime before the Great War. Richard lived his life traveling around, performing for anyone who was willing to watch. At times this did bring food to the makeshift table, other times, it brought nothing. His childhood was a hit-and-miss. Richard never met his parents, supposedly they died- but truthfully they were alive, looking for their son.
Richard was stolen as a baby. He was simply taken from the hospital and raised in a desperate gypsy family. But Richard was not alone, he had siblings, but they were stolen also. It was family of forced circus acts. Luckily, the family was of German breed, so his last name traced to them. Despite being raised in a German home, Richard found it easier to identify himself as Jewish. But as the years after the war formed, Richard had to hold his German last name- for his safety. As hatred against the Jewish community molded in society, Richard could only sit back and watch. He picked up the habit of thieving money, or inflating the prices of performances just to scratch a quick buck. Surprisingly it worked. Because of his scheme, he was able to retrieve 5,000 marks in a couple of days.
The young man continued to dupe the average mind for money. Eventually his “family” refused to support him any longer. They shunned Richard, forcing him to reside on the streets. The Duntz’s kept the money, leaving Richard poor and desperate. Being at such a state, he lost his clear judgment and morals, resulting in joining an underground Jewish gang. These men would terrorize, steal, vandalize, and murder many Germans. This circus act continued- only getting more organized and dangerous in each passing year. While identifying himself in a dangerous light, Richard met a girl by the name of Adele.
Adele Flitgz was the quiet yet beautiful baker’s daughter. She would secretly aid the gang Richard was in, sending off goods and information. The young girl was born during the turmoil of the Great War. She was raised in the German city of Berlin, residing there her whole life. She was the middle child of five. Adele spent her youth trying to identify with her older brothers, but having to protect her younger sisters also. It was a constant struggle which led her to take beatings that were meant for her siblings. The girl held resentment for her family, resulting in her troubled ways. To keep her mind busy, Adele would work in her family’s bakery, trying to help the growing hunger in Berlin. Her family began to hold hatred for the Jews, foolishly listening to the words that one man deemed was fact. But she was too clever. Adele pretended to agree with the impending socialist party, well she had to. The young woman ended up helping the underground gangs when a few would end up in the shop to purchase food.
This led to her attraction to an older gang boy by the name of Richard Duntz. Her parents knew that the boys that would visit the bakery were up to no good, because of this, they forbade Adele from seeing any of them and banned them from the bakery. (on both Jewish and criminal backgrounds) This small hiccup did not prevent Adele from giving the gang food or seeing Richard.
Eventually, the two began to know each other- falling in the trap of love. But this love produced much trouble than flowers. The stigma and taboo of a German together with a Jew began to cause strain between Adele and her family. He father, unknown to the secret relationship, tried to introduce his daughter to men like her. The young woman would refuse the men’s advances, which angered her father. Adele was faced with a choice of marrying a wealthy man named Rudolf Stienmer, or to live on the streets. Not wanting to live on the cold streets, Adele complied, and married this man. She hated every waking moment of her marriage, but she kept a smile on her lips to appease her family and husband.
Despite the ties to Stienmar, Adele would continue to see Richard. She knew that her heart was with the Jew, but her mind was on her husband. With a couple of foolish decisions, the German woman was with Richard’s child. Not wanting to face embarrassment or public scrutiny, the young woman claimed that the baby was Rudolf’s- but her husband was not that clueless.
Throughout Adele’s pregnancy, Rudolf would warn her about baring and keeping the child- threatening to testify against her and have the child killed. Those warnings remained in her mind, causing many restless nights and broken emotions. On a bright day in 1933, Adele gave birth to a son. She loved him with every part of her being, but she could not keep him. With the hours she had with her child, Adele gave him the name Bruno Adeluef Webber, gracing the boy with a close name. While in rest, a caring maid wrapped Bruno in a blanket, gently placing him in a basket with a name card and a picture of his mother. From a request, the maid stole way into the twilight, carrying the babe to the city. The maid made her way through the streets, eventually stumbling upon a Catholic orphanage. With a final look at the sleeping baby, the maid set the basket on the doorstep- ringing the bell and abandoning the child.
Bruno was raised under the care of the orphanage. He developed a few bonds with some children, but he only had one friend named Isaac. He and Isaac would spend hours causing mischief, which led to isolation. Bruno would play many games with his friend, gathering around the radio in the evenings to hear Hitler or plays. The child could never understand what was going on, or why people were disappearing, but he never thought that it would happen to someone he knew. It all happened that one day. Everything was normal until suddenly the children from Jewish or Gypsy origin were being rounded up and led out of the orphanage. Bruno watched with his blues various children that he played with and talked to being taken up and sent to the unknown. He heard cries and pleas from the children, but they fell on deaf ears. Young Bruno did not understand what was going on; all he could do was watch. He did not show any outwards emotions until Isaac was a part of the children being led out of the house.
Tears began to burst forth Bruno’s eyes, as he saw Isaac being pushed out of the house. For a final moment, their eyes met, both filled with sorrow and fear. Then stillness filled the orphanage was the remaining Aryan children were lost in questions. A few, along with Bruno would ask why some of the children were being sent away- and where to. From the headmistress and some of the caretakers, the boy was met with cold silence. It was not until an older boy told Bruno why his friend was gone and the others- because of Hilter’s laws. For days, Bruno was mute and aloof- thinking about what the older child told him, lost in the sea of wonders and unanswered questions. He hated being alone, stuck in the same routine of waking up and hoping to get adopted by some German family.
Writing Sample: December 24, 1940.[/i]
The orphanage was warm and decorated for the arrival of Christmas morning. Many children made their gingerbread homes that only they could appreciate. Others tended to the grand tree in the foyer, or their individual pines in their rooms. But young Bruno did not partake in any of it. He was still saddened by the lack of his friend, the lack of chaos the two would cause during this time of year. He wished that he could go to where Isaac was going, to be with him and have fun still, but he couldn’t and for a good reason.
“Bruno, why are you not participating? Don’t you want to make a house?”[/i]
The young child looked up at the caretaker, she was wearing a smile on her lips but Bruno did not return it. He only shrugged and turned his head away, resting it on his drawn knees. He clearly did not want to talk more than he has to; well he never wanted to utter a word since Isaac was sent away. With a sigh, the woman sat next to Bruno. It was rather uncomfortable for her, since the child was sitting on the hard floor and not a chair. He was quite a peculiar child indeed. The woman leaned a bit closer to the boy, hoping for him to open up.
“You have been silent since some of the children were taken away, is that what you are still upset about Bruno?”[/i]
The woman’s soft voice and question caused Bruno to raise his head and turning to face the woman beside him. He gave a quick nod, nearly messing up his hair. With a chuckle, the woman continued to talk to the boy. She wanted to ease his sadness about the incident, but she was unsure whether Bruno would finally talk to her, or acknowledge what she was saying- well because of his young age, she’ll have to sugar coat it for now. Hoping that one day, someone-somewhere would guide the child, giving him the answers she could not give.
“Well. To make you feel better, Isaac was sent to somewhere to be with a family. He- he’ll want you to have fun Bruno. Maybe one day you two will see each other again.”[/i]
It pained the caretaker to tell the child that lie. All of what she said was a lie. Because Isaac was of Jewish origin, he was taken away to a camp or is most likely dead. But the woman did not want to destroy the boy any further, or to give him information that he was not ready for. This was not the only child she lied to, most of the German children in the orphanage believed the white lie- maybe a few more mature ones are more clever, but they kept their mouths shut thus far. Bruno sat up a bit more, taking in what the lady told him.
“So… Isaac is alright? Is he still stealing cookies?”
Bruno finally spoke to the lady, allowing his imagination and curiosity to manifest in the question. He kept his position, but he opened himself up a little bit more. He silently hoped what the caretaker told him was the truth, well it had to be. With a smile and a nod, the woman gave him a quiet reassurance. Now beaming, Bruno stood up from his uncomfortable seat on the ground, running over to join the other children in making pitiful gingerbread houses and creating juvenile wishlists.
* username: bruno
Rank: Other
Nationality: German
History: Bruno Adeluef Webber was born unknown to the world. He was just a child birthed by parents he would never meet; family he will never be around. The child was born alone.
His parents, they were not necessarily “good” people to Aryan standards. His father, Richard Duntz, was a Jewish con-artist/gangster who scammed the already hurting German civilians for more worthless currency. Richard was born to a gypsy family sometime before the Great War. Richard lived his life traveling around, performing for anyone who was willing to watch. At times this did bring food to the makeshift table, other times, it brought nothing. His childhood was a hit-and-miss. Richard never met his parents, supposedly they died- but truthfully they were alive, looking for their son.
Richard was stolen as a baby. He was simply taken from the hospital and raised in a desperate gypsy family. But Richard was not alone, he had siblings, but they were stolen also. It was family of forced circus acts. Luckily, the family was of German breed, so his last name traced to them. Despite being raised in a German home, Richard found it easier to identify himself as Jewish. But as the years after the war formed, Richard had to hold his German last name- for his safety. As hatred against the Jewish community molded in society, Richard could only sit back and watch. He picked up the habit of thieving money, or inflating the prices of performances just to scratch a quick buck. Surprisingly it worked. Because of his scheme, he was able to retrieve 5,000 marks in a couple of days.
The young man continued to dupe the average mind for money. Eventually his “family” refused to support him any longer. They shunned Richard, forcing him to reside on the streets. The Duntz’s kept the money, leaving Richard poor and desperate. Being at such a state, he lost his clear judgment and morals, resulting in joining an underground Jewish gang. These men would terrorize, steal, vandalize, and murder many Germans. This circus act continued- only getting more organized and dangerous in each passing year. While identifying himself in a dangerous light, Richard met a girl by the name of Adele.
Adele Flitgz was the quiet yet beautiful baker’s daughter. She would secretly aid the gang Richard was in, sending off goods and information. The young girl was born during the turmoil of the Great War. She was raised in the German city of Berlin, residing there her whole life. She was the middle child of five. Adele spent her youth trying to identify with her older brothers, but having to protect her younger sisters also. It was a constant struggle which led her to take beatings that were meant for her siblings. The girl held resentment for her family, resulting in her troubled ways. To keep her mind busy, Adele would work in her family’s bakery, trying to help the growing hunger in Berlin. Her family began to hold hatred for the Jews, foolishly listening to the words that one man deemed was fact. But she was too clever. Adele pretended to agree with the impending socialist party, well she had to. The young woman ended up helping the underground gangs when a few would end up in the shop to purchase food.
This led to her attraction to an older gang boy by the name of Richard Duntz. Her parents knew that the boys that would visit the bakery were up to no good, because of this, they forbade Adele from seeing any of them and banned them from the bakery. (on both Jewish and criminal backgrounds) This small hiccup did not prevent Adele from giving the gang food or seeing Richard.
Eventually, the two began to know each other- falling in the trap of love. But this love produced much trouble than flowers. The stigma and taboo of a German together with a Jew began to cause strain between Adele and her family. He father, unknown to the secret relationship, tried to introduce his daughter to men like her. The young woman would refuse the men’s advances, which angered her father. Adele was faced with a choice of marrying a wealthy man named Rudolf Stienmer, or to live on the streets. Not wanting to live on the cold streets, Adele complied, and married this man. She hated every waking moment of her marriage, but she kept a smile on her lips to appease her family and husband.
Despite the ties to Stienmar, Adele would continue to see Richard. She knew that her heart was with the Jew, but her mind was on her husband. With a couple of foolish decisions, the German woman was with Richard’s child. Not wanting to face embarrassment or public scrutiny, the young woman claimed that the baby was Rudolf’s- but her husband was not that clueless.
Throughout Adele’s pregnancy, Rudolf would warn her about baring and keeping the child- threatening to testify against her and have the child killed. Those warnings remained in her mind, causing many restless nights and broken emotions. On a bright day in 1933, Adele gave birth to a son. She loved him with every part of her being, but she could not keep him. With the hours she had with her child, Adele gave him the name Bruno Adeluef Webber, gracing the boy with a close name. While in rest, a caring maid wrapped Bruno in a blanket, gently placing him in a basket with a name card and a picture of his mother. From a request, the maid stole way into the twilight, carrying the babe to the city. The maid made her way through the streets, eventually stumbling upon a Catholic orphanage. With a final look at the sleeping baby, the maid set the basket on the doorstep- ringing the bell and abandoning the child.
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Bruno was raised under the care of the orphanage. He developed a few bonds with some children, but he only had one friend named Isaac. He and Isaac would spend hours causing mischief, which led to isolation. Bruno would play many games with his friend, gathering around the radio in the evenings to hear Hitler or plays. The child could never understand what was going on, or why people were disappearing, but he never thought that it would happen to someone he knew. It all happened that one day. Everything was normal until suddenly the children from Jewish or Gypsy origin were being rounded up and led out of the orphanage. Bruno watched with his blues various children that he played with and talked to being taken up and sent to the unknown. He heard cries and pleas from the children, but they fell on deaf ears. Young Bruno did not understand what was going on; all he could do was watch. He did not show any outwards emotions until Isaac was a part of the children being led out of the house.
Tears began to burst forth Bruno’s eyes, as he saw Isaac being pushed out of the house. For a final moment, their eyes met, both filled with sorrow and fear. Then stillness filled the orphanage was the remaining Aryan children were lost in questions. A few, along with Bruno would ask why some of the children were being sent away- and where to. From the headmistress and some of the caretakers, the boy was met with cold silence. It was not until an older boy told Bruno why his friend was gone and the others- because of Hilter’s laws. For days, Bruno was mute and aloof- thinking about what the older child told him, lost in the sea of wonders and unanswered questions. He hated being alone, stuck in the same routine of waking up and hoping to get adopted by some German family.
Writing Sample: December 24, 1940.[/i]
The orphanage was warm and decorated for the arrival of Christmas morning. Many children made their gingerbread homes that only they could appreciate. Others tended to the grand tree in the foyer, or their individual pines in their rooms. But young Bruno did not partake in any of it. He was still saddened by the lack of his friend, the lack of chaos the two would cause during this time of year. He wished that he could go to where Isaac was going, to be with him and have fun still, but he couldn’t and for a good reason.
“Bruno, why are you not participating? Don’t you want to make a house?”[/i]
The young child looked up at the caretaker, she was wearing a smile on her lips but Bruno did not return it. He only shrugged and turned his head away, resting it on his drawn knees. He clearly did not want to talk more than he has to; well he never wanted to utter a word since Isaac was sent away. With a sigh, the woman sat next to Bruno. It was rather uncomfortable for her, since the child was sitting on the hard floor and not a chair. He was quite a peculiar child indeed. The woman leaned a bit closer to the boy, hoping for him to open up.
“You have been silent since some of the children were taken away, is that what you are still upset about Bruno?”[/i]
The woman’s soft voice and question caused Bruno to raise his head and turning to face the woman beside him. He gave a quick nod, nearly messing up his hair. With a chuckle, the woman continued to talk to the boy. She wanted to ease his sadness about the incident, but she was unsure whether Bruno would finally talk to her, or acknowledge what she was saying- well because of his young age, she’ll have to sugar coat it for now. Hoping that one day, someone-somewhere would guide the child, giving him the answers she could not give.
“Well. To make you feel better, Isaac was sent to somewhere to be with a family. He- he’ll want you to have fun Bruno. Maybe one day you two will see each other again.”[/i]
It pained the caretaker to tell the child that lie. All of what she said was a lie. Because Isaac was of Jewish origin, he was taken away to a camp or is most likely dead. But the woman did not want to destroy the boy any further, or to give him information that he was not ready for. This was not the only child she lied to, most of the German children in the orphanage believed the white lie- maybe a few more mature ones are more clever, but they kept their mouths shut thus far. Bruno sat up a bit more, taking in what the lady told him.
“So… Isaac is alright? Is he still stealing cookies?”
Bruno finally spoke to the lady, allowing his imagination and curiosity to manifest in the question. He kept his position, but he opened himself up a little bit more. He silently hoped what the caretaker told him was the truth, well it had to be. With a smile and a nod, the woman gave him a quiet reassurance. Now beaming, Bruno stood up from his uncomfortable seat on the ground, running over to join the other children in making pitiful gingerbread houses and creating juvenile wishlists.
* username: bruno
