» Introduction
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors

The room was dark. Water dripped from broken pipes somewhere in the walls creating long running streaks of stains down to the floors. There was only a single lightbaulb hung in this room and it was not on, it swung back and forth on a chain that attached to the ceiling. The switch was the only break in the walls for there was no pictures, wallpaper, or even windows in this room. A single three legged stool stood under the light, unoccupied. The entire aura of the room was tense, something was going to happen. The dank air hung heavily upon your lungs as you waited silently in the corner, staring at the door opposite you, waiting for it to open. Your eyes were beginning to ache from straining them trying to see in the non-existant light. You sigh as you shift position in your seat.

Suddenly the door was thrown open flooding the room with a white glow emitted from the neon lights in the hallway. Three beings barged into the room. There was a very burly man accompanied by an equally muscular elephante. They looked mean and held a very commanding air, their police uniforms were immaculate and the silver buttons and badges gleamed with a polished look. Between them, the two supported a small aisha who looked as though he had just run the length of the neopian island several times over without stopping. His whole form shuddered as he gasped for breath, he could barely support himself on his own two feet. The aisha's entire being was hunched over and he was putting up a struggle of any kind. He had long since accepted defeat and submitted himself to the law.

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Stats

Full Name - Kessler Friedrich Adlersfluegel

Gender - Male
Species - Aisha
Age - Twenty-One
Birthday - March 6th, 1895
Height - 5' 6
Level - 5
Owner - dogfighting
Time Frame - 1914-1919. WWI era
Nationality - Austrian/German
Eye Color - Blue
Fur Color - a wiry Sandy brown with dark brown stripes. A white tip on his tail and a scar over his right eye. He is blind in that eye. His second pair of ears are white with sandy brown ear-stalks with three dark brown stripes in descension down them.
Occupation - Corporal in the Imperial German Army, Bavarian Wing
Uniform - The standard private uniform consisting of a Steel blue shirt with gray pants. Black belt and standard helmet. Black Boots with white leg wraps.
Non-Neopets Home - Austria. A small town just south of the German-Austrian border.
Strength - 15
Defence - 17
Movement - 13
Intelligence - 13

Referance Sheet

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His Past

Kessler Adlersfluegel grew up in a small town just north of the Central/Terror Mountain border. His father was a well respected blacksmith in the town, and if time was let alone to continue on its way Adlersfluegel would have followed in his fathers footsteps and taken over the family business when he was older. Kessler never knew his mother because she passed away when he was very young, so he never got a chance to grow attached to her. All he remembers of her is a soft voice and a warm embrace.

Kessler's father wanted him to become a blacksmith. But, this, unfortunately did not happen. Kessler had other plans, he wanted to be come an a professor of archeology. He would have prefered that then spending the rest of his grown life in the heat of a blacksmith's shop. Though his father had enough money to keep the family afloat, he did not have the resources to send young Adlersfluegel to a high education for his archeology. But the Young Aisha got lucky. A distant Relative that he never knew he had left the family a large fortune, and immediately Kessler was blessed with a grant to one of the most prestigious schools for the ancient world in all of Neopia.

Adlersfluegel was no smater or more intelligent that an average neopet, but he always had the luck of being at the right place at the right time. He was admitted to the school near the end of the class list on grade scores. From then on the road to Adlersfluegel's dream of archeology seemed like a clear shot, the dreams of traveling the world in search of ancient clues to lost civilizatioins had always fascinated the young aisha. His luck of being in the right place at the right time once again presented itself to him, for one day one of the professors at his academy was going to be heading an expedition to the Lost Desert and he was to be taking students with him. Adlersfluegel managed to be one of the lucky four chosen.

The Lost Desert expedition was otherwise a complete and total failure, for nothing was found in the dig sites that were chosen. Though AdlersfÃ¼gel did manage to find something of supposed value that he never shared with his professor. A small scarab shaped object that looked to be some sort of amulet. He forever would wear that around his neck. Hidden From the world, Kessler believed that the amulet was lucky and therefore he almost never took it off. Later, after some research he found that it was a basic amulet for protection, but who it belonged to baffeled him, since it was far more ornate than any other that he had seen in his textbooks.

Before the young aisha could do more research of any kind, the expedition had to come back to Neopian Central empty handed and having nothing to show for their efforts. However, Kessler was happy. He had proven to himself that his dream could be made into a reality. This dream however was to be derived sharply from its given course for stange things were happening in the South. Tensions were growing and politics were becoming more and more common place on the street and in the evening newspapers. At first young Adlersfluegel thought nothing of it, for he did not care for politics, but the more common it became the more he was forced to listen.

One day, The Neopian world came to fight against itself and Kessler was swept up in the wave of national support and twisted fantasy of glory from fighting. He soon enlisted along with other young pets of his same age of twenty-one. But still sooner yet, He would be regretting that Desicion for despite the amulet, nothing could protect him from the rages of war.

His Story

+ Serve Your Country___

The sunlight shone a sickly pale color that gray autumn morning. The temperatures had been slowly dropping signifying the change in the weather and slowly but surely the town was closing itself up for the winter.

The town was isolated enough that it could keep away form the world if its citizens allowed, yet open enough to have news reach it in a matter of hours. It was nestled cozily in between two great mountains that flanked its outer circle. The houses that were built there were from ages long passed and had been passed down through families from father to son and still stood proudly today in the modern world. They were sturdy structures, made of wood that had proven itself against the harsh winters and sweltering summers and held firm against storm and rain. At almost the exact center of the town was a stone fountain that had long since stopped working, but was merely kept there for emotional purposes.

Most of the town's most influential citizens lived near the center, around the fountain. A gentle snow was falling and was dusting the buildings with little white hands; it muffled most of the sound except for the clanging of metal upon metal. A closer look at wear this sound was coming from what appeared to be an open room just adjacent to the main house structure. An iron sign with stunningly crafted designs hung from the roof over the street. "Black Smith" it read in fancy gold lettering that was starting to peel away form the sign from years of being subject to the forces of nature. The amount of heat being emitted from the building was extraordinary, though it was a perfectly normal condition to be working in for a black smith. A small figure darted around the assortment of machines that cluttered up the open building. He obviously was the black smith for he wore a leather apron which held all his assorted tools. He was also covered from head to toe in black soot and grime. No this trade was not an easy one.

He wore a mask over his eyes to protect them from the heat as he quickly flew to the furnace. Using an iron claw, He pulled out a rod of iron, the end was molten and glowing a warm golden color. The figure instantly slammed the rod down over the work table and started pounding away at it with a hammer which he had drawn from his belt. Minutes passed and the object suddenly started to take shape. Curving in the middle and softening out at the ends, it was turning slowly into a horse shoe. A few minutes more passed and the blacksmith, using the claw again, took the horse shoe and dipped it into a barrel full of water that rested at the side of the building. A great hiss erupted from where the molten iron met the water, steam leapt into the air.

Leaning the iron claw in the barrel the blacksmith let his back rest against the wall of the house. He slipped off the mask and exposed his features more clearly. He was obviously of the aisha species, but a rather short specimen. Only the fur around his eyes remained its true color of a faded tan split by dark brown stripes. His build was on the scrawny side. The aisha was panting from the heat inside the building that he just escaped, his tail unconsciously wrapped around his legs. He wore a dirty crÃ¨me color shirt and faded black pants. He had long since rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and that was obvious when he wiped his forehead with his arm. Black hair was slicked down over his head. His eyes were of a strange blue hue that complimented his fur color quite nicely. All together he did no appear to be very old. Looking around him he enjoyed the few moments of break that he took every so often. This one would be short; he had to get the orders of horse shoes done for the stable by three o' clock that afternoon by himself. Usually his father would have been helping him, but his senior was asleep in bead, sick with the ever common case of Kikoughela.

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+ The Midnight Patrol___

+ Wounded & Armistice___

+ I want No Part___

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