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Oh okay.
Actually, scratch the infantry role. I should make him a medic. It's more fitting, considering his background.
I might add more later. I might also double up and go NATO as well.
Name: Daniel Heigemeir
Age: 19
Description: Daniel stands at 5' 8". Due to his military training he is quite fit and his toned body reflects this. He also possesses short light brown hair and blue eyes. Lastly, he does have a bit of stubble on his face very similar in colour to the hair on his head.
Background: Daniel was born in Leipzig to a factory worker father and a nurse mother. He had a pretty easy childhood by East German standards and later on developed an interest in medicine through his mother. He wanted to attend medical school, but instead held it off upon being conscripted into the NVA. He expected it to only be a temporary endeavour, but instead he found himself shipped off to the front. Knowing he was doing his duty for his country, he quickly accepted it and vowed to get promoted through the ranks for as long as he remained in the military.
Unit: 5th Army (GDR)
Role: Medic
Equipment: TBA
Rank: Gefreiter
Misc.
Name: Daniel Heigemeir
Age: 19
Description: Daniel stands at 5' 8". Due to his military training he is quite fit and his toned body reflects this. He also possesses short light brown hair and blue eyes. Lastly, he does have a bit of stubble on his face very similar in colour to the hair on his head.
Background: Daniel was born in Leipzig to a factory worker father and a nurse mother. He had a pretty easy childhood by East German standards and later on developed an interest in medicine through his mother. He wanted to attend medical school, but instead held it off upon being conscripted into the NVA. He expected it to only be a temporary endeavour, but instead he found himself shipped off to the front. Knowing he was doing his duty for his country, he quickly accepted it and vowed to get promoted through the ranks for as long as he remained in the military.
Unit: 5th Army (GDR)
Role: Medic
Equipment: TBA
Rank: Gefreiter
Misc.
Riiiiiight, CS. I knew I still had something to do. *runs off to get something up*
Dutchbag said
Always welcome to join! I wanted to start when Vaexa and Lost Cause finished up, so you're in time.
Ok, awesome. I guess I'll just have to go read up on GDR military ranks since I know little about it.
I'd be up for Hunger Games or WW II. I also have a Victorian era idea too.
I might be up for something in an Arabian setting. PM me, please.
Eh...what the hell? Dutchbag, still need people for this? I'm going to put up a CS when I get home.
Stefan shook his head. "No, It was a joint project. I'm from the East. My mother eventually fled in '89, while my father...well he had a history... He died when I was quite young though." He then proceeded to correct the man. The man seemed quite intrigued, but certainly delving into German history or his father's background wasn't a topic one typically discussed at the dinner table. Fortunately the man had managed to quickly shift the topic to his own occupation, even if it made the man uneasy. Supposedly he was a detective, and detectives generally worked with cops. Not wanting to bring up his own disdain for law enforcement officers he just silently nodded in approval. The whole situation quickly reminded him of his own experiences though.
"Frau Merzdorf?" The two officers had been banging on the door of the flat, hoping to get an answer while young shy Stefan who had been playing outside proceeded to hide behind some bushes. He had mostly been oblivious to everything, but one thing he knew was that officers generally didn't come knocking on one's door unless there was something serious going on. "Frau Merzdorf, your husband is dead." Those had been the first words young Stefan had managed to take in while eavesdropping. His father dead? How? It had been a lot to take in and so sudden, but it was the next word he had heard that left the young boy in shock as the two officers left his doorstep. Nazi. So they knew about his father's past? Surely it had been filtered from somewhere as the boy knew his father was unstable, perhaps partially due to past actions.
It had been that same afternoon that too prompted changes in the young Stefan. He had realized there was so much he did not know and would intend to get to the bottom of. "Mother, that man called father a Nazi. How would he know such things?" Naturally, Stefan's mother had given him a puzzled look, but proceeded to answer her son's question anyway. There had perhaps been some things not worth hiding any longer.
"Stefan, That was the past. You know your father is not like that, but apparently not everybody believes it..." Stefan's mother had gone on to explain many things to her son such as how authorities liked to monitor them, but perhaps at the cost of his sanity too. Paranoia. It was dangerous road to walk down, yet it had begun to infect more than one of the Merzdorf family. At not even thirteen years old it had begun consuming him, leaving him to withdraw from much of the world he knew.
"Well this should be good. I can smell it." Despite being deep in thought, Stefan had been interrupted once the scent of food began flooding his nose once again. This time various scrumptious dishes began being lined all down the table, prompting others to sit down for dinner. Surely there would be other introductions over dinner, much to the man's relief, not wanting to reveal anything too sensitive at this point. His father's past was one he was ashamed of himself and one he realized it was probably smart not to draw attention to. Somehow many of the people on the island seemed like misfits though so at least he knew he likely wasn't lone. Certainly the others had skeletons in their closet too.
"Frau Merzdorf?" The two officers had been banging on the door of the flat, hoping to get an answer while young shy Stefan who had been playing outside proceeded to hide behind some bushes. He had mostly been oblivious to everything, but one thing he knew was that officers generally didn't come knocking on one's door unless there was something serious going on. "Frau Merzdorf, your husband is dead." Those had been the first words young Stefan had managed to take in while eavesdropping. His father dead? How? It had been a lot to take in and so sudden, but it was the next word he had heard that left the young boy in shock as the two officers left his doorstep. Nazi. So they knew about his father's past? Surely it had been filtered from somewhere as the boy knew his father was unstable, perhaps partially due to past actions.
It had been that same afternoon that too prompted changes in the young Stefan. He had realized there was so much he did not know and would intend to get to the bottom of. "Mother, that man called father a Nazi. How would he know such things?" Naturally, Stefan's mother had given him a puzzled look, but proceeded to answer her son's question anyway. There had perhaps been some things not worth hiding any longer.
"Stefan, That was the past. You know your father is not like that, but apparently not everybody believes it..." Stefan's mother had gone on to explain many things to her son such as how authorities liked to monitor them, but perhaps at the cost of his sanity too. Paranoia. It was dangerous road to walk down, yet it had begun to infect more than one of the Merzdorf family. At not even thirteen years old it had begun consuming him, leaving him to withdraw from much of the world he knew.
"Well this should be good. I can smell it." Despite being deep in thought, Stefan had been interrupted once the scent of food began flooding his nose once again. This time various scrumptious dishes began being lined all down the table, prompting others to sit down for dinner. Surely there would be other introductions over dinner, much to the man's relief, not wanting to reveal anything too sensitive at this point. His father's past was one he was ashamed of himself and one he realized it was probably smart not to draw attention to. Somehow many of the people on the island seemed like misfits though so at least he knew he likely wasn't lone. Certainly the others had skeletons in their closet too.
Mr_Wiki_96 said
Actually speaking of crusades, maybe someone could have gone back and try to uncover the Templar treasure that they tried to hide from King Philip. According to legend it was later lost but if somebody managed to steal it before it was lost then that person would be a rich bugger.
That's brilliant actually.
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