Post by Aksel Bavenn on Dec 24, 2008 12:27:04 GMT
Accepted, good Application, even if a little bit odd.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: CaratacusCaradog@hotmail.com
Name: Aksel Bavenn [James Bevan]
Nationality:
- Welsh [Feigning to be Danish]
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Hitler Youth
Character History:
- Born in 1930, Aksel Bavenn was born James Bevan in Beddgelert, North Wales. He lived a fairly stable childhood, assisting his father on his farm, alongside his brothers Rhys and David. He spent a worrying amount of time with firearms in his youth, often "borrowing" his father's old rifle for hunting or other less illustratious activities. When his brothers signed up for the war in late 1939, James was often regaled with tales of their bravery on the field and longed to join them fighting across the continents.
However all of this changed when James was just thirteen years old in 1943 and his eldest brother, Rhys, was killed in action in Africa. Disillusionised, James ran away from home and spent the next few months living on the streets along the Anglo-Welsh border. One day, however, James was suddenly hit by the foolish idea of fleeing to Germany in a desperate bid to kill whoever took his brother from him and to avenge Rhys' death. And so, at just thirteen years old, James managed to get himself smuggled aboard a ship landing in central Europe and over the next six months, made his way slowly and painfully towards Germany.
By his fourteenth birthday, the boy found himself in the German city of Düsseldorf and, with exhaustion and starvation setting in, James collapsed on the streets. He was eventually found by a kindly Sturmabteilung officer and was taken to live with him, almost forgetting his own identity. Being able to speak only Welsh and some English, he was believed to be a Danish orphan and was nursed back to full health by the officer's sister, learning sparse German along the way. As 1944 neared, his adoptive father signed him into the Hitler Youth, proud to be able to field the son he had always wanted, the
During his time in the unit, James lost all sense of his identity, although he had some recollection of his old home and family and took on a new name, Aksel Bavenn, his old surname never quite leaving him.
With a fair amount of trauma setting in, James was borderline mentally unstable but was regarded as an extremely skilled soldier by all accounts; his body had been drained of all emotions - the perfect Nazi, in every sense.
To regain his memory, a subtle trigger must be pulled. Perhaps the sight of his surviving brother, David, on or off the battlefield. If either were still alive, that is....
Military Rank:- Hitlejunge
Writing Sample:
OOC: Done something a bit different this time.
Aksel spluttered pathetically as the violent fever gripped his body. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move...he was dying. "Hilfe!" he screamed desperately, one of the few words of German he knew. He had used it often enough, in any case. The pain was rising up into his chest...there could be no release...the pain...the agony...
"Nun, jetzt, Junge, mach dir keine Sorgen, ich habe Sie," said the doctor above him soothingly, or as soothingly as anyone could do anything with a four-inch needle clasped in his gnarled hands. Aksel writhed in a violent spasm and began to mumble incoherently. "Mae hen wlad fy nhadau..." he murmured to himself in a half-forgotten song, until the pain ultimately took control and all that would emit from his shaking mouth was a hollow scream that sliced horrifically through the air. His hands shaking at the lad's outburst, the doctor plunged the needle into the soft flesh of the boy's forearm and a second later, he was still and closed his eyes, at peace at last.
The doctor sighed. They went through this every month at least. The boy was clearly mentally unstable, that much was obvious. If the war didn't kill him, he mused, then his own mind would send him into the shadows itself...
~Dan
Account E-Mail: CaratacusCaradog@hotmail.com
Name: Aksel Bavenn [James Bevan]
Nationality:
- Welsh [Feigning to be Danish]
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Hitler Youth
Character History:
- Born in 1930, Aksel Bavenn was born James Bevan in Beddgelert, North Wales. He lived a fairly stable childhood, assisting his father on his farm, alongside his brothers Rhys and David. He spent a worrying amount of time with firearms in his youth, often "borrowing" his father's old rifle for hunting or other less illustratious activities. When his brothers signed up for the war in late 1939, James was often regaled with tales of their bravery on the field and longed to join them fighting across the continents.
However all of this changed when James was just thirteen years old in 1943 and his eldest brother, Rhys, was killed in action in Africa. Disillusionised, James ran away from home and spent the next few months living on the streets along the Anglo-Welsh border. One day, however, James was suddenly hit by the foolish idea of fleeing to Germany in a desperate bid to kill whoever took his brother from him and to avenge Rhys' death. And so, at just thirteen years old, James managed to get himself smuggled aboard a ship landing in central Europe and over the next six months, made his way slowly and painfully towards Germany.
By his fourteenth birthday, the boy found himself in the German city of Düsseldorf and, with exhaustion and starvation setting in, James collapsed on the streets. He was eventually found by a kindly Sturmabteilung officer and was taken to live with him, almost forgetting his own identity. Being able to speak only Welsh and some English, he was believed to be a Danish orphan and was nursed back to full health by the officer's sister, learning sparse German along the way. As 1944 neared, his adoptive father signed him into the Hitler Youth, proud to be able to field the son he had always wanted, the
During his time in the unit, James lost all sense of his identity, although he had some recollection of his old home and family and took on a new name, Aksel Bavenn, his old surname never quite leaving him.
With a fair amount of trauma setting in, James was borderline mentally unstable but was regarded as an extremely skilled soldier by all accounts; his body had been drained of all emotions - the perfect Nazi, in every sense.
To regain his memory, a subtle trigger must be pulled. Perhaps the sight of his surviving brother, David, on or off the battlefield. If either were still alive, that is....
Military Rank:- Hitlejunge
Writing Sample:
OOC: Done something a bit different this time.
Aksel spluttered pathetically as the violent fever gripped his body. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move...he was dying. "Hilfe!" he screamed desperately, one of the few words of German he knew. He had used it often enough, in any case. The pain was rising up into his chest...there could be no release...the pain...the agony...
"Nun, jetzt, Junge, mach dir keine Sorgen, ich habe Sie," said the doctor above him soothingly, or as soothingly as anyone could do anything with a four-inch needle clasped in his gnarled hands. Aksel writhed in a violent spasm and began to mumble incoherently. "Mae hen wlad fy nhadau..." he murmured to himself in a half-forgotten song, until the pain ultimately took control and all that would emit from his shaking mouth was a hollow scream that sliced horrifically through the air. His hands shaking at the lad's outburst, the doctor plunged the needle into the soft flesh of the boy's forearm and a second later, he was still and closed his eyes, at peace at last.
The doctor sighed. They went through this every month at least. The boy was clearly mentally unstable, that much was obvious. If the war didn't kill him, he mused, then his own mind would send him into the shadows itself...