Post by Guest on Mar 20, 2008 18:27:28 GMT
Accepted, but one last thing...
You have forgotten to include a rank for your character, please pick one from the German Rank Listing and let me know; this has to be fulfilled before i can accept you completely.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:Maximilian Von Württemberg
Nationality:
German Army
Organization:
Waffen Schutzstaffel
Character History:
Maximilian was born on the 28th on March 1919, only a few months after the end of world war one and was raised by his mother because his father had been conscripted into the German army and unfortunately had been killed by a grenade. Maximilian was brought up to think that all British people where scum and has hated them for denying him a father. He was bullied in his first years of school about not having a father but he put a stop to it when he beat one of the bullies senseless. Maximilian was subsequently expelled and was home tutored by his mother until the age of sixteen when he left to join the Waffen Schutzstaffel where he might get a chance to avenge his fathers death. he spent the next couple of years in training learning to shoot a variety of weapons ranging from silenced pistols for stealth work and semi-automatic rifles for frontal fighting, along with all of this Maximilian also learnt how to fire a rocket launcher, set explosives and how to kill a man silently in three different ways through; the Vulcan death grip, snapping their necks and pinching the jugular vein shut. Finally, at the age of eighteen, Max, as he was called by his squad-mates, graduated from his training and became a Private in the Waffen Schutzstaffel.
Rank:
Writing Sample:
Breathing heavily from running but still ploughing on for the thought of his mission being rumbled Max Ran away from the enemy camp towards his own where he could safely set off the remote Explosive that he had set for the mission. The target: a pair of anti-infantry guns which where halting his unit's advance, every thing was going fine except the feeling that he was being followed ever since he had left the enemy camp, suddenly, Max saw an excellent hiding place from where he could see if anyone was following. He took his chance, hiding in the cover he waited, drawing his silenced pistol. as silently as a shadow, another person ran out and looked around the place where he had strangely disappeared and started to look around, Max could clearly see the British badge on the man's shoulder, marking him as an enemy. Knowing that he couldn't afford to miss, Max leveled his pistol at the man's chest and fired a few sots, the man flew off his feet without a sound and landed with a muffled crash obviously dead. Max dragged him into the cover where he had hidden and hid the body before starting the run back to camp again, Max had been lucky this time but he wondered, how long would it be until he was like the dead man, killed in a cover op and dragged into a hidden area to be left to rot and decompose? How long would it be until he was shot dead in action? These questions seriously disturbed Max on the run back to camp but he made an oath of himself; he would avenge his fathers death if it was the last thing he did. Upon arriving back at camp, he pulled out the trigger remote that would blast those anti-infantry guns to kingdom come and pressed the button, sending a huge explosion up where it all but disintegrated the guns, causing howls of pain from the limeys and cheers from his unit, this night's work was over but tomorrows work was just beginning.
You have forgotten to include a rank for your character, please pick one from the German Rank Listing and let me know; this has to be fulfilled before i can accept you completely.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:Maximilian Von Württemberg
Nationality:
German Army
Organization:
Waffen Schutzstaffel
Character History:
Maximilian was born on the 28th on March 1919, only a few months after the end of world war one and was raised by his mother because his father had been conscripted into the German army and unfortunately had been killed by a grenade. Maximilian was brought up to think that all British people where scum and has hated them for denying him a father. He was bullied in his first years of school about not having a father but he put a stop to it when he beat one of the bullies senseless. Maximilian was subsequently expelled and was home tutored by his mother until the age of sixteen when he left to join the Waffen Schutzstaffel where he might get a chance to avenge his fathers death. he spent the next couple of years in training learning to shoot a variety of weapons ranging from silenced pistols for stealth work and semi-automatic rifles for frontal fighting, along with all of this Maximilian also learnt how to fire a rocket launcher, set explosives and how to kill a man silently in three different ways through; the Vulcan death grip, snapping their necks and pinching the jugular vein shut. Finally, at the age of eighteen, Max, as he was called by his squad-mates, graduated from his training and became a Private in the Waffen Schutzstaffel.
Rank:
Writing Sample:
Breathing heavily from running but still ploughing on for the thought of his mission being rumbled Max Ran away from the enemy camp towards his own where he could safely set off the remote Explosive that he had set for the mission. The target: a pair of anti-infantry guns which where halting his unit's advance, every thing was going fine except the feeling that he was being followed ever since he had left the enemy camp, suddenly, Max saw an excellent hiding place from where he could see if anyone was following. He took his chance, hiding in the cover he waited, drawing his silenced pistol. as silently as a shadow, another person ran out and looked around the place where he had strangely disappeared and started to look around, Max could clearly see the British badge on the man's shoulder, marking him as an enemy. Knowing that he couldn't afford to miss, Max leveled his pistol at the man's chest and fired a few sots, the man flew off his feet without a sound and landed with a muffled crash obviously dead. Max dragged him into the cover where he had hidden and hid the body before starting the run back to camp again, Max had been lucky this time but he wondered, how long would it be until he was like the dead man, killed in a cover op and dragged into a hidden area to be left to rot and decompose? How long would it be until he was shot dead in action? These questions seriously disturbed Max on the run back to camp but he made an oath of himself; he would avenge his fathers death if it was the last thing he did. Upon arriving back at camp, he pulled out the trigger remote that would blast those anti-infantry guns to kingdom come and pressed the button, sending a huge explosion up where it all but disintegrated the guns, causing howls of pain from the limeys and cheers from his unit, this night's work was over but tomorrows work was just beginning.