Post by monty on Dec 7, 2007 21:07:27 GMT
Heyy Heyy!
That's absoloutely fine, i said you could do this from the prior board we was on -- just glad to have you around again.
I hope all has gone well sine we last spoke?
Again, WELCOME TO THE BOARD!
~Danny
[So, I'm not really creative anymore. Just moved an older character whom I loves]
(E-MAIL: EDITED OUT!) Needed For Account Approval!
Name: Gero Fritz Ansgar
Age: 32
Nationality? "German"
Character History:
His father was a mason and his mother was a house mommy. Each were respected members of the community, and each were pure-bread Aryan. Selective breeding should have given them a perfect baby, a boy, if things went well. Instead, they created Gero.
There is nothing mentally wrong with Gero, and nothing so physically damaged that it can't be ignored or hidden. It was his preferences. The parents are as much to blame as anyone else, not stressing enough the danger of sub-cultured influence. Before the genocide and discrimination began, Gero used to hand around with a crippled boy down the way. Born with a faulty pancreas, or something like that. Had to take antibiotics and use crutches and it was such a disgrace…
Hitler came to power, and in an attempt to regain some dignity, the avid followers of Germany's already rising Nazi Party sent their boy off to a Hitler Youth camp, an attempt to install some much needed nazi-discipline into his childish mind. In the Jugend, Gero was fully corrupt by the glory of Germany. Nazi discipline and selected education assimilated him and hundreds of others, creating a completely unquestioning military for a future generation.
When he came back at age twelve, his parents had given birth to his younger sister, Aleit. A gorgeous child with a perfect smile. Best of all, she never had a chance to grow up with mongrel children, unlike poor Gero. Society had already been purged of the minority dirt, and she would have the opportunity to get a fruitful education.
She got married at twenty to a lieutenant, and had three children. One boy and two girls.
Right after school, Gero enrolled in the military, as the law called for. His soon to be brother-in-law was once a very good friend of his at the academy, which was how he and his sister got introduced. Gero saw that there would be no point in dropping out of the military, the promise of war inevitable, and so stayed in for an additional three years.
Got tired of that, and went home to meet his sweet-heart, a young lady with a beauty to surpass that of an angle. Like his sister in so many ways, but more stunning in her beliefs.
Finally, the war was underway, and so Gero joined the Sturmabteilung in 1939, joining before he would have a chance to be drafted.
During the Blitzkrieg of Poland, Denmark, Belgium, France, and all those puny nations, Gero distinguished himself in combat by showing keen devotion at hunting down and eliminating enemies at the foolish risk of his own life. They confused his unsound enthusiasm for bravery, and awarded him with a shiny metal. He was a candidate for a promotion, a small amount of power, but his medical files were reviewed again. They suspected him of being a nutter, and that would be fit to lead. He holds no remorse at all, pleased to be allowed to serve.
He has no insane respect or undying flare for der Führer, but he is passionate when it comes to his home land. The military is what makes Deutschland so strong, and part of him does believe that the minorities are bringing it down. After all, take a child and tell him one thing at a very young age, he will follow it with blind and unquestioning trust.
Military Rank: Private
Writing Sample:
Not so long ago, the day before he left Germany to be shipped to this horrible place, Gero was enjoying himself. Enjoying himself a lot.
The day before he left, Gero had spent the day at his farewell hero nazi celebration, hosted by his proud and tearful mother. He had been fed wonderful food, a surprise to him, because such a feast was generally hard to come by these days, he was slapped on the back by the neighbors who told him what adventures were to be had, and he was given small gifts. One being a pack of cigarettes from his sister ("You don't smoke now, brother, but you'll thank me one day) and another being a parcel of chocolates, along with other small tokens of morbid uselessness.
His favorite gift of all was a simple silver watch, fitted with the picture of a pretty little blond who would be waiting for him. There would be no marriage until Germany had clawed its way back onto glory's lap, creating the perfect and sterile world for a family.
Towards the end of the day, three of his cousins (also bound for war. Party was theirs, as much as his) and Gero went down to the local pub. With each passing mug, the four started to enjoy themselves less as the alcohol began to take over. They thought about what was going to happen more, dreading the fantasies they were only recently bragging about. The possibility that the three wouldn’t make it hadn’t been a factor more then three hours ago, but now it seemed likely that they might never return to the Fatherland.
Gero turned up for call shaky, hung-over, and very sluggish.
Three months later, and his sister was absolutely right. Only problem is, you never got to bum a cigarette when you really needed one. Increased the danger. Like now.
Tonight was the stormtrooper's turn to act as a patrol. He was sent away from his safe unit, his space fourth row back, third from the left, and was made to walk in this terrible Russian land.
He wasn't dressed properly for it, and he could almost hear the enemy laughing at his predicament from the shadows of the forest. Gero, standing there, trying to hit feeling back into his appendages while holding his gun and keeping a watchful eye.
In the dark, a stick snapped, and Gero instinctively raised his gun, backing himself into a tree, snapping a stick of his own.
The movement froze from up ahead, and the Stormtrooper silently cursed himself for his insensibility.
For close to five minutes, both Gero and the unseen phantom stood in absolute silence, until Gero began to shiver. His finger went numb, the weather being misjudged and the soldiers fitted with inadequate clothing.
Along with numbers, the Russians had them beat with comfort as well.
With a short puff, Gero made the decision to move forward. After all, the enemy might be just as cold and unaware as he was.
The person, who ever it was, was gone. He didn't need to search long to find that out. Let them go, even if they were just hiding. Much too late for him to be doing this.
Another triumph for Germany!
That's absoloutely fine, i said you could do this from the prior board we was on -- just glad to have you around again.
I hope all has gone well sine we last spoke?
Again, WELCOME TO THE BOARD!
~Danny
[So, I'm not really creative anymore. Just moved an older character whom I loves]
(E-MAIL: EDITED OUT!) Needed For Account Approval!
Name: Gero Fritz Ansgar
Age: 32
Nationality? "German"
Character History:
His father was a mason and his mother was a house mommy. Each were respected members of the community, and each were pure-bread Aryan. Selective breeding should have given them a perfect baby, a boy, if things went well. Instead, they created Gero.
There is nothing mentally wrong with Gero, and nothing so physically damaged that it can't be ignored or hidden. It was his preferences. The parents are as much to blame as anyone else, not stressing enough the danger of sub-cultured influence. Before the genocide and discrimination began, Gero used to hand around with a crippled boy down the way. Born with a faulty pancreas, or something like that. Had to take antibiotics and use crutches and it was such a disgrace…
Hitler came to power, and in an attempt to regain some dignity, the avid followers of Germany's already rising Nazi Party sent their boy off to a Hitler Youth camp, an attempt to install some much needed nazi-discipline into his childish mind. In the Jugend, Gero was fully corrupt by the glory of Germany. Nazi discipline and selected education assimilated him and hundreds of others, creating a completely unquestioning military for a future generation.
When he came back at age twelve, his parents had given birth to his younger sister, Aleit. A gorgeous child with a perfect smile. Best of all, she never had a chance to grow up with mongrel children, unlike poor Gero. Society had already been purged of the minority dirt, and she would have the opportunity to get a fruitful education.
She got married at twenty to a lieutenant, and had three children. One boy and two girls.
Right after school, Gero enrolled in the military, as the law called for. His soon to be brother-in-law was once a very good friend of his at the academy, which was how he and his sister got introduced. Gero saw that there would be no point in dropping out of the military, the promise of war inevitable, and so stayed in for an additional three years.
Got tired of that, and went home to meet his sweet-heart, a young lady with a beauty to surpass that of an angle. Like his sister in so many ways, but more stunning in her beliefs.
Finally, the war was underway, and so Gero joined the Sturmabteilung in 1939, joining before he would have a chance to be drafted.
During the Blitzkrieg of Poland, Denmark, Belgium, France, and all those puny nations, Gero distinguished himself in combat by showing keen devotion at hunting down and eliminating enemies at the foolish risk of his own life. They confused his unsound enthusiasm for bravery, and awarded him with a shiny metal. He was a candidate for a promotion, a small amount of power, but his medical files were reviewed again. They suspected him of being a nutter, and that would be fit to lead. He holds no remorse at all, pleased to be allowed to serve.
He has no insane respect or undying flare for der Führer, but he is passionate when it comes to his home land. The military is what makes Deutschland so strong, and part of him does believe that the minorities are bringing it down. After all, take a child and tell him one thing at a very young age, he will follow it with blind and unquestioning trust.
Military Rank: Private
Writing Sample:
Not so long ago, the day before he left Germany to be shipped to this horrible place, Gero was enjoying himself. Enjoying himself a lot.
The day before he left, Gero had spent the day at his farewell hero nazi celebration, hosted by his proud and tearful mother. He had been fed wonderful food, a surprise to him, because such a feast was generally hard to come by these days, he was slapped on the back by the neighbors who told him what adventures were to be had, and he was given small gifts. One being a pack of cigarettes from his sister ("You don't smoke now, brother, but you'll thank me one day) and another being a parcel of chocolates, along with other small tokens of morbid uselessness.
His favorite gift of all was a simple silver watch, fitted with the picture of a pretty little blond who would be waiting for him. There would be no marriage until Germany had clawed its way back onto glory's lap, creating the perfect and sterile world for a family.
Towards the end of the day, three of his cousins (also bound for war. Party was theirs, as much as his) and Gero went down to the local pub. With each passing mug, the four started to enjoy themselves less as the alcohol began to take over. They thought about what was going to happen more, dreading the fantasies they were only recently bragging about. The possibility that the three wouldn’t make it hadn’t been a factor more then three hours ago, but now it seemed likely that they might never return to the Fatherland.
Gero turned up for call shaky, hung-over, and very sluggish.
Three months later, and his sister was absolutely right. Only problem is, you never got to bum a cigarette when you really needed one. Increased the danger. Like now.
Tonight was the stormtrooper's turn to act as a patrol. He was sent away from his safe unit, his space fourth row back, third from the left, and was made to walk in this terrible Russian land.
He wasn't dressed properly for it, and he could almost hear the enemy laughing at his predicament from the shadows of the forest. Gero, standing there, trying to hit feeling back into his appendages while holding his gun and keeping a watchful eye.
In the dark, a stick snapped, and Gero instinctively raised his gun, backing himself into a tree, snapping a stick of his own.
The movement froze from up ahead, and the Stormtrooper silently cursed himself for his insensibility.
For close to five minutes, both Gero and the unseen phantom stood in absolute silence, until Gero began to shiver. His finger went numb, the weather being misjudged and the soldiers fitted with inadequate clothing.
Along with numbers, the Russians had them beat with comfort as well.
With a short puff, Gero made the decision to move forward. After all, the enemy might be just as cold and unaware as he was.
The person, who ever it was, was gone. He didn't need to search long to find that out. Let them go, even if they were just hiding. Much too late for him to be doing this.
Another triumph for Germany!