Post by Alessandro Aurelio on Jun 18, 2009 14:58:17 GMT
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Account E-Mail: Private
Name: Alessandro Efisio Aurelio
Nationality:
- Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Nazi / German
Character History:
- Alessandro Aurelio was born on the poor rural areas of a once great town. His father was a farmer and his mother worked in a shop nearby. He used to practice with his father every day, how to farm and so on. He caught up fast and was doing as much work as his father before his 8th birthday. Alessandro was never a shy person he mostly spoke out his mind whenever and wherever. His father had an alcoholic addiction which didn't make anything better. In order to escape a drunken father in the middle of the night Alessandro made a run for it into the town. He witnessed a robbery of a house that night and followed the men to find out they were nothing but boys. First he totally admired the boys, thinking they were living the life. After thinking hard he never returned home from the day he left outside for awhile.
The band of boys first rejected the farm-boy. Calling him names and even making him believe he was really going to be in their pack. Alessandro readily backpacks behind the boys and finally the guys agree to let him in, but as always with a consequence. He was to follow them in their next escapade. Alessandro never really knowing how it feels like to be a criminal follows the boys into the fray. Unexpectedly midway it is broken up by the owner of the establishment, gun in hand and not entirely sober. The man fiercely bursts into one of the boys leaving four more left including Alessandro paralyzed. One of them in blind fury rushes the man spearing him into the ground. The others taking the advantage of the confusion made a run for it. Alessandro waited, his legs just wouldn't move for him. He walked over to the now-unconscious pair and found a small pistol in the belt buckle of the owner. He pocketed it and made a run into the blue.
At the age of thirteen, he was a pickpocket working on his own and trusting few. He used his newfangled pistol as an advantage and used it in his 'work'. By the time he was fifteen he could shoot a bottle from ten meters away if he was fully focusing. By the time he turned seventeen he was a big small-time criminal. He had gotten quite a lot of attention from the Italian police. He thought it was just another day when he was in the market picking fat pockets for his own gain. When he just tried to nip from the wrong guy. The man shouted at the top of his guts with random strangers believing him and running after Alessandro. Swearing in his breath he runs through the suburban town jumping and swerving. He narrowly escapes but with the reminder in the form of a cut on his nose. Hiding in a train yard for a few hours with some drunkards he never met, it didn't bother him much because of his ability to blend in with crowds.
Infatuated with stories of the country of opportunity or that’s what the drunks near him told him. Accepting their stories truly he boarded a train to a little country called Germany. He arrived in Germany, a nineteen year old more looking like he was in his late twenties. He looked unshaven and rugged even though he had no muscles nor fat for that matter, it was mostly bones. He always heard about political madness and matters in his first few days but paid no attention. He was lost, not knowing what to do where to go he got a job as a newspaper seller-man. He got less than most people around but that was enough to get him enough to live. Alessandro didn't want to turn back into a life of crime. He was rejected by many Germans because he was not one of them. After losing his job again due to an outburst with a customer he did what no man wanted to do, join the army.
Alessandro contemplated joining when he saw mass propaganda everywhere. He at first thought he would be the last person but something was going to go wrong, he had a gut feeling. His street-smarts were good for something after all. He had been familiar with a pistol and knew how to run when he needed to. Since the lack of food was getting to him he was basically being assaulted from every corner of his body, begging to join. His mind thinking it was the only way to go, heart thinking only way to repent his sins, his stomach and his hands and so on. So on a cold Wednesday morning a lone man stepped into a recruitment office in Germany. He entered as Alessandro Efisio Aurelio;he left as Private, Alessandro Efisio Aurelio for the German Army.
Military Rank:
- Sturmann
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…
Water trickled onto him from above. he didn't know it was his sweat or the cold water dropping onto him from the heavens. Maybe he was already dead. Grasping himself together, Alessandro got up to a crouch position holding his Luger pistol as if it was his lifeline, but in this case it might just be. Armed with nothing but a pistol and a survival knife he walked on knowing he could be thrust out of his body in an millisecond. He looked up, left then right quickly with his pistol. He cursed to himself for being careless and dropping his rifle on the floor at the clash back then. Instinct got to him and he dropped his rifle and ran for his life when he saw an enemy approaching, in Alessandro's defense he was reloading and he would have been done for if he carried that huge piece of metal in his escape.
He prayed on his first day that he would not be send to a battlefield soon, or rather ever. But God decided to be angry at him, he was not an ounce surprised. He swore his breathing could be heard to the other side of the big woods as he panted through the bushes. He made a quick glance to his rear to see something flashing, maybe it was a woodland animal of some sort. Confused Alessandro looked back and aimed his pistol to the area, he stared for some time but found himself looking at a tree. There was something about it, the tree stood out for some reason. He heard a whisper, his insides froze. He was scared out of reason looking around with a 360 spin as fast as he could. The sound came again, he freaked out got up and stood fully and started trudging slowly to the tree. He was a believer in spirits, ghosts and all supernatural stuff like that. He knelt down and started praying quickly mouthing a few words and walked to the tree with the pistol in hand.
The whispers were growing closer as the hairs on his neck stood up like an audience after a first class orchestra. Swallowing hard he aimed his pistol at the thick foliage of the tree and made a blind shot. He sighed as nothing happened, he swore to himself as he believed his imagination was running wild. As soon as he turned around he was flat on the ground. It hit him like a boulder, from the tree fell a man. Shocked beyond expressions Alessandro grappled with the body on top of him trying to reach for his knife. He stopped midway as he heard the man speaking German. He stood mouth agape at the man. A sniper rifle a few yards away which undoubtedly was the one that the man was holding. Alessandro and him struggled silently to get up. The man without a warning exploded, shouting into his ear but coming as complete gibberish for the Italian.
By now he grasped the fact that this was most probably a sniper positioned on the tree. Out of the bawl that this man was talking he worked out that ' He was a complete retard ' and he shouldn't be firing shots blindly. It was most probably true it could have taken off his head. The man punched him in the face without a regret. Pushing him back a few centimeters. He swore at the man in Italian and readied his fist but instantly something caught his eye, the sergeant insignia on his uniform. He immediately held his hands up like a defenseless criminal, trying to make the saddest face he could to get himself of the hook. Alessandro spoke in small sentences, ' I am sorry' ' Didn't know it was an ally '. The man stared at him for another few seconds and poked him in the chest.
Alessandro wanted to punch this man in the privates and just get on with his mission, but come to think of it he didn't have one. Well it was to be on the outpost defending but since that assault he has ended up in the middle of the forest without a gun. Great, Just what every soldier wants. The German sergeant asked him to climb the tree with both words and actions. Alessandro was quite dumbstruck with the order, but followed it nevertheless after seeing the lines on the mans forehead knotting together. The man said quite simply, ''Your going to stay here until I go back. My guard shift doesn't end till night but since you interrupted my watch I think you would do much better here. '' Looking down in shock from the tree he sighed as the man threatened he would report him for friendly fire and deserting orders if he left. German Army, eh? Fat lot of good this was.
Account E-Mail: Private
Name: Alessandro Efisio Aurelio
Nationality:
- Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Nazi / German
Character History:
- Alessandro Aurelio was born on the poor rural areas of a once great town. His father was a farmer and his mother worked in a shop nearby. He used to practice with his father every day, how to farm and so on. He caught up fast and was doing as much work as his father before his 8th birthday. Alessandro was never a shy person he mostly spoke out his mind whenever and wherever. His father had an alcoholic addiction which didn't make anything better. In order to escape a drunken father in the middle of the night Alessandro made a run for it into the town. He witnessed a robbery of a house that night and followed the men to find out they were nothing but boys. First he totally admired the boys, thinking they were living the life. After thinking hard he never returned home from the day he left outside for awhile.
The band of boys first rejected the farm-boy. Calling him names and even making him believe he was really going to be in their pack. Alessandro readily backpacks behind the boys and finally the guys agree to let him in, but as always with a consequence. He was to follow them in their next escapade. Alessandro never really knowing how it feels like to be a criminal follows the boys into the fray. Unexpectedly midway it is broken up by the owner of the establishment, gun in hand and not entirely sober. The man fiercely bursts into one of the boys leaving four more left including Alessandro paralyzed. One of them in blind fury rushes the man spearing him into the ground. The others taking the advantage of the confusion made a run for it. Alessandro waited, his legs just wouldn't move for him. He walked over to the now-unconscious pair and found a small pistol in the belt buckle of the owner. He pocketed it and made a run into the blue.
At the age of thirteen, he was a pickpocket working on his own and trusting few. He used his newfangled pistol as an advantage and used it in his 'work'. By the time he was fifteen he could shoot a bottle from ten meters away if he was fully focusing. By the time he turned seventeen he was a big small-time criminal. He had gotten quite a lot of attention from the Italian police. He thought it was just another day when he was in the market picking fat pockets for his own gain. When he just tried to nip from the wrong guy. The man shouted at the top of his guts with random strangers believing him and running after Alessandro. Swearing in his breath he runs through the suburban town jumping and swerving. He narrowly escapes but with the reminder in the form of a cut on his nose. Hiding in a train yard for a few hours with some drunkards he never met, it didn't bother him much because of his ability to blend in with crowds.
Infatuated with stories of the country of opportunity or that’s what the drunks near him told him. Accepting their stories truly he boarded a train to a little country called Germany. He arrived in Germany, a nineteen year old more looking like he was in his late twenties. He looked unshaven and rugged even though he had no muscles nor fat for that matter, it was mostly bones. He always heard about political madness and matters in his first few days but paid no attention. He was lost, not knowing what to do where to go he got a job as a newspaper seller-man. He got less than most people around but that was enough to get him enough to live. Alessandro didn't want to turn back into a life of crime. He was rejected by many Germans because he was not one of them. After losing his job again due to an outburst with a customer he did what no man wanted to do, join the army.
Alessandro contemplated joining when he saw mass propaganda everywhere. He at first thought he would be the last person but something was going to go wrong, he had a gut feeling. His street-smarts were good for something after all. He had been familiar with a pistol and knew how to run when he needed to. Since the lack of food was getting to him he was basically being assaulted from every corner of his body, begging to join. His mind thinking it was the only way to go, heart thinking only way to repent his sins, his stomach and his hands and so on. So on a cold Wednesday morning a lone man stepped into a recruitment office in Germany. He entered as Alessandro Efisio Aurelio;he left as Private, Alessandro Efisio Aurelio for the German Army.
Military Rank:
- Sturmann
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…
Water trickled onto him from above. he didn't know it was his sweat or the cold water dropping onto him from the heavens. Maybe he was already dead. Grasping himself together, Alessandro got up to a crouch position holding his Luger pistol as if it was his lifeline, but in this case it might just be. Armed with nothing but a pistol and a survival knife he walked on knowing he could be thrust out of his body in an millisecond. He looked up, left then right quickly with his pistol. He cursed to himself for being careless and dropping his rifle on the floor at the clash back then. Instinct got to him and he dropped his rifle and ran for his life when he saw an enemy approaching, in Alessandro's defense he was reloading and he would have been done for if he carried that huge piece of metal in his escape.
He prayed on his first day that he would not be send to a battlefield soon, or rather ever. But God decided to be angry at him, he was not an ounce surprised. He swore his breathing could be heard to the other side of the big woods as he panted through the bushes. He made a quick glance to his rear to see something flashing, maybe it was a woodland animal of some sort. Confused Alessandro looked back and aimed his pistol to the area, he stared for some time but found himself looking at a tree. There was something about it, the tree stood out for some reason. He heard a whisper, his insides froze. He was scared out of reason looking around with a 360 spin as fast as he could. The sound came again, he freaked out got up and stood fully and started trudging slowly to the tree. He was a believer in spirits, ghosts and all supernatural stuff like that. He knelt down and started praying quickly mouthing a few words and walked to the tree with the pistol in hand.
The whispers were growing closer as the hairs on his neck stood up like an audience after a first class orchestra. Swallowing hard he aimed his pistol at the thick foliage of the tree and made a blind shot. He sighed as nothing happened, he swore to himself as he believed his imagination was running wild. As soon as he turned around he was flat on the ground. It hit him like a boulder, from the tree fell a man. Shocked beyond expressions Alessandro grappled with the body on top of him trying to reach for his knife. He stopped midway as he heard the man speaking German. He stood mouth agape at the man. A sniper rifle a few yards away which undoubtedly was the one that the man was holding. Alessandro and him struggled silently to get up. The man without a warning exploded, shouting into his ear but coming as complete gibberish for the Italian.
By now he grasped the fact that this was most probably a sniper positioned on the tree. Out of the bawl that this man was talking he worked out that ' He was a complete retard ' and he shouldn't be firing shots blindly. It was most probably true it could have taken off his head. The man punched him in the face without a regret. Pushing him back a few centimeters. He swore at the man in Italian and readied his fist but instantly something caught his eye, the sergeant insignia on his uniform. He immediately held his hands up like a defenseless criminal, trying to make the saddest face he could to get himself of the hook. Alessandro spoke in small sentences, ' I am sorry' ' Didn't know it was an ally '. The man stared at him for another few seconds and poked him in the chest.
Alessandro wanted to punch this man in the privates and just get on with his mission, but come to think of it he didn't have one. Well it was to be on the outpost defending but since that assault he has ended up in the middle of the forest without a gun. Great, Just what every soldier wants. The German sergeant asked him to climb the tree with both words and actions. Alessandro was quite dumbstruck with the order, but followed it nevertheless after seeing the lines on the mans forehead knotting together. The man said quite simply, ''Your going to stay here until I go back. My guard shift doesn't end till night but since you interrupted my watch I think you would do much better here. '' Looking down in shock from the tree he sighed as the man threatened he would report him for friendly fire and deserting orders if he left. German Army, eh? Fat lot of good this was.