Post by hansvonspekle on Jan 8, 2009 22:34:09 GMT
Cool, good idea. =]
Sorry about the delay.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: lederhosenguy7@yahoo.com
Name: Viktor Krashnov
Nationality: Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None, he is a petty thief
Character History:
Viktor is a thief. And a traitor. And a scoundrel. And huge. And sly. And an all around scumbag. And an Adventurer.
He prefers the latter.
Little is known about his childhood, other than he was born to a spy and seductress. His is unknown, but he is probably one of the many Imperial German officers she seduced.
His history begins to become more clear at age eighteen, when he enlisted in the Soviet Army. After reaching the rank of corporal, he was dishonorably discharged after stealing from fellow soldiers on several accounts. That is when he became a thief.
The day after, with the last money he had, he went to the tailors and ordered three special made shirts. One was black and red, made of cotton, with many pockets and hammer and sickles on the Collier and the right shoulder. The second was Grey-green and made of heavy material, and the third was a white satin dress shirt. After that, he set out.
From then on he traveled from city to city, town to town, stealing, scamming, and making female "Friends". When the war started, he slightly leaned toward the allies, but he has no problem with dealing with Nazis from time to time.
He is quite the eccentric man, with strange taste buds, and for the measure, a strange lifestyle.
Military Rank: None, he is a just a no do gooder.
Writing Sample:
Viktor adjusted his fur hat as he squinted through the early morning fog. A slight rain dampened his black shirt as he guided his massive body through the shadows. Freaking nazis, they took over the damned village, leaving no one left to pick pocket.
Viktor splashed through a small puddle as he dashed down a side alley. He stopped abruptly at the end of the alley and peeked out. A SS soldier with a kar98k stood at the street corner. Viktor was going to take him out. He slowly drew one of the several knives on his heavy, tattered belt and began to creep out of the alley.
He grabbed the guard by the throat with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He let out a muffled cry as Viktor dragged his blade over the veins in the Germans neck. Warm blood spurted over the SS runes on his collar and down the front of his woolen uniform. Viktor let him collapse onto the street and then sprinted to the nearest building. He opened the door and ducked behind a window.
Another SS guard turned the corner and saw his killed comrade. As he ran to check the dead mans pulse Viktor pulled a Walther P38 from his belt and burst out of the building. The SS man looked at him in shock as Viktor aimed his pistol to his head.
Viktor smiled slightly as the Nazi's heads exploded.
Sorry about the delay.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: lederhosenguy7@yahoo.com
Name: Viktor Krashnov
Nationality: Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None, he is a petty thief
Character History:
Viktor is a thief. And a traitor. And a scoundrel. And huge. And sly. And an all around scumbag. And an Adventurer.
He prefers the latter.
Little is known about his childhood, other than he was born to a spy and seductress. His is unknown, but he is probably one of the many Imperial German officers she seduced.
His history begins to become more clear at age eighteen, when he enlisted in the Soviet Army. After reaching the rank of corporal, he was dishonorably discharged after stealing from fellow soldiers on several accounts. That is when he became a thief.
The day after, with the last money he had, he went to the tailors and ordered three special made shirts. One was black and red, made of cotton, with many pockets and hammer and sickles on the Collier and the right shoulder. The second was Grey-green and made of heavy material, and the third was a white satin dress shirt. After that, he set out.
From then on he traveled from city to city, town to town, stealing, scamming, and making female "Friends". When the war started, he slightly leaned toward the allies, but he has no problem with dealing with Nazis from time to time.
He is quite the eccentric man, with strange taste buds, and for the measure, a strange lifestyle.
Military Rank: None, he is a just a no do gooder.
Writing Sample:
Viktor adjusted his fur hat as he squinted through the early morning fog. A slight rain dampened his black shirt as he guided his massive body through the shadows. Freaking nazis, they took over the damned village, leaving no one left to pick pocket.
Viktor splashed through a small puddle as he dashed down a side alley. He stopped abruptly at the end of the alley and peeked out. A SS soldier with a kar98k stood at the street corner. Viktor was going to take him out. He slowly drew one of the several knives on his heavy, tattered belt and began to creep out of the alley.
He grabbed the guard by the throat with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He let out a muffled cry as Viktor dragged his blade over the veins in the Germans neck. Warm blood spurted over the SS runes on his collar and down the front of his woolen uniform. Viktor let him collapse onto the street and then sprinted to the nearest building. He opened the door and ducked behind a window.
Another SS guard turned the corner and saw his killed comrade. As he ran to check the dead mans pulse Viktor pulled a Walther P38 from his belt and burst out of the building. The SS man looked at him in shock as Viktor aimed his pistol to his head.
Viktor smiled slightly as the Nazi's heads exploded.