Post by Bradenn on Nov 15, 2007 21:32:31 GMT
Accepted, Welcome to the board!
Unfortunately, you have not reached the ranks you have requested. In all honesty, i don't give away any ranks above 'Captain' (Hauptmann) unless the person was absoloutely sure they knew what their job entailed and not just knowledge of the war, but supass Posting Standards with an eye for detail.
I am on the other hand, more than happy to offer you a rank from Leutnant (Second Lieutenant) downwards. So please let me know what rank you'd like and i'll approve your account immediately.
~Thanks
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Willhem Reich
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi/German Army
Character History: Willhem was born in a small town in the slums of Germany. His parents abandoned him at birth, leaving him on a doorstep to a house owned by a lonely widow. He was raised by this woman, and he came to love her, just as he would his real parents. They got along well, rarely arguing with each other.
One day, when Willhem was only 8, his "mom" disappeared. She had gone out to a marketplace to buy the food they would be eating that night, but she did not return. Out of curiosity, he went outside, only to be greeted by his mother lying dead in the middle of the yard. She had died of a sudden heart attack.
He was sent to a foster home, and there he lived until he was ready to live life on his own. He found a minimum wage job and stuck with it for twenty years. The company was then closed down.
Willhem was then drafted into the German army. It was obvious that he had talent, for he was the hardest worker of the bunch. He climbed through ranks quite easily, due to his extreme dedication to the army. By the time World War 2 started, he was a fighting machine. He was ready to fight for his country, and if necessary, die.
Military Rank: Generalmajor, if not, then Oberst. The reason I'm trying for a high rank is due to the fact that I know everything there is to know about WWII, especially on the German side of things.
Writing Sample:
Night. A time when Willhem performed to the best of his ability. The Americans had stormed into Normandy, and he was among a wandering platoon. They were less than a mile away from him; too close for just one soldier. The moon was shining bright, so there was no where to hide except for the occasional bush that you happened to walk by.
It was then he heard some talking, and then silence. There was then a rustle in some bushes next to his. His heart skipped a beat. What if they knew he was there? He was outnumbered, and it would surely be the death of him. He froze, and was determined not to move until he was positive they were gone. It was, however, only 5 minutes since he had heard the rustle that he had seen two American soldiers walking away from him.
He crept out of the bush as quietly as possible. Making little noise, he crawled along to the next bush. He poked his head out of it and saw nothing but the dirt road illuminated by the moonlight. He crept onward to finish his patrol.
Unfortunately, you have not reached the ranks you have requested. In all honesty, i don't give away any ranks above 'Captain' (Hauptmann) unless the person was absoloutely sure they knew what their job entailed and not just knowledge of the war, but supass Posting Standards with an eye for detail.
I am on the other hand, more than happy to offer you a rank from Leutnant (Second Lieutenant) downwards. So please let me know what rank you'd like and i'll approve your account immediately.
~Thanks
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Willhem Reich
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi/German Army
Character History: Willhem was born in a small town in the slums of Germany. His parents abandoned him at birth, leaving him on a doorstep to a house owned by a lonely widow. He was raised by this woman, and he came to love her, just as he would his real parents. They got along well, rarely arguing with each other.
One day, when Willhem was only 8, his "mom" disappeared. She had gone out to a marketplace to buy the food they would be eating that night, but she did not return. Out of curiosity, he went outside, only to be greeted by his mother lying dead in the middle of the yard. She had died of a sudden heart attack.
He was sent to a foster home, and there he lived until he was ready to live life on his own. He found a minimum wage job and stuck with it for twenty years. The company was then closed down.
Willhem was then drafted into the German army. It was obvious that he had talent, for he was the hardest worker of the bunch. He climbed through ranks quite easily, due to his extreme dedication to the army. By the time World War 2 started, he was a fighting machine. He was ready to fight for his country, and if necessary, die.
Military Rank: Generalmajor, if not, then Oberst. The reason I'm trying for a high rank is due to the fact that I know everything there is to know about WWII, especially on the German side of things.
Writing Sample:
Night. A time when Willhem performed to the best of his ability. The Americans had stormed into Normandy, and he was among a wandering platoon. They were less than a mile away from him; too close for just one soldier. The moon was shining bright, so there was no where to hide except for the occasional bush that you happened to walk by.
It was then he heard some talking, and then silence. There was then a rustle in some bushes next to his. His heart skipped a beat. What if they knew he was there? He was outnumbered, and it would surely be the death of him. He froze, and was determined not to move until he was positive they were gone. It was, however, only 5 minutes since he had heard the rustle that he had seen two American soldiers walking away from him.
He crept out of the bush as quietly as possible. Making little noise, he crawled along to the next bush. He poked his head out of it and saw nothing but the dirt road illuminated by the moonlight. He crept onward to finish his patrol.