[b]Steam Name: Tax[/b]
[b]Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:207107337[/b]
[b]In-Game Name(s): Thomas Keen[/b]
[b]How long have you been playing on Citadel Network?: 1 week[/b]
[b]How much experience do you have with roleplay as a whole?: 3-4 years[/b]
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[b]What is the veteran rank you are applying for?[/b][b]: Generalmajor (I changed this rank after thinking a bit more on what would be best for my goals, that is It would be better to have been a former general staff rather than a low-ranking staff officer. Although its not needed and i will still take Major if Generalmajor is deemed to much to ask for.)[/b]
[b]What are your plans with this character?: To provide a better back story to my character as well as to use the Vet uniform, as well I will be leading a party upon launch and wish to have a history of substance to elaborate for my current position. [/b]
[b]Please give a short biography of the character:[/b]
Born in a small town near Munich, (Garmisch-Partenkirchen) Thomas Keen entered a hostile world. His early childhood was defined by the rise of the German Empire's Military at the dawn of the 1900s. Watching it transform into an Army that rivaled the long cemented armed forces of France and England. After reaching the proper age, he would go to the University of Würzburg, earning a master's in his chosen field at the age of 23. After returning home, Thomas would find a wanting to serve something greater them himself, and at the age of 24 Filled with pride for his Nation, he would go on to join the German Army. Going through Officer, he would rise to the top 10 of his class, training at one of the now many makeshift programs being set up to pump out new officers in time for the suspected oncoming war with France. Being commissioned as a Leutnant later that same year. Later in 1915, the now Oberleutnant Thomas Keen joined the newly established Luftstreitkräfte. He would rise to a position of command in a Bomber Wing, and achieve the rank of Major leading a raid in 1916 against a French position, losing control of his Zeppelin-Staaken R.VI, he would go down in a field, gaining a long trailing scar on his left arm. Keen would spend the rest of the war rising through the ranks of the Luftstreitkräfte, playing a vital role in the reformation the institute saw as a whole in 1917. After the death of General Ernst Wilhelm von Hoeppner, Keen would be committed as a Generalmajor. He would receive this rank at a significantly young age, being that he was the only senior officer ready to take the position in the ladder years of the war. His education as a General officer would be rushed to get him into position in time, leading to a botched 6 months of academy training. He would recollect sarcastically that "All I learned was which fork to use when." Speaking on how his time in the Prussian Staff College. Once he returned to the front he would see no more combat, as his new role saw him giving general orders to wings that no longer existed, generally showing how dire the war had become. Although his resources were extremely limited, Keen would command over the bombing of several British, French, and Belgian bases and positions. After the war, Thomas would retire from military life, being one of the many generals now stepping down in post-war Germany. In the early 1920s, Keen would begin his own political movement built on principles of economic and personal freedoms.
Medals: The Bavarian Military Merit Order (Großkreuz): Major Thomas Keen would be leading a raid in a French arms depot deep behind the frontlines. Although knowing the almost suicidal nature of his mission, Keen would still press on with his troops with an iron will to do whatever he could to bring Germany from the brink of collapse. Before long Keen and his wing of Zeppelin-Staaken R.VI would begin the raid. Raising hell below in the courtyard of the fort. Once past, Keen would order a general retreat, beginning a wheel turn back towards friendly lines. Before they can finish the turn, a squad of the French Airforce descends on the Bomber wing immediately destroying two of the seven bombers. Major would recover quickly from his state of shock, looking to his co-pilot for updates, only to see a mangled corpse of what was his close friend. Keen would think fast and put the bomber on a steady course before going to the back to join his crew in the fighting. Only to see he was the last soul alive. Grabbing the dead body of his rear gunner, he takes the position defending his remaining wing from the onslaught of fighters. Before making it back over his lines, he would lose all of his wingmates to the French. Only being able to crash land in a field after fighting off the last of his pursuers. Keen would spend the rest of the war on the ground, rising through the ranks of the administration of the Luftstreitkräfte. Being given The Bavarian Military Merit Order later that year for his service in the war effort
Military Merit Cross: Leutnant Thomas Keen would be in a small German camp outside Trier in 1914. He would not yet have joined the Luftstreitkräfte and would hold a junior command position in his company, leading the 2nd platoon. Orders would have been passed down earlier that morning to have his men “drill" for deployment, and have all men ready for training by mid-day. As Oberfeldwebel Han, a close friend would call the men to attention, Keen could not help but feel a sense of foreboding. While Han took attendance, Keen would glance over to the trucks only to see enough rations for weeks being loaded for a training said to last 3 days. Before he could ponder this any longer, the Oberst would walk onto a small stage in the center of the courtyard. Dismissing this strange occurrence as Prussian paranoia, snapping to attention to hear the details of his new marching orders, "We are at war" would be the first words out of the grizzled old colonel. Immediately it would all snap into place, and before Keen knew it he was on a truck heading to Belgium, his platoon numbering 81 men. Days later the sounds of bombing would keep the men awake as they drove through the Belgium countryside, trying to catch what little sleep they could in the backs of trucks and horse-drawn carriages. Keen would be irate, looking out the back while tapping his foot against the floor. Suddenly the carriage behind him explodes, hitting him with splitters almost immediately. Looking back up, he would see a swarm of men charge from the brushes on either side of the convoy. Calling his men to arms, he would jump from the back of his carriage; pulling out his sidearm, he would shoot a man charging at him, killing the man moments before reaching him. Looking around, it would be hell, with men being stabbed, shot, and beaten to death. All of which would be illuminated by the burning wreck of the carriage. Snapped out of his almost comatose state by one of his men, Keen would immediately start yelling orders, grabbing his men, and throwing them out of the back of the carriage, all while staying behind. Keen would look out to the road, dawn breaking over it, and he would see the corpse of Han. Jumping down, he would grab Han's hand only to find it missing. Looking around, Keen would see German men walking around, stabbing injured Belgium soldiers. He would call out for the 3rd platoon to form up, only for 14 men to hobble into a loose formation around him. Keen would stay slouched over his friend as more men arrived to help deal with the remaining surrendered Belgians. Keen's actions surely stopped the entire convoy from collapsing, but he would never forget Hans's face -- he would never forget how many men he threw out of that carri[b]age. [/b]
Iron Cross 1st class: Oberleutnant Keen would be flying over the french countryside in mid-1915. Thinking to himself about just how strange this mission really was "Who sends bombers on a scouting mission." Before he can think any more about it. Small arms fire erupts from below. Looking down Thomas would see a convoy of British trucks and horse-drawn supplies heading towards the front. Almost ordering for payloads to be dropped, Keen would remember that the plane was without any bombs due to the nature of the mission. Thinking fast Keen would order his men to arm their stick grenades. Once ready he ordered the makeshift payload to be dropped on the British below. Seeing this, all nearby planes joined in, and before long the Brits would have a rain of grenades falling from above. For his work in destroying the convoy, keen would be given the Iron Cross 1st class
(I would like to try this, but it's not needed. I'll put the work in either way) [i][b][i]Pour le Mérite: [/i][/b][/i]Hauptmann Thomas Keen would be on the ground attending to such duties as inspecting Equipment and troops. Moving past his personal Zeppelin-Staaken Riesenflugzeuge he would see in the corner of his eye a large grouping of birds. He would focus on it straining to get a clear sight of the birds. The avians would fly in front of the sun forming weird shapes before Keen could think anymore on what the hell those were the sounds of engines reach him, and in a moment he knew what was happening. Immediately Keen would call his men to arms. Running around the camp like a mad man banging on doors and yelling through windows. Many of the men would be just waking up, confused as to what their Hauptmann was doing. Their confusion would be cleared once they looked to the sky seeing the same shapes, only this time far closer. His men would begin to scramble as the first Planes would reach the airfield, destroying the runway within the first few seconds. Clearing any thought of flight from the men's minds. Keen would goto the AA gun at the north side of the airfield. Grabbing on to the cold grips of its triggers, Thomas would begin firing upon his attackers. Noticing this, a group of fighters descends on the AA gun, primed to kill the man with ease. Keen would line up his sights before pulling the trigger.... *bomb* A fighter would fall from the sky, followed by a second, and a third, each of which falling right next to his position. This would bring the attention of many of the remaining hostiles in the sky. Immediately more would descend on this lone man. Keen would jump from the position just in time to avoid a volley of fire. Hitting the dirt he would jump to his feet and run to the nearest cover. Grabbing his sidearm Keen would fire seemingly fruitless shots at the fighters. Before the fighter would be torn to shreds in the sky. Looking up he would see the friendly colors of Germany fly over. Laying down the Hauptmann would feel a sense of relief sweep over him, later being picked up by one of his men and taken to the medical center. Keen's actions that day saved not only dozens of planes from destruction but also the lives of many on that base. This would earn him the [i][b][i]Pour le Mérite, [/i][/b][/i]being given it later that year by the Kaiser himself. Becoming one of the first men of his rank to do so.
Steam Name: Tax
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:207107337
In-Game Name(s): Thomas Keen
How long have you been playing on Citadel Network?: 1 week
How much experience do you have with roleplay as a whole?: 3-4 years
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What is the veteran rank you are applying for?: Generalmajor (I changed this rank after thinking a bit more on what would be best for my goals, that is It would be better to have been a former general staff rather than a low-ranking staff officer. Although its not needed and i will still take Major if Generalmajor is deemed to much to ask for.)
What are your plans with this character?: To provide a better back story to my character as well as to use the Vet uniform, as well I will be leading a party upon launch and wish to have a history of substance to elaborate for my current position.
Please give a short biography of the character:
Born in a small town near Munich, (Garmisch-Partenkirchen) Thomas Keen entered a hostile world. His early childhood was defined by the rise of the German Empire's Military at the dawn of the 1900s. Watching it transform into an Army that rivaled the long cemented armed forces of France and England. After reaching the proper age, he would go to the University of Würzburg, earning a master's in his chosen field at the age of 23. After returning home, Thomas would find a wanting to serve something greater them himself, and at the age of 24 Filled with pride for his Nation, he would go on to join the German Army. Going through Officer, he would rise to the top 10 of his class, training at one of the now many makeshift programs being set up to pump out new officers in time for the suspected oncoming war with France. Being commissioned as a Leutnant later that same year. Later in 1915, the now Oberleutnant Thomas Keen joined the newly established Luftstreitkräfte. He would rise to a position of command in a Bomber Wing, and achieve the rank of Major leading a raid in 1916 against a French position, losing control of his Zeppelin-Staaken R.VI, he would go down in a field, gaining a long trailing scar on his left arm. Keen would spend the rest of the war rising through the ranks of the Luftstreitkräfte, playing a vital role in the reformation the institute saw as a whole in 1917. After the death of General Ernst Wilhelm von Hoeppner, Keen would be committed as a Generalmajor. He would receive this rank at a significantly young age, being that he was the only senior officer ready to take the position in the ladder years of the war. His education as a General officer would be rushed to get him into position in time, leading to a botched 6 months of academy training. He would recollect sarcastically that "All I learned was which fork to use when." Speaking on how his time in the Prussian Staff College. Once he returned to the front he would see no more combat, as his new role saw him giving general orders to wings that no longer existed, generally showing how dire the war had become. Although his resources were extremely limited, Keen would command over the bombing of several British, French, and Belgian bases and positions. After the war, Thomas would retire from military life, being one of the many generals now stepping down in post-war Germany. In the early 1920s, Keen would begin his own political movement built on principles of economic and personal freedoms.
Medals: The Bavarian Military Merit Order (Großkreuz): Major Thomas Keen would be leading a raid in a French arms depot deep behind the frontlines. Although knowing the almost suicidal nature of his mission, Keen would still press on with his troops with an iron will to do whatever he could to bring Germany from the brink of collapse. Before long Keen and his wing of Zeppelin-Staaken R.VI would begin the raid. Raising hell below in the courtyard of the fort. Once past, Keen would order a general retreat, beginning a wheel turn back towards friendly lines. Before they can finish the turn, a squad of the French Airforce descends on the Bomber wing immediately destroying two of the seven bombers. Major would recover quickly from his state of shock, looking to his co-pilot for updates, only to see a mangled corpse of what was his close friend. Keen would think fast and put the bomber on a steady course before going to the back to join his crew in the fighting. Only to see he was the last soul alive. Grabbing the dead body of his rear gunner, he takes the position defending his remaining wing from the onslaught of fighters. Before making it back over his lines, he would lose all of his wingmates to the French. Only being able to crash land in a field after fighting off the last of his pursuers. Keen would spend the rest of the war on the ground, rising through the ranks of the administration of the Luftstreitkräfte. Being given The Bavarian Military Merit Order later that year for his service in the war effort
Military Merit Cross: Leutnant Thomas Keen would be in a small German camp outside Trier in 1914. He would not yet have joined the Luftstreitkräfte and would hold a junior command position in his company, leading the 2nd platoon. Orders would have been passed down earlier that morning to have his men “drill" for deployment, and have all men ready for training by mid-day. As Oberfeldwebel Han, a close friend would call the men to attention, Keen could not help but feel a sense of foreboding. While Han took attendance, Keen would glance over to the trucks only to see enough rations for weeks being loaded for a training said to last 3 days. Before he could ponder this any longer, the Oberst would walk onto a small stage in the center of the courtyard. Dismissing this strange occurrence as Prussian paranoia, snapping to attention to hear the details of his new marching orders, "We are at war" would be the first words out of the grizzled old colonel. Immediately it would all snap into place, and before Keen knew it he was on a truck heading to Belgium, his platoon numbering 81 men. Days later the sounds of bombing would keep the men awake as they drove through the Belgium countryside, trying to catch what little sleep they could in the backs of trucks and horse-drawn carriages. Keen would be irate, looking out the back while tapping his foot against the floor. Suddenly the carriage behind him explodes, hitting him with splitters almost immediately. Looking back up, he would see a swarm of men charge from the brushes on either side of the convoy. Calling his men to arms, he would jump from the back of his carriage; pulling out his sidearm, he would shoot a man charging at him, killing the man moments before reaching him. Looking around, it would be hell, with men being stabbed, shot, and beaten to death. All of which would be illuminated by the burning wreck of the carriage. Snapped out of his almost comatose state by one of his men, Keen would immediately start yelling orders, grabbing his men, and throwing them out of the back of the carriage, all while staying behind. Keen would look out to the road, dawn breaking over it, and he would see the corpse of Han. Jumping down, he would grab Han's hand only to find it missing. Looking around, Keen would see German men walking around, stabbing injured Belgium soldiers. He would call out for the 3rd platoon to form up, only for 14 men to hobble into a loose formation around him. Keen would stay slouched over his friend as more men arrived to help deal with the remaining surrendered Belgians. Keen's actions surely stopped the entire convoy from collapsing, but he would never forget Hans's face -- he would never forget how many men he threw out of that carriage.
Iron Cross 1st class: Oberleutnant Keen would be flying over the french countryside in mid-1915. Thinking to himself about just how strange this mission really was "Who sends bombers on a scouting mission." Before he can think any more about it. Small arms fire erupts from below. Looking down Thomas would see a convoy of British trucks and horse-drawn supplies heading towards the front. Almost ordering for payloads to be dropped, Keen would remember that the plane was without any bombs due to the nature of the mission. Thinking fast Keen would order his men to arm their stick grenades. Once ready he ordered the makeshift payload to be dropped on the British below. Seeing this, all nearby planes joined in, and before long the Brits would have a rain of grenades falling from above. For his work in destroying the convoy, keen would be given the Iron Cross 1st class
(I would like to try this, but it's not needed. I'll put the work in either way) Pour le Mérite: Hauptmann Thomas Keen would be on the ground attending to such duties as inspecting Equipment and troops. Moving past his personal Zeppelin-Staaken Riesenflugzeuge he would see in the corner of his eye a large grouping of birds. He would focus on it straining to get a clear sight of the birds. The avians would fly in front of the sun forming weird shapes before Keen could think anymore on what the hell those were the sounds of engines reach him, and in a moment he knew what was happening. Immediately Keen would call his men to arms. Running around the camp like a mad man banging on doors and yelling through windows. Many of the men would be just waking up, confused as to what their Hauptmann was doing. Their confusion would be cleared once they looked to the sky seeing the same shapes, only this time far closer. His men would begin to scramble as the first Planes would reach the airfield, destroying the runway within the first few seconds. Clearing any thought of flight from the men's minds. Keen would goto the AA gun at the north side of the airfield. Grabbing on to the cold grips of its triggers, Thomas would begin firing upon his attackers. Noticing this, a group of fighters descends on the AA gun, primed to kill the man with ease. Keen would line up his sights before pulling the trigger.... *bomb* A fighter would fall from the sky, followed by a second, and a third, each of which falling right next to his position. This would bring the attention of many of the remaining hostiles in the sky. Immediately more would descend on this lone man. Keen would jump from the position just in time to avoid a volley of fire. Hitting the dirt he would jump to his feet and run to the nearest cover. Grabbing his sidearm Keen would fire seemingly fruitless shots at the fighters. Before the fighter would be torn to shreds in the sky. Looking up he would see the friendly colors of Germany fly over. Laying down the Hauptmann would feel a sense of relief sweep over him, later being picked up by one of his men and taken to the medical center. Keen's actions that day saved not only dozens of planes from destruction but also the lives of many on that base. This would earn him the Pour le Mérite, being given it later that year by the Kaiser himself. Becoming one of the first men of his rank to do so.