Volker Emmerich Kuntz

Character Name: Volker Emmerich Kuntz, previously Will Sharp

Nickname(s): Commandant Kuntz, Blitzkriegfuhrer (Blitzkrieg Leader), Reichleiter (Reich Leader/National Leader.).

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 35

Birthplace: Enclave Oil Rig



Height: 6'1

Weight: 102 kg

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Short

Facial Hair: Clean Shave

Skin Color: Not pale, not tan. In the middle.

Build: Muscular

Distinguishing Features: Self-carved Swastika on the back of both his hands, chest, back and legs. They vary in size and noticability.



Profession: Commandant/Blitzkriegfuhrer/Reichleiter of the Storm Troopers

Skills: Big Guns, Energy Weapons, Speech, Explosives.

Training: Enclave, Storm Troopers.

Other Abilities: He is very good at instilling fear into men's hearts, is a fairly good tactician.

Apparel:

Combat:
Trench Coat made with Thrasher Hide.
Reinforced Combat Armor, Mk 2.
SWAT Riot Mask with built in low light optics and gas mask.

Weaponry: Plasma Caster, Plasma Defender, Bowie Knife.

Other Equipment: Binoculars, Energy and Microfusion cells, Water Canteen.



Affiliation: Storm Troopers

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single and Uninterested

Personality: Volker Emmerich Kuntz is fanatical to the Fuhrer, obeying his commands no matter what. He thinks himself above the other, lower rank Storm Troopers, and likes to operate by himself, or with another high ranking Storm Trooper, or with a squad of Blitzkriegers, in rare cases. He despises tribals, the Wolves included, and his hatred for them is what fuels his combat. He treats his fellow Commandants as equals, as they are of equal rank.



Volker Emerich Kuntz was born WIlliam Sharpe, on the Enclave Oil Rig. When Colonel Autumn Senior received orders from President Eden to relocate to the East Coast, William Sharpe's family were among the soldiers ordered to accompany the Colonel on the journey. However, Sharpe's Vertibird crashed in Nashville, the thick uranium deposits interfering with the navigation systems. Few survived the crash - including baby William Sharpe. The Enclave Squad became a splinter group in the Tennessee Wasteland, taking what they need to survive whilst hiding from others - their superior tech would be no match for the sheer numbers of a jealous mob. For years the ramshackle Enclave Community lived hand to mouth and off the radar - until the Fuhrer found them.

When the Storm Troopers found Sharpe's squad, they were at the height of their power - a marching, disciplined army of "pure humans" almost five thousand strong. Fascinated by the superior technology, it was Sharpe's enclave squad which inspired the Fuhrer to move his army from small guns to the uncharted territory of energy weapons. The move to energy weapons may have caused the most crushing defeats in Trooper history (occurring in Nashville at the hands of several large clans of tribals) but the Fuhrer stood firm in his convictions. He believed that meeting Sharpe's squad was the best thing ever to happen to the Fourth Reich.

He was known for his skill with a Gauss Rifle, and earned the nickname 'The Unseen Trooper'. As most who he killed never saw him, just heard the shot before their swift, painless, and horrifying death at the hands of his Gauss Rifle. Those who had the glory of seeing him in person, died a honorable death, for a tribal dog scum. He would carve their body with swastikas, and finally, would scalp his enemy, and carve a swastika on their head. His devotion to the Fuhrer was final, ultimate, and true. He would rather die in service to the Fuhrer, then have the Pre-War Earth restored, as the Fuhrer was making this unforgiving world an utopia.

He showed the qualities of a Blitzkrieger, and the Fuhrer placed him into them, and as he began to learn how to shoot with a Plasma Caster, he got better and better then the other Blitzkriegers. He rose the ranks of the Troopers quite quickly, and became devoted to the Fuhrer. Whom he treated like a god. After many years of showing prowess, and great skill, the Fuhrer made him Blitzkriegfuhrer. The Leader of the Blitzkriegers. Soon after, a Reichleiter, A leader of the Reich. He was equal only to Reinhardt at this point, and was the third in command of the Troopers, a title he did not treat lightly. He took his duties very seriously, and was deadly in combat. Those that were granted the joy of facing him in battle were often reduced to green sludge.

He saw mutiny in the ranks of the Storm Troopers, and he worked quickly to eradicate it. To make an example of them, he grabbed a mutineer in plain sight on every Trooper, and carved a swastika deep into his chest, not deep enough to kill him quickly, no, he let him live. But to add insult to injury, he grabbed abraxo cleaner, and poured it into the wounds. The man screamed in agony, but Volker just laughed. He looked at the crowd, and made a speech kicking the mutineer.

"LISTEN, STORM TROOPERS. It is vital to our cause that you stay loyal to the Fuhrer, and he will guide you through to greatness. It is he, who is the ruler of this world. Are you not great soldiers? Those that are weak, like this insubordinate here? Well, you saw what happened to him. I have a fate much worse then this in store for those that continue."

At the end of his speech, he stepped on his groin area, rupturing his testicles, and he was screaming as loud as possible, and to end the man, all Volker did was shoot him in the face. The Fuhrer was pleased with his example, and praised him for setting the Troopers back in line. Upon their arrival in The Broken Banks, Volker was eager to bring the fight to the enemy, but only did so if the Fuhrer ordered him to. He remained completely loyal to the Fuhrer, catering to his every whim.