<br/><strong>Name</strong>Hans Richtoffen<br/><br/><strong>Nickname</strong>Berlin<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>22<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>6’8”<br/><br/><strong>Weight</strong>215 lbs.<br/><br/><strong>Gender</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Virgin</strong>No.<br/><br/><strong>Complexion</strong>Pale, freckled<br/><br/><strong>Markings/Tattoos</strong>A small golden star and cross at the base of his neck.<br/><br/><strong>Accessories</strong>Silver crucifix necklace<br/><br/><strong>Past Occupation</strong>Medical student<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong><br/><br/>(http://www.style-hair-magazine.com/images/piecey-blonde-guys-style-16469.jpg)<br/>(No ear piercings)<br/><br/><strong>Written Appearance</strong>Hans/Berlin looks like he stepped out of a modeling catalogue, or maybe straight off an old WWII German recruiting poster. His thick, straight blond hair frames deep blue eyes in a pale face, clearly of pure Aryan decent. He is not particularly well-muscled, but what muscles he has are lithe and wiry on his towering frame.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong><br/>Hans is a very quiet, almost timid person, entirely at odds with his close to seven feet of height. He is intensely religious, and in his mind, the nightmare of Zombieland is a divine punishment for humanity’s buildup of sin and vice. Whether it is a reset button like the flood, or the End Times, he doesn’t know, but he bears his thoughts stoically all the same.<br/><br/><strong>Likes</strong><br/>Beer, ice cream, quiet, reading books<br/><br/><strong>Dislikes</strong><br/>Animals, violent people, zombies<br/><br/><strong>Quirks</strong>When embarrassed, Hans tends to stammer. Stacked on top of his accent and mediocre English, he can become almost unintelligible.<br/><br/><strong>Education</strong><br/>High school graduate, 4 years at University of Munich College of Medicine, was finishing education in foreign-exchange program with San Francisco Medical College.<br/><br/><strong>Talents</strong>With a masters in human medicine, Hans is a fairly competent ‘field medic’, in the battlefield world that his life seems to have become. He can clean and dress a wound, with scavenged materials if necessary, though his experience is entirely  on-the-job.<br/><br/><strong>Limitations:</strong>Hans’ English is passable at best, particularly with his thick accent. He knows a lot about bodies and medical terminology, but not much about people, combining with his language difficulties to make getting along with people strained sometimes.<br/><br/><strong>Current Ambition</strong>Considering Zombieland to be either a repetition of the biblical Flood, or Judgement Day itself, Hans merely wants to have the chance to prove himself free of sin and able to ascend into Heaven. If he has to fight through an army of zombies to do it, well, so be it.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong><br/>A repurposed bone saw that he scavenged from the hospital campus.<br/><br/><strong>Items</strong>A small suitcase with a few changes of clothes, and a few bottles of asprin, penicillin, and assorted other drugs. Some bandages, a torquinet kit, and packages of dried food. A flashlight and spare batteries, a small collection of well-worn paperback books.<br/>