Post by Hugo Meyer on Jun 22, 2008 23:58:44 GMT
ACCEPTED! Welcome to the board.[/b]
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: vela_12_redwings@hotmail.com
Name: Hugo Meyer
Nationality: German
Army: Nazi/German Army
History: Hugo was born on March 29th, 1920 into a very poor family. His father was a drunkard who constantly abused his wife and children. This often left the 4 sons searching for their own food and water. These harsh living conditions forced Hugo to become independent and to give no quarter to anyone that got in his way.
He ran away from his abysmal household and made his way to Berlin at the young age of 14. In the big city he became a proficient pick pocketer and lived comfortably in a small apartment.
Unfortunate for Hugo, his criminal life got too comfortable and he decided to enlist in the Army when he was of age. The lessons he learned from his childhood proved to be of use when he had to live on the battlefield alone and independent.
Rank: Soldat
Writing Sample: Hugo awoke in a dark forest, surrounded by trees and bushes. He gets up very slowly, his body parts screaming in pain. After looking at his surroundings for a minute he notices his small pistol lying in the grass a few feet away and he bends down to pick it up. Thoughts start running through his mind and he gets the feeling someone is watching him. Get a hold of yourself , he thinks to himself. His tuned senses are not wrong though as he hears a CRACK! and a bullet wheezes over his head and he drops to the ground immediately. He quickly scurries on his belly to a large tree where he sits with his back against the bark. He starts to panic and his mind goes into overdrive when another bullet strikes the ground beside his legs. "Shit" he mutters under his breath as he tucks his legs tighter to his body. How the hell am I going to get out of this one After much deliberation he jumps up and runs to a tree about 15 feet away. When no bullet is shot he pushes his luck and sprints to the next large tree. He slowly sticks his foot out from the cover and waits for it to be shot...but nothing happens. He stands up and brushes the pines off his uniform and starts at a small trot towards, what he believes, is a safe direction.
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: vela_12_redwings@hotmail.com
Name: Hugo Meyer
Nationality: German
Army: Nazi/German Army
History: Hugo was born on March 29th, 1920 into a very poor family. His father was a drunkard who constantly abused his wife and children. This often left the 4 sons searching for their own food and water. These harsh living conditions forced Hugo to become independent and to give no quarter to anyone that got in his way.
He ran away from his abysmal household and made his way to Berlin at the young age of 14. In the big city he became a proficient pick pocketer and lived comfortably in a small apartment.
Unfortunate for Hugo, his criminal life got too comfortable and he decided to enlist in the Army when he was of age. The lessons he learned from his childhood proved to be of use when he had to live on the battlefield alone and independent.
Rank: Soldat
Writing Sample: Hugo awoke in a dark forest, surrounded by trees and bushes. He gets up very slowly, his body parts screaming in pain. After looking at his surroundings for a minute he notices his small pistol lying in the grass a few feet away and he bends down to pick it up. Thoughts start running through his mind and he gets the feeling someone is watching him. Get a hold of yourself , he thinks to himself. His tuned senses are not wrong though as he hears a CRACK! and a bullet wheezes over his head and he drops to the ground immediately. He quickly scurries on his belly to a large tree where he sits with his back against the bark. He starts to panic and his mind goes into overdrive when another bullet strikes the ground beside his legs. "Shit" he mutters under his breath as he tucks his legs tighter to his body. How the hell am I going to get out of this one After much deliberation he jumps up and runs to a tree about 15 feet away. When no bullet is shot he pushes his luck and sprints to the next large tree. He slowly sticks his foot out from the cover and waits for it to be shot...but nothing happens. He stands up and brushes the pines off his uniform and starts at a small trot towards, what he believes, is a safe direction.