1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Jo
Current characters in Bete Noire: None!

2. Character Information
Name: Colonel Hans Landa
Livejournal Username: waitforthecreme
Fandom: Inglourious Basterds (2009)
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3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Landa is in his early forties; marks of age have begun to show on his face and in his hair, but he still retains the rugged good looks of his youth. Though shorter than the Aryan ideal, he has caramel-blonde hair and blue-green eyes,and his skin has a constant supple tan as befits an Austrian native. He's very good at using his charming smile when he wants something. His clothing is always impeccably tailored and in perfect order, as befits a Nazi officer.

History:
An Austrian native, Hans Landa was brought up relatively normally. His mother and father were good parents to him, but were often confused by their eldest son. He was brilliant, yes, and perfectly charming and polite, but he had...tendencies that were frankly worrying. He didn't really make friends in school. Acquaintances, yes; one might have even called them lackeys. But young Hans formed no true bonds, no friendships, all throughout his formative years.

This was a trend that continued into his adult life. Young Landa decided he wanted to go into police work, and then eventually made the move into the military. Cunning and devilishly clever, he moved through the ranks astoundingly quickly. By the time Hitler's Third Reich was established, the young man had been appointed to the position of Colonel.

He was urged to join the Third Reich, and though he really had no sympathies with Hitler's cause, Landa saw an opportunity to put his brilliance to work, and his eagerness was rewarded with the title of Standartenfuhrer in the SS. When Hitler invaded France, Landa was sent there to investigate and essentially hunt down Jews throughout the country, and it was there that his excellent detective skills earned him the nickname 'The Jew Hunter.' He objected to the basis for the name, as he really held no particular hate for the Jews, but adopted it anyway, figuring infamy was better than being an unknown. Better that his prey should fear him.

He made short work of the French Jews, doing a fine job of hunting down each and every one of them; though he knows the exact number, he likes to say simply that he hasn't hit his personal goal yet. That goal would be, of course, complete eradication. Not for the sake of the Aryan race, certainly not, but rather for the sake of perfection, something he has achieved in all other areas of his life (the ones that matter, anyway).

Personality:
On a very basic level, Landa can be classified as a psychopath, or suffering from both Antisocial Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, though those terms would be entirely unfamiliar to someone from his time. He has a complete lack of empathy for others, and is driven completely by his own agenda. He thinks incredibly highly of himself, and on some levels thinks of himself as the ideal male, going entirely beyond Hitler's Aryan ideal. Far more obvious to an observer is his superiority complex. Landa views much of the human race as beneath him, and will refer to any and all underlings in his employ as 'Hermann,' regardless of their actual name. He does it subconsciously, as he really can't be bothered to learn individual names. Often, he doesn't even notice the faces, and on some level he assumes everyone who works under him is the same person.

When it comes to his work, the Standartenfuhrer is a perfectionist. Fastidious and precise, he is known far and wide for accomplishing what others fail to do, and sniffing out Jews that are hidden in impossibly clever ways. While he doesn't subscribe to the Nazi ideology, or any ideology save his own, he uses it as an excuse to act on his psychopathic tendencies in a perfectly legal and even encouraged manner. He gets a thrill out of playing his little games, and to a degree likes to make people suffer—both physically and emotionally. Landa is, by and large, an incredibly charming person, but that charm is entirely superficial. He uses it to get what he wants, and it facilitates his desire to use people for his own ends quite nicely. He's an expert manipulator, exceedingly crafty; he knows exactly which strings to pull to get others to bend to his own will, and God help the man who doesn't bend. He is also definitely not above using sex to get his way, and in fact does this quite frequently. However, he can be quite violent in the act, even if he often has the self-control to refrain.

That said, Landa's anger is a terrifying thing to behold. Not many people see this side of the normal charming and affable Landa, but once his anger is aroused there is little he won't do. It tends to come out of nowhere; it isn't easy to see when he has reached his boiling point, usually until it's too late. And in a way, Landa enjoys his fits of rage just as much as he enjoys using other people in more subtle manners; he gets a thrill out of making and watching others suffer, and it is not unusual for these rages to develop into bouts of lust. Suffering is a high for Landa.

In addition, Landa's loyalties are entirely to himself. He feigns allegience to the National Socialist Party, but in reality he doesn't give a fig about the Fuhrer or his agenda. He cares only about himself, his own ideals. He's an incredibly selfish person; in his mind, he's the only one that matters. Because of this, he has the capability to be incredibly traitorous. For the right price, he'd sell his own family, as long as he ended up with a sweet package and beach-front property. He's opportunistic as well, and siezes any chance to make himself look even better than he already does or to further his own agenda.


Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Landa loves sex. Sex comes with power, and anything that brings him personal pleasure is a bit of alright in his book. He can control people with it. Certainly not monagamous, and in fact he can and will take multiple lovers at a time. He has enormous sexual appetites, and will sate them with either gender. Sex with men and sex with women each have their own thrills and their own merits, and Hans finds pleasure in both.

Powers: None.
Reason for playing: I have always been fascinated by Landa's character, and his canon is my favorite movie. I love how versatile he is; he can be perfectly charming one second and terrifying the next. I think he will fit in well at Bete Noire since he's already quite a corrupt person, and I look forward to seeing how well he can pull strings in a new setting.


5. Samples
First-Person: [video]
[Behold the colonel, impeccably dressed in something nondescript but well-tailored. He was smart enough to ditch his uniform immediately. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. When he speaks, it's with an Austrian lilt.]


Allow me to introduce myself: I am Hans Landa. I hail from Austria, and I am a detective. The best, some would say, myself included. [He chuckles humbly.] I am fluent in several languages, though I'm told that they are obsolete here. How curious.

[He folds his hands in front of him on the table he's seated behind. The walls are dingy, but he doesn't appear to be bothered by it.] So! Who wants to make friends?

[As if that's a perfectly reasonable thing for a grown man to say. He grins widely.]

I look forward to using meeting all of you charming people.

Third-Person: He had been taking an evening stroll down the streets of Paris, hands in his pockets, an inane grin plastered onto his face. It was something he did every now and then, to blow of steam. It was relaxing, and he liked Paris. He struck out on a path he'd never taken before, starting along the Seine on the Left Bank and then heading inward, among a lower-income area. He was given a wide berth in his Nazi uniform, something he liked about wearing it. It commanded respect.

As he walked, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Things were going well here; yes, quite well. If there were any Jews hiding still in France, they were very clever indeed. He had a nose for them, and he had done an impressive job of sniffing out each and every one of them. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered had they been Jew or Gentile. They were a target for his ruthless efficiency, nothing more.

Landa glanced up, suddenly aware that something was...off. In the course of a few minutes, while he hadn't been paying attention, his surroundings had changed. He squinted; it had grown quite dark, but there were no city lights.

Well, that was a lie. There were city lights, but they were quite far off. All around him, there was only darkness. Emptiness. Concerned, Landa tried to turn, but saw only the very same thing. He turned back, bewildered, but his curiosity had been roused. He pressed forward, squinting ahead into the distance.

And then, before he could even say what had happened, he was upon it. An enormous city, sprawling. Not Paris. It was unlike any city he had ever seen. And he was utterly compelled to keep walking, straight into it. It's drawing him in; he wants to see. To explore.

He's hungry for it.

Third-Person #2:

He didn't know her name, only that the little slut was begging for it the moment she laid eyes on him. Landa didn't blame her; he could be quite irresistible. He had lured her in, weaving a web, and then she'd found herself ensnared. She couldn't get out now, even if she wanted to. He had her backed against a wall in the back of the crowded bar; nobody would notice them here, and even if they did, he couldn't care less. As his mouth found the soft skin of her throat, teeth scraping the tender flesh just hard enough to leave a mark, one hand traveled up her pale thigh, exposed by the short dress she wore. Her legs were lovely, but what he really wanted waited between them.

His erection pressed into her hipbone, a tension that was entirely perfect for the time being. Landa forced the girl's thighs apart with his hand, and stroked gently at the juncture there, just once, before pressing the heel of his hand into her. He could feel her growing damp, and incredibly warm, and he chuckled darkly against her neck.

"You like that, yes? Schlampe." The girl made a quiet keening noise, not recognizing that he'd just called her a slut. She was one. She had been asking for this, in the swell of her breasts, the flit of her dark eyes, the tongue swiping against her lips as she'd asked for his name. Landa tugged the scrap of fabric aside and pressed a large finger against her slit, and she jumped slightly. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her there, and Landa slowly pushed a finger into her.

He was taking his time, and watching this little whore squirm was so delicious.