Post by Fred Lebel on Nov 1, 2008 6:56:30 GMT
Well there isn't really a ranking system to try and grade you on as a civilian and you history and writing sample both meet and exceed the minimum standards.
ACCEPTED!
Should you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Fred Lebel
Nationality:
French
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
The Army of Capitalism
Character History:
Fred Lebel (No relation to Col Nicholas Lebel) was born on August 15th, 1885 in Paris, and lived his younger years traveling between his parent’s apartment in the City of Light, the château that had been in their family for generations in the Loire Valley, and the numerous farms his father owned in collation with his business of producing farming equipment. Then when he was a teenager, he started to travel the world. He went to the United States; where he went to college and learned English; Germany, where he met his life long friend, Erwin Stempf, who‘s father owned a similar company to Fred‘s, and who‘s sister, Hilda, Fred would eventually marry; and England, where he was beaten up and mugged. While in his thirties, the Great War broke out, and Fred escaped the horrors of war by going to the other side of the Atlantic, Michigan, USA, where he learned how to best convert the production practices perfected by the Ford Motor Company for the shovel and spade company that was now his. Copying the Ford business model, plus the fact that most of his families wealth was in land and the château, Fred was able to out the global depression smoothly, although his friend Erwin did not come up smelling like roses, and they stopped being friendly competitors and started being partners.
Coming on top even after a World War and a Depression, Fred Lebel’s luck did not stop there. On May 10th, 1940, when Fred was 55, Germany invaded France and Fred welcomed them with open arms. Because Erwin was a buddy of high ranking Nazis, he got the company German military contracts to change production from farming implements to bayonets, knives, and entrenching tools. Erwin also pushed Fred to start using the “undesirables” in the Nazi’s prisons camps. Always ready for to skim the expenses for maximal profits, Fred agreed eagerly. Other then that, the beginning of the war was no different then earlier years for the company. Until 1943, when Erwin was executed as a spy and a traitor who had been using the factories to harbor and help escape the very prisoners the Nazis had assumed he was working to death. The death of his friend depressed Hilda so much that she killed herself, leaving Fred with 3 adult children. The deaths of his friend and his wife hurt Fred and he retired from the company, after putting the factories completely under the control of the Nazi war machine. He now spends his time between his château, the farmlands, and Paris,. where his children live.
Military Rank:
Neutral Civilian
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Fred Lebel was annoyed. First he had been awoken in the middle of the night every night for the past week by the thunder of war between the Germans and the Americans, and tonight German artillery had blown holes in his fences that connect his hedgerows. So now Fred had to be stuck out in the cold French air as he went along the fence line, to find the gaps before his cattle could escape.
As Fred tried to remove his leg from the vines of one of the hedgerows he had tried to climb over, he heard the noise of rustling vegetation behind him, quickly followed by a sharp, “Halt!” (Halt) Fred’s arms rose up and he slowly turned around. The man who had issued the order to stop was a German sniper camouflaged in a ghilly suit, his bayoneted and scoped K98 rifle pointed at Fred. The German slowly walked forward as Fred swished his muddy heels together and dropped his left hand to put his right in a salute.
“Heil Hitler!” shouted Fred, as the German reached him and stuck the bayonet under Fred chin before he asked the Frenchman, “Wer sind Sie?” (Who are you?)
Fred thought about the question, as he tried to find the German words, “Ich nicht spreche Deutsch.” (I do not speak German)
“Do you speak English then?” The German softly pressed the bayonet in Fred’s neck.
Fred coughed out a, “Yes, yes, I speak good English.”
The German repeated his earlier question, this time in English, “Who are you?”
Fred smiled before answering, “I am Fred Lebel, owner of Lebel Knives, previously Lebel… what is the English way? Ah yes, Lebel Farming Instruments. That bayonet you have on your rifle is probably one of mine.”
The German smiled, “It would very humorous if you would die by one of your blades.”
“I didn’t think Germans knew what humor was,” Fred began to laugh, but suddenly a loud bang erupted from a hedgerow a few yards away, and the German dropped his rifle to grab his ears, but he collapsed, dead, before he got them up there. It was clear that he had been shot through the side of the head. Fred then attempted to get himself freed from the hedgerow, but he was unable before a sniper wearing an American ghilly suit and who carried a scoped Springfield ran up to him.
Fred shouted American praise as the sniper checked the German body before he asked the same question as the German a simple, “Who are you?
Fred sighed and answered, “I was telling our dead friend the same thing, although I must thank you for doing it in a much nicer matter. I am Fred Lebel, this is my field the German artillery has destroyed.”
“Don’t worry,” the American picked up and examined the German’s rifle, “we should have the German’s driven out by tomorrow, and you can go back to tilling your fields.”
Fred smiled, “That is very good. I always new the American would save their French allies, now could you please do a Frenchman another favor and cut me loose, I have seemed to have gotten myself caught.” He shows the American the vines and weeds tangled around his leg. The American tossed Fred the German’s boot knife before climbing up the hedgerow the German had climbed down earlier. The American and Fred exchanged salutes before the American disappeared onto the other side and Fred cut himself free.
ACCEPTED!
Should you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Fred Lebel
Nationality:
French
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
The Army of Capitalism
Character History:
Fred Lebel (No relation to Col Nicholas Lebel) was born on August 15th, 1885 in Paris, and lived his younger years traveling between his parent’s apartment in the City of Light, the château that had been in their family for generations in the Loire Valley, and the numerous farms his father owned in collation with his business of producing farming equipment. Then when he was a teenager, he started to travel the world. He went to the United States; where he went to college and learned English; Germany, where he met his life long friend, Erwin Stempf, who‘s father owned a similar company to Fred‘s, and who‘s sister, Hilda, Fred would eventually marry; and England, where he was beaten up and mugged. While in his thirties, the Great War broke out, and Fred escaped the horrors of war by going to the other side of the Atlantic, Michigan, USA, where he learned how to best convert the production practices perfected by the Ford Motor Company for the shovel and spade company that was now his. Copying the Ford business model, plus the fact that most of his families wealth was in land and the château, Fred was able to out the global depression smoothly, although his friend Erwin did not come up smelling like roses, and they stopped being friendly competitors and started being partners.
Coming on top even after a World War and a Depression, Fred Lebel’s luck did not stop there. On May 10th, 1940, when Fred was 55, Germany invaded France and Fred welcomed them with open arms. Because Erwin was a buddy of high ranking Nazis, he got the company German military contracts to change production from farming implements to bayonets, knives, and entrenching tools. Erwin also pushed Fred to start using the “undesirables” in the Nazi’s prisons camps. Always ready for to skim the expenses for maximal profits, Fred agreed eagerly. Other then that, the beginning of the war was no different then earlier years for the company. Until 1943, when Erwin was executed as a spy and a traitor who had been using the factories to harbor and help escape the very prisoners the Nazis had assumed he was working to death. The death of his friend depressed Hilda so much that she killed herself, leaving Fred with 3 adult children. The deaths of his friend and his wife hurt Fred and he retired from the company, after putting the factories completely under the control of the Nazi war machine. He now spends his time between his château, the farmlands, and Paris,. where his children live.
Military Rank:
Neutral Civilian
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Fred Lebel was annoyed. First he had been awoken in the middle of the night every night for the past week by the thunder of war between the Germans and the Americans, and tonight German artillery had blown holes in his fences that connect his hedgerows. So now Fred had to be stuck out in the cold French air as he went along the fence line, to find the gaps before his cattle could escape.
As Fred tried to remove his leg from the vines of one of the hedgerows he had tried to climb over, he heard the noise of rustling vegetation behind him, quickly followed by a sharp, “Halt!” (Halt) Fred’s arms rose up and he slowly turned around. The man who had issued the order to stop was a German sniper camouflaged in a ghilly suit, his bayoneted and scoped K98 rifle pointed at Fred. The German slowly walked forward as Fred swished his muddy heels together and dropped his left hand to put his right in a salute.
“Heil Hitler!” shouted Fred, as the German reached him and stuck the bayonet under Fred chin before he asked the Frenchman, “Wer sind Sie?” (Who are you?)
Fred thought about the question, as he tried to find the German words, “Ich nicht spreche Deutsch.” (I do not speak German)
“Do you speak English then?” The German softly pressed the bayonet in Fred’s neck.
Fred coughed out a, “Yes, yes, I speak good English.”
The German repeated his earlier question, this time in English, “Who are you?”
Fred smiled before answering, “I am Fred Lebel, owner of Lebel Knives, previously Lebel… what is the English way? Ah yes, Lebel Farming Instruments. That bayonet you have on your rifle is probably one of mine.”
The German smiled, “It would very humorous if you would die by one of your blades.”
“I didn’t think Germans knew what humor was,” Fred began to laugh, but suddenly a loud bang erupted from a hedgerow a few yards away, and the German dropped his rifle to grab his ears, but he collapsed, dead, before he got them up there. It was clear that he had been shot through the side of the head. Fred then attempted to get himself freed from the hedgerow, but he was unable before a sniper wearing an American ghilly suit and who carried a scoped Springfield ran up to him.
Fred shouted American praise as the sniper checked the German body before he asked the same question as the German a simple, “Who are you?
Fred sighed and answered, “I was telling our dead friend the same thing, although I must thank you for doing it in a much nicer matter. I am Fred Lebel, this is my field the German artillery has destroyed.”
“Don’t worry,” the American picked up and examined the German’s rifle, “we should have the German’s driven out by tomorrow, and you can go back to tilling your fields.”
Fred smiled, “That is very good. I always new the American would save their French allies, now could you please do a Frenchman another favor and cut me loose, I have seemed to have gotten myself caught.” He shows the American the vines and weeds tangled around his leg. The American tossed Fred the German’s boot knife before climbing up the hedgerow the German had climbed down earlier. The American and Fred exchanged salutes before the American disappeared onto the other side and Fred cut himself free.