Post by P1key on Mar 2, 2008 9:03:09 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the Board!
Side Note: Great application, i really did enjoy reading it, seems like you know quite a bit of history (detailed) and that's always great to have on this board.
Although the Waffen Schutzstaffel was a major division, it would also take me a lifetime to type up loads of 'Division' rank lists, so i allow the members to create their own divisions beneath the "Company/Platoon" area. The only SS Division created as of yet - remained popular, is; Waffen SS; Das Reich, so you're more than welcome to join it.
Apart from that, anymore questions, feel free to ask. Welcome again!
~Danny
Account E-mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Friedrich von Namur
Nationality: German Empire, Weimar Republic. Nazi Germany
Organisation: Waffen Schutzstaffel
Character History: Von Namur was born to a wealthy Prussian family during the summer months of 1915 and became the first of three. When the ToV was signed and the war declared over, the von Namur family lost much of their wealth and power.
The family slowly became interested with the National Socialist German Workers Party. Friedrich grew up around many extreme national socialists and was taught to have great respect for them. Through the party, the von Namurs slowly regained their fortune and Friedrich was encouraged to join SS-Amt at age seventeen.
After undertaking the elite training required for protecting the Führer, he aided during the Night of Long Knives and helped to mutilate and dispose of Gustav Ritter von Kahr’s corpse.
Over the following year’s he honed his skills through many different Schutzstaffel manoeuvres, and though not the highest ranked in his squad, he aims to become a member of the Einsgruppe
Rank:
Sample:
The icy wind tore into Friedrich’s exposed features. Every part of his body was slowly beginning to freeze, though that didn’t matter. Not now. Only pushing forwards.
“Herr Hauptgefreiter, there is rustling to our rear.” Fugger approached, crouched and gestured back down the hedgerow path they had just taken, betrayed by six pairs of footprints in the crisp white snow. Friedrich remained his clam self. There was always one way to check for stalkers. But the Soviet positions were little more than two hundred metres away, and he couldn’t risk it.
“Take one man and follow up the rear. Fire not one shots unless you see no alternative.” Fugger nodded and slipped away into the dark night. Friedrich pushed himself up against the hedge to his right and peered through it. There, in the centre of the second field were their targets. Two T-34s. They would have to flank the fields to avoid detection, but that could take at least half an hour.
Friedrich withdrew from the hedge and glanced back at the rest of the squad, all in good cover, like he’d taught them. Then something caught his attention. There was movement behind them, but, what was more, there was a glint of reflective metal...
He ripped an M24 grenade from his belt and threw caution to the wind. Exposing himself momentarily, he bowled it and four men broke cover where it landed. With a loud pop, the grenade exploded into lethal fragments and tore into the flesh of the first two. Fugger cut down one with his MP40 and Friedrich raised his ZK 383 to his shoulder as the last fled. He tapped the trigger twice and six shots ripped themselves through the conscript’s back. He fell in an instant.
Shots erupted from both sides of the path. Friedrich threw himself back down into the cold snow.
“Positions!” he bellowed, and his men obeyed. Two took cover on one side, three on the other. Friedrich looked around them, then pulled back the sleeve of his left hand and rubbed his thumb slowly over the W-SS tattoo.
They might be surrounded, but the Waffen Schutzstaffel never gave up.
Side Note: Great application, i really did enjoy reading it, seems like you know quite a bit of history (detailed) and that's always great to have on this board.
Although the Waffen Schutzstaffel was a major division, it would also take me a lifetime to type up loads of 'Division' rank lists, so i allow the members to create their own divisions beneath the "Company/Platoon" area. The only SS Division created as of yet - remained popular, is; Waffen SS; Das Reich, so you're more than welcome to join it.
Apart from that, anymore questions, feel free to ask. Welcome again!
~Danny
Account E-mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Friedrich von Namur
Nationality: German Empire, Weimar Republic. Nazi Germany
Organisation: Waffen Schutzstaffel
Character History: Von Namur was born to a wealthy Prussian family during the summer months of 1915 and became the first of three. When the ToV was signed and the war declared over, the von Namur family lost much of their wealth and power.
The family slowly became interested with the National Socialist German Workers Party. Friedrich grew up around many extreme national socialists and was taught to have great respect for them. Through the party, the von Namurs slowly regained their fortune and Friedrich was encouraged to join SS-Amt at age seventeen.
After undertaking the elite training required for protecting the Führer, he aided during the Night of Long Knives and helped to mutilate and dispose of Gustav Ritter von Kahr’s corpse.
Over the following year’s he honed his skills through many different Schutzstaffel manoeuvres, and though not the highest ranked in his squad, he aims to become a member of the Einsgruppe
Rank:
Sample:
The icy wind tore into Friedrich’s exposed features. Every part of his body was slowly beginning to freeze, though that didn’t matter. Not now. Only pushing forwards.
“Herr Hauptgefreiter, there is rustling to our rear.” Fugger approached, crouched and gestured back down the hedgerow path they had just taken, betrayed by six pairs of footprints in the crisp white snow. Friedrich remained his clam self. There was always one way to check for stalkers. But the Soviet positions were little more than two hundred metres away, and he couldn’t risk it.
“Take one man and follow up the rear. Fire not one shots unless you see no alternative.” Fugger nodded and slipped away into the dark night. Friedrich pushed himself up against the hedge to his right and peered through it. There, in the centre of the second field were their targets. Two T-34s. They would have to flank the fields to avoid detection, but that could take at least half an hour.
Friedrich withdrew from the hedge and glanced back at the rest of the squad, all in good cover, like he’d taught them. Then something caught his attention. There was movement behind them, but, what was more, there was a glint of reflective metal...
He ripped an M24 grenade from his belt and threw caution to the wind. Exposing himself momentarily, he bowled it and four men broke cover where it landed. With a loud pop, the grenade exploded into lethal fragments and tore into the flesh of the first two. Fugger cut down one with his MP40 and Friedrich raised his ZK 383 to his shoulder as the last fled. He tapped the trigger twice and six shots ripped themselves through the conscript’s back. He fell in an instant.
Shots erupted from both sides of the path. Friedrich threw himself back down into the cold snow.
“Positions!” he bellowed, and his men obeyed. Two took cover on one side, three on the other. Friedrich looked around them, then pulled back the sleeve of his left hand and rubbed his thumb slowly over the W-SS tattoo.
They might be surrounded, but the Waffen Schutzstaffel never gave up.