Post by Hans Krueger on Feb 17, 2008 7:53:51 GMT
Accepted, However due to your short Bio you will be given the Corporal rank. As a law of the site high ranks are not given out easily. Also with your typing please try and type in the Third person. Also please add in translations.
e.g.
The bastards forced Hans to his knee’s and pressed a pistol against the back of his skull while forcing him to look at the body of his crew.
If you work on this you will be more then welcome to join the RP. Welcome to the board.
Account E-Mail:
-=[Edited out]=-
Name:
Hans Krueger
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Germany Army/Wermacht until there is a Waffen SS
Character History:
Little is known about the Hauptsturmführer, he seeming appeared from out of nowhere and took the entire German Army by storm. The blue eyed, blonde haired German was one of the first troops to re-occupy the Rhineland, and was also one of the first to enter Belgium soil. Becoming Hauptsturmführer after the former Hauptsturmführer, Karl Soren was killed by a sniper only a day after the Invasion of France. The death of his former tank commander gave him controller of Karl Soren’s Tiger Tank. Number 13. He has an astounding record of ten enemy tank kills and has yet to lose a soldier under his command.
Military Rank:
Major [Major]
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…]
My StuG III was damaged beyond my repair, and my crew knew it. Hoofing back a half a mile through a heated battle zone wouldn’t be hard, but what made it worse was that we were a prime target for the Ruskies. Around us, gunfire erupted and large kick-ups of dirt shot up from the ground around us. Instantly I threw my arms to cover my face and sprinted off towards an open door to a nearby house. Or at least, what was left of it. Behind me I heard my gunner scream out in agony, just before I dove into an open cellar and blacked out, as I rolled and slammed my head on a nearby wall.
It must have been about a half an hour before I awoke, my mind was slow to start up, but I knew that it was the Russians lifting me up from the frozen concrete and pulling my up out of the cellar. Slowly, I began to get a grip of things as I was hauled out to into the middle of the street where my Stug had been enveloped by flames. The Russians were shouting in their native dialect, all I could make out was officer. The one word I’d bothered to learn from these lower forms.
The bastards forced me to my knee’s and pressed a pistol against the back of my skull while forcing me to look at the body of my crew. More shouting and the cocking of the pistols hammer.
“Achtung!” The familiar sound of the German dialect made me cock up my head to search for the source. Just as I looked up, a German soldier rounded the corner and opened up on the Russian behind me. The spray of bullets ripped into the Ruskies chest and I felt the warmth of fresh blood splatter across the back of my neck.
Sadly, the German dropped to the ground after a second Russian that had been standing beside me opened fire with his pistol. Without thinking, my hand became a fist and slammed into the Russians groin. Grabbing his collar as he bent over, I pulled him to the ground and grabbed his pistol which had fallen beside his face. A pull of the trigger, and that was that.
More German shouting form around the same corner that the first German had come around. I shouted my name and rank and told them the coast was clear. They explained to me that the lines had been broken and that I was in the middle of a new German occupied city. Germans one, Ruskies zero.
e.g.
The bastards forced Hans to his knee’s and pressed a pistol against the back of his skull while forcing him to look at the body of his crew.
If you work on this you will be more then welcome to join the RP. Welcome to the board.
Account E-Mail:
-=[Edited out]=-
Name:
Hans Krueger
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Germany Army/Wermacht until there is a Waffen SS
Character History:
Little is known about the Hauptsturmführer, he seeming appeared from out of nowhere and took the entire German Army by storm. The blue eyed, blonde haired German was one of the first troops to re-occupy the Rhineland, and was also one of the first to enter Belgium soil. Becoming Hauptsturmführer after the former Hauptsturmführer, Karl Soren was killed by a sniper only a day after the Invasion of France. The death of his former tank commander gave him controller of Karl Soren’s Tiger Tank. Number 13. He has an astounding record of ten enemy tank kills and has yet to lose a soldier under his command.
Military Rank:
Major [Major]
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…]
My StuG III was damaged beyond my repair, and my crew knew it. Hoofing back a half a mile through a heated battle zone wouldn’t be hard, but what made it worse was that we were a prime target for the Ruskies. Around us, gunfire erupted and large kick-ups of dirt shot up from the ground around us. Instantly I threw my arms to cover my face and sprinted off towards an open door to a nearby house. Or at least, what was left of it. Behind me I heard my gunner scream out in agony, just before I dove into an open cellar and blacked out, as I rolled and slammed my head on a nearby wall.
It must have been about a half an hour before I awoke, my mind was slow to start up, but I knew that it was the Russians lifting me up from the frozen concrete and pulling my up out of the cellar. Slowly, I began to get a grip of things as I was hauled out to into the middle of the street where my Stug had been enveloped by flames. The Russians were shouting in their native dialect, all I could make out was officer. The one word I’d bothered to learn from these lower forms.
The bastards forced me to my knee’s and pressed a pistol against the back of my skull while forcing me to look at the body of my crew. More shouting and the cocking of the pistols hammer.
“Achtung!” The familiar sound of the German dialect made me cock up my head to search for the source. Just as I looked up, a German soldier rounded the corner and opened up on the Russian behind me. The spray of bullets ripped into the Ruskies chest and I felt the warmth of fresh blood splatter across the back of my neck.
Sadly, the German dropped to the ground after a second Russian that had been standing beside me opened fire with his pistol. Without thinking, my hand became a fist and slammed into the Russians groin. Grabbing his collar as he bent over, I pulled him to the ground and grabbed his pistol which had fallen beside his face. A pull of the trigger, and that was that.
More German shouting form around the same corner that the first German had come around. I shouted my name and rank and told them the coast was clear. They explained to me that the lines had been broken and that I was in the middle of a new German occupied city. Germans one, Ruskies zero.