Hochmann, Heinrich Johann

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CASE FILE: Amestrian Militant

”HAHAHAHAHAHAHA […]” – Mr. Popo, DBZ the Abridged Series
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FULL NAME:
→ Heinrich Johann Hochmann

AGE:
→ 36

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central, Ametris. Exact distinction of the birth place is not
available.

RACE:
→ Ametris Human

DEPARTMENT:
→ Das Amestrian Militär

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ Sixth of the Sixth month which comes after the second month of the year, if one reads it from behind. Thus we conclude that it is the 6th of April.

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HEIGHT:
→ 185

WEIGHT:
→ 83

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ A man who stands at a meter and eighty-five centimetres height with an eighty-three kilogram to support himself, Heinrich is a man of little to no physical deformities. Quite frankly the only deformation he has is one which he has hidden underneath that eyepatch over his right eye as that eye has been lost in an occasion that shall be enlightened in the history section of the man. Other than that his body is fully intact. Serving in the military, he is naturally outfitted with the most natural of all of an attire – A uniform that equals his rank, whichever it shall be. The common Amestrian uniform is what he has taken as his fitting choice of clothes for whatever occasion. He has naturally gathered enough spares, so that there is not a day which he must waste not dressed to take action. He wears a hat or cap that suits his uniform naturally, thought it appears to be a bit different from the usual ones. It has more the form of a cap which a general of sorts would have worn during days past. Either way he always wears his uniform, unless he sleeps. Then he does not wear his uniform.

Like most military men Heinrich keeps his body in shape. He has a body of the aforementioned height which is perfectly equipped with muscles to the point where his agility, as well as his strength and defence harmonize very well. He is not ripped, as some might call it, for that would decrease his ability to act quickly. He is not frail in terms of body, since that would leave him weak as a non-alchemist. He has a very good weight for his height, considering he is made up from a lot of muscle mass.

His face has a masculine and yet hardly friendly aspect to it. It is an edgy face and typically he will be seen carrying a serious face. Such is not an expression of discontent, normally, but merely a display of his personality, which is of the serious kind. Underneath that cap of his he carries blonde hair, though it is a dark shade of blonde. It is trimmed at the sides to a short few millimetres while at the top of his head is has been left a decent length and is usually parted in a line upwards from the outer point of his left eye, where the trimmed part shifts into the lengthy part. It is combed. It always is and thus creates the picture of a formidable man. His one remaining eye has a brown color and his eyebrows naturally fit with the color of his hair.

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PERSONALITY:
→ As a formidable warmonger Heinrich seems himself as nothing more than a soldier for father. Loyal in any and every aspect he will not fret when faced to put an end to someone he might have any sort of connection with. Generally speaking, Heinrich is not suited to be a social individual and if it wasn’t for his keen intellect he would probably not be able to do things as he does. Not saying that he is a manipulator of sorts, but merely that he is well educated in persuading people to think what he desires them to think. Still generally speaking: Heinrich has no apparent critical things about himself, he merely is the way his background dictates as to serve father well.

Nonetheless. One must illuminate what he actually does behave, as a military man he is only able to get that far by being a strong, yet easy to replace face amongst many. A little outlook at the man who is known as Heinrich Hochmann:

He is a man who, due to the loss of his right eye, desires to perceive as much of a scenery as possible. A scenery can be anything from a restaurant to a battlefield the size of a whole town or city. He will try to get as many impressions as possible and use the fragmented pieces which find themselves stored within his memory and put the puzzle pieces together. Thus he will get a good idea of what the scene allows him to do and what it does not.

When interacting with others on duty he will be a strikingly serious man. Fond of the discipline which the military dictates he would not dare disrespect a superior… That is, as long as the superior one knows what he is doing. Despite all, for the Artemis military he would not simply step forth into his own death if it does not benefit Father.
When interacting with others while off duty, it is likely that Heinrich appears hardly different. All in all, he is a serious man who has little things to enjoy. He does enjoy the natural luxury which Tobacco and Alcohol provide and is likely to go drinking with others. Yet in a round he will not necessarily join in when companions are ranting about superiors. Still, there might be times when the alcohol gets even to his head and he would eventually join in.

Not to forget is the part where Heinrich just simply lives with the apathetic flow that points towards emotions. Uncaring for who or what dies in what way. The most gruesome scenes of murder make him shed no bullet of sweat and quite honestly he feels nothing concerning either the scene of death, the dead person or a single care for what his companions might feel. He was trained to paint pictures of blood and gore all his life, thus he has just no need for pointless emotional cravings. Sexual interest is nothing more but two mere words to him who have no meaning in the least.

And the amusing part about this Heinrich is that he is a pure sexist twat. A misogyny asshole of unnatural proportions. Though usually he is much more friendly to children than to anybody else. He will expect young healthy boys to become hounds for the military, crippled or handicapped, to a certain point which can’t be balanced with something else, people/children to be as nice as to go die somewhere and girls he will expect to learn how to cook a proper meal and how to make a sandwich. Women altogether need to know how to cook and keep the house clean. A woman as a superior, is mostly a laughing matter to him as he can’t quite imagine that working out. His thoughts on what she does when she is supposed to give orders is that she prepares a meal for the male generals of the military who make the real decisions.



LOVE:
→ Cigarettes
Scotch Whiskey
Single Malt Whiskey
Bourbon
Discipline

HATE:
→ Lewd women
Laid-back military
Women in working places/military/alchemy (not exactly hate.. but you’ll see )
People who don’t know their place
Pretty much all nations, but Amestris

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HISTORY:
→ An orphaned child was taken in by the organization that dwells in the shadows. How amusing it must have been and how ideal too. A child with no family, no relatives and no relationships to anyone. Hence forth the child was not known by a name it might or might not have been given. It was merely a number that was to train for Father. Uncaring for their own benefits and absolutely loyal to Father, was the goal which that child amongst so many others was to bear. As such the child with the number 1489 would grow up, hidden from the face of the world and only on rare occasions the child would be fortunate enough to bear the glance of the sun’s warm personification on it’s skin. 1489 would grow to be a pale man one day, but it was not like any of those in the shadows would care. They should grow to be strong. Powerful fighters for the one known as Father.

Commonly they were all thrown together to train in the Bradley Fighting style. While some would be perfectly fit and equipped to fight in such a way as this style dictated, others would at one point or another be forced to drop out. Some were still useful to Father and were thus brought into a different Training Program… Others were not and those the organization disposed of. 1489 on the other hand excelled in the Bradley Fighting Style. Swift movements paired with the right amount of agility and sharp reflexes. Instinct above all else would sharpen the reflexes to the point where they were as sharp as the rapiers which the children would be swinging. In the group in which 1489 was training there were no females and that was not a problem. The children were trained to fail at social interaction and to strive not for sexual enjoyment. 1489 was the perfect example for that. An introverted child living solely for the cause it was given to live for – the striving of becoming a great soldier for Father. Building social contacts or anything of the sort was an absolutely obsolete thing for 1489. The apathetic nature towards the death of others they spent all their days with was attained comfortably as they had to slaughter one another from before they could even properly walk.

Years passed. 1489 grew stronger and stronger and eventually he was rewarded with a name, a date of birth, a background. Under that identity he would live from that day forth, until Father would order differently. Then he would take over the new name, date of birth and background. Now as a fully trained soldier, the child hence forth was known as Heinrich Johann Hochmann. The day he received that name he was already sent off to Drachma. A two man cell was formed between Heinrich and another one. Hochmann didn’t even bother to remember the name of that one, as from the first time on he saw his ‘partner’ he knew that the partner which would accompany him there would not accompany him back. One way or another the bastard would die. Either way. The bastard, as which he shall hence forth be referred to, was a mildly fragile one. The essence of his brain was purely focused on survival and as the two-man cell encountered the truth of the harsh climate which Drachma insisted on boasting with the bastard’s synapses went on a mad rush and ‘gotta shoot everything’ spree. The bastard began to shoot everything that moved and that even before they had encountered their actual target which was some sort of delivery of loot from some old battlefield of Drachma and Amestris. Long story short, the bastard had succeeded perfectly well in alarming the convoy and getting a good twelve rather upper-tier soldiers on both their asses. While the bastard didn’t even realize that, Heinrich very much realized and he did not even flinch, not even to speak of faking a smile or even performing an actual grin. The serious man he grew to be was fond of finding himself a worthy test, but other than that he held no feelings, but his loyalty. After fending off the first two of the soldiers, the bastard began to cool down. Unlucky bastard he was though as once he began to cool down, Heinrich was there to cool him forever. As he pulled back his rapier in the obvious act of having it come down unto the bastard, that asshole released his last shot in an attempt to save his life. Tough luck, it hit Heinrich’s eye, the right one. The bullet didn’t penetrate the head of Heinrich, but the eye was anything but complete after that. It much more resembled yoghurt by then. A piece here, a piece there, some mush oozing out and overall not a very appreciated sight. Even an emotionally dead man can be overcome by rage if some bastard might have taken the one point of life from the emotionally dead man – as usually people who were handicapped were sorted out as unworthy and not good enough to serve Father. To abbreviate a tale of gruesome slaughter, I’ll summarize it briefly:

The bastard would eventually be found by a border patrol of Drachma ‘stuck’ in a tree and those poor guards would soon after only be seen in a mental hospital, as patients. The upper-tier soldiers whom had been trusted to bring the loot to Drachma’s capital were never seen again. Most likely they had been devoured by some wild animals or something like that which wouldn’t have been hard seeing how they were already part-wise scattered across the area.

The concerned Heinrich traced back to where he was supposed to return after the mission and give a report. The one who had sent him off displayed a hostile reaction to the macabre sight of Heinrich’s right eye at first, but upon reflecting the actions of what he had done and achieved by that, mostly by handing over the important part of the loot which’s return to Father was the quintessence of the mission, Heinrich was actually honored as a formidable soldier for Father. Soon after he was sent out on a mission again, that time alone and with a stylish new eyepatch. Unbefitting for the mission was the rumor of Father’s disappearance. Such would leave all missions obsolete and Heinrich would soon trace back to find.. the rumors having a true core. It would be stupid to think that Father would be gone for good though, at least in Heinrich’s mind, thus he kept his strive up to become more powerful and he had entered the ranks of the Amestrian Military then in order to become truly useful for Father once he would hopefully return.

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TRIVIA:
→ Heinrich has lost his right eye and thus has a decreased periphery. In turn his short-term memory has become significantly better and his other senses, have also heightened reasonably to make up for the loss of his eye. His handicap has been balanced to a certain degree in a certain way through that.

As a graduate from the Bradley Fighting Style seminar in which he had been trained since an early age he has become a master swordsman seeking to rival even the greatest amongst the greatest of the great greats in all the lands.

Mostly likely some sort of biological enhancement drug was tested on child 1489 at one point in his training which could have eventually thrown him right into the ‘unworthy’ collection of the Fatherists. Lucky 1489, it actually left him with much more dense bones. Not that they couldn’t break, but more force is necessary to break, pulverize or just to plain cut through them.

Along with that came the fact that 1489 has adapted to holding more blood within his body. In turn that left the child with better stamina and he simply would not tire as quickly, one conditioning the other. Of course, a nice extra of more blood is that it takes longer until one bleeds to death, but yeah… that is only so much of an extra.

The keen intellect of Heinrich make him a versatile man that is able to easily keep up with technological advancements. However, despite that he does not find himself extremely entertained by perceiving every detail about technological advancements made and will usually only find any interest in advancements dealing with warfare or things which concern him on a personal level.

Despite his history being not exactly spiked with too many females with which he had directly interacted, he still managed to become a fairly big misogyny man.


→ Heinrich has proficient knowledge and understanding of languages and thus has adapted to fluently speak in Amestrian, Cretan as well as Drachman.

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ALIAS:
→ Heinrich

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ 1st

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Sie— Nein halt… : D

FACE CLAIM:[*code]SERIES/ARTIST/character[/code*] (Take out the * and this message)

CUSTOM RANK:
→ No.

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[Dai]

A P P R O V E D

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