Post by Dagmar Stempf Application on Dec 27, 2008 2:13:49 GMT
Brilliant App, loved reading it! I'm happy to give you a rank of Unterfeldwebel which is between the American Staff Sergeant and Tech. Sergeant and and between the British Corporal and Sergeant. (It doesn't have an exact corresponding rank in the British and American air-forces). Remember, you start with an Me109 and you have to save up for it if you want to buy a bomber.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: jackthelad12@btinternet.com
Name: Dagmar Stempf
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Luftwaffe
Character History:
Dagmar Stempf was born in 1915; he always longed to be a pilot. As he grew up he read many stories about daring World War 1 pilots, in particular the Red Baron. He was from a rich family and was one of the first 100 German people to fly as a civilian. As a passenger obviously, but from this flight when he was just 12 he became obsessed with planes. He loved everything about planes and on his 18 birthday his dad bought his very own plane at the family’s holiday home in New Zealand. He also loved this country and for his 21st birthday his parents gave him this holiday home. He moved to New Zealand in 1936 and learnt English fluently in his time there. He flew his plane almost everyday and found a weekend job as a crop sprayer. However, he was sacked from this job after a mate bet him £25 that he couldn’t land the plane on the farmer’s (his employer) lawn, run inside, kiss the farmer’s daughter, run outside and take off again. Dagmar always stated periodically that he was doing fine until his wing tipped the water tower on the take off. Even if he lost his job for this prank he gained something that became a lot more important to Dagmar. The farmer’s daughter, named Ellie, became very taken with Dagmar after this and in 1937 they married. They had two years of happy marriage before war broke out in 1939. Dagmar longed to go and fight for his country but this would require leaving his three loves. His wife, his home in New Zealand and his plane. Ellie was not happy about the idea of Dagmar fighting in a war, let alone fight a war on the other side of the world. The last time Dagmar saw her he was about to leave she was crying as he asked her “will you wait for me?” She replied “how long will you be?” “It doesn’t matter” he said back holding her tightly “the moment I leave, it will have seemed like an eternity.” This was the last time Dagmar saw her, perhaps ever, he set off on his 3 month journey to Germany via ship. Upon getting to Germany he in enlisted in the Luftwaffe and passed all courses top of his class. He was ready to fight for his great country.
Military Rank:
Whatever seems fit...
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
This is pretty much still following the storyline but with a pilotish twist on it
Dagmar was powering along in his Junker Ju 87 through the midday heat of the French summer. It was a pleasant day; he was not actually on a mission but transferring with his wingman, or rather wingmen, from an airfield in Germany to one in France. They had been told that there was a small chance that they could see some enemy planes, but only if the allied scum got very lost. The two Junker 87s were slicing, with nothing more than a slight drone, across the French country side. Four men, one pilot and one tail gunner in each plane, all good friends laughing and joking as they got a suntan in there boiling cockpits. "Goodman Goodman, come in Goodman." Dagmar said wearily into his radio. "This is Goodman, speak over" came the reply a few seconds later from the plane flying to the right of Dagmar’s. Dagmar put on his best authorities voice "Your going to have to step out off the vehicle we have reason to believe your p*ssed out your face." Julian, the tail gunner in Dagmar’s plane said chuckling "that will get right up his nose" The radio in front of Dagmar crackled into life and he heard the voice of his wingman "Really? Well if I am drunk then how come I’m still running rings around you?" Just as this was said there was a roar of an engine suddenly bursting into life as Goodman barrel rolled less than 40 feet above Dagmar then roared of to the left of him. "So you want a race eh?" laughed Dagmar back into his radio putting it down he said to Julian "hold on mate." In one movement he moved the speed lever up from about 45% up to 75%, moved the joystick between his legs to his left and flew of after the other plane.
For a while the two planes followed each other, dodging and diving and occasionally looping over one another. In fact they were having so much fun that they didn’t see the big patch of cloud right in front of them after they came out of a loop. "Sh*t!" said Dagmar flying straight into a cloud was generally not a good idea, they didn’t know how large it was and once in the cloud they would be able to see anything outside there cockpit and wouldn’t even be able to get in touch with Goodman as the cloud would block the radios. "What’s up?" Julian said back. "Look around" replied Dagmar, trying his very best not to sound too annoyed. "We will just have to carry on straight and hope Goodman does the same." "Roger" came the reply from Julian. They were in the cloud for about 15 seconds, they broke out the other side and both pilot and tail gunner hastily looked all around for there fellow wingmen. "Can you see them?" Dagmar yelled. "Nope, nothing" Julian said back. Dagmar pulled the radio from in front of him and spoke into it "Goodman, Goodman, come in Goodman." The radio just crackled. Dagmar was very worried now, not just because there wingman had disappeared but also that this meant that unless clouds had learnt to bring down planes, then there was something about that could. He was starting to fell very uneasy. Dagmar scanned all around for anything out of the ordinary. Then he saw it. Something had darted between a small gap in two clouds about 300 meters to there left. "SH*T JULIAN GET THE...!" Dagmar screamed at the top of his voice but was cut off before he could finish his sentence by the overwhelming sounds of the sporadic gunfire that spat out same cloud Dagmar had been looking at, it was followed seconds later by a British spitfire firing both of its wing mounted machine guns directly at them.
The amount of tracer in the air was unbelievable, it was all around the cockpit and repetitive pings and the sound of ripping metal surrounded Dagmar. He increased speed and punched a pedal down with his foot which put them into a sharp turn upwards before jamming his foot onto another two pedals which pushed the plane into a steep dive. Dagmar's maneuvers had bought a bit of time but after a couple of seconds the fire started again and yet more bullets started punching through the outer metal of the aircraft and cracking the glass of the cockpit. It was a wonder his body hadn’t taken a round yet. "Ok, Julian he is on our 7 o clock. I’m going to go right and up and you should get a clear shot and the b*stard pilot, ok?" No reply. "Ok?" Same again, Dagmar turned "Julian..." but his words got stuck in his throat and came out in stead as a panicked shout. Julian's lifeless body was limp on his chair with 2 massive bullet holes in his chest and one that had ripped apart his neck. Julian's seat was already blood-soaked. He was obviously dead. Dagmar was brought back to reality but paid for his few moments lacking attention dearly. The British pilot had taken Dagmar’s few seconds of inactivity to line up a couple of perfect shots on the Junker's engine. The loud BANG brought Dagmar back to his senses, but far too late. The engine was already spewing forth massive clouds of black smoke and it was already pouring into the cockpit. As the plane fell into a steep dive a smaller explosion splattered forth from the engine and collapsed the joystick backward, pinning it to the chair, the lifeless plane fell toward the ground…
~Dan
Account E-Mail: jackthelad12@btinternet.com
Name: Dagmar Stempf
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Luftwaffe
Character History:
Dagmar Stempf was born in 1915; he always longed to be a pilot. As he grew up he read many stories about daring World War 1 pilots, in particular the Red Baron. He was from a rich family and was one of the first 100 German people to fly as a civilian. As a passenger obviously, but from this flight when he was just 12 he became obsessed with planes. He loved everything about planes and on his 18 birthday his dad bought his very own plane at the family’s holiday home in New Zealand. He also loved this country and for his 21st birthday his parents gave him this holiday home. He moved to New Zealand in 1936 and learnt English fluently in his time there. He flew his plane almost everyday and found a weekend job as a crop sprayer. However, he was sacked from this job after a mate bet him £25 that he couldn’t land the plane on the farmer’s (his employer) lawn, run inside, kiss the farmer’s daughter, run outside and take off again. Dagmar always stated periodically that he was doing fine until his wing tipped the water tower on the take off. Even if he lost his job for this prank he gained something that became a lot more important to Dagmar. The farmer’s daughter, named Ellie, became very taken with Dagmar after this and in 1937 they married. They had two years of happy marriage before war broke out in 1939. Dagmar longed to go and fight for his country but this would require leaving his three loves. His wife, his home in New Zealand and his plane. Ellie was not happy about the idea of Dagmar fighting in a war, let alone fight a war on the other side of the world. The last time Dagmar saw her he was about to leave she was crying as he asked her “will you wait for me?” She replied “how long will you be?” “It doesn’t matter” he said back holding her tightly “the moment I leave, it will have seemed like an eternity.” This was the last time Dagmar saw her, perhaps ever, he set off on his 3 month journey to Germany via ship. Upon getting to Germany he in enlisted in the Luftwaffe and passed all courses top of his class. He was ready to fight for his great country.
Military Rank:
Whatever seems fit...
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
This is pretty much still following the storyline but with a pilotish twist on it
Dagmar was powering along in his Junker Ju 87 through the midday heat of the French summer. It was a pleasant day; he was not actually on a mission but transferring with his wingman, or rather wingmen, from an airfield in Germany to one in France. They had been told that there was a small chance that they could see some enemy planes, but only if the allied scum got very lost. The two Junker 87s were slicing, with nothing more than a slight drone, across the French country side. Four men, one pilot and one tail gunner in each plane, all good friends laughing and joking as they got a suntan in there boiling cockpits. "Goodman Goodman, come in Goodman." Dagmar said wearily into his radio. "This is Goodman, speak over" came the reply a few seconds later from the plane flying to the right of Dagmar’s. Dagmar put on his best authorities voice "Your going to have to step out off the vehicle we have reason to believe your p*ssed out your face." Julian, the tail gunner in Dagmar’s plane said chuckling "that will get right up his nose" The radio in front of Dagmar crackled into life and he heard the voice of his wingman "Really? Well if I am drunk then how come I’m still running rings around you?" Just as this was said there was a roar of an engine suddenly bursting into life as Goodman barrel rolled less than 40 feet above Dagmar then roared of to the left of him. "So you want a race eh?" laughed Dagmar back into his radio putting it down he said to Julian "hold on mate." In one movement he moved the speed lever up from about 45% up to 75%, moved the joystick between his legs to his left and flew of after the other plane.
For a while the two planes followed each other, dodging and diving and occasionally looping over one another. In fact they were having so much fun that they didn’t see the big patch of cloud right in front of them after they came out of a loop. "Sh*t!" said Dagmar flying straight into a cloud was generally not a good idea, they didn’t know how large it was and once in the cloud they would be able to see anything outside there cockpit and wouldn’t even be able to get in touch with Goodman as the cloud would block the radios. "What’s up?" Julian said back. "Look around" replied Dagmar, trying his very best not to sound too annoyed. "We will just have to carry on straight and hope Goodman does the same." "Roger" came the reply from Julian. They were in the cloud for about 15 seconds, they broke out the other side and both pilot and tail gunner hastily looked all around for there fellow wingmen. "Can you see them?" Dagmar yelled. "Nope, nothing" Julian said back. Dagmar pulled the radio from in front of him and spoke into it "Goodman, Goodman, come in Goodman." The radio just crackled. Dagmar was very worried now, not just because there wingman had disappeared but also that this meant that unless clouds had learnt to bring down planes, then there was something about that could. He was starting to fell very uneasy. Dagmar scanned all around for anything out of the ordinary. Then he saw it. Something had darted between a small gap in two clouds about 300 meters to there left. "SH*T JULIAN GET THE...!" Dagmar screamed at the top of his voice but was cut off before he could finish his sentence by the overwhelming sounds of the sporadic gunfire that spat out same cloud Dagmar had been looking at, it was followed seconds later by a British spitfire firing both of its wing mounted machine guns directly at them.
The amount of tracer in the air was unbelievable, it was all around the cockpit and repetitive pings and the sound of ripping metal surrounded Dagmar. He increased speed and punched a pedal down with his foot which put them into a sharp turn upwards before jamming his foot onto another two pedals which pushed the plane into a steep dive. Dagmar's maneuvers had bought a bit of time but after a couple of seconds the fire started again and yet more bullets started punching through the outer metal of the aircraft and cracking the glass of the cockpit. It was a wonder his body hadn’t taken a round yet. "Ok, Julian he is on our 7 o clock. I’m going to go right and up and you should get a clear shot and the b*stard pilot, ok?" No reply. "Ok?" Same again, Dagmar turned "Julian..." but his words got stuck in his throat and came out in stead as a panicked shout. Julian's lifeless body was limp on his chair with 2 massive bullet holes in his chest and one that had ripped apart his neck. Julian's seat was already blood-soaked. He was obviously dead. Dagmar was brought back to reality but paid for his few moments lacking attention dearly. The British pilot had taken Dagmar’s few seconds of inactivity to line up a couple of perfect shots on the Junker's engine. The loud BANG brought Dagmar back to his senses, but far too late. The engine was already spewing forth massive clouds of black smoke and it was already pouring into the cockpit. As the plane fell into a steep dive a smaller explosion splattered forth from the engine and collapsed the joystick backward, pinning it to the chair, the lifeless plane fell toward the ground…