Post by Guest on Jul 15, 2009 13:45:47 GMT
Accepted. Just so you no, Paratroopers aren't currently in the shop, so you will have to buy ordinary infantrymen.
Account E-Mail: juliuslzl@yahoo.com
Name: Johann Herman (affectionately referred to by close friends as 'Herman der German')
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi Germany
(Though is it possible for my character to serve under the Fallschirmjager unit? I am aware that the Fallschirmjagers are technically under the Luftwaffe, but seeing as how the Luftwaffe application is more generally suited to an actual pilot than a paratrooper, I chose to use the standard infantry application instead. Fallschirmjagers were also often, just for the record, used as general infantry too throughout the war.)
Character History:
War was nothing new to Johann Herman, and neither was the military. Johann was born to Jager Nicolae Herman and a woman by the name of Leonie Agnes in the city of Wurzburg, Bavaria. There, he was raised there for the first ten years of his life with his mother and sister, Johanna Herman whilst his father served as a feldgendarmerie, or a military policeman, due to being physically unfit to serve as a soldier. They lived in the relatively mediocre conditions of a Wehrmacht base, being supplied with army rations and bunk beds at Nicolae Herman's request. His father was a two-sided man, one who could be a kind and caring human, concerned for the welfare of his family and another demon quick to anger and slow to forgiveness as Johann found out at age eight. In a spur of sudden rage, Johann had called his father a 'fettes Schwein,' or 'fat pig.' His father was so enraged by his insolence that he locked the young boy in a closet for two days, an event that would lead to his claustrophobic behavior as he got older. Further hate spewed forth from his father months later when violent and physical insubordination led to his shameful discharge from the army and within several weeks after being removed from the base, Johann's mother left Nicolae Herman in search of a better life, relocating with Johann and his sister to the town of Rothenburg. There, Leonie Agnes attempted to support her two children, being employed as a teacher in a Protestant secondary school in Rothenburg. Johann's childhood years in the town were filled with memories, frolicking with his sister in the town square and free from the strict confines of the military base, and it was here where his fascination with the air first began.
It was at the carefree age of fourteen when whilst attending the Protestant secondary school that he began to develop a strong relationship with another boy of his form, Karl Gerhard, whose father was an important dignitary within the town and a man of considerable wealth. Karl frequently invited the young Johann over to his father's rural chateau where they would often politely greet Karl's father and his friends, all of them veterans of the Great War and they would frequently sit in silence on the patio's chairs while watching the men fire their Mauser rifles, each their own from the days of the First World War. There too, over the cliff of the land was where Karl showed Johann his glider, a gift his father had bought him and it was the first, and the last time that Johann would ever ride a glider with the wind. The incredible sensation of soaring above the air as the thermals wafted under his feet would be imprinted forever in the impressionable and youthfull Johann. The two young men would continue their lives as close accomplices and brothers, with Karl taking an interest to Johanna for awhile. Eventually, they parted ways, with Karl leaving the town for Hamburg to study law while Johann was employed in a local bank to work at the register. It was not long before war yet again invaded the life of Johann when the Second World War broke out in 1939.
Though Johann dreamt of flying in the sky above, soaring with the velocity only a fighter plane could offer, he was weary of the tight and narrow cockpit of airplanes and so opted for the next best option, and enlisted in the Fallschirmjager unit, under the Luftwaffe. His first drop occured in 1940, being dropped off in Denmark by plane with his fellow paratroopers and in that same moment, drifting away in the air as his seperate containers filled with his gear soared next to him...that single, brief second when the buildings below seemed to be miniature and the blades of grass microscopic, brought back memories of that one time when he rode Karl's glider over the cliff and down to the town beneath. Though his mother was not particularly supportive of his choice of career and his sister worries for his welfare, Johann serves in the Luftwaffe not because he altruistically believes in his country and duty but simply to become a real soldier, a true man of war, a step his father has never been able to take, and a person his father never could, truly be.
Military Rank: Oberfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
Swiftly and sharply, the parachute began to yank wildly as he neared his descent. Oberfeldwebel Herman attempted to 'steer' himself though with no handles to control the parachute whatsoever while simultaneously attempting to keep his face-down position, Johann began to veer slightly off course before he buckled his knees and braced for impact. The parachute immediately began to drop slowly as Johann's elbows and knees smashed against the wet soil, sending dirt and blades of grass in his face. Grimacing from the impact, Johann pushed aside the parachute's threads as he reached for his gravity knife, unlocking it and slowly cutting off the parachute's straps over his body. The staff sergeant got to his feet, drew out his P-35 9mm, an import from Belgium. The air was chilling, somewhat unnerving as Johann began to walk around the woodlands in which he had dropped, searching for his fellow soldiers and for his seperately dropped containers storing his rifle and web gear.
The Splittermuster camouflage he wore blended in with the browns and greens of the woods as he maintained a hunched walk as he silently looked around the area, keeping his pistol fired upwards with the a round already loaded in the chamber. His combat boots made soft splashes in the moist earth as the dew that still clung on to the bushes around him began to drip onto his attire. 'Wo bin ich?', he silently thought to himself in his head, 'Ohne mein Diagramm kann ich nicht fi-' Johann immediately froze. His feet suddenly felt like dead weights as he heard the sounds of whispering emanating from his back. 'SchieBe!' he swore in his head as the mutterings, which sounded quite like English to Johann began to sound closer and closer. Quickly turning around and switching to a crouched posture, he slowly maneuvered himself to the trunk of a tree surrounded with bushes, wincing each time a squelch resounded from his boots.
As he remained in a fixed position, the iron sights of his pistol trained towards the direction where the sound was coming from, he spotted two Amis, talking amonst themselves in a casual manner, with their rifles dangling lazily at their sides. The men sat down on the grass below, continuing with their incoherent language as Johann continued to stay crouched. Sweat poured down his forehead as he crouched behind the tree. His feet were getting sore and exhausted while his hair was getting irritatingly itchy. Reaching for the Fallschirmhelm on his head, he adjusted in slightly and the straps came into contact with one another, making a ping that was, unfortunately, like a pin drop in the cold air. Immediately the two American soldiers got to their feet with their rifles drawn while Johann trembled behind the tree. Tense seconds went by as the two Amis remained with their rifles pointed in different directions, trying to determine the source of the sound while Johann tremblingly bit his own smock to refrain from heavy breathing. The tight location he was in only served to feed his growing claustrophobia as he cowered there, the pistol tremoring within his feeble and unsteady grasp.
After what seemed vigintillions of years, the Americans relaxed and lowered their rifles before, after muttering some more between themselves, began to trudge slowly away from his location. Johann released his canines from his sleeve before directing his iron sights with slight flinching in his arm towards one of the American's soldier's head. 'Sollte ich ihn schieBen?' he asked himself privately as the rear sight and foresight aligned themselves towards the pale green helmet. His pistol remained fixed upon that American soldier as the G.I. walked into the distance with his friend, the two of them talking merrily in their foreign tongue. Johann heaved a sigh of relief and fell on his rump, releasing overwrought grip on the pistol, whose handle was now laced with perspiration. The Oberfeldwebel looked up to the sky, his chest still rising and falling. Glancing back down again, he picked up his pistol, only to find that the firearm's catch was still on safety.
Johann Herman smiled to himself. Getting back on his feet, he said a soft prayer to God above before proceeding with searching the rest of his men and his rifle bag, silently slithering back into the woods.
Translations from the Writing Example:
-Wo bin ich? Where am I?
-Ohne mein Diagramm kann ich nicht fi Without that diagram, I can't find
-SchieBe! Shit!
Sollte ich ihn schieBen? Should I shoot him?
Account E-Mail: juliuslzl@yahoo.com
Name: Johann Herman (affectionately referred to by close friends as 'Herman der German')
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi Germany
(Though is it possible for my character to serve under the Fallschirmjager unit? I am aware that the Fallschirmjagers are technically under the Luftwaffe, but seeing as how the Luftwaffe application is more generally suited to an actual pilot than a paratrooper, I chose to use the standard infantry application instead. Fallschirmjagers were also often, just for the record, used as general infantry too throughout the war.)
Character History:
War was nothing new to Johann Herman, and neither was the military. Johann was born to Jager Nicolae Herman and a woman by the name of Leonie Agnes in the city of Wurzburg, Bavaria. There, he was raised there for the first ten years of his life with his mother and sister, Johanna Herman whilst his father served as a feldgendarmerie, or a military policeman, due to being physically unfit to serve as a soldier. They lived in the relatively mediocre conditions of a Wehrmacht base, being supplied with army rations and bunk beds at Nicolae Herman's request. His father was a two-sided man, one who could be a kind and caring human, concerned for the welfare of his family and another demon quick to anger and slow to forgiveness as Johann found out at age eight. In a spur of sudden rage, Johann had called his father a 'fettes Schwein,' or 'fat pig.' His father was so enraged by his insolence that he locked the young boy in a closet for two days, an event that would lead to his claustrophobic behavior as he got older. Further hate spewed forth from his father months later when violent and physical insubordination led to his shameful discharge from the army and within several weeks after being removed from the base, Johann's mother left Nicolae Herman in search of a better life, relocating with Johann and his sister to the town of Rothenburg. There, Leonie Agnes attempted to support her two children, being employed as a teacher in a Protestant secondary school in Rothenburg. Johann's childhood years in the town were filled with memories, frolicking with his sister in the town square and free from the strict confines of the military base, and it was here where his fascination with the air first began.
It was at the carefree age of fourteen when whilst attending the Protestant secondary school that he began to develop a strong relationship with another boy of his form, Karl Gerhard, whose father was an important dignitary within the town and a man of considerable wealth. Karl frequently invited the young Johann over to his father's rural chateau where they would often politely greet Karl's father and his friends, all of them veterans of the Great War and they would frequently sit in silence on the patio's chairs while watching the men fire their Mauser rifles, each their own from the days of the First World War. There too, over the cliff of the land was where Karl showed Johann his glider, a gift his father had bought him and it was the first, and the last time that Johann would ever ride a glider with the wind. The incredible sensation of soaring above the air as the thermals wafted under his feet would be imprinted forever in the impressionable and youthfull Johann. The two young men would continue their lives as close accomplices and brothers, with Karl taking an interest to Johanna for awhile. Eventually, they parted ways, with Karl leaving the town for Hamburg to study law while Johann was employed in a local bank to work at the register. It was not long before war yet again invaded the life of Johann when the Second World War broke out in 1939.
Though Johann dreamt of flying in the sky above, soaring with the velocity only a fighter plane could offer, he was weary of the tight and narrow cockpit of airplanes and so opted for the next best option, and enlisted in the Fallschirmjager unit, under the Luftwaffe. His first drop occured in 1940, being dropped off in Denmark by plane with his fellow paratroopers and in that same moment, drifting away in the air as his seperate containers filled with his gear soared next to him...that single, brief second when the buildings below seemed to be miniature and the blades of grass microscopic, brought back memories of that one time when he rode Karl's glider over the cliff and down to the town beneath. Though his mother was not particularly supportive of his choice of career and his sister worries for his welfare, Johann serves in the Luftwaffe not because he altruistically believes in his country and duty but simply to become a real soldier, a true man of war, a step his father has never been able to take, and a person his father never could, truly be.
Military Rank: Oberfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
Swiftly and sharply, the parachute began to yank wildly as he neared his descent. Oberfeldwebel Herman attempted to 'steer' himself though with no handles to control the parachute whatsoever while simultaneously attempting to keep his face-down position, Johann began to veer slightly off course before he buckled his knees and braced for impact. The parachute immediately began to drop slowly as Johann's elbows and knees smashed against the wet soil, sending dirt and blades of grass in his face. Grimacing from the impact, Johann pushed aside the parachute's threads as he reached for his gravity knife, unlocking it and slowly cutting off the parachute's straps over his body. The staff sergeant got to his feet, drew out his P-35 9mm, an import from Belgium. The air was chilling, somewhat unnerving as Johann began to walk around the woodlands in which he had dropped, searching for his fellow soldiers and for his seperately dropped containers storing his rifle and web gear.
The Splittermuster camouflage he wore blended in with the browns and greens of the woods as he maintained a hunched walk as he silently looked around the area, keeping his pistol fired upwards with the a round already loaded in the chamber. His combat boots made soft splashes in the moist earth as the dew that still clung on to the bushes around him began to drip onto his attire. 'Wo bin ich?', he silently thought to himself in his head, 'Ohne mein Diagramm kann ich nicht fi-' Johann immediately froze. His feet suddenly felt like dead weights as he heard the sounds of whispering emanating from his back. 'SchieBe!' he swore in his head as the mutterings, which sounded quite like English to Johann began to sound closer and closer. Quickly turning around and switching to a crouched posture, he slowly maneuvered himself to the trunk of a tree surrounded with bushes, wincing each time a squelch resounded from his boots.
As he remained in a fixed position, the iron sights of his pistol trained towards the direction where the sound was coming from, he spotted two Amis, talking amonst themselves in a casual manner, with their rifles dangling lazily at their sides. The men sat down on the grass below, continuing with their incoherent language as Johann continued to stay crouched. Sweat poured down his forehead as he crouched behind the tree. His feet were getting sore and exhausted while his hair was getting irritatingly itchy. Reaching for the Fallschirmhelm on his head, he adjusted in slightly and the straps came into contact with one another, making a ping that was, unfortunately, like a pin drop in the cold air. Immediately the two American soldiers got to their feet with their rifles drawn while Johann trembled behind the tree. Tense seconds went by as the two Amis remained with their rifles pointed in different directions, trying to determine the source of the sound while Johann tremblingly bit his own smock to refrain from heavy breathing. The tight location he was in only served to feed his growing claustrophobia as he cowered there, the pistol tremoring within his feeble and unsteady grasp.
After what seemed vigintillions of years, the Americans relaxed and lowered their rifles before, after muttering some more between themselves, began to trudge slowly away from his location. Johann released his canines from his sleeve before directing his iron sights with slight flinching in his arm towards one of the American's soldier's head. 'Sollte ich ihn schieBen?' he asked himself privately as the rear sight and foresight aligned themselves towards the pale green helmet. His pistol remained fixed upon that American soldier as the G.I. walked into the distance with his friend, the two of them talking merrily in their foreign tongue. Johann heaved a sigh of relief and fell on his rump, releasing overwrought grip on the pistol, whose handle was now laced with perspiration. The Oberfeldwebel looked up to the sky, his chest still rising and falling. Glancing back down again, he picked up his pistol, only to find that the firearm's catch was still on safety.
Johann Herman smiled to himself. Getting back on his feet, he said a soft prayer to God above before proceeding with searching the rest of his men and his rifle bag, silently slithering back into the woods.
Translations from the Writing Example:
-Wo bin ich? Where am I?
-Ohne mein Diagramm kann ich nicht fi Without that diagram, I can't find
-SchieBe! Shit!
Sollte ich ihn schieBen? Should I shoot him?