Post by Momo on Jun 28, 2010 14:49:10 GMT
Account E-Mail: ritzmo9@yahoo.de
Name:Moritz Waimer
Nationality:German.
Character History:
- Moritz was born in Augsburg in 1912(27 at the start of the war) and was brought up by both his parents, but his mother died in 1932 from typhoid. His father was a pilot in World War one. He shot down a total of 20 British planes. Moritz always dreamed of following his father’s footsteps.
He has a average school record, and was always criticized for daydreaming. He was quite popular, but was bullied by a boy two years older than him named Hermann, who Moritz, to his amusement, found on the side of the street begging for food 15 years on. He joined the Hitler youth, after being heavily encouraged by his dad, which helped receive a invitation to join the Luftwaffe after his 20th birthday. He went to Munich university, and got a degree in Mechanics, and literally straight after went to the Luftwaffe training camp.
He entered the Luftwaffe seven years before Nazi Germany declared war on Poland.
He is trained in flying the nifty Focke-Wulf Fw 190. He named his plane “Amelie” after his childhood sweetheart, who died two years before from Cholera.
He has flown in about five minor battles and has shot down six British planes.
Military Rank: ABOVE Oberfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
-Scenario: The same think kept going through Moritz’s head. he disappeared 20 minutes ago. Now I’m alone, and scared. There’s a plane, probably British. I’ve caught glimpses of it, it appeared behind a cloud, then it disappeared again. he knew he was being followed. He decided to do the only reasonable thing, turn around, and catch him by surprise.
He did a full loop, he had practiced it so many times in friendly airspace, but now that he was behind enemy lines, it felt different. Very.
Then it appeared, right in front of his propeller. He swerved left, and went into a near vertical dive, to gain speed. He pulled up, he saw the ocean. He was above the English channel. He speed off, before the RAF pilot even got a proper glimpse. He felt the air pound against his glasses, time to go home he thought, as he raced across the channel, towards the Third reich in his beloved Focke-Wulf Fw 190, or “Amelie”.
If there’s anything I missed, please notify me
Name:Moritz Waimer
Nationality:German.
Character History:
- Moritz was born in Augsburg in 1912(27 at the start of the war) and was brought up by both his parents, but his mother died in 1932 from typhoid. His father was a pilot in World War one. He shot down a total of 20 British planes. Moritz always dreamed of following his father’s footsteps.
He has a average school record, and was always criticized for daydreaming. He was quite popular, but was bullied by a boy two years older than him named Hermann, who Moritz, to his amusement, found on the side of the street begging for food 15 years on. He joined the Hitler youth, after being heavily encouraged by his dad, which helped receive a invitation to join the Luftwaffe after his 20th birthday. He went to Munich university, and got a degree in Mechanics, and literally straight after went to the Luftwaffe training camp.
He entered the Luftwaffe seven years before Nazi Germany declared war on Poland.
He is trained in flying the nifty Focke-Wulf Fw 190. He named his plane “Amelie” after his childhood sweetheart, who died two years before from Cholera.
He has flown in about five minor battles and has shot down six British planes.
Military Rank: ABOVE Oberfeldwebel
Writing Sample:
-Scenario: The same think kept going through Moritz’s head. he disappeared 20 minutes ago. Now I’m alone, and scared. There’s a plane, probably British. I’ve caught glimpses of it, it appeared behind a cloud, then it disappeared again. he knew he was being followed. He decided to do the only reasonable thing, turn around, and catch him by surprise.
He did a full loop, he had practiced it so many times in friendly airspace, but now that he was behind enemy lines, it felt different. Very.
Then it appeared, right in front of his propeller. He swerved left, and went into a near vertical dive, to gain speed. He pulled up, he saw the ocean. He was above the English channel. He speed off, before the RAF pilot even got a proper glimpse. He felt the air pound against his glasses, time to go home he thought, as he raced across the channel, towards the Third reich in his beloved Focke-Wulf Fw 190, or “Amelie”.
If there’s anything I missed, please notify me