Post by Jesse Schuster on Feb 21, 2010 22:11:18 GMT -5
Username: Shovels
Character Name: Alban Dierdrich Werden
Rank: Oberleutnant zur See
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:
Staff Notes:
Character Name: Alban Dierdrich Werden
Rank: Oberleutnant zur See
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:
Alban had grown up in the port of Kiel, from a poor family. His father had worked the docks from his earliest memories. Throughout his life he learned a vast skills a seaman needed as he played around the docks, as most kids who lived in the area did. And it was through this constant life on the docks that sparked his imagination as a child, imagining the grand storms the sailors battled, or the sea monsters they fought off, as some of the sailors told stories to the children.Writing Sample:
As he grew older he went to work the docks as well, as any good son would do. He furthered his knowledge of seafaring through this, docking and unloading ships had become his life.
Yet this life he led left him with wonder. During his entire life he had never been to sea, yet he constantly was around ships of all sorts, and their crews. Several times he handled helping Navy ships. The stories he heard only urged him to explore the vast ocean with the strongest of emotions. His life would not be complete until he did so. At the age of eighteen, June 25, 1940.
Alban breathed heavy, his body in the grass, Water dripping down his face. "How did this happen?" He thought, "I'm in the navy, not the army!" The ship he was serving on had sunk, most of the crew dieing as he swam for shore. The fact that he couldn't save a single one of his allies from their watery graves mocked him in the back of his mind. He did his best to suppress it, this was not the time to grieve fro their loss, but the time to be wary, he was behind enemy lines, and was in no way prepared to be so.Approved/Denied?: Approved
His first actual was to understand where he was, he had seen the land from the coast so he should be able to orient where he needed to be. The ocean was behind him, so the enemy was up it if you kept the coast on your right. He made sure to understand this, and to remember that he was behind the line until he was safe with other soldiers. He slowly crawled towards a bush, making sure to stay quiet.
Despite this, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. "My god...I'm going to die...face in the dirt and soggy...this is no honorable death..." His thoughts repeated in his head, constantly reminding him he would not be able to go down with a ship. That his body wouldn't be found. Not because he would be in the bottom of the ocean in a proper grave, but because he would be on land where no one would look for him.
But yet, there was one small thought that comforted him. He was not dead yet, so even if he was being watched, there was a chance it would be a friendly viewer. With this he crawled slowly, keeping the coast on his left to ensure he headed towards safety. Soon he peaked his head out of the grass slightly, he would need to head into the woods, farther from the water.
He inhaled a deep breath, "Here I go..." He whispered to himself. He quickly sprinted the distance towards the nearest bush in the trees, no more than fifteen feet. This was the most vulnerable he would ever feel in his life, a sprint from one cover to another that could be his last. But again, he thought of the feeling of being watched, and again of the feeling that he wasn't dead yet. "I can do this..." He thought to himself.
With time he became more cautious, the sound of weapon fire could be heard closer as he ducked behind trees and hid in brush. "My god...I'm not going to make it..." His mind took one of the most dreaded dives of his life, the thought that he wouldn't make it lingered. No matter how hard he thought about the fact that he was still alive, he could not comfort himself. And it was now that he thought of his family and the kids on the docks where he grew up. He had wanted to live through this war, he wanted to return home on a grand battle-ship and tell tales of his battles to the kids on the docks.
This is what gave him strength, this is what gave him the will he needed. He would not let his mother morn his loss, he would return to tell his tales. With this he took several deep breaths and looked around himself again, this time with the eyes of a seaman at war. He had to understand he couldn't tell exactly where he, or his enemies were. Nor could he tell where his allies where.
Again he thought about the eyes he felt watching him, and again he thought he was still alive. He stopped standing around and moved through the forests, taking the time to understand his surroundings as he dodged from tree to tree, trying to imagine this as a naval scenario. "Where would my enemy be...where would my allies be?" He thought repeatedly as he moved. He could barely see the water through the trees, but was assured when it was on his left. It wouldn't be much longer until he found soldiers who could help him.
And this was true, in a matter of time as he moved forward he spotted a group of German soldiers in a clearing. They, at least, appeared calm, as if they were safe. He took a deep breath and walked from the woods with his hands up to be sure to not be mistaken for an enemy. "Hey!" He felt relieved to shout, that he felt safe enough to shout.
From the soldiers he learned where he needed to go and how far he needed to travel. In time he came back to a German outpost and finally to safety. He made sure not to forget that feeling that he was being watched, and sure not to forget that he survived. Those two facts together gave him hope that he would do well in this war, that he would be able to return home to tell tales to the children and to hug his mother. He would be able to unload off a ship at least one more time at his home port.
Staff Notes:
Good work, i've accepted you as an "Oberleutnant zur See". See you on the front!
Major Furey Campellone