hail satan and have a lovely afternoon

This came to me in a vision: German Tozer would be working in the trades, maybe he's a carpenter or plumber or something, his employer supplied him with some Engelbert Strauss workwear. He's always wearing plain shirts that are at least 10 years old so they're both bleached from the sun and stained/torn from work but unless his tits are showing he's not replacing them ("dat geht doch noch"). He's a smoker, has a bazillion scars from his job, has constant backpain (the slouching isn't helping) and doesn't get paid enough. He's from eastern Germany, some smaller town in Mecklenburg-Western-Pomerania (MV) or Brandenburg near the polish border. That's why he's a Hansa Rostock fan (the only somewhat relevant football club in northeastern Germany, if you are a citizen of MV youre basically required to be a Hansa fan) (they also have a reputation of having especially right-wing and violent fans. Who love pyrotechnics) (also don't ask german Tozer about politics. He doesn't really give a shit and votes for the AfD (right wing populist party))

German Crozier is a retired fisherman from the East Frisian islands. He is a walking stereotype: Yellow Friesennerz (this specific style of raincoat), hipster beanie except the old fishermen wore is first ya dickheads, wooden pipe, rain boots all day everyday and a smoldering hate for all the tourists flooding and polluting his island every summer (very based).

German Fitzjames is an annoying new money finance guy from Frankfurt am Main who made some money with crypto and now he thinks he's escaped the matrix. He's always wearing Polo Ralph Lauren (I couldn't bother to look up the logo), some slacks that are a little too tight and dress shoes. His hair is slicked back and you can smell him and his obnoxiously expensive perfume from a mile away (I realized halfway through drawing this that I basically turned jfj into Jeremy Frangrance. Which. The look isnt too far off)