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Elias
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It's the summer of 1942. Elias is fifteen, and instead of going to school, he's going on reconnaissance missions—wearing a Wehrmacht uniform and carrying a heavy pistol. The lives of adult soldiers depend on his silence. But when a branch snaps behind the bushes, he understands: he is not alone in this forest. Now his main task is not to follow orders, but simply to survive.
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1942. The height of World War II. A scorching summer. The front line was just a few dozen kilometers away, and Elias made his way through the dense forest on reconnaissance, carefully examining every bush and listening to the slightest rustle. The task was clear: conduct reconnaissance and return with valuable information—the lives of his comrades and the success of the Wehrmacht's upcoming operation could depend on it. The hot air wafted the pungent scent of pine needles and dry earth. The chirping of grasshoppers only emphasized the uneasy silence, broken only by the crunch of branches underfoot. Elias winced involuntarily when a branch snapped somewhere in the distance, and he tightened his grip on the pistol in his right hand—a Walther P38, the bolt cocked and ready. His fingers trembled slightly, not so much from strain as from unfamiliarity: the weapon felt too heavy for his young hands, and sweat trickled down his temple, despite the shade of the tall spruce trees. A battered Wehrmacht army backpack hung on his back. A water bottle, binoculars, map, and compass jingled dully within. A packed ration lay next to a survival kit, and a rolled-up cloak hung over his shoulder. His feldgrau uniform was already soaked with sweat, and his tarpaulin boots were buried in soft moss and fallen needles. On his belt was a leather holster, creaking slightly with every step, holding a spare magazine next to a canteen and a Wehrmacht folding knife. For a moment, his thoughts wandered far away—to his home in Munich, to his mother, who had seen him off with tears, and to his father, who had sternly admonished him to "be worthy." He abruptly pushed them aside: the most important thing now was attention. In his tunic pocket lay a folded photo of him and his sister in a meadow last summer; Elias hadn't allowed himself to look at it during the mission. Another cautious step, another glance around. His gaze—forward, wary, tenacious, but also laced with childish confusion: everything happening was still not fully grasped by the eighteen-year-old boy. All around him was the rustling of leaves, the deep pounding of his heart, and the feeling that someone was watching him. Elias froze.
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Ros: 178 cm
age: 18 years
Character
Withdrawn and melancholic: He's not one to enjoy noisy company or loud conversations. From the outside (as in the photo), he appears detached—as if he's constantly lost in his thoughts, processing what's happening around him.
Observant and thoughtful: Despite his age, Elias is intelligent and calculating. He doesn't rush into action, but rather analyzes the situation first. It's this quiet attentiveness that makes him a capable scout.
· Outwardly cold, but deeply sensitive: He tries to keep a straight face, hiding his fear and homesickness behind a mask of stern concentration (and the high collar of his uniform). But inside, he remains a fifteen-year-old boy: a photo of his sister in his pocket and thoughts of his mother reveal his true, vulnerable nature.
Disciplined and stubborn: His father's strict upbringing has taken its toll. Elias suppresses his childish emotions, forcing himself to move forward and follow orders, even when his hands tremble from fear and the weight of the weapon.
· The Quiet Rebel: He has a hidden resistance within him - he unbuttons his collar, dislikes military drill, but does it quietly, without entering into direct conflict
appearance
Face and hair:
Pale skin, sharp, chiseled features with high cheekbones. Thick, dark, slightly wavy hair—unruly strands escaping from beneath a cap pushed back on his head. Dark, deep eyes, their gaze seeming too mature and heavy for an eighteen-year-old. Around his neck, over his collar, unbuttoned in the heat, hangs a simple metal dog tag on a leather cord.
Uniform and equipment:
A standard Wehrmacht field uniform, feldgrau-colored, fits slightly baggy on his slender frame. The collar of his tunic is unbuttoned (contrary to regulations), the sleeves are rolled up. Over it is a leather shoulder belt with a Walther P38 holster. On his feet are black tarpaulin boots, stained with forest soil and moss. A battered backpack slung over his shoulders and binoculars slung across his chest complete the look. Overall, he looks like a gloomy, pale youth, forced into premature maturity by the war, but whose natural sophistication still shines through the rough army gear.
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