Post by 2LT. Adrian Cruz on Oct 27, 2010 20:30:36 GMT
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Name: Adalrik Moldenhauer
Nationality:
Prussian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Waffen-SS
Character History:
Aldarik Moldenhauer was born in Königsberg, East Prussia on January 11th, 1910. His father was successful owner of a Steel Mill outside the famed port city and his mother was the daughter of a highly decorated Prussian officer who had been made famous during the Franco-Prussian War. Aldarik grew up with an older sister and three older brothers, having been the baby of the family he was treated as such. Aldarik was also the only one to act out constantly for more and more attention. For this he was sent to an English boarding school near Yorkshire. There he learned to speak English, Latin and French fluently.
At boarding school he was constantly bullied for being from "Hun Land" and most of his fellow students looked upon him as one would look upon a suspected spy. He learned to hate the English almost as much as he hated his parents for sending him to a school so far away from his homeland. Finally, he graduated with honors from the school in 1928. He was sent back to Prussia to find a weakened German state and his father's business collapsing. He was forced to move out by his mother and father, who could not afford to take care of him any longer. He moved to Munich, Bavaria, in Southern Germany.
Aldarik landed a job in an expensive restaurant as a waiter, not because he had any particular skill set, but because most people thought he was rather nice to look at. He was able to afford a small apartment and soon his life would change for better or worse as he discovered a man who was fueling the population of Germany with his energetic speeches. This man was named Adolf Hilter, a God in the eyes of the young Aldarik. As soon as he went to one Nazi rally, he was hooked. He followed the loved leader of the National Socialist German Woker's Party around the country as he spoke out against common enemies of the German people; Jews, Communists, Catholics, Gays, Gypsies and many more. It was something Aldarik was happy to be a part of.
In 1933, when Hitler came to power in Germany and named himself both Chancellor and Fuhrer, Aldarik was caught up in the movement. He immediately joined Hitler's bodyguards, the SS. The young man was proud to call himself a Nazi, and one of Hitler's elite. He even participated in the arrest of the SS's former parent organization; the SA's leading members. As they purged the Reich of non-believers and social ills, Aldarik finally felt that he was important. He was one of the first people in his unit to volunteer to join the blossoming military arm of the SS, the Waffen-SS. He volunteered just in time to see the Invasion of Poland in September of 1939. Though he didn't participate in the war until October when the 3rd SS Division, Totenkopf was formed, he still felt like he had been there in spirit.
In October of 1939, the 3rd SS was immediately sent to Belgium to assist with the invasion of France and the Low Countries. Even though the 3rd SS fought fanatically, they suffered heavy losses. Aldarik was no exception to the fanatical fighting, he even suffered two injuries in Belgium, being hospitalized once. He participated in the blood shed with an almost childish eagerness. He helped massacre captured Allied soldiers, at times even enjoying it. He fought for what he believed was right, for Aryan supremacy and a Thousand Year Reich. And in 1941, the horrors of war would be fully realized as the 3rd SS was moved to Russia and the Balkans to participate in Operation Barbarossa.
During the initial fighting in Russia, Aldarik and the other members of the S.S. reveled in glory as they swiftly crushed the unprepared Red Army. Aldarik thought the SS was invincible, and so did many of the other men he fought with. As the Red Army was pushed in to a pocket around Moscow, Aldarik and other members of the German Military would witness the true might of the Soviets. As the winter of 1941 set in, Aldarik witnessed things he would never forget. He witnessed men freezing to death in subzero temperatures. He witnessed men eating other men when supplies were beyond the stretching point. It was like the worst nightmare he had ever seen. Aldarik was wounded by a Russian grenade just before the entire German Army was pushed from Moscow back to what would culminate as the bloodiest and most desperate battle in Human history. This place was a large port city on the river Volga. This place was Stalingrad.
Aldarik returned to his unit just before Stalingrad began, and what he saw was an exhausted army. The battle to come would be something he would remember the rest of his life.
Military Rank:
SS-Scharführer
Writing Sample:
It was cold, so unbearably cold. Scharführer Aldarik Moldenhauer trudged through the snow. His thick, black boots were soaked and cold. He had on so many clothes, yet his body still could feel the biting of the Russian Winter. It was like a pack of dogs that had been chewing on both his and men's well-being and morale. He held his MP40 tightly as he lead them through the white hills and valleys. He was glad for the white jackets and helmet covers they had all received. To the stupid, inferior Russian eyes, they were just snow.
Al stopped for a moment and ordered his squad to halt as well. He heard a buzzing in the distance, it was a familiar noise. He reached for the binoculars around his neck and with a gloved finger, Aldarik rubbed the ice off of the lenses. As the metal touched his face, he winced a bit at how cold it felt. He looked out in to the distance, and for a moment he thought nothing was there. Then he saw it, a Russian armored car surrounded by infantry. They were headed straight for his platoon, albeit slowly, but still coming right for them He knew the power of the gun on top of the car, he also knew that if they didn't set up an ambush quickly they would all be killed.
"Breiten Sie! Ein Gruppe nehmen die westlichen Hügel und graben in schnell! Gruppe zwei und drei nehmen das Tal hier! Vier Gruppe, du bist bei mir!" ordered Aldrik, "Es ist ein gepanzertes Auto und ein Zug oder mehrere der Infanterie!"
As the men spread out and dug in, Al could hear the rumbling of the engine come closer. He signaled to the Rottenführer of the squad on the hill to have him men drop grenades on top of the car's gun when it came close. The squad leader, a young man from the Sudetenland nodded. His green eyes looking to his men and he whispered for them to execute the order. Laying in snow was never Al's favorite thing, but he had to do it. As the armored car's engine began to come nearer and nearer he saw the squad on the top of the hill ready themselves. By the time the grenades started dropping, Al could hear Soviet soldiers talking and moving.
He heard explosions and surprised and injured soldiers. They fell right in to the ambush. The MG34 that was with the first squad opened up, spraying the surprised soldiers. As more of them searched for cover, they ran by Al and Fourth Squad. The men opened up. Al caught two Soviets in the spray of his MP40, watching as they dropped. One had received a bullet to the neck and blood squirted from his jugular. He heard screams all around him as both his own men and Bolshevik scum dropped from the bullets. The one thing he did not hear was the 40mm cannon on the armored car fire, it meant that First Squad had done their job.
Suddenly, something heavy dropped near Al. He instinctively moved back as far as he could. He covered his head and prayed for a quick death. When the explosion came, it sounded muffled, and Al's ears went blank. He felt warm blood on his face and hands, his ears rang loudly and his vision was blurred. Looking to his right, he saw the blank, motionless face of a young Schütze, streaked with blood. His helmet laid next to him, riddled with shrapnel and his bloody, matted black hair framed his face. The boy had jumped on the grenade to save his comrades.
As Al regained his senses, more and more he could see that nearly all the Soviets were dead or injured. He did what was deserving of the inferior dogs and walked around with his Luger, pumping bullets in to the heads of any that were still moving. He staggered over to the armored car to see it ablaze. The smell of burning flesh was thick in the air and he saw a few unlucky Soviet pigs who had their bodies riddled with its thin armor. He smiled as he saw the gunner's mangled, burned body sticking halfway out of the gun hatch. He was still breathing, labored but still alive. Aldarik took his S.S. knife from its sheath at his waist and plunged it in to the back of the Communist's burned neck. With a sharp crack, the man stopped breathing as his spine was severed.
Al cleaned the blade off in the snow and looked for his Squad leaders. He saw one from Third Squad laying on the ground, his innards spilling from his stomach and on to the cold snow. His blank, expressionless face and cold, brown eyes were tell-tale signs that he did not suffer. As the Scharführer's thoughts cleared, he came to recognize that the young man that had saved his life and the rest of the squad's should be put up to receive a Knight's Cross, probably with oak leaves. Al clutched his MP40 and called his Squad Leaders to him.
"Die Verdammten?" asked Aldarik.
"Zwei."
"Vier."
"Ein."
"Sieben."
Aldarik took out a piece of paper and a pencil and marked down the losses and from which squads. They were acceptable, after all he had seen many more in the years before. The Squad Leaders handed in the pieces of the ID disks of their dead and Al put them in a pocket. He would report the encounter and losses to his Company Leader later. For now, he needed to get his men moving before more Soviets showed up.
Translations:
"Breiten Sie! Ein Gruppe nehmen die westlichen Hügel und graben in schnell! Gruppe zwei und drei nehmen das Tal hier! Vier Gruppe, du bist bei mir!" (Spread out! Squad One take the western hill and dig in quickly! Squad Two and Three take the valley here! Squad Four you are with me!)
"Es ist ein gepanzertes Auto und ein Zug oder mehrere der Infanterie!" (There is an armored car and a platoon or more of Infantry!)
"Die Verdammten?" (Casualties?)
"Zwei."
"Vier."
"Ein."
"Sieben." (Two. Four. One. Seven.)
Name: Adalrik Moldenhauer
Nationality:
Prussian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Waffen-SS
Character History:
Aldarik Moldenhauer was born in Königsberg, East Prussia on January 11th, 1910. His father was successful owner of a Steel Mill outside the famed port city and his mother was the daughter of a highly decorated Prussian officer who had been made famous during the Franco-Prussian War. Aldarik grew up with an older sister and three older brothers, having been the baby of the family he was treated as such. Aldarik was also the only one to act out constantly for more and more attention. For this he was sent to an English boarding school near Yorkshire. There he learned to speak English, Latin and French fluently.
At boarding school he was constantly bullied for being from "Hun Land" and most of his fellow students looked upon him as one would look upon a suspected spy. He learned to hate the English almost as much as he hated his parents for sending him to a school so far away from his homeland. Finally, he graduated with honors from the school in 1928. He was sent back to Prussia to find a weakened German state and his father's business collapsing. He was forced to move out by his mother and father, who could not afford to take care of him any longer. He moved to Munich, Bavaria, in Southern Germany.
Aldarik landed a job in an expensive restaurant as a waiter, not because he had any particular skill set, but because most people thought he was rather nice to look at. He was able to afford a small apartment and soon his life would change for better or worse as he discovered a man who was fueling the population of Germany with his energetic speeches. This man was named Adolf Hilter, a God in the eyes of the young Aldarik. As soon as he went to one Nazi rally, he was hooked. He followed the loved leader of the National Socialist German Woker's Party around the country as he spoke out against common enemies of the German people; Jews, Communists, Catholics, Gays, Gypsies and many more. It was something Aldarik was happy to be a part of.
In 1933, when Hitler came to power in Germany and named himself both Chancellor and Fuhrer, Aldarik was caught up in the movement. He immediately joined Hitler's bodyguards, the SS. The young man was proud to call himself a Nazi, and one of Hitler's elite. He even participated in the arrest of the SS's former parent organization; the SA's leading members. As they purged the Reich of non-believers and social ills, Aldarik finally felt that he was important. He was one of the first people in his unit to volunteer to join the blossoming military arm of the SS, the Waffen-SS. He volunteered just in time to see the Invasion of Poland in September of 1939. Though he didn't participate in the war until October when the 3rd SS Division, Totenkopf was formed, he still felt like he had been there in spirit.
In October of 1939, the 3rd SS was immediately sent to Belgium to assist with the invasion of France and the Low Countries. Even though the 3rd SS fought fanatically, they suffered heavy losses. Aldarik was no exception to the fanatical fighting, he even suffered two injuries in Belgium, being hospitalized once. He participated in the blood shed with an almost childish eagerness. He helped massacre captured Allied soldiers, at times even enjoying it. He fought for what he believed was right, for Aryan supremacy and a Thousand Year Reich. And in 1941, the horrors of war would be fully realized as the 3rd SS was moved to Russia and the Balkans to participate in Operation Barbarossa.
During the initial fighting in Russia, Aldarik and the other members of the S.S. reveled in glory as they swiftly crushed the unprepared Red Army. Aldarik thought the SS was invincible, and so did many of the other men he fought with. As the Red Army was pushed in to a pocket around Moscow, Aldarik and other members of the German Military would witness the true might of the Soviets. As the winter of 1941 set in, Aldarik witnessed things he would never forget. He witnessed men freezing to death in subzero temperatures. He witnessed men eating other men when supplies were beyond the stretching point. It was like the worst nightmare he had ever seen. Aldarik was wounded by a Russian grenade just before the entire German Army was pushed from Moscow back to what would culminate as the bloodiest and most desperate battle in Human history. This place was a large port city on the river Volga. This place was Stalingrad.
Aldarik returned to his unit just before Stalingrad began, and what he saw was an exhausted army. The battle to come would be something he would remember the rest of his life.
Military Rank:
SS-Scharführer
Writing Sample:
It was cold, so unbearably cold. Scharführer Aldarik Moldenhauer trudged through the snow. His thick, black boots were soaked and cold. He had on so many clothes, yet his body still could feel the biting of the Russian Winter. It was like a pack of dogs that had been chewing on both his and men's well-being and morale. He held his MP40 tightly as he lead them through the white hills and valleys. He was glad for the white jackets and helmet covers they had all received. To the stupid, inferior Russian eyes, they were just snow.
Al stopped for a moment and ordered his squad to halt as well. He heard a buzzing in the distance, it was a familiar noise. He reached for the binoculars around his neck and with a gloved finger, Aldarik rubbed the ice off of the lenses. As the metal touched his face, he winced a bit at how cold it felt. He looked out in to the distance, and for a moment he thought nothing was there. Then he saw it, a Russian armored car surrounded by infantry. They were headed straight for his platoon, albeit slowly, but still coming right for them He knew the power of the gun on top of the car, he also knew that if they didn't set up an ambush quickly they would all be killed.
"Breiten Sie! Ein Gruppe nehmen die westlichen Hügel und graben in schnell! Gruppe zwei und drei nehmen das Tal hier! Vier Gruppe, du bist bei mir!" ordered Aldrik, "Es ist ein gepanzertes Auto und ein Zug oder mehrere der Infanterie!"
As the men spread out and dug in, Al could hear the rumbling of the engine come closer. He signaled to the Rottenführer of the squad on the hill to have him men drop grenades on top of the car's gun when it came close. The squad leader, a young man from the Sudetenland nodded. His green eyes looking to his men and he whispered for them to execute the order. Laying in snow was never Al's favorite thing, but he had to do it. As the armored car's engine began to come nearer and nearer he saw the squad on the top of the hill ready themselves. By the time the grenades started dropping, Al could hear Soviet soldiers talking and moving.
He heard explosions and surprised and injured soldiers. They fell right in to the ambush. The MG34 that was with the first squad opened up, spraying the surprised soldiers. As more of them searched for cover, they ran by Al and Fourth Squad. The men opened up. Al caught two Soviets in the spray of his MP40, watching as they dropped. One had received a bullet to the neck and blood squirted from his jugular. He heard screams all around him as both his own men and Bolshevik scum dropped from the bullets. The one thing he did not hear was the 40mm cannon on the armored car fire, it meant that First Squad had done their job.
Suddenly, something heavy dropped near Al. He instinctively moved back as far as he could. He covered his head and prayed for a quick death. When the explosion came, it sounded muffled, and Al's ears went blank. He felt warm blood on his face and hands, his ears rang loudly and his vision was blurred. Looking to his right, he saw the blank, motionless face of a young Schütze, streaked with blood. His helmet laid next to him, riddled with shrapnel and his bloody, matted black hair framed his face. The boy had jumped on the grenade to save his comrades.
As Al regained his senses, more and more he could see that nearly all the Soviets were dead or injured. He did what was deserving of the inferior dogs and walked around with his Luger, pumping bullets in to the heads of any that were still moving. He staggered over to the armored car to see it ablaze. The smell of burning flesh was thick in the air and he saw a few unlucky Soviet pigs who had their bodies riddled with its thin armor. He smiled as he saw the gunner's mangled, burned body sticking halfway out of the gun hatch. He was still breathing, labored but still alive. Aldarik took his S.S. knife from its sheath at his waist and plunged it in to the back of the Communist's burned neck. With a sharp crack, the man stopped breathing as his spine was severed.
Al cleaned the blade off in the snow and looked for his Squad leaders. He saw one from Third Squad laying on the ground, his innards spilling from his stomach and on to the cold snow. His blank, expressionless face and cold, brown eyes were tell-tale signs that he did not suffer. As the Scharführer's thoughts cleared, he came to recognize that the young man that had saved his life and the rest of the squad's should be put up to receive a Knight's Cross, probably with oak leaves. Al clutched his MP40 and called his Squad Leaders to him.
"Die Verdammten?" asked Aldarik.
"Zwei."
"Vier."
"Ein."
"Sieben."
Aldarik took out a piece of paper and a pencil and marked down the losses and from which squads. They were acceptable, after all he had seen many more in the years before. The Squad Leaders handed in the pieces of the ID disks of their dead and Al put them in a pocket. He would report the encounter and losses to his Company Leader later. For now, he needed to get his men moving before more Soviets showed up.
Translations:
"Breiten Sie! Ein Gruppe nehmen die westlichen Hügel und graben in schnell! Gruppe zwei und drei nehmen das Tal hier! Vier Gruppe, du bist bei mir!" (Spread out! Squad One take the western hill and dig in quickly! Squad Two and Three take the valley here! Squad Four you are with me!)
"Es ist ein gepanzertes Auto und ein Zug oder mehrere der Infanterie!" (There is an armored car and a platoon or more of Infantry!)
"Die Verdammten?" (Casualties?)
"Zwei."
"Vier."
"Ein."
"Sieben." (Two. Four. One. Seven.)
