Post by Rury on May 15, 2009 13:47:06 GMT
Accepted!
~Dan
Account E-Mail: had191@hotmail.com
Name: Oliver Jack Von Trapp
Nationality:
German/Austrian.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None. Oliver's a ten year old child.
Character History:
- Oliver Von Trapp was born in the year 1934 to Claus and Eden Von Trapp. He was born on a very chilly and frosty night of January Thirteenth, nineteen thirty four. He was born a baby with bright, green eyes. His parents called him the wonder child. He had brought them joy and laughter. Oliver was born in Vienna, Austria.
As the years passed. Oliver soon had a younger sister named Gretyl. She was blonde haired and blue eyed. His parents charished her. They thought that Gretyl Von Trapp was 'the perfect child' and that Oliver was merely nothing but a feather lying on the streets.
When Oliver Von Trapp turned five years old, his parents informed him that they were moving to Berlin for a better life. His father was an SS officer. He had gotten a promotion. Berlin wasn't any better for Oliver. Everything was so dull and he barely made any new friends. He hated the fact that Nazi's disliked Jews. When Oliver was in Austria, he had a jewish friend, but his family was killed by Nazi officials. The jewish boy named Andrew was the first friend he had ever made.
As the years passed nothing changed. Oliver went to a Private school as well as his younger sister, Gretyl. He made zero friends in Berlin whilst his sister Gretyl made many. He never got along with her - just the thought of her made him feel quite sick. He hated her.
His father kept convincing him to join hitlejugend. Oliver chose to avoid this option. He hated Nazis. He hated them for killing Andrew. He hated them for ruling the country. He hated them for being so cruel and last but not least for ruining his social life. This meant that he also hated his own father.
Military Rank:
- Oliver's a civilian - n/a.
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… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Place: Berlin, Germany
Time: 12:34 A.M.
Weather: Cold and frosty.
Yes, Oliver was only playing war with a couple of his friends. He hid behind the barred wires keeping his eyes wide open for any 'enemies' that tried to attack his being. He was holding a slingshot in his right hand in case anything popped up. He gritted his teeth tightly and screamed at the top of his lungs - "Sie können laufen, aber Sie können sich nicht verbergen!" A smirk slipped itself across his face. [Translations: You can run, but you can't hide!]
He had this odd feeling that one of his friends were watching him from behind one of the barred fences. He knew it was wrong to play near the camps. But nothing would happen, right? All of a sudden Oliver got himself up running around the barred fences. All of a sudden, he ran into one of his friends. Oh no! He pulled out his air gun, using his fingers to make it look like a gun, he pointed it towards the blonde boy in front of him. "Bzzzz!" He muttered as he pretended to shoot the boy with his shotgun. The boy playfully fell onto the ground and played dead.
All of a sudden, Oliver heard footsteps. Oh no, it was his other friends. He began pretending to be one of the army like airplanes flying through the air. He began muttering the engine sound, well at least attempting to whilst he pretended to be the airplane. He stopped and ran over to a big wooden box. He hid behind it.
He glanced around, trying to find his breath. He wondered where his friends were. Maybe they were just running around, trying to find him. He exhaled, then inahled the cold air around him. It was terribly chilly outside. All of a sudden, all three of his friends popped up in front of him and pretended to shoot him right in the chest with their snipers muttering buzzing noises while shooting to give it more effect. Oliver playfully dropped dead in front of his friends.
"Oliver! Oliver! Kommen Sie innen immediatly und waschen Sie sich davon!"[/b] Yelled his mother. Oliver quickly got himself up and waved good-bye to his friends. "Auf Wiedersehen!" He ran home. [Translations: [1] Oliver! Oliver! Come inside and wash off immediatly! [2] Good-bye!]
~Dan
Account E-Mail: had191@hotmail.com
Name: Oliver Jack Von Trapp
Nationality:
German/Austrian.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None. Oliver's a ten year old child.
Character History:
- Oliver Von Trapp was born in the year 1934 to Claus and Eden Von Trapp. He was born on a very chilly and frosty night of January Thirteenth, nineteen thirty four. He was born a baby with bright, green eyes. His parents called him the wonder child. He had brought them joy and laughter. Oliver was born in Vienna, Austria.
As the years passed. Oliver soon had a younger sister named Gretyl. She was blonde haired and blue eyed. His parents charished her. They thought that Gretyl Von Trapp was 'the perfect child' and that Oliver was merely nothing but a feather lying on the streets.
When Oliver Von Trapp turned five years old, his parents informed him that they were moving to Berlin for a better life. His father was an SS officer. He had gotten a promotion. Berlin wasn't any better for Oliver. Everything was so dull and he barely made any new friends. He hated the fact that Nazi's disliked Jews. When Oliver was in Austria, he had a jewish friend, but his family was killed by Nazi officials. The jewish boy named Andrew was the first friend he had ever made.
As the years passed nothing changed. Oliver went to a Private school as well as his younger sister, Gretyl. He made zero friends in Berlin whilst his sister Gretyl made many. He never got along with her - just the thought of her made him feel quite sick. He hated her.
His father kept convincing him to join hitlejugend. Oliver chose to avoid this option. He hated Nazis. He hated them for killing Andrew. He hated them for ruling the country. He hated them for being so cruel and last but not least for ruining his social life. This meant that he also hated his own father.
Military Rank:
- Oliver's a civilian - n/a.
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… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Place: Berlin, Germany
Time: 12:34 A.M.
Weather: Cold and frosty.
Yes, Oliver was only playing war with a couple of his friends. He hid behind the barred wires keeping his eyes wide open for any 'enemies' that tried to attack his being. He was holding a slingshot in his right hand in case anything popped up. He gritted his teeth tightly and screamed at the top of his lungs - "Sie können laufen, aber Sie können sich nicht verbergen!" A smirk slipped itself across his face. [Translations: You can run, but you can't hide!]
He had this odd feeling that one of his friends were watching him from behind one of the barred fences. He knew it was wrong to play near the camps. But nothing would happen, right? All of a sudden Oliver got himself up running around the barred fences. All of a sudden, he ran into one of his friends. Oh no! He pulled out his air gun, using his fingers to make it look like a gun, he pointed it towards the blonde boy in front of him. "Bzzzz!" He muttered as he pretended to shoot the boy with his shotgun. The boy playfully fell onto the ground and played dead.
All of a sudden, Oliver heard footsteps. Oh no, it was his other friends. He began pretending to be one of the army like airplanes flying through the air. He began muttering the engine sound, well at least attempting to whilst he pretended to be the airplane. He stopped and ran over to a big wooden box. He hid behind it.
He glanced around, trying to find his breath. He wondered where his friends were. Maybe they were just running around, trying to find him. He exhaled, then inahled the cold air around him. It was terribly chilly outside. All of a sudden, all three of his friends popped up in front of him and pretended to shoot him right in the chest with their snipers muttering buzzing noises while shooting to give it more effect. Oliver playfully dropped dead in front of his friends.
"Oliver! Oliver! Kommen Sie innen immediatly und waschen Sie sich davon!"[/b] Yelled his mother. Oliver quickly got himself up and waved good-bye to his friends. "Auf Wiedersehen!" He ran home. [Translations: [1] Oliver! Oliver! Come inside and wash off immediatly! [2] Good-bye!]