Post by Rafael on Dec 8, 2007 18:13:09 GMT
Accepted, Welcome to the board!
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Name: RAFAEL Z. WOLFRAM
Nationality:
German (Nazi Germany)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi Germany (WAFFEN-SS)
Character History:
Rafael Z. Wolfram was always brought up by the firm hand of his father, entailing his mother’s looks, with thick strands of blonde hair and his mother’s crystal blue eyes, not to mention his well defined raised cheekbones and thick jaw line, more than capable of retaining a good thump or two. Making Rafael Z. Wolfram the iconic image of a perfect race for the Father-land, for Germany, Nazi Germany!
Rafael’s Father always portrayed the despicable image of the rotten west, how the United Kingdom was invaded numerous times by every European country, making them mongrels and mixed breeds of filth, whilst Germany held it’s head high and chest Braun against all invaders throughout the time. Making them pure, unaffected by the world’s disease -- surprisingly, Rafael’s father could’ve been Hitler himself, as his father proclaimed the prediction of another almighty war out-breaking, before the second world war had begun. Sure, the ‘Great War’ was meant to be the one and only war the whole Earth got involved, vowed to never happen again, but unsurprisingly, his Father like many other dominant males of the Fatherland, almost sensed the new uprising of another war, another era of warfare.
It wasn’t long until Rafael was enlisted into the corporate education of the Army, his parents being wealthy politicians, big brains and mouths to suit their exterior, but what really surprised Rafael, was that his father wished him to serve first hand for their country - rather than his parents serving with their brains and mouths, wishing him to follow suit in their footsteps? But no, Rafael was pushed to become a great leader for men, to experience the devastation first hand.
Although Rafael spent little years earning his way up the ladder, due to the upcoming second world war - most personal were rushed through their training, Rafael never lost his spirit in devouring the Western frontier, his comrades proclaiming him to be the wolf, after his surname standing for the Wolf and Raven.
The rest of Rafael’s history is another story…
Military Rank:
* Hauptmann (Captain)
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
Nazi/German Military Ranks!
Writing Sample:
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?)
The crackling thunder of artillery bunkered their bombs within the short distance, causing thundering echoes to ring throughout the land, tremors erupting beneath Rafael’s feet like mild earthquakes in a country that never suffered such natural disaster’s in it’s life, but rather more man-made ones due to his country’s onslaught in cleansing the planet, once and for all.
Staggering against a nearby tree in the daunting midnight woodlands of Normandy, the Captain felt his uniform crumple against his skin and his Officer-hat slant a little every so slightly. Fragments of his short blonde hair prickling out from underneath, whilst his blue piercing eyes shifted in the darkness sharply, paranoid to whether anyone saw him. After-all, Rafael was now behind enemy lines, cut off from his 2nd SS Division from an amphibious ambush along the nearby river Meuse, something Rafael had never experienced before, the Division was certainly Allied - to say the least, but whether they were American Marines of British Commandos, he wasn’t quite sure, as the attack hit them swiftly on all flanks, before Artillery was holstered in to finish them off like cattle to the slaughter.
Thankfully, with a stern hand in throwing his units around from their panic setting in, Captain Wolfram managed to escape with a squad of his men, who honourably stood their ground for him to escape into the woodlands, try and reach Axis lines in which the Captain could report on what he’d learnt, more so, carry valuable information on the Allied strength they’d endured ever so briefly. Wise or Foolish? Well, the Captain couldn’t put his finger on it, as he faired his honourable men farewell till’ they met again, knowing they’d most likely surrender after a few shots, just to hold up the Allies even further, having to deal with a set of men to guard and retain, before they could even begin to work out their Commanding Officer was missing…
And so, Rafael walked briskly, his fine leather boots becoming dirty instantly and his uniform creased, carrying the feeling of an eerie sensation of being watched, his hand lingering by his hip the whole while he was in enemy terrain, even unclipping the button to his Lugar’s holster from the paranoia of being followed, but no-body emerged, leaving the Captain to enlist his report a couple of days later from the rough walking and sleeping, before retaining replacements for his honourable division, unstained or unmarked for being injured in action.
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: RAFAEL Z. WOLFRAM
Nationality:
German (Nazi Germany)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi Germany (WAFFEN-SS)
Character History:
Rafael Z. Wolfram was always brought up by the firm hand of his father, entailing his mother’s looks, with thick strands of blonde hair and his mother’s crystal blue eyes, not to mention his well defined raised cheekbones and thick jaw line, more than capable of retaining a good thump or two. Making Rafael Z. Wolfram the iconic image of a perfect race for the Father-land, for Germany, Nazi Germany!
Rafael’s Father always portrayed the despicable image of the rotten west, how the United Kingdom was invaded numerous times by every European country, making them mongrels and mixed breeds of filth, whilst Germany held it’s head high and chest Braun against all invaders throughout the time. Making them pure, unaffected by the world’s disease -- surprisingly, Rafael’s father could’ve been Hitler himself, as his father proclaimed the prediction of another almighty war out-breaking, before the second world war had begun. Sure, the ‘Great War’ was meant to be the one and only war the whole Earth got involved, vowed to never happen again, but unsurprisingly, his Father like many other dominant males of the Fatherland, almost sensed the new uprising of another war, another era of warfare.
It wasn’t long until Rafael was enlisted into the corporate education of the Army, his parents being wealthy politicians, big brains and mouths to suit their exterior, but what really surprised Rafael, was that his father wished him to serve first hand for their country - rather than his parents serving with their brains and mouths, wishing him to follow suit in their footsteps? But no, Rafael was pushed to become a great leader for men, to experience the devastation first hand.
Although Rafael spent little years earning his way up the ladder, due to the upcoming second world war - most personal were rushed through their training, Rafael never lost his spirit in devouring the Western frontier, his comrades proclaiming him to be the wolf, after his surname standing for the Wolf and Raven.
The rest of Rafael’s history is another story…
Military Rank:
* Hauptmann (Captain)
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
Nazi/German Military Ranks!
Writing Sample:
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?)
The crackling thunder of artillery bunkered their bombs within the short distance, causing thundering echoes to ring throughout the land, tremors erupting beneath Rafael’s feet like mild earthquakes in a country that never suffered such natural disaster’s in it’s life, but rather more man-made ones due to his country’s onslaught in cleansing the planet, once and for all.
Staggering against a nearby tree in the daunting midnight woodlands of Normandy, the Captain felt his uniform crumple against his skin and his Officer-hat slant a little every so slightly. Fragments of his short blonde hair prickling out from underneath, whilst his blue piercing eyes shifted in the darkness sharply, paranoid to whether anyone saw him. After-all, Rafael was now behind enemy lines, cut off from his 2nd SS Division from an amphibious ambush along the nearby river Meuse, something Rafael had never experienced before, the Division was certainly Allied - to say the least, but whether they were American Marines of British Commandos, he wasn’t quite sure, as the attack hit them swiftly on all flanks, before Artillery was holstered in to finish them off like cattle to the slaughter.
Thankfully, with a stern hand in throwing his units around from their panic setting in, Captain Wolfram managed to escape with a squad of his men, who honourably stood their ground for him to escape into the woodlands, try and reach Axis lines in which the Captain could report on what he’d learnt, more so, carry valuable information on the Allied strength they’d endured ever so briefly. Wise or Foolish? Well, the Captain couldn’t put his finger on it, as he faired his honourable men farewell till’ they met again, knowing they’d most likely surrender after a few shots, just to hold up the Allies even further, having to deal with a set of men to guard and retain, before they could even begin to work out their Commanding Officer was missing…
And so, Rafael walked briskly, his fine leather boots becoming dirty instantly and his uniform creased, carrying the feeling of an eerie sensation of being watched, his hand lingering by his hip the whole while he was in enemy terrain, even unclipping the button to his Lugar’s holster from the paranoia of being followed, but no-body emerged, leaving the Captain to enlist his report a couple of days later from the rough walking and sleeping, before retaining replacements for his honourable division, unstained or unmarked for being injured in action.