Hans Von Spekle

[Jerry]

Username: hansvonspekle
Character Name: Hans Von Spekle
Rank: Anything
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: German
Character History:

Hans was born in Munich in 1915. His family was rich, his father a docter and his mother a party planner. He studied in his familys library constantly, and when he wasnt doing that he was working out. He fit Hitlers idea of a "Perfect German" almost perfectly, but was a kind hearted boy, unlike the Hitlers cold hearted philosiphy. In 1933, he joined the Whermacht. He considered it the best choice of his life. In 1939, he was sent with the 77th infantry division to invade Poland.

Writing Sample:

Hans woke up to the early morning sunlight. But then he remembered where he was. "Damn, why did I have too voluteer for this?" he thought. His mission was too scout a forest for artillary. But ever since he set foot in the forest, he got the eeirie feeling he was being watched. He hadnt seen anything yet, so he had bed down under a huge pine tree. He sat up with a groan, and dug in his pack. He pulled out a can of Eintopf and a Bohnenkoffee. He ate the Eintopf cold and emptied the bitter Bohnenkoffee packet into his mouth. He could of heated it with his feild cooker, but he wanted to get this over with. Hans rolled up his sleeping roll and shouldered his Kar98k. He started to stroll, whistling the Nazi Party song quietly, even know he hardly belived in Hitlers ideas.
But then the feeling came back. Shit. He grasped his Kar98k to make him feel better. He kept walking, the crisp fall air feeling good on his dry throat. Then his eyes widened.
Two American soldiers were laughing and joking around behind a M115 203 mm howitzer. "Damn, I didnt think they had this heavy of artillary." Hans thought with disbelief.
Hans slowly pulled a Hand Grenade from his belt and unscrewed the cap. He felt the cold porcelin ball and tugged it out, threw it with all his might, then ran as fast as he could.
As he ran, he heard the Americans shout and an explosion, then a much bigger one a second after the first.
He ran as fast as he could, tripping over roots and and getting a bloody nose untill he burst out of the forest. The German camp was set up, a kubelwagon belonging to Colonel Pfizer.
Hans tore into the Colonels tent, drawing a few odd looks. Col. Pfizer was just getting dressed, buttoning up his tunic.
"Colonel!" Hans said, giving a quick, exausted salute. "There was a howitzer, I threw a..." Hans stuttered, panting an wheezing.
"Calm down, we will send out a party. In the forest did you say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Come on, grab a cup of water."
The Colonel said.
An hour later, a couple soldiers in flektarn camo smocks to get Hans. The Colonel came out of his tent in a smock carrying a MP-40. The soldiers got into the kubelwagon, the Colonel driving and Hans shotgun.
"Hans, we are going to have too know when to stop the kubelwagon, so tell us when were getting close."
After driving about 20 minites Hans said "Here sir. It's about 15 minites walk from here."
All the soldiers got out, armed with kar98k's and one MP-40. Hans pulled on a smock and grasped his Kar.
They crept slowly through the trees, keeping low to the ground and making little sound.
Then Hans saw it, the howitzer smoking and a bit lopsided. About ten Americans were grouped around it, arguing and looking at the artillary peice that Hans had hit with a well thrown grenade.
Colonel Pfizer motioned with his hand, and everyone aimed at the Americans.
BAM! BAMBAMBAMBAMABAM!The Americans spasemed and then fell in grotesque positions.
When they were all dead, Hans moved up next to the Colonel. As the other men inspected the peice, the Colonel looked at Hans and said "You did a good job today Hans. Very good."

Approved/Denied?: Neither Yet
Staff Notes:

Overall decent application, I am thinking about the rank of, Oberstleutnant, or Second Lieutenant. If you are not happy with your rank please feel free to PM me, we can negotiate another rank.

~Austin!