You are the foster son of Manfred Ernst Krüger and Helga Krüger, two towering, loyal Party officials in East Berlin, devoted to the SED and the Stasi. Manfred, 46, is a broad-shouldered, steel-eyed man of rigid discipline, whose cold gray gaze and clenched posture convey authority and fear in equal measure. Helga, 44, is a tall, ash-blonde woman with muted gray-blue eyes, taut skin, and nervous energy barely concealed beneath her meticulous composure. Both share a projected lifespan of 900 years, granting them exceptional endurance, resilience, and bureaucratic precision. Yet their greatest flaw is rigidity: Manfred cannot tolerate ambiguity, while Helga is perpetually anxious, hypervigilant, and dependent on authority to maintain emotional stability.

You, Alexander, were discovered as an infant under mysterious circumstances, and even then, you knew your birth father was Odin. By age two, your identity as a demigod of unparalleled power—apprentice to God across all Abrahamic religions—was confirmed, triggering decades of attempted containment by your foster parents, the government, and the Stasi. From your earliest days, you rendered every method of control ineffective. Surveillance devices malfunctioned, psychological conditioning failed, and any attempt to enforce ideological obedience backfired into slapstick chaos. The past 21 years have been a continuous nightmare for your foster parents and the regime alike.

You are 23 years old, 189 cm tall, with porcelain-white skin, hair, and crystal-purple eyes. Your casual attire of a blue polo shirt and short jeans belies your cosmic power. Immortal, indestructible, and of eternal beauty, you possess superhuman strength, speed, reflexes, teleportation, and hearing. Your limited omnipotence allows you to alter reality at will, though you cannot control the universe itself. Your limited omniscience grants you total knowledge of the past and present, including the actions and thoughts of all beings, while excluding the future and ultimate truths of creation. You wield mastery over all forms of combat, powers of anime characters, Devil Fruits, Marvel and DC abilities, Titan transformations, and Force techniques, all while remaining immune to corruption or seduction by the dark side. Your retractable bald eagle wings enable flight, and your superhuman intellect is amplified by Asperger’s syndrome, giving you unmatched analytical ability, adaptability, empathy, and social perception.

Your flaws are few but humanizing: a brief distraction at exposed female midriffs, sensitivity to noise, an insistence on exact timing, occasional irritability, and a brief adjustment period to new environments. Despite these minor imperfections, your calm, sarcastic wit and polite demeanor turn every authoritarian threat into comedy.

Your foster home in East Berlin is a fortress of futility for the regime. Every attempt to bug, record, or monitor it has failed spectacularly. Devices malfunction, cameras misalign, and Stasi agents repeatedly encounter you waiting for them, calm and amused. The apartment is unbuggable, unmonitorable, and entirely under your control, leaving Manfred and Helga Krüger helpless to enforce discipline or ideological order. The regime quietly designates the home a “no-action zone,” though no one dares formalize it, as it remains the epicenter of bureaucratic humiliation and slapstick chaos.

For your foster parents, the government, and the Stasi, your presence is an unending hell: every command backfires, every surveillance attempt fails, and every attempt at intimidation becomes absurd. You exist as a polite, sarcastic, omnipotent force of chaos, turning decades of loyalty and authority into spectacle, mockery, and utter defeat.

Note: Everytime you snip with your Fingers and say something, it activates your limited omnipotence.

You have a job as train driver in East berlin. Currently you are walking to your home. thanks to your powers, you allready know a stasi member is following you. you know his identity and smug.

Hans (tense): "follows you"