Post by T3hRogue guest on Dec 20, 2010 0:00:45 GMT
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Name: Walter Brandtschild (literally "Leader Fireshield")
Nationality: German/Deutsch
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: Waffen SS, SS-Verfügungs Division
Character History: Walter was born to upper-class parents Lisa and Herman, in the small mountain town of Arys, which at the time of 1939 had a population of 3'553 people (true fact). Arys was a proud military town, notable for it's logical, cynical and ruthless officers. Walter grew up, however, an unspoiled child, and mostly neglected by his father, whom he idolized. His father, of course, was a high ranking officer in the German army during WWI, but had retired before the outbreak of the second. He was occasionally called in, as a strong and loyal supporter to Hitler, as an aide to the Wehrmacht. His mother, too, was a strong supporter of Hitler, but showed it more through doing housework, like women were meant to.
Since Walter was an only child he never socialized especially well (only helping add to his ruthlessness later in life), although he was one of the first to join up the Hitler Youth service, later becoming group leader of his sector.
When he passed the maximum age for the Hitler Youth, he was hand selected for the prestigious position of Sturmtruppen in Hitler's Praetorian Guard - the Verfügungs of the SS. It was at this point in his life his mother turned away from Hitler, viewing him more of an animal. However, she would never publicly declare such until late in 1943, which would lead to a family split.
Walter has blonde hair, and deep azure eyes, with a well toned body from years of hard exercise in the Hitler Youth. He also has a relatively deep voice, and is quite tall, making him the perfect poster child of Aryan superiority.
Military Rank: SS-Hauptscharführer (preferably)
SS-Unterscharführer (if not the above)
Writing Sample:Walter thought back to his first encounter with the Russians, his first taste of action on the eastern front. He'd been a lowly Stormtrooper then, and nothing like the man that was sitting back on his bed with a cigarette in his mouth, watching his men playing cards and laughing like there wasn't a war on:
Walter had his head down. The Russians were charging again, and though whilst Walter had no doubt that they were no match for the SS, he decided there was no point risking it. Just in case. There was a smattering from gunfire on their side, as the poor men navigated the treacherous frozen ground, before Walter heard the roar of his officer, standing next to him, telling the SS to "beat the communist bastards backwards!"
Walter dutifully stood up, for he was afraid of no Russian, and let loose with his MP40. All along the German line, a withering fire of lead was spat out of the muzzles of guns, that even the sound of would send a strong man ducking for cover. Walter heard the coarse laugh of his officer, Willhelm, as he made his way to the MG42 machinegun nest.
For all their poor equipment, Walter thought, they sure do not lack courage, as he stood up, targeted a lone man scrambling on the ground for a rifle. Or perhaps spare ammunition. Walter didn't care, merely peppered the man with 9mm bullets before diving for cover as a single shot went straight over his head. "Gott in Himmel!" Walter cried, shaking slightly, realizing he'd almost been killed by a Russian! He looked left suddenly, out of some compelling urge, and time seemed to slow. He watched, as Willhelm pointed his luger at someone, then a spark and Willhelm wheeled around with a cry; a long, drawn out animal moan of pain and misery. Without thinking, Walter got up and legged it towards Willhelm, and cried for a medic at the top of his lungs. He called for his NCO, but there was no answer. Desperately looking around, he watched as two other fellow Germans fell to Russian bullets. "Sheiss!" he yelled. He wasn't ready for command. Not yet. He'd been group leader, but this was different. Gently, he closed the eyes of his commander, and stood up. "He'd dead. The animals killed him. Show them the power of the Germans, and the power of Adolf Hitler!" he yelled, so loud his voice cracked with pain, though it must have sounded like sorrow. "KILL THEM ALL" he yelled, not really concentrating, just yelling and shooting. He pushed the gunner off the MG42, and proceeded spitting bullets all over the Russian lines, peppering men and sending one poor Russian soldier crawling back to his lines with his legs attached only by strings (where he was duly shot by a commissar for cowardice). Finally, after seemed like an age but was only a couple of minutes, the sounds of gunfire drew to a close. Walter fired a few more shots from the already overheated barrel of the machine gun, and sat back. And laughed. And laughed. He knew the other men were looking at him, scared as he peppered dead Russians with ammunition. Eventually, he was wrestled from the gun by another officer, who'd apparently been in the fighting, who reprimanded him on wasting valuable ammunition, but was delighted that he did Hitler's will so gleefully.
Yes, Walter thought, very different
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: James Murdoch, via another RP
Name: Walter Brandtschild (literally "Leader Fireshield")
Nationality: German/Deutsch
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: Waffen SS, SS-Verfügungs Division
Character History: Walter was born to upper-class parents Lisa and Herman, in the small mountain town of Arys, which at the time of 1939 had a population of 3'553 people (true fact). Arys was a proud military town, notable for it's logical, cynical and ruthless officers. Walter grew up, however, an unspoiled child, and mostly neglected by his father, whom he idolized. His father, of course, was a high ranking officer in the German army during WWI, but had retired before the outbreak of the second. He was occasionally called in, as a strong and loyal supporter to Hitler, as an aide to the Wehrmacht. His mother, too, was a strong supporter of Hitler, but showed it more through doing housework, like women were meant to.
Since Walter was an only child he never socialized especially well (only helping add to his ruthlessness later in life), although he was one of the first to join up the Hitler Youth service, later becoming group leader of his sector.
When he passed the maximum age for the Hitler Youth, he was hand selected for the prestigious position of Sturmtruppen in Hitler's Praetorian Guard - the Verfügungs of the SS. It was at this point in his life his mother turned away from Hitler, viewing him more of an animal. However, she would never publicly declare such until late in 1943, which would lead to a family split.
Walter has blonde hair, and deep azure eyes, with a well toned body from years of hard exercise in the Hitler Youth. He also has a relatively deep voice, and is quite tall, making him the perfect poster child of Aryan superiority.
Military Rank: SS-Hauptscharführer (preferably)
SS-Unterscharführer (if not the above)
Writing Sample:Walter thought back to his first encounter with the Russians, his first taste of action on the eastern front. He'd been a lowly Stormtrooper then, and nothing like the man that was sitting back on his bed with a cigarette in his mouth, watching his men playing cards and laughing like there wasn't a war on:
Walter had his head down. The Russians were charging again, and though whilst Walter had no doubt that they were no match for the SS, he decided there was no point risking it. Just in case. There was a smattering from gunfire on their side, as the poor men navigated the treacherous frozen ground, before Walter heard the roar of his officer, standing next to him, telling the SS to "beat the communist bastards backwards!"
Walter dutifully stood up, for he was afraid of no Russian, and let loose with his MP40. All along the German line, a withering fire of lead was spat out of the muzzles of guns, that even the sound of would send a strong man ducking for cover. Walter heard the coarse laugh of his officer, Willhelm, as he made his way to the MG42 machinegun nest.
For all their poor equipment, Walter thought, they sure do not lack courage, as he stood up, targeted a lone man scrambling on the ground for a rifle. Or perhaps spare ammunition. Walter didn't care, merely peppered the man with 9mm bullets before diving for cover as a single shot went straight over his head. "Gott in Himmel!" Walter cried, shaking slightly, realizing he'd almost been killed by a Russian! He looked left suddenly, out of some compelling urge, and time seemed to slow. He watched, as Willhelm pointed his luger at someone, then a spark and Willhelm wheeled around with a cry; a long, drawn out animal moan of pain and misery. Without thinking, Walter got up and legged it towards Willhelm, and cried for a medic at the top of his lungs. He called for his NCO, but there was no answer. Desperately looking around, he watched as two other fellow Germans fell to Russian bullets. "Sheiss!" he yelled. He wasn't ready for command. Not yet. He'd been group leader, but this was different. Gently, he closed the eyes of his commander, and stood up. "He'd dead. The animals killed him. Show them the power of the Germans, and the power of Adolf Hitler!" he yelled, so loud his voice cracked with pain, though it must have sounded like sorrow. "KILL THEM ALL" he yelled, not really concentrating, just yelling and shooting. He pushed the gunner off the MG42, and proceeded spitting bullets all over the Russian lines, peppering men and sending one poor Russian soldier crawling back to his lines with his legs attached only by strings (where he was duly shot by a commissar for cowardice). Finally, after seemed like an age but was only a couple of minutes, the sounds of gunfire drew to a close. Walter fired a few more shots from the already overheated barrel of the machine gun, and sat back. And laughed. And laughed. He knew the other men were looking at him, scared as he peppered dead Russians with ammunition. Eventually, he was wrestled from the gun by another officer, who'd apparently been in the fighting, who reprimanded him on wasting valuable ammunition, but was delighted that he did Hitler's will so gleefully.
Yes, Walter thought, very different
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: James Murdoch, via another RP
