Name: Wilhelm von Schrodinger
Personality traits: Schrodinger suffers from an overblown sense of self-importance, partly due to him descending from a long line of junkers and servants of the House of Hohenzollern. He prides himself on a strong sense of loyalty and has a Prussian tendency to take command without asking and organizing things himself. At the same time though, he is dependent on a sense of communal identity, if he has no goal or other meaning then he can quickly become disorganized and lethargic until roused. A part of him feels guilty for supporting Hitler and he tries to suppress the memories of ignoring war crimes committed by Waffen SS and Wehrmacht soldiers.
Skills: he is a good shot with his Luger pistol (a weapon that he prizes greatly) and knows how to organize a project when he has something to advance toward.
History : Schrodinger was born shortly before the start of the 20th century, to a conservative officer from a long line of Prussian soldiers who taught him to regard those below his social class as his inferiors. He was educated in a military academy and when the First World War broke out, eagerly joined the army and fought in the trenches. The trenches were awful and horrendous, but Schrodinger relished the communitarian discipline and freedom that it brought.
He was an eager soldier, performing his tasks dutifully until he was wounded in action and had to be transported to the hospital due to shell fragments in his right arm. By the time he recovered enough to return to the front, Germany had capitulated and devolved into civil war, with Wilhelm participating in the Freikorps and writing in political journals where he decried the alliance of “Jews, plutocrats, and Bolsheviks” who had stabbed the fatherland in the back.
With the rise of the Nazi Party to power, Schrodinger was originally supportive, he saw Hitler as a fellow soldier, unlike the politicians who he savagely labeled “effeminates.” but he became angry and refused to support the National Socialists after they persecuted Jewish veterans, going so far to leave veteran associations which kicked out their Jewish members. He was a notorious Anti-Semite but drew the line on Jews who he viewed as having proven themselves to be “real Germans.”
When the Second World War broke out, Schrodinger again eagerly joined the military, though he was ambivalent about the direction that Hitler was leading the nation and fearful that it would replicate the disasters of the First World War. When Poland fell, he was assigned to the invasion of France and participated in an armored division. The fall of Paris filled him with a savage feeling of triumph and resulted in him writing an eulogy to Hitler, ignoring his previous criticisms out of happiness that he had finally participated in defeating the French.
But he could not predict what would happen next: Operation Barbossa, the opening of a second front. His enthusiasm gradually waned after the string of victories, damaged further by the atrocities committed against the Jewish and Slavic population. Like a lot of officers, Schrodinger hated the Slavs and Jews and harbored racist sentiments about them. But he could not block out the screams of their civilians when slaughtered. He was too weak to protest to the higher ups, something which haunted him and he tried to rationalize away.
So how did he get here? It was shortly after the Battle of Stalingrad, Schrodinger and his troops found themselves surrounded by Russian infantry and armored divisions, but ordered to fight on in order to protect the army’s rear. He can’t remember who killed him, he never saw it coming. All he remembers is giving his subordinate one last final order before a gunshot caught him straight in the back of the head. A fine death for someone accustomed to giving orders throughout his life.
The next thing that Schrodinger knew, he was in a shadowy place with a large light in front of him that he chose to walk toward, reminiscing about his life. Then he seemed to wake up on a grassy plain, unable to account for how he got there, but remembering everything. With only his Luger, uniform, and medals, Wilhelm sallied forth, to find out where he is.