#whispersofthetrenches

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Wonders of Him

Those beautiful, brown eyes, I pray they know no cries. When his touch I feel, Only the joy remains real.

A strong hand and a gentle embrace, Sends my heart off on a race. That look and a soft kiss, Such a sensation I will forever miss.

Glorious hair and impeccable dress, Make my thoughts wild and my emotions a mess. He is a wonder fit for a king, Yet I will nevermore hear that voice sing…

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[CLASSIFIED]

Evidenzbureau Employee Dossier

Name: Maximilian Leopold / Marianne Louise

Age: ███████

Gender: ███████

Branch: Fifth Section, Occult Research, in ███████

Rank: Head Information Officer ██ ██ ████ █ / ██ ████ / ███ ███ ███ ████

[END OF DOCUMENT]

Welcome one, welcome all!

Of M. L.

This character and the world in question have been a part of a world I have been working on a while back. I will be talking about the world, the lore of the character and such here.

Yes, this is another RP account...

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The photo of the character is from the game called King of the Castle.

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Inspirations

I am a fan of a lot of media, but the main inspirations as of late were history of Austria-Hungary, H. P. Lovecraft and the Magnus Archives.

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Overall lore and such

I have some set outlines of this world, which I will reveal over posts, asks and other interactions. Some things might change, but that's the beauty of research and development.

Tags

#BureauBusiness

For overall information and posts M. L. interacts with, which could be relevant.

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#ComfortOfTheSoul

Posts where M. L. enjoys the company.

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#OffizierMLShares

Posts where M. L. gives random information about their past or actions.

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#WhispersOfTheTrenches

Mostly poetry and stories.

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Tags aren't in character. I will use them and add other tags, mainly Magnus Archives, meet people who might be into things like this.

Please be kind. I am doing this for fun and writing and world building practice. If you do not enjoy my content, feel free to leave. The door is always open for both ways...

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When am I who?

When after a life, you get another, It feels like you lost a brother. All the memories, feelings and pains, Fall through your fingers like assorted grains.

You might remember it, every rise and fall, Yet, all of a sudden, you are so small. The achievements, the smiles and those painful cries, Lose all their meaning, their face becomes lies.

Strike with hammer, then swing with pick, The wounds of the past, you'll have to lick. But, with all your knowledge and your personal climb, It will be taken, akin to a crime...

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A few words on War

Through the winding maze of time and space, Lead your army without disgrace. Knowledge comes and wisdom goes, Find a path through all your woes.

Flesh will rip and bones will crack, Awaits the darkness, Bible black. Honour comes and souls will leave, And no matter the goal in which you believe.

Do angels sing or demons scream? Maybe, all of it's a dream? After the bloody Galician fields, An eternal peace, it all yields.

Yet, with a quivering pen and ghastly pain, I fear to go out again. Where flesh will rip and bones do crack, To my family, I will not go back.

Galicia-Lodomeria, 1914