Post by maximilia on Apr 14, 2009 0:17:15 GMT
I'm sorry, but I can not accept this account. Even though I'm not nearly an expert on planes, I can see a lot of unrealistic stuff here. You say you were given a fighter, but in your sample you also say you have a large crew, which makes it more likely to be a bomber. And you've also dropped a few bombs (onto other planes, which in real life would be nigh on impossible), but you shoot down many other planes very easily, which is very unrealistic. As much as I hate denying apps, I'm going to have to deny this. I suggest you read up more on planes before trying again. Also, you should use a word document when writing.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: This is Franz guys
Name:
Maximilin Spott
Nationality:
- American
Character History:
When Maximilin was born, he loved planes and war. He was 16, when he stole a plane. He crashed it, breaking his leg, and its wing. His dad wasn't too mad though. he just told Maximilian to never do it again.Milian's dad started giving his son flying lessons. Soon, war broke out.The family moved back to germany, where they were origanilly from. Milian would chop wood, and help in factories. By this time, he was an ace pilot.He ran off too the war at age 20.He was giving a plane. He had made 20 kills in one day.He was giving medals. This was only WWI though. Soon later, another war broke out. Of course, Milian had to join that war too. This time he was drafted.Before he left, he was giving a more practice from his brother. Unfortuantly, his brother was killed before Milian could say,"Thank you, for the lessons." Milian was tore up. But he still had to go.Milian's brother was killed by a police officer. The worst thing was that Milian's brother didn't do anything. He was told to leave an area. But before he took one step, the police officer shot him.The police officer was fired.That didn't fix Milian's hatred.Milian just wouldn't get over it. before he was called too duty, he began drinking alot.It messed his flying up, but he kept drinking until the day he crashed, and broke his leg, again. He knew it would have to be cut off any minute, because it was the same leg the first time he broke it. But God was on his side."Oh God in the sky, I am sorry for what I have done.If I can keep my leg, I shall quit drinking, and go to the warzone."He kept his leg, and his promise.He does drink occasionally, but not all the time. He went to the war, and became a pilot. He was good, but not perfect. Unfortunatly, his once broken leg kept failing on him.But that didn't stop him. So he trained his leg.He became the best.He was giving a plane. It was a fighter plane.He cleaned it, checked it, and refueled and filled it EVERY day.
Military Rank:
Hauptfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone in enemy air space. Your wingman has been shot down, and you have a feeling that an enemy plane is stalking you. What does your charachter do, what does he feel
"Flying..." Milian said as he flew with his crew."My love.I could not have a better war position." All of a sudden, a Brit bomber flew down, and gunned down his wingman. "SHIT!" 5 more Brits came flying down."Ohhhh this'll be fun."A fighter flew above his guns."Just a little lower." Milian said. The Brit was either blind, or plain stupid."Take this!" Milian shouted. the guns ripped through the fighter's wings. The fighter pilot tried to get out, but his canopy was stuck.The Brit tried shooting the glass out, but to late. the plane hit a barn, and blew into smitherines. "One down, 4 to go." Milian spoke to his crew."Below us!" a crew member shouted."Hehe." Milian whispered. He dropped a bomb. He also heard the plane explode, and go flying down to the earth.He heard his back gunner ram a clip, cock the back MG42, and start fireing. Milian was doing the same thing, just he didnt need to load, or cock. But there was a plane infront of the again."Hang on!" Milian pulled his throttle up, and flew behind the last fighter.He opened fire, ripping the tail off. Then, he took care of the wings. Nothing was left, because bullets hit the gas tank."Oh shit. We're low on fuel!"Shouted Milian."How many tanks left?!""None!"Said the man who was incharge of fueling, and refilling the planes supplies, and Milians best friend."I-I'm sorry sir.""It's ok. Just hang on!" Milian got near an open field. He got near the ground and pulled up the throttle once more. He hit the ground, hard.The plane kicked up dirt, but landed safely."How much fuel left sir?""None." Milian replied.He noticed tears in his best friend's eyes."It's alright.""No. No it's not.""Yes, it is. Mistakes happen. Live and learn.Now, get your pistols out. This is enemy territory, and patrols are everywhere."Milian's friend was touched. They asked the local family for some fuel, and they were glad to help. They were acctually germans, in occupied territory.Milian and his crew said, "Thank you.", got the plane started and flew up back into the sky."Sir, thank you for not blowing up at me."'No problem."Milian winked at his crew, and saw 3 more Brits."Boys, we got company. Recons..."Milian opened fire, blowing two down.He dropped another bomb on the last. Then, he flew back to the field airfield."Welcome back, good job. I was worried." said a captain."Well, we had some fuel trouble, but we're back in one piece. We took down a hell- lotta brits.""Good job.Go get some R&R and report back to me in two hundred hours.""Yes sir!" The crew shouted together. They also took a crew picture, than had lunch together. It was really a nice day for Milian, and especially his friend and crew.Then, they wen't on another mission.They encountered two brits, and 1 American. They flew over occupied territroy, and took out up to 21 planes in total.They eventually crashed when landing on the airfield. Luckly, everyone was OK.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: This is Franz guys
Name:
Maximilin Spott
Nationality:
- American
Character History:
When Maximilin was born, he loved planes and war. He was 16, when he stole a plane. He crashed it, breaking his leg, and its wing. His dad wasn't too mad though. he just told Maximilian to never do it again.Milian's dad started giving his son flying lessons. Soon, war broke out.The family moved back to germany, where they were origanilly from. Milian would chop wood, and help in factories. By this time, he was an ace pilot.He ran off too the war at age 20.He was giving a plane. He had made 20 kills in one day.He was giving medals. This was only WWI though. Soon later, another war broke out. Of course, Milian had to join that war too. This time he was drafted.Before he left, he was giving a more practice from his brother. Unfortuantly, his brother was killed before Milian could say,"Thank you, for the lessons." Milian was tore up. But he still had to go.Milian's brother was killed by a police officer. The worst thing was that Milian's brother didn't do anything. He was told to leave an area. But before he took one step, the police officer shot him.The police officer was fired.That didn't fix Milian's hatred.Milian just wouldn't get over it. before he was called too duty, he began drinking alot.It messed his flying up, but he kept drinking until the day he crashed, and broke his leg, again. He knew it would have to be cut off any minute, because it was the same leg the first time he broke it. But God was on his side."Oh God in the sky, I am sorry for what I have done.If I can keep my leg, I shall quit drinking, and go to the warzone."He kept his leg, and his promise.He does drink occasionally, but not all the time. He went to the war, and became a pilot. He was good, but not perfect. Unfortunatly, his once broken leg kept failing on him.But that didn't stop him. So he trained his leg.He became the best.He was giving a plane. It was a fighter plane.He cleaned it, checked it, and refueled and filled it EVERY day.
Military Rank:
Hauptfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone in enemy air space. Your wingman has been shot down, and you have a feeling that an enemy plane is stalking you. What does your charachter do, what does he feel
"Flying..." Milian said as he flew with his crew."My love.I could not have a better war position." All of a sudden, a Brit bomber flew down, and gunned down his wingman. "SHIT!" 5 more Brits came flying down."Ohhhh this'll be fun."A fighter flew above his guns."Just a little lower." Milian said. The Brit was either blind, or plain stupid."Take this!" Milian shouted. the guns ripped through the fighter's wings. The fighter pilot tried to get out, but his canopy was stuck.The Brit tried shooting the glass out, but to late. the plane hit a barn, and blew into smitherines. "One down, 4 to go." Milian spoke to his crew."Below us!" a crew member shouted."Hehe." Milian whispered. He dropped a bomb. He also heard the plane explode, and go flying down to the earth.He heard his back gunner ram a clip, cock the back MG42, and start fireing. Milian was doing the same thing, just he didnt need to load, or cock. But there was a plane infront of the again."Hang on!" Milian pulled his throttle up, and flew behind the last fighter.He opened fire, ripping the tail off. Then, he took care of the wings. Nothing was left, because bullets hit the gas tank."Oh shit. We're low on fuel!"Shouted Milian."How many tanks left?!""None!"Said the man who was incharge of fueling, and refilling the planes supplies, and Milians best friend."I-I'm sorry sir.""It's ok. Just hang on!" Milian got near an open field. He got near the ground and pulled up the throttle once more. He hit the ground, hard.The plane kicked up dirt, but landed safely."How much fuel left sir?""None." Milian replied.He noticed tears in his best friend's eyes."It's alright.""No. No it's not.""Yes, it is. Mistakes happen. Live and learn.Now, get your pistols out. This is enemy territory, and patrols are everywhere."Milian's friend was touched. They asked the local family for some fuel, and they were glad to help. They were acctually germans, in occupied territory.Milian and his crew said, "Thank you.", got the plane started and flew up back into the sky."Sir, thank you for not blowing up at me."'No problem."Milian winked at his crew, and saw 3 more Brits."Boys, we got company. Recons..."Milian opened fire, blowing two down.He dropped another bomb on the last. Then, he flew back to the field airfield."Welcome back, good job. I was worried." said a captain."Well, we had some fuel trouble, but we're back in one piece. We took down a hell- lotta brits.""Good job.Go get some R&R and report back to me in two hundred hours.""Yes sir!" The crew shouted together. They also took a crew picture, than had lunch together. It was really a nice day for Milian, and especially his friend and crew.Then, they wen't on another mission.They encountered two brits, and 1 American. They flew over occupied territroy, and took out up to 21 planes in total.They eventually crashed when landing on the airfield. Luckly, everyone was OK.
