Post by Matthaeus Hinrichs on Dec 24, 2010 18:16:16 GMT
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Name: Alexei Nikitin
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Waffen SS
Character History:
Alexei was born in a small town by the name of Keiv in 1916’s. He lived a life of poverty as Alexei’s father died in the Russian Civil War fighting against the Reds. This happened early on in his life making it impossible for Alexei to know his father. With there being no father around there was much stress on his mother to become the “father” figure in his life.
Later on in the early 1920’s came the birth of Alexei’s brother Dmitry Nikitin. Though this was a happy time it was soon ended a few days later after their mother passed away do to post birth struggles. Not wanting to have to be the one that took care of his brother and also scared of Dmitry’s life being in poverty like his, Alexei brought the young new born to the local orphanage and then took off for a new place to live. Alexei believed that this was most likely the best decision for Dmitry’s life due to the fact that he would be taken care of and always be fed, where as Alexei was on his own and starving.
Alexei never understood why people could be happy with the Communist party either. He knew that they were always in control and the war in Russia was nearly half over. Most people didn’t know that though and Alexei wasn’t all too happy with the current outcome of the war. The reds were winning and soon Russia would become a Communist country, something Alexei couldn’t live with. He knew that the Reds had killed his father and this sent rage through out the body of Alexei and he continued to hate the communist party. With all of this Alexei decided that he would run from the country and to the country that won the Great War, Germany.
Alexei had not heard about the treaty of Versailles therefore he believed that Germany was still very strong and rich. Therefore Alexei made his way to a local factory park in Russia and found a train that would soon head to western Poland. Alexei snuck onto the train and began his one way trip to Germany.
Soon enough Alexei had arrived in Poland, right near the border of Poland and Germany. Quickly getting off the train Alexei made his way to the local town and found a place to sleep. Most people around there had not seen too many people of his race due to the distance between Poland and Russia. The Polish people certainly gave him many weird looks and treated him differently. Alexei knew that he wouldn’t have a good stay here and neither would he be able to get off easily as a German in Germany. Though this was a bit uncomfortable for Alexei he had to find a place to stay until he could find way to get to Berlin. Alexei had no money making this even harder then it sounds so he spent his first night out in the streets, sleeping underneath the overhang of a local bar’s porch. The next morning the owners of the Bar came out the door to find a lonely and scrawny little Russian teen sleeping on their porch. Knowing no Russian at all the family just brought out some food and a bit of currency for him to live off of until Alexei could make it to where he was going. Alexei accepted the little bit of food and stored it away before scurrying off the porch and making his way to the local train depot. He walked around a bit looking for a train schedule and once Alexei had found it he looked for the earliest train to Berlin. Soon Alexei hoped onto the earliest train to Berlin and was soon in his way to the heart of Germany.
Once the train had reached its destination Alexei was just three miles from Berlin, an average walking distance. Alexei slept at the train Depot that night to rest up and ate what the young couple that owned the bar in Poland gave him. Scared and helpless Alexei was grateful for what he had just received. That next morning Alexei had left as soon as the sun rose out above the horizon. Alexei knew this was the only option he had left been to make it to Berlin and try and start a new life. Of course Alexei still looked back at Russia and thought about his younger brother and wondered if they would ever meet again and if so what would be said. Though these thoughts haunted him through out his life, Alexei still continued to make his way to Berlin and once he had made it Alexei had no idea if he was in Germany or not due to what he was seeing. The Germany that Alexei was now looking at was heavily in debt and surrounded with poverty. This was no where near what the Russians back home thought of Germany. Now Alexei was unsure that leaving his little brother in Russia to run away for Germany was the best of ideas. Alexei just couldn’t believe what he saw with the downfall of Germany. Though Alexei was unsure about his future and being able to stay out of Debt Alexei found his way to getting a job in the local Butcher shop. This job wasn’t exactly the best paying job around Berlin but he had no other place to turn to due to his money shortage and being in poverty.
Years later in the late 1930’s Hitler began to come to power. To Alexei his views and ideas on how Germany would come to power once again were great and would work in his mind. By now Alexei had made enough money to live in a crowded and small apartment like building and he had also met a woman the he would spend the rest of his Pre-Military life with. By now Hitler was beginning to rise up his military and starting to put the Jews into Ghettos and such along with anyone else that was different. Knowing that the military would offer a steady income for him and his soon to be wife, Alexei joined the military and was soon trained with a bunch of other foreign males to be transferred to all different divisions and branches of the military. Alexei was soon transferred form his training regiment to the Waffen SS to overlook the Fatherland and also take care of the problem with the Jews and other targets of Hitler.
Military Rank:
SS-Obersturmführer or SS-Hauptsturmführer
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?)
Location: Saint-Lô, France (Omaha Beach)
Date: June 6th 1944
Time: 0634 hours (Two minutes before the first landing ramp dropped)
The beach had fallen silent, quiet to the surrounding war. France had been swarmed with the newly found Blitzkrieg warfare and had been cleaned out of allies. One by one Germany had begun to take the surrounding countries of the German borders. Poland, first to fall, The Czechs, next to fall in the line of the Germans. Country after country began to be taken under the grasp of the Nazi party and soon France would be taken also. A crucial part to the war as it triggered the largest beach landing in the history of war. The allies wanted to liberate France and push the Germans back to where they had come from before making a final blow in the fatherland and finish off the war in Europe. With that Hitler ordered that the German forces in France get to the beachheads of Normandy and begin to build up defenses. Bunkers were built along with pillboxes so that the MG teams would have a place to build bases of fire. 88mm Anti tank guns were dashed across the beaches to keep the tanks from destroying the bunkers and pill boxes. Mortars pits were built on every beach head also, having scarce amounts of heavy artillery, but mostly having 60mm light mortars to harass and dismantle the groups of infantry approaching the beaches in the boats. Lastly the beaches were covered with many pieces of wood, fencing, metal, and barbed wire. This was all part of Hitler’s plan to keep the tanks and infantry off the beaches, and if they were to land to make it hard for them to make it to the shingle at the top of the beach heads. Every beach had a shingle, made of some concrete laid down on the sand and then barbed wire placed atop the concrete. It kept the infantry from just simple running up into the German defenses and destroying them.
Soon enough the landing crafts would land on the beaches and begin to pour out infantry to attack the German lines and try to take back France once and for all. With that the mortars and artillery had begun to fire on the now approaching landing crafts. From the bunkers and pill boxes the landing crafts looked like little ants trying to swim across the ocean and making it to their anthill which was on the beach. The current was strong and sweeping to the east causing some of the boats to sweep off target and eventually not make it to the beach. Though most of the boats were beginning to tip over as the current was strong and the mortar rounds were beginning to make strong waves that pushed the crafts from underneath and flipping them over into the deep blue sea. It was a scary sight, knowing that the men that are approaching your area were to be killed by the machine guns or they would overrun your position and soon enough you would be dead. The boats just continued to show up and the Germans still kept quiet on the beaches, that was everything but the artillery that was guns blazing on the sea, trying to destroy as much of the infantry as possible.
Soon enough the German officers began to man the openings of the bunkers to check out what their opposition was doing before the guns began to fire. Most of the Germans did not want to kill as many people as there were but it was something that had to be done as the Allies had no intentions on leaving the Germans alive. This made it an easy task to rid of the allies before they had the chance to do so. It was kill or die for the Germans and they would do nothing but kill on this day.
Among the officers of the beach head defense force was Alexei Nikitin. He wasn’t new to the German forces but he wasn’t exactly the most liked officer either. He was of Russian ethnicity and most Germans did not like that about him. Alexei still pushed on as he made his way to the windows and picked up the binoculars around his neck. It was a very somber morning as most everyone knew what was to happen. The allies would land and the Germans would fire, simple as it sounded the day would soon fail for the Germans and no one knew when it would happen. All that was known about the time of the firing starting was that the ships were around two minutes away and that the mortars were the only thing that had broken the deadening silence.
Alexei looked through the binoculars and scanned the horizon. He didn’t see anything that looked out of order except for the ships that were approaching every second as the Germans waited. Dropping the binoculars back down gently, Alexei turned to the two Machine Gun teams next to him and said to them quietly ”Bereit die Gewehre und sicherstellen, dass Ihr bereit, sobald die Boote landen Feuer.Warten Sie auf den Rampen auf der Vorderseite zu fallen und dann Feuer. Geduld ist der Schlüssel Herren.” There was a bit of anxiety in the young Russian’s voice as the boats grew ever so closer. After all who wouldn’t be afraid of other men that just wanted to kill you and take control of the land you were grasping onto with both hands? The Germans were all scared and ready for combat as the boats were around two minutes away from the beach and soon enough hell would break loose. The Germans eagerly waited, most of them young recruits just wanting to spray down fire onto the Allies readying to land onto the beaches. It was a horrible thought of one young man wanting to kill thousands of other young men that wanted to do the say.
Though soon enough these thoughts were shook from Alexei’s head as a very loud booming sound came from the water followed by another. This continued as Alexei quickly fumbled around his neck, looking for his binoculars. Soon enough he noticed something that wasn’t there before, or at least noticeable before. The horizon was now flashing all over the place, looking as if there were howitzer guns on the water. Nearly seconds later the beaches began to get swarmed with large shells. With every hit the sand began to fly up and all over the place. The metal and wood began to dismantle as every round that hit the beach shook the bunkers and pillboxes as if a magnitude 8 earthquake had hit before dyeing off and waiting for the next round to hit. Next to Alexei one of the young soldiers turned to Alexei and yelled out to him in horror ”Sir, was ist das? Was sind sie Brennen bei uns?”
Alexei scanned the horizon, unsure of what was firing of them himself. The insides of him were getting shook by the impacts of the shells on the beach but he continued to scan the horizon, nothing was really visible as the flashes were nearly blocking off everything but the landing crafts that were nearly on the beaches. Alexei knew that soon enough, in nearly half a minute, the attacks would begin and the Machine Guns would be forced to fire onto the Allied forces. Alexei turned to the young German and said to him sternly ”Macht nichts, dass das Land bereit, Kunsthandwerk Land sind. Bereiten Sie Feuer.” With that the last shell landed onto the beach and the flashes on the horizon stopped. The beach fell silent again except for the mortars behind Alexei that were still firing. Though these had little effect on Alexei’s ears as the naval guns had already made them ring like crazy. Suddenly the silence was broken once more by machine gun fire from another bunker followed by more machine gun fire along with even more until every Machine gun was now firing rounds onto the men bellow. Stunned by the fire a bit Alexei looked down onto the beach and saw that the landing crafts were now onto the beaches. The attack had begun.
Translations:
”Bereit die Gewehre und sicherstellen, dass Ihr bereit, sobald die Boote landen Feuer.Warten Sie auf den Rampen auf der Vorderseite zu fallen und dann Feuer. Geduld ist der Schlüssel Herren.”
“Ready the guns and make sure your ready to fire once the boats land. Wait for the ramps on the front to drop and then fire. Patience is the key gentlemen.”
”Sir, was ist das? Was sind sie Brennen bei uns?”
“Sir, what is it? What are they firing at us?”
”Macht nichts, dass das Land bereit, Kunsthandwerk Land sind. Bereiten Sie Feuer.”
“Never mind that, the land crafts are ready to land. Prepare to fire.”
Name: Alexei Nikitin
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Waffen SS
Character History:
Alexei was born in a small town by the name of Keiv in 1916’s. He lived a life of poverty as Alexei’s father died in the Russian Civil War fighting against the Reds. This happened early on in his life making it impossible for Alexei to know his father. With there being no father around there was much stress on his mother to become the “father” figure in his life.
Later on in the early 1920’s came the birth of Alexei’s brother Dmitry Nikitin. Though this was a happy time it was soon ended a few days later after their mother passed away do to post birth struggles. Not wanting to have to be the one that took care of his brother and also scared of Dmitry’s life being in poverty like his, Alexei brought the young new born to the local orphanage and then took off for a new place to live. Alexei believed that this was most likely the best decision for Dmitry’s life due to the fact that he would be taken care of and always be fed, where as Alexei was on his own and starving.
Alexei never understood why people could be happy with the Communist party either. He knew that they were always in control and the war in Russia was nearly half over. Most people didn’t know that though and Alexei wasn’t all too happy with the current outcome of the war. The reds were winning and soon Russia would become a Communist country, something Alexei couldn’t live with. He knew that the Reds had killed his father and this sent rage through out the body of Alexei and he continued to hate the communist party. With all of this Alexei decided that he would run from the country and to the country that won the Great War, Germany.
Alexei had not heard about the treaty of Versailles therefore he believed that Germany was still very strong and rich. Therefore Alexei made his way to a local factory park in Russia and found a train that would soon head to western Poland. Alexei snuck onto the train and began his one way trip to Germany.
Soon enough Alexei had arrived in Poland, right near the border of Poland and Germany. Quickly getting off the train Alexei made his way to the local town and found a place to sleep. Most people around there had not seen too many people of his race due to the distance between Poland and Russia. The Polish people certainly gave him many weird looks and treated him differently. Alexei knew that he wouldn’t have a good stay here and neither would he be able to get off easily as a German in Germany. Though this was a bit uncomfortable for Alexei he had to find a place to stay until he could find way to get to Berlin. Alexei had no money making this even harder then it sounds so he spent his first night out in the streets, sleeping underneath the overhang of a local bar’s porch. The next morning the owners of the Bar came out the door to find a lonely and scrawny little Russian teen sleeping on their porch. Knowing no Russian at all the family just brought out some food and a bit of currency for him to live off of until Alexei could make it to where he was going. Alexei accepted the little bit of food and stored it away before scurrying off the porch and making his way to the local train depot. He walked around a bit looking for a train schedule and once Alexei had found it he looked for the earliest train to Berlin. Soon Alexei hoped onto the earliest train to Berlin and was soon in his way to the heart of Germany.
Once the train had reached its destination Alexei was just three miles from Berlin, an average walking distance. Alexei slept at the train Depot that night to rest up and ate what the young couple that owned the bar in Poland gave him. Scared and helpless Alexei was grateful for what he had just received. That next morning Alexei had left as soon as the sun rose out above the horizon. Alexei knew this was the only option he had left been to make it to Berlin and try and start a new life. Of course Alexei still looked back at Russia and thought about his younger brother and wondered if they would ever meet again and if so what would be said. Though these thoughts haunted him through out his life, Alexei still continued to make his way to Berlin and once he had made it Alexei had no idea if he was in Germany or not due to what he was seeing. The Germany that Alexei was now looking at was heavily in debt and surrounded with poverty. This was no where near what the Russians back home thought of Germany. Now Alexei was unsure that leaving his little brother in Russia to run away for Germany was the best of ideas. Alexei just couldn’t believe what he saw with the downfall of Germany. Though Alexei was unsure about his future and being able to stay out of Debt Alexei found his way to getting a job in the local Butcher shop. This job wasn’t exactly the best paying job around Berlin but he had no other place to turn to due to his money shortage and being in poverty.
Years later in the late 1930’s Hitler began to come to power. To Alexei his views and ideas on how Germany would come to power once again were great and would work in his mind. By now Alexei had made enough money to live in a crowded and small apartment like building and he had also met a woman the he would spend the rest of his Pre-Military life with. By now Hitler was beginning to rise up his military and starting to put the Jews into Ghettos and such along with anyone else that was different. Knowing that the military would offer a steady income for him and his soon to be wife, Alexei joined the military and was soon trained with a bunch of other foreign males to be transferred to all different divisions and branches of the military. Alexei was soon transferred form his training regiment to the Waffen SS to overlook the Fatherland and also take care of the problem with the Jews and other targets of Hitler.
Military Rank:
SS-Obersturmführer or SS-Hauptsturmführer
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?)
Location: Saint-Lô, France (Omaha Beach)
Date: June 6th 1944
Time: 0634 hours (Two minutes before the first landing ramp dropped)
The beach had fallen silent, quiet to the surrounding war. France had been swarmed with the newly found Blitzkrieg warfare and had been cleaned out of allies. One by one Germany had begun to take the surrounding countries of the German borders. Poland, first to fall, The Czechs, next to fall in the line of the Germans. Country after country began to be taken under the grasp of the Nazi party and soon France would be taken also. A crucial part to the war as it triggered the largest beach landing in the history of war. The allies wanted to liberate France and push the Germans back to where they had come from before making a final blow in the fatherland and finish off the war in Europe. With that Hitler ordered that the German forces in France get to the beachheads of Normandy and begin to build up defenses. Bunkers were built along with pillboxes so that the MG teams would have a place to build bases of fire. 88mm Anti tank guns were dashed across the beaches to keep the tanks from destroying the bunkers and pill boxes. Mortars pits were built on every beach head also, having scarce amounts of heavy artillery, but mostly having 60mm light mortars to harass and dismantle the groups of infantry approaching the beaches in the boats. Lastly the beaches were covered with many pieces of wood, fencing, metal, and barbed wire. This was all part of Hitler’s plan to keep the tanks and infantry off the beaches, and if they were to land to make it hard for them to make it to the shingle at the top of the beach heads. Every beach had a shingle, made of some concrete laid down on the sand and then barbed wire placed atop the concrete. It kept the infantry from just simple running up into the German defenses and destroying them.
Soon enough the landing crafts would land on the beaches and begin to pour out infantry to attack the German lines and try to take back France once and for all. With that the mortars and artillery had begun to fire on the now approaching landing crafts. From the bunkers and pill boxes the landing crafts looked like little ants trying to swim across the ocean and making it to their anthill which was on the beach. The current was strong and sweeping to the east causing some of the boats to sweep off target and eventually not make it to the beach. Though most of the boats were beginning to tip over as the current was strong and the mortar rounds were beginning to make strong waves that pushed the crafts from underneath and flipping them over into the deep blue sea. It was a scary sight, knowing that the men that are approaching your area were to be killed by the machine guns or they would overrun your position and soon enough you would be dead. The boats just continued to show up and the Germans still kept quiet on the beaches, that was everything but the artillery that was guns blazing on the sea, trying to destroy as much of the infantry as possible.
Soon enough the German officers began to man the openings of the bunkers to check out what their opposition was doing before the guns began to fire. Most of the Germans did not want to kill as many people as there were but it was something that had to be done as the Allies had no intentions on leaving the Germans alive. This made it an easy task to rid of the allies before they had the chance to do so. It was kill or die for the Germans and they would do nothing but kill on this day.
Among the officers of the beach head defense force was Alexei Nikitin. He wasn’t new to the German forces but he wasn’t exactly the most liked officer either. He was of Russian ethnicity and most Germans did not like that about him. Alexei still pushed on as he made his way to the windows and picked up the binoculars around his neck. It was a very somber morning as most everyone knew what was to happen. The allies would land and the Germans would fire, simple as it sounded the day would soon fail for the Germans and no one knew when it would happen. All that was known about the time of the firing starting was that the ships were around two minutes away and that the mortars were the only thing that had broken the deadening silence.
Alexei looked through the binoculars and scanned the horizon. He didn’t see anything that looked out of order except for the ships that were approaching every second as the Germans waited. Dropping the binoculars back down gently, Alexei turned to the two Machine Gun teams next to him and said to them quietly ”Bereit die Gewehre und sicherstellen, dass Ihr bereit, sobald die Boote landen Feuer.Warten Sie auf den Rampen auf der Vorderseite zu fallen und dann Feuer. Geduld ist der Schlüssel Herren.” There was a bit of anxiety in the young Russian’s voice as the boats grew ever so closer. After all who wouldn’t be afraid of other men that just wanted to kill you and take control of the land you were grasping onto with both hands? The Germans were all scared and ready for combat as the boats were around two minutes away from the beach and soon enough hell would break loose. The Germans eagerly waited, most of them young recruits just wanting to spray down fire onto the Allies readying to land onto the beaches. It was a horrible thought of one young man wanting to kill thousands of other young men that wanted to do the say.
Though soon enough these thoughts were shook from Alexei’s head as a very loud booming sound came from the water followed by another. This continued as Alexei quickly fumbled around his neck, looking for his binoculars. Soon enough he noticed something that wasn’t there before, or at least noticeable before. The horizon was now flashing all over the place, looking as if there were howitzer guns on the water. Nearly seconds later the beaches began to get swarmed with large shells. With every hit the sand began to fly up and all over the place. The metal and wood began to dismantle as every round that hit the beach shook the bunkers and pillboxes as if a magnitude 8 earthquake had hit before dyeing off and waiting for the next round to hit. Next to Alexei one of the young soldiers turned to Alexei and yelled out to him in horror ”Sir, was ist das? Was sind sie Brennen bei uns?”
Alexei scanned the horizon, unsure of what was firing of them himself. The insides of him were getting shook by the impacts of the shells on the beach but he continued to scan the horizon, nothing was really visible as the flashes were nearly blocking off everything but the landing crafts that were nearly on the beaches. Alexei knew that soon enough, in nearly half a minute, the attacks would begin and the Machine Guns would be forced to fire onto the Allied forces. Alexei turned to the young German and said to him sternly ”Macht nichts, dass das Land bereit, Kunsthandwerk Land sind. Bereiten Sie Feuer.” With that the last shell landed onto the beach and the flashes on the horizon stopped. The beach fell silent again except for the mortars behind Alexei that were still firing. Though these had little effect on Alexei’s ears as the naval guns had already made them ring like crazy. Suddenly the silence was broken once more by machine gun fire from another bunker followed by more machine gun fire along with even more until every Machine gun was now firing rounds onto the men bellow. Stunned by the fire a bit Alexei looked down onto the beach and saw that the landing crafts were now onto the beaches. The attack had begun.
Translations:
”Bereit die Gewehre und sicherstellen, dass Ihr bereit, sobald die Boote landen Feuer.Warten Sie auf den Rampen auf der Vorderseite zu fallen und dann Feuer. Geduld ist der Schlüssel Herren.”
“Ready the guns and make sure your ready to fire once the boats land. Wait for the ramps on the front to drop and then fire. Patience is the key gentlemen.”
”Sir, was ist das? Was sind sie Brennen bei uns?”
“Sir, what is it? What are they firing at us?”
”Macht nichts, dass das Land bereit, Kunsthandwerk Land sind. Bereiten Sie Feuer.”
“Never mind that, the land crafts are ready to land. Prepare to fire.”
