Post by Angelus Z Wolfram on Apr 16, 2009 21:45:49 GMT
I would feel guilty not giving you the requested rank; it's easy to see your writing talent. Accepted
Hi, this is just a brief note before my application. I am indeed Rafael’s (older) brother and he has been talking about this website for an entire year straight, where I have quite humbly been reading his work and dare I say it, feel proud of my younger brother’s writing and German heritage fore played in a manner after our grandfather, who was a subordinate within the Waffen-SS Das Reich for a short period, before the end of the war.
He has also foretold me that my choice of rank is ambitious, but I’m hoping with the good charm of my younger brother recommending me to this forum and my own very hard work put into this application, I will be given the stature I seek. Rafael has also assured me, he would bestow strength to support my rank. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy reading my application. There will be inconsistencies with Rafael’s application, predominately on the grounds of Rafael’s character never mentioning a brother, so please partake my application as a fresh beam of support to the unfolding plot he has structured. Thank you.
Account E-Mail: I have used my brother’s account e-mail, because my e-mails are work related.
Rafaelwolfram@hotmail.com
Name: Angelus Z. Wolfram
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? Wehrmacht / Panzer Division
Character History:
It all started in Brandenburg, district of Barnim, where the largest forest establishment of Germany was spouting from the fatherland since the thirteenth century. Old manor houses littered each clearing, where noblemen would take to the dense forests for the sport of game, once or twice on a brisk evening. It was here, where Angelus bonded with his father throughout his youth, accompanying the male figure regularly whenever he left their home. Angelus was the smudge on his father’s spectacles and made it quite known, as all Angelus can recount from his childhood when in question to his own thoughts, is to shut-up, don’t moan and follow.
There was no resentment to his father for being unloving, as that unconditional love from his father made it all the more worthwhile to earn in different aspects; To appease his father’s grand stature was the obvious route, but to surpass his father’s grand stature was a more daring route Angelus opted for. His father was nothing more than a glorified diplomat, with more then the odd penny to spare for indulgencies and family retreats both within Berlin and out of Berlin. Taxes were the best invention in Europe and even throughout the great war, his father found out the consequences of not paying the state kindly all too well. As his own father, Angelus’s grandfather, was forced to ensue hard labour and sell the land of his once prospering farm to pay such grounded debts.
It was here, that Angelus’s father poignantly took a side and flourished off the state’s money and like all sins with money, it turned his father into an ignorant man, where everything had a price tag and nothing couldn’t be bought. Including such secluded feelings of happiness, where Angelus remembers his father indulging in expensive and extravagant gifts for both himself and his mother, perhaps it was the lavish lifestyle that chinked Angelus into the man he was to become or perhaps it was the lavish lifestyle that congregated a dream, in which Angelus built such high prospects, where anything less was a miserable failure. Whatever it was to be, Angelus spent his youth tied to his father’s side, acquainting with many upper-class aristocrats along the way, where the burden of carrying the family name through thick and thin meant everything.
The years passed slowly and by the eventful time of Angelus’s fifteenth birthday, his mother announced the arrival of a sibling to be. It was the news Angelus dreaded to hear, for a teenage boy aspiring to achieve his father’s potential, the declaration of a sibling severed a lot of strings holding Angelus’s ideological world together; The arrival of a presumed sister, would be catastrophic for his own wellbeing and the thought of a sibling competing for his parent’s attention sickened him. He was meant to be the family’s future, the family’s one true aspiring chance at having high hopes, but now their attention, their love, their money was being swamped for the arrival of the baby. It barely took a month for Angelus to become insane from the jealously, he was out rightly a spoilt young boy and watching his father distance himself from Angelus was the final swing upon the gallows.
Driven by jealousy, Angelus abused his trust within his parents and boldly stole his mother’s pendants, rings and bracelets from her jewellery box, packing a few essential belongings, before abandoning the family home in the district of Barnim. Flogging the goods to stall merchants for a fraction of their value price, Angelus fled Barnim completely, heading north towards Uckermark on the Polish border. Angelus never knew how his parents reacted to him running away, nor did he wish to know, but supposedly they made little effort in finding him and as soon as the birth of a baby boy was adjourned, Angelus was clearly forgotten quickly.
It was hard for Angelus to adapt to a working man’s lifestyle, as there were many nights he regretted his decision in running away over such weak feelings, but he had ashamed the family and his father would undoubtedly string him up if he were to return. A thief amongst the household was as bad as a murderer lurking over their bed, his parents founded everything around money and if he couldn’t be trusted with their precious belongings, that was ironically a worse crime than murder in their eyes. Gluttony was a terrible sin, particularly one had inherited from spending so much time with his father, but it also served him well during his rock-bottom days.
Angelus worked from farm to farm, acquiring the odd job at a stall or shop along his way. It was these fundamental years that Angelus began to understand the importance of money and the hardship required by most to simply gain a little; A travelling fair in nineteen-thirty-two caught Angelus’s attention and by this time, many years had passed since his departure from the manor back in Barnim. By now, he was a young man and doing quite well for himself, having travelled from Uckmark to Oberhavel, Havelland and eventually settle back in Oberhavel a couple of years later. The travelling fair consisted of veteran soldiers from the great war, decorated to the nines in medals, a brisk tight uniform and courage. A trait that the veterans oozed in the gallons, by merely standing there, upright and firm.
The travelling fair was a recruitment parade passing through the state of Brandenburg, looking for potential soldiers and officers alike. It was here that Angelus spent the afternoon watching the parade in it’s full glory, march on down the town’s street, with recruitment posts littering the sidewalks for the young men to line-up. Naively, Angelus wanted to be one of those men on parade, he wanted to become that something more and after an half-an-hour’s wait, he was signing up to the Wehrmacht - two weeks later and Angelus had packed his belongings, paid his landlord and left for Berlin, along with hundreds more young hopefuls picturing the same image Angelus shared. Little did he know, his bubble was to burst…
Ironically, Angelus was thrown into the enlisted ranks, where we spent the first year toughening it through basic training and learning the ropes of respecting your military higher Archie, but it was also where his father eventually found him. Angelus’s name was flagged in the books and immediately, his father flew to Berlin, having heard his son had reappeared after many years. There was little that could be done for Angelus and for an unknown reason, his father either bribed, paid or threatened the Wehrmacht officials, as he was eagerly thrown from out of the recruitment ranks and into the cadets - where fresh young men were training to become Leutnants (Lieutenants). Little was explained to Angelus, other than the flaunting excuse of being seen to have potential as a commander; It was only days later that Angelus saw his father lingering by the establishment one lunchtime, watching from afar, that he realised his father had a hand in playing with his career within the German Army.
Deciding not to make the same mistake twice, Angelus grabbed the opportunity of gluttony with both hands and used the position bestowed upon him, to the best of his advantage. The thought of betraying his father twice was merciless, a thought he reframed from thinking about in the slightest, as the intimidating fact of his father knowing where he slept at night played within the confines of his mind. So it was these years that Angelus progressed with his training, marching through the rank ladder every few years down the line. He was nothing special, but he was certainly a good tactician and it seemed as though it was one of his fine strengths that carried him further than he anticipated.
After years of preparation and training, Angelus was granted the rank of Oberleutnant courteously, before being diminished into the ranks of a Panzer division; This was the year of the renown “Blitzkrieg”, nineteen-thirty-nine and Poland was ripe for the taking. Their industrial revolution sparked more interest to Germany then words could decipher and low-and-behold, Angelus received poignant orders to be ready for an invasion; The September campaign had begun and operation Himmler was underway.
The city of Wielun was taken almost instantly, as the Luftwaffe obliterated the descending vicinity of turf with merciless bombing, leaving nothing but a clean up crew to sweep in and stake it’s claim. Passing through the obliterated countryside and what was once an establishment of Poland had Angelus in shock and awe, by now, September the third all war had been declared on Germany and Angelus found himself thrown into the middle of everything. How did he get here? The ghastly thoughts of Germany biting more than it could chew phased through the blemished spots of his mind, but those thoughts only lasted days, as Angelus found himself thrown into battle after battle. He was at wit’s end and stories of Warsaw being abandoned after Luftwaffe bombings were bitter sweet to the ear…
It was here, that Angelus was honourably promoted to Hauptmann after a few weeks service, but his valiant leadership had saved a lot of lives; The rank was not only earned in leadership, but blood, as Angelus sustained a bullet would to his soleus muscle upon his left leg, that inevitably ripped through his Achilles tendon on exiting. It was the sheer valour of Angelus’s determination to continue fighting that had him harmoniously promoted with such pride, that in turn ironically earned Angelus favourable rumours for not having a weak spot; The Achilles heel being the one predominate weak-point upon all of the human species, or so they thought.
Military Rank: Hauptmann (any higher would be nice)
Writing Sample:
It was nineteen-forty and the the fall of France had begun; The Ardennes forest had been assaulted by the Germans thirteen hours ago and Oberst Von Epp had lost complete control of his assault. It was an utter blessing that Hauptmann Wolfram had even survived, as the British Expeditionary Forces littered the lines, catching his Panzer division totally unaware. Trip-wires, mines, artillery, the Panzer division was forced to reassess it’s tactical thinking, but by this time the communication had broken down completely and Hauptmann Wolfram was forced to abandon his damaged armour, with little more then two crew members surviving the onslaught of an awaiting enemy entrenched along the frontlines.
The battle was not to stop for one failed commander’s piece of armour, as the division pushed on and night befell the foreign French-land, Angelus and his two subordinates backtracked their steps in refuge of a friendly convoy passing through the Ardennes to support the push, in hope their determination would see them rejoining the fray, but the Ardennes forest was not a common road and the daunting tread marks of the German panzers eerily began to look like footsteps through the fog of dark.
Angelus befell to the silent night, becoming spooked by the adverse effects of not being able to see much through the blanket of nightfall and the eerie noises of wildlife through the brush; Baring in mind they were abandoned within enemy territory, Hauptmann Wolfram treaded carefully through the moist dirt, sparing little attention upon his two companions that lingered closely by. None of them were equipped to face a serious situation, should they be opposed, as their side-arms remained upholstered and unclipped, the dwindling thought of trading his uniform tunic and hat with one of the crewmen was another flaunting idea that phased through his thought process, but Angelus knew such actions would demoralize his few companions. So the thought was stubbed out quickly and the men continued to follow the treaded up earth in hope of crossing paths with a friendly column along the way.
“Was war das?” (What was that?) one of the crewmen alarmingly spoke up, his eyes widened by a noise that pricked his attention, his hand retracing a slow slither up towards his holster and hip, for the P38 parked between the leather walls of his holster. Deciding to take no chances, Angelus took off his officer’s hat and tossed it to the ground, unbuttoning his collar in hope to conceal the collar tabs that were too finely decorated; Causing him to boldly stick out against the two subordinates lingering close by. “Halten Sie auf der Hut” (Keep Alert) Angelus simply ordered, knowing that the expense in making too much noise could be their demise and beacon for the enemy to draw in.
Drawing his Lugar, Angelus lead the way, continuing to follow the warm dirt, smouldered by the dozens of heated Panzer tracts that were rolling through not so long ago. Their journey conveyed across uneven land, spouting through woodlands after every several minutes of clearing they waltzed through. Eventually, if by the grace of god, a reserve company built from a dozen Panzers and the few odd halftracks towing tactical command cabins drew out of the dim moonlight fiercely.
If by instinct, the men holstered their weapons and cautiously approached the small support convoy, flagging their hands out eagerly for the convoy’s attention. Thankfully, a tank commander well rested at the helm of his armour spotted the motley crew approaching from the dense foliage, bringing a stop to the slow moving column in heed of picking up the wanderers looking to rejoin the fight…
(I’m ever so sorry my writing sample isn’t long and very detailed, but after a long winded history, I felt very tired when it came to the writing sample. If you would require a re-sample, please notify me and I would be humbled to resubmit my application to your liking)
Hi, this is just a brief note before my application. I am indeed Rafael’s (older) brother and he has been talking about this website for an entire year straight, where I have quite humbly been reading his work and dare I say it, feel proud of my younger brother’s writing and German heritage fore played in a manner after our grandfather, who was a subordinate within the Waffen-SS Das Reich for a short period, before the end of the war.
He has also foretold me that my choice of rank is ambitious, but I’m hoping with the good charm of my younger brother recommending me to this forum and my own very hard work put into this application, I will be given the stature I seek. Rafael has also assured me, he would bestow strength to support my rank. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy reading my application. There will be inconsistencies with Rafael’s application, predominately on the grounds of Rafael’s character never mentioning a brother, so please partake my application as a fresh beam of support to the unfolding plot he has structured. Thank you.
Account E-Mail: I have used my brother’s account e-mail, because my e-mails are work related.
Rafaelwolfram@hotmail.com
Name: Angelus Z. Wolfram
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? Wehrmacht / Panzer Division
Character History:
It all started in Brandenburg, district of Barnim, where the largest forest establishment of Germany was spouting from the fatherland since the thirteenth century. Old manor houses littered each clearing, where noblemen would take to the dense forests for the sport of game, once or twice on a brisk evening. It was here, where Angelus bonded with his father throughout his youth, accompanying the male figure regularly whenever he left their home. Angelus was the smudge on his father’s spectacles and made it quite known, as all Angelus can recount from his childhood when in question to his own thoughts, is to shut-up, don’t moan and follow.
There was no resentment to his father for being unloving, as that unconditional love from his father made it all the more worthwhile to earn in different aspects; To appease his father’s grand stature was the obvious route, but to surpass his father’s grand stature was a more daring route Angelus opted for. His father was nothing more than a glorified diplomat, with more then the odd penny to spare for indulgencies and family retreats both within Berlin and out of Berlin. Taxes were the best invention in Europe and even throughout the great war, his father found out the consequences of not paying the state kindly all too well. As his own father, Angelus’s grandfather, was forced to ensue hard labour and sell the land of his once prospering farm to pay such grounded debts.
It was here, that Angelus’s father poignantly took a side and flourished off the state’s money and like all sins with money, it turned his father into an ignorant man, where everything had a price tag and nothing couldn’t be bought. Including such secluded feelings of happiness, where Angelus remembers his father indulging in expensive and extravagant gifts for both himself and his mother, perhaps it was the lavish lifestyle that chinked Angelus into the man he was to become or perhaps it was the lavish lifestyle that congregated a dream, in which Angelus built such high prospects, where anything less was a miserable failure. Whatever it was to be, Angelus spent his youth tied to his father’s side, acquainting with many upper-class aristocrats along the way, where the burden of carrying the family name through thick and thin meant everything.
The years passed slowly and by the eventful time of Angelus’s fifteenth birthday, his mother announced the arrival of a sibling to be. It was the news Angelus dreaded to hear, for a teenage boy aspiring to achieve his father’s potential, the declaration of a sibling severed a lot of strings holding Angelus’s ideological world together; The arrival of a presumed sister, would be catastrophic for his own wellbeing and the thought of a sibling competing for his parent’s attention sickened him. He was meant to be the family’s future, the family’s one true aspiring chance at having high hopes, but now their attention, their love, their money was being swamped for the arrival of the baby. It barely took a month for Angelus to become insane from the jealously, he was out rightly a spoilt young boy and watching his father distance himself from Angelus was the final swing upon the gallows.
Driven by jealousy, Angelus abused his trust within his parents and boldly stole his mother’s pendants, rings and bracelets from her jewellery box, packing a few essential belongings, before abandoning the family home in the district of Barnim. Flogging the goods to stall merchants for a fraction of their value price, Angelus fled Barnim completely, heading north towards Uckermark on the Polish border. Angelus never knew how his parents reacted to him running away, nor did he wish to know, but supposedly they made little effort in finding him and as soon as the birth of a baby boy was adjourned, Angelus was clearly forgotten quickly.
It was hard for Angelus to adapt to a working man’s lifestyle, as there were many nights he regretted his decision in running away over such weak feelings, but he had ashamed the family and his father would undoubtedly string him up if he were to return. A thief amongst the household was as bad as a murderer lurking over their bed, his parents founded everything around money and if he couldn’t be trusted with their precious belongings, that was ironically a worse crime than murder in their eyes. Gluttony was a terrible sin, particularly one had inherited from spending so much time with his father, but it also served him well during his rock-bottom days.
Angelus worked from farm to farm, acquiring the odd job at a stall or shop along his way. It was these fundamental years that Angelus began to understand the importance of money and the hardship required by most to simply gain a little; A travelling fair in nineteen-thirty-two caught Angelus’s attention and by this time, many years had passed since his departure from the manor back in Barnim. By now, he was a young man and doing quite well for himself, having travelled from Uckmark to Oberhavel, Havelland and eventually settle back in Oberhavel a couple of years later. The travelling fair consisted of veteran soldiers from the great war, decorated to the nines in medals, a brisk tight uniform and courage. A trait that the veterans oozed in the gallons, by merely standing there, upright and firm.
The travelling fair was a recruitment parade passing through the state of Brandenburg, looking for potential soldiers and officers alike. It was here that Angelus spent the afternoon watching the parade in it’s full glory, march on down the town’s street, with recruitment posts littering the sidewalks for the young men to line-up. Naively, Angelus wanted to be one of those men on parade, he wanted to become that something more and after an half-an-hour’s wait, he was signing up to the Wehrmacht - two weeks later and Angelus had packed his belongings, paid his landlord and left for Berlin, along with hundreds more young hopefuls picturing the same image Angelus shared. Little did he know, his bubble was to burst…
Ironically, Angelus was thrown into the enlisted ranks, where we spent the first year toughening it through basic training and learning the ropes of respecting your military higher Archie, but it was also where his father eventually found him. Angelus’s name was flagged in the books and immediately, his father flew to Berlin, having heard his son had reappeared after many years. There was little that could be done for Angelus and for an unknown reason, his father either bribed, paid or threatened the Wehrmacht officials, as he was eagerly thrown from out of the recruitment ranks and into the cadets - where fresh young men were training to become Leutnants (Lieutenants). Little was explained to Angelus, other than the flaunting excuse of being seen to have potential as a commander; It was only days later that Angelus saw his father lingering by the establishment one lunchtime, watching from afar, that he realised his father had a hand in playing with his career within the German Army.
Deciding not to make the same mistake twice, Angelus grabbed the opportunity of gluttony with both hands and used the position bestowed upon him, to the best of his advantage. The thought of betraying his father twice was merciless, a thought he reframed from thinking about in the slightest, as the intimidating fact of his father knowing where he slept at night played within the confines of his mind. So it was these years that Angelus progressed with his training, marching through the rank ladder every few years down the line. He was nothing special, but he was certainly a good tactician and it seemed as though it was one of his fine strengths that carried him further than he anticipated.
After years of preparation and training, Angelus was granted the rank of Oberleutnant courteously, before being diminished into the ranks of a Panzer division; This was the year of the renown “Blitzkrieg”, nineteen-thirty-nine and Poland was ripe for the taking. Their industrial revolution sparked more interest to Germany then words could decipher and low-and-behold, Angelus received poignant orders to be ready for an invasion; The September campaign had begun and operation Himmler was underway.
The city of Wielun was taken almost instantly, as the Luftwaffe obliterated the descending vicinity of turf with merciless bombing, leaving nothing but a clean up crew to sweep in and stake it’s claim. Passing through the obliterated countryside and what was once an establishment of Poland had Angelus in shock and awe, by now, September the third all war had been declared on Germany and Angelus found himself thrown into the middle of everything. How did he get here? The ghastly thoughts of Germany biting more than it could chew phased through the blemished spots of his mind, but those thoughts only lasted days, as Angelus found himself thrown into battle after battle. He was at wit’s end and stories of Warsaw being abandoned after Luftwaffe bombings were bitter sweet to the ear…
It was here, that Angelus was honourably promoted to Hauptmann after a few weeks service, but his valiant leadership had saved a lot of lives; The rank was not only earned in leadership, but blood, as Angelus sustained a bullet would to his soleus muscle upon his left leg, that inevitably ripped through his Achilles tendon on exiting. It was the sheer valour of Angelus’s determination to continue fighting that had him harmoniously promoted with such pride, that in turn ironically earned Angelus favourable rumours for not having a weak spot; The Achilles heel being the one predominate weak-point upon all of the human species, or so they thought.
Military Rank: Hauptmann (any higher would be nice)
Writing Sample:
It was nineteen-forty and the the fall of France had begun; The Ardennes forest had been assaulted by the Germans thirteen hours ago and Oberst Von Epp had lost complete control of his assault. It was an utter blessing that Hauptmann Wolfram had even survived, as the British Expeditionary Forces littered the lines, catching his Panzer division totally unaware. Trip-wires, mines, artillery, the Panzer division was forced to reassess it’s tactical thinking, but by this time the communication had broken down completely and Hauptmann Wolfram was forced to abandon his damaged armour, with little more then two crew members surviving the onslaught of an awaiting enemy entrenched along the frontlines.
The battle was not to stop for one failed commander’s piece of armour, as the division pushed on and night befell the foreign French-land, Angelus and his two subordinates backtracked their steps in refuge of a friendly convoy passing through the Ardennes to support the push, in hope their determination would see them rejoining the fray, but the Ardennes forest was not a common road and the daunting tread marks of the German panzers eerily began to look like footsteps through the fog of dark.
Angelus befell to the silent night, becoming spooked by the adverse effects of not being able to see much through the blanket of nightfall and the eerie noises of wildlife through the brush; Baring in mind they were abandoned within enemy territory, Hauptmann Wolfram treaded carefully through the moist dirt, sparing little attention upon his two companions that lingered closely by. None of them were equipped to face a serious situation, should they be opposed, as their side-arms remained upholstered and unclipped, the dwindling thought of trading his uniform tunic and hat with one of the crewmen was another flaunting idea that phased through his thought process, but Angelus knew such actions would demoralize his few companions. So the thought was stubbed out quickly and the men continued to follow the treaded up earth in hope of crossing paths with a friendly column along the way.
“Was war das?” (What was that?) one of the crewmen alarmingly spoke up, his eyes widened by a noise that pricked his attention, his hand retracing a slow slither up towards his holster and hip, for the P38 parked between the leather walls of his holster. Deciding to take no chances, Angelus took off his officer’s hat and tossed it to the ground, unbuttoning his collar in hope to conceal the collar tabs that were too finely decorated; Causing him to boldly stick out against the two subordinates lingering close by. “Halten Sie auf der Hut” (Keep Alert) Angelus simply ordered, knowing that the expense in making too much noise could be their demise and beacon for the enemy to draw in.
Drawing his Lugar, Angelus lead the way, continuing to follow the warm dirt, smouldered by the dozens of heated Panzer tracts that were rolling through not so long ago. Their journey conveyed across uneven land, spouting through woodlands after every several minutes of clearing they waltzed through. Eventually, if by the grace of god, a reserve company built from a dozen Panzers and the few odd halftracks towing tactical command cabins drew out of the dim moonlight fiercely.
If by instinct, the men holstered their weapons and cautiously approached the small support convoy, flagging their hands out eagerly for the convoy’s attention. Thankfully, a tank commander well rested at the helm of his armour spotted the motley crew approaching from the dense foliage, bringing a stop to the slow moving column in heed of picking up the wanderers looking to rejoin the fight…
(I’m ever so sorry my writing sample isn’t long and very detailed, but after a long winded history, I felt very tired when it came to the writing sample. If you would require a re-sample, please notify me and I would be humbled to resubmit my application to your liking)
