Eduard Hossfeld
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A vulture who once picked through the corpses of old cities, Eduard Hossfeld has "retired" to become one of Dornie's militiamen, offering his skills as a hired gun and commando to the settlement's defense. Outwardly friendly and sensible, he has no time for fakes or frauds, greeting everyone he meets with an authenticity and warmness of character, and keeping a number of foreign superstitions that may seem out of sorts for a professional thug, but mark him as genuinely him.

Info

Full Name: Eduard Hossfeld
Age: 47
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Blue

Status: Alive
Occupation: Soldier
Origin: Saumur, France
Allegiance: Clan Rowntree

First Seen: Just Passing Through
Last Seen:

Description: It's easy to spark surprise when one doesn't look as weathered as they should, but that is exactly how Eduard looks. At a solid five feet, nine inches tall with light brown hair, he doesn't particularly stand out in most crowds. Blue eyes may be his most striking feature, and even they don't seem at all out of the ordinary.

A grey overcoat and scarf are the only garments he typically wears that have any semblance of "good condition." The rest of his clothing, from shirt to trousers, is a mishmash of styles and patches that aren't quite the right color. The other other exception are his boots, made in an ancient military style, in excellent shape and polished to a shine in an ancient military tradition.

Family:

  • Numerous

Portrayed by: Thomas Kretschmann


History

Although born in France, Eduard Hossfeld’s family originated from Germany (although where exactly is lost to time). Rather than remaining stationary at a given settlement, die Aasgeiern- “the Vultures”- as they began to call themselves, traveled the land. On occasion, they hired themselves out as mercenaries, but their primary profession was to enter the corpses of the old cities and scavenge for materials that could be trade for necessities (which were primary food, weapons, and ammunition). As required by his birth, his upbringing, his training and his own desire, Eduard began learning the ways of the scavenger as soon as he was old enough to use bolt cutters.

Life as a scavenger was anything but safe. By the time he’d turned 16, Eduard had already become well acquainted with death, having lost several friends, cousins, two uncles, and an aunt to das jagd entsetzen, or “the hunting horrors” that were found in cities, as well as to roving bands of raiders and thieves. The overwhelming need for caution, careful planning, stealth, and tactics allowed only the best, brightest, and toughest to survive, and in the course of surviving, Eduard became one of the groups most valuable kommandos, moving from participating in scavenging raids, to leading them and ultimately planning them as well, holding his position over years even as the make-up of the group changed as people were born and died, came and left.

Die Aasgeiern were not the only scavengers picking over the urban corpses that humanity left behind. As time went on, the cities were picked over more and more thoroughly, and gradually the return on scavenging began to decline. In some areas it was especially bad, and when unable to hire themselves as mercenaries, the only choice left to the group was to occasionally become raiders, some Eduard objected to strongly even though he understood the necessity of it. Although he could not prevent the raids, he was still left in charge of organizing them, using plans and strategies to avoid open assaults and threats and instead using kommandos to quietly steal what was needed. Although this earned him a reputation as being “soft” in some circles, the obvious wisdom earned him respect in far more.

At 31 years of age, Eduard had acquired enough political capital within die Aasgeiern that he was able to splinter off his own cadre of scavengers. Although originally moving west and southward into Spain, Eduard led his group northward back into France and then Germany, before moving back to France and eventually across the English Channel and further north to Scotland. On the British Isles, the group served more as a band of mercenary soldiers than scavengers, because the relatively shorter distances between old cities did not, in the (rightly) superstitious mind of Eduard, leave enough time for the hunting horrors to forget that they had been in the cities.

As the rest of the group began growing restless, unhappy with only working as hired thugs, Eduard decided finally that it was time for him to retire to a less dangerous line of work. Parting ways with the other scavengers amicably, he came to settle down- as much as he could- in the Scottish settlement of Dornie after hearing that they needed soldiers for their militia. With his years of expertise in hunting, scavenging, fieldcraft and perhaps most importantly, marksmanship, combat and commando tactics, it was both an easy and obvious decision.


Personality

Unsocial and dour are not words that well describe Eduard Hossfeld. Having spent most of his life living with the specter of death constantly breathing down his neck, he had decided that, since everyone he knew could die at any moment, the only sensible thing to do was to have only friends and strangers in his life; never simple “acquaintances.” He is happy and even eager to play the role of negotiator and diplomat when arguments and misunderstandings arise, believing that the world as it exists is no place for such things. In part, this stems from his own superstitions, but is perhaps largely because the unforgiving life of a scavenger meant making and keeping peace whenever possible because everyone quite literally relied on everyone else to stay alive. Survival takes precedent over facts, beliefs and pride in his eyes (because of all these, survival is the only one that can’t be left alone and addressed later).

Eduard generally is forward and upfront, doesn’t mince words, and speaks his mind in conversation, although he is not above using some “sugar” to soften the blow of a harsh truth by rephrasing words in a less aggressive light. At the same time, he has little patience for anyone he sees as inauthentic, or who is in some way fraudulent and presents themselves as something they are not.