Post by Lukas Schultz on Jun 1, 2008 2:31:46 GMT
Accepted
Yeah, I knew it was you anyway. I do read the C-box y'know.
Awesome idea for an account; you are the first German medic and I hope get to healing right away. I'm not giving you the officer rank, because there is already 3 Axis officers active and we don't particularily need another one.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: john577@comcast.net
Name: Lukas Schultz
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Army
Character History:
The Schultz family was one of the wealthiest families in Munich, Germany. Lukas grew up with no siblings what so ever. His parents had his life already paved out for him. They had every single private academy he would go to. What courses he would take. What college he would attend. They even had his job picked out for him, and how he would obtain it. They planned it all, even before Lukas was even born.
As a child, Lukas lived a dull life. He rarely got to have "fun" and he barely had any friends. It was also work work work! He was always studying, always reading, always practicing for something. Whenever Lukas had a "break" it was to practice playing the piano or violin, which to a child is no fun at all.
Lukas became utterly bored with his life. The small boy was strongly disciplined. His parents would do good as drill sergeants in a boot camp. Constant yelling, making him feel like scum, telling him what to do, telling him how to do it. The boy had no free will. He always listened and followed. Listened and followed.
Lukas was enrolled to the finest Medical University in Munich. He was in the top 10 of his class...he was the top in his class. When your whole life is spent practicing and studying for one thing...that happens. College seemed like a repeat of his last 18 years of life. Even though Lukas had learned nearly all of the information from college, before in his life, he spent 8 brutal years achieving the best degrees he could.
At the age of 26, Lukas graduated top of his class. He was plunged out into the world of medicine. But he didn't want to enter it. His parents had pushed him too far. He would not obey their wishes. When the war finally came around, he saw it as a prime opportunity to disobey his parents, but put his skills into use. He enlisted in the German Red Cross.
Military Rank:
Medical Officer or Combat Medical Technician Class 2
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
The bitter, cold winds of Belgium swept across the snow-blanketed landscape and sent shivers down the German Medic's spine. He wore nothing but the standard issued Medical uniform, which wasn't much. He made a huge attempt to make the medical insignia plastered upon his arm and helmet more visible, but the violent winter storm in the middle of the night...well you couldn't see the Red Cross from a distance.
If he was spotted, he was almost certain he would be killed. Lukas plunged into an empty foxhole upon accident, not even seeing it before his feet. He fell with a heavy thud, his helmet rolling off his head. Lukas moaned and forcefully pushed himself up off the ground. His limbs were sore, his mind was tired, and he was weak from the storm. You got keep moving. You got to get back to your lines.
Lukas glanced downwards at his blood-soaked hands. He grunted and wiped the blood into the snow-covered bottom of the foxhole. He wouldn't even be in blasted enemy territory if he hadn't ventured out into the night to try and patch up that stupid, young, idiotic German. NO! Lukas told himself. Never tell yourself that! You try to help everyone! That was what you were meant for. Your a medic. Be brave. Be brave.
Small bursts of gunfire could be heard in the distance. The distinct sound of a .50 cal machine gun. Lukas peaked his head out of the foxhole. Why was the foxhole even here? Had he wondered that far out into enemy territory. Then he could see. 20 yards or so away. There was another foxhole. Firing off into the night. He was on the enemy's front line. Lukas rolled out of the foxhole. He dashed through the forest as quickly as could.
Lukas tripped and slid through the snow.Get up you fool! Get up! Lukas began to breathe heavily as the bursts of gunfire grew louder. And some even closer. Lukas turned around. Was there someone behind him? In the distance he thought he saw something move. He cussed and got onto his feet. Sprinting for his life. He tripped once more and turned around. He could hear boots crunching the snow.
Lukas quickly got up to his feet once more. He dashed like a mad man. He could barely breathe through the cold, harsh air but he ran. He ran and ran. He had to get back to his lines. Run, Lukas, run! Don't look back. Don't stop. Just run.
Yeah, I knew it was you anyway. I do read the C-box y'know.
Awesome idea for an account; you are the first German medic and I hope get to healing right away. I'm not giving you the officer rank, because there is already 3 Axis officers active and we don't particularily need another one.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: john577@comcast.net
Name: Lukas Schultz
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Army
Character History:
The Schultz family was one of the wealthiest families in Munich, Germany. Lukas grew up with no siblings what so ever. His parents had his life already paved out for him. They had every single private academy he would go to. What courses he would take. What college he would attend. They even had his job picked out for him, and how he would obtain it. They planned it all, even before Lukas was even born.
As a child, Lukas lived a dull life. He rarely got to have "fun" and he barely had any friends. It was also work work work! He was always studying, always reading, always practicing for something. Whenever Lukas had a "break" it was to practice playing the piano or violin, which to a child is no fun at all.
Lukas became utterly bored with his life. The small boy was strongly disciplined. His parents would do good as drill sergeants in a boot camp. Constant yelling, making him feel like scum, telling him what to do, telling him how to do it. The boy had no free will. He always listened and followed. Listened and followed.
Lukas was enrolled to the finest Medical University in Munich. He was in the top 10 of his class...he was the top in his class. When your whole life is spent practicing and studying for one thing...that happens. College seemed like a repeat of his last 18 years of life. Even though Lukas had learned nearly all of the information from college, before in his life, he spent 8 brutal years achieving the best degrees he could.
At the age of 26, Lukas graduated top of his class. He was plunged out into the world of medicine. But he didn't want to enter it. His parents had pushed him too far. He would not obey their wishes. When the war finally came around, he saw it as a prime opportunity to disobey his parents, but put his skills into use. He enlisted in the German Red Cross.
Military Rank:
Medical Officer or Combat Medical Technician Class 2
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
The bitter, cold winds of Belgium swept across the snow-blanketed landscape and sent shivers down the German Medic's spine. He wore nothing but the standard issued Medical uniform, which wasn't much. He made a huge attempt to make the medical insignia plastered upon his arm and helmet more visible, but the violent winter storm in the middle of the night...well you couldn't see the Red Cross from a distance.
If he was spotted, he was almost certain he would be killed. Lukas plunged into an empty foxhole upon accident, not even seeing it before his feet. He fell with a heavy thud, his helmet rolling off his head. Lukas moaned and forcefully pushed himself up off the ground. His limbs were sore, his mind was tired, and he was weak from the storm. You got keep moving. You got to get back to your lines.
Lukas glanced downwards at his blood-soaked hands. He grunted and wiped the blood into the snow-covered bottom of the foxhole. He wouldn't even be in blasted enemy territory if he hadn't ventured out into the night to try and patch up that stupid, young, idiotic German. NO! Lukas told himself. Never tell yourself that! You try to help everyone! That was what you were meant for. Your a medic. Be brave. Be brave.
Small bursts of gunfire could be heard in the distance. The distinct sound of a .50 cal machine gun. Lukas peaked his head out of the foxhole. Why was the foxhole even here? Had he wondered that far out into enemy territory. Then he could see. 20 yards or so away. There was another foxhole. Firing off into the night. He was on the enemy's front line. Lukas rolled out of the foxhole. He dashed through the forest as quickly as could.
Lukas tripped and slid through the snow.Get up you fool! Get up! Lukas began to breathe heavily as the bursts of gunfire grew louder. And some even closer. Lukas turned around. Was there someone behind him? In the distance he thought he saw something move. He cussed and got onto his feet. Sprinting for his life. He tripped once more and turned around. He could hear boots crunching the snow.
Lukas quickly got up to his feet once more. He dashed like a mad man. He could barely breathe through the cold, harsh air but he ran. He ran and ran. He had to get back to his lines. Run, Lukas, run! Don't look back. Don't stop. Just run.
. Didn't post this on my other account on accident. By the way this is me Erik creating another character for some fun. ;D