Post by uberethair 1 on Jul 4, 2008 23:33:34 GMT
Accepted!
Welcome to the board, make sure to read all the rules and helpful threads.
~Danny
I apologize for the other post, but it seems that they have mixed up the name of the poster (Nathaniel Edwards!??) this is the real one.
Account E-mail: burberryburner1@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Uberethair Dostoevsky
Nationality: Russian
What Army will your character serve beneath:
Russian Army
Character History:
Born in 1919 and brought up in an orphanage with no siblings and no history of who his parents were. Having little education from the orphanage, he was used to menial tasks, but he had a sharp mind, and a fierce ambition.
As he grew older, he would often get into fights with the local boys because of his inability to understand basic human characteristics, he preferred to think logically, and thought of emotion as a flaw, he cared very little for other people and had an almost misanthropic view of the human species.
By the time he was 20 years old, the war broke out and men were being conscripted, he thought of this as an great opportunity to show his worth and signed up immediately.
Uberethair killed emotionlessly and efficiently, often preferring semi-automatic weapons as they could be fired more accurately. His squad members found his detached personality unsettling and although he was promoted to leader of the squadron after a time, he never truly gained their trust.
Military Rank: Sergeant
Writing Sample:
The moonlight trickled through the branches of the trees and reflected from Uberethair's dark eyes as he steadied his Mosin Nagant rifle and took aim. His heartbeat slowed momentarily as he held his breath, the air seemed to thicken, silence, Uberethair squeezed the trigger, and the air seemed to be rent in two as the bullet tore through the flesh of the Nazi soldier.
Shouts filled the forest as Uberethair crept to a more advantageous position. He signalled to his men to follow his lead, they did without question, for although they may not like him personally, his tactics were sound.
Unhooking a grenade from his belt he pulled out the pin and rolled it across the floor to where the Axis troops were still in confusion, but very much alert. The low rumble of a vehicle could be heard in the background, and it was the only one that Uberethair was listening to.
"Grenat-" a scream was cut off as a hail of metal mercilessly mowed him down and the vehicle caught fire causing further panic.
Uberethair signalled his men to break cover and open fire, he remained behind for a few seconds and just listened to the sounds, the sound of pain and agony.. he felt no empathy at all, none whatsoever.
Welcome to the board, make sure to read all the rules and helpful threads.
~Danny
I apologize for the other post, but it seems that they have mixed up the name of the poster (Nathaniel Edwards!??) this is the real one.
Account E-mail: burberryburner1@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Uberethair Dostoevsky
Nationality: Russian
What Army will your character serve beneath:
Russian Army
Character History:
Born in 1919 and brought up in an orphanage with no siblings and no history of who his parents were. Having little education from the orphanage, he was used to menial tasks, but he had a sharp mind, and a fierce ambition.
As he grew older, he would often get into fights with the local boys because of his inability to understand basic human characteristics, he preferred to think logically, and thought of emotion as a flaw, he cared very little for other people and had an almost misanthropic view of the human species.
By the time he was 20 years old, the war broke out and men were being conscripted, he thought of this as an great opportunity to show his worth and signed up immediately.
Uberethair killed emotionlessly and efficiently, often preferring semi-automatic weapons as they could be fired more accurately. His squad members found his detached personality unsettling and although he was promoted to leader of the squadron after a time, he never truly gained their trust.
Military Rank: Sergeant
Writing Sample:
The moonlight trickled through the branches of the trees and reflected from Uberethair's dark eyes as he steadied his Mosin Nagant rifle and took aim. His heartbeat slowed momentarily as he held his breath, the air seemed to thicken, silence, Uberethair squeezed the trigger, and the air seemed to be rent in two as the bullet tore through the flesh of the Nazi soldier.
Shouts filled the forest as Uberethair crept to a more advantageous position. He signalled to his men to follow his lead, they did without question, for although they may not like him personally, his tactics were sound.
Unhooking a grenade from his belt he pulled out the pin and rolled it across the floor to where the Axis troops were still in confusion, but very much alert. The low rumble of a vehicle could be heard in the background, and it was the only one that Uberethair was listening to.
"Grenat-" a scream was cut off as a hail of metal mercilessly mowed him down and the vehicle caught fire causing further panic.
Uberethair signalled his men to break cover and open fire, he remained behind for a few seconds and just listened to the sounds, the sound of pain and agony.. he felt no empathy at all, none whatsoever.
