Post by Lucas de Caldicot on Jun 4, 2009 13:27:36 GMT
Nice App, Accepted
Account E-Mail:
- NINJA211@GMAIL.com
Name:
- Lucas de Caldicot
Nationality:
- British / German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Nazi / German
Character History:
- Lucas was born the son of Otto Wolff, a rich German businessman, and Sal de Caldicot, a poor English woman struggling to feed herself. Otto was in Britain studying pharmaceutics for a few years before leaving Germany a while later. During this time, he met Sal, and she conceived two baby boys. Otto left before either of them found out, but soon Sal realized that she was pregnant. She gave birth to two baby boys, one more German-looking and one more British-looking, only a few months after Otto had left. Sal found money from Otto in her bank account, and used it to take care of her children. But soon, she knew that the money would dwindle, and she couldn't afford to care for two growing boys at once, even with her new job as a florist. So she decided to send the German-looking one to Germany, where he would fit in more. The one she kept was named Zack. The one she had sent away was poor little Lucas de Caldicot, not even able to walk.
Lucas was sent to an orphanage with a note that told them about Sal's current situation. It also told them about Otto, who would end up paying for almost anything Lucas wanted. Though he'd never seen his father in person, he knew that the man was rich, so the boy didn't worry about much. The one thing he'd grown to fear was the nanny who fed and bathed all the orphans. She also enforced all the rules and curfews. If Luis had something new and he was playing with it, she would snatch the new item away and keep it, claiming that toys would make little boys' minds grow feeble. She was short and pudgy and seemed to hate the world as much as it grew to hate her. As Luis neared four years old, he knew she was not treating the children fairly, and kicked her in the left shin.
This did not go over well. The nanny filed a lawsuit against Lucas, which went through to his mother and brother in Britain, who were in a far worse situation than Lucas. They were being kicked out of their apartment, so Sal was working overtime to keep them in a new, far cheaper and lower quality apartment. However, Sal had not forgotten about her second son on the mainland, and quickly sent over the money. The nanny was fired after they found entire heaps of stolen toys and trinkets from the children. She had been stashing them for every single year she had worked at the orphanage, meaning that twelve years worth of toys and trinkets were suddenly available for the orphans to play with. Lucas was no longer afraid of anything, as the new nanny was a kind young woman who cared for the orphans and did not mistreat them. Unfortunately, Lucas was about to find out that life in Germany could be much harder than it had ever been before.
At the age of seven, Lucas hit an extremely early puberty. He started to buy more things, but of a different type than usual. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought he had a disease, and the boy wanted a cure. So he told the new nanny all about it, which turned out to be a horrible mistake that would change everything. The nanny screamed, calling the boy a pervert, and tried to file a lawsuit. Nobody believed that Lucas was a seven year old pervert, so she was also fired. Two nannies had been lost due to Lucas, and nobody was eager to take up the torch and try a third time. Finally, as Lucas was only a week into his eight year of life, the orphanage shut down and the orphans were sent off to other various orphanages around Germany.
Lucas stayed at his until the age of ten, when they hired a new nanny. The old one had passed away three days prior, and the new one looked like the same thing might soon happen. She was a bent old lady who looked like a gnarled, knobbly, but tough tree. She acted tough, too. Every time an orphan so much as did a single thing she thought was wrong, she would force them so lay down butt naked with their belly on the ground, and give them ten lashes with a belt. This was cruel, and the orphans knew it, but objecting to her punishments was something she thought punishable by the same, if not worse, means, and so nobody spoke up. Lucas was a prime target for punishment. If he was up after curfew reading a book, she'd lay him down, call the others, and get to lashing. He always seemed to be the one on cleanup duty, and with most of the other chores, he was also usually forced to do them. Finally, he did what no other had dared to do. When she had finished lashing him, he got up, took the belt out of her hand, and hit her with it. The woman died a few days later, stuck in a coma. With no proof as to who had caused the fatal head injury, Lucas was safe. However, he was also sent away.
By seventeen years old, Lucas had come through four different orphanages. At that very age, he was put into military service under Germany's new leader, Adolf Hitler. Unfortunately, that meant he was the Nazi equivalent of a police officer. Lucas was forced to go to various concentration camps in a vast multitude of German cities, operating gas chambers and making sure no Jew tried to escape. This was wrong, and Lucas knew it, but he loved being in service to the Fatherland. He loved the feel of his Walther P38 in his hand, and his knife at his belt. Soon, though, World War II began.
At the age of twenty seven, Lucas was transferred into the actual Nazi military, where he would be trained to kill Jews, Gypsies, cripples, Americans, Frenchmen, Polish families, British people, and many more. They took his Walther P38, instead giving him a Mauser Karbine 98K and a shovel. When he asked about his knife, the officers laughed and told him to keep it. He did, and it saved his life on multiple occasions. Meanwhile, in Britain, his brother Zack was also being recruited into the army, and trained to defend the rest of Europe against Germany. Little did he know, his mother was dead. His father had a new wife. His brother's old love was his new girlfriend. No, he didn't know any of this as he was forced to finally say goodbye to his girlfriend and climb into a train to the French front lines, where he would be fighting on and off. Lucas was clueless, but in reality, so was most of his family.
For years, Lucas fought, occasionally clashing with British forces, having no clue whether he had killed his family. Yet the fraternal twins met in combat with one another, and were blissfully unaware of the other's existence. Until they were linked by a sudden, strange occurrence. Both boys received a letter that said they were entitled to some money and other various forms of inheritance from their mother that had recently been found. In addition, they learned that they had a twin brother on the enemy side.
Military Rank:
- Oberfeldwebel (Senior Sergeant, Platoon Leader)
Writing Sample:
- The wind rustled through the trees overhead, making a soft noise like crumpled paper falling on more crumpled paper, slightly crackly but mostly a soft thud. The ground was damp from a recent rain, and small drops of water glistened on the grass. Birds were silent, though, as was most everything else. Lucas trudged forward, MG42 Machine Gun strapped to his back, a Luger Pistol in his hand. Why the second lieutenant in charge of camp had sent him on this mission was anyone's guess. Lucas was in charge of the camp, not that worthless officer. But no matter. He wanted to find the American troops up ahead and kill them all anyways. Lucas hadn't seen any action in weeks, and if the enemy was nearby, then they would be facing his wrath. “Shit! That fool said that there was Americans here!” he shouted in German.
Lucas was three miles to the north of camp, where these so-called Americans were stationed in a trench with only a few lightly armored soldiers with M1 Garands. But a couple of semi-automatic rifles wouldn't hold up against the might of Lucas's fully automatic machine gun. And although the Nazi could see no enemies, he had the strange tingling feeling that made him suspect that enemies were, in fact, around. And one of them was watching.
They must have heard his shouting. And now he seemed to sense them. Some might call it karma, but Lucas called it war, and soon the Americans would be calling it hell. Lucas had killed a good handful of Jews, by both putting them in a gas chamber or just pulling out his pistol and dealing out punishment. He'd also killed enemy soldiers. Some idiots would charge the camp and face an unforgiving wall of machine gun fire. Lucas had stabbed several people, shot a great many, and even pummeled a few pesky Jews with his fists. So he'd have no problem taking out some Americans, if they were really here. Which he was starting to doubt.
Suddenly, he heard the RA-TA-TA-TA-TA sound of a machine gun, and dove behind a boulder just fast enough to see seven bullets fly by. A man wearing an American uniform stepped out of the forest and shouted something in English. From Lucas's limited understanding of that language, he understood that the man had said something along the lines of, “Get out here, Nazi!”
Lucas carefully put his gun down and drew his pistol, preparing it to fire. Once it was ready, the German soldier lunged from behind his boulder into the bushes and squeezed off two shots. One hit the man's thigh, but the other ripped a good portion of his face off, allowing Lucas a good look at the man. He was carrying a submachine gun, an M3A1 Grease Gun by the looks of it. But Lucas was prepared, and rolled to another bush, hastily reloading the pistol and firing again. This shot hit the man right arm, tearing through the muscle and slicing clean through flesh.
Even so, the American gingerly hoisted his gun in his left hand and fired. Three things saved Lucas's life right then; first, the fact that when missing one eye, you get horrible perspective; second, he was only using one arm, and that made the gun wobble; and third, the soldier was in so much pain that he could barely pull the trigger. But he did, and four shots crashed into the forest, grossly off target.
Lucas dashed out from his cover to the boulder, mounting his machine gun warily in a nearby bush and finishing the man off. Bullets flew from Lucas's gun like bits of spittle flew from a screaming man's mouth, and the American was soon a tattered rag on the ground.
“That was not an M1 Garand...” muttered Lucas as he trudged back to camp to report the situation.
Account E-Mail:
- NINJA211@GMAIL.com
Name:
- Lucas de Caldicot
Nationality:
- British / German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Nazi / German
Character History:
- Lucas was born the son of Otto Wolff, a rich German businessman, and Sal de Caldicot, a poor English woman struggling to feed herself. Otto was in Britain studying pharmaceutics for a few years before leaving Germany a while later. During this time, he met Sal, and she conceived two baby boys. Otto left before either of them found out, but soon Sal realized that she was pregnant. She gave birth to two baby boys, one more German-looking and one more British-looking, only a few months after Otto had left. Sal found money from Otto in her bank account, and used it to take care of her children. But soon, she knew that the money would dwindle, and she couldn't afford to care for two growing boys at once, even with her new job as a florist. So she decided to send the German-looking one to Germany, where he would fit in more. The one she kept was named Zack. The one she had sent away was poor little Lucas de Caldicot, not even able to walk.
Lucas was sent to an orphanage with a note that told them about Sal's current situation. It also told them about Otto, who would end up paying for almost anything Lucas wanted. Though he'd never seen his father in person, he knew that the man was rich, so the boy didn't worry about much. The one thing he'd grown to fear was the nanny who fed and bathed all the orphans. She also enforced all the rules and curfews. If Luis had something new and he was playing with it, she would snatch the new item away and keep it, claiming that toys would make little boys' minds grow feeble. She was short and pudgy and seemed to hate the world as much as it grew to hate her. As Luis neared four years old, he knew she was not treating the children fairly, and kicked her in the left shin.
This did not go over well. The nanny filed a lawsuit against Lucas, which went through to his mother and brother in Britain, who were in a far worse situation than Lucas. They were being kicked out of their apartment, so Sal was working overtime to keep them in a new, far cheaper and lower quality apartment. However, Sal had not forgotten about her second son on the mainland, and quickly sent over the money. The nanny was fired after they found entire heaps of stolen toys and trinkets from the children. She had been stashing them for every single year she had worked at the orphanage, meaning that twelve years worth of toys and trinkets were suddenly available for the orphans to play with. Lucas was no longer afraid of anything, as the new nanny was a kind young woman who cared for the orphans and did not mistreat them. Unfortunately, Lucas was about to find out that life in Germany could be much harder than it had ever been before.
At the age of seven, Lucas hit an extremely early puberty. He started to buy more things, but of a different type than usual. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought he had a disease, and the boy wanted a cure. So he told the new nanny all about it, which turned out to be a horrible mistake that would change everything. The nanny screamed, calling the boy a pervert, and tried to file a lawsuit. Nobody believed that Lucas was a seven year old pervert, so she was also fired. Two nannies had been lost due to Lucas, and nobody was eager to take up the torch and try a third time. Finally, as Lucas was only a week into his eight year of life, the orphanage shut down and the orphans were sent off to other various orphanages around Germany.
Lucas stayed at his until the age of ten, when they hired a new nanny. The old one had passed away three days prior, and the new one looked like the same thing might soon happen. She was a bent old lady who looked like a gnarled, knobbly, but tough tree. She acted tough, too. Every time an orphan so much as did a single thing she thought was wrong, she would force them so lay down butt naked with their belly on the ground, and give them ten lashes with a belt. This was cruel, and the orphans knew it, but objecting to her punishments was something she thought punishable by the same, if not worse, means, and so nobody spoke up. Lucas was a prime target for punishment. If he was up after curfew reading a book, she'd lay him down, call the others, and get to lashing. He always seemed to be the one on cleanup duty, and with most of the other chores, he was also usually forced to do them. Finally, he did what no other had dared to do. When she had finished lashing him, he got up, took the belt out of her hand, and hit her with it. The woman died a few days later, stuck in a coma. With no proof as to who had caused the fatal head injury, Lucas was safe. However, he was also sent away.
By seventeen years old, Lucas had come through four different orphanages. At that very age, he was put into military service under Germany's new leader, Adolf Hitler. Unfortunately, that meant he was the Nazi equivalent of a police officer. Lucas was forced to go to various concentration camps in a vast multitude of German cities, operating gas chambers and making sure no Jew tried to escape. This was wrong, and Lucas knew it, but he loved being in service to the Fatherland. He loved the feel of his Walther P38 in his hand, and his knife at his belt. Soon, though, World War II began.
At the age of twenty seven, Lucas was transferred into the actual Nazi military, where he would be trained to kill Jews, Gypsies, cripples, Americans, Frenchmen, Polish families, British people, and many more. They took his Walther P38, instead giving him a Mauser Karbine 98K and a shovel. When he asked about his knife, the officers laughed and told him to keep it. He did, and it saved his life on multiple occasions. Meanwhile, in Britain, his brother Zack was also being recruited into the army, and trained to defend the rest of Europe against Germany. Little did he know, his mother was dead. His father had a new wife. His brother's old love was his new girlfriend. No, he didn't know any of this as he was forced to finally say goodbye to his girlfriend and climb into a train to the French front lines, where he would be fighting on and off. Lucas was clueless, but in reality, so was most of his family.
For years, Lucas fought, occasionally clashing with British forces, having no clue whether he had killed his family. Yet the fraternal twins met in combat with one another, and were blissfully unaware of the other's existence. Until they were linked by a sudden, strange occurrence. Both boys received a letter that said they were entitled to some money and other various forms of inheritance from their mother that had recently been found. In addition, they learned that they had a twin brother on the enemy side.
Military Rank:
- Oberfeldwebel (Senior Sergeant, Platoon Leader)
Writing Sample:
- The wind rustled through the trees overhead, making a soft noise like crumpled paper falling on more crumpled paper, slightly crackly but mostly a soft thud. The ground was damp from a recent rain, and small drops of water glistened on the grass. Birds were silent, though, as was most everything else. Lucas trudged forward, MG42 Machine Gun strapped to his back, a Luger Pistol in his hand. Why the second lieutenant in charge of camp had sent him on this mission was anyone's guess. Lucas was in charge of the camp, not that worthless officer. But no matter. He wanted to find the American troops up ahead and kill them all anyways. Lucas hadn't seen any action in weeks, and if the enemy was nearby, then they would be facing his wrath. “Shit! That fool said that there was Americans here!” he shouted in German.
Lucas was three miles to the north of camp, where these so-called Americans were stationed in a trench with only a few lightly armored soldiers with M1 Garands. But a couple of semi-automatic rifles wouldn't hold up against the might of Lucas's fully automatic machine gun. And although the Nazi could see no enemies, he had the strange tingling feeling that made him suspect that enemies were, in fact, around. And one of them was watching.
They must have heard his shouting. And now he seemed to sense them. Some might call it karma, but Lucas called it war, and soon the Americans would be calling it hell. Lucas had killed a good handful of Jews, by both putting them in a gas chamber or just pulling out his pistol and dealing out punishment. He'd also killed enemy soldiers. Some idiots would charge the camp and face an unforgiving wall of machine gun fire. Lucas had stabbed several people, shot a great many, and even pummeled a few pesky Jews with his fists. So he'd have no problem taking out some Americans, if they were really here. Which he was starting to doubt.
Suddenly, he heard the RA-TA-TA-TA-TA sound of a machine gun, and dove behind a boulder just fast enough to see seven bullets fly by. A man wearing an American uniform stepped out of the forest and shouted something in English. From Lucas's limited understanding of that language, he understood that the man had said something along the lines of, “Get out here, Nazi!”
Lucas carefully put his gun down and drew his pistol, preparing it to fire. Once it was ready, the German soldier lunged from behind his boulder into the bushes and squeezed off two shots. One hit the man's thigh, but the other ripped a good portion of his face off, allowing Lucas a good look at the man. He was carrying a submachine gun, an M3A1 Grease Gun by the looks of it. But Lucas was prepared, and rolled to another bush, hastily reloading the pistol and firing again. This shot hit the man right arm, tearing through the muscle and slicing clean through flesh.
Even so, the American gingerly hoisted his gun in his left hand and fired. Three things saved Lucas's life right then; first, the fact that when missing one eye, you get horrible perspective; second, he was only using one arm, and that made the gun wobble; and third, the soldier was in so much pain that he could barely pull the trigger. But he did, and four shots crashed into the forest, grossly off target.
Lucas dashed out from his cover to the boulder, mounting his machine gun warily in a nearby bush and finishing the man off. Bullets flew from Lucas's gun like bits of spittle flew from a screaming man's mouth, and the American was soon a tattered rag on the ground.
“That was not an M1 Garand...” muttered Lucas as he trudged back to camp to report the situation.