Post by cort on Jan 6, 2008 23:07:36 GMT
Accepted, Welcome to the board!
How can i not love your character's Monty!
Great Application/Bio!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: (EDITED OUT!)Monty <3
Name: Cort Hoch
Nationality:
Germany
Character History:
Cort was born in a simple village far away from the big cities. The farming community was quaint, cute, and ever so loving. At lest, most of the time it was. Most of the times, kids his age would complain about being so far away from the big cities. All the Nazi uprising excited them. They didn't understand, not really, but all the brave soldiers in uniform with flags, parades, and burnings appealed to them. Cort and his friends would play at being Nazi soldiers, and their games eventually became more twisted and extravagant as the real soldiers got more and more out of hand. His parents told him to stop, that his games were foolish, but they were so much fun. He eventually quit, when they began to torment selected children. He went home, feeling sick and wrong. Once, they selected him to be the Jew. His friends held him down, threw sticks and stones at him, laughing when he began to sob. That was it for him, and Cort went home every time it was time to play Army.
Cort was pulled from the village school when he was 12, so never finished his education. He can read and write, but only as a child can. He knows science and math, but only on a very basic level. Cort wasn't so clever when it came to academics either. Things the other children could figure out escaped him, and his failures only drew unwanted attention. This wasn't the only reason why he was pulled, it was just another excuse.
So in all, it was good for him to be out in the countryside, where you don't need an education to feed yourself. He took to the fields, hired by his father's good friend, until he was called away to go to war. Where nothing makes sense.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
Cort retreated blindly through the forest. It was early evening, and the sky had not yet begun to turn pink, but still he imagined every shadow to be an Allied gun-man. Some wild and monstrous creature who would torture him to death, even after he spilled all the secrets. His betters told him it was better to be dead than to be taken into an Allied camp, which was why most of his comrades stood and fought. Not Cort, the poor little child.
The young soldier got separated from his unit, unable to follow behind on his first little scouting mission. Now, he had no idea where his convoy might be, and he was positive that he was being followed. He couldn't hear the enemy behind him, if he could, they would have shot him already, and he wasn't going to stop and see if they would turn up. They were there alright, at least someone was. He heard the gunshots about ten minutes ago, and Cort was easy enough to track now.
The soldier's legs burned, his shoulders hurt from the weight he carried, and he gasped with each breath. Eventually, soon, he would have to stop. A sudden spike of panic shot through him, at this realization that he would not be able to keep this up for long, and in his haste he tripped over a root. His foot gave an angry pop, and Cort yelled in dismay. He tried to scrabble up, and his hands went squelch in the mud. He slipped back down, rolled over on his back, and drew his feet up closer to his body. Whimpering and wheezing, he dared not move, for he could hear the enemy coming closer. It moved quietly, cautiously, closer to Cort.
Angry now. Cort was angry. He had been running for the last…long time! And he was not going to die here. Not like this. So, he stood up, there was a scream, and then a shot went off.
"Cort!"
The voice was angry, and very very frightened.
"Erah?" Cort replied, stunned. The end of his gun was smoking, and he shot the ground in front of his comrade in his panic, spraying dirt all over the other.
"Uh."
Whoops.
How can i not love your character's Monty!
Great Application/Bio!~Danny
Account E-Mail: (EDITED OUT!)Monty <3
Name: Cort Hoch
Nationality:
Germany
Character History:
Cort was born in a simple village far away from the big cities. The farming community was quaint, cute, and ever so loving. At lest, most of the time it was. Most of the times, kids his age would complain about being so far away from the big cities. All the Nazi uprising excited them. They didn't understand, not really, but all the brave soldiers in uniform with flags, parades, and burnings appealed to them. Cort and his friends would play at being Nazi soldiers, and their games eventually became more twisted and extravagant as the real soldiers got more and more out of hand. His parents told him to stop, that his games were foolish, but they were so much fun. He eventually quit, when they began to torment selected children. He went home, feeling sick and wrong. Once, they selected him to be the Jew. His friends held him down, threw sticks and stones at him, laughing when he began to sob. That was it for him, and Cort went home every time it was time to play Army.
Cort was pulled from the village school when he was 12, so never finished his education. He can read and write, but only as a child can. He knows science and math, but only on a very basic level. Cort wasn't so clever when it came to academics either. Things the other children could figure out escaped him, and his failures only drew unwanted attention. This wasn't the only reason why he was pulled, it was just another excuse.
So in all, it was good for him to be out in the countryside, where you don't need an education to feed yourself. He took to the fields, hired by his father's good friend, until he was called away to go to war. Where nothing makes sense.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
Cort retreated blindly through the forest. It was early evening, and the sky had not yet begun to turn pink, but still he imagined every shadow to be an Allied gun-man. Some wild and monstrous creature who would torture him to death, even after he spilled all the secrets. His betters told him it was better to be dead than to be taken into an Allied camp, which was why most of his comrades stood and fought. Not Cort, the poor little child.
The young soldier got separated from his unit, unable to follow behind on his first little scouting mission. Now, he had no idea where his convoy might be, and he was positive that he was being followed. He couldn't hear the enemy behind him, if he could, they would have shot him already, and he wasn't going to stop and see if they would turn up. They were there alright, at least someone was. He heard the gunshots about ten minutes ago, and Cort was easy enough to track now.
The soldier's legs burned, his shoulders hurt from the weight he carried, and he gasped with each breath. Eventually, soon, he would have to stop. A sudden spike of panic shot through him, at this realization that he would not be able to keep this up for long, and in his haste he tripped over a root. His foot gave an angry pop, and Cort yelled in dismay. He tried to scrabble up, and his hands went squelch in the mud. He slipped back down, rolled over on his back, and drew his feet up closer to his body. Whimpering and wheezing, he dared not move, for he could hear the enemy coming closer. It moved quietly, cautiously, closer to Cort.
Angry now. Cort was angry. He had been running for the last…long time! And he was not going to die here. Not like this. So, he stood up, there was a scream, and then a shot went off.
"Cort!"
The voice was angry, and very very frightened.
"Erah?" Cort replied, stunned. The end of his gun was smoking, and he shot the ground in front of his comrade in his panic, spraying dirt all over the other.
"Uh."
Whoops.