Post by Franz Walters on Apr 17, 2009 20:07:45 GMT
I'll accept you, but at Unteroffizer, which is a few ranks below the one you requested.
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 [/i]
Milian was flying in the sky. There was only one plane left with him. It was his wingman. "If he goes down, I'm flipped probley." Milian pushed the throttle up a little bit. "Thank you, God for giving me this position. "All of a sudden a English bomber with 4 guns on each wing. Milian got his radio, but it was too late. The wingman, and Milian's last partner on the trip was gunned down. "SHIT!"Milian shouted.Milian tried to take on the bomber.Luck was on his side.All the bullets fired hit the gears and shifts, on the front of the bomber, taking it down. "Hahaha!Take that! You ugly, tea drinking, tounge chewin' Sons of bitches!" Milian was in his fighter plane. It was freshly cleaned, and refilled.Milian pulled the throttle down, losing some speed.He flipped two switches, and turned his radio so he could contact the closest Airbase. "This is pilot Maximillan Spott, Reporting in.""Milian! What the hell is going on out there?!" "I'm on my own sir.""Damnit, come back to the airbase ASAP. "Yes sir." Milian turned his plane around, flying upside down for a minute, then pulling back up right. His adventure wasn't over just yet.Two Brit fighters pulled up behind him. One came in front of him.Milian heard what to him was a taunt. "Don't play me, tea drinker." Milian pulled the triggers, fireing all four guns. Milian didn't stop, even when the British man bailed out. Milian wasn't one to take chances. He took out the pilot. Milian pulled up and came behind the last Brit.The Brit tried to escape. No luck . For the Brit that is.He bailed out, but couldn't get the parachute out. The Brit pilot hit the ground, then his plane crashed on top of him. "Poor man. "Milian caught site of a Allied AA-Gun.Milian's plane was hit once. But Milian hit them harder. Milian dropped his only bomb, and blew the whole thing up.Milian got to the airbase, but ran out of fuel. He pulled the throttle up, and hit the field, very hard.Milian still had a bit of luck left. He broke his leg, but it recovered, and is now back to flying. "You did good son. You did good." The Air Captain said.
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 [/i]
Milian was flying in the sky. There was only one plane left with him. It was his wingman. "If he goes down, I'm flipped probley." Milian pushed the throttle up a little bit. "Thank you, God for giving me this position. "All of a sudden a English bomber with 4 guns on each wing. Milian got his radio, but it was too late. The wingman, and Milian's last partner on the trip was gunned down. "SHIT!"Milian shouted.Milian tried to take on the bomber.Luck was on his side.All the bullets fired hit the gears and shifts, on the front of the bomber, taking it down. "Hahaha!Take that! You ugly, tea drinking, tounge chewin' Sons of bitches!" Milian was in his fighter plane. It was freshly cleaned, and refilled.Milian pulled the throttle down, losing some speed.He flipped two switches, and turned his radio so he could contact the closest Airbase. "This is pilot Maximillan Spott, Reporting in.""Milian! What the hell is going on out there?!" "I'm on my own sir.""Damnit, come back to the airbase ASAP. "Yes sir." Milian turned his plane around, flying upside down for a minute, then pulling back up right. His adventure wasn't over just yet.Two Brit fighters pulled up behind him. One came in front of him.Milian heard what to him was a taunt. "Don't play me, tea drinker." Milian pulled the triggers, fireing all four guns. Milian didn't stop, even when the British man bailed out. Milian wasn't one to take chances. He took out the pilot. Milian pulled up and came behind the last Brit.The Brit tried to escape. No luck . For the Brit that is.He bailed out, but couldn't get the parachute out. The Brit pilot hit the ground, then his plane crashed on top of him. "Poor man. "Milian caught site of a Allied AA-Gun.Milian's plane was hit once. But Milian hit them harder. Milian dropped his only bomb, and blew the whole thing up.Milian got to the airbase, but ran out of fuel. He pulled the throttle up, and hit the field, very hard.Milian still had a bit of luck left. He broke his leg, but it recovered, and is now back to flying. "You did good son. You did good." The Air Captain said.