Post by Will on Dec 24, 2008 22:02:35 GMT
Nice app, I have no problems accepting you except for the fact that you haven't registered an account for me to approve along with this app. Once you do so any staff member may accept you as my blessing has been given over your application. I think the rank of Unteroffizier is rather fitting.
-JT
Account E-Mail: hockwill602@verizon.net
Name: Wilhelm Von Schlegal
Nationality:
- German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
-German Army
Character History:
- Wilhelm Von Schlegal was born in Munich, Germany on December 12, 1911. His father was a farmer and his mother worked for the local newspaper as a secretary. Wilhelm was the eldest of two, to his younger brother Erwin and his younger sister, Eva. When WWI hit, his father enlisted in the German Army as an infantry unit. Wilhelm was left in charge of his family while the father fought for the father land. Times were tough for the oldest son. His mother grew ill and his family was in danger of losing the farm due to money problems.
When worse came to worse, his father died fighting in the trenches of the Western Front. This deeply saddened the family. Wilhelm stayed brave, trying to keep his siblings calm. His mother was still ill and couldn't walk anymore. She was in a wheel chair now. After the war, the farm was lost. The family was forced to live in the slums of Munich.
The year was 1930 now, right when the Great Depression was at its worst. Then came hope to the German people. A man, Adolf Hitler, promised redemption for the German people, and he would lead a steering charge across Europe. Wilhelm's mom later passed away due to the continued illness. It was now down to the three children to keep the family name. Wilhelm decided he would enlist in the German army. Erwin and Eva were scared for him, but this was for the best. Both of his siblings were about 16 now and Wilhelm was 21.
Military Rank:
- Doesn't matter to me, you can decide
. I just wanna RP.
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?)
The mission had failed. Stalingrad, 1943. The Soviet's had lead a crushing counter offensive to the German 6th Army in Stalingrad. Defeated, the 6th army surrendered, although there were still some resistance from the Germans.
In the city square, dozens of German bodies littered the streets of Stalingrad, all around the city square. Soviet forces, tanks, infantry, and self propelled artillery, marched towards the outskirts of the city to chase the retreating Germans. As the last trooper left, Wilhelm Von Schlegal, battered with hole in his uniform and only armed with an MP40, his sidearm, and one grenade, began crawling to a nearby building.
He would stop and go, playing like he was dead from time to time. Wilhelm wasn't sure, but had a feeling, that Russian snipers were here. They were deeply feared by the Germans. Looking up, there was a half demolished building in front of him. Now was the tricky part; run into the building or continue crawling. Wilhelm lept forward into the building door, then slid to the side. Wilhelm slowly shut the door then as the door shut, leaned up against the wall. He thought to himself,"What would father do? Would he run or fight? I don't know if anyone is here. The Russians are all over the place. Our Fuher has abandoned us and I am all that's left. But you know what, I will die protecting my brother and sister!"
Suddenly, a Soviet patrol was walking down the street. Wilhelm ran up the stairs then slowly approached a window. He peeked through the window and saw soldiers, the size of a company, supported by 5 T-34 Tanks.
"Shit..." said Wilhelm to himself. He checked his ammo, seeing that he only had 2 clips, not including the one in his MP40 currently, and then 4 clips for his sidearm. It was getting dark out and the Soviet troopers would make camp here probably. They began setting up tents outside the building.
That night, the soldiers were drinking Russian vodka, singing Russian victory songs and dancing. Wilhelm shook his head, knowing that he would not let them see the day they achieve victory. Meddling through his own thoughts, the door burst open. Wilhelm slowly dropped to the ground and looked down a hole. From there, a Russian soldier with a bottle of vodka in his hand looked around. This man would be an easy kill, but it would have to by just right.
The Russian soldier then began walking up the stairs, trembling. Wilhelm hid in the shadows, waiting for the time to strike. When the Russian soldier took another sip of his vodka, Wilhelm came from behind him, lifted his MP40 over the soldier's head and began choking him. The soldier moved his body from left to right, trying to budge from Wilhelm, but the German wouldn't budge. Wilhelm let go when the trooper stopped moving. He let him down and dragged him to a closet. Before he closed the closet door, Wilhelm checked for ammo and found 2 Russian grenades. He smiled and put them in his pocket.
Wilhelm looked out the window again, the Russians still drinking and dancing, not knowing that their comrade was dead. Wilhelm would wait the night out until the Russians were asleep....
It was 6 AM in Stalingrad. Wilhelm stayed up all night and looked down. The Russians were sleeping all around a burnt out fire in the middle of the 5 tanks. "This would be most gruesome," thought Wilhelm. He armed one of the 3 grenades he had and tossed it into the group. One of the Russians moved his head and saw the grenade land smack dab in the middle of them. His eyes lit up, then he and his comrades were met by an explosion that killed and injured the Russian Soldiers.
Wilhelm held his MP40 to his shoulder and walked down the stairs and out the door. This was a dear mess. Dissembled body parts were all over the place and injured Russians slowly began crawling away from the fire. Wilhelm took out his side arm and swung his MP40 around his back. He calmly walked behind a young Russian and fired a shot at the back of his head, ending his misery. Another Russian tried crawling away but Wilhelm stepped on his mangled leg, causing the Russian to scream. Tears rolled down the Russian's eyes and Wilhelm knelt down to his level. He raised his gun at Russian's forehead and cracked a shot, splattering his brain all around him.
As Wilhelm was walking towards the last wounded soldier, the sounds of tanks and more men approached Wilhelm. They had heard the shots and quickly surrounded the German. All the Russians aimed at the German and the Russian leader yelled to Wilhelm in German,"Put the gun down!"
Wilhelm looked around him, noticing he was the center of attention. His gun was at the wounded soldier's head. Wilhelm smiled and fired off his last shot killing the Russian. The Soviets opened a sporadic amount of bullets on Wilhelm, sending him flopping to the ground and riddled with bullet holes all over his body.
-JT
Account E-Mail: hockwill602@verizon.net
Name: Wilhelm Von Schlegal
Nationality:
- German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
-German Army
Character History:
- Wilhelm Von Schlegal was born in Munich, Germany on December 12, 1911. His father was a farmer and his mother worked for the local newspaper as a secretary. Wilhelm was the eldest of two, to his younger brother Erwin and his younger sister, Eva. When WWI hit, his father enlisted in the German Army as an infantry unit. Wilhelm was left in charge of his family while the father fought for the father land. Times were tough for the oldest son. His mother grew ill and his family was in danger of losing the farm due to money problems.
When worse came to worse, his father died fighting in the trenches of the Western Front. This deeply saddened the family. Wilhelm stayed brave, trying to keep his siblings calm. His mother was still ill and couldn't walk anymore. She was in a wheel chair now. After the war, the farm was lost. The family was forced to live in the slums of Munich.
The year was 1930 now, right when the Great Depression was at its worst. Then came hope to the German people. A man, Adolf Hitler, promised redemption for the German people, and he would lead a steering charge across Europe. Wilhelm's mom later passed away due to the continued illness. It was now down to the three children to keep the family name. Wilhelm decided he would enlist in the German army. Erwin and Eva were scared for him, but this was for the best. Both of his siblings were about 16 now and Wilhelm was 21.
Military Rank:
- Doesn't matter to me, you can decide
. I just wanna RP.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?)
The mission had failed. Stalingrad, 1943. The Soviet's had lead a crushing counter offensive to the German 6th Army in Stalingrad. Defeated, the 6th army surrendered, although there were still some resistance from the Germans.
In the city square, dozens of German bodies littered the streets of Stalingrad, all around the city square. Soviet forces, tanks, infantry, and self propelled artillery, marched towards the outskirts of the city to chase the retreating Germans. As the last trooper left, Wilhelm Von Schlegal, battered with hole in his uniform and only armed with an MP40, his sidearm, and one grenade, began crawling to a nearby building.
He would stop and go, playing like he was dead from time to time. Wilhelm wasn't sure, but had a feeling, that Russian snipers were here. They were deeply feared by the Germans. Looking up, there was a half demolished building in front of him. Now was the tricky part; run into the building or continue crawling. Wilhelm lept forward into the building door, then slid to the side. Wilhelm slowly shut the door then as the door shut, leaned up against the wall. He thought to himself,"What would father do? Would he run or fight? I don't know if anyone is here. The Russians are all over the place. Our Fuher has abandoned us and I am all that's left. But you know what, I will die protecting my brother and sister!"
Suddenly, a Soviet patrol was walking down the street. Wilhelm ran up the stairs then slowly approached a window. He peeked through the window and saw soldiers, the size of a company, supported by 5 T-34 Tanks.
"Shit..." said Wilhelm to himself. He checked his ammo, seeing that he only had 2 clips, not including the one in his MP40 currently, and then 4 clips for his sidearm. It was getting dark out and the Soviet troopers would make camp here probably. They began setting up tents outside the building.
That night, the soldiers were drinking Russian vodka, singing Russian victory songs and dancing. Wilhelm shook his head, knowing that he would not let them see the day they achieve victory. Meddling through his own thoughts, the door burst open. Wilhelm slowly dropped to the ground and looked down a hole. From there, a Russian soldier with a bottle of vodka in his hand looked around. This man would be an easy kill, but it would have to by just right.
The Russian soldier then began walking up the stairs, trembling. Wilhelm hid in the shadows, waiting for the time to strike. When the Russian soldier took another sip of his vodka, Wilhelm came from behind him, lifted his MP40 over the soldier's head and began choking him. The soldier moved his body from left to right, trying to budge from Wilhelm, but the German wouldn't budge. Wilhelm let go when the trooper stopped moving. He let him down and dragged him to a closet. Before he closed the closet door, Wilhelm checked for ammo and found 2 Russian grenades. He smiled and put them in his pocket.
Wilhelm looked out the window again, the Russians still drinking and dancing, not knowing that their comrade was dead. Wilhelm would wait the night out until the Russians were asleep....
It was 6 AM in Stalingrad. Wilhelm stayed up all night and looked down. The Russians were sleeping all around a burnt out fire in the middle of the 5 tanks. "This would be most gruesome," thought Wilhelm. He armed one of the 3 grenades he had and tossed it into the group. One of the Russians moved his head and saw the grenade land smack dab in the middle of them. His eyes lit up, then he and his comrades were met by an explosion that killed and injured the Russian Soldiers.
Wilhelm held his MP40 to his shoulder and walked down the stairs and out the door. This was a dear mess. Dissembled body parts were all over the place and injured Russians slowly began crawling away from the fire. Wilhelm took out his side arm and swung his MP40 around his back. He calmly walked behind a young Russian and fired a shot at the back of his head, ending his misery. Another Russian tried crawling away but Wilhelm stepped on his mangled leg, causing the Russian to scream. Tears rolled down the Russian's eyes and Wilhelm knelt down to his level. He raised his gun at Russian's forehead and cracked a shot, splattering his brain all around him.
As Wilhelm was walking towards the last wounded soldier, the sounds of tanks and more men approached Wilhelm. They had heard the shots and quickly surrounded the German. All the Russians aimed at the German and the Russian leader yelled to Wilhelm in German,"Put the gun down!"
Wilhelm looked around him, noticing he was the center of attention. His gun was at the wounded soldier's head. Wilhelm smiled and fired off his last shot killing the Russian. The Soviets opened a sporadic amount of bullets on Wilhelm, sending him flopping to the ground and riddled with bullet holes all over his body.