Post by Axis Character Application on Feb 6, 2009 5:36:16 GMT
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Name: Dietrich Wilhelm
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Heer (however I would like to be in the SchutzeStaffel when available)
Character History:
Dietrich was born in 1918 into a German family living in Strasbourg. His childhood he would describe as being "uneventful" and perhaps "boring" though he managed to have some fun growing up. His father had served in the Heer during World War I and Dietrich was raised on stories of heroism. Often he would lay in the fields surrounding his house and stare up at the stars, dreaming of his own adventures in the army. Therefore, when Hitler took power, promising to restore Germany to her former greatness, Dietrich was intrigued. Dietrich was not convinced that the Jews were the cause of all the family's economic problems, however, he was pulled in by his deep emotion for the Fatherland. It was with this attitude that he enthusiastically joined the Heer at the age of twenty.
Military Rank:
Schutze
Writing Sample:
Dietrich blinked hard to clear his eyes. Slowly his vision returned. He stared about trying to remember where he was. His Mauser was a few feet away, the butt stock was completely shattered.
It was then he remembered the loud roar in his ears, the geyser of flame and dirt, the feeling of lacking gravity. Dietrich inspected the weapon and found it to be utterly worthless other than a large club.
The terrain around him was rough and uneven. Small shrubs and rocks dotted the Russian landscape. No sign of his comrades was to be found. In the distance he could hear the distinct rattle of the new MG42's. Explosions accompanied the small arms and he new what direction in which he could find refuge... if he survived.
Dietrich picked himself up off the ground and hunched low. His muscles felt stiff and sore and they protested the movement. He picked his way among the broken terrain, keeping a watchful eye to his front and rear. His progress was slow as his major focus was on remaining unseen. If he was detected he would quickly be chased down and killed.
Dietrich came over a rise in the earth. Suddenly, the landscape flooded out before him. He saw waves of Red Army troops storming forward behind a line of T-34's. Explosions rocked the land and smoke was everywhere. Aircraft buzzed back and forth employed in death's grim business. The sun was setting, putting it in Dietrich's eyes. He knew he would have to wait until nightfall before picking his way through the Russian lines.
The battle raged as Dietrich crawled closer towards the two opposing forces. Something moved to his right. He looked intensely in that direction but saw nothing but a couple bushes dotting the land. Remaining watchful, he continued his crawl forward. An odd feeling overcame him, a feeling that many veterans had come to know. The feeling that something was not quite right.
Dietrich could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Experience told him that he must act as if all was normal if he was to survive. He resumed his monotonous crawl forward. Again he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. This time he was sure that something was there.
At this time the sun began to sink below the horizon. Dietrich stopped moving and prepared to wait out his hunter. Calm, he thought, calm yourself. A half-hour passed with no action. Almost complete darkness had encompassed Dietrich when his opponent moved. The bush moved forward very slowly and deliberately. Dietrich struggled to keep his breathing slow and controlled. As the bush crept closer, his heart began to pound in his chest.
At last, when he felt the time right, Dietrich pulled his bayonet from its frog. The bush was not more than two feet away. He lunged towards the dark shape, driving his bayonet forward. A hand reached out and grasped his wrist, the other latched onto Dietrich's uniform. He was lifted over the shape and slammed into the ground behind it. The bayonet flew from his hand and clattered to the ground not far from him. He crawled toward it frantically. A knee pressed into his back the bayonet was grasped by the enemy. Dietrich rolled over to see the face of Ludwig smiling down on him.
"Come, Dietrich, we are getting back to our lines."
Name: Dietrich Wilhelm
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Heer (however I would like to be in the SchutzeStaffel when available)
Character History:
Dietrich was born in 1918 into a German family living in Strasbourg. His childhood he would describe as being "uneventful" and perhaps "boring" though he managed to have some fun growing up. His father had served in the Heer during World War I and Dietrich was raised on stories of heroism. Often he would lay in the fields surrounding his house and stare up at the stars, dreaming of his own adventures in the army. Therefore, when Hitler took power, promising to restore Germany to her former greatness, Dietrich was intrigued. Dietrich was not convinced that the Jews were the cause of all the family's economic problems, however, he was pulled in by his deep emotion for the Fatherland. It was with this attitude that he enthusiastically joined the Heer at the age of twenty.
Military Rank:
Schutze
Writing Sample:
Dietrich blinked hard to clear his eyes. Slowly his vision returned. He stared about trying to remember where he was. His Mauser was a few feet away, the butt stock was completely shattered.
It was then he remembered the loud roar in his ears, the geyser of flame and dirt, the feeling of lacking gravity. Dietrich inspected the weapon and found it to be utterly worthless other than a large club.
The terrain around him was rough and uneven. Small shrubs and rocks dotted the Russian landscape. No sign of his comrades was to be found. In the distance he could hear the distinct rattle of the new MG42's. Explosions accompanied the small arms and he new what direction in which he could find refuge... if he survived.
Dietrich picked himself up off the ground and hunched low. His muscles felt stiff and sore and they protested the movement. He picked his way among the broken terrain, keeping a watchful eye to his front and rear. His progress was slow as his major focus was on remaining unseen. If he was detected he would quickly be chased down and killed.
Dietrich came over a rise in the earth. Suddenly, the landscape flooded out before him. He saw waves of Red Army troops storming forward behind a line of T-34's. Explosions rocked the land and smoke was everywhere. Aircraft buzzed back and forth employed in death's grim business. The sun was setting, putting it in Dietrich's eyes. He knew he would have to wait until nightfall before picking his way through the Russian lines.
The battle raged as Dietrich crawled closer towards the two opposing forces. Something moved to his right. He looked intensely in that direction but saw nothing but a couple bushes dotting the land. Remaining watchful, he continued his crawl forward. An odd feeling overcame him, a feeling that many veterans had come to know. The feeling that something was not quite right.
Dietrich could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Experience told him that he must act as if all was normal if he was to survive. He resumed his monotonous crawl forward. Again he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. This time he was sure that something was there.
At this time the sun began to sink below the horizon. Dietrich stopped moving and prepared to wait out his hunter. Calm, he thought, calm yourself. A half-hour passed with no action. Almost complete darkness had encompassed Dietrich when his opponent moved. The bush moved forward very slowly and deliberately. Dietrich struggled to keep his breathing slow and controlled. As the bush crept closer, his heart began to pound in his chest.
At last, when he felt the time right, Dietrich pulled his bayonet from its frog. The bush was not more than two feet away. He lunged towards the dark shape, driving his bayonet forward. A hand reached out and grasped his wrist, the other latched onto Dietrich's uniform. He was lifted over the shape and slammed into the ground behind it. The bayonet flew from his hand and clattered to the ground not far from him. He crawled toward it frantically. A knee pressed into his back the bayonet was grasped by the enemy. Dietrich rolled over to see the face of Ludwig smiling down on him.
"Come, Dietrich, we are getting back to our lines."
