Your Character's Fate...

[Rhys Bevan]

Assuming your character/s survive the war, what will become of him in future life? Will he stay in the military only to be conveniently shot down at a later date or will he bugger off after the end of the war and become a butcher or a fisherman or a pimp or a Tory...it's entirely up to you. ;D

[Daniel Brennan]

I'm still deciding if I'm going to kill off Daniel at some point. Or maybe just make him permenatly lose a limb. James is obviously going open a Pub ( ) and Armin will be shot in the war or get some sort of science-y job in West Germany.

[Nathan Whyte]

I was gonna make this thread

Right:

• Nathan - I see him staying in the air force for a few years, working through the ranks until he is a high ranking officer, before perhaps being taken on by a commercial airline as an instructor.
  
  
• Jack - I actually think he's going to take on the family farm.
  
  
• Aaron - Not sure, at the moment
  
  
• Luther - He's not going to survive. He will die in the defence of Berlin, a fanatical SS man to the end.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Well I'll have a go at this!

Erik Schneider- Same fate as Luther and most likely every other SS member on this board. He'll be fighting to the end with his SS brothers defending Berlin to his last breath.

Shawn Riley- He'll make it through the war, a hardened man. His sense of humor and good spirit permanently erased. He'll find it too difficult to return to the real world, and remain in the army. He'll serve in the Korean War as a high ranking officer, climbing the ranks. He'd serve in the Vietnam War as a Middle Aged Colonel. He remained in the military for some time after that before finally settling down in Chicago, Illinois at the age of 56.

Anton Ramsden- Anton will be shot down in the final days of the war never to be seen again. His body was never found, but the remains of his plane were. He'd be remembered as an honorable Ace pilot, with many speculations and rumors popping up about him over the next century.

[Rhys Bevan]

- Rhys Bevan - Rhys survived the war, but was never the same, permanently scarred by what he had seen. He took control of the family farm after his parents passed away a few years after the end of the war before becoming a celebrated author and poet, publishing many novels about the horrors of war and earning a fortune substantial enough to move to London. He would die of natural causes in his late sixties.

- Nicholas Ealing - Nicholas would serve his due in the British Army until 1953 at the age of 42 following two years serving as a Colonel in the Korean War. Retiring soon after, he would grow old and fat with his wife in his house in Chester, spending most of his time down the old pub, regailing anyone who would listen of tales of his life.

- Marlon Revien - Sensing that Berlin would never hold against the Allied forces, Revien cowardly deserted from the SS forces in 1945, killing three German officers who stood in his way. Making his way through Germany disguised as a simple French peasant, he was eventually captured by American forces and apprehended as an NCO of the SS but would soon escape from their clutches. He was never seen again by anyone who lived to tell the story...

[tommy]

Nov 28, 2008 17:15:49 GMT Daniel Brennan said:

James is obviously going open a Pub ( )

That James Todd?

[Nathan Whyte]

No, James Mason, one of his dudes.

And James, weren't you an Aircraftman earlier?

[☤Theodorijk Wijzemens]

Doktor van de Vlakte: Finally realising the evils he's committed, Doktor van de Vlakte thinks of deserting and handing himself over to the Allies. Knowing that he would be tried for war crimes if he surrendered, the doctor, on an Ahnenerbe 'mission' leaves for thee Netherlands Antilles where he stays for ten years after the war. Afterwards, he come back to Holland under a new identity, Theodrin van de Vlakte, the supposed cousin to Dieedrik. He opened a private practise and died in 2000 at the age of 98.

Hartwig Kriegheld: Spent the final days of the war in an allied POW camp in Scotland after being captured in Hamburg. He was tried for war crimes due to his reported abuses in the ghettos and camps. He was sentenced to fifty years in prison and was let out early due to a court order in his favour. From that time he worked as a civilian officer in the Bundeswehr, where he taught weapons use with the MG3. He died at the age of 87 when a KGB officer mistakenly murdered him.

Leberecht Strumfelder: Denazified and worked for the Berliner Zeitung for the rest of his life.

[PuNk! ™]

I'll write up my character's fate/s when I get the chance, but ideally, I sort-off want to keep them a secret. Never know if you may get the chance to role play it out someday? But then it wouldn't be so fun, as you would know what was about to happen.

~Danny

[johnmasterson]

Sgt. Matt Baker - Was discharged from the Army in January of 1946. He returns home to find his father passed away in 1944 while he was gone, without ever getting word. The loss of his father begins the spiraling fate that is to result in Baker's horrible death. Baker gets a job working as a textile factory manager.

In 1948, Baker marries Kate Johnson and the two have three children together, two boys and a girl. In 1964, Baker's eldest son, Stephen, is killed, along with his prom date, in an alcohol related accident. He was 16. From then on, Baker blames himself for his son's death and beigins to drink heavily. This also causes Baker to have flashbacks from the war, and begins to halucinate the men who died while serving under him.

After a few years of dealing with the ghosts and alcoholism, he divorces from Kate in 1966 and loses his job the year after. Becoming enraged, Baker spends his days in and out of prison for various assault and disturbance related crimes.

However, in 1973, he meets a woman by the name of Joan Castine. Through her Baker refound himself, along with finding religion. He spent the rest of his days with her, without marrying her. Matt Baker died in his home in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1993.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

I would like to start out with the fact that this is a wonderful thread.

Henry Ford Patterson - Patterson becomes a lifer remaining in the U.S. Army for a total of 39 years, taking up smoking shortly after the end of WWII as he was assigned a cushy desk job from a misdiagnosis of depression. Once cleared of the mistake he joins a cavalry unit as the XO only serving one tour in Vietnam where he loses an eye from a fragmentation grenade, spending the last years in the military as a decorated Lieutenant Colonel running the supply unit on Fort Hood Texas. After his retirement he is able to become the Sheriff of a very small town where he tries to live the life of a civilian but fails miserably. Realizing that his tasks to accomplish in life have long been completed he decides to not wait for back up on an armed robbery call and rushes in, shooting one man to death and maiming one more after having been shot himself, dieing on the scene from blood loss, the third criminal made it three blocks before being hit by responding patrol cars and became confined to a wheel chair and dieing in prison, the maimed criminal mysteriously never makes it to the ambulance alive, his heart failing from an adrenaline overdose, no one is prosecuted. Patterson was buried in Arlington.

Edzard Crimm - Although becoming a true SS man through the war he was able to flee from the last stand due to his ability to fight proficiently from a distance. He soon joined a small, but fierce, group of extremists who then travel throughout Europe committing what most considered terrorist attacks. From sheer luck he is never caught but his band of morons is more or less massacred in Spain by a joint operation of local police and government agents. Crimm being one of the luckiest sons of a gun living then heads home and visits the semi-old battlefields where he rigs up a bomb to his chest, being able to do so from his job before the SS, and sets up a glass capsuled detonator on a large rock and starts walking away. Reports say that there were two shots fired...the second followed abruptly by an explosion. Crimm was found but never identified and was buried on a plot of land where the rest of the poor souls never ID'd lie for eternity.

Edward Scott McMillan - becoming all that his life had lead up to be, never was commissioned, but was sent all across Germany's spread out front line, performing his duties with ease and bringing his final kill count to an eerie 136, having only been physically scarred a few more times. When the Allies converged on Berlin McMillan, disobeying his commanding officer, charged out to meet them head on, having been totally consumed by the monster he had created. In an adrenaline fueled rage he managed to sustain seven gunshot wounds, one of them being through his right lung, collapsing it, McMillan obliterated an astounding 17 men within a mere one minute and nine seconds, four more dying before treated, a fifth barely making it to be discharged and killing a one eyed sheriff in later years. McMillan died in a pool of his own blood and the blood of his once brethren. Neither side claiming the lunatic. Edward was found twenty-nine years later, uncovered in a ditch, having been buried from the battle that ensued. On cold and dismal nights the locals say that they can hear the faint sounds of gunfire and screams of terror, the few that have dared track down the noise say that they can only see a lone man, as built as a bull walking away from the town, dressed in an old American uniform, carrying an American flag, with his head slumped down and a loyal canine by his side.




-JT

[Daniel Brennan]

Pessimistic little bastard, ain't ya.

For the most part, if you always expect the worst, you are never disappointed, and you tend to be nicely surprised often

-JT

[PuNk! ™]

Fantastic Thread, one of the best I've seen.

Captain; Liam J. Brentwood:[/b]
With the 7th Armoured Division, ex-commando Captain Brentwood found himself thrown into a frenzy of battles throughout the entirety of the African Campaign. After defeating the initial Italian threat, the German's soon arose and a whole new frontier emerged from the dusk. Several lucky battles concluded between 1940 to 1942, with very close encounters against the Afrikan Corps - The bold German resistance striding across Egypt and North Africa.

1943 and the battle for Tunisia commenced. After grueling firefights ensued, the oh' so lucky Captain Brentwood found himself wounded for the first time in years. Two fingers were completely blown from off Captain Brentwood's left-hand, before a following bullet winded the Officer in mid-flow of retaliating, by shooting two shots with his Webley Revolver, neutralising the close target before anymore damage was sustained. The second bullet had ripped through the side of Liam's head, partially blinding and deafening the Officer upon the right side of his head.

Thankfully, he was dragged back by a reckie-vehicle during the battle, saving his life. Years past swiftly for the Officer, only being decorated for his actions after the war, before humbly being dismissed (with no choice to return, due to the disabilities of being partially blind and deafened upon the right eye and ear). By 1954, Liam opened up a building company within London and became re-known easily for the hard work made by himself and his employees; His staff predominately housing ex-desert rats after the war.

1977, Liam's building company was flourishing, but the new age of man was taking it's toll upon the once gentlemanly age long forgotten. Punks, rockers and spoilt children gave life to a dangerous street life - it was precisely seven o'clock, on a thursday evening in February, when a group of young sporting youths cornered the ex-officer down a narrow london alley on his way home from work. Stabbed twice within three seconds, the Officer was fatally wounded with a crippled lung and main artery being cut in the process. With a breath of life left in his body, Liam found the last ounce of strength to use his keys as a defensive weapon, stabbing the youth wielding the knife almost too accurately into the foe's eye, branding the murderer with a life long scar and near death experience.

Liam died that night, after an ensuing onslaught of kicks by the injured youth's croonies, before the group fled with twelve pounds, a cheque book and a black/white photo of Liam and Edward posing in front of a Churchill tank, dated 1940. His body only being found six hours later by a passerby. The murderer was brought to justice and served eight years for good behavior, with the ensuing friends only being charged with manslaughter and a two year sentence per'.

Medical Tech'; Peter T. Brannigan:[/b] Yet to be Written!

Lieutenant; Kyle Steinbeck:[/b] Yet to be Written!

~Danny

[Rhys Bevan]

Not depressing at all...Nice work, PuNK!

[PuNk! ™]

Lol, sorry, Just never saw Liam growing old.
I'll write up Peter's and Kyle's fates when I get the chance. Not online for much longer. Unfortunately!
~Danny