Post by Guest on Jan 30, 2008 18:46:18 GMT
Wow, very interesting Application.
I quite enjoyed your scenario though, none the less, i'm a little stuck for allowing a Female into the Army.
This is a realistic board, something that wouldn't have happened back then, but in all honesty, from your writing and knowledge, i'm more than happy to let you play the part.
Welcome to the board,
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Katje Von Reinhauf
Nationality:
- German, her roots date back to the Prussian Kingdom
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army
Character History:
Katje, Kat for short, being only nineteen, was the slyest and trickiest rogue-girl Westphalia’s ever had the misfortune to spawn. She often spent her days away from her parents, being the dreamer she was, like every other girl in the small township of Hille, Kreis-Minden. Unlike every other girl, however, she seemed to have quite the ability to lie, cheat, and steal her way out of things. As wild as she was, she was always seen as cute, which, as one knows, hinders the ability to be taken seriously. Her large eyes were often wider at the smell of a cigarette and a glass of sweetened, Bohemian-style Absinthe. Before the war, she can remember being employed for a short time at a local pub, hired solely for the purpose of entertaining the “old nasties,” or the frequent dirty old men, that would come in to talk of their days in The Great War. Her schooling, though spotty at times, was solid in form in her own mind, and she only took in the information she wanted to hear. Kat was not the kind of girl to accept that she was no good in the shadow of men. She was just as good, even if she had to enlist to prove it. Little did she know what she was getting into.
Military Rank:
- Soldat (Private)
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?)
Katje, being her improperly cute self, adjusted her bra in the light of the dawn. “To hell with it,” she thought, “I’m alone.” She reached her hand into one of her warm pockets and proceeded to pull forth a cigarette. She sat on a nearby log, as she was practically in someone’s backyard. Since there were trees overhead, and the leaves would catch the smoke from revealing her whereabouts, she slipped the cigarette between her lips and struck a match.
Just minutes later, while polishing her Luger, she looked dead forward. It was nearing daylight, but she was as stone-frozen as the night sky. She clutched her gun tighter, and added a bullet slowly into the magazine. She knew someone lurked to the left of her, and she had a good idea of who it was, as she had already placed herself behind enemy lines. Swiftly, she darted behind a tree, her back slammed against the rough bark of the trunk. Images of her death flashed through her mind like old, cheap photography. I can’t think of that, I can’t. Got to breathe, she thought. She drew in air, as soon as she did, it seeped back out, making a cloud of warm in the cold morning glow. Something rustled to the left and to the right of her now. She drew breath faster. Her skin shivered and became moist with her nervousness. She stood still. Stillness will save me… She closed her eyes and listened. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary for about five minutes. She concluded that it was time to move back toward home base, and thus pushed herself further into the woods in the backyard, towards the direction of the base. She could not help but look back every so often. Soon enough, she found herself running. Her heart pounded, she pushed air in and out of her lungs until she was gasping for oxygen, wishing for more. Katje was no longer just by herself. Things, people in particular, were watching and following her. “Schatzi, schatzi.” A voice behind her called out to her.
“Halt!” She screamed, as she had stopped running and turned around, her Luger drawn and cocked. She saw no one. She pointed the gun wildly around, not quite sure where to shoot first. She was indeed not alone, and if she was, she had the mind of the enemy.
I quite enjoyed your scenario though, none the less, i'm a little stuck for allowing a Female into the Army.
This is a realistic board, something that wouldn't have happened back then, but in all honesty, from your writing and knowledge, i'm more than happy to let you play the part.
Welcome to the board,
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Katje Von Reinhauf
Nationality:
- German, her roots date back to the Prussian Kingdom
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army
Character History:
Katje, Kat for short, being only nineteen, was the slyest and trickiest rogue-girl Westphalia’s ever had the misfortune to spawn. She often spent her days away from her parents, being the dreamer she was, like every other girl in the small township of Hille, Kreis-Minden. Unlike every other girl, however, she seemed to have quite the ability to lie, cheat, and steal her way out of things. As wild as she was, she was always seen as cute, which, as one knows, hinders the ability to be taken seriously. Her large eyes were often wider at the smell of a cigarette and a glass of sweetened, Bohemian-style Absinthe. Before the war, she can remember being employed for a short time at a local pub, hired solely for the purpose of entertaining the “old nasties,” or the frequent dirty old men, that would come in to talk of their days in The Great War. Her schooling, though spotty at times, was solid in form in her own mind, and she only took in the information she wanted to hear. Kat was not the kind of girl to accept that she was no good in the shadow of men. She was just as good, even if she had to enlist to prove it. Little did she know what she was getting into.
Military Rank:
- Soldat (Private)
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?)
Katje, being her improperly cute self, adjusted her bra in the light of the dawn. “To hell with it,” she thought, “I’m alone.” She reached her hand into one of her warm pockets and proceeded to pull forth a cigarette. She sat on a nearby log, as she was practically in someone’s backyard. Since there were trees overhead, and the leaves would catch the smoke from revealing her whereabouts, she slipped the cigarette between her lips and struck a match.
Just minutes later, while polishing her Luger, she looked dead forward. It was nearing daylight, but she was as stone-frozen as the night sky. She clutched her gun tighter, and added a bullet slowly into the magazine. She knew someone lurked to the left of her, and she had a good idea of who it was, as she had already placed herself behind enemy lines. Swiftly, she darted behind a tree, her back slammed against the rough bark of the trunk. Images of her death flashed through her mind like old, cheap photography. I can’t think of that, I can’t. Got to breathe, she thought. She drew in air, as soon as she did, it seeped back out, making a cloud of warm in the cold morning glow. Something rustled to the left and to the right of her now. She drew breath faster. Her skin shivered and became moist with her nervousness. She stood still. Stillness will save me… She closed her eyes and listened. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary for about five minutes. She concluded that it was time to move back toward home base, and thus pushed herself further into the woods in the backyard, towards the direction of the base. She could not help but look back every so often. Soon enough, she found herself running. Her heart pounded, she pushed air in and out of her lungs until she was gasping for oxygen, wishing for more. Katje was no longer just by herself. Things, people in particular, were watching and following her. “Schatzi, schatzi.” A voice behind her called out to her.
“Halt!” She screamed, as she had stopped running and turned around, her Luger drawn and cocked. She saw no one. She pointed the gun wildly around, not quite sure where to shoot first. She was indeed not alone, and if she was, she had the mind of the enemy.