Post by Nazario Battista on May 14, 2008 15:59:28 GMT
Well, everything seems well and I would accept
you, but you have to make an account first please.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: tomos_lj@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Nazario Battista
Nationality:
Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Germany
Character History:
Born to a wealthy family in the rich city of Trento in 1914, Nazario was an extremely intelligent but physically unremarkable man, who looked set to become a succesful businessman than a soldier. His family were one of the few Italians who actively revoked the Nazi threat on Europe, despite Mussolini's apparent support of the Third Reich.
This all changed in 1942, just months after Italy's official decleration of war on Britain and France. He and his family were arrested for treason and he recieved an ultimatum; spend the rest of his life in captivity or join the Axis forces. Nazario grudgingly agreed and was forced into joining the Regio Esercito.
He proved to be a skilled combatant and an even greater tactician, earning the Italians vital victories against the Allies. After being promoted several times to the respectable position of Leutnant, Nazario soon succumbed to a pure, brittle hate towards the Allies and soon became one of the most fanatically patriotic members of the entire Italian army.
Military Rank:
Leutnant
Writing Sample:
Nazario felt numb.
As if he had turned into a block of ice, as though as the soul had been drained from his body. As though Death was waiting to engulf him in his cloak.
He couldn't make a sound. If he made a sound, his life wouldn't be worth living. Nazario froze. He heard a twig snap in the nearby clump of trees and stumbled to his feet, resting his finger on the trigger of his rifle.
A voice rang out from the trees.
"Nicht schießen! Nicht schießen!"
Nazario breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. He was no master of the German language but he knew a Nazi when he heard him. Racking his brain for the botched German he posessed, he answered the terrified voice.
"Ich bin freund," he stuttered. "Italienisch,"
He was answered by the relieved face of a young boy, perhaps only nineteen, clad in the familiar grey uniform of a member of the Third Reich. He looked badly injured.
"Die Briten. Sie sind in der Nähe," stated the German grimly.
Nazario nodded.
"Ich werde mit ihnen umzugehen!" he grinned, and with that, the two companions charged down the narrow path, rifles raised high.
Translations
"Nicht schießen! Nicht schießen!" = Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
"Ich bin freund," = I am friend...
"Italienisch," = Italian
"Die Briten. Sie sind in der Nähe," = The British. They are near.
"Ich werde mit ihnen umzugehen!" = I will deal with them!
you, but you have to make an account first please.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: tomos_lj@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Nazario Battista
Nationality:
Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Germany
Character History:
Born to a wealthy family in the rich city of Trento in 1914, Nazario was an extremely intelligent but physically unremarkable man, who looked set to become a succesful businessman than a soldier. His family were one of the few Italians who actively revoked the Nazi threat on Europe, despite Mussolini's apparent support of the Third Reich.
This all changed in 1942, just months after Italy's official decleration of war on Britain and France. He and his family were arrested for treason and he recieved an ultimatum; spend the rest of his life in captivity or join the Axis forces. Nazario grudgingly agreed and was forced into joining the Regio Esercito.
He proved to be a skilled combatant and an even greater tactician, earning the Italians vital victories against the Allies. After being promoted several times to the respectable position of Leutnant, Nazario soon succumbed to a pure, brittle hate towards the Allies and soon became one of the most fanatically patriotic members of the entire Italian army.
Military Rank:
Leutnant
Writing Sample:
Nazario felt numb.
As if he had turned into a block of ice, as though as the soul had been drained from his body. As though Death was waiting to engulf him in his cloak.
He couldn't make a sound. If he made a sound, his life wouldn't be worth living. Nazario froze. He heard a twig snap in the nearby clump of trees and stumbled to his feet, resting his finger on the trigger of his rifle.
A voice rang out from the trees.
"Nicht schießen! Nicht schießen!"
Nazario breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. He was no master of the German language but he knew a Nazi when he heard him. Racking his brain for the botched German he posessed, he answered the terrified voice.
"Ich bin freund," he stuttered. "Italienisch,"
He was answered by the relieved face of a young boy, perhaps only nineteen, clad in the familiar grey uniform of a member of the Third Reich. He looked badly injured.
"Die Briten. Sie sind in der Nähe," stated the German grimly.
Nazario nodded.
"Ich werde mit ihnen umzugehen!" he grinned, and with that, the two companions charged down the narrow path, rifles raised high.
Translations
"Nicht schießen! Nicht schießen!" = Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
"Ich bin freund," = I am friend...
"Italienisch," = Italian
"Die Briten. Sie sind in der Nähe," = The British. They are near.
"Ich werde mit ihnen umzugehen!" = I will deal with them!