Post by Laura B on Jun 15, 2010 23:53:51 GMT
Account E-Mail: dantekindley@yahoo.com
Name: Laura Bäcker
Nationality: Germany
Character History:
Laura was born and raised in Munich, Germany, around 1922, to a fairly average family. There was little unusual about her upbringing, and did well in school. She was quite active, and could usually be found playing and running around somewhere. An interesting note is her obsession over staying fit—she was always active, and was very particular on her diet; she only occasionally ate unhealthy foods. Oddly, though, she smokes...she does avoid alcohol, though.
The political state of her home city was quite confusing to her, so she decided to just ignore politics altogether.
When Laura was in her late teens, she from the roof of her house and broke her arm, exposing the bone—although fully healed, she still has the scars on her left forearm. She usually tries to hide it, but she will show it if she has to. She also likes to sun herself, at home or in a park, whenever she gets a chance.
As she grew older, she finally got married in early 1940, and moved in with her new husband soon afterward. She was quite content with her life, especially with the successes of the war thus far. Her attitude started to slowly deteriorate as the war went on, but so far she didn't have too many complaints. Although air raid later in the war meant she had to move to a new home once or twice, she was still cautiously optimistic about the situation...
Writing Sample:
(Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerrilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?)
Laura walked down the dimly lit street. Just another (almost) normal day, except she'd had to help with a friend, who was moving house. Otherwise, there seemed little out of the ordinary. She rubbed her stomach as it let out another low rumble. Normally, she'd had eaten an hour before. Her plan for when she got home was simple: make her dinner, eat, and most importantly, SLEEP! I think I'll have steak tonight... she thought to herself.
But she soon forgot about all that. As she walked by a building that she had dozens of times, there was much yelling to be heard. Then gunshots. At that moment, a small group of people, too dark to make out, ran through the doors. Apparently, they were resistance fighters, that was clear. What wasn't obvious was from where they came, as far as Laura could tell. “Scheiße!” she screamed as one pushed her down, and the troops were now on the trail of the guerrillas.
She slowly and quietly crawled back from the situation, her mind running wild. Crap, now we've got these guys in major cities! Where did they come from...? God, what if this becomes common...? She rubbed her head. “Need help, Ma'am?” asked a voice. Laura looked up. It was a soldier, one of the last to come out of the building. “Yes, thank you...” The soldier helps Laura stand up. After another exchange of thanks, he walked back into the building to aid those who were injured. Laura started for home once again. A flurry of activity was building up...
About 15 minutes later, she reached her house. As she opened the front door, she looked back. There were still a lot of people hurrying around, but the crowd had more or less died down. She went in, and locked her door. She walked into her bedroom, and flopped into the bed, not bothering to change clothes or even remove her shoes. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Name: Laura Bäcker
Nationality: Germany
Character History:
Laura was born and raised in Munich, Germany, around 1922, to a fairly average family. There was little unusual about her upbringing, and did well in school. She was quite active, and could usually be found playing and running around somewhere. An interesting note is her obsession over staying fit—she was always active, and was very particular on her diet; she only occasionally ate unhealthy foods. Oddly, though, she smokes...she does avoid alcohol, though.
The political state of her home city was quite confusing to her, so she decided to just ignore politics altogether.
When Laura was in her late teens, she from the roof of her house and broke her arm, exposing the bone—although fully healed, she still has the scars on her left forearm. She usually tries to hide it, but she will show it if she has to. She also likes to sun herself, at home or in a park, whenever she gets a chance.
As she grew older, she finally got married in early 1940, and moved in with her new husband soon afterward. She was quite content with her life, especially with the successes of the war thus far. Her attitude started to slowly deteriorate as the war went on, but so far she didn't have too many complaints. Although air raid later in the war meant she had to move to a new home once or twice, she was still cautiously optimistic about the situation...
Writing Sample:
(Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerrilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?)
Laura walked down the dimly lit street. Just another (almost) normal day, except she'd had to help with a friend, who was moving house. Otherwise, there seemed little out of the ordinary. She rubbed her stomach as it let out another low rumble. Normally, she'd had eaten an hour before. Her plan for when she got home was simple: make her dinner, eat, and most importantly, SLEEP! I think I'll have steak tonight... she thought to herself.
But she soon forgot about all that. As she walked by a building that she had dozens of times, there was much yelling to be heard. Then gunshots. At that moment, a small group of people, too dark to make out, ran through the doors. Apparently, they were resistance fighters, that was clear. What wasn't obvious was from where they came, as far as Laura could tell. “Scheiße!” she screamed as one pushed her down, and the troops were now on the trail of the guerrillas.
She slowly and quietly crawled back from the situation, her mind running wild. Crap, now we've got these guys in major cities! Where did they come from...? God, what if this becomes common...? She rubbed her head. “Need help, Ma'am?” asked a voice. Laura looked up. It was a soldier, one of the last to come out of the building. “Yes, thank you...” The soldier helps Laura stand up. After another exchange of thanks, he walked back into the building to aid those who were injured. Laura started for home once again. A flurry of activity was building up...
About 15 minutes later, she reached her house. As she opened the front door, she looked back. There were still a lot of people hurrying around, but the crowd had more or less died down. She went in, and locked her door. She walked into her bedroom, and flopped into the bed, not bothering to change clothes or even remove her shoes. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
