Post by Ludwig on Jul 12, 2009 22:41:19 GMT
Sanitätsunteroffizier it is. You can't sign up as SS, personally I'm bewildered why that is an option in the app, but none the less you have to be accepted into an SS unit, until then you are Wermacht.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Ludwig Amsel
Nationality: Deustch [German]
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: Nazi Regime/ Waffen-SS
Character History:
Ludwig Amsel, born june 27th, 1923 to Heinrich and Greta Amsel. Ludwig has blonde hair and brown eyes. He is 5'11, has a scar on his chin. He is very smart, and always loves helping people the best he can. He supports the Reich and Hitler. His father served as a sniper in the first world war. His mother and father owned a small bakery in Bahnhof Ludwig's hometown. Ludwig is very brave and caring for fellow Reichsvolk. Ludwig had a brother and a sister all one year apart. His sister is the youngest and Ludwig is the oldest.
When ludwig was five he got the tip of his left pointer finger cut off by playing with a saw. He had many friends in Bahnhof. He was an A student and always wanted to be a Doctor. Ludwig was a quite child. At the age of 14 Ludwig and his friends would play in a old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. Ludwigs best friend Johan fell in the factory on a machine and had part of it go trhough his leg. Johan screamed in pain and kept looking to the wound. Ludwig heard the screams and quickly ran to Johan. He pulled him off the machine and set him on the ground. He than ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and stuffed it in the wound. Ludwig applied pressure to it and hoped for it to stop bleeding. After ten minutes of trying to stop the bleeding he realized that a vein must have been cut since there was a ton of blood. His dieing friend Johan told Ludwig that he wanted him to not mourn over his death, Johan than perished. It was the first time Ludwig had seen a dead body. He started to panic and ran outside to the rest of his friends. He explained what happened and they all ran to town to get help.
Ludwig decided to join the military in 1941. He did not want to join the Wehrmacht but the Waffen-SS as a Medic.Ludwig enlisted in the SS as a medic. Ludwig was a very successful man. Ludwig was trained trained and trained some more as a medic. Ludwig hated the stressful training but knew he had to do it otherwise he wouldn't be a Medic. It took Ludwig four months of endless training before he was considered a SS Medic. He was one hell of a medic tho. Ludwig was liked by his fellow SS comrades and he liked them too. Ludwig was proudly assigned to an SS regiment before being deployed into Europe.
Military Rank: Any rank that you find right
Writing Sample:
It was a cold december day and Ludwig had been walking about three hundred meters away from his base. He knew that some Germans had been on an search mission for some missing soldiers. There was artillary fire and gun shots heard everywhere. Ludwig was used to it tho, he always expected to hearthe word "Arzt! (Medic!)" to be called. Surprisingly it had not been yelled yet, must have been a slow day Ludwig thought. Suddenly a mortar shell hit about twenty feet infront of Ludwig, sending pieces of shrapnel in all directions. The overwhelming power of the mortar shell knocked Ludwig off his feet and left him with a piece of shrapnel in his chest. Ludwig gasped for breath, he held his chest. He could feel the warmness of his blood. He tried not to panic and just to do whatever he could to survive. He reached into his medical bag and pulled out a bandage and an Syrette. He pulled the shrapnel from his chest and bandaged himself up. He than used the syrette. He examined the rather big piece of shrapnel, well it was big for a mortar shell explosion.
There was blood in the snow where Ludwig had been. Ludwig crawled to the nearest tree and pressed his back against it. Ludwig looked over to the small crater caused by the mortar. That is a Foxhole right there Ludwig thought. Ludwig's vision was a little blurry from being knocked down and perhaps the blood loss. Ludwig looked to the spot he had been, and than looked all around for any enemy troops moving in. None were in sight, this made ludwig not so worried. Ludwig struggled to his feet and felt the top of his head. His helmet was not there, Ludwig started searching for his helmet. He did not see it around and decided to just head back to his base and get his wound taken care of first.
He did not know which direction he had came from and his sight was still a little blurry. He started walking in a direction he thought to be the way he had came.
After about four hundred fifty meters, he had found himself behind enemy lines. Ludwig was shcoked to see that he had been behind enemy lines without a firearm. Ludwig quickly took cover hoping not to be noticed. The nearest American was about forty feet away and was concentrated on killing the Germans across the way. Ludwig saw that this American was the only one there and that there was no other American for about another one hundred feet or so. Ludwig reached for his issued knife. He gripped his knife and quickly ran to the American. He slashed the americans throat and threw him down to the ground. He than took the Americans firearm. It was an m1 grand. Ludwig than ran back to the postion he was origianlly at. "this will come in handy to get back to my comrades lines" Ludwig said quitely.
Ludwig than quickly ran back the way he had came. Ludwig's sight came back fully after running. Ludwig started to look around for any Americans trailing him. He heard some english being spoken. He laid down with the rifle in his hands and waited for the Americans to get close. The Americans got within twenty feet of Ludwig. Ludwig noticed that there was only two Americans armed with thompsons. Ludwig took a breath and than jumped up firing the m1 at the oncoming Americans. They both dropped to the ground, one of them was dead the other severly injured. Ludwig walked to the two men and searched them. He exchanged the m1 for the thomspon and than looked to the injured American. He grinned to him and than fired three shots into the Americans chest. The bullets entered without any problem.
Ludwig than continued on his way back to the base. After what seemed forever, Ludwig had found himself back to where the mortar had injured him. He knew he was about three hundred to four hundred meters away from the base. He looked once again for his helmet. This time he had luck and noticed it was about fifty three feet away from the small crater. He picked it up, put it on, and continued on his way. Once arriving back at the base he immediatly went to the first aid field station. They check him for any more wounds and had seen he had taken care of his only wound. He than went to the nearest CO and explained a path they could take to flank the Americans. Ludwig was very proud of himself to know he was helping the reich triumph by giving the CO this information.
OOC: just to show what the helmet looked like in the first place:
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Ludwig Amsel
Nationality: Deustch [German]
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: Nazi Regime/ Waffen-SS
Character History:
Ludwig Amsel, born june 27th, 1923 to Heinrich and Greta Amsel. Ludwig has blonde hair and brown eyes. He is 5'11, has a scar on his chin. He is very smart, and always loves helping people the best he can. He supports the Reich and Hitler. His father served as a sniper in the first world war. His mother and father owned a small bakery in Bahnhof Ludwig's hometown. Ludwig is very brave and caring for fellow Reichsvolk. Ludwig had a brother and a sister all one year apart. His sister is the youngest and Ludwig is the oldest.
When ludwig was five he got the tip of his left pointer finger cut off by playing with a saw. He had many friends in Bahnhof. He was an A student and always wanted to be a Doctor. Ludwig was a quite child. At the age of 14 Ludwig and his friends would play in a old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. Ludwigs best friend Johan fell in the factory on a machine and had part of it go trhough his leg. Johan screamed in pain and kept looking to the wound. Ludwig heard the screams and quickly ran to Johan. He pulled him off the machine and set him on the ground. He than ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and stuffed it in the wound. Ludwig applied pressure to it and hoped for it to stop bleeding. After ten minutes of trying to stop the bleeding he realized that a vein must have been cut since there was a ton of blood. His dieing friend Johan told Ludwig that he wanted him to not mourn over his death, Johan than perished. It was the first time Ludwig had seen a dead body. He started to panic and ran outside to the rest of his friends. He explained what happened and they all ran to town to get help.
Ludwig decided to join the military in 1941. He did not want to join the Wehrmacht but the Waffen-SS as a Medic.Ludwig enlisted in the SS as a medic. Ludwig was a very successful man. Ludwig was trained trained and trained some more as a medic. Ludwig hated the stressful training but knew he had to do it otherwise he wouldn't be a Medic. It took Ludwig four months of endless training before he was considered a SS Medic. He was one hell of a medic tho. Ludwig was liked by his fellow SS comrades and he liked them too. Ludwig was proudly assigned to an SS regiment before being deployed into Europe.
Military Rank: Any rank that you find right
Writing Sample:
It was a cold december day and Ludwig had been walking about three hundred meters away from his base. He knew that some Germans had been on an search mission for some missing soldiers. There was artillary fire and gun shots heard everywhere. Ludwig was used to it tho, he always expected to hearthe word "Arzt! (Medic!)" to be called. Surprisingly it had not been yelled yet, must have been a slow day Ludwig thought. Suddenly a mortar shell hit about twenty feet infront of Ludwig, sending pieces of shrapnel in all directions. The overwhelming power of the mortar shell knocked Ludwig off his feet and left him with a piece of shrapnel in his chest. Ludwig gasped for breath, he held his chest. He could feel the warmness of his blood. He tried not to panic and just to do whatever he could to survive. He reached into his medical bag and pulled out a bandage and an Syrette. He pulled the shrapnel from his chest and bandaged himself up. He than used the syrette. He examined the rather big piece of shrapnel, well it was big for a mortar shell explosion.
There was blood in the snow where Ludwig had been. Ludwig crawled to the nearest tree and pressed his back against it. Ludwig looked over to the small crater caused by the mortar. That is a Foxhole right there Ludwig thought. Ludwig's vision was a little blurry from being knocked down and perhaps the blood loss. Ludwig looked to the spot he had been, and than looked all around for any enemy troops moving in. None were in sight, this made ludwig not so worried. Ludwig struggled to his feet and felt the top of his head. His helmet was not there, Ludwig started searching for his helmet. He did not see it around and decided to just head back to his base and get his wound taken care of first.
He did not know which direction he had came from and his sight was still a little blurry. He started walking in a direction he thought to be the way he had came.
After about four hundred fifty meters, he had found himself behind enemy lines. Ludwig was shcoked to see that he had been behind enemy lines without a firearm. Ludwig quickly took cover hoping not to be noticed. The nearest American was about forty feet away and was concentrated on killing the Germans across the way. Ludwig saw that this American was the only one there and that there was no other American for about another one hundred feet or so. Ludwig reached for his issued knife. He gripped his knife and quickly ran to the American. He slashed the americans throat and threw him down to the ground. He than took the Americans firearm. It was an m1 grand. Ludwig than ran back to the postion he was origianlly at. "this will come in handy to get back to my comrades lines" Ludwig said quitely.
Ludwig than quickly ran back the way he had came. Ludwig's sight came back fully after running. Ludwig started to look around for any Americans trailing him. He heard some english being spoken. He laid down with the rifle in his hands and waited for the Americans to get close. The Americans got within twenty feet of Ludwig. Ludwig noticed that there was only two Americans armed with thompsons. Ludwig took a breath and than jumped up firing the m1 at the oncoming Americans. They both dropped to the ground, one of them was dead the other severly injured. Ludwig walked to the two men and searched them. He exchanged the m1 for the thomspon and than looked to the injured American. He grinned to him and than fired three shots into the Americans chest. The bullets entered without any problem.
Ludwig than continued on his way back to the base. After what seemed forever, Ludwig had found himself back to where the mortar had injured him. He knew he was about three hundred to four hundred meters away from the base. He looked once again for his helmet. This time he had luck and noticed it was about fifty three feet away from the small crater. He picked it up, put it on, and continued on his way. Once arriving back at the base he immediatly went to the first aid field station. They check him for any more wounds and had seen he had taken care of his only wound. He than went to the nearest CO and explained a path they could take to flank the Americans. Ludwig was very proud of himself to know he was helping the reich triumph by giving the CO this information.
OOC: just to show what the helmet looked like in the first place: