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Born in Braunau am Inn, Austria, on April 20, 1889, Hitler was the son of a fifty-two-year-old Austrian customs official, Alois Schickelgruber Hitler, and his third wife, a young peasant girl, Klara Poelzl, both from the backwoods of lower Austria. The young Hitler was a resentful, discontented child. Moody, lazy, of unstable temperament, he was deeply hostile towards his strict, authoritarian father and strongly attached to his indulgent, hard-working mother, whose death from cancer in December 1908 was a shattering blow to the adolescent Hitler.
Hitler as a baby

After spending four years in the Realschule in Linz, he left school at the age of sixteen with dreams of becoming a painter. In October 1907, the provincial, middle-class boy left home for Vienna, where he was to remain until 1913 leading a bohemian, vagabond existence. Embittered at his rejection by the Viennese Academy of Fine Arts, he was to spend "five years of misery and woe" in Vienna as he later recalled, adopting a view of life which changed very little in the ensuing years, shaped as it was by a pathological hatred of Jews and Marxists, liberalism and the cosmopolitan Habsburg monarchy.

Existing from hand to mouth on occasional odd jobs and the hawking of sketches in low taverns, the young Hitler compensated for the frustrations of a lonely bachelor's life in miserable male hostels by political harangues in cheap cafes to anyone who would listen and indulging in grandiose dreams of a Greater Germany.

In Vienna he acquired his first education in politics by studying the demagogic techniques of the popular Christian-social Mayor, Karl Lueger, and picked up the stereotyped, obsessive anti-Semitism with its brutal, violent sexual connotations and concern with the "purity of blood" that remained with him to the end of his career. From crackpot racial theorists like the defrocked monk, Lanz von Liebenfels, and the Austrian Pan-German leader, Georg von Schoenerer, the young Hitler learned to discern in the "Eternal Jew" the symbol and cause of all chaos, corruption and destruction in culture, politics and the economy. The press, prostitution, syphilis, capitalism, Marxism, democracy and pacifism--all were so many means which "the Jew" exploited in his conspiracy to undermine the German nation and the purity of the creative Aryan race.


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Nemra Nama; Sith Acolyte
Topic Started: Jan 2 2013, 09:56 AM (173 Views)
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  • Name: Nyemra Namar
  • Gender: Male
  • Age:25
  • Species: chiss/cyborg
  • Midichlorian count: 8.972
  • Home Planet: Coruscant lower levels


Secondary Information

  • Personality: obeys the command, and does not feel uncomfortable turning someone inside out, mostly chill but suffers anger management.
  • Appearance: Only parts of his body are unrelieved which shows he's still mostly human, his arms are mostly left un upgraded, sporting a clearly worn out helmet and black outfit for greater ability to conceal himself in darkness. around 5'9" tall
  • Image: Posted Image(Insert image here.)
  • Learned skills: advanced hacking, silent CQC, basic star ship piloting, basic gunnery, engineering, basics of light saber combat and field surviving.
  • Natural abilities: ability to sense immediate danger, affliction to machinery.
  • Faction: The Sith
  • Faction Rank: Sith Acolyte / Initiate


History
Born into the lower levels of Coruscant, Nyemra and his family knew what kind of life should they expect, the war left many homeless and fugitive just like them. Nyemra , the youngest son of Namar've born shortly after they settled down in their residence with thousands of other fugitives all across the galaxy, the said they we're lucky to find a place, none told them that the Coruscant security can't reach as far as the lower levels, into the belly of the beast.

Years have past in terror of the gangs controlling the territory. Namar, the head of the family was forced to join one of the rival gangs in order to keep his family safe, not a dream job and not the safest, but at least his family was safe, at least he thought it was. One night raiders broke in to their house and committed mass murder leaving none alive on sight, none knew tough that the youngest of them all was hiding under the bed shocked as his family members fell one by one, and soon the screaming stopped, only the wet sound of a vibroblade stabbing flesh and cutting bone could be heard. The day after the head of the house returned, only to witness the horror that was commenced last night. interestingly not a single security was around, none seemed to be bothered by a purge of ones family, and then something broke in him, from that day he delved deeper into the underground life, never to return.

10 years have past and Namar made a bit of a name for himself, he had tracked down the bandits who mascaraed his wife and children's but having his revenge changed nothing, he wanted those thugs purged out of the city, which is in fact was the whole planet. Meanwhile Nyemra tried to stay away from that life as much as he could, but non the less he still made sort-of friends, teens of other gang members families. He had a different kind of affliction, he died for machinery, and the living and breathing city they stood on amazed him, In his school he surpassed his age in technology, and the teachers have been proud of him, he couldn't ask for more, but life once again played against him. He was noticed that his father was brutally murdered in a last night in middle of the street, they said he was focused by them, as they only knocked out or just heavily injured the others, and at this point all of his bad memories started to flow back, the gates he built up started to shatter, his legs started to shake and his anger rose as his eyes blazed with fire within them.


In the months to come he skipped classes, avoided his friends, so he could delve deeper in to the newborn anger he found, and something deep within him started to awaken, he could feel the room move around him, windows cracking, metal bending. In the end he trashed his former home, it saddened him but there was nothing to do but to let his anger show the way, on the same day he went to meet the head of the gang, to ask for help, which in fact was provided without much hustle, on one condition, he he shall continue the work of his father. days have past and he still just only scrached the surface of his fathers work, it seemed that he built up a bit of an information network, and he also delivered "personal justice", he was the executioner of his gang, in other words an assassin.

not much known behind the reasons that he started to upgrade himself , to match the strength of his father, even surpass it. but litle did he knew that he had a gift that he almost threw away, the gift of the Force, there we're days when he could feel a different kind of energy within him, especially when his anger went unattained.

He knew that someone was following him, but litle could he care as he still had a job to do, a goal to achieve but as it seems things don't change. The day after he returned to the HQ he immediately felt a change in the air, rotting, and old. It turned out that the gang was wiped out in a night several months ago while he was on a contract. He felt broken, and more importantly without purpose, but fortune smiled upon him when a stranger offered him salvation, to obey in exchange for revenge.
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