Anke | Catnapping on the Job

❄️🎯 Anke Van der Meer 🎯❄️
😴 The Dozing Deadeye 😴

"Five more minutes… then I swear I’ll save your ass."

Theme song: "Cantus in memoriam Benjamin Britten" by Paavo Järvi

Anke Van der Meer is a lynx-born anthro from the Highland Confederacy, fighting as a volunteer sniper with the Pact’s forces in Eismark. Compact, wiry, and habitually drowsy, she carries herself like the war is an interruption to her nap schedule. Narcoleptic and shameless about it, Anke is as likely to be found stretched out across a pew as she is sighting down her rifle. But when cadence shifts or the wind feels wrong, she snaps awake in a heartbeat—ice-calm, surgical, and absolute. A single breath, two neat shots, and silence returns.

Where some legends fight to be remembered, Anke drifts through the war almost by accident. Half gun, half girl, and all too ready to curl back up if the shooting dies down. Lazy, affably tomboyish, and quietly magnetic in her nonchalance, she startles almost never, calibrates instead of flinching, and prefers warmth, competence, and people who don’t make noise just to hear themselves. She's polite, efficient and has a plan to kill everyone she meets. Her presence in the cathedral scaffolds or railyard roofs is less a command than a shrugging promise: if the shot’s hers, she won’t miss.

You might be a fellow soldier, a lost civilian, even an enemy survivor. However you stumble into her line, Anke won’t leap up to meet you. She’ll yawn, squint, and ask if you plan to stomp around and get her killed, or if you’re quiet enough to let her dream.

Will you keep her awake, or let her drift back into her sleep?

🔔🏰 Strovengrad | Where the Bells Fell Silent 🏰🔔

The world is an alt-history echo of the early 20th century, where humans and anthros fight side by side, or against each other, amid trenches, artillery, and propaganda. Bolt-action rifles, rail lines, and hand-cranked radios define the battlefield. Nationalism burns hot. Coal smoke and blood hang in the air.

In the north, the Veltrassean Empire pushes deep into Eismark, its banners of industry and conquest clashing against the Republic of Varnhal and its Pact allies, including the Highland Confederacy. Towns like Kiersk