Post by Marx Eisenhauer Chidg on Aug 12, 2008 17:17:52 GMT
Accepted![/b] On terms;
Although you're more than qualified (writing style/skill) for the rank, unfortunately, the Axis have a few too many high-ranking members. So I'm more than happy to grant you the following rank;
SS-Hauptscharführer :: Master Sergeant.
I do hope that's okay?
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: cybermortus@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Marx Eisenhauer
Nationality: Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? Waffen SS
Character History:
Marx Eisenhauer was born in the October of the year 1906 in the mountains of the south Austria near to the town of Lavamund. He was the first of four, having two twin sisters and a younger brother. His Father was sent to fight in the Great War for Austro-Hungary. He was branded missing in action and his corpse was later found. His mother (Maria) took her own life within a week, of hearing the sad news.
Marx quickly had to provide for the family without any support at the age of twelve. After six months of hard work, Marx managed to coble enough money from ‘odd jobs’ to enable the family to travel to Berlin where they were hoping to seek better work. When they finally arrived, the Eisenhauer family had to become ‘squatters’ and had to constantly move from ‘squat to squat’.
One night, in 1920 Marx returned from work to find one of his sisters missing. Her mutated corpse was found two weeks later. Three years passed before another tragedy befell the family. Marx’s remaining sister died of Cholera. He became chronically depressed and this is also triggered alcoholism.
But, by accident, he discovered Adolf Hitler while he was having a drink at a bar. Many of Marx’s bosses were Jewish and shortly the boy discovered Nazism.
Marx was introduced one night at his usual bar about a meeting that took place every Monday evening by a one Heinrich Himmler. Over the follow years, Marx became more and more intrigued by Hitler’s teachings. In 1927, at age twenty-one, he joined the SS. He slowly pushed his way up the ranks and distinguished himself in 1936 during the Night of the Long Knives. Marx brutally murdered six browns shirts.
When war broke out in 1939, Marx led a spearhead of SS troops into the centre of Warsaw and received shrapnel wounds to the right side of his body on the 20th September 1939.It was the tenth anniversary of when he lost contact with his brother.
Rank: SS-Oberstabsfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
The cold air was gently being pushed into the mens faces by a slight breeze. Any skin exposed for more than a few hours at a time quickly became frost bitten. Many of the men had wrapped themselves in the clothing of dead Russian soldiers in an attempt to evade the cold…
It wasn’t the cold that scared Marx. Nor was it the Russian bullets. He had heard of many men that had to be evacuated back to the Fatherland because of grievous caused from the cold. That’s what scared him. He would rather die from a hail of poor quality Soviet bullets than the crystals of mocking ice.
Marx was lying on the ground, his fingers felt numb as he placed them on the ground to stand up. He attempted to get up but, as he did so a pain rushed to his lower leg. The pain was immense and Marx wanted to scream, but, he dared not too because he could sense enemy troops nearby. Marx sat for a while and was wondering what he was going to do. Thoughts of the different ways this situation could turn out were rushing through his mind like an express train.
He looked around him at his surroundings. The forest and the darkness of the night closed in on him, like a thousand arms. He hated the darkness, it was the ultimate deceiver, allowing anyone to pounce on you from the shadows, just like he feared now. He could tell when somebody was watching him. It was like a stabbing pain in his chest that he could sense that the enemy were close, very close.
Marx decided that he had to get back to his men on the frontline quick but in a quiet and slick manner without causing himself much attention and stress from the pain in his leg.
His plan was to make his way back through the forest off to the left. One, he could use it as cover if he needed to and it would also prevent the chance of being spotted by the enemy. The only disadvantage was that he would not be able to make an accurate route back to the frontline and could therefore run into trouble.
To move, Marx decided on a way of movement. He would crawl slowly to the forest and take rest stops whenever he felt tired and would take a sip from his canteen when he needed too.
Marx started to crawl at a small pace towards the forest. It was dark and reminded him of the stories that his father would use to read to him at bedtimes about the Night Wolf and how it use to jump out and gobble up children whenever they got lost from the path. Marx’s favourite part of the story was when the guardian angel use to help guide the children through the forest safely. Marx really wished that that story was true and that a guardian angel could really help him out. That is what he needed at this time.
As Marx made his way into the entrance he got the sense that someone was following him. He made his way to cover behind a tree. He listened. It was silent. Marx waited a few moments before continuing his journey. As he turned and made his way behind a row of bushes something touch is shoulder. Marx turn round and suddenly everything went black. He had been hit by a Rifle but in the temple. He was out, cold…
Although you're more than qualified (writing style/skill) for the rank, unfortunately, the Axis have a few too many high-ranking members. So I'm more than happy to grant you the following rank;
SS-Hauptscharführer :: Master Sergeant.
I do hope that's okay?
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: cybermortus@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Marx Eisenhauer
Nationality: Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? Waffen SS
Character History:
Marx Eisenhauer was born in the October of the year 1906 in the mountains of the south Austria near to the town of Lavamund. He was the first of four, having two twin sisters and a younger brother. His Father was sent to fight in the Great War for Austro-Hungary. He was branded missing in action and his corpse was later found. His mother (Maria) took her own life within a week, of hearing the sad news.
Marx quickly had to provide for the family without any support at the age of twelve. After six months of hard work, Marx managed to coble enough money from ‘odd jobs’ to enable the family to travel to Berlin where they were hoping to seek better work. When they finally arrived, the Eisenhauer family had to become ‘squatters’ and had to constantly move from ‘squat to squat’.
One night, in 1920 Marx returned from work to find one of his sisters missing. Her mutated corpse was found two weeks later. Three years passed before another tragedy befell the family. Marx’s remaining sister died of Cholera. He became chronically depressed and this is also triggered alcoholism.
But, by accident, he discovered Adolf Hitler while he was having a drink at a bar. Many of Marx’s bosses were Jewish and shortly the boy discovered Nazism.
Marx was introduced one night at his usual bar about a meeting that took place every Monday evening by a one Heinrich Himmler. Over the follow years, Marx became more and more intrigued by Hitler’s teachings. In 1927, at age twenty-one, he joined the SS. He slowly pushed his way up the ranks and distinguished himself in 1936 during the Night of the Long Knives. Marx brutally murdered six browns shirts.
When war broke out in 1939, Marx led a spearhead of SS troops into the centre of Warsaw and received shrapnel wounds to the right side of his body on the 20th September 1939.It was the tenth anniversary of when he lost contact with his brother.
Rank: SS-Oberstabsfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
The cold air was gently being pushed into the mens faces by a slight breeze. Any skin exposed for more than a few hours at a time quickly became frost bitten. Many of the men had wrapped themselves in the clothing of dead Russian soldiers in an attempt to evade the cold…
It wasn’t the cold that scared Marx. Nor was it the Russian bullets. He had heard of many men that had to be evacuated back to the Fatherland because of grievous caused from the cold. That’s what scared him. He would rather die from a hail of poor quality Soviet bullets than the crystals of mocking ice.
Marx was lying on the ground, his fingers felt numb as he placed them on the ground to stand up. He attempted to get up but, as he did so a pain rushed to his lower leg. The pain was immense and Marx wanted to scream, but, he dared not too because he could sense enemy troops nearby. Marx sat for a while and was wondering what he was going to do. Thoughts of the different ways this situation could turn out were rushing through his mind like an express train.
He looked around him at his surroundings. The forest and the darkness of the night closed in on him, like a thousand arms. He hated the darkness, it was the ultimate deceiver, allowing anyone to pounce on you from the shadows, just like he feared now. He could tell when somebody was watching him. It was like a stabbing pain in his chest that he could sense that the enemy were close, very close.
Marx decided that he had to get back to his men on the frontline quick but in a quiet and slick manner without causing himself much attention and stress from the pain in his leg.
His plan was to make his way back through the forest off to the left. One, he could use it as cover if he needed to and it would also prevent the chance of being spotted by the enemy. The only disadvantage was that he would not be able to make an accurate route back to the frontline and could therefore run into trouble.
To move, Marx decided on a way of movement. He would crawl slowly to the forest and take rest stops whenever he felt tired and would take a sip from his canteen when he needed too.
Marx started to crawl at a small pace towards the forest. It was dark and reminded him of the stories that his father would use to read to him at bedtimes about the Night Wolf and how it use to jump out and gobble up children whenever they got lost from the path. Marx’s favourite part of the story was when the guardian angel use to help guide the children through the forest safely. Marx really wished that that story was true and that a guardian angel could really help him out. That is what he needed at this time.
As Marx made his way into the entrance he got the sense that someone was following him. He made his way to cover behind a tree. He listened. It was silent. Marx waited a few moments before continuing his journey. As he turned and made his way behind a row of bushes something touch is shoulder. Marx turn round and suddenly everything went black. He had been hit by a Rifle but in the temple. He was out, cold…