Svens-Bombies

Name: Cammi Willson Age: 19 Height: 5'8 weight: 105 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Nationality: American, Hails from Washington D.C. Team specialty: Information gathering, and dispersal. Desc: Cammi was born to a Loving Family in washington, Her father The Presidential Aid, and her mother the Whitehouse Baker. She came to be apart of Team Alpha when she first saw Sven, Who was posing as the presidents son when there was a False attack. Cammi found herself Falling for the short, yet very handsome Sven shortly after Joining team Alpha, Sven apparently returns these feelings. In a flash forward An elderly Sven is seen sleeping, until he wa

Sven made his way into the church, Father Francis, His friend and most trusted Pastor at the church always welcomed him...but had never truly seen Young Svens face. "Father, Im here." Sven called, His hooded cloak covering his body and face, "I am here, my Son, What do you need?" The father said, a soft, Welcoming smile on his face. Sven looked up at him, "I wish to reveal mein self Father..." Sven said...his eyes indirectly looking up at the Father, "Then Do so my--" Sven pulled his hood off, The father was shocked..... "Look at him...My little Svendle... Hes absolute perfection."  A yound father Francis said, His newborn son cooing and gig

Name: Sven Vänderwülf   Alias: Murdoch Vündebah Age: 22 Height: 4'3 *growth was stunted due to Electric Shock as a child* Weight: 84.5 lbs. Eye: Blue/Red Hair: Jet-Black Nationality: German, Hails from Munich. Quote: "God kill me now...I hate living this Life...I just want to be normal again..." "I'll kill myself after this God forsaken War. I cant stand being German Scum like those Fucking Nazi Bastards!" Desc: Sven was born to an unknown mother and Father, and Along with his elder brother grew up living in many orphanage's Until he turned 10, when he had his first psychotic break, and Brutalized his dog and

Michele Watched Sven build his Bombah for the millionth time, He had performed another test, this time however, instead of Detonating prematurely it didnt detonate at all, "I Will Fix this!! So help me god, Even if its the last thing i do!!" Michele had made him his favorite Meal, slightly runny Scrambled eggs with toast. "Nein!! Why wont this Fucking piece of Shit Work!" He drew his hand up prepared to hit the bomb, when Micheles hand stopped him, "Sven Calm down, Control your anger. Look, I made your favorite meal." Sven looked up at her and smiled, "Thank you Schwesta." he took the plate and then grabbed his fork and began eating. Michele

Sven walked into his barracks, He had just killed A small fleet of Nazi soldiers and he reeked of Gunpowder and lead...more so then usual...He stretched his achy body, "A quick shower then off to bed..." he mumbled to no one in particular. He stripped down completely naked, Goosebumps forming on his mostly flawless skin from the chill in the air. He walked to his small bathroom and turned on the shower, the hot water hit his skin, it burned at first, but his body got used to the heat quickly. Sven closed his eyes and thought... I killed at least fifty men today...and a few women...Looks like ill need some new tattoos...maybe a few scriptures