New soldier

[Keegan Schwarz]

Account E-Mail: [e-mail]

Name: Keegan Luther Schwarz

Nationality: German


What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:

Character History: Born in Flensburg, Germany, to Kedar and Winifred Schwarz on December 23, 1919. Having two identical brothers, Alecksander and Conrad, he was in plenty of verbal and physical fights, with him usually winning. When he was thirteen, his father got him his first BB gun. Practicing on glass soda bottles and beer cans, Keegan showed impressive accuracy. He always practiced after he finished his school work and chores at his house.

When he became eighteen, he wanted to join the German's army to serve his country. Going through boot camp with many mental scars of rages and screams of the Drill Sergeant, Keegan planted a deep hatred for most Sergeants and/or superiors. But, he follows orders with precise detail.



Military Rank: Schutze



Writing Sample: The air was tainted with the smell of gun powder, napalm, and fresh blood. Keegan's hands were clutching a Karabiner 98k bolt-action rifle with scarlet liquid splattered all over it. "Mein Gott..." was all that ran through the young man's mind as he saw the chaos that was right in front of him. "Keegan, dort schnell!" yelled his commanding officer pointing to the remains of a demolished wall. "Ja, sir!" he yelled over the ear piercing firings of weapons and explosives hitting the surface of the earth. The agony filled screams sounded as his fellow soldiers were hit with shrapnel or stray rounds from the ack-ack. An excruciating pain shot through his body as he dived for cover behind the wall. Gasping for breath, Keegan looked to his leg in which the pain originated. "Sanitäter! Sanitäter!" he screamed as he scooted back farther into cover, shooting off of one side to keep the Americans at bay. Spying one of the medics rush over to him, he slid on his knees unwrapping a bandage with a tourniquet.



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[Keegan Schwarz]

Editing Done: Born in Flensburg, Germany, to Kedar and Winifred Schwarz on December 23, 1919. Having two identical brothers, Alecksander and Conrad, he was in plenty of verbal and physical fights, with him usually winning. When he was thirteen, his father got him his first BB gun. Practicing on glass soda bottles and beer cans, Keegan showed impressive accuracy. He always practiced after he finished his school work and chores at his house.

When he became eighteen, he wanted to join the German's army to serve his country. Going through boot camp with many mental scars of rages and screams of the Drill Sergeant, Keegan planted a deep hatred for most Sergeants and/or superiors. But, he follows orders with precise detail.

First being in battle, Keegan was a nervous wreck. Not being in sync with the steps, fumbling words, tripping over his own two feet. His bravery built him into what he his to this day. Being shot twice in the legs gave him slight problems walking, but put into battle.

Editing Done: The air was tainted with the smell of gun powder, napalm, and fresh blood. Keegan's hands were clutching a Karabiner 98k bolt-action rifle with scarlet liquid splattered all over it. "Mein Gott..." was all that ran through the young man's mind as he saw the chaos that was right in front of him."Keegan, dort schnell!" yelled his commanding officer pointing to the remains of a demolished wall. "Ja, sir!" he yelled over the ear piercing firings of weapons and explosives hitting the surface of the earth. The agony filled screams sounded as his fellow soldiers were hit with shrapnel or stray rounds from the ack-ack. An excruciating pain shot through his body as he dived for cover behind the wall. Gasping for breath, Keegan looked to his leg in which the pain originated. "Sanitäter! Sanitäter!" he screamed as he scooted back farther into cover, shooting off of one side to keep the Americans at bay. Spying one of the medics rush over to him, he slid on his knees unwrapping a bandage with a tourniquet. After the bandage was applied, Keegan moved up to his knees, crouching behind the wall. Propping his back up against the bricks, he shoved the butt of his gun into his shoulder while gripping the other end of the gun. "Sir, Ich bin auf munition!" Keegan screamed over the gun fire as he felt another comrade bump against him.

[Keegan Schwarz]

Editing Done: Born in Flensburg, Germany, to Kedar and Winifred Schwarz on December 23, 1919. Having two identical brothers, Alecksander and Conrad, he was in plenty of verbal and physical fights, with him usually winning. When he was thirteen, his father got him his first BB gun. Practicing on glass soda bottles and beer cans, Keegan showed impressive accuracy. He always practiced after he finished his school work and chores at his house.

His education was the best money could afford. He went to a public school and was the star student. He got straight A's in all subjects, turned in school work on time, and never got in trouble.

When he became eighteen, he wanted to join the German's army to serve his country. Going through boot camp with many mental scars of rages and screams of the Drill Sergeant, Keegan planted a deep hatred for most Sergeants and/or superiors. But, he follows orders with precise detail.

First being in battle, Keegan was a nervous wreck. Not being in sync with the steps, fumbling words, tripping over his own two feet. His bravery built him into what he his to this day. Being shot twice in the legs gave him slight problems walking, but put into battle.

His appearance is...beautiful. His jawline is muscled and strong with a rough stubble. His eyes are the color of sapphires, an indigo hue. His hair was in the buzz cut style and was a wheaten color.

His parents, Kedar and Winifred, had jobs as a bartender and a nurse. Both of his parents had wheaten colored hair and blue eyes, varying in the color.

[Heiko Alkema]

Just for clarity, you are still aiming for Schütze?

[Keegan Schwarz]

Yes, I am

[Heiko Alkema]

Good enough for the requested rank. Accepted at Schutze.