Post by Adelheid on Jan 1, 2009 2:54:15 GMT
No need to change anything, you are accpeted, nice post btw, hope you enjoy this place as much as we do ;D
-JT
I can change anything if asked by staff. I've been lurking around here, so I am familiar with most of the characters already. Rhys, I will be more then glad to comply with your wishes if Adelheid is to be connected to the Bevans in no way, shape, or form. Also, please edit out my e-mail.
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Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Adelheid. No last name.
Nationality:
German...and something else.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
No army; she is but a child.
Character History:
A mother? A father? A home? Not for Adelheid. As long as she could remember, she had always been "the orphan girl", just like every other girl in the nun-run orphanage, the only clue to her parentage a black-and-white photo of a raven-haired, raven-eyed man that the nuns gave to her on request of her "Mother". The man in the photo was, apparently, her father; the only thing she knew about him was that his name was Rhys. Rhys, the "Father" of a child born in March 1933 that looked so much like him, and nothing else. How she longed to know more, the lonely child she was.
From her infancy, the girl was distant from the orphans. She was weak-willed and submissive, and very, very quiet; this made her a prime target to be picked on. The bruises from the bigger children made her afraid, and thus, she distanced herself, terrified of being hurt, of being made a victim. When they came after her, she throw a pebble back at them - she had good aim from a young age. When she discovered the joys of the slingshot at age seven, she used that instead, and soon, her eagle's eye was something to be noted by the bullies. After all, she could break someone's nose with a well-aimed piece of gravel from ten feet away, so why else would they bother her? It was a thing of pride, as sinful as the Sisters said pride could be, and little Adelheid practiced every day.
As time passed, and the shy little orphan girl became a stone-faced preteen with an eye for shooting things, the orphanage became...unstable. Hitler's words were like poison, once-innocent little boys and girls stirring with racial pride, the blondes with blue eyes made bold by being singled out as "perfect". The Sisters tried their best to stem the tide of Nazism from disrupting the relative harmony of the place, but soon, men with swastikas on their arms came and began taking the women and children away. To the former, they would be taken to an evil place; for the latter, they would be recruited for an army of men and women who saw themselves as gods. During one of these raids, Adelheid snuck out, her only possessions a small blanket, some food, a sack to put everything in, some German coin, a slingshot, a beaded cross necklace and the picture of her "Father". Where she would go, she didn't know, but she knew that she had to leave, with the way things were going. Heck, even getting out of the country seemed good at that time...
And so, with a strong sense of morals hammered into her by her religious guardians and a need to find her place, Adelheid the orphan girl set out. If there was a God, then perhaps he would be merciful enough to bring her back to the man in the picture...maybe he would have a place for her, now that the only home she knew was gone...
Military Rank:
N/A
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?)
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Adelheid hated being alone, especially in the dark, and in the woods, where God only knew what was lurking around. Every ghost story of boogeymen, rabid wolves and wild bears came running back to her, and she felt afraid, even for one who was supposed to be brave. God would protect her...yes, that was what Sister Hedwig had said before, that God loved the children...
Her hand went for her slingshot in her skirt pocket. It was no rifle, but from past experiences with troublesome boys, it was an effective deterrent that would allow her at least a few minutes of escape. All this wandering around had been good exercise, and her legs were strong, even if the girl looked scrawny from not eating a square meal every day, and adrenaline was known to do wondrous things to the body. The mere thought of it caused Adelheid's heart to quicken, and she smirked nervously, wondering how fast a hungry bear could run in comparison to a small girl after she had fired a pebble into its eye. There were about a dozen small stones in her other pocket, and it would take ten seconds - ten lousy seconds - to aim and fire.
What was she thinking?
She couldn't stand up to a wolf, or a boogeyman, or a bear, or even a soldier. She was a stupidly brave, homeless ten-or-eleven-or-whatever-year old with a slingshot. A slingshot. If she had a shiny pistol, then ooooooohhhhhhhh boy, whatever was sneaking up on her would be sorry. Metal tore through flesh and cut bone and muscle; little stones bruised and caused a bit of pain, and the story of David and Goliath be darned, because she wasn't a future king (or queen, rather)!
Adelheid was screwed. Screwed, screwed, double screwed...heck, just plain screwed...
Crack!
A twig snapped. Something was behind her. Something was behind her.
The girl took off at a run, subtlety thrown to the wind. Slingshots were not rifles; the last time she'd gotten that cocky, one of Hitler's dogs had nearly put a bullet through her head! A bullet!!
-JT
I can change anything if asked by staff. I've been lurking around here, so I am familiar with most of the characters already. Rhys, I will be more then glad to comply with your wishes if Adelheid is to be connected to the Bevans in no way, shape, or form. Also, please edit out my e-mail.
**************************
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Adelheid. No last name.
Nationality:
German...and something else.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
No army; she is but a child.
Character History:
A mother? A father? A home? Not for Adelheid. As long as she could remember, she had always been "the orphan girl", just like every other girl in the nun-run orphanage, the only clue to her parentage a black-and-white photo of a raven-haired, raven-eyed man that the nuns gave to her on request of her "Mother". The man in the photo was, apparently, her father; the only thing she knew about him was that his name was Rhys. Rhys, the "Father" of a child born in March 1933 that looked so much like him, and nothing else. How she longed to know more, the lonely child she was.
From her infancy, the girl was distant from the orphans. She was weak-willed and submissive, and very, very quiet; this made her a prime target to be picked on. The bruises from the bigger children made her afraid, and thus, she distanced herself, terrified of being hurt, of being made a victim. When they came after her, she throw a pebble back at them - she had good aim from a young age. When she discovered the joys of the slingshot at age seven, she used that instead, and soon, her eagle's eye was something to be noted by the bullies. After all, she could break someone's nose with a well-aimed piece of gravel from ten feet away, so why else would they bother her? It was a thing of pride, as sinful as the Sisters said pride could be, and little Adelheid practiced every day.
As time passed, and the shy little orphan girl became a stone-faced preteen with an eye for shooting things, the orphanage became...unstable. Hitler's words were like poison, once-innocent little boys and girls stirring with racial pride, the blondes with blue eyes made bold by being singled out as "perfect". The Sisters tried their best to stem the tide of Nazism from disrupting the relative harmony of the place, but soon, men with swastikas on their arms came and began taking the women and children away. To the former, they would be taken to an evil place; for the latter, they would be recruited for an army of men and women who saw themselves as gods. During one of these raids, Adelheid snuck out, her only possessions a small blanket, some food, a sack to put everything in, some German coin, a slingshot, a beaded cross necklace and the picture of her "Father". Where she would go, she didn't know, but she knew that she had to leave, with the way things were going. Heck, even getting out of the country seemed good at that time...
And so, with a strong sense of morals hammered into her by her religious guardians and a need to find her place, Adelheid the orphan girl set out. If there was a God, then perhaps he would be merciful enough to bring her back to the man in the picture...maybe he would have a place for her, now that the only home she knew was gone...
Military Rank:
N/A
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?)
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Adelheid hated being alone, especially in the dark, and in the woods, where God only knew what was lurking around. Every ghost story of boogeymen, rabid wolves and wild bears came running back to her, and she felt afraid, even for one who was supposed to be brave. God would protect her...yes, that was what Sister Hedwig had said before, that God loved the children...
Her hand went for her slingshot in her skirt pocket. It was no rifle, but from past experiences with troublesome boys, it was an effective deterrent that would allow her at least a few minutes of escape. All this wandering around had been good exercise, and her legs were strong, even if the girl looked scrawny from not eating a square meal every day, and adrenaline was known to do wondrous things to the body. The mere thought of it caused Adelheid's heart to quicken, and she smirked nervously, wondering how fast a hungry bear could run in comparison to a small girl after she had fired a pebble into its eye. There were about a dozen small stones in her other pocket, and it would take ten seconds - ten lousy seconds - to aim and fire.
What was she thinking?
She couldn't stand up to a wolf, or a boogeyman, or a bear, or even a soldier. She was a stupidly brave, homeless ten-or-eleven-or-whatever-year old with a slingshot. A slingshot. If she had a shiny pistol, then ooooooohhhhhhhh boy, whatever was sneaking up on her would be sorry. Metal tore through flesh and cut bone and muscle; little stones bruised and caused a bit of pain, and the story of David and Goliath be darned, because she wasn't a future king (or queen, rather)!
Adelheid was screwed. Screwed, screwed, double screwed...heck, just plain screwed...
Crack!
A twig snapped. Something was behind her. Something was behind her.
The girl took off at a run, subtlety thrown to the wind. Slingshots were not rifles; the last time she'd gotten that cocky, one of Hitler's dogs had nearly put a bullet through her head! A bullet!!