Post by Friedrick B on Aug 7, 2009 19:32:23 GMT
Well your writing sample barely topped the minimum posting standard of fifteen lines and your history did not meet the standard, a couple spelling errors as well. I'll accept you as an Obergefreiter. If you have any questions please feel free to ask or if no one is around we have a good amount of help available in the help threads 
Welcome to IO
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Friedrich Bäcker
Nationality:
Germany
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
Friedrick is in his late 20's, 5 feet 8 inches tall, and of medium build. During his civilian life, he spent much of his free time hunting with his father's Gewehr 98. When the war started, he was eager to put those skills to use, and joined the Wehrmacht.
His experience with his father's rifle made it easier to get used to the newer Karabiner 98K. It was certainly easier to handle. As could be expected, he was quite a good shot. He hit most targets, and practiced with his bayonet. He did fairly well with it, but still needed a lot of getting used to.
His first battles were in 1940, during the invasion of France. He saw how important tanks were, but he sure didn't envy them—they were cramped, worsened extreme temperatures, and the was always the chance of burning alive within. He liked that his rifle was just as accurate as the one before; he certainly got a lot of use out of it. He had several close calls...but the final one put him in the hospital. He was shot through his leg and back, and spent over a year recovering, although he wasn't sent back into action until 1944. The Americans had invaded Normandy, trying to take back France. Friedrick was stationed only 20 miles from the beaches. Now was time for his greatest challenge yet...
Military Rank:
Unteroffizier
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 front lines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Friedrick hid in a small building. His front lines were only a few miles away...if only it were his own lines he was stuck behind. At least he wasn't as far away as he could have been... “Of all the shitty places to run out of petrol...” Someone was watching him. Whoever it was, he stayed out of site. Friedrick stood. After looking around, he sprinted out of the house. He ran and ran, diving onto the ground if he though he was about to be spotted. Then, he would get up again. After a little over a mile, he was completely exhausted. “Need...cover...”
There was a rather destroyed shed nearby, but it was enough. He went in, lied down, and rested...and nearly fell asleep. But gunfire woke him up. “Gah-h!! Hey...it seems we're pushing forward!” He examined his rifle. After thinking for a few moments, he fitted his bayonet. He ran out, taking cover behind a house. Suddenly, a French soldier ran out right in front of him. “Shit!” He raised his rifle, aimed, pulled the trigger, and... “Click!” All this while the French soldier was reloading his rifle. Friedrick wasted no more time, and thrust his bayonet right into his chest. The danger was over...for now. HE opened the bolt of his rifle, and looked at the shell. Unfortunately, the firing pin hit beside the percussion cap. Reluctantly, Friedrick abandoned his own rifle and took the French one. He continued to his lines... “I'm sure I'll get a replacement...”
Welcome to IO
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Friedrich Bäcker
Nationality:
Germany
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
Friedrick is in his late 20's, 5 feet 8 inches tall, and of medium build. During his civilian life, he spent much of his free time hunting with his father's Gewehr 98. When the war started, he was eager to put those skills to use, and joined the Wehrmacht.
His experience with his father's rifle made it easier to get used to the newer Karabiner 98K. It was certainly easier to handle. As could be expected, he was quite a good shot. He hit most targets, and practiced with his bayonet. He did fairly well with it, but still needed a lot of getting used to.
His first battles were in 1940, during the invasion of France. He saw how important tanks were, but he sure didn't envy them—they were cramped, worsened extreme temperatures, and the was always the chance of burning alive within. He liked that his rifle was just as accurate as the one before; he certainly got a lot of use out of it. He had several close calls...but the final one put him in the hospital. He was shot through his leg and back, and spent over a year recovering, although he wasn't sent back into action until 1944. The Americans had invaded Normandy, trying to take back France. Friedrick was stationed only 20 miles from the beaches. Now was time for his greatest challenge yet...
Military Rank:
Unteroffizier
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 front lines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Friedrick hid in a small building. His front lines were only a few miles away...if only it were his own lines he was stuck behind. At least he wasn't as far away as he could have been... “Of all the shitty places to run out of petrol...” Someone was watching him. Whoever it was, he stayed out of site. Friedrick stood. After looking around, he sprinted out of the house. He ran and ran, diving onto the ground if he though he was about to be spotted. Then, he would get up again. After a little over a mile, he was completely exhausted. “Need...cover...”
There was a rather destroyed shed nearby, but it was enough. He went in, lied down, and rested...and nearly fell asleep. But gunfire woke him up. “Gah-h!! Hey...it seems we're pushing forward!” He examined his rifle. After thinking for a few moments, he fitted his bayonet. He ran out, taking cover behind a house. Suddenly, a French soldier ran out right in front of him. “Shit!” He raised his rifle, aimed, pulled the trigger, and... “Click!” All this while the French soldier was reloading his rifle. Friedrick wasted no more time, and thrust his bayonet right into his chest. The danger was over...for now. HE opened the bolt of his rifle, and looked at the shell. Unfortunately, the firing pin hit beside the percussion cap. Reluctantly, Friedrick abandoned his own rifle and took the French one. He continued to his lines... “I'm sure I'll get a replacement...”
