Post by Lukas Ehrlichmann on Nov 29, 2008 9:10:26 GMT
Although you cannot start off as a member of the SS, acceptance is only a short post away into the unit. Great app, I couldn't find any errors. You are accepted at the rank of Stabsgefreiter (the Wehrmacht equivalent) Welcome and should you have any questions, feel free to ask.
-JT
Sorry if I posted in the wrong spot.
You didn't
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Lukas Ehrlichmann
Nationality:
German (Nazi Germany)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army: Waffen-SS
Character History:
Lukas was raised on a family-owned farm just ten kilometers to the south of Stuttgart, Germany. As a boy, he was raised to care for his family and became a solid worker. His father was a mechanic, and had often spent his days working on old farm equipment such as tractors and other devices.
The Ehrlichmann family wasn’t a prosperous one, financially. Lukas would walk back to town at the crack of dawn and attempt to strike deals with local farmers in selling the repaired equipment. But as the boy grew up, he soon found himself to be quite the businessman and would hardly come home empty handed. His parents were very pleased with his work. Josef Ehrlichmann, his father, even taught him a little bit about Mechanics and the basic functions of an engine.
When Lukas grew to the age of thirteen, his father granted him a rifle and the permission to go on hunting trips with his Uncle. As the seasons grew near, Lukas became quite the marksman. He began to focus more on the physics of the rifle rather than the mercantile of his father’s labor. He would often go off to the woods and take on his own hunting trip. Eva, his mother would always worry about the dangers of hunting alone in the woods; as any typical teenaged boy, he did it anyway.
Lukas was fifteen years old, and had seemed that he had lost all interest in mechanics and business in Stuttgart. He kept hunting and concentrating on the techniques of maintaining the rifle, using it, and other mental tips he had put to mind. It was a cool August night, when he listened to that old transistor radio…
“Adolf Hitler ist nun, Bundeskanzler in Deutschland. Es war eine sehr enge Abstimmung, aber das Volk hat gesprochen! 02. August, 1934. Gute Nacht gesegneten Menschen in Deutschland! Waren aus!”
Lukas was sixteen, Hitler had become the Fuhrer and leader of the Nazi Party. The Third Reich was born. Night after Night, the announcer would follow up on Hitler’s speeches of hatred, morality and uprising that were fed straight from the Reichstag in Berlin. It soaked into Lukas’ young mind; he was brainwashed.
It wasn’t soon before Lukas was recruited into the Waffen SS..
-Translation-
“Adolf Hitler ist nun, Bundeskanzler in Deutschland. Es war eine sehr enge Abstimmung, aber das Volk hat gesprochen! 02. August, 1934. Gute Nacht gesegneten Menschen in Deutschland! Waren aus!”
Hitler is now, Chancellor of Germany. It was a very close vote, but the people have spoken!
August 02, 1934. Good night blessed people of Germany! Were off!
Military Rank:
SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample:
Lukas was very cold and weary in his trench, he tried to keep his eyes open but would often drift to sleep and then wake up again from the blistering winds that shook his body. He dug into his breast pocket to find a small package of French cigarettes. He took one out of the package and put it to his lips, lit it, and puffed. His fingers were caked with dirt and mud from the shelling, the melted sleet and limbering condensation of the weather.
His wits were almost gone, like they were non-existent. He accepted that he might already be dead. But at the same time he was scared of being shot, or blown up. As he puffed on his cigarette he stared up into the dark, cloudless void which was night. He flicked away the smoke and put it out with the heel of his boot. He sat down on an ammo crate, next to his STG44. He drew, once again, tiresome and fell asleep.
He awoke to the familiar voice, the sound of his captain.
“Was tun Sie? Wachen Sie Auf!”
Lukas used his weapon to heave himself up off the crate and holstered it on his back with the strap holding nicely on his shoulder. The captain brushed some dirt off of Lukas’ shoulder and told him to stay alert or the French could repeat their attack and take him prisoner. It was enough of a statement to break Lukas from his weariness and keep him at alert for the next couple of hours.
The night was very long, the tranquility made Lukas feel a sense of suspicion. Suddenly, he heard distant footsteps, the sound of someone walking through the muddy terrain ahead of him. He drew his weapon and pointed it at the darkness, from where the sound came from.
“Wessen dort? Kapitän? Antworten Sie auf mich jetzt, oder ich werde schießen.”
The footsteps grew closer to him, he was being watched. Who was it though, who was this figure? Lukas could barely see his silhouette contrast from the moon. He was prepared to shoot. The figure slowly emerged from the darkness, it was a little girl.
His eyes widened with shock, he lowered his gun and put it back over his shoulder. The little girl smiled and held a doll. It was a very unusual time for a little girl at that age to be out walking, especially near the German checkpoints. She could’ve been killed.
“Was? Was tun Sie hier? Gehen Sie kleines Mädchen nach Hause. Shoo!”
The little girl giggled and disappeared graciously ran back into the dark. Lukas kept staring into the black space where she stood. He took off his helmet, and sat back down on the ammo crate. He stared blankly at the ground and shook his head. His hand held his head in the same spot for a long time as he replayed the memory in his head.
-Translations-
“Was tun Sie? Wachen Sie Auf!”
What are you doing? Wake up!
“Wessen dort? Kapitän? Antworten Sie auf mich jetzt, oder ich werde schießen.”
Whose there? Captain? Answer me now or I’ll shoot.
“Was? Was tun Sie hier? Gehen Sie kleines Mädchen nach Hause. Shoo!”
What? What are you doing here? Go home little girl. Shoo!
-JT
Sorry if I posted in the wrong spot.
You didn'tAccount E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Lukas Ehrlichmann
Nationality:
German (Nazi Germany)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army: Waffen-SS
Character History:
Lukas was raised on a family-owned farm just ten kilometers to the south of Stuttgart, Germany. As a boy, he was raised to care for his family and became a solid worker. His father was a mechanic, and had often spent his days working on old farm equipment such as tractors and other devices.
The Ehrlichmann family wasn’t a prosperous one, financially. Lukas would walk back to town at the crack of dawn and attempt to strike deals with local farmers in selling the repaired equipment. But as the boy grew up, he soon found himself to be quite the businessman and would hardly come home empty handed. His parents were very pleased with his work. Josef Ehrlichmann, his father, even taught him a little bit about Mechanics and the basic functions of an engine.
When Lukas grew to the age of thirteen, his father granted him a rifle and the permission to go on hunting trips with his Uncle. As the seasons grew near, Lukas became quite the marksman. He began to focus more on the physics of the rifle rather than the mercantile of his father’s labor. He would often go off to the woods and take on his own hunting trip. Eva, his mother would always worry about the dangers of hunting alone in the woods; as any typical teenaged boy, he did it anyway.
Lukas was fifteen years old, and had seemed that he had lost all interest in mechanics and business in Stuttgart. He kept hunting and concentrating on the techniques of maintaining the rifle, using it, and other mental tips he had put to mind. It was a cool August night, when he listened to that old transistor radio…
“Adolf Hitler ist nun, Bundeskanzler in Deutschland. Es war eine sehr enge Abstimmung, aber das Volk hat gesprochen! 02. August, 1934. Gute Nacht gesegneten Menschen in Deutschland! Waren aus!”
Lukas was sixteen, Hitler had become the Fuhrer and leader of the Nazi Party. The Third Reich was born. Night after Night, the announcer would follow up on Hitler’s speeches of hatred, morality and uprising that were fed straight from the Reichstag in Berlin. It soaked into Lukas’ young mind; he was brainwashed.
It wasn’t soon before Lukas was recruited into the Waffen SS..
-Translation-
“Adolf Hitler ist nun, Bundeskanzler in Deutschland. Es war eine sehr enge Abstimmung, aber das Volk hat gesprochen! 02. August, 1934. Gute Nacht gesegneten Menschen in Deutschland! Waren aus!”
Hitler is now, Chancellor of Germany. It was a very close vote, but the people have spoken!
August 02, 1934. Good night blessed people of Germany! Were off!
Military Rank:
SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample:
Lukas was very cold and weary in his trench, he tried to keep his eyes open but would often drift to sleep and then wake up again from the blistering winds that shook his body. He dug into his breast pocket to find a small package of French cigarettes. He took one out of the package and put it to his lips, lit it, and puffed. His fingers were caked with dirt and mud from the shelling, the melted sleet and limbering condensation of the weather.
His wits were almost gone, like they were non-existent. He accepted that he might already be dead. But at the same time he was scared of being shot, or blown up. As he puffed on his cigarette he stared up into the dark, cloudless void which was night. He flicked away the smoke and put it out with the heel of his boot. He sat down on an ammo crate, next to his STG44. He drew, once again, tiresome and fell asleep.
He awoke to the familiar voice, the sound of his captain.
“Was tun Sie? Wachen Sie Auf!”
Lukas used his weapon to heave himself up off the crate and holstered it on his back with the strap holding nicely on his shoulder. The captain brushed some dirt off of Lukas’ shoulder and told him to stay alert or the French could repeat their attack and take him prisoner. It was enough of a statement to break Lukas from his weariness and keep him at alert for the next couple of hours.
The night was very long, the tranquility made Lukas feel a sense of suspicion. Suddenly, he heard distant footsteps, the sound of someone walking through the muddy terrain ahead of him. He drew his weapon and pointed it at the darkness, from where the sound came from.
“Wessen dort? Kapitän? Antworten Sie auf mich jetzt, oder ich werde schießen.”
The footsteps grew closer to him, he was being watched. Who was it though, who was this figure? Lukas could barely see his silhouette contrast from the moon. He was prepared to shoot. The figure slowly emerged from the darkness, it was a little girl.
His eyes widened with shock, he lowered his gun and put it back over his shoulder. The little girl smiled and held a doll. It was a very unusual time for a little girl at that age to be out walking, especially near the German checkpoints. She could’ve been killed.
“Was? Was tun Sie hier? Gehen Sie kleines Mädchen nach Hause. Shoo!”
The little girl giggled and disappeared graciously ran back into the dark. Lukas kept staring into the black space where she stood. He took off his helmet, and sat back down on the ammo crate. He stared blankly at the ground and shook his head. His hand held his head in the same spot for a long time as he replayed the memory in his head.
-Translations-
“Was tun Sie? Wachen Sie Auf!”
What are you doing? Wake up!
“Wessen dort? Kapitän? Antworten Sie auf mich jetzt, oder ich werde schießen.”
Whose there? Captain? Answer me now or I’ll shoot.
“Was? Was tun Sie hier? Gehen Sie kleines Mädchen nach Hause. Shoo!”
What? What are you doing here? Go home little girl. Shoo!