Post by William Luther on Jul 11, 2008 1:40:12 GMT
Accepted!
Never thought I'd see you join the Axis Ranks
~Danny
Account E-Mail:
Name: William Luther
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
The Rhineland area if Germany shared the border with France, and had been demilitarised since the Great War of 1914-1918. William was born in the waning months of the conflict, to a mother displaced by the combat, and widowed by the brutal French artillery shells. He only managed to enjoy the first five years of his life with her, before she fell the the Flu. William had no family, at all, his grandparents being dead and his parents both being only children.
He was thrown in to a rough Munich orphange, and from day one was indoctrinated in the regime of violence, his innocence of a childhood stolen by lines of bullies waiting for the new blood. He wasn't especially physically imposing, being only slightly above average height throughout his growth, but he quickly began packing muscle, becoming a fairly thick set young man.
Luther was 14 when Hitler was elected was elected Chancellor, 15 when he became Fuhrer. The changes to Germany were remarkable, and Luther saw the light in the ways of the Fuhrer, quickly becoming absorbed in to the propoganda, and the Hitlerjungen. As he sprouted in to his late teens, he was no longer the tormented, but became the most feared resident of the orphanage, being members of his school wrestling and boxing teams. His strength gave him the control he loved, the overwhelming feeling of not being able to be stopped.
He turned 18 on June 26th, 1936, and joined the Wehrmacht, and soon the SS, becoming a young NCO sworn to serving the Fuhrer. He was pushed to the limits of his unusual strength, becoming one of the finest young soldiers at the disposal of Germany.
By time the events of September 1939 came around, he was SS-Scharfuhrer, second in command of a platoon. He served valiently, and was thrown in to the Second World War, a man who had no reason to fear death, for he had nothing behind him to keep him held back.
Military Rank:
SS-Sturmscharführer
Writing Sample:
It had been a well-planned ambush, but planning does not always translate smoothly from paper to practical. Who would have known that the enemy was carrying bazookas? Certainly not the patrol commander. William was the only soldier left standing, and three American's were all that stood between him and home. He reloaded his rifle and violently threw the bolt home. He doubled back to the patrol and found what was left of the Lieutenant and pulled the mans Luger out from a bush and took a second to slide the holster onto his belt.
He took a tentative step out of his cover and observed the carnage. A flaming APC was in the middle of the road, and their were tracks leading into the undergrowth of where the enemy had ran. Infact, one was cowering behind a tree, shaking with fear. William went up behind him and drew the pistol cocking it noisily before giving the soldier the good news.
The road home was overlooked by several farm houses, that had been supposedly cleared, but William had little trust in that. He hadn't survived three years of fighting without being careful. There could be hundreds of soldiers in the buildings, waiting for a lone German to stumble into their arms. A bout of gunfire erupted from one, and William instinctively dived for cover, but he wasn't being fired at. He smiled as he heard the roar of a tank engine in the background, and the cannon being fired at a house, collasing an entire corner of the building. A smile broke across his face as he jogged towards the lumbering leviathon and his ride home.
Never thought I'd see you join the Axis Ranks
~Danny
Account E-Mail:
Name: William Luther
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
The Rhineland area if Germany shared the border with France, and had been demilitarised since the Great War of 1914-1918. William was born in the waning months of the conflict, to a mother displaced by the combat, and widowed by the brutal French artillery shells. He only managed to enjoy the first five years of his life with her, before she fell the the Flu. William had no family, at all, his grandparents being dead and his parents both being only children.
He was thrown in to a rough Munich orphange, and from day one was indoctrinated in the regime of violence, his innocence of a childhood stolen by lines of bullies waiting for the new blood. He wasn't especially physically imposing, being only slightly above average height throughout his growth, but he quickly began packing muscle, becoming a fairly thick set young man.
Luther was 14 when Hitler was elected was elected Chancellor, 15 when he became Fuhrer. The changes to Germany were remarkable, and Luther saw the light in the ways of the Fuhrer, quickly becoming absorbed in to the propoganda, and the Hitlerjungen. As he sprouted in to his late teens, he was no longer the tormented, but became the most feared resident of the orphanage, being members of his school wrestling and boxing teams. His strength gave him the control he loved, the overwhelming feeling of not being able to be stopped.
He turned 18 on June 26th, 1936, and joined the Wehrmacht, and soon the SS, becoming a young NCO sworn to serving the Fuhrer. He was pushed to the limits of his unusual strength, becoming one of the finest young soldiers at the disposal of Germany.
By time the events of September 1939 came around, he was SS-Scharfuhrer, second in command of a platoon. He served valiently, and was thrown in to the Second World War, a man who had no reason to fear death, for he had nothing behind him to keep him held back.
Military Rank:
SS-Sturmscharführer
Writing Sample:
It had been a well-planned ambush, but planning does not always translate smoothly from paper to practical. Who would have known that the enemy was carrying bazookas? Certainly not the patrol commander. William was the only soldier left standing, and three American's were all that stood between him and home. He reloaded his rifle and violently threw the bolt home. He doubled back to the patrol and found what was left of the Lieutenant and pulled the mans Luger out from a bush and took a second to slide the holster onto his belt.
He took a tentative step out of his cover and observed the carnage. A flaming APC was in the middle of the road, and their were tracks leading into the undergrowth of where the enemy had ran. Infact, one was cowering behind a tree, shaking with fear. William went up behind him and drew the pistol cocking it noisily before giving the soldier the good news.
The road home was overlooked by several farm houses, that had been supposedly cleared, but William had little trust in that. He hadn't survived three years of fighting without being careful. There could be hundreds of soldiers in the buildings, waiting for a lone German to stumble into their arms. A bout of gunfire erupted from one, and William instinctively dived for cover, but he wasn't being fired at. He smiled as he heard the roar of a tank engine in the background, and the cannon being fired at a house, collasing an entire corner of the building. A smile broke across his face as he jogged towards the lumbering leviathon and his ride home.