Post by Hans Von Spekle on Dec 29, 2008 6:06:55 GMT
Welcome to the site, I'll give you the rank you asked for.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: lederhosenguy7@yahoo.com
Name: Hans Von Spekle
Nationality:
Pure German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Whermacht
Character History: April 25, a rainy, dreary day in 1933, a automobile sped across the slippery cobblestones of Berlin. The car contained Annmarie Von Spekle, the pregnant wife of Corporal Siegfried Von Spekle, the rich panzer officer fighting in the Great War.
When Annmarie finally reached the Berlin National hospital, she gave birth to a large baby with a full head of blond hair. She named him Hans, witch annoyed Siegfried because he had wanted young Hans named after him.
But just three months after Hans was born, Siegfried's tank was destroyed by the Allies. His mother was grief stricken, and soon took her own life by a overdose of pills.
Hans' kind uncle earned possession of his fortune and house, and with it, Hans. His uncle was a physician, who believed in education strongly. So as soon as Hans was four years old, he was enrolled into the Berlin Academy.
But the Treaty of Versailles inflicted harsh terms on Germany, and started tough times for the Spekles. Hans' uncle was working double time, so Hans was left with a nanny for most of the time.
Hans was somewhat of a chunky boy, and one day when he was 11 he was tormented by two older boys for it. In a fit of blind rage, he attacked one with such force that the boy broke his ankle. But the other one ganged up on him, and Hans was out of school for severely days.
As he got into his teens, Hans' fat melted into muscle, and he became one one of the biggest boys in his school. He was a highly intelligent child also, and studied in his uncles library often.
On Hans' sixteenth birthday, he met Heidi Bachmann. She was tall, blond, and curvy. He got too know her, and soon they were deeply in love.
Han's joined the Nazi party as soon as he heard of it. He worked for the Hitler Youth, passing out flyers around Berlin, and attending Hitler's rallies.
On January 30th, 1933, the same day Hitler came to power, he proposed to Heidi at Hitlers speech. On April 25 of the same year, he joined the Whermacht, and Heidi became a Field nurse.
Hans is now a young, fresh foot soldier of the Third Reich, ready to do anything for his commanding officers.
Military Rank: Feldweble
Writing Sample:
Hans opened his eyes as bright sunlight burst through his eyelids. A beautiful green forest was layed out in front of him, and a endless blue sky stretched above him. But then he remembered where he was. Damn. He had been sent too scout for Russian Artillery the day before, and hadn't seen anything, so he had bed down under a huge pine tree. But he had the eerie feeling someone was following him.
Hans sat up and brushed pine needles off of his undershirt. He had slept just in his underclothes, and was a bit chilly. Hans stood up and grabbed his gray-green trousers. He put one leg through, then the other, then buttoned the top. He grabbed his tunic and slid it onto his shoulders, then buttoned it up. He made a futile attempt to straighten his hair out with his fingers.
He dug in his pack and pulled out a can of Rind Schmalzfleisch, a package of Hartzweiback, and a packet of Milchkaffee. He took his fork from his mess kit, and dug into his Rind Schmalzfleisch cold. After shoveling a couple fork fulls of it, he opened the Hartzweiback package. He slopped up the rest of the Rind Schmalzfleisch with it, and then emptied the bitter Milchkaffee packet into his mouth.
Hans slapped on his helmet, and then swung on his gear and shouldered his kar98k rifle. He started to walk back too the clearing his unit was dug into. But he just couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.
Hans was almost sure there was the light sound of feet behind him, and too test it, he stopped dead in his tracks. For a split second, footsteps still sounded, and they were not his. Hans panicked and ran behind the nearest tree.
Once Hans took cover behind the tree and shouted "Ich weiß, Sie da! Drop Sie Ihr Gewehr und zeigen Sie Ihre Hände, und ich werde nicht Feuer!"
At first, Hans thought the bush was growing right infront of his own eyes. But then he realized it was a Soviet Soldier in camouflage. Branches were sticking out from the netting of his helmet and stuck in pockets of his uniform. A belt laden with knives was slung over his shoulder, and he dropped a large knife from his hands. As the Soviet sputtered and pleaded in Russian, Hans shivered at the thought that the Communist would have jumped out of the bush and slit Han's throat.
Han's motioned with his rifle for the Russian to get infront of him. They started to march back to the German camp.
When they arrived Hans fellow soldiers trained there rifles on the Soviet, but when they saw Hans holding him at gunpoint, the eased down. Two soldiers came and took the Russian, beating him as they went. One of the men handed Hans a tin of coffee, and stretched out on the ground for some well earned rest.
TRANSLATION
I know you there! Drop your weapon and put your hands up and I will not shoot!
OOC: I used too be a member of Winter's sight, but now I feel kind of cheated that he just copied from this sight. This sight seems more complex and accurate, and I think I will like it much better here.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: lederhosenguy7@yahoo.com
Name: Hans Von Spekle
Nationality:
Pure German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German Whermacht
Character History: April 25, a rainy, dreary day in 1933, a automobile sped across the slippery cobblestones of Berlin. The car contained Annmarie Von Spekle, the pregnant wife of Corporal Siegfried Von Spekle, the rich panzer officer fighting in the Great War.
When Annmarie finally reached the Berlin National hospital, she gave birth to a large baby with a full head of blond hair. She named him Hans, witch annoyed Siegfried because he had wanted young Hans named after him.
But just three months after Hans was born, Siegfried's tank was destroyed by the Allies. His mother was grief stricken, and soon took her own life by a overdose of pills.
Hans' kind uncle earned possession of his fortune and house, and with it, Hans. His uncle was a physician, who believed in education strongly. So as soon as Hans was four years old, he was enrolled into the Berlin Academy.
But the Treaty of Versailles inflicted harsh terms on Germany, and started tough times for the Spekles. Hans' uncle was working double time, so Hans was left with a nanny for most of the time.
Hans was somewhat of a chunky boy, and one day when he was 11 he was tormented by two older boys for it. In a fit of blind rage, he attacked one with such force that the boy broke his ankle. But the other one ganged up on him, and Hans was out of school for severely days.
As he got into his teens, Hans' fat melted into muscle, and he became one one of the biggest boys in his school. He was a highly intelligent child also, and studied in his uncles library often.
On Hans' sixteenth birthday, he met Heidi Bachmann. She was tall, blond, and curvy. He got too know her, and soon they were deeply in love.
Han's joined the Nazi party as soon as he heard of it. He worked for the Hitler Youth, passing out flyers around Berlin, and attending Hitler's rallies.
On January 30th, 1933, the same day Hitler came to power, he proposed to Heidi at Hitlers speech. On April 25 of the same year, he joined the Whermacht, and Heidi became a Field nurse.
Hans is now a young, fresh foot soldier of the Third Reich, ready to do anything for his commanding officers.
Military Rank: Feldweble
Writing Sample:
Hans opened his eyes as bright sunlight burst through his eyelids. A beautiful green forest was layed out in front of him, and a endless blue sky stretched above him. But then he remembered where he was. Damn. He had been sent too scout for Russian Artillery the day before, and hadn't seen anything, so he had bed down under a huge pine tree. But he had the eerie feeling someone was following him.
Hans sat up and brushed pine needles off of his undershirt. He had slept just in his underclothes, and was a bit chilly. Hans stood up and grabbed his gray-green trousers. He put one leg through, then the other, then buttoned the top. He grabbed his tunic and slid it onto his shoulders, then buttoned it up. He made a futile attempt to straighten his hair out with his fingers.
He dug in his pack and pulled out a can of Rind Schmalzfleisch, a package of Hartzweiback, and a packet of Milchkaffee. He took his fork from his mess kit, and dug into his Rind Schmalzfleisch cold. After shoveling a couple fork fulls of it, he opened the Hartzweiback package. He slopped up the rest of the Rind Schmalzfleisch with it, and then emptied the bitter Milchkaffee packet into his mouth.
Hans slapped on his helmet, and then swung on his gear and shouldered his kar98k rifle. He started to walk back too the clearing his unit was dug into. But he just couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched.
Hans was almost sure there was the light sound of feet behind him, and too test it, he stopped dead in his tracks. For a split second, footsteps still sounded, and they were not his. Hans panicked and ran behind the nearest tree.
Once Hans took cover behind the tree and shouted "Ich weiß, Sie da! Drop Sie Ihr Gewehr und zeigen Sie Ihre Hände, und ich werde nicht Feuer!"
At first, Hans thought the bush was growing right infront of his own eyes. But then he realized it was a Soviet Soldier in camouflage. Branches were sticking out from the netting of his helmet and stuck in pockets of his uniform. A belt laden with knives was slung over his shoulder, and he dropped a large knife from his hands. As the Soviet sputtered and pleaded in Russian, Hans shivered at the thought that the Communist would have jumped out of the bush and slit Han's throat.
Han's motioned with his rifle for the Russian to get infront of him. They started to march back to the German camp.
When they arrived Hans fellow soldiers trained there rifles on the Soviet, but when they saw Hans holding him at gunpoint, the eased down. Two soldiers came and took the Russian, beating him as they went. One of the men handed Hans a tin of coffee, and stretched out on the ground for some well earned rest.
TRANSLATION
I know you there! Drop your weapon and put your hands up and I will not shoot!
OOC: I used too be a member of Winter's sight, but now I feel kind of cheated that he just copied from this sight. This sight seems more complex and accurate, and I think I will like it much better here.