Post by Johann Dietrich on Apr 22, 2012 16:22:15 GMT
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Name: Johann Dietrich
Nationality: German
What army will you serve beneath?: German
Character History:
Johann was born into a family in Berlin, Germany. His father has been a veteran of the great war. He had been the youngest of three children one girl and two boys. His father being a veteran was a kind but extremely nationalistic man. He was born May 1st, 1920. At a young age his mother taught him multiple languages however he only got two besides German down, English and French. When he was only the age of 13 Adolf Hitler came into power of Germany. His father was a major supporter as he felt he could restore Germany to to its once prestigous place in the world not to mention restore the honor lost in 1918. When he was 15 years old his older brother Klaus joined the Army. In Berlin him and his sister worked in a bar his father owned. While also being apart of the hitler youth since the age of 13. He worked at the bar when he was home. They spent a lot of their time around soilders as his father gave them each a discount. Having at the age of 18 in June 1938 he joined the Waffen SS. He had received word his brother had been killed in the invasion of poland.
Military Rank: SS-Rottenfüher
Writing sample:
Johann sighed and then took a drag from his cigeratte. The sky was gray and cloudy. He stood in full uniform with his helmet on. Over his shoulder he had his Kar 98 rifle hanging by the strap. He put the cig out and looked around. " Verdammt seiner nur Dienstag " it was still only tuesday, the most boring days hue had never anything to do just to keep watch. He cracked his neck and held the Kar again. He was proud to be part of the best military on the planet but sometimes he wished to do more for the effort. However he knew what he wa doing was important too just less glamorous than others but there could be much worse too. He began to walk around while his boots clacked into the dried dirt. " Gott hasse ich Frankreich, warum muss ich hier sein? ". It was true he really hated France, not the people or culture but the land, it was so undesirable maybe Paris was nice but he was not stationed there. He however understood the tactical purpose of it. It however could be worse, he could be going against the Soviets. He sighed and went back on patrol.
Name: Johann Dietrich
Nationality: German
What army will you serve beneath?: German
Character History:
Johann was born into a family in Berlin, Germany. His father has been a veteran of the great war. He had been the youngest of three children one girl and two boys. His father being a veteran was a kind but extremely nationalistic man. He was born May 1st, 1920. At a young age his mother taught him multiple languages however he only got two besides German down, English and French. When he was only the age of 13 Adolf Hitler came into power of Germany. His father was a major supporter as he felt he could restore Germany to to its once prestigous place in the world not to mention restore the honor lost in 1918. When he was 15 years old his older brother Klaus joined the Army. In Berlin him and his sister worked in a bar his father owned. While also being apart of the hitler youth since the age of 13. He worked at the bar when he was home. They spent a lot of their time around soilders as his father gave them each a discount. Having at the age of 18 in June 1938 he joined the Waffen SS. He had received word his brother had been killed in the invasion of poland.
Military Rank: SS-Rottenfüher
Writing sample:
Johann sighed and then took a drag from his cigeratte. The sky was gray and cloudy. He stood in full uniform with his helmet on. Over his shoulder he had his Kar 98 rifle hanging by the strap. He put the cig out and looked around. " Verdammt seiner nur Dienstag " it was still only tuesday, the most boring days hue had never anything to do just to keep watch. He cracked his neck and held the Kar again. He was proud to be part of the best military on the planet but sometimes he wished to do more for the effort. However he knew what he wa doing was important too just less glamorous than others but there could be much worse too. He began to walk around while his boots clacked into the dried dirt. " Gott hasse ich Frankreich, warum muss ich hier sein? ". It was true he really hated France, not the people or culture but the land, it was so undesirable maybe Paris was nice but he was not stationed there. He however understood the tactical purpose of it. It however could be worse, he could be going against the Soviets. He sighed and went back on patrol.
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