Post by Ryann on Jul 22, 2010 1:58:11 GMT
Accepted. Welcome back to the site. I'll happily award you SS-Obersturmführer, apart from a few minor grammatical errors this was a very good app.
Account E-Mail: (This is needed to validate your account) EDITED
(yes, this is the same Ryan that played Ronald Speirs)
Name: Sebastian Schweinsteiger
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: SS/German
Character History:
Sebastian Schweinsteiger was born in the small town of Kolbermoor, Germany in September of 1897. Being a small town, Kolbermoor was still susceptible to typhus epidemics, despite the development of DDT during WWI. Because of this, both of Sebastian’s parents died from a typhus epidemic that struck his small town in the winter 0f 1899. Sebastian, for whatever reason, was one of very few who did not catch the dreaded virus that winter. Soon after this, Sebastian went to live in an orphanage. He still remained optimistic as a child, not letting the death of his parents drag him down. The young boy always seemed to keep a smile on his face, and was always active, partaking in matches of football with the other boys of the orphanage. Now football was a new sport to Germany, originating in England during the mid 19th Century, but it had fascinated Schweinsteiger, and he wanted to move to England as an adult to play.
However, these dreams would never come to fruition for Schweinsteiger, and all because of a man by the name of Gravillo Princip. On June 28th of 1914, Princip fired a shot at Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary. Soon, the alliance system which was formed prior to this war caused Germany to enter a war against the Triple Entente of Russia, England, and France. Growing up in the orphanage at the age of 17, Schweinsteiger could not read enough on the Great War. He hated the fact that very early on, Germany gained the blame for the whole conflict. He felt that it was very unfair, especially when the cause of the whole war was due to a Serbian nationalist, not a German nationalist. One year later, now on the streets with nowhere to go, Schweinsteiger opted to join the Wehrmacht rather than to wander the streets as a vagabond. He was soon shipped off to the Western Front.
The First year of the war was relatively quiet for Schweinsteiger. However, within the second year, 1916, Schweinsteiger was fighting on the front line in the Battle of Somme. Schweinsteiger fought valiantly, killing 10 men before the battle ended. However, in the end, his battalion was forced to retreat 40 miles into the heart of the Reich, the Hindenburg Line. There, he had to grow accustomed to life in the trenches, which he quickly learned to hate. The constant monotony of watching no man’s land for days on end grew tiresome, and the looming threat of trench foot scared him witless. Not only this, but Schweinsteiger never knew when the enemy would attack, which made him nervous, almost trigger happy. He however, kept his watch nobly, always watching the horizon diligently for enemy movements. Then, in April of 1816, another blow came to Schweinsteiger’s beloved Germany. American intelligent had intercepted the Zimmerman Note, which was intended for Mexico. Woodrow Wilson was furious, and asked the American Congress to declare war, which they eagerly did. Now, not only did Schweinsteiger have to fight off French, Russian, and English soldiers, but he now had to deal with American soldiers, led by General Pershing. He knew the fight was now hopeless. He only wished he could live to see the end of it. From there, Schweinsteiger saw limited action, mainly at 1st and 2nd Ypres. Other than that, he did live to see the end of the war, though, as he would soon find out, he would most likely wish he hadn’t.
With the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, Germany had to pay heavy reparations to the Entente powers. Germany tried, yet bankrupted itself in the process from over inflation. The mark was essentially worthless. Well, it still served limited uses as to absorb flood water on the streets and to fuel ovens and fireplaces throughout Germany, yet for the most part, it was a worthless currency. Like most Germans, Schweinsteiger struggled to make ends meet. He was forced to live on the streets, stealing from those who were fortunate enough to be able to buy a bread, even in meager portions.
Then in 1926, Schweinsteiger’s life changed forever. Walking down the street, he came across a pamphlet for the Nazi Party. He was enthralled in their ideas of Aryan supremacy, which was a far cry from the notion that Germans were inferior, which was an idea of the Treaty of Versailles. He soon joined. Seeing Schweinsteiger as a workhorse, upper echelon Nazi members assigned Schweinsteiger to the LSSAH, which was the early building blocks for the Schutzstaffel. Schweinsteiger accepted, and from there on, he played a significant role in the LSSAH, helping with both the Rohm Putsch and Kristallnacht.
In 1939, at the age of 42, Schweinsteiger was one of many SS men who were assigned to the Eastern front, as part of Hitler’s plan to attack and conquer Poland. Once Poland fell, Schweinsteiger, a Lieutenant for the SS, was stationed in Warsaw, and was one of many officers in charge of creating the Warsaw Ghetto. After its creation, Schweinsteiger would become the head of the liquidation department, which would force the Jews living in the Ghetto onto cattle cars to be deported to extermination camps.
Military Rank:
SS-Obersturmführer
Writing Sample:
“Schweinsteiger”…The Majors’ voice echoed through the headquarters. “Schweinsteiger, you listening.” Immediately, Schweinsteiger perked up. “Ja, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.” He said in response to the Major’s question. “Good” The Major replied. “We can’t have any mistakes. We must eradicate these Jewish pigs; teach them a lesson for their insolence, their impudence, their rebellion.” The major then placed his index finger on a map, pointing his finger toward a building, close to the center of the Warsaw Ghetto. “This right here will be our rendezvous point. What is left of the Jewish resistance is in this building. If we can push them from this building, they will scatter, making it much easier to track them down, and kill them. Obersturmfuhrer Schweinsteiger, this is where you come in. You will lead your company of men in an attack upon this building. You will attack from the South. If you cannot seize the building, reinforcements should arrive within two to three hours from now from the North; we will catch them in a pincer movement, and totally annihilate them.”
Schweinsteiger smirked at the plan. “Permission to speak freely, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.” The Major nodded. “We won’t need those reinforcements. We all know that these Jewish Pigs cannot fight against trained SS soldiers, but it is a kind gesture.” He smiled sadistically, knowing that he could bring home glory for his beloved Germany. The major, seeing his confidence, smiled back at him, and said, “Very well, but I will keep the reinforcements at the ready. Radio HQ, and I will send them on the double.” Schweinsteiger nodded. With that, he turned away, ready to rally his men for the final fight to end the Warsaw uprising.
It was now 0530 hours, and Schweinsteiger and his men were on their way to the rendezvous point. About a half mile out, Schweinsteiger sensed something was not right. He looked over to the driver of his halftrack, and said in a sharp tone, “Stop the truck.” The driver, a private by the name of Fritz Klose, stopped the half track on the double. Schweinsteiger did not move from his seat, sensing something to be amiss. He could see the building, a massive edifice in the center of town, yet it didn’t seem like a sufficient defensive structure. The side of the building had been blown out from a Tiger tank, most likely from fighting that occurred in January. Schweinsteiger pulled out his binoculars to get a closer look. From what he could see, the building was empty. There were some machine guns posted in the windows, but these were just decoys; Sebastian could clearly tell the building was vacant. Seeing this, Schweinsteiger muttered to himself in disbelief, saying “Intelligence was wrong.” However, before he could give his men an order, a grenade erupted in the middle of the convoy, followed by heavy fire from the right of the convoy’s flank. “Ambush!” screamed Schweinsteiger, as he leaped for the cover of the left side of his halftrack. “Everyone get down!” Now, Schweinsteiger would really be tested.
Schweinsteiger quickly reached for his MP40 and fired off a few rounds, hoping to suppress the enemy enough to quickly see where they were. The majority of the Jewish resistance was on the second floor of a building to the right of Schweinsteiger. Schweinsteiger then motioned for the Sergeants in command of Second and Third Platoon of his company. “Resistance is scattered in the second floor of the building on our right flank. What I need from your platoons is suppressive fire. I am going in with a small contingency of men, probably around five. When I yell for suppressive fire, give me everything you have.” The sergeants nodded and quickly ran back to their men. Schweinsteiger then looked at his small contingency of men, which were around him trading volleys of fire with the resistance on the right flank. He gave them a hand signal to rally, and they quickly followed it. Then, Sebastian hollered for suppressive fire, to which the 2nd and 3rd platoons opened up a hail of fire, which successfully suppress the men in the second floor. Schweinsteiger and his men made a mad dash for the building. Three brazen Jews however, did manage to fire their weaponry at Schweinsteiger and his men, killing four of them. Now seeing he only had six men, Schweinsteiger yelled an expletive at the top of his longs. He then got ready to breach the building upon which he was about to enter. He ordered in hand signals that a private was to open the door. Upon opening the door, Schweinsteiger quickly threw a stick grenade into the room. It erupted, killing five or six Jews, and wounding 3 others. Their laments were heard by both Schweinsteiger’s 1st platoon, but also by 2nd and 3rd platoon. However, Schweinsteiger and his men quickly put an end to that by killing them. From there, Schweinsteiger and his men moved into position to move up the staircase to the second floor. Schweinsteiger gave the same plan as last time in hand signals, they were to breach the door. The private opened the door, Schweinsteiger then threw another grenade in, killing around 20 in the 1st two rooms of the second floor.
Seeing their comrades fall, the resistance leader in charge of this ambush told his men to turn the MG42, which they had stolen from another SS division toward the room in which the grenade went off. When Schweinsteiger and his men entered the room, they were met with an unpleasant surprise. The gun tore through the wooden walls, killing the 5 of the 6 of Schweinsteiger’s men. Sebastian, being a veteran infantryman from WWI, was able to hit the ground in time. The other private was lucky too. From the ground, Schweinsteiger unloaded a full clip of his MP40 into the Jew gunning the MG42. However, it was too late, the Jewish resistance closed in on Schweinsteiger and his private, encircling them. Schweinsteiger did not utter a word, and his private was too scared to say a word. Schweinsteiger dropped his MP40 and stood up. His private followed suit, but did not last long, as one of the Jews fired his pistol into the head of the private, killing him instantly. The Jews it seemed, wanted to have a little fun with Schweinsteiger, seeing he was the CO of the company.
While the majority of the Jewish resistance was still fighting off the rest of his company, three Jews took the liberty of beating Schweinsteiger with anything they could get their hands on. The one kicked him violently, while the other beat him with the butt of his rifle. The other took the liberty of spitting on the German Lieutenant. Just then, shots rang out from a German Kar98k, leaving a hole in the neck of one of the Jews beating Schweinsteiger. Before the other two could react, the gun went off again. This time, it put a hole through the chest of the second Jew. The third was horrified by this point, and fell to the ground, trying to avoid the same fate. He had taken his eyes of Schweinsteiger, who still had enough strength to pull out his Lugar and fire a few rounds into the Jew. Now seeing that the rest of the Jewish resistance was concentrating on his company and not him, Sebastian limped down the stairwell from which he came. He made a mad dash for the safety of his halftrack, barely making it. Evaluating the situation, Schweinsteiger yelled, saying to his men “Change in plans! Wagner, get on that radio, get us some damn reinforcements! Let’s finish this!”
Account E-Mail: (This is needed to validate your account) EDITED
(yes, this is the same Ryan that played Ronald Speirs)
Name: Sebastian Schweinsteiger
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: SS/German
Character History:
Sebastian Schweinsteiger was born in the small town of Kolbermoor, Germany in September of 1897. Being a small town, Kolbermoor was still susceptible to typhus epidemics, despite the development of DDT during WWI. Because of this, both of Sebastian’s parents died from a typhus epidemic that struck his small town in the winter 0f 1899. Sebastian, for whatever reason, was one of very few who did not catch the dreaded virus that winter. Soon after this, Sebastian went to live in an orphanage. He still remained optimistic as a child, not letting the death of his parents drag him down. The young boy always seemed to keep a smile on his face, and was always active, partaking in matches of football with the other boys of the orphanage. Now football was a new sport to Germany, originating in England during the mid 19th Century, but it had fascinated Schweinsteiger, and he wanted to move to England as an adult to play.
However, these dreams would never come to fruition for Schweinsteiger, and all because of a man by the name of Gravillo Princip. On June 28th of 1914, Princip fired a shot at Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary. Soon, the alliance system which was formed prior to this war caused Germany to enter a war against the Triple Entente of Russia, England, and France. Growing up in the orphanage at the age of 17, Schweinsteiger could not read enough on the Great War. He hated the fact that very early on, Germany gained the blame for the whole conflict. He felt that it was very unfair, especially when the cause of the whole war was due to a Serbian nationalist, not a German nationalist. One year later, now on the streets with nowhere to go, Schweinsteiger opted to join the Wehrmacht rather than to wander the streets as a vagabond. He was soon shipped off to the Western Front.
The First year of the war was relatively quiet for Schweinsteiger. However, within the second year, 1916, Schweinsteiger was fighting on the front line in the Battle of Somme. Schweinsteiger fought valiantly, killing 10 men before the battle ended. However, in the end, his battalion was forced to retreat 40 miles into the heart of the Reich, the Hindenburg Line. There, he had to grow accustomed to life in the trenches, which he quickly learned to hate. The constant monotony of watching no man’s land for days on end grew tiresome, and the looming threat of trench foot scared him witless. Not only this, but Schweinsteiger never knew when the enemy would attack, which made him nervous, almost trigger happy. He however, kept his watch nobly, always watching the horizon diligently for enemy movements. Then, in April of 1816, another blow came to Schweinsteiger’s beloved Germany. American intelligent had intercepted the Zimmerman Note, which was intended for Mexico. Woodrow Wilson was furious, and asked the American Congress to declare war, which they eagerly did. Now, not only did Schweinsteiger have to fight off French, Russian, and English soldiers, but he now had to deal with American soldiers, led by General Pershing. He knew the fight was now hopeless. He only wished he could live to see the end of it. From there, Schweinsteiger saw limited action, mainly at 1st and 2nd Ypres. Other than that, he did live to see the end of the war, though, as he would soon find out, he would most likely wish he hadn’t.
With the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, Germany had to pay heavy reparations to the Entente powers. Germany tried, yet bankrupted itself in the process from over inflation. The mark was essentially worthless. Well, it still served limited uses as to absorb flood water on the streets and to fuel ovens and fireplaces throughout Germany, yet for the most part, it was a worthless currency. Like most Germans, Schweinsteiger struggled to make ends meet. He was forced to live on the streets, stealing from those who were fortunate enough to be able to buy a bread, even in meager portions.
Then in 1926, Schweinsteiger’s life changed forever. Walking down the street, he came across a pamphlet for the Nazi Party. He was enthralled in their ideas of Aryan supremacy, which was a far cry from the notion that Germans were inferior, which was an idea of the Treaty of Versailles. He soon joined. Seeing Schweinsteiger as a workhorse, upper echelon Nazi members assigned Schweinsteiger to the LSSAH, which was the early building blocks for the Schutzstaffel. Schweinsteiger accepted, and from there on, he played a significant role in the LSSAH, helping with both the Rohm Putsch and Kristallnacht.
In 1939, at the age of 42, Schweinsteiger was one of many SS men who were assigned to the Eastern front, as part of Hitler’s plan to attack and conquer Poland. Once Poland fell, Schweinsteiger, a Lieutenant for the SS, was stationed in Warsaw, and was one of many officers in charge of creating the Warsaw Ghetto. After its creation, Schweinsteiger would become the head of the liquidation department, which would force the Jews living in the Ghetto onto cattle cars to be deported to extermination camps.
Military Rank:
SS-Obersturmführer
Writing Sample:
“Schweinsteiger”…The Majors’ voice echoed through the headquarters. “Schweinsteiger, you listening.” Immediately, Schweinsteiger perked up. “Ja, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.” He said in response to the Major’s question. “Good” The Major replied. “We can’t have any mistakes. We must eradicate these Jewish pigs; teach them a lesson for their insolence, their impudence, their rebellion.” The major then placed his index finger on a map, pointing his finger toward a building, close to the center of the Warsaw Ghetto. “This right here will be our rendezvous point. What is left of the Jewish resistance is in this building. If we can push them from this building, they will scatter, making it much easier to track them down, and kill them. Obersturmfuhrer Schweinsteiger, this is where you come in. You will lead your company of men in an attack upon this building. You will attack from the South. If you cannot seize the building, reinforcements should arrive within two to three hours from now from the North; we will catch them in a pincer movement, and totally annihilate them.”
Schweinsteiger smirked at the plan. “Permission to speak freely, Herr Sturmbannfuhrer.” The Major nodded. “We won’t need those reinforcements. We all know that these Jewish Pigs cannot fight against trained SS soldiers, but it is a kind gesture.” He smiled sadistically, knowing that he could bring home glory for his beloved Germany. The major, seeing his confidence, smiled back at him, and said, “Very well, but I will keep the reinforcements at the ready. Radio HQ, and I will send them on the double.” Schweinsteiger nodded. With that, he turned away, ready to rally his men for the final fight to end the Warsaw uprising.
It was now 0530 hours, and Schweinsteiger and his men were on their way to the rendezvous point. About a half mile out, Schweinsteiger sensed something was not right. He looked over to the driver of his halftrack, and said in a sharp tone, “Stop the truck.” The driver, a private by the name of Fritz Klose, stopped the half track on the double. Schweinsteiger did not move from his seat, sensing something to be amiss. He could see the building, a massive edifice in the center of town, yet it didn’t seem like a sufficient defensive structure. The side of the building had been blown out from a Tiger tank, most likely from fighting that occurred in January. Schweinsteiger pulled out his binoculars to get a closer look. From what he could see, the building was empty. There were some machine guns posted in the windows, but these were just decoys; Sebastian could clearly tell the building was vacant. Seeing this, Schweinsteiger muttered to himself in disbelief, saying “Intelligence was wrong.” However, before he could give his men an order, a grenade erupted in the middle of the convoy, followed by heavy fire from the right of the convoy’s flank. “Ambush!” screamed Schweinsteiger, as he leaped for the cover of the left side of his halftrack. “Everyone get down!” Now, Schweinsteiger would really be tested.
Schweinsteiger quickly reached for his MP40 and fired off a few rounds, hoping to suppress the enemy enough to quickly see where they were. The majority of the Jewish resistance was on the second floor of a building to the right of Schweinsteiger. Schweinsteiger then motioned for the Sergeants in command of Second and Third Platoon of his company. “Resistance is scattered in the second floor of the building on our right flank. What I need from your platoons is suppressive fire. I am going in with a small contingency of men, probably around five. When I yell for suppressive fire, give me everything you have.” The sergeants nodded and quickly ran back to their men. Schweinsteiger then looked at his small contingency of men, which were around him trading volleys of fire with the resistance on the right flank. He gave them a hand signal to rally, and they quickly followed it. Then, Sebastian hollered for suppressive fire, to which the 2nd and 3rd platoons opened up a hail of fire, which successfully suppress the men in the second floor. Schweinsteiger and his men made a mad dash for the building. Three brazen Jews however, did manage to fire their weaponry at Schweinsteiger and his men, killing four of them. Now seeing he only had six men, Schweinsteiger yelled an expletive at the top of his longs. He then got ready to breach the building upon which he was about to enter. He ordered in hand signals that a private was to open the door. Upon opening the door, Schweinsteiger quickly threw a stick grenade into the room. It erupted, killing five or six Jews, and wounding 3 others. Their laments were heard by both Schweinsteiger’s 1st platoon, but also by 2nd and 3rd platoon. However, Schweinsteiger and his men quickly put an end to that by killing them. From there, Schweinsteiger and his men moved into position to move up the staircase to the second floor. Schweinsteiger gave the same plan as last time in hand signals, they were to breach the door. The private opened the door, Schweinsteiger then threw another grenade in, killing around 20 in the 1st two rooms of the second floor.
Seeing their comrades fall, the resistance leader in charge of this ambush told his men to turn the MG42, which they had stolen from another SS division toward the room in which the grenade went off. When Schweinsteiger and his men entered the room, they were met with an unpleasant surprise. The gun tore through the wooden walls, killing the 5 of the 6 of Schweinsteiger’s men. Sebastian, being a veteran infantryman from WWI, was able to hit the ground in time. The other private was lucky too. From the ground, Schweinsteiger unloaded a full clip of his MP40 into the Jew gunning the MG42. However, it was too late, the Jewish resistance closed in on Schweinsteiger and his private, encircling them. Schweinsteiger did not utter a word, and his private was too scared to say a word. Schweinsteiger dropped his MP40 and stood up. His private followed suit, but did not last long, as one of the Jews fired his pistol into the head of the private, killing him instantly. The Jews it seemed, wanted to have a little fun with Schweinsteiger, seeing he was the CO of the company.
While the majority of the Jewish resistance was still fighting off the rest of his company, three Jews took the liberty of beating Schweinsteiger with anything they could get their hands on. The one kicked him violently, while the other beat him with the butt of his rifle. The other took the liberty of spitting on the German Lieutenant. Just then, shots rang out from a German Kar98k, leaving a hole in the neck of one of the Jews beating Schweinsteiger. Before the other two could react, the gun went off again. This time, it put a hole through the chest of the second Jew. The third was horrified by this point, and fell to the ground, trying to avoid the same fate. He had taken his eyes of Schweinsteiger, who still had enough strength to pull out his Lugar and fire a few rounds into the Jew. Now seeing that the rest of the Jewish resistance was concentrating on his company and not him, Sebastian limped down the stairwell from which he came. He made a mad dash for the safety of his halftrack, barely making it. Evaluating the situation, Schweinsteiger yelled, saying to his men “Change in plans! Wagner, get on that radio, get us some damn reinforcements! Let’s finish this!”