Daniel J. Reddington

*"Guten Tag, Wir sind verriegelt und beladen, wie Sie es angewiesen haben Herr Hauptmann Sir!"*

*"Du weißt, dass du mich nicht töten kannst! Ich werde immer hier sein! HAHAHA!"*

Enter Author's Log 272: Daniel...

Daniel Joachim Reddington was once a Top Notch German Panzer Ace at the early start of WW2. He was credited for destroying 53 tanks from various nations and continued to serve in the *Panzerwaffe Korps* until his unfortunate death in late 1941. Not much is known on how he got on Copper 9. Other than that of *Quantum Physics* that *JCJenson* had played around with before the Core Implosion of **(DATE REDACTED)**. How he survived the incident is a miracle to most, including himself. Although he still wishes to go back to his loved ones, or *Die* to finally escape the renewed Hellhole he survives in. Yet nonetheless he cannot perish, as his soul had been tampered with...

End Log:

## Lifetime. (On Earth)

### Family.

Born and Raised by Anglo-Germanic parents.

Dan lived on the countryside of the Bavarian State, and usually enjoying spending time on his father's farm who he deeply admired. He was once a Prince, but later stepped down to live with his family.

*His Father*.

He was a *Great War veteran*, a Politician, and a professional Deer Hunter. His Father had shown Heinrich and Daniel at a young age how to hunt, especially in colder temperatures during Winter season(s). However, due to the lack of Prescription Meds to take or the lack of alcohol. The constant memories that his father had suffered though during his days in the War, they would still gnaw on his fathers mind and took anger out upon his older Brother alone. Beating him before welling up into tears.

(Starting Clockwise: Gunther K. Reddington, Emilia H. Reddington, Daniel J. Reddington, Cousin 1, Cousin 2, Daniel's Unnamed Mother, Heinrich V. Reddington)

His Mother wasn't known about until the day his father finally took him to the local cemetery. (across from the local Hospital in town.)

*"That was your mother Daniel...I wanted to let you know how much your mother loved you as much as I do."*

His father would always swell up in tears if his wife was ever mentioned. Including if it were from his friends.

*His Brother.*

His Brother was the only one whom he had deeply shown dedication and protection to.

*"If it were the case that his Father was punishing his brother, (severely) he would always step in if his brother was caught, stealing from the local market(s), dating women again, or being abused by a PTSD ensued old man... I would always be the one placing the blame on himself before my brother.*"

The twins would always continue to cause mischief across the town. Including stealing bread, smoking cigarettes, and drinking the finest beers the pub could offer them (without parental advisory.) draining their fathers final pay checks on alcohol.

*His Sister.*

On the other hand, who he always held her closest to his heart.

"She was an artist, young and talented. He always adored the fact whenever she told him that she would be the greatest artist *Germany* would had ever seen. He couldn't help the fact but to snort in a good chuckle everytime she mentioned it. *In a good way that is..."*

The two were the best example of a *Brother-Sister relationship* and recived an award (at school) for setting a good example of how a Deutscher citizen upholds his family above all else.

*His Wife.*

She was a very beautiful blondie, her skin soft as silk itself. Daniel would never let Rori go. They were love locked and nothing would ever separate them, not even *War* itself could break their loving bond. *(that's called foreshadowing)* The two would spend time hunting together. Sharing their thoughts, watching movies, and of course... going to the pub and having a few drinks. Before getting tipsy and going home. Where...

*(I'm gonna let you decide on that one mmmkay? Because whatever comes out my mouth next. I would be going beyond the limits of excessive Horny Levels. In which I don't want a bad rep and getting expelled from the wiki.)*

### Interwar.

Daniel worked at a local tailor shop, where his Mother once worked too. Rori had her Father (who owned the Tailoring Shop) personally hire Daniel and was paid well for preforming well, was always on time, and made his business acquire, maintain, and stabilize a good reputation in *Aschaffenburg.*

He spent time and time again, sewing and designing Suits and Dresses. That was until the business was shut down because of the great depression. With nowhere else to go other than back to the fields where his father was. He went on strike and was arrested, but bailed and all charges were lifted personally by the Chief of Police in Bavaria. He later took his wife back to his Father's ranch

"That's what a good reputation gives you eh?" -Daniel after being released from custody.

### Pre-War.

Now left unemployed, and unaware of what political position he is in. He turns to the NSDAP. He convinces his Brother and Friends, but his Father knows not to fall for it. He knows what is to come if Germany does this again. But nonetheless, he was getting old and frail. he could do nothing other than to urge them not to go. He doesn't want his sons to end up like his friends on the Western Front. But as persistent as they are. They got their father's go to. And now. His father could do nothing but pray and weep. *To see his sons again.*

#### Joining the SA.

The day had comefourth. The twins got their Brown on, and set out to wreck businesses, shoot commies, and march in formation. Brother with Brother, Comrade with Comrade. Side by side. Under the brave leadership of Ernst Rohm. Marching, Singing, getting shot at by Communist insurgents, Destroying Jewish infrastructure. You name it, We did it.

The good times finally ended when 1933 came rolling around the corner. SA men where shot, accused of plotting against der Fuhrer. Heinrich was not spared of any mercy and was shot dead by the SS men. When word reached Daniel's house. Father was already furious. Throwing out any and all NSDAP propaganda in the house. Even the flag was tossed and burned. I could do nothing besides curl up into a ball and cry. "He told us not to go." as I recalled, "I never knew that der Fuhrer had finally put an end to the SA, that Rohm was dead. My brother dead... My friends... All that hard work was for nothing."

### The Great Crusade Begins.

Father was dying and he knew it he knew he might never see me again. So he gave me his two things before he left the World. A family picture, and his Iron Cross.

*"Keep them by your side. and one more thing (\*he pulls out a wooden carved wolf and gives it to me) Wolfpack spirit. The pack will never leave you."*

Those were his final words before I said goodbye.

It was eleven by the time I got home. *Father was already in the Heavens.* I paced around the room, sometimes thinking about Emilia. She had nowhere else to go. Most of our family was dead. Heinrich died young, and without purpose. Father died, with a purpose. And Mother, I don't remember what happened to her. All I remember was that she was going to visit her friends house, and then... she never came back. I sighed and took Emilia back with me to Rori's family lodge out in Hesse. Where I promised her, That I would see her again after the war was over. I could see the worry in her eyes, if she knew that I would die out somewhere and no one could find me. I didn't want to end up like Paul, who got blown up on the French front. I said my final goodbye, I knew I might never see her again. So I embraced the fact that my life is mine. It was time to find out.

## Diary Entries:

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Book 1.

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#### Section 1. Under Ernst Rohm's Command April 19, 1923-June 12, 1933

**Chapter 1. Bavaria**

I finally got my Brown on me. Overall. It was pretty peaceful. Nothing much going around other than marching, singing, and then the occasional destroying Jewish infastructure. I got to beat someone down, for trying to steal Brother's watch. Hell, I smacked him so hard until his nose started to bleed. He was one tough *Juden* to break... I'll give him that. Eh, we left him there for the *Kettenhunde* to deal with. Not our probelm at all. Joined back up with our unit as we got onto trucks and set out for Berlin.

5/17/1923

**Chapter 2. Berlin**

God, The *Reichstag* was littered with Reds, They were everywhere. I hated it. Well, I did manage to put a few to sleep forever. After the fight, we stormed into a Red pub and blasted the hell out of their tavern. If--- *(Page is visibly half torn)*

5/28/1923

**Chapter 3. Saxony**

Boring Day, Boring night. I sat on the bench... Looking at my pistol, when a young boy sat down next to me and offered me a piece of his bread. His mother was there, leaning beside their car as her husband stepped out of the car. I refused the offer (respectfully) but instead, I gave him a flag of the SA. I smiled as he joyfully ran back to his parents waving the flag I just gave him. His parents looked at him with Joy, but glared at me with disgust. I watched them pluck the flag out of his hands and tossed it into the bin. Me? I couldn't do anything about it other than to fish the flag out of the Bin. I sighed, letting out all my anxiety out into the lowering dusk of the capital, Dresden. I walked over to the bin, and grabbed the flag. I never saw the family again. Hopefully never either way.

**Chapter 4. Traveling from Schleswig-Holstein to Finland**

It was a strange day. I've never met Finns or a Japanese Soldier. I pulled out my camera and snapped a photo of my Commanding officer, The Japanese (I assume captain) and the three Finnish lieutenants who were in the back. I was astonished that although Japan had been at war with China, He still made his way here, to the freezing tundra that Finland offered.

**Chapter 5. Abandonment and Punishment.**

1933, I get wind that half of the upper ranking SA men had been purged and executed. Including my brother. I hated it. But of course. I couldn't do anything about it. My first option was to cry and give up, until we were pulled into the *Reichswehr.* I Didn't like it but I found my time as a Commanding officer useful. We watched movies, played games, smoked, and went around as we pleased. We even visited the old capital of *Aachen.* I want to think that Our *Fuhrer* was a wannabe *Charlemagne.* I gave it a good chuckle before I realized that my brother was no longer with me. Then waited as the Dark reality set around me. Then, I began to cry.

*(Tear drop stains are visible on the Original book, copied book preserves half of what Daniel said before the writing began to turn into scribbles.)*

#### Section 2. Under Erwin Rommel’s Command.-September 1, 1939- July 20, 1941

**Chapter 6. Poland**-

The days were swift. Poland fell in 2 weeks. The invasion was swift and precise. It was in a blink of an eye. Warsaw was there, now it was here. I got to enjoy the luxury of being in a Polish hotel that was well decorated, and untouched by bullets or bombs by that manner. The free vodkas offered were albeit not strong enough, but had a damn good taste as we stocked up on as much liquors we could scrounge up and bring home with us.

Daniel-10/16/1939

**Chapter 7. France**-

The weeks dreaded on as the last of the stubborn Frenchies were burned alive. The British were of no help, other than a nuisance to fight. Sure, I can speak English, but what use was that except that all I could have been was a lousy translator. No action on the front, other than to speak to captured POWs for any intel. And of course, none sang like the carolers on Christmas Eve. When we reached Paris. I could feel nothing but a wave of remorse and guilt. But another of satisfaction and relief. I couldn't help but walk into a store and buy as much cakes, macaroons, bread, cheese, and wine as I could using the available French currency we got out of from any unfortunate Frenchie we shot. If my Grandfather could reach Paris and mine couldn't. I'd look up to him more than to our own Dad. Rori, I'll see you soon.

7/19/1940

**Chapter 8. Tunisia**-

I can't help but notice how much the sand clogs up our boots. tearing away at the precious leather, using nothing but the Earth itself to wear us away, one by one. The Yanks and Tommies are on their way and to add insult to injury. The Italians are highly demoralized and unprepared. I'm desperately trying to getting out of this damn hellhole, but I can't say that can happen to the rest of us. I get 2 weeks on leave then to square up a fight against the Bolsheviks. Them and their political commissars. *They failed in Finland.* And I think it's safe to say that they'll fail defending the *"Motherland".* I'll be home in 5 days. I'll see you then.

8/14/1941

#### Section 3. Under Erich Von Manstein's Command. July 23, 1941-December 17, 1941

**Chapter 9. Belarus-**

The *Bolsheviks* won't stop coming at us in droves. My LMG already over-heated, and we're out of ammunition. The fortress took longer to besiege than expected. Holy Shit. I'm fucking tired, worn out from combat already. Our *Luftwaffe* isn't here, the *Fallschirmjägers*' didn't bring our supplies that we needed and to reinforce us, our damn forces are spread thin, and I'm nearly out of fuel. But we'll reach Moscow and take their Motherland away. We'll take the Caucasus and get filthy rich, drenched in oil and Reichsmarks. By the time I'm home, I'll be decorated in Medals, and finally serve my purpose. I have defeated the Bolsheviks alongside with der Fuhrer. And then, it's over. I'll be home before winter. *Take care, and be safe.*

10/18/1941

**Chapter 10. Russia-**

Rori, we've been encircled and cut off. I don't know how much time I have left in my Panzer. But I will tell you this. No matter if I'm gone... I'll always be there, *I love you to the end of the Reich*. I shall always be there for you. *We'll meet again, don't know where. don't know when. But I know we'll meet again... Some sunny day.*

12/16/1941

Doctor's Note- I do advise you guys, that not all lof his journal logs were preserved in a per-say *"exellent quality state."* Daniel is currently trying to rewrite his experiance on the front, albeit more dramatic and more expressive. These are dull entries that he views as *"pointless wastes of time."*

### Death.

*"There it was, A flash before my eyes appeared as I look down to see that a AT round had punched a hole the size of at least the pinky finger, slammed into the Panzer III I rode in. I was bleeding, then I see it. The gaping wound that engulfed my side with pain, so unbearable. An Ivan opened the hatch and threw a grenade in. I mustered up as much strength as I could to toss the grenade out, only to the horror that was right beside me. Wolfram's face was mauled and unidentifiable by the AT round that sliced through my abdomen and into his face as shrapnel. It was useless to fight the pain. I start to lose conscience and cough up blood. My vision faded as the last thing I asked for was to hug Rori as tight as I could before the white abyss consumed my vision... Then silence. It was over. My eternal slumber had begun. And there as you know it, I was dead."*

## Lifetime. (On Copper 9)

### Day 1: Rebirth.

(Take note that happens approximately 5 days after the Core Implosion)

I awoke, My eyes shot back open, I regained my conscious. Some glass shards were jammed in my leg and in my ass. The first thing I wanted to do was ask myself, "Was I in Heaven or Hell?", I couldn't tell. Not until my vision cleared up all I could see was my clothing, my beret, my gun, and my book. Although the Swa----- was removed other than that, I was astonished to see it in pristine condition. I tried to stand up, but in vain as I spent time plucking out the glass shards, on by one. Trying not to wince at the throbbing pain nor question about the fact on where the hell I am. I turn around to my surroundings, the only thing visible was behind me. It was atleast a 7 foot vat. But then I though to myself, it was all quiet. Peacefully quiet, but then eeriely too quiet. The only thing making noise was me and the vat's low humming, The way I could describe my rebirth was that I was naked and sprawled out on the floor wincing in pain.

The memories came back. As if the Devil was done playing with me and tossed my back into the abyss full of agony that I have to endure yet again. After I was done plucking out the shards of glass. I hobbled over to a hospital bed where I broke. I screamed as loud as I could, then began to sob as I lay the bed and wept for a good hour or so asking why... Why am I back here after my 300 hundred year rest. After that, I fell asleep for a good 3 hours. Later to my surprise, I only awoke to find that something that powered on. I grab and put on my clothes, but I also did peer into lockers that contained clothes. Nothing but an *Adidas* sweater. I threw on the new found sweater *(that overlapped my Panzer Attire)*, grabbed some new underwear and a pair of Black socks, grabbed an airtight gasmask, my gun, and my book. Then I ventrued out into the unknown with nothing but a flashlight and my loaded gun.

### Day 15: *The Disaster.*

I was (to be frank) unaware that I was on a desolate and deserted planet. The first real life form I saw, were rats. Those things infested the station in the thousands. Then there it stood. A lone Worker Drone glared at me, as I looked at it's bright electronic eyes. *(He was wearing to what seemed to be like a Doctor's attire, scrubs, lab coat, pen, keycard, and a clipboard, raised above his mouth.)* We awkwardly stood there for 10 minutes before I slowly began introduced myself, but the Drone ran away. I only wanted to say hello as I was curious too. I walked into what appeared to be a infirmary (it wasn't, it was just a staff room) to grab some bandages for my limp leg, only to see a healing agent, The label read "BACTA" as I shrugged and stuck the syringe into my leg. I felt the antidote seal up my skin and heal the insides of my body too, I felt good, I felt better than good, I felt great.

I peer over to the coffee machine and stuck a coffee pod inside of it. I look in a fridge to find caramel creamer that still looks good. and poured it into the fresh coffee I made. I drink up the coffee (like any normal human) and put it back into the sink. Only to find another Worker Drone, that looked feminine, had long hair, and had a strong femininatic high pitched voice. I curiously watched at she washed up my one dish and put it on the drying rack. Although I towered over her, I was kind enough to greet her, only to switch gears right away and ask... *"What the hell happened here?"*

I sat down on the couch. She told me that her name vas Vixen, although freed from her captors, she was friendly and posed no threat to me. I holstered my gun, in which I assume what scared off the previous Worker Drone. She explained that her programming as a maid drone (before the incident) was to serve a human without questioning their order. I was dumbfounded but I asked for her to sit down next to me, and she did. To my surprise, she had shown no changes even though I was human, she was not. She was free wasn't she. But I didn't want to ask. But I did complement about her bright red fluffy hair and neon snow white eyes that she had were a good duo. She then had shown emotional change. Vixen stood up, and hugged me. That was the first time she had been complemented, and I wanted to stay and protect her. But nonetheless. I had to find a radio to contact the outer world. I gave her a hug and set her down. She reminded me a lot about Rori, but she wasn't blonde. nor humanoid. The best I could only do, *was protect her with my life. I failed Rori and Emilia. I will not fail this one.*

### Day 27: *One Lone Wolfpack.*

Several days pass by. I am alone besides the company of at least 18 other Worker Drones who were stuck in this bunker with me. Vixen developed a strong bond with me, and always was close near me. I usually venture out alone and by myself. I don't urge others to come with me unless if they ask. I travel alone unarmed as I don't expect intruders nor do I expect raiders. I venture out to other Worker Drone civilizations that have survived the incident as well as to try and find other human survivors. I only brought back 3 human survivors, and 17 new Worker Drones. It's the best I could do really. There I found peace, and now I wanted to rebuild the facility. By scrounging out seed packets, dirt, fresh water, and fish eggs. (To breed nitwit. I don't waste supplies). Make a air-tight garden and start growing plants.

### Day 73: *The Arrival.*

I heard it overhead. The crash slammed the ground below and shook the ceiling. I thought it was just a quake. No It was worse. first it was 3, then 6, then 9, then more kept coming. I tried to bring in as many as I could, but those things. Next thing you know. Warships in space. a goddamn task force lead by a Disassembly Drone himself.

To Ensure the safety of my colony. I would falsely join JcJenson but then apply for WDR membership. ASAP. I shoved my egos aside and mentally prepared myself for the worst. It was time to fight another war.

-End Log.

(Doctor's Note: The guy was on the Space station, before he drew a gun on me. Really rude on how to welcome your *"Savior.")*

### Misc Log. 1. *A Friendly Greeting.*

Daniel Meets Kipinski

End Log.

## The Unwanted Tourist Series.

It seems that Kipinski has Stabbed Dan in the back. Betrayal at it's finest.

Chapter 1. Kipinski's Little Ego.

Chapter 2. Power Hungry.

Chapter 3. Spilling Blood on Ice. (Finale)

## Appearance wise-

Appearance wise. Daniel is not that intimidating. He's just an average guy who tries to make up for his sins in the past.

#### Wehrmacht Attire-

(Credits to Grand-Lobster-King on Deviant Art.)

#### *New Attire:*

* Panzer Beret
* Adidas Sweater
* Panzer Slacks
* Jackboots

*(Can someone make that pls?)*

#### *TED Attire:*

Tactical gear with a Riot Helmet and a balaclava.

## Habits, Quotes, Kills, and Trivia

### His Habits:

Dan loves the occasional mischief and tomfoolery

He's a Sadistic, but then he cares to much for something or someone he holds close to.

(**Counter act explanation:** He has too much of a soft side now that he's finally lived alone in peace. With nothing but robots and time.)

(**Counter-Counter act explanation:** On the other hand. He doesn't care if a Worker Drone he knew he couldn't save in time or if a Disassembly Drone is shot out of the sky. Other than to grin.)

He's learned to overcome hard times and let them go, after his rebirth.

He puts himself at risk, before others.

He's a double agent, Working for JCJenson, but simultaneously helping out the WDR. *Win-Win*

Despite being a Panzer Ace, He is also a skilled Sniper, and an excelled Piloting skill during his time in the Wehrmacht, Panzerwaffe, Afrika Korps, and Luftwaffe. Talk about earning all wings and medals at once.

SCP-500 had altered his body a little... too fast, that his DNA was messed around with. Now he is Immortal. Still a basic human... who won't die. *(until the end of the Universe)*

*Raymond Reddington* *(His grandson? Who knows...)*

Dan is AI?

### Quotes:

* Wir haben ihn! (We got him!)
* Ein Treffer! Haha! (A hit! Haha!)
* Stirb Endlich! (Finally, DIE!)
* Stirb! Du Verdammt Ratte! (DIE, YOU DAMN RAT)
* Du hast noch nicht genung? (You haven't got enough yet?)
* Davon kannst du noch viel mehr haben! Haha! (You can get plenty more of this!, Haha!)
* Sterbt endlich! , ihr bastarde! (Finally die, you bastards!)
* Ich hab einen! Ich hab einen! (I got one! I got one!)
* Du kannst deineim Land in der Hölle dienen! Hahaha! (You can serve your country in Hell! Hahaha!)
* Dich zu töten war gar nicht so schwer! (Killing you wasn't even that hard!)
* Oh! Du entkommen MIR nicht! (Oh! You won't get away from ME!)
* Oh! Der ist Kaputt! (Oh, That one is broken!)
* Verreck wie ein HUND! HAHAHAHA! (Die like a DOG! HAHAHAHA)
* Unsere Rommel icht mitt uns!! (Our Rommel is with us!)
* "My Allegiance Is With You!"

### The Kill Count-

Here you can view all your precious kills on Daniel. (What's wrong with you.)

* -11/1/22 - I decided that... Blowing MY FUCKING **n u t s a c k** for **NNN** was a good idea! (It wasn't + my ***ballers*** flew onto FX-4's face)
* -11/23/22 - *I was Brutally mauled by SD-G in a Duel.*
* -12/1/22 - *The Dragons burned me.*
* -12/4/22 - SD-F *cut my **FUCKING** head off. I didn't like that.*
* -12/4/22 (x2) - *Pummeled by SD-X.*
* -12/11/22 - *Execution by Hanging.* (Data: 1/8/2208)
* -12/24/22 - *Suicide by taking a Cyanide pill*

### Trivia-

* Temporary Immortality and Subsequent Rebirth
* He was reborn by the hands of Quantum Physics. In which JCJenson played with the dead ~~(and caused many zombie outbreaks)~~
* He loves Sabaton, Phonk, and Classical music
* *Has a Smoking and Drinking addiction*
* He grows attached to his lovers, and takes good care of them, But then again... he's a Quasi Sadistic.
* His favorite tank (or mine really) is the PanzerKampfwagen Sd. kfz I C
* He is Totally Pure, Not Horny at all... 😉
* HANS! GET THE HORNY BAT!
* His favorite number is 71.

## Relations with other OCs

### Friendly -

* SD-TMLX
* SD-ARVS

## *Author's Apology:*

*Please do keep in mind. I'm not anti-sematic. And I do apologize if one is offended by the page. However this is **NOT** an anti-Semitic page. Rather, a page that came from scratch and I do this for fun. I do not support the actions carried out by the NSGWP but I am highly neutral in it. It was bad, but I prefer not to make a huge fuss about it. So let bygones be bygones? Otherwise I'll tell you to stop sucking your thumb and get over with it. Were you there? No you weren't. Don't lash out to me and call me out for being quote unquote "Nazi" shut up with your ego and live and let go.*