Post by Friedrich on Jun 21, 2008 7:01:09 GMT
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Welcome to the board.
Need any help, feel free to ask.
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: simply_saxon@yahoo.com
Name: Friedrich Schueler
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German
Character History:
Friedich Schueler was born on May 13th, 1915 at 7:39pm. He had lived in Bautzen, Germany most of his life, growing strong at the hands of his father. He joined the Waffen SS on April 26th, at the age of 24, to the disgust of his Catholic parents.
Military Rank:
SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample: Friedrich creeps through the undergrowth, his boots scraping loudly. He had the uncanny feeling that someone was watching him... he felt like a mouse in an falcon's sights. He gripped his MauserK98 tightly, relieved that even if he did encounter an enemy, he'd at least have his trusty weapon at hand. Why did I come out here alone? I should have just stayed at the camp, and I would have been safe. Friedrich, you've gotten yourself into a mess this time! he thought as he checked his surroundings. He was in a lush wooded area consisting of mostly pines. He stopped for a moment and leaned against a tree, getting sap all over his tunic. "Ah, shit!" He said, trying to rub it off.
After he had finally managed to rid himself of the sticky goo, he continued his long walk back to the camp. He jerked his head around, trying to find the eyes he felt boring into the back of his head. Fear ran through his spine, although he saw noone. So he turned and started walking yet again, this time trying to be as quiet as he could. This was not easy when every other step you took was accompanied by a loud "CRUNCH!" of a pinecone being crushed by his boots.
Friedrich paused, listening closely. Hmmm. Footsteps? This isn't good. He thought to himself. He started at a run, and the footsteps followed. He stopped suddenly and there was an offbeat step somewhere behind him. "Show yourself!" He shouted, looking down the sights of his rifle in the direction of the footsteps.
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Welcome to the board.
Need any help, feel free to ask.~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail: simply_saxon@yahoo.com
Name: Friedrich Schueler
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German
Character History:
Friedich Schueler was born on May 13th, 1915 at 7:39pm. He had lived in Bautzen, Germany most of his life, growing strong at the hands of his father. He joined the Waffen SS on April 26th, at the age of 24, to the disgust of his Catholic parents.
Military Rank:
SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample: Friedrich creeps through the undergrowth, his boots scraping loudly. He had the uncanny feeling that someone was watching him... he felt like a mouse in an falcon's sights. He gripped his MauserK98 tightly, relieved that even if he did encounter an enemy, he'd at least have his trusty weapon at hand. Why did I come out here alone? I should have just stayed at the camp, and I would have been safe. Friedrich, you've gotten yourself into a mess this time! he thought as he checked his surroundings. He was in a lush wooded area consisting of mostly pines. He stopped for a moment and leaned against a tree, getting sap all over his tunic. "Ah, shit!" He said, trying to rub it off.
After he had finally managed to rid himself of the sticky goo, he continued his long walk back to the camp. He jerked his head around, trying to find the eyes he felt boring into the back of his head. Fear ran through his spine, although he saw noone. So he turned and started walking yet again, this time trying to be as quiet as he could. This was not easy when every other step you took was accompanied by a loud "CRUNCH!" of a pinecone being crushed by his boots.
Friedrich paused, listening closely. Hmmm. Footsteps? This isn't good. He thought to himself. He started at a run, and the footsteps followed. He stopped suddenly and there was an offbeat step somewhere behind him. "Show yourself!" He shouted, looking down the sights of his rifle in the direction of the footsteps.
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)