Post by Novak "Rune" Abendroth on Jul 3, 2007 0:43:58 GMT -5
Name:
Novak Rune Abendroth
Occupation:
Untersturmführer in Air Force (German Storm Leader)
Age:
24
Allies/Axis/Neutral:
Axis
Physical Description:
Rune has brown eyes and dark brown hair, this shows the jew in him (mothers). He has high cheek bones, big eyes and thick lips. He stands at 180cm
Personality:
Novak hates flightiness, Bossiness, crudeness and Dominance. He doesn't like game-playing, ego displays, extravagance and being challenged. Novak hates it when others cannot make a firm decision. Novak is told that he was born 30, growing young rather than old. Novak would love to have skipped all those tiresome younger years, having to be friends with immature brats and having no control over his destiny. Novak is a masterpeice indeed, he combines strength, grace and an iron will with the uncanny ability to convince anyone to do anything he wants, and they'll think it was their idea in the first place. Novak can be in the boardroom, crashing planes and reaking havoc on towns but he could also be at home tending to the hearth. He can often be mistaken for being a passive person, until you dare insult him and he will come at you with a World War all on his own.
Novak has the most caring nature, he just doesn't think it should show in company. Any signs of affection toward him and he can stiffen as if not to like it. Novak is a very intriguing romantic. He carries earthy sensuality, trapped in the desire to do and say the correct thing. it is not to say you will find the key to him, many have tried to tease Novak out of his shell, it must be done with love and understanding. Little by little he will let a modicum of warmth escape. Novaks most important goals are: security, respect and authority. As Novak matures each year he seems to get more of a spark for playfulness.
Personality Merits:
Novak is a Loyal, Ambitious, Dedicated and Focused young man. He is Honest, Disciplined and can sometimes be deliberate. A Logical thinker with a kind and patient and kind, supportive nature. Novak can be very serious and is dependable to complete his tasks. He tolerates alot and is attentive to his work. He is prudent, humourous, reserved and also very practical.
Personality Demerits:
On the otherhand Novak is an anxious person, who can be stubborn, retaliatory, suspicious and quite severe. He is possessive, controlling, cold and calculating. Pessimistic and fatalistic arent good considering his situation right now. He is miserly and hordes his money well.
History:
Born the eldest of his family's two sons, Novak's career in the military was inevitable. He was enrolled in the military school at Wahlstatt at age 11, following the wishes of his father, a Prussian nobleman whose own active military career had been cut short by deafness. There, he excelled in sports but fell behind academically, working just enough to get by in an environment he disliked. Six years later, Novak attended the Royal Military Academy at
Lichterfelde, which he enjoyed more. There he warmed up to the idea of life in the military and was determined to apply his riding skills to become a cavalry officer. After a short time at the Berlin War Academy, he was commissioned an officer in the 1st Regiment of Uhlans Kaiser Alexander III.
The following year he was promoted to Leutnant, and was still participating in regiment horse jumping and racing competitions when. Novak went into battle in the early months of the war, and saw action at Verdun. But as static trench warfare set in, the cavalry became obsolete. He served as a messenger during the winter and saw some combat, but he felt there was no glory to be had crawling through muddy trenches and shell holes. Having had his fill of unromantic ground warfare, Novak wrote to his commanding general to request a transfer to the air service.
Novak knew nothing of flying or air combat and, like many infantrymen, had held aviators in contempt. But now the air offered him a new war, one not restricted by an immobile front line. Novak's transfer was approved. Worried that the war would end before he had a chance to see action in the air, he decided to train as an observer. Pilots were required to undergo three months of training, whareas Novak, as an observer, was ready for the field in four weeks. He began his flying career at Feldfiegerabtedung as an observer on the Eastern Front, taking photographs of Russian troop positions. A couple of months later, he transferred to a Western Front unit in Belgium as a bombardier.
Novak had enjoyed flying from the first moment he took to the air during training. His love of flight was further enhanced by watching the bombs he dropped explode on enemy targets. His fascination with seeing the damage he was inflicting earned him his first war wound. Frantically signaling to his pilot to bank for a clear view after dropping a load on a village near Dunkirk, he accidentally dipped his hand into one of the bomber's whirling propellers and lost the tip of a finger. Novak had his initial tries at air-to-air combat, both times firing on Allied Farman biplanes. The first was an exchange of shots between observers without result. The second encounter ended with the French plane dropping away and crashing after being hit by a couple of bursts of machine-gun fire. Novak did not receive credit for the victory because the plane had fallen behind enemy lines, robbing him of any physical evidence.
Still flying as an observer, he prevailed upon his friend for help. His friend was an experienced pilot, and Novak had often flown as his observer ever since the two were first teamed on the Eastern Front. After only 24 hours of his friends's tutoring, Novak took to the air on his first solo flight, and promptly destroyed his plane while trying to land. Unwounded and undeterred, Novak kept at it, practicing for two weeks before heading off to the flying school at Doberitz. Five months later, he returned to his squadron as a pilot, flying. They were not the Shrikes he had been hoping for, but once he had fixed a gun to the upper wing of his plane, he was able to both fly and take offensive action.
Another kill was made, a French Nieuport, it went down near Fort de Douaumontagain behind enemy lines, and again not officially counted. Although from then on, it did not take long before Novak was adding the air victories to his name, earning himself mdeals of honour and trophies for his achievments. Finally Novak was flying his precious planes; The Focke-Wulf "Shrike". Also know as 'Butcher-bird' by allied forces.
Then, one fateful day.. Novak, from above, spotted a lone plane breaking off and chose it for his next victim. The allied pilot panicking and losing altitude, tried every wild maneuver he could think of to stay out of the Novak's sights, clearly Novak had given himself a name with them too. It was only the unpredictability of the inexperienced pilot's maneuvers that kept Novak from picking him off quickly with his probing bursts.
"Rune was giving me burst after burst from his machine guns. The only thing that saved me was my awful flying. I didn't know what I was doing," he would say later.
It was then that Novak, usually a meticulous and disciplined fighter pilot, made a mistake and broke one of his own rules by following the Ally too long, too far and too low into enemy territory. Two miles behind the Allied lines, the chase passed over the machine-gun nests of the 53rd Battery, Australian Field
Artillery. Many opened fire, followed by gunners, plus a number of riflemen. Suddenly Novak was hit. Whether hit from the air or the ground, Novak was mortally wounded. He tore off his goggles, opened the throttle briefly, then cut off the engine and dipped down for a crash landing. His plane bounced once, breaking the propeller, and settled in a beet field alongside the Bray. He was captured moments later.
Currently Novak finds himself in an British Allies Prisoner of War camp without a single know of the english language. To Novak's surprise many of the allied forces are nice to him and even respected his reputation of being a exellent aviator.
Picture:
img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/novak.jpg
Novak Rune Abendroth
Occupation:
Untersturmführer in Air Force (German Storm Leader)
Age:
24
Allies/Axis/Neutral:
Axis
Physical Description:
Rune has brown eyes and dark brown hair, this shows the jew in him (mothers). He has high cheek bones, big eyes and thick lips. He stands at 180cm
Personality:
Novak hates flightiness, Bossiness, crudeness and Dominance. He doesn't like game-playing, ego displays, extravagance and being challenged. Novak hates it when others cannot make a firm decision. Novak is told that he was born 30, growing young rather than old. Novak would love to have skipped all those tiresome younger years, having to be friends with immature brats and having no control over his destiny. Novak is a masterpeice indeed, he combines strength, grace and an iron will with the uncanny ability to convince anyone to do anything he wants, and they'll think it was their idea in the first place. Novak can be in the boardroom, crashing planes and reaking havoc on towns but he could also be at home tending to the hearth. He can often be mistaken for being a passive person, until you dare insult him and he will come at you with a World War all on his own.
Novak has the most caring nature, he just doesn't think it should show in company. Any signs of affection toward him and he can stiffen as if not to like it. Novak is a very intriguing romantic. He carries earthy sensuality, trapped in the desire to do and say the correct thing. it is not to say you will find the key to him, many have tried to tease Novak out of his shell, it must be done with love and understanding. Little by little he will let a modicum of warmth escape. Novaks most important goals are: security, respect and authority. As Novak matures each year he seems to get more of a spark for playfulness.
Personality Merits:
Novak is a Loyal, Ambitious, Dedicated and Focused young man. He is Honest, Disciplined and can sometimes be deliberate. A Logical thinker with a kind and patient and kind, supportive nature. Novak can be very serious and is dependable to complete his tasks. He tolerates alot and is attentive to his work. He is prudent, humourous, reserved and also very practical.
Personality Demerits:
On the otherhand Novak is an anxious person, who can be stubborn, retaliatory, suspicious and quite severe. He is possessive, controlling, cold and calculating. Pessimistic and fatalistic arent good considering his situation right now. He is miserly and hordes his money well.
History:
Born the eldest of his family's two sons, Novak's career in the military was inevitable. He was enrolled in the military school at Wahlstatt at age 11, following the wishes of his father, a Prussian nobleman whose own active military career had been cut short by deafness. There, he excelled in sports but fell behind academically, working just enough to get by in an environment he disliked. Six years later, Novak attended the Royal Military Academy at
Lichterfelde, which he enjoyed more. There he warmed up to the idea of life in the military and was determined to apply his riding skills to become a cavalry officer. After a short time at the Berlin War Academy, he was commissioned an officer in the 1st Regiment of Uhlans Kaiser Alexander III.
The following year he was promoted to Leutnant, and was still participating in regiment horse jumping and racing competitions when. Novak went into battle in the early months of the war, and saw action at Verdun. But as static trench warfare set in, the cavalry became obsolete. He served as a messenger during the winter and saw some combat, but he felt there was no glory to be had crawling through muddy trenches and shell holes. Having had his fill of unromantic ground warfare, Novak wrote to his commanding general to request a transfer to the air service.
Novak knew nothing of flying or air combat and, like many infantrymen, had held aviators in contempt. But now the air offered him a new war, one not restricted by an immobile front line. Novak's transfer was approved. Worried that the war would end before he had a chance to see action in the air, he decided to train as an observer. Pilots were required to undergo three months of training, whareas Novak, as an observer, was ready for the field in four weeks. He began his flying career at Feldfiegerabtedung as an observer on the Eastern Front, taking photographs of Russian troop positions. A couple of months later, he transferred to a Western Front unit in Belgium as a bombardier.
Novak had enjoyed flying from the first moment he took to the air during training. His love of flight was further enhanced by watching the bombs he dropped explode on enemy targets. His fascination with seeing the damage he was inflicting earned him his first war wound. Frantically signaling to his pilot to bank for a clear view after dropping a load on a village near Dunkirk, he accidentally dipped his hand into one of the bomber's whirling propellers and lost the tip of a finger. Novak had his initial tries at air-to-air combat, both times firing on Allied Farman biplanes. The first was an exchange of shots between observers without result. The second encounter ended with the French plane dropping away and crashing after being hit by a couple of bursts of machine-gun fire. Novak did not receive credit for the victory because the plane had fallen behind enemy lines, robbing him of any physical evidence.
Still flying as an observer, he prevailed upon his friend for help. His friend was an experienced pilot, and Novak had often flown as his observer ever since the two were first teamed on the Eastern Front. After only 24 hours of his friends's tutoring, Novak took to the air on his first solo flight, and promptly destroyed his plane while trying to land. Unwounded and undeterred, Novak kept at it, practicing for two weeks before heading off to the flying school at Doberitz. Five months later, he returned to his squadron as a pilot, flying. They were not the Shrikes he had been hoping for, but once he had fixed a gun to the upper wing of his plane, he was able to both fly and take offensive action.
Another kill was made, a French Nieuport, it went down near Fort de Douaumontagain behind enemy lines, and again not officially counted. Although from then on, it did not take long before Novak was adding the air victories to his name, earning himself mdeals of honour and trophies for his achievments. Finally Novak was flying his precious planes; The Focke-Wulf "Shrike". Also know as 'Butcher-bird' by allied forces.
Then, one fateful day.. Novak, from above, spotted a lone plane breaking off and chose it for his next victim. The allied pilot panicking and losing altitude, tried every wild maneuver he could think of to stay out of the Novak's sights, clearly Novak had given himself a name with them too. It was only the unpredictability of the inexperienced pilot's maneuvers that kept Novak from picking him off quickly with his probing bursts.
"Rune was giving me burst after burst from his machine guns. The only thing that saved me was my awful flying. I didn't know what I was doing," he would say later.
It was then that Novak, usually a meticulous and disciplined fighter pilot, made a mistake and broke one of his own rules by following the Ally too long, too far and too low into enemy territory. Two miles behind the Allied lines, the chase passed over the machine-gun nests of the 53rd Battery, Australian Field
Artillery. Many opened fire, followed by gunners, plus a number of riflemen. Suddenly Novak was hit. Whether hit from the air or the ground, Novak was mortally wounded. He tore off his goggles, opened the throttle briefly, then cut off the engine and dipped down for a crash landing. His plane bounced once, breaking the propeller, and settled in a beet field alongside the Bray. He was captured moments later.
Currently Novak finds himself in an British Allies Prisoner of War camp without a single know of the english language. To Novak's surprise many of the allied forces are nice to him and even respected his reputation of being a exellent aviator.
Picture:
img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/novak.jpg
