Post by Akil Tafari on May 18, 2008 19:17:29 GMT
Accepted
Very original idea and I'm happy to welcome you to the board. And I think you are our first German Neutral Unit...
~Dan
Account E-Mail: ruthlessassassin@live.co.uk
Name: Akil Tafari
Nationality:
- African
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Axis
Character History:
Born in 1893 in the African plains, Akil was surrounded by extreme poverty for the extent of his entire early life. He was forced to work in the fields from a very young age to raise the small sum of money that his family depended on to survive.
In 1941, he discovered a small group of Nazi troops trespassing on his territory and was originally set to merely shoot them and be done with it. The Axis troops, however, managed to talk their way out of death and convinced him to become a spy around the African area for large sums of money.
Military Rank:
- Informant/Spy
Writing Sample:
Akil gritted his teeth, trying to drown out the terrified thoughts in his head. He was going to die...he was going to die...
It didn't seem so bad, really. Maybe in the afterlife he might meet his parents again, his friends, his ancestors, all slain mercilessly by the British in their campaigns to bring "civilisation" to Africa. Didn't they realised they had civilisation? His skin may be black but his blood was just as red as theirs.
"Get up!" said a wary voice from the clump of trees to Akil's right. "Name yourself,"
Akil realised that three British soldiers had surrounded him and were aiming their rifles at him shakedly.
"Wait a second," sighed the second soldier, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. "This is no German; he's not Italian either,"
The man withdrew his gun and patted Akil on the back.
"We're not going tp hurt you," he said slowly, as if Akil were some kind of dumb animal.
Akil shrugged the Brit's hand from his shoulder and rose to his feet.
"Come on, let him go," moaned the second soldier. "Poor man. He's probably lost,"
It was the patronising tone he wore that hurt the most. But then, at least he had the decency to actually talk to him, even if it was patronising.
The first soldier nodded reluctantly, and slinged his rifle over his shoulder.
"I s'pose you're right," he grunted, before turning to Akil. "Alright you can go. Now off with you,"
The soldiers turned their backs and began trudging up the murky pathway, grumbling amongst themselves. Akil pulled out his weapon, a small Colt pistol and calmly shot each Brit twice in the back. They each sank to the floor silently, silent screams etched on their faces for all eternity. Akil confiscated the Brits' weapons and grinned. It had been a good haul.
Very original idea and I'm happy to welcome you to the board. And I think you are our first German Neutral Unit...
~Dan
Account E-Mail: ruthlessassassin@live.co.uk
Name: Akil Tafari
Nationality:
- African
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Axis
Character History:
Born in 1893 in the African plains, Akil was surrounded by extreme poverty for the extent of his entire early life. He was forced to work in the fields from a very young age to raise the small sum of money that his family depended on to survive.
In 1941, he discovered a small group of Nazi troops trespassing on his territory and was originally set to merely shoot them and be done with it. The Axis troops, however, managed to talk their way out of death and convinced him to become a spy around the African area for large sums of money.
Military Rank:
- Informant/Spy
Writing Sample:
Akil gritted his teeth, trying to drown out the terrified thoughts in his head. He was going to die...he was going to die...
It didn't seem so bad, really. Maybe in the afterlife he might meet his parents again, his friends, his ancestors, all slain mercilessly by the British in their campaigns to bring "civilisation" to Africa. Didn't they realised they had civilisation? His skin may be black but his blood was just as red as theirs.
"Get up!" said a wary voice from the clump of trees to Akil's right. "Name yourself,"
Akil realised that three British soldiers had surrounded him and were aiming their rifles at him shakedly.
"Wait a second," sighed the second soldier, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. "This is no German; he's not Italian either,"
The man withdrew his gun and patted Akil on the back.
"We're not going tp hurt you," he said slowly, as if Akil were some kind of dumb animal.
Akil shrugged the Brit's hand from his shoulder and rose to his feet.
"Come on, let him go," moaned the second soldier. "Poor man. He's probably lost,"
It was the patronising tone he wore that hurt the most. But then, at least he had the decency to actually talk to him, even if it was patronising.
The first soldier nodded reluctantly, and slinged his rifle over his shoulder.
"I s'pose you're right," he grunted, before turning to Akil. "Alright you can go. Now off with you,"
The soldiers turned their backs and began trudging up the murky pathway, grumbling amongst themselves. Akil pulled out his weapon, a small Colt pistol and calmly shot each Brit twice in the back. They each sank to the floor silently, silent screams etched on their faces for all eternity. Akil confiscated the Brits' weapons and grinned. It had been a good haul.
