Karl Franz Krawall

yeah just wanted to make a Nazi-creepypasta OC
born: January 13th 1915
died on a mission the 27th of mars 1942
the blood-thirsty assassin was fleeing away with a jewish child who's mother made him promise to keep and protect her little one. They were travelin' down a road a group of SS on their track and for safety he hid the child in an old wolf's den and kept on riding to lead the group as far as he could from the kid.
They never caught him... the weather did. The muddy road was curvy and slippy, making him loose control over his motorbike and crashed down a cliff.
Since that day, many would hear a motorcycle at night, and some even said that if ya hear close enough, ya'd hear the mad laughter of this former savior, merciful to the good children and maidens, but deadly to others. 

Favorit quote: does a mad laughter count?
specter or not?: the ones who got to touch'im didn't came back to tell.
is kinda skilled with a motorcycle which could be referred as a part of 'im.
survivors said that according to the angles he seemed have burns and did lack a left hand (which is no problem since like previously said the motorcycle is a part of 'im)

nicknames: many says he saw the "light" (bike's spotlight) ; the undead bosch ; death rider ; and so forth....

if ya got ideas for 'im do tell 'm all ears 

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