Post by William on Jan 7, 2009 13:03:39 GMT -5
Username: wilhelmgoring
Character Name: Wilhelm Goring
Rank: SS- Unterscharfuhrer
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: American
Character History:
Staff Notes:
Character Name: Wilhelm Goring
Rank: SS- Unterscharfuhrer
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: American
Character History:
One of the blond hair, blue eyes, drawn in by the lovely words of the Fuhrer himself. Wilhelm decided to become a defender of the Reich and an Enforcer of German rule at the age of 15, joining Hitler's Youth. After exceptional preformance he soon decided to take the ranks of his fatherlands Army. Wilhelm had vowed to defend the Aryan race and the Fatherland, as well as the Fuhrer at any cost, Even his own personal life.Writing Sample:
Debris rained down over Wilhelm's helmet. It seemed as if all went silent for a moment as he heard the distant gunshots, the bombs bursting. Another boom which seemed to rock the earth cast more debris to rain over him. His breaths became shallow as he planned out his escape from the cover he had taken. Wilhelm behind the stone wall that he was gaurded with for a brief second before peices of it were chipped away by a few bullets.Approved/Denied?: Approved
3 men. Wilhelm, slowly took a tight hold of his rifle and closed his eyes, remembering the powerful words of his leader, giving him the strength to proceed. He ordered his remaining partner to distract the enemy with covering fire while he got another area of cover across the open street, only to look back and see he had died from sustained bullet wounds
Wilhelm took a few short breaths and seemed to dash into the open in between heartbeats. All he heard were foreign languages (Probably american) and gunshots. Wilhelm looked in their direction and fired, blindly with his rifle. The heat coming from the constant firing stung at his hands. His good vision could easily pick out that a bullet ran through a soldier's face as the crimson liquid sprayed on his fellow soldiers as they ducked in their own cover.
Wilhelm slid behind another building, not before however, being skimmed with a rifle round on his left shoulder. The effects of battle however, along with the constant adrenaline rush, numbed the pain to nothing more than a slight discomfort. He rubbed away at the debris in his eyes and pulled on his last grenade, tossing it in their direction, he rested his back against the wall, clenching his rifle tight, listening to the blast..hoping for the best.
Staff Notes:
Bio was a little short, but I can deal with it. Welcome to the board Sergeant (Unterscharfuhrer)
~Austin!