SS-Sturmann Verner Fuchs


A square jaw, straight nose, and sunken gaze mark this man as one that has already seen too many days out amongst the trenches, but no more than thirty winters, and hints at a Slavic heritage. His head has been shaven, as is customary, with only the slightest bits of stubble to give off the month or so of growth. A single scar starts at the outer corner of his left eye and runs back along his temple, a testament to shrapnel that got far too close for his own good.

He is dressed in the Waffen-SS Dot 44 oak leaf camouflage smock and pants. On his jacket lapel is pinned his rank, SS-Sturmann. His brown shirt can just be seen, complete with black tie, peeking out from under the camouflage smock. He's got a matching helmet cover and camouflage belt, with a black SS symbol machined on the buckle. His pants are worn over the top of his dark brown boots and are tied secure around the ankles.


Verner Fuchs was born in Magdeburg, Germany in 1898 to Afred and Bluma Fuchs. Later on came his twin brothers, Abelard and Raynard. Early life for Verner was surprisingly one of adequate privelege. His father, a former officer in the Imperial Army turned politician, managed to provide well for his family, making sure little Verner and his brothers were properly educated and overseen, with their mother doting on them as only mothers can do.

Despite the opportunities that awaited him, Verner has always had an eye on the past, in particular the past of his father. The only studies that were of use to him were the ones that helped him fight, from tactics to combat. At the age of 16 he tried, twice, to enroll, however he found himself denied at each turn by his father's connections. It wasn't until tried near his eightteenth birthday, with a war on, that he was finally able to get that acceptance he sought.

Verner served in WWI as an infantryman for the Imperial Army, and in many ways has been in the right place at the right time. When the Brownshirts started looking for recruits, he happened to be at a 'party' and was dragged away in the tide of showing up. During the Beer Hall Putsch in Munich, he was one of the platoon that forced the panicked citizens to remain inside, which eventually led to a rank within the Liebstandarte SS Adolf Hitler.

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