Welcome! This is the home of my tank people OCs, where I keep their profiles and some info on their world. Read on to find out the most important facts in a nutshell.

What the hell are they?

Tank people aka turret heads aka tank heads are something I certainly didn't invent, but found a really cool concept so I adopted it and put my own twist on it. I've started drawing them back in 2016 and soon started coming up with some personalities and backstories for them.

Some quick facts:

  • ​Tank people are the reincarnated souls of destroyed tanks.
  • They retain the memories of their past “life”.
  • No, their cannons don't work.
  • They live among humans.
  • Sometimes their former crews are still alive; some tank people form a strong bond with them.
  • Only their turrets are made of metal, the rest of their bodies appear human.
  • After their reincarnation, if they are killed they stay dead for good.​
  • They can't eat or drink; they don't have to.

In-Depth Info

If you're curious and want to read further, there's more, rather detailed stuff I came up with. Check out the Lore page.


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one in thousands ... we're not the same.

Confidence incarnate, Roswell lives a carefree life filled with women and success. There is only one thing that eats away at him - the desire to find and kill the tank that destroyed him. His existence seems to be enviable. He has it all - but below the surface, it is hollow, for there is not much going on apart from his obsessive thirst for vengeance on an innocent stranger.

A confident and reckless fellow who tends to have little empathy with others.

He loves women, and it's rarely difficult for him to get a girl he wants. He prefers tank women, however, and will give most humans the cold shoulder. Even with tank women, he isn't interested in more than the casual fling, though, much to the dismay of those who fall in love with him.

The problem is that he is also very much in love with himself - not in a healthy way. He thinks he was some sort of extremely important, unique tank who was predestined to winning the war. Other tanks like Shermans were cannon fodder produced in thousands, but he was special. He had purpose - he was the big cat killer. The fact that he failed is something he can't get over. In his mind, he's still extremely important and unique, which makes him arrogant and dismissive of others' feelings and worries.


Nickname(s) Ros
Surname White
Date of Rebirth 21st Mar 2000
Birthplace Dessau, Germany
Residence Philadelphia, US
Gender Male
Sexuality Straight
Relationship Single
Height 1.84m (6'1'’)
Languages English (native)


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Keeps his turret in a good condition. On the right side of the cannon barrel, an inscription reads "GET REKT" - it was added rather recently. Repainted his turret soon after he was reborn to feature the current green.

Not at all conscious about his body and doesn't mind showing it off. He is very aware of his looks; while he doesn't brag, he does know that a bit (or a lot) of bare skin can help you achieve things in certain situations.


He prefers a formal clothing style when going out, but otherwise doesn't mind more casual clothes. His wardrobe also contains various shirts and sweaters with pop culture references printed on them, but he keeps those up to date, which means regularly throwing away the old clothes and buying new ones - he can afford it. Sometimes he can also be seen in camo pants, although he doesn't wear his uniforms in his downtime, except for official occasions.

When he's on missions, he has some freedoms about his choice of outfits, but generally chooses practicality over style.



He has many admirers, and generally tends to get along well with others, but doesn't really maintain any close friendships. It doesn't bother him - he simply doesn't care much about people.

Despite being a rather chill person for the most part, he doesn't take any shit from anyone and will not think twice about teaching the offender a lesson. Most people know not to start fights with him, but there are always ones going for it. This doesn't bother him either; even though he doesn't usually start them, he loves fights.


He doesn't like talking and prefers letting his actions speak. When he does say something, it's usually a snide remark.

Loud and attention-seeking people give him serious headaches, and he may forget to behave around them.

Around superiors, he acts professional and competent, addressing them with the due respect - but not more than that.


  • Huge memelord who spends a lot of time online.
  • On the internet, nobody knows you're a tank
  • Dreams about his nemesis sometimes.
  • The "mask" of his turret was cut from the armour of a Panther tank.
  • Would collect his enemies' heads as trophies if it wasn't against the law.
  • Will snap your neck without hesitation or feeling sorry.


Roswell was a T26E4 Super Pershing in his past tank life - one of the modified M26 Pershings that were designed to fight the German big cats. He did a good job at that; his crew managed to take out Panthers and even some Tigers, but as they fought in a town called Dessau, they met a King Tiger that swiftly put an end to their life.

Many years later, Roswell woke up in said town. He was brought back to the US, where he was given temporary housing for the time being. Not pleased with the prospect of ending up with a "menial" job like many of his peers, he looked around for other options. He decided that he wanted to work for the military, but the very basic education he was getting wouldn't have been enough to join. Being a rare tank however, he realized that he could profit from that fact. He got in touch with several associations and was accepted by one of them.

Living with them for a while, he had them pay for him getting further education. After getting his GED effortlessly, he simply ditched the association, which didn't sit well with them, but he didn't care at all. They couldn't do anything about him leaving; not even offering him money could change his mind.

He went on to apply for the army and got accepted immediately. As soon as he finished basic training, he went on various missions and established a reputation, was soon put in charge of his own squads.

Due to his job but also because he never felt like he really belonged in one place, he moved to different cities and states often. Fortunately for him, he doesn't get attached to people, so leaving everyone behind and making a fresh start every time was never a problem for him.

Normally, he doesn't hold grudges, but with the King Tiger that destroyed him it's different. He wants to find and kill him, and has been searching for him since he was reincarnated, but wasn't able to locate him yet. It's his biggest goal, and he doesn't mind having to wait in case his nemesis wasn't reborn yet. In the meantime, he continues to make a living by being a career soldier in the army, which enables him to live a pretty carefree life without any financial worries.


Whoa, didn't expect you here. Hi. Let me just put on some clothes and then let's go down that rabbit hole, shall we?


Their bodies are made of flesh and bone as well and - except for the head - look identical to that of a regular human. All sexes, ethnicities, and body types occur. Typically, the sex appears to be random, while the ethnicity matches the population of the tank head's origin, and their body type / height is proportional to their tank body.

Only the outer surface and some of the interior of the head is made of metal. The extra weight that the steel adds leads to the neck bones being stronger, but not in an outwardly noticeable way. Due to big parts of the head featuring air pockets (similar to bird bones), the additional weight isn't great. The surface can be modified and repainted easily.

Inside the head, the organs are re-arranged and modified to suit the head. The brain is usually located near the cannon breech.

Airways and optical nerves are rerouted. There is no actual mouth present, but a pseudo-mouth allows them to speak, despite being useless otherwise. Breathing happens through the cannon barrel, and also through a hole in the turret's floor. This hole may be circle- or rectangle-shaped and leaves enough space for the neck as well as a range of head movements.

The Headmeat

All hatches on the turret can be opened, and will expose the insides. Commonly just called "headmeat", it is the head's organs and the fleshy surface of the membrane that surrounds them. Opening the hatches should only be done in cases of emergency and by health professionals, since the insides are vulnerable to injury and infection.

Since the turret acts as the skull, a tank head that can't form a proper head at rebirth will most likely die immediately, akin to a human born without a complete skull. This concerns mostly open-topped or turret-less tanks.

Bodily Functions

Even though all organs of a human are present in a tank head, not all of them are functional. There are some similarities, but also some differences to regular human bodily functions.

  • Lungs: Fully functional. Tank heads can suffer from respiratory issues and infections. They can get sniffly.
  • Heart: Fully functional. Tank heads can bleed and die from blood loss. Their blood recovers normally.
  • Digestive Tract: Completely dysfunctional. The organs are there and fully developed, but don't do anything. They may contract diseases, however. It's possible for a tank head to vomit, even though they only have a sort of slimy coating instead of stomach acid.
  • Brain: Fully functional. The metal skull makes it very vulnerable to cold and heat. Concussions are more common than in humans due to the surrounding air pockets.

Hair and nails grow normally, and wounds from injuries or surgery heal at a normal rate. It is also possible for a tank head to tan. Their bodies age at a very slow rate; combined with the fact that they are already reborn as adults, this means that they generally appear as in their mid-20s.


The height, weight, and build of a tank head depends on what tank they were in their past life. Small tanks become shorter tank heads, big tanks become tall ones. A heavy tank will be meatier than for example a light tank destroyer. The tallest tank heads tend to be taller than regular humans, but so far the shortest known tank heads are about 1.50m (4'11') tall.

There are of course exceptions to this "rule", although they seem to be very rare. Despite some random variations, there are a lot of tank heads of the same tank model that simply look identical.


Tank heads are similar to humans, DNA-wise. Nevertheless, they're unable to produce offspring - neither with their own kind, nor with humans.

Relationships between tank heads are seen as unproblematic, but things get complicated when humans get involved. It is generally discouraged for tank heads to date humans. It's not only stigma - even tank heads themselves would often tell a friend not to get involved with a human. In fact, many relationships fail because of the fact that tank heads don't age like their human partners and can't have biological children.

Life and Death


When a tank is destroyed, a tank head gets reborn. The time this takes is seemingly random; it can take hours, or many years.

The process is unexplained. They just suddenly appear in the place that their tank self was destroyed, naked and with all the memories of their past life.

Like their bodies, their minds are those of adults when they are born. They lack life experience, though, which means that young tank heads act like young adults that lived a sheltered life at home and are now forced to deal with the outside world and their own problems for the first time.


When they are found after their rebirth, tank heads are taken to one of the special municipalities where their origin is determined. If possible, they are identified as their tank self and then receive whatever belongings or funds their crew intended for them.

Some turret heads are never reported to the municipalities and instead live their life as undocumented citizens. Reasons include trying to evade being transferred back to their countries of origin, or being victims of human trafficking. They often acquire fake IDs and work off the book.

Upon registration, a tank head is prompted to choose a first and last name for themself. Most go with random ordinary names, but some choose more unusual ones.


Many tank heads live in poverty. They usually don't have anyone to support them when they are reborn, and get a rough start in life. Finding education and jobs is tough for them, and many end up failing to get either. There are many associations and even private persons that try to support them, but successful and independent tank heads are still not the norm.


Once a tank head is killed, they stay dead for good. They can die from injury and sickness.


Many tank heads want to be seen as humans, but there are also ones who don't want to be associated with them. Those either see themselves as a sort of completely different species, sister-species, or just simply and plainly tanks.


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