Post by Werner von Maybach on Sept 12, 2009 20:53:43 GMT
With the high amount of active Axis COs I'm gonna have to limit you to Obersturmführer , but at least your still a CO 
-JT
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Name:
Attila Anday
Nationality:
Hungarian, but ethnic German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Waffen SS
Character History:
Attila was born in 1906 in the idyllic, small town Kronstadt (Hungarian name: Brasso) in the area of Transylvania in Hungary. His father Milan was the owner of a small grocery shop in the street the family lived in and so Attila grew up under quite sheltered circumstances. His family wasn’t rich, but there was always enough to live without having to worry about the future. Attila was the oldest of five siblings, he had three younger brothers and two sisters, who made him develop a strong sense for his duties in a very young age.
Attila’s family belonged to the big group of ethnical Germans, that had settled down in Transylvania in the late middle ages and that made up around 10% of the overall population in this region. Under the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy, the Germans were a reputable part of the mainly Hungarian populace. But still, these people mostly maintained speaking the German language and kept caring for their old, German traditions.
But everything changed, when the first, big war broke out in 1914. The Russians had invaded Austria-Hungary from the east and so the nation called its soldiers to the arms. Attila’s father got drafted into a cavalry unit of the army in early 1915 and when he left his hometown, he couldn't know that he should never return back home to his family. It was a hard time following for young Attila and his mother, after his father had left. Of course, Attila tried to help his mother as much as possible, working in the shop or caring about his younger siblings, but obviously he couldn’t be able to completely replace his father as he only was 9 years old.
Because of the war, the economic situation in Austria-Hungary grew worse and worse everyday. Most people hadn’t enough to eat anymore and the disaffection throughout the civil population grew bigger and bigger. The food tightness even grew that bad, that Attila's mother had to close the grocery store, because she just wasn't able to offer anything to the people anymore. Now being work less, the family had to fight hard finding their outcome and Attila often had to go to bed hungry during these days.
When Austria-Hungary finally broke up in late October 1918, the Romanians annexed Transylvania as a new part of their country. And with the peace, there finally started a better time for Attila and his family again. After a few months, his mother found some work as a chamber maid in a big residential manor. This was probably the luckiest time during Attila's childhood. He had found some good friends there, he got teached how to swim and he even had the possibility to attend the lessons in writing and reading, that were hold in the manor. After some time, Attila also discovered his fascination with horses. There was a small stabling belonging to the manor and Attila spend hours riding the horses, feeding or just watching them. He admired these animals, especially for their power and their unbreakable will.
Time flew by and at his 18th birthday, Attila got enlisted for the Romanian forces and because of his good knowledge of horses, he got attached to a cavalry unit, just like his father ten years earlier. And soon Attila found out, that the army was just the exactly right place for him. He loved the military thrill and the unbreakable system of giving orders and issuing them. Within the years he climbed up on the ranking ladder and in 1931 he even got promoted to the rank of a Locotenent (Lieutenant) and took over the command of his own cavalry company. And his inferiors learned to fear his famous rage attacks.
The next, maybe biggest change in Attilas life brought the year 1938. One day early in the year, out of the blue, he heard one of the many speeches of Adolf Hitler in the radio. Attila didn't know a lot about this man by now, but he just couldn't resist listening to that hypnotizing voice. And the words seemed to get spoken right out of his soul. This man proclaimed himself as the new leader of the Arian race, who's holy task it was to reunite all the Germans, spread over the globe and to bring them together within the boarders of the Reich. It took him some more days, but slowly the decision erased within Attila, to follow this man's call and to emigrate to Germany, to his native country that he had only read about by now.
Only one week after Attila had arrived in Berlin, he decided to volunteer for the German Wehrmacht, as he hadn't done anything else in his life than being a soldier. He again got assigned to a cavalry unit, the 1. Kavallerie-Brigade being stationed in Insterburg, East Prussia. Quickly he realized, that things in the German army used to work a lot different than in the Romanian one but because of his military past, Attila earned his first promotions very fast. Only one year later, he even held the rank of a Leutnant.
When the war with Poland broke out 1939, Attila's unit served as reserve behind the front. He truly had wished to be able to show his loyalty to his new fatherland within the fights, but the surprisingly fast victory of the Wehrmacht in Poland bid no possibility for him. But another possibility used to show up unexpected. In the beginning of 1940, Heinrich Himmler had started to build up the Waffen SS as an elite branch of arms. And from the moment he first had heard of that new army within the army, Attila was fascinated from that idea of an unit consisting only of the best soldiers. Because in his own opinion, he surely was the best of them all.
Military Rank:
Hauptsturmführer
Writing Sample:
The Ardennes, Belgium 19.12.1944 circa 04:30 a.m.
A freezing cold gust of wind blew into Attila's face and brought some tears into his eyes. He tried to rub his hands together quickly, to get at least a bit of life back into them. After that, the tall man observed the edge of the forest in front of him with his binoculars for the umpteenth time, but still he wasn't able to recognize anything suspicious. The sun hadn't raised yet and although the night had been very light, some snow falling from the skies handicapped the view. But on the other hand, Attila had learned to appreciate the bad weather, as it prevented the American air force from attacking.
Turning around to an Sturmscharführer besides him, Attila had to start smiling satisfied. These men in the Waffen SS where true soldiers, like he was one and he never had any regrets regarding his decision to leave his Hungarian home. Close behind the two officers, the engine of one of the heavy Tiger tanks roared to live loudly. The tank stood behind the cover of a small barn and was painted completely white. Only the tactical number of the tank could be seen on the turret. Now a group of five soldiers walked toward the Tiger and climbed on the tank. Most of the men looked very young, even too young to Attila, but their faces nevertheless showed a strong determination.
Attila's company had taken up positions in the western outskirts of the small town Setz, that got captured by the German troops one day before. The Americans had retreated into the nearby forests, where they now tried to hide and to lick their wounds. Just half an hour ago, Attila had attended a meeting with all company commanders and the commanding officer of the battalion. The orders had been more than clear: Do not give the Americans a possibility to build up a ordered defensive line again and push them back as far and fast as possible. The given time for continuing the attack was 5 a.m. after the German artillery should shell the forest for ten minutes. Unfortunately, the ammunitions shortage on the German side didn't allow any more than that.
Nervous, Attila stared at his watch. The artillery bombardment would soon start. In the corner of his eyes, he saw Untersturmführer Walzer walking toward him. The snow crunched under his army boots and the man's breath condensed immediately. Walzer was an old comrade of the Hungarian and together they had faced death several times during these last years. The skin of Attila's friend was nearly as pale as his white camouflage smocks and his eyes were quiet shrunken. "Sind deine Männer bereit für heute? Dein Zug wird wieder die Spitze der Kompanie übernehmen. Der Angriff wird bald beginnen und ich bin sicher, daß wir den verdammten Amerikanern heute eine harte Lektion erteilen werden. Ihre Truppen bestehen aus Schwächlingen, unfähig bei diesem Wetter zu kämpfen.", Attila said loud enough for the by standing soldiers to hear. Silently the other officer nodded his head in consens.
But before Walzer could reply anything, some loud, dry shots came from several miles behind and the men witnessed the heavy shells flying close over their heads. The first lay of shells hit the ground some hundred meters too short, but the second one was a lot better aimed. The forward observer, who was leading the fire did a pretty good job and soon, the soldiers heard some loud screams of pain coming from the deeper forest. For the next minutes, the Americans could cost their own, bitter medicine, Attila grimly thought to himself. The artillery fire grew stronger and stronger until it suddenly stopped after exactly ten minutes.
In an instant, the whole front line came to live. Flares in all colors of the rainbow got shot into the dark sky and German machine guns started firing in long, stagnant rows. Loudly, Attila yelled at his men: "Sprung auf, marsch, marsch. Oder wollt Ihr etwa ewig leben?", and took his MP 40 into his hands, he had hung around his neck. The Tiger tank now left it's cover and slowly rolled toward the enemy. All around Attila, German Panzergrenadiers in white smocks advanced carefully. Surprisingly, everything stayed silent on the American side of the front, not a single shot got fired. Attila's first thought was, if the Americans had maybe retreated even further back during the night, but when the distance to the forest had shrunken to circa fifty meters, suddenly all hell broke loose.
American mortar shells exploded everywhere and at least half a dozen of American machine guns started to fire. Clearly Attila saw one Sturmmann falling from the back of the Tiger, after a bullet had penetrated his throat. The SS- officer instantly dived for cover inside a giant shell-hole, not being able to rise his head over the edge of the hole for the moment. Most of the Germans were suppressed by the surprisingly heavy fire and the attack had come to an sudden halt now. The loud scream "Sanitäter!" could be heard more often from minute to minute. Only the Tiger slowly continued his advance, firing HE shells at located enemy positions and spraying death out of it's machine guns.
The mind of the Hungarian was running and he only saw one chance to escape this hell of a situation, continuing the advance at all costs. Quickly he jumped up, using a short fire pause to move one shelter further, where Untersturmführer Walzer pressed his body against the cold snow. The views of the two officers met and nobody needed to say a word. Walzer pushed himself off and started running toward the enemy again, loudly yelling at his men to do the same. In one corner of the hole, Attila realized a very young Sturmmann who was whimpering and silently cried. Without hesitating, the muscular Hungarian grabbed the boy and forcefully pushed him out of the shelter, signaling him to follow his comrades. But after only some meters, the young private made an abrupt movement and fell into the snow, not moving any more. Without caring too long, Attila continued his way to the next small cover.
The American fire started to ease up a bit now and the Germans had nearly reached the edge of the forest. The Tiger tank had turned a bit and was now attacking the main force of the Americans from the flank. Shell after shell left the turret and clearly Attila recognized the first American soldiers leaving their foxholes in panic. Diving to the snowy ground again, the SS- officer sent some long bursts out of his MP and forcefully slammed a new magazine into the weapon. German stick grenades exploded in the deeper forest, replied by some loud yells of agony. The German attack started rolling again and satisfied, Attila saw a whole squad of American soldiers coming out of the bushes with their hands over their heads. Now it was only a matter of time until the rest of resistance in this area would be broken. And until the enemies of the Reich wouldn't be defeated, he wouldn't stop fighting for his new fatherland.
Translations:
"Sind deine Männer bereit für heute? Dein Zug wird wieder die Spitze der Kompanie übernehmen. Der Angriff wird bald beginnen und ich bin sicher, daß wir den verdammten Amerikanern heute eine harte Lektion erteilen werden. Ihre Truppen bestehen aus Schwächlingen, unfähig bei diesem Wetter zu kämpfen."
"Are your men ready for today? Your platoon is going to be the spearhead of the company again. The attack is going to start soon and I'm more than sure, that we're going to give these damned Americans a hard lesson today. Their troops only consist of weaklings, unable to fight in this climate."
"Sprung auf, marsch, marsch. Oder wollt Ihr etwa ewig leben?"
"Jump up, let's go. Or do you want to live forever?"
"Sanitäter!"
"Medic!"
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-JT
Account E-Mail:
please take Werner's e-mail addie
Name:
Attila Anday
Nationality:
Hungarian, but ethnic German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Waffen SS
Character History:
Attila was born in 1906 in the idyllic, small town Kronstadt (Hungarian name: Brasso) in the area of Transylvania in Hungary. His father Milan was the owner of a small grocery shop in the street the family lived in and so Attila grew up under quite sheltered circumstances. His family wasn’t rich, but there was always enough to live without having to worry about the future. Attila was the oldest of five siblings, he had three younger brothers and two sisters, who made him develop a strong sense for his duties in a very young age.
Attila’s family belonged to the big group of ethnical Germans, that had settled down in Transylvania in the late middle ages and that made up around 10% of the overall population in this region. Under the Austrian-Hungarian monarchy, the Germans were a reputable part of the mainly Hungarian populace. But still, these people mostly maintained speaking the German language and kept caring for their old, German traditions.
But everything changed, when the first, big war broke out in 1914. The Russians had invaded Austria-Hungary from the east and so the nation called its soldiers to the arms. Attila’s father got drafted into a cavalry unit of the army in early 1915 and when he left his hometown, he couldn't know that he should never return back home to his family. It was a hard time following for young Attila and his mother, after his father had left. Of course, Attila tried to help his mother as much as possible, working in the shop or caring about his younger siblings, but obviously he couldn’t be able to completely replace his father as he only was 9 years old.
Because of the war, the economic situation in Austria-Hungary grew worse and worse everyday. Most people hadn’t enough to eat anymore and the disaffection throughout the civil population grew bigger and bigger. The food tightness even grew that bad, that Attila's mother had to close the grocery store, because she just wasn't able to offer anything to the people anymore. Now being work less, the family had to fight hard finding their outcome and Attila often had to go to bed hungry during these days.
When Austria-Hungary finally broke up in late October 1918, the Romanians annexed Transylvania as a new part of their country. And with the peace, there finally started a better time for Attila and his family again. After a few months, his mother found some work as a chamber maid in a big residential manor. This was probably the luckiest time during Attila's childhood. He had found some good friends there, he got teached how to swim and he even had the possibility to attend the lessons in writing and reading, that were hold in the manor. After some time, Attila also discovered his fascination with horses. There was a small stabling belonging to the manor and Attila spend hours riding the horses, feeding or just watching them. He admired these animals, especially for their power and their unbreakable will.
Time flew by and at his 18th birthday, Attila got enlisted for the Romanian forces and because of his good knowledge of horses, he got attached to a cavalry unit, just like his father ten years earlier. And soon Attila found out, that the army was just the exactly right place for him. He loved the military thrill and the unbreakable system of giving orders and issuing them. Within the years he climbed up on the ranking ladder and in 1931 he even got promoted to the rank of a Locotenent (Lieutenant) and took over the command of his own cavalry company. And his inferiors learned to fear his famous rage attacks.
The next, maybe biggest change in Attilas life brought the year 1938. One day early in the year, out of the blue, he heard one of the many speeches of Adolf Hitler in the radio. Attila didn't know a lot about this man by now, but he just couldn't resist listening to that hypnotizing voice. And the words seemed to get spoken right out of his soul. This man proclaimed himself as the new leader of the Arian race, who's holy task it was to reunite all the Germans, spread over the globe and to bring them together within the boarders of the Reich. It took him some more days, but slowly the decision erased within Attila, to follow this man's call and to emigrate to Germany, to his native country that he had only read about by now.
Only one week after Attila had arrived in Berlin, he decided to volunteer for the German Wehrmacht, as he hadn't done anything else in his life than being a soldier. He again got assigned to a cavalry unit, the 1. Kavallerie-Brigade being stationed in Insterburg, East Prussia. Quickly he realized, that things in the German army used to work a lot different than in the Romanian one but because of his military past, Attila earned his first promotions very fast. Only one year later, he even held the rank of a Leutnant.
When the war with Poland broke out 1939, Attila's unit served as reserve behind the front. He truly had wished to be able to show his loyalty to his new fatherland within the fights, but the surprisingly fast victory of the Wehrmacht in Poland bid no possibility for him. But another possibility used to show up unexpected. In the beginning of 1940, Heinrich Himmler had started to build up the Waffen SS as an elite branch of arms. And from the moment he first had heard of that new army within the army, Attila was fascinated from that idea of an unit consisting only of the best soldiers. Because in his own opinion, he surely was the best of them all.
Military Rank:
Hauptsturmführer
Writing Sample:
The Ardennes, Belgium 19.12.1944 circa 04:30 a.m.
A freezing cold gust of wind blew into Attila's face and brought some tears into his eyes. He tried to rub his hands together quickly, to get at least a bit of life back into them. After that, the tall man observed the edge of the forest in front of him with his binoculars for the umpteenth time, but still he wasn't able to recognize anything suspicious. The sun hadn't raised yet and although the night had been very light, some snow falling from the skies handicapped the view. But on the other hand, Attila had learned to appreciate the bad weather, as it prevented the American air force from attacking.
Turning around to an Sturmscharführer besides him, Attila had to start smiling satisfied. These men in the Waffen SS where true soldiers, like he was one and he never had any regrets regarding his decision to leave his Hungarian home. Close behind the two officers, the engine of one of the heavy Tiger tanks roared to live loudly. The tank stood behind the cover of a small barn and was painted completely white. Only the tactical number of the tank could be seen on the turret. Now a group of five soldiers walked toward the Tiger and climbed on the tank. Most of the men looked very young, even too young to Attila, but their faces nevertheless showed a strong determination.
Attila's company had taken up positions in the western outskirts of the small town Setz, that got captured by the German troops one day before. The Americans had retreated into the nearby forests, where they now tried to hide and to lick their wounds. Just half an hour ago, Attila had attended a meeting with all company commanders and the commanding officer of the battalion. The orders had been more than clear: Do not give the Americans a possibility to build up a ordered defensive line again and push them back as far and fast as possible. The given time for continuing the attack was 5 a.m. after the German artillery should shell the forest for ten minutes. Unfortunately, the ammunitions shortage on the German side didn't allow any more than that.
Nervous, Attila stared at his watch. The artillery bombardment would soon start. In the corner of his eyes, he saw Untersturmführer Walzer walking toward him. The snow crunched under his army boots and the man's breath condensed immediately. Walzer was an old comrade of the Hungarian and together they had faced death several times during these last years. The skin of Attila's friend was nearly as pale as his white camouflage smocks and his eyes were quiet shrunken. "Sind deine Männer bereit für heute? Dein Zug wird wieder die Spitze der Kompanie übernehmen. Der Angriff wird bald beginnen und ich bin sicher, daß wir den verdammten Amerikanern heute eine harte Lektion erteilen werden. Ihre Truppen bestehen aus Schwächlingen, unfähig bei diesem Wetter zu kämpfen.", Attila said loud enough for the by standing soldiers to hear. Silently the other officer nodded his head in consens.
But before Walzer could reply anything, some loud, dry shots came from several miles behind and the men witnessed the heavy shells flying close over their heads. The first lay of shells hit the ground some hundred meters too short, but the second one was a lot better aimed. The forward observer, who was leading the fire did a pretty good job and soon, the soldiers heard some loud screams of pain coming from the deeper forest. For the next minutes, the Americans could cost their own, bitter medicine, Attila grimly thought to himself. The artillery fire grew stronger and stronger until it suddenly stopped after exactly ten minutes.
In an instant, the whole front line came to live. Flares in all colors of the rainbow got shot into the dark sky and German machine guns started firing in long, stagnant rows. Loudly, Attila yelled at his men: "Sprung auf, marsch, marsch. Oder wollt Ihr etwa ewig leben?", and took his MP 40 into his hands, he had hung around his neck. The Tiger tank now left it's cover and slowly rolled toward the enemy. All around Attila, German Panzergrenadiers in white smocks advanced carefully. Surprisingly, everything stayed silent on the American side of the front, not a single shot got fired. Attila's first thought was, if the Americans had maybe retreated even further back during the night, but when the distance to the forest had shrunken to circa fifty meters, suddenly all hell broke loose.
American mortar shells exploded everywhere and at least half a dozen of American machine guns started to fire. Clearly Attila saw one Sturmmann falling from the back of the Tiger, after a bullet had penetrated his throat. The SS- officer instantly dived for cover inside a giant shell-hole, not being able to rise his head over the edge of the hole for the moment. Most of the Germans were suppressed by the surprisingly heavy fire and the attack had come to an sudden halt now. The loud scream "Sanitäter!" could be heard more often from minute to minute. Only the Tiger slowly continued his advance, firing HE shells at located enemy positions and spraying death out of it's machine guns.
The mind of the Hungarian was running and he only saw one chance to escape this hell of a situation, continuing the advance at all costs. Quickly he jumped up, using a short fire pause to move one shelter further, where Untersturmführer Walzer pressed his body against the cold snow. The views of the two officers met and nobody needed to say a word. Walzer pushed himself off and started running toward the enemy again, loudly yelling at his men to do the same. In one corner of the hole, Attila realized a very young Sturmmann who was whimpering and silently cried. Without hesitating, the muscular Hungarian grabbed the boy and forcefully pushed him out of the shelter, signaling him to follow his comrades. But after only some meters, the young private made an abrupt movement and fell into the snow, not moving any more. Without caring too long, Attila continued his way to the next small cover.
The American fire started to ease up a bit now and the Germans had nearly reached the edge of the forest. The Tiger tank had turned a bit and was now attacking the main force of the Americans from the flank. Shell after shell left the turret and clearly Attila recognized the first American soldiers leaving their foxholes in panic. Diving to the snowy ground again, the SS- officer sent some long bursts out of his MP and forcefully slammed a new magazine into the weapon. German stick grenades exploded in the deeper forest, replied by some loud yells of agony. The German attack started rolling again and satisfied, Attila saw a whole squad of American soldiers coming out of the bushes with their hands over their heads. Now it was only a matter of time until the rest of resistance in this area would be broken. And until the enemies of the Reich wouldn't be defeated, he wouldn't stop fighting for his new fatherland.
Translations:
"Sind deine Männer bereit für heute? Dein Zug wird wieder die Spitze der Kompanie übernehmen. Der Angriff wird bald beginnen und ich bin sicher, daß wir den verdammten Amerikanern heute eine harte Lektion erteilen werden. Ihre Truppen bestehen aus Schwächlingen, unfähig bei diesem Wetter zu kämpfen."
"Are your men ready for today? Your platoon is going to be the spearhead of the company again. The attack is going to start soon and I'm more than sure, that we're going to give these damned Americans a hard lesson today. Their troops only consist of weaklings, unable to fight in this climate."
"Sprung auf, marsch, marsch. Oder wollt Ihr etwa ewig leben?"
"Jump up, let's go. Or do you want to live forever?"
"Sanitäter!"
"Medic!"
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