Post by Armin on Jul 29, 2008 22:03:25 GMT
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I will accept your fall from glory
I liked your scenario, kinda nice to read something very realistic once in a while, you go off and play now.
-JT
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Name: Armin Fuchs
Nationality: Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? German
Character History:
When Armin was young he spent most of his life in his families large townhouse in Vienna with his two sisters. One of whom was just one year younger than him – Anna - and the other was three years younger and was called Rosa. His family was a lower-upper class family with Armin’s father running a large business and his mother spent most days out shopping with her friends. In fact, for Armin and his sisters, their most motherly figure would probably have been their nanny who minded them from a young age.
Armin was in his middle teens at the time of the Anschluss. He remembers the day very well: The crowds cheering, brass bands playing in the street, the Jews: all hiding. He got involved in the Hitler youth and even though he didn’t have any particular hate for the city’s Jews – the propaganda didn’t work on him - he joined in on many wrongdoings against them just for fun. He actually made a reputation for himself in the Hitler youth for his effectiveness at throwing objects at moving targets.
As he grew up, his desire to be in the army became clear to his family. He started gazing in awe at any passing troops in the street and his family made no attempt to stop him. Actually, having a son in Germany’s glorious army would give them something to boast about to their associates. What they didn’t like very much was his decision to rise through the enlisted ranks instead of becoming an officer, but they couldn’t convince him otherwise.
He enlisted in the German army and while most people hated the long lectures on field maneuvers and the long hours spent taking apart their weapons and putting them back together again, he relished in them. His goal was to rise all the way through the enlisted ranks until he gained a battlefield commission and was made a lieutenant. He finished the training at a sergeant rank and was immediately sent out to France where he gained yet more promotions by giving out clear calculated orders to his squad.
Military Rank: Oberstabsfeldwebel (Sergeant Major)
Writing Sample:
”Armin, get over here!” hissed Lieutenant Schwartz. Armin crept forward nearly silently to his CO’s side. The two men (And three others) were coming back from what had been a dangerous patrol into enemy territory and they all had the same feeling that something was following them. The palms of Armin’s hands were stained black from oil from when he had been cutting the fuel tanks on the trucks and he was still wiping them on his trousers every few minutes. “Crouch down here and stay hidden. Make sure nobody is following us. If anybody comes along then kill them. You know the way make to the camp on your own, right? If you can’t find us again then just head straight back there.” Armin nodded at the orders and instantly crouched down and waddled into a patch of ferns beside the path. And there he waited.
Only about two minutes later he heard the sounds of a fierce firefight coming from the direction the rest of the patrol had gone in. Abruptly coming out of hiding, he started running towards the sounds. He could here MP-40s and Mauser Karbines, which must be the members of his squad. But he could also here the rumbling of Tommy-guns and the sharp cracks of M1 Garands. The firing stopped as suddenly as it began and then Armin stumbled onto the bodies of the of the men of the patrol. Nothing else was to be seen except a few spent clips scattered here and there.
A twig snapped somewhere to Armin’s right. He stiffened and turned his head towards the sound with his mouth slightly open to hear it better. Then more twigs snapped. The sounds were moving in his direction: Quickly. He didn’t stop to think about how it could have been one of his squad. He didn’t stop to think where he was going: He just ran. His body automatically turned him in the direction of his front lines and as his arms pumped and his chest heaved he felt guilty. Guilty of being a coward.
I will accept your fall from glory
I liked your scenario, kinda nice to read something very realistic once in a while, you go off and play now.-JT
YOU NEED TO REGISTER AN ACCOUNT.
Account E-Mail: EDITTED OUT (Yes, I have turned to the dark side.)
Name: Armin Fuchs
Nationality: Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? German
Character History:
When Armin was young he spent most of his life in his families large townhouse in Vienna with his two sisters. One of whom was just one year younger than him – Anna - and the other was three years younger and was called Rosa. His family was a lower-upper class family with Armin’s father running a large business and his mother spent most days out shopping with her friends. In fact, for Armin and his sisters, their most motherly figure would probably have been their nanny who minded them from a young age.
Armin was in his middle teens at the time of the Anschluss. He remembers the day very well: The crowds cheering, brass bands playing in the street, the Jews: all hiding. He got involved in the Hitler youth and even though he didn’t have any particular hate for the city’s Jews – the propaganda didn’t work on him - he joined in on many wrongdoings against them just for fun. He actually made a reputation for himself in the Hitler youth for his effectiveness at throwing objects at moving targets.
As he grew up, his desire to be in the army became clear to his family. He started gazing in awe at any passing troops in the street and his family made no attempt to stop him. Actually, having a son in Germany’s glorious army would give them something to boast about to their associates. What they didn’t like very much was his decision to rise through the enlisted ranks instead of becoming an officer, but they couldn’t convince him otherwise.
He enlisted in the German army and while most people hated the long lectures on field maneuvers and the long hours spent taking apart their weapons and putting them back together again, he relished in them. His goal was to rise all the way through the enlisted ranks until he gained a battlefield commission and was made a lieutenant. He finished the training at a sergeant rank and was immediately sent out to France where he gained yet more promotions by giving out clear calculated orders to his squad.
Military Rank: Oberstabsfeldwebel (Sergeant Major)
Writing Sample:
”Armin, get over here!” hissed Lieutenant Schwartz. Armin crept forward nearly silently to his CO’s side. The two men (And three others) were coming back from what had been a dangerous patrol into enemy territory and they all had the same feeling that something was following them. The palms of Armin’s hands were stained black from oil from when he had been cutting the fuel tanks on the trucks and he was still wiping them on his trousers every few minutes. “Crouch down here and stay hidden. Make sure nobody is following us. If anybody comes along then kill them. You know the way make to the camp on your own, right? If you can’t find us again then just head straight back there.” Armin nodded at the orders and instantly crouched down and waddled into a patch of ferns beside the path. And there he waited.
Only about two minutes later he heard the sounds of a fierce firefight coming from the direction the rest of the patrol had gone in. Abruptly coming out of hiding, he started running towards the sounds. He could here MP-40s and Mauser Karbines, which must be the members of his squad. But he could also here the rumbling of Tommy-guns and the sharp cracks of M1 Garands. The firing stopped as suddenly as it began and then Armin stumbled onto the bodies of the of the men of the patrol. Nothing else was to be seen except a few spent clips scattered here and there.
A twig snapped somewhere to Armin’s right. He stiffened and turned his head towards the sound with his mouth slightly open to hear it better. Then more twigs snapped. The sounds were moving in his direction: Quickly. He didn’t stop to think about how it could have been one of his squad. He didn’t stop to think where he was going: He just ran. His body automatically turned him in the direction of his front lines and as his arms pumped and his chest heaved he felt guilty. Guilty of being a coward.