Dhieter
Legacy Name: Dhieter

Wilhelm Dieter is average in every sense of the word, so much so that he is a practical bore. Hiding behind a look of constant lack of enthusiasm, Dieter's connection with those around him is sorely stinted. Not that he would have it much different, he has resigned himself to always being the one who is separate. He has his business and the world has its and sometimes they come together, sometimes they do not.

Born in the Viennese slums, Dieter learned the value of money at a very early age. He also learned the way that money corrupts and destroys things. He was always scrounging around for the next dollar that would help pay rent for a house that was stifling or to pay for a patch for the knees of his trousers. School was an escape for him, even though he more often then not found himself at the other end of a fist because he was not like the other children and found it difficult to relate. All he wanted to talk about was his new found fascination with all things medical. Sometimes even his teachers couldn't follow. When Dieter was 10, his father walked out and never came back.

Dieter was left as the man of the house with a mother who was almost 9 months pregnant. He took the role to heart and would forever remain protective of his immediate family, especially of the woman who raised him. Unable to do much to keep her family afloat alone, Dieter's mother, Eleanor, sold herself to the highest bidder to supplement their income. Dieter would hold nothing but contempt for the men whom his mother would bring home at night. His twin sisters were results of these liaisons. Their true patronage would never be known to him.

At 12, Dieter dropped out of school to try and get a job. His one mistake yet maybe saving grace was that he never gave up his dream of one day attending medical school to become a doctor. He met a man who promised him wealth and riches, but tricked the unknowing youth into working ungodly hours at a coal plant. Dieter was picked because he was small enough to fit between the machinery. He was taken away from his home because after signing himself off, his mother could do nothing against the cooperation. Dieter was only allowed two days off a year, Foundation Day and Christmas.

He spent several years working in the factory until one day, when he was 17, a boiler exploded. His ear drums burst and he was slightly concussed but miraculously he managed to escape any further physical harm. Instead of taking care of himself, he managed to gather up enough of his wits to save the lives of several of his colleagues by getting their bleeding under control. Constantly reading a stolen copy of Grey's Anatomy was serving its purpose.

He was moved to work at the factory infirmary. That was where he met the overseers daughter. The two found a quickly blooming, yet innocent romance. That never sat well with her father and when he found the two in the dark together after hours, he assumed the worst. Dieter was chained to a pole, lashed and promptly fired and thrown out into the streets of Linz. Dieter struggled to find a following job. Luck would once more come to him after a string of rejections from various medical schools. He was picked up by a Dr. Mainz and suddenly found himself a student of a university overseas that didn't exist.

With fake credentials in hand, Mainz conducted Dieter in the trade. It was 1938. Via Mainz, Dieter was soon entangled with the new Nazi conquerors of his country. He served with the doctor at Dachau, until Mainz had a mysterious heart attack leaving dieter as the soul successor to the man. Dieter spent the next year working at the camp before he could no longer stomach his own actions. He attempted to overdose one night, but he was unsuccessful. He was then sent to the newly opened Polish front for 'R&R'.

The War had started, Dieter found himself as a fighting soldier in the front lines until in early 1940 he was unable to completely participate in the French campaigns because he was struck down by a mild yet debilitating form of smallpox. Face scarred and still lost in the disconnect between him and others, he was returned to the fighting front in time to be sent to the cold hell that would soon become Russia. Under Operation Barbarossa, he was sent with the 3rd Waffen-SS 'Totenkopf' to fight against the Russians.