Klaus Alexander Schteiffer

Klaus Alexander Schteiffer is a Resistance Fighter working with the Adamantine Guard. He is a Stable Metahuman, notable for having wings.

To begin at a time before his conception, Klaus' family history is a wild ride of turnabouts and strange pathways fate has taken the Schteiffer name.

His father, Frederich Jullergreig Schteiffer was born in Berlin, Germany, in 1992 to his parents; Hermann Ietzershein Schteiffer and Helene Schteiffer. He grew up with his sister, Mary Schteiffer and lived in an extremely divided household.

Hermann was a devious man, not loyal to his country and having a troubled history with his own father, a veteran of the Second World War and a known drinker. Raised up on the fresh punches of alcoholism, Hermann disassociated himself with his father and when he established his own family, he joined the Red Army and forcefully moved his kin on the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Frederich, raised on the backwards madness that was his father's deviation from the returning pride of German identity, he grew a sharp resentment for Hermann. Frederich used his free time, whatever time he could spare, to study aviation, instilling some semblance of hope as his father controlled the family as a demented puppeteer, his mother, completely given up and his sister completely dependent on Frederich to survive.

Reaching a local town Lieutenant position, Hermann kept climbing the positions of power, but his ambition got the better of him. One night, after an empty promotion, Hermann engaged in drunken celebration and more insulting lectures about the benefits of his job and siding with the Soviets. He looked like he was having such a good time until his own son, Frederich, piped up about the falsehood Hermann inhibited. Hermann didn't like that. Not one bit. Hermann scored the first blow, but Frederich was grown up tough, shielding his sister from the harsh winds of the East Berlin Winter, and shielding the rest of the family from the nights that Hermann doesn't remember.

It was at this point that Frederich had enough of his father's cruelty and charged at him, able to take advantage of the man's current state, Frederich shoved his old man out of the window, falling onto the hard snow. Frederich didn't see him get back up.

Stashed away and located on the roof of the apartment building, Frederich's pride and joy at the time, was the key to the Schteiffer family salvation. Rigged and built scrappy from shoddy parts and miscellaneous plane pieces, a poor man's glider was what the his mother and sister stared at while Frederich set things up. The heavy snow storm was double edged sword, on one hand, the Soviet guards had less of a chance seeing them glide over the wall, on the other hand, he couldn't see too much. But he knew the general direction and guessed he was at a high enough point to reach over. He, his mother and sister took a deep breath and as well as a leap of faith.

To everyone's amazement, the sturdy piece of junk Frederich created was holding, and it was barely enough to make it over the Berlin Wall into the Western side of Germany.