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#41 DidNotFinish

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Posted 01 March 2011 - 22:48

US hereditary military biography

<p> $[name] was born in the rural outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts on $[birthdate]. As a child, $[name] was raised with strict disipline. His father, grandfather, and uncle all servedat one time in the United States Army. His father however, in 1900, died in the Phillipine-American War. $[name] was very hurt by his loss as he was very close to his father and promised to join the Army when he was old enough. In 1903, $[name] read in the papers that two brothers in the Carolinas flew a manned aeroplane. $[name] took up a fascination in the subject of flight. </p>

<p> $[name] soon lost interest in the Army and decided he wanted to fly. His mother scorned him for this notion and often called him foolish for believing it was possible for him to become a pilot. She went as far as telling him that his father and grandfather would both be very disappointed if they knew he did not want to enlist in the Army. But, $[name] persisted and became more rebellious as a yound man. He began to stay clear of his mother and chase dreams of flight. </p>

<p> Sadly, $[name]'s mother died of pneumonia in the year 1912. By this time, $[name] was more interested in spending his days at the local pub or getting in street brawls than attending his own mother's funeral. He had little aspiration to fly anymore. At the outbreak of the Great War, $[name] had forgotten all about his promise to join the military and moved to New York City. He spent most of his days with his fellow rapscallions robbing, fighting, and stealing. </p>

<p> When America joined the war, $[name] was reminded of his aspiration of flight. He was faced with the decision to either join the USAS or continue his life as a small-time gangster. After his apartment was foreclosed on, $[name] quickly chose to fly. He enlisted in the USAS shortly after the decision. </p>

<p> He was trained in England, and after a few short months, was shipped to France. He was assigned to the $[squad] where he quickly made friends with all the other young, arrogant and "immortal" rookies who called themselves pilots. He was soon whipped into reality. While flying back seat, his BE2 trainer crashed after a series of engine falfunctions. $[name] watched his instructor burn alive as the front of the craft lit ablaze. He from then on took flying very seriously. </p>

<p> Now, $[name], with new inspiration, flies for his country, his friends, and his fallen family back home. He hopes to stay in the military long after the war and rise to the top brass. But first, me must survive this hellish war in the air. </p>

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#42 Han

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Posted 01 March 2011 - 23:20

US hereditary military biography
<p> $[name] was born in the rural outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts on $[birthdate]. As a child, $[name] was raised with strict disipline. His father, grandfather, and uncle all servedat one time in the United States Army. His father however, in 1900, died in the Phillipine-American War. $[name] was very hurt by his loss as he was very close to his father and promised to join the Army when he was old enough. In 1903, $[name] read in the papers that two brothers in the Carolinas flew a manned aeroplane. $[name] took up a fascination in the subject of flight. </p>
<p> $[name] soon lost interest in the Army and decided he wanted to fly. His mother scorned him for this notion and often called him foolish for believing it was possible for him to become a pilot. She went as far as telling him that his father and grandfather would both be very disappointed if they knew he did not want to enlist in the Army. But, $[name] persisted and became more rebellious as a yound man. He began to stay clear of his mother and chase dreams of flight. </p>
<p> Sadly, $[name]'s mother died of pneumonia in the year 1912. By this time, $[name] was more interested in spending his days at the local pub or getting in street brawls than attending his own mother's funeral. He had little aspiration to fly anymore. At the outbreak of the Great War, $[name] had forgotten all about his promise to join the military and moved to New York City. He spent most of his days with his fellow rapscallions robbing, fighting, and stealing. </p>
<p> When America joined the war, $[name] was reminded of his aspiration of flight. He was faced with the decision to either join the USAS or continue his life as a small-time gangster. After his apartment was foreclosed on, $[name] quickly chose to fly. He enlisted in the USAS shortly after the decision. </p>
<p> He was trained in England, and after a few short months, was shipped to France. He was assigned to the $[squad] where he quickly made friends with all the other young, arrogant and "immortal" rookies who called themselves pilots. He was soon whipped into reality. While flying back seat, his BE2 trainer crashed after a series of engine falfunctions. $[name] watched his instructor burn alive as the front of the craft lit ablaze. He from then on took flying very seriously. </p>
<p> Now, $[name], with new inspiration, flies for his country, his friends, and his fallen family back home. He hopes to stay in the military long after the war and rise to the top brass. But first, me must survive this hellish war in the air. </p>
Very cool! Thank you AJ94CAP
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#43 DidNotFinish

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Posted 01 March 2011 - 23:50

Thanks Han. :)

EDIT: Han, I see a type-O in my biography. In the last sentence, instead of saying "me has to survive this hellish war" it should say "he must survive this hellish war." ;) Also, in the third sentence, instead of "servedat" … it should say "served at." Sorry for these, should have read it through a couple more times. :D
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#44 WWBrian

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 01:46

Very Nice AJ…heh, my next one was going to be a brawler/drunkard.. :lol:

…oh and, another typo - falfunctions I guess was supposed to be malfunctions? :)

Nice bio!
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#45 DidNotFinish

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 04:00

Very Nice AJ…heh, my next one was going to be a brawler/drunkard.. :lol:

…oh and, another typo - falfunctions I guess was supposed to be malfunctions? :)

Nice bio!

No no no, that how you spell it…in uhhh Spanglish. :D No, thanks for the catch! And thanks, glad you like it.
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#46 TheLawWon

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 10:01

Hopes this works.

US race car driver/celebrity/sports star biography

<p>$[name] was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on $[birthdate]. An athletic childhood and thirst for speed led him down the path of a racing bicyclist. After being recognized by the makers of the Rambler Bicycle after he won 1st place at a race, he was asked to represent the company. Rambler saw the wave of the future in the automobile business, and began to develop automobiles. A natural progression from his bicycle racing career led $[name] to become interested in racing automobiles. </p>

<p>$[name] gained renown on the “Milwaukee Mile,” where incidentally, he saw for the first time an aeroplane in flight during an exposition. $[name] was immediately drawn to the idea and dream of flight. However, his sponsor made it clear that if he wanted to fly they would no longer support him financially. $[name] stayed grounded and continued to place in various automobile races, never losing his fascination with flight and the men who flew the machines.</p>

<p>When America joined the war, $[name] saw his chance to become a pilot and jumped at the opportunity to join the USAS, where he was immediately accepted due to his mechanical experience.</p>

<p>$[name] cut his teeth flying over the English countryside. He found he was always pushing the plane to it’s limits and was routinely chastised by the mechanics due to the wear and tear. After completing his flight training, he was assigned to the $[squad] on $[startdate] and carries with him his lofty dreams of glory.</p>
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#47 DidNotFinish

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 11:51

Very good!
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#48 WWBrian

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 13:30

Agreed AJ, Nice work LawWon…

Only thing I'd suggest:

according to Han's first post –

<p>One more paragraph, and in the end should be noted $[name] have joined $[squad] in $[startdate].</p>


I'd change your last line to read (adding the bolded stuff)–

After completing his flight training, he was assigned to the $[squad] on $[startdate], and carries with him his lofty dreams of glory.</p>

or something similar…and you'd be golden!
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#49 TheLawWon

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 13:35

Made the suggested changes, thanks for the heads up!
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#50 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 14:24

Just thinking, as the game will recognize only NAME, not first name or last name, etc, wouldn't it be better to reduce the usage of $[name] and replace it with "he" to avoid the clumsy effect that might be created if the player does enter the full name, as most people will - "Jim Smith went to bed. The next day, Jim Smith woke up. Then Jim Smith ate a burrito."
As long s the name appears a couple of times it should feel personalised enough, shouldn't it?
This is fun.
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#51 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 16:40

About my submission, maybe call it German Colonist/Colonial German bio?
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#52 DidNotFinish

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 19:12

German Employee Bio

<p> On $[birthdate], a child named $[name] was born. The son of two laborers, he never had much of a childhood. $[name]'s family had been poor for as long as anyone could remember. His immediate family and extended family all lived on the same street in just a couple of decaying apartment buildings in the center of Nuremburg. $[name] was forced to work in a small factory when he was just 11 years old. </p>

<p> As he got older, he was interested in normal things a boy his age would be interested in; playing sports, riding a bicycle, chasing girls and so on. But, since he was forced to work, he never had the time for any of that. $[name] didn't attend school often, and when he did, he was too tired to pay any attention. By the time he was 15 however, he had grown cold and disciplined. He no longer sought to play or date girls, he turned to the German military as a likely career path, mostly because his marks in school were not good enough to become what he wanted to be, a professor at a university. </p>

<p> As adulthood dawned and the storm cloud of the Great War approached, $[name] learned of the tales of powered flight and how people were, by this time, building aeroplanes that could go higher and faster than ever before. He fell in love with the idea of flight. The romance and tranquillity of leaving the Earth, if only for a short while. </p>

<p> And so, after $[name] had paid off his family's debts, which he did by working extra hours in the factory, he enlisted in the Luftstreitkräfte. He, due to his cold nature and composure, intimidated his more outgoing and lively fellow trainee pilots. He was so disciplined, that he often set the standard in traning. $[name] immediately showed promise as a pilot. He was the first in his training squadron to solo. </p>

<p> When $[name] finally completed training, he was transferred to $[squad] on $[startdate]. Once again, just as in training, he showed much promise. He was capable of handling his aeroplane like few other rookie pilots. But, the enemy too had outstanding pilots. </p>

<p> $[name] finds a certain romance in the war and part of him hopes it never ends. He enjoys the feeling of not knowing whether he will live or die, or be captured and escape. He enjoys the mystery of it all. However, he talks in detail about raising a family, having a wife, and buying a home of his own one day. That is, if he can make it home in one piece. </p>

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#53 WWBrian

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 20:29

Just thinking, as the game will recognize only NAME, not first name or last name, etc, wouldn't it be better to reduce the usage of $[name] and replace it with "he" to avoid the clumsy effect that might be created if the player does enter the full name, as most people will - "Jim Smith went to bed. The next day, Jim Smith woke up. Then Jim Smith ate a burrito."
As long s the name appears a couple of times it should feel personalised enough, shouldn't it?
This is fun.


…this is what I too was thinking, when I posted earlier:

…also since there was no initial differentiation between a $[name] and/or a $[sirName] tag, I suspect we will only have one, meaning of course, the biography may read somewhat awkward in some cases.

But keeping this in mind might help future biography writers by taking that into consideration.

…since the Biographies on historical pilots use their full name, it would be nice for 777 to at least consider making a $[name] and $[fullName] tag - maybe even just scanning the string for a <space> character to differentiate between the two.
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#54 Tom-Cundall

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 20:54

Just write with that in mind or use a nickname in the game.
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#55 SYN_Bandy

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Posted 02 March 2011 - 21:19

Bandy,

You're over thinking this. …
Jason

Not really, just thinking outside the box. If it is too late then so be it.
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#56 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 03 March 2011 - 15:13

French worker

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<p> $[name], was born on $[birthDate] in Blois, France, the second of three children in the family of a mid-level bank clerk and his wife. When he was aged three, his elder brother, Albert, contracted tuberculosis and fell gravely ill. He eventually recovered but was frail and prone to illness thereafter. His father, who aspired to raise the position of his family, sent $[name] to a middling school nearby, where he proved a good student and an able sportsman. By the age of 15 he was already a member of the school's Second XI and looked to have the prospect of joining a professional club some day. Unfortunately, at this time his elder brother came down with another illness and, after a protracted, costly struggle, died. In spite of the long hours worked by his father at the bank in order to cover the medical expenses, the family's fortunes fell abruptly. In a further blow, his father suffered a severe stroke shortly thereafter, rendering him unable to work in his current position. $[name] had little choice but to withdraw from school and gain employment to support the family.</p>
<p>He found work in a local haberdasher's, initially serving up front but later working on the shop's accounts. His mathematical ability helped him in this task. To make ends meet while trying to repay the medical debts his family had incurred, he found himself working six or seven days a week. However, when the chance presented itself he would still try to find the time to play a football match with his old school friends.</p>
<p>On one such occasion, he encountered one of his more well-to-do former classmates who, having good connections and easy access to money, had taken up the bold new art of flying. When offered the opportunity to go up with him one day, he leapt at the chance. It was a transformational moment. From then on he worked even harder, working every hour he could in order to pay for his sole passion in his otherwise grim life – flying.</p>
<p>It was then that war broke out. Due to his age and status as sole provider for his mother and younger sister, he was not compelled to serve. He continued working to squeeze in the odd hour of flying whenever he could but due to wartime demands this proved impossible, and eventually, under the crushing weight of debt, he was forced to give it up. Every centime was needed to pay back their creditors.</p>
<p>By this time, the importance of air power in artillery spotting and reconnaissance was just starting to be realised, and the Aéronautique Militaire began to canvas more widely for volunteers. Despite the clamour for positions, he applied and quickly found himself accepted into the training programme due to his prior flying experience.</p>
<p>Excited to be finally living the life he wanted, he threw himself into his studies and training. The discipline gained from working such long hours made a mockery of the notion that flight school was in any way gruelling. Indeed, for him it was almost like a vacation. His hard work, commitment and dedication did not go unnoticed. He was the one of the first of his peers to solo and, by the end of the course his name was near the very top of the intake. Upon passing out he was offered his choice of assignment – crucial reconnaissance in the Farman’s or the exciting but deadly life of a scout pilot in one of the fabulous new Morane-Saulnier’s and Nieuports. </p>
<p>On $[startDate], $[name]'s name was added to the roll of $[squad].</p>
<p>He was going to war.</p>

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#57 ElwoodJCat

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Posted 03 March 2011 - 19:01

British Writer or Hereditary Military

<p>$[name] enlisted in the British Army and was assigned to the Directorate of Military Intelligence in the summer of 1914. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and posted to the Codes and Ciphers Section, otherwise known as MI1. After a year and a half of service in this capacity, he transferred to the Royal Flying Corps and completed his flight training in early 1916. Shortly thereafter, $[name] was posted to 20 Squadron operating out of Clairmarais, France.</p>

<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] was raised in the small village of Fulbourn in the countryside near the University of Cambridge. His father, a retired Major of the Royal Engineers, was a professor of physical sciences at the University, while his mother was active doing charitable works in the village. An only child, $[name] was an outstanding student and a voracious reader who was particularly fascinated by ancient languages and their translation. Like his father before him, $[name] was accepted into Cambridge University where he had a brilliant academic career. Indeed, even before graduation he had several papers published and was commissioned by William Collins, Sons and Co. to write an analysis of the Anatolian hieroglyphs found in central Turkey.</p>

<p>Upon Great Britain’s entry into the war in 1914, $[name] interrupted his studies to enlist in the army. Due to his high intelligence and exceptional skill in the area of linguistics, he was assigned to the Directorate of Military Intelligence to work as a cryptographer in the newly formed Codes and Ciphers section (also known as MI1), commissioned with the rank of Second Lieutenant. He excelled in this assignment but found the work tedious and uninspiring with few opportunities for promotion. In the summer of 1915 he accompanied several fellow junior officers to a staff meeting at the military airfield of Northolt where he was invited to ride in the observer’s seat of a B.E.2c on a demonstration flight. He was completely enthralled by the experience and knew immediately that he wanted to join the air service. Later that day he excitedly wrote in his journal that:”I have now found my calling and vocation – I intend to become an aviator without delay. After that flight I cannot bear the thought of spending any more time in a damp basement deciphering German Generals’ lunch orders and other bits of gibberish…”</p>

<p>In the following six months, he requested a transfer to the Royal Flying Corps on two separate occasions but was refused both times, due to his commanding officer stating that he was indispensible to MI1. Exasperated, he turned to his father for help, who used his friendship and influence with old acquaintances in the army to secure the transfer in early 1916. After successfully completing his flight training, Second Lieutenant $[name] was assigned to 20 Squadron, Royal Flying Corps, flying F.E.2’s out of Clairmarais. After gaining valuable flight experience, he was transferred a few months later. $[name] joined $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >
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#58 LukeFF

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Posted 03 March 2011 - 22:33

U.S. race car driver biography (references to Rickenbacker are purely coincidental ;)):

<p>Born in Pennsylvania on $[birthDate] to German immigrants, $[name] expressed a strong interest in machinery from an early age, which was encouraged in large part by his father. With his father’s death at the age of 12, he took various jobs in order to support his family. However, he had a love for machinery, especially as it related to automobiles. He thus enrolled in a correspondence course in engineering, which eventually led to him landing a job with the Penn Motor Car Company. In this capacity, he initially worked as a design engineer and eventually ended up road-testing cars for the company.</p>
<p>It was from his job for Penn that he made his way into automobile racing. Beginning with his first race in the 1906 Vanderbilt Cup, he quickly became known throughout America as a skilled driver. After joining the Peugot racing team in 1910, he raced in the Indianapolis 500 three times before America’s entry into the war, setting a speed record of 134 MPH in the 1915 race. His success as a driver led to him earning nearly $40,000 a year, which was unheard of at the time. After the Peugot team disbanded in 1915, he joined Ray Harroun on the Nordyke & Marmon Company racing team and eventually became team manager.</p>
<p>Shortly before America entered the war, he proposed that the Army recruit race car drivers to become fighter pilots, as he reasoned that they were already accustomed to tight spaces and high speeds. Although the military ignored his suggestion, they accepted his services, and so he enlisted as a driver for the AEF’s command staff.</p>
<p>Longing to transfer into aviation once in France, he had to work hard to convince his superiors to allow him into flight training, since most men chosen were from prestigious colleges and thus were perceived to be more qualified. His break finally came one day when he was fixing the car carrying the head of the Army’s Air Service. He conveyed his interests to the officer, who agreed to find him a spot in a pilot training school. Although he quickly showed himself to be an excellent pilot, he was held back from joining an operational unit because of his excellent mechanical skills; as such, he was made an engineering officer at a flight school at Issoudun.</p>
<p>Fearing that he would never get his chance to fly in combat, he nevertheless practiced his flying skills whenever he could. His persistence finally paid off when he showed that he had a qualified replacement for his duty as an engineering officer. Thus, at the age of $[age], he joined the $[squad] on $[startdate], eager to prove himself in combat.</p>

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#59 LukeFF

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Posted 03 March 2011 - 23:31

Ach, I just noticed someone already submitted one for an American race car driver. :oops:
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#60 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 04 March 2011 - 10:30

Was trying to think how you could morph that into a similar yet different type of person, but yeah, that's pretty hard. My above one was for an Englishman originally but it wasn't too hard to move it east a few hundred kilometres. Really interesting story you put together though.
I'm finding this a really interesting exercise in how much flesh and motivation you can put into a character in relatively few lines, especially when you consider that we cover large spans of their lives. I'll post a new one shortly.
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#61 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 04 March 2011 - 12:21

Okay, I don't know if this one will be used or not - you decide, Han - but I thought it might interest a few people. it's a bit different.


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Scoundrel - British pilot biography
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<p>$[name] was wanted under a different name by the Metropolitan police for the double murder of Messrs. Walmseley (41) and Hertford (55). The warrant was issued under his real name - Francis Kenneth Harris - an identity he left behind along with the murder weapon, a pregnant girlfriend, debts amounting to the sum of 346 pounds, a score of convictions for fraud, theft and assault, to say nothing of the venomous hatred of his many victims. </p>


<Frankie, as he was known by his family and associates, was born on $[birthDate] in the slums of London, one of nine children. Only three would survive into adulthood due to infant illness, accident and violent death. In spite of his background, he was an attractive, precocious child. While growing up poorest of the poor on the harsh streets of Cheapside, he quickly learned the tools of his trade – flattery, impersonation, deceit, and manipulation, all combined with sudden, intense violence. His first conviction, for theft, came at the age of seven, although he had already been involved in such scams for some three years by then. Many more were to follow. </p>

<p>As he grew up, he came to specialise in crimes of seduction. Posing as a down-on-his-luck son of a wealthy family, or as a young well-bred artist, he would trade on his good looks and charming manner to gain the favour of wealthy older women. They would house, feed, spoil and frequently bed him in return for his sincere entreaties of undying love and devotion. Once they began to see through his charade, or he had pushed his luck too far, he would unceremoniously flee one night, rucksack stuffed with valuables of his victim. Very few ever approached the police so as to avoid the ridicule that would be directed at them should their story become known. A youth spent in this manner was enormously instructive in terms of learning the speech, mannerisms and deportment of the “better classes”. He also met a “Who’s who?” of polite society, something that would serve him well in the future. </p>

<p>Inevitably, he met with the occasional obstacle or disruption in the course of his schemes. One such event, which led directly to the double murder he committed, took place in early 1914. At that time he had been romancing an attractive older spinster, Ms. Edwina Hertford (46), of a very prominent family. The takings were good, so he had determined to stay on as long as he was able. After several months of falsity, he was unmasked as the cad he truly was by the increasingly suspicious brother of his victim. The incident occurred one evening in the parlour of the Hertford residence in Chelsea. Mr. Hertford, and his companion, Mr. Walmseley, had amassed a damning body of evidence against Frankie. When confronted with it in full view of Ms. Hertford, he at first denied it outright. However, the evidence proved incontestable and, as his victim began to collapse in sobbing, heartbroken shame, Frankie leapt out of his armchair and drove himself at his accusers, slashing and stabbing at their faces with the pocket knife he always carried about his person. Unprepared for such violence, they were quickly overcome, their last moments spent gurgling as the blood drained from their throats into the rich pile of the Persian rug. Frankie then fled the scene, knowing that the game was up.</p>

<p> After lying low for some days, he went to a pub - much disguised – in order to begin on his next work. He had traded his artistic curly locks and garb in favour of a more respectable side part and three piece suit. He looked the perfect young gentleman. It was in this role that he encountered his latest victim, $[name], to whom he bore a passing resemblance. Initiating conversation with the quiet young man freshly arrived from the Dominion of New Zealand with a comment about “giving the Hun a dashed good licking”, he learnt that his conversational partner had just been accepted into the Royal Flying Corps’ as a pilot cadet. Frankie, desperate to get away from London, recognised the opportunity. After pressing his intended victim for more crucial elements of his past while plying him with Bitter, he suggested they go to another nearby pub. Happy to find a friend in the great metropolis, his young mark gladly acquiesced. A scant fifty yards from the pub, in a deserted alley, his throat was torn open. He thrashed out his last moments alone, choking on his own blood in a foul smelling refuse-strewn alley ten thousand miles from his home.</p>

<p>Frankie, or $[name], as he now thought of himself, had found a new path. He didn’t know much about aviation but it didn’t matter. He was smart, motivated and so terribly, terribly ruthless. He knew he would succeed. What he would do once he finished training and made it to France, God only knew, but in a war where armies numbered in the millions he knew there would be plenty of opportunities for an ambitious young man such as himself.</p>

<p> After completing his training without incident he was assigned to $[squad]. He arrived on the continent, and on $[startdate], his name appeared on the blackboard for the day’s mission. Seeing it, he rubbed his hands with glee. The whole war was at his feet.</p>

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EDIT: Corrected typo that WWBrian pointed out, altered one date.
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#62 WWBrian

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Posted 04 March 2011 - 19:37

Great story Flat' - I hope it does work….heh, I'd use it! :D

[edit] found a typo second paragraph- "hile growing up poorest of the poor …" should be While growing?
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#63 BroadSide

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Posted 04 March 2011 - 23:04

Hope this includes everything you're looking for:

British Writer

<p>$[name] enlisted in the British Army and due to his brilliant ability to cook potatoes in a variety of tasty dishes, was assigned to kitchen detail in the Autumn of 1914. He rose steadily through the ranks and thanks to a perfect meal served to a particularly portly Colonel, achieved the rank of Captain. While his talents were certainly appreciated by all, his real passion was flying. One particular pilot enjoyed his English pasty, and agreed to trade meals for flight lessons. Soon $[name] was flying on his own! After being asked to cook for 3 Generals at a staff meeting, $[name] prepared a most incredible Yorkshire Pudding that so impressed the Generals that they offered him any post he wanted. To their surprise, rather than asking to be assigned as one of their personal cooks, he asked to be transferred to the Royal Flying Corps. Good to their word, $[name] was assigned to RFC 5 Squadron to the Somme region in France</p>




<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] spent his childhood years near Leeds. His mother was the cook of the family and taught her son the skills that would eventually propel him to great heights of culinary mastery. His father, however, made his living as a poet and instilled in his son a great love for words and writing. $[name] absorbed all of his parental training, achieving some bit of notoriety as a writer from his friends and neighbors. His passion for cooking and writing came together when he was published in early 1910, with his book A Poet's Guide to English Cuisine. Indeed, very few homes can be found that do not have a copy in their kitchen! </p>



<p>With the Great War raging, $[name] thought that experience with French cooking might enable him to expand his cooking skills, and thus began his military career. Every chance he had, $[name] ate in the local restaurants, often spending many hours learning from the cooks and chefs of each establishment. While in the Army, his second book was published: A Poet's Guide to French Cuisine. It was during the writing of his third book, Shakespeare, Foie Gras, and You! that $[name] discovered what he truly wanted to do with his life: Fly! </p >


<p>After his initial assignment to RFC 5, and flying BE.2 planes, $[name] saw that what he really wanted to do was fly scouts. After 3 impassioned pleas to his commanding officer for a transfer, $[name] realized that he must use his skills to get what he wanted. He worked feverishly on a paper for a London newspaper entitled: Lancaster Hot Pot or Cassoulet, which will win the war? The article sparked a feverish debate among the French and English, causing riots in restaurants and pubs alike. Recognizing the potential threat of $[name]'s pen, the politicians of the time pleaded with him to stop publishing. He agreed, under the condition that he be posted to 10 Squadron and assigned a Bristol Scout. After demonstrating his flying prowess for 4 months there, he was transferred. $[name] joined $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >
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#64 Han

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 01:04

Thanks Han.
EDIT: Han, I see a type-O in my biography. In the last sentence, instead of saying "me has to survive this hellish war" it should say "he must survive this hellish war." ;) Also, in the third sentence, instead of "servedat" … it should say "served at." Sorry for these, should have read it through a couple more times.
Fixed, thank you for corrections!

Hopes this works.
US race car driver/celebrity/sports star biography

<p>$[name] was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on $[birthdate]. An athletic childhood and thirst for speed led him down the path of a racing bicyclist. After being recognized by the makers of the Rambler Bicycle after he won 1st place at a race, he was asked to represent the company. Rambler saw the wave of the future in the automobile business, and began to develop automobiles. A natural progression from his bicycle racing career led $[name] to become interested in racing automobiles. </p>
<p>$[name] gained renown on the “Milwaukee Mile,” where incidentally, he saw for the first time an aeroplane in flight during an exposition. $[name] was immediately drawn to the idea and dream of flight. However, his sponsor made it clear that if he wanted to fly they would no longer support him financially. $[name] stayed grounded and continued to place in various automobile races, never losing his fascination with flight and the men who flew the machines.</p>
<p>When America joined the war, $[name] saw his chance to become a pilot and jumped at the opportunity to join the USAS, where he was immediately accepted due to his mechanical experience.</p>
<p>$[name] cut his teeth flying over the English countryside. He found he was always pushing the plane to it’s limits and was routinely chastised by the mechanics due to the wear and tear. After completing his flight training, he was assigned to the $[squad] on $[startdate] and carries with him his lofty dreams of glory.</p>
Great! Thank you, it's cool.

About my submission, maybe call it German Colonist/Colonial German bio?
Ok, let it be Colonial German.

German Employee Bio
<p> On $[birthdate], a child named $[name] was born. The son of two laborers, he never had much of a childhood. $[name]'s family had been poor for as long as anyone could remember. His immediate family and extended family all lived on the same street in just a couple of decaying apartment buildings in the center of Nuremburg. $[name] was forced to work in a small factory when he was just 11 years old. </p>
<p> As he got older, he was interested in normal things a boy his age would be interested in; playing sports, riding a bicycle, chasing girls and so on. But, since he was forced to work, he never had the time for any of that. $[name] didn't attend school often, and when he did, he was too tired to pay any attention. By the time he was 15 however, he had grown cold and disciplined. He no longer sought to play or date girls, he turned to the German military as a likely career path, mostly because his marks in school were not good enough to become what he wanted to be, a professor at a university. </p>
<p> As adulthood dawned and the storm cloud of the Great War approached, $[name] learned of the tales of powered flight and how people were, by this time, building aeroplanes that could go higher and faster than ever before. He fell in love with the idea of flight. The romance and tranquillity of leaving the Earth, if only for a short while. </p>
<p> And so, after $[name] had paid off his family's debts, which he did by working extra hours in the factory, he enlisted in the Luftstreitkrafte. He, due to his cold nature and composure, intimidated his more outgoing and lively fellow trainee pilots. He was so disciplined, that he often set the standard in traning. $[name] immediately showed promise as a pilot. He was the first in his training squadron to solo. </p>
<p> When $[name] finally completed training, he was transferred to $[squad] on $[startdate]. Once again, just as in training, he showed much promise. He was capable of handling his aeroplane like few other rookie pilots. But, the enemy too had outstanding pilots. </p>
<p> $[name] finds a certain romance in the war and part of him hopes it never ends. He enjoys the feeling of not knowing whether he will live or die, or be captured and escape. He enjoys the mystery of it all. However, he talks in detail about raising a family, having a wife, and buying a home of his own one day. That is, if he can make it home in one piece. </p>
Cool. Interesting to read (as all other too, offcource!) Thank you!

French worker
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<p> $[name], was born on $[birthDate] in Blois, France, the second of three children in the family of a mid-level bank clerk and his wife. When he was aged three, his elder brother, Albert, contracted tuberculosis and fell gravely ill. He eventually recovered but was frail and prone to illness thereafter. His father, who aspired to raise the position of his family, sent $[name] to a middling school nearby, where he proved a good student and an able sportsman. By the age of 15 he was already a member of the school's Second XI and looked to have the prospect of joining a professional club some day. Unfortunately, at this time his elder brother came down with another illness and, after a protracted, costly struggle, died. In spite of the long hours worked by his father at the bank in order to cover the medical expenses, the family's fortunes fell abruptly. In a further blow, his father suffered a severe stroke shortly thereafter, rendering him unable to work in his current position. $[name] had little choice but to withdraw from school and gain employment to support the family.</p>
<p>He found work in a local haberdasher's, initially serving up front but later working on the shop's accounts. His mathematical ability helped him in this task. To make ends meet while trying to repay the medical debts his family had incurred, he found himself working six or seven days a week. However, when the chance presented itself he would still try to find the time to play a football match with his old school friends.</p>
<p>On one such occasion, he encountered one of his more well-to-do former classmates who, having good connections and easy access to money, had taken up the bold new art of flying. When offered the opportunity to go up with him one day, he leapt at the chance. It was a transformational moment. From then on he worked even harder, working every hour he could in order to pay for his sole passion in his otherwise grim life – flying.</p>
<p>It was then that war broke out. Due to his age and status as sole provider for his mother and younger sister, he was not compelled to serve. He continued working to squeeze in the odd hour of flying whenever he could but due to wartime demands this proved impossible, and eventually, under the crushing weight of debt, he was forced to give it up. Every centime was needed to pay back their creditors.</p>
<p>By this time, the importance of air power in artillery spotting and reconnaissance was just starting to be realised, and the Aeronautique Militaire began to canvas more widely for volunteers. Despite the clamour for positions, he applied and quickly found himself accepted into the training programme due to his prior flying experience.</p>
<p>Excited to be finally living the life he wanted, he threw himself into his studies and training. The discipline gained from working such long hours made a mockery of the notion that flight school was in any way gruelling. Indeed, for him it was almost like a vacation. His hard work, commitment and dedication did not go unnoticed. He was the one of the first of his peers to solo and, by the end of the course his name was near the very top of the intake. Upon passing out he was offered his choice of assignment – crucial reconnaissance in the Farman’s or the exciting but deadly life of a scout pilot in one of the fabulous new Morane-Saulnier’s and Nieuports. </p>
<p>On $[startDate], $[name]'s name was added to the roll of $[squad].</p>
<p>He was going to war.</p>
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Cool! First French Bio. Thank you! Yes, FRA bios are needed because we have less of them now.

British Writer or Hereditary Military

<p>$[name] enlisted in the British Army and was assigned to the Directorate of Military Intelligence in the summer of 1914. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and posted to the Codes and Ciphers Section, otherwise known as MI1. After a year and a half of service in this capacity, he transferred to the Royal Flying Corps and completed his flight training in early 1916. Shortly thereafter, $[name] was posted to 20 Squadron operating out of Clairmarais, France.</p>
<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] was raised in the small village of Fulbourn in the countryside near the University of Cambridge. His father, a retired Major of the Royal Engineers, was a professor of physical sciences at the University, while his mother was active doing charitable works in the village. An only child, $[name] was an outstanding student and a voracious reader who was particularly fascinated by ancient languages and their translation. Like his father before him, $[name] was accepted into Cambridge University where he had a brilliant academic career. Indeed, even before graduation he had several papers published and was commissioned by William Collins, Sons and Co. to write an analysis of the Anatolian hieroglyphs found in central Turkey.</p>
<p>Upon Great Britain’s entry into the war in 1914, $[name] interrupted his studies to enlist in the army. Due to his high intelligence and exceptional skill in the area of linguistics, he was assigned to the Directorate of Military Intelligence to work as a cryptographer in the newly formed Codes and Ciphers section (also known as MI1), commissioned with the rank of Second Lieutenant. He excelled in this assignment but found the work tedious and uninspiring with few opportunities for promotion. In the summer of 1915 he accompanied several fellow junior officers to a staff meeting at the military airfield of Northolt where he was invited to ride in the observer’s seat of a B.E.2c on a demonstration flight. He was completely enthralled by the experience and knew immediately that he wanted to join the air service. Later that day he excitedly wrote in his journal that:”I have now found my calling and vocation – I intend to become an aviator without delay. After that flight I cannot bear the thought of spending any more time in a damp basement deciphering German Generals’ lunch orders and other bits of gibberish…”</p>
<p>In the following six months, he requested a transfer to the Royal Flying Corps on two separate occasions but was refused both times, due to his commanding officer stating that he was indispensible to MI1. Exasperated, he turned to his father for help, who used his friendship and influence with old acquaintances in the army to secure the transfer in early 1916. After successfully completing his flight training, Second Lieutenant $[name] was assigned to 20 Squadron, Royal Flying Corps, flying F.E.2’s out of Clairmarais. After gaining valuable flight experience, he was transferred a few months later. $[name] joined $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >
Cool! taken as "British hereditary military". Thank you!

U.S. race car driver biography (references to Rickenbacker are purely coincidental ;)):
<p>Born in Pennsylvania on $[birthDate] to German immigrants, $[name] expressed a strong interest in machinery from an early age, which was encouraged in large part by his father. With his father’s death at the age of 12, he took various jobs in order to support his family. However, he had a love for machinery, especially as it related to automobiles. He thus enrolled in a correspondence course in engineering, which eventually led to him landing a job with the Penn Motor Car Company. In this capacity, he initially worked as a design engineer and eventually ended up road-testing cars for the company.</p>
<p>It was from his job for Penn that he made his way into automobile racing. Beginning with his first race in the 1906 Vanderbilt Cup, he quickly became known throughout America as a skilled driver. After joining the Peugot racing team in 1910, he raced in the Indianapolis 500 three times before America’s entry into the war, setting a speed record of 134 MPH in the 1915 race. His success as a driver led to him earning nearly $40,000 a year, which was unheard of at the time. After the Peugot team disbanded in 1915, he joined Ray Harroun on the Nordyke & Marmon Company racing team and eventually became team manager.</p>
<p>Shortly before America entered the war, he proposed that the Army recruit race car drivers to become fighter pilots, as he reasoned that they were already accustomed to tight spaces and high speeds. Although the military ignored his suggestion, they accepted his services, and so he enlisted as a driver for the AEF’s command staff.</p>
<p>Longing to transfer into aviation once in France, he had to work hard to convince his superiors to allow him into flight training, since most men chosen were from prestigious colleges and thus were perceived to be more qualified. His break finally came one day when he was fixing the car carrying the head of the Army’s Air Service. He conveyed his interests to the officer, who agreed to find him a spot in a pilot training school. Although he quickly showed himself to be an excellent pilot, he was held back from joining an operational unit because of his excellent mechanical skills; as such, he was made an engineering officer at a flight school at Issoudun.</p>
<p>Fearing that he would never get his chance to fly in combat, he nevertheless practiced his flying skills whenever he could. His persistence finally paid off when he showed that he had a qualified replacement for his duty as an engineering officer. Thus, at the age of $[age], he joined the $[squad] on $[startdate], eager to prove himself in combat.</p>

Ach, I just noticed someone already submitted one for an American race car driver.
Two is better than one anyway! :) Thank you!
PS
Named as "US race sports star" and "US race car driver" to make difference.


Okay, I don't know if this one will be used or not - you decide, Han - but I thought it might interest a few people. it's a bit different.
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Scoundrel - British pilot biography
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<p>$[name] was wanted under a different name by the Metropolitan police for the double murder of Messrs. Walmseley (41) and Hertford (55). The warrant was issued under his real name - Francis Kenneth Harris - an identity he left behind along with the murder weapon, a pregnant girlfriend, debts amounting to the sum of 346 pounds, a score of convictions for fraud, theft and assault, to say nothing of the venomous hatred of his many victims. </p>
<Frankie, as he was known by his family and associates, was born on $[birthDate] in the slums of London, one of nine children. Only three would survive into adulthood due to infant illness, accident and violent death. In spite of his background, he was an attractive, precocious child. While growing up poorest of the poor on the harsh streets of Cheapside, he quickly learned the tools of his trade – flattery, impersonation, deceit, and manipulation, all combined with sudden, intense violence. His first conviction, for theft, came at the age of seven, although he had already been involved in such scams for some three years by then. Many more were to follow. </p>
<p>As he grew up, he came to specialise in crimes of seduction. Posing as a down-on-his-luck son of a wealthy family, or as a young well-bred artist, he would trade on his good looks and charming manner to gain the favour of wealthy older women. They would house, feed, spoil and frequently bed him in return for his sincere entreaties of undying love and devotion. Once they began to see through his charade, or he had pushed his luck too far, he would unceremoniously flee one night, rucksack stuffed with valuables of his victim. Very few ever approached the police so as to avoid the ridicule that would be directed at them should their story become known. A youth spent in this manner was enormously instructive in terms of learning the speech, mannerisms and deportment of the “better classes”. He also met a “Who’s who?” of polite society, something that would serve him well in the future. </p>
<p>Inevitably, he met with the occasional obstacle or disruption in the course of his schemes. One such event, which led directly to the double murder he committed, took place in early 1914. At that time he had been romancing an attractive older spinster, Ms. Edwina Hertford (46), of a very prominent family. The takings were good, so he had determined to stay on as long as he was able. After several months of falsity, he was unmasked as the cad he truly was by the increasingly suspicious brother of his victim. The incident occurred one evening in the parlour of the Hertford residence in Chelsea. Mr. Hertford, and his companion, Mr. Walmseley, had amassed a damning body of evidence against Frankie. When confronted with it in full view of Ms. Hertford, he at first denied it outright. However, the evidence proved incontestable and, as his victim began to collapse in sobbing, heartbroken shame, Frankie leapt out of his armchair and drove himself at his accusers, slashing and stabbing at their faces with the pocket knife he always carried about his person. Unprepared for such violence, they were quickly overcome, their last moments spent gurgling as the blood drained from their throats into the rich pile of the Persian rug. Frankie then fled the scene, knowing that the game was up.</p>
<p> After lying low for some days, he went to a pub - much disguised – in order to begin on his next work. He had traded his artistic curly locks and garb in favour of a more respectable side part and three piece suit. He looked the perfect young gentleman. It was in this role that he encountered his latest victim, $[name], to whom he bore a passing resemblance. Initiating conversation with the quiet young man freshly arrived from the Dominion of New Zealand with a comment about “giving the Hun a dashed good licking”, he learnt that his conversational partner had just been accepted into the Royal Flying Corps’ as a pilot cadet. Frankie, desperate to get away from London, recognised the opportunity. After pressing his intended victim for more crucial elements of his past while plying him with Bitter, he suggested they go to another nearby pub. Happy to find a friend in the great metropolis, his young mark gladly acquiesced. A scant fifty yards from the pub, in a deserted alley, his throat was torn open. He thrashed out his last moments alone, choking on his own blood in a foul smelling refuse-strewn alley ten thousand miles from his home.</p>
<p>Frankie, or $[name], as he now thought of himself, had found a new path. He didn’t know much about aviation but it didn’t matter. He was smart, motivated and so terribly, terribly ruthless. He knew he would succeed. What he would do once he finished training and made it to France, God only knew, but in a war where armies numbered in the millions he knew there would be plenty of opportunities for an ambitious young man such as himself.</p>
<p> After completing his training without incident he was assigned to $[squad]. He arrived on the continent, and on $[startdate], his name appeared on the blackboard for the day’s mission. Seeing it, he rubbed his hands with glee. The whole war was at his feet.</p>
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EDIT: Corrected typo that WWBrian pointed out, altered one date.
Yea! Cool! Let's add a BIT spice, Ming will like it, I'm think :)

Hope this includes everything you're looking for:
British Writer
<p>$[name] enlisted in the British Army and due to his brilliant ability to cook potatoes in a variety of tasty dishes, was assigned to kitchen detail in the Autumn of 1914. He rose steadily through the ranks and thanks to a perfect meal served to a particularly portly Colonel, achieved the rank of Captain. While his talents were certainly appreciated by all, his real passion was flying. One particular pilot enjoyed his English pasty, and agreed to trade meals for flight lessons. Soon $[name] was flying on his own! After being asked to cook for 3 Generals at a staff meeting, $[name] prepared a most incredible Yorkshire Pudding that so impressed the Generals that they offered him any post he wanted. To their surprise, rather than asking to be assigned as one of their personal cooks, he asked to be transferred to the Royal Flying Corps. Good to their word, $[name] was assigned to RFC 5 Squadron to the Somme region in France</p>
<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] spent his childhood years near Leeds. His mother was the cook of the family and taught her son the skills that would eventually propel him to great heights of culinary mastery. His father, however, made his living as a poet and instilled in his son a great love for words and writing. $[name] absorbed all of his parental training, achieving some bit of notoriety as a writer from his friends and neighbors. His passion for cooking and writing came together when he was published in early 1910, with his book A Poet's Guide to English Cuisine. Indeed, very few homes can be found that do not have a copy in their kitchen! </p>
<p>With the Great War raging, $[name] thought that experience with French cooking might enable him to expand his cooking skills, and thus began his military career. Every chance he had, $[name] ate in the local restaurants, often spending many hours learning from the cooks and chefs of each establishment. While in the Army, his second book was published: A Poet's Guide to French Cuisine. It was during the writing of his third book, Shakespeare, Foie Gras, and You! that $[name] discovered what he truly wanted to do with his life: Fly! </p >
<p>After his initial assignment to RFC 5, and flying BE.2 planes, $[name] saw that what he really wanted to do was fly scouts. After 3 impassioned pleas to his commanding officer for a transfer, $[name] realized that he must use his skills to get what he wanted. He worked feverishly on a paper for a London newspaper entitled: Lancaster Hot Pot or Cassoulet, which will win the war? The article sparked a feverish debate among the French and English, causing riots in restaurants and pubs alike. Recognizing the potential thread of $[name]'s pen, the politicians of the time pleaded with him to stop publishing. He agreed, under the condition that he be posted to 10 Squadron and assigned a Bristol Scout. After demonstrating his flying prowess for 4 months there, he was transferred. $[name] joined $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >
Yes, that is exactly what we need! Thank you!

Due to your numerous offers, we have expanded bio tags list:

  • $[name] tag instead of pilot Full name

  • $[firstName] tag instead of pilot First name

  • $[lastName] tag instead of pilot Last name

  • $[startRank] tag instead of pilot rank at the moment of career start

  • $[startRank] tag instead of pilot squad at the moment of career start

  • $[age] tag instead of pilot age at the moment of career start

  • $[startDate] tag instead of date at the moment of career start

  • $[birthdate] tag instead of pilot date of birth

  • <i>text</i> may be used for itallic text

ATTENTION - please dont re-format your previously posted bios - we have done it by ourself. Make oyur attention on new bios - FRA bios especialy.

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#65 BroadSide

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 02:33

I fixed a typo (not "thread" but "threat) in the British Writer career.

Here's another one (which fits into the category of "whatever I can imagine for a US pilot":

US Pilot Old Guy

<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] grew up under the redwood of California. Leaving home at an early age, he set out to make his fortune. After trying various jobs, such as carpentry, tailoring, and even a brief stint as a dentist, $[firstName] became more and more frustrated that there just wasn’t a job that he enjoyed. Then one day, a British Bulldog wandered across his path, carrying a boot in his mouth, and wearing a collar that said "my name is Wellington". Wellington's owner was nowhere to be found, and neither was the owner of the boot. After that, Wellington, $[firstName], and that boot were inseparable. They traveled the country providing quality footwear to those in need. </p>


<p>$[firstName] was quite an able boot salesman. He didn’t particularly enjoy his profession, but as he often stated to his clients, "everyone needs good boots!". The thing that was most enjoyable about his job was that he was able to have his dog, Wellington the 3rd, accompany him on his travels. Wellington the 1st, and Wellington the 2nd had lived long, and happy lives, and Wellington the 3rd was yet another happy bulldog. $[firstName] and Wellington travelled America selling boots and enjoying one another's company. $[firstName] was also a capable entrepreneur and had made a fortune with an invention that allowed boots to breathe so that at the end of the day, the feet would not be stinky. </p >


<p>When the war broke out, $[firstName] wanted to fly for the Lafayette escadrille, but they told him that he was too old. $[firstName] argued with the recruiters that there was an even older German pilot who was 46 years old when the war started. They agreed that there were older pilots, but still they had no desire to teach $[firstName] to fly. Never the one to take no for an answer, he bought his own plane and paid for private flying lessons, and then showed up with his plane and his dog. Amazed by his tenacity, he was accepted and posted to $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >



<p>After being accepted and earning his wings, $[firstName] proved very capable as a pilot. His eyesight was quite exceptional, despite his age. In addition to his flying prowess, he was also a mischievous fellow, often getting into trouble with his fellow pilots, with Wellington the 3rd shuffling along after. Written up repeatedly for his antics, $[firstName] was regularly reminded that a fellow of his age should be more mature, and set a better example. However, neither he, nor Wellington the 3rd, ever listened, recognizing that daring flying and crazy behavior went hand in hand. Indeed, with Wellington the 3rd, and that old original boot in the cockpit, $[firstName] felt that there was nothing that was impossible, not even for an old guy!</p>
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#66 BroadSide

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 03:08

German nobleman biography


<p>Born in Frankfurt on $[birthDate], $[name] led a very privileged life as the heir to the great fortune that his family had amassed. His father had built an empire by providing the finest cheeses to the world's wealthiest families. Allgau Emmentaler, Bruder Basil, and Cambazola all captured the taste buds of the world's elite, but it was Bierkaese, a semi-hard german cheese traditionally dipped and eaten with beer, that established $[name]'s family as a social and economic power of early 20th century Europe. </p>

<p>In this environment, $[firstname] grew to love cheese. Life WAS cheese! Not having to work, and being pampered with all of the luxuries his fortune could offer, (not to mention his cheese heavy diet) $[firstname] began to grow quite large. As he looked in the mirror one day, he noticed that he was twice the man that he had been. It was at this point that he decided to try to do something meaningful with his life. He set out with the goal that every family in Germany would be able to enjoy the amazing cheeses that only the wealthy and privileged had tasted before. </p>

<p>With the start of the Great War, $[name] wanted to fly, but he was told that he was too large. Longing to fly, he worked hard to lose weight, and he also hired a pilot to teach him to fly. When he again presented himself to the Die Fliegertruppen des deutschen Kaiserreiches ("Imperial German Flying Corps"), he was again denied, this time because of his nobility. His father had paid off a number of politicians so that they blocked $[firstname]'s attempts to join the Flying Corps. $[firstname], however, knew how to play this game. He sent a month's supply of smoked gouda to three of the most influential leaders of the German High Command, which got him what he wanted. </p>

<p>Finally, at the age of $[age], he joined the $[squad] on $[startdate], heavier than most, but light enough to fly. Immediately, $[firstname] gained popularity among his squadron, as he made sure that there was always plenty of Bierkaese and beer for the pilots (and the mechanics) of the $[squad]. Ever jovial and ready for a laugh, $[firstName] was the kind of friend that every pilot desired to have.</p>
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#67 O_Steviant

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 04:51

Here is an aussie pilot for your collection

Australian Aviator biography

<p>Born in Broken Hill, New South Wales on [$birthdate], [$name] grew up on a large grazing station and as a result had a keen sense of the ground and could pick out small details from a long distance away. His observation powers were far beyond that of people who grew up in urban environments.</p>

<p>[$firstname] worked as a stockman prior to volunteering for the Light Horse at the outbreak of hostilities. He transferred from the Light Horse after serving in Gallipoli and the Sinai and joined Australian Flying Corps as an observer, showing great enthusiasm and potential, demonstrating his superb observational skills. On the way home from reconnaissance missions he would often ask to take control of the aircraft using the spare control column in the observers cockpit, with the pilot still controlling the rudder.</p>

<p>For these reasons, when the squadron lost some of its experienced pilots to form new units, [$firstname] was among those selected for pilot training. He returned with his “wings” and quickly established a reputation as a talented flyer.</p>

<p>[$firstname] saw action over Palestine with No. 1 Squadron (AFC) flying BE2cs, Martinsydes, and a BE12a. [$name] has recently transferred into [$squad], arriving on [$startdate].</p>
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#68 J2_SteveF

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 12:22

@Flat Spin Man
While growing up poorest of the poor on the harsh streets of "Cheapside"

At the turn of the century Cheapside had come up in the world and was a very busy well to do shopping area. There would have been little in the way of social housing in that area and any that was there would have been for the middle classes.
London slums had moved from the city of London and were now in the eastend, to Whitechapel (prostiturtion -jack the ripper), Limehouse (old chine town -opium dens) and areas further east around the docks on both sides of the river.

For your example Whitechapel or Shoreditch are better locations
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#69 FlatSpinMan

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 13:55

Thanks for that info, Brigstock. I was going to google that kind of thing but alas, apathy won out again.

@Han - I have found the above plus a couple of other little corrections to the Scoundrel bio. Nothing is game breaking but error-free is better, right. I've added them to the version pasted below.
BTW, just saw screens of the new campaign set up - the concept looks excellent.

Scoundrel - British pilot biography
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<p>$[name] was wanted under a different name by the Metropolitan police for the double murder of Messrs. Walmseley (41) and Hertford (55). The warrant was issued under his real name - Francis Kenneth Harris - an identity he left behind along with the murder weapon, a pregnant girlfriend, debts amounting to the sum of 346 pounds, a score of convictions for fraud, theft and assault, to say nothing of the venomous hatred of his many victims. </p>
<Frankie, as he was known by his family and associates, was born on $[birthDate] in the slums of London, one of nine children. Only three would survive into adulthood due to infant illness, accident and violent death. In spite of his background, he was an attractive, precocious child. While growing up poorest of the poor on the harsh streets of Whitechapel, he quickly learned the tools of his trade – flattery, impersonation, deceit, and manipulation, all combined with sudden, intense violence. His first conviction, for theft, came at the age of seven, although he had already been involved in such scams for some three years by then. Many more were to follow. </p>
<p>As he grew up, he came to specialise in crimes of seduction. Posing as a down-on-his-luck son of a wealthy family, or as a young well-bred artist, he would trade on his good looks and charming manner to gain the favour of wealthy older women. They would house, feed, spoil and frequently bed him in return for his sincere entreaties of undying love and devotion. Once they began to see through his charade, or he had pushed his luck too far, he would unceremoniously flee one night, rucksack stuffed with valuables of his victim. Very few ever approached the police so as to avoid the ridicule that would be directed at them should their story become known. A youth spent in this manner was enormously instructive in terms of learning the speech, mannerisms and deportment of the “better classes”. He also met a “Who’s who?” of polite society, something that would serve him well in the future. </p>
<p>Inevitably, he met with the occasional obstacle or disruption in the course of his schemes. One such event, which led directly to the double murder he committed, took place in early 1914. At that time he had been romancing an attractive older spinster, Ms. Edwina Hertford (46), of a very prominent family. The takings were good, so he had determined to stay on as long as he was able. After several months of falsity, he was unmasked as the cad he truly was by the increasingly suspicious brother of his victim. The incident occurred one evening in the parlour of the Hertford residence in Chelsea. Mr. Hertford, and his companion, Mr. Walmseley, had amassed a damning body of evidence against Frankie. When confronted with it in full view of Ms. Hertford, he at first denied it outright. However, the evidence proved incontestable and, as his victim began to collapse in sobbing, heartbroken shame, Frankie leapt out of his armchair and drove himself at his accusers, slashing and stabbing at their faces with the pocket knife he always carried about his person. Unprepared for such violence, they were quickly overcome, their last moments spent gurgling as the blood drained from their throats into the rich pile of the Persian rug. Frankie then fled the scene, knowing that the game was up.</p>
<p> After lying low for some days, he went to a pub - much disguised – in order to begin on his next work. He had traded his artistic curly locks and garb in favour of a more respectable side part and three piece suit. He looked the perfect young gentleman. It was in this role that he encountered his latest victim, a certain Mr.$[name] - freshly arrived from the Dominion of New Zealand - to whom he bore a passing resemblance. Initiating conversation with the quiet young man with a comment about “giving the Hun a dashed good licking”, he learnt that his conversational partner had just been accepted into the Royal Flying Corps as a pilot cadet. Frankie, desperate to get away from London, instantly recognised the opportunity. After pressing his intended victim for more crucial elements of his past while plying him with Bitter, he suggested they go to another nearby pub. Happy to find a friend in the great metropolis, his young mark gladly acquiesced. A scant fifty yards from the pub, in a deserted alley, his throat was torn open. He thrashed out his last moments alone, choking on his own blood in a foul smelling refuse-strewn alley ten thousand miles from his home.</p>
<p>Frankie, or $[name], as he now thought of himself as he looked through his victim's personal effects, had found a new path. He didn’t know much about aviation but it didn’t matter. He was smart, motivated and so terribly, terribly ruthless. He knew he would succeed. What he would do once he finished training and made it to France, God only knew, but in a war where armies numbered in the millions he knew there would be plenty of opportunities for an ambitious young man such as himself.</p>
<p> After completing his training without incident he was assigned to $[squad]. He arrived on the continent, and on $[startdate], his name appeared on the blackboard for the day’s mission. Seeing it, he rubbed his hands at the prospect. The whole war was at his feet.</p>
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#70 DidNotFinish

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French Traveller Bio

<p> Frenchman $[name] from the time he was young, always sought out adventure. $[lastName] loved sight seeing. His parents also enjoyed this. While $[firstName] was young, his family went on trips all around Europe; Moscow, Istanbul, London, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Venice, and so on. $[lastName] had quite the childhood. He was always at the top of his class in school and by the time he was 17, he was one of the smartest young men in his hometown of Orleans. </p>

<p> Time went on and for a while $[firstName] travelled with his newly found girlfriend. Together, they travelled farther than ever before, New York, Gibraltar, Nassau, et cetera. $[name] was not a poor man. His father was coincedentally an aeroplane designer. His father had much to do with the design of the Nieuport II, III, and IV. The French government paid him generously. $[firstName] was used to money and adventure and flight. Though he never directly showed any interest in areoplanes, he had a slight curiousity in them, due mainly to his father's work. </p>

<p> War erupted in 1914 and $[lastName] no longer lived in France. He and his lover moved to Antigua in the West Indies. When he heard of the war, he caught the first boat to France and enlisted in the Aéronautique Militaire. He joined largely out of instinct. His father flew, and so should he. $[lastName] found that he loved flying. He was quoted as saying, "In all my life of travelling and exploring, I never thought of doing it from the air. It's a different world above the clouds." </p>

<p> $[firstName] was assigned to $[squad] on $[startDate]. He loved to see his beloved French countryside from the air until the first day he caught a glimpse of the front. His view on flying changed. His aeroplane was no longer for training and sightseeing, it was for killing his fellow men. $[lastName] never liked the idea of taking a life, but his patriotism took hold of him. He learned that he must fight and possibly die for his country so that his family, friends, and fellow Frenchmen may live. </p>

<p> $[lastName] hopes that when the war ends, he can move back to Antigua and marry his long-time girlfriend. He had it in the back of his head however, that he may never come home. His squadron mates note his tendency to pray beside his crate before every sortie. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to kill, but will do both to win the war in the air. </p>

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#71 Han

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Posted 05 March 2011 - 23:51

I fixed a typo (not "thread" but "threat) in the British Writer career.
Here's another one (which fits into the category of "whatever I can imagine for a US pilot":
US Pilot Old Guy
<p>Born on $[birthdate], $[name] grew up under the redwood of California. Leaving home at an early age, he set out to make his fortune. After trying various jobs, such as carpentry, tailoring, and even a brief stint as a dentist, $[firstName] became more and more frustrated that there just wasn’t a job that he enjoyed. Then one day, a British Bulldog wandered across his path, carrying a boot in his mouth, and wearing a collar that said "my name is Wellington". Wellington's owner was nowhere to be found, and neither was the owner of the boot. After that, Wellington, $[firstName], and that boot were inseparable. They traveled the country providing quality footwear to those in need. </p>
<p>$[firstName] was quite an able boot salesman. He didn’t particularly enjoy his profession, but as he often stated to his clients, "everyone needs good boots!". The thing that was most enjoyable about his job was that he was able to have his dog, Wellington the 3rd, accompany him on his travels. Wellington the 1st, and Wellington the 2nd had lived long, and happy lives, and Wellington the 3rd was yet another happy bulldog. $[firstName] and Wellington travelled America selling boots and enjoying one another's company. $[firstName] was also a capable entrepreneur and had made a fortune with an invention that allowed boots to breathe so that at the end of the day, the feet would not be stinky. </p >
<p>When the war broke out, $[firstName] wanted to fly for the Lafayette escadrille, but they told him that he was too old. $[firstName] argued with the recruiters that there was an even older German pilot who was 46 years old when the war started. They agreed that there were older pilots, but still they had no desire to teach $[firstName] to fly. Never the one to take no for an answer, he bought his own plane and paid for private flying lessons, and then showed up with his plane and his dog. Amazed by his tenacity, he was accepted and posted to $[squad] on $[startdate].</p >
<p>After being accepted and earning his wings, $[firstName] proved very capable as a pilot. His eyesight was quite exceptional, despite his age. In addition to his flying prowess, he was also a mischievous fellow, often getting into trouble with his fellow pilots, with Wellington the 3rd shuffling along after. Written up repeatedly for his antics, $[firstName] was regularly reminded that a fellow of his age should be more mature, and set a better example. However, neither he, nor Wellington the 3rd, ever listened, recognizing that daring flying and crazy behavior went hand in hand. Indeed, with Wellington the 3rd, and that old original boot in the cockpit, $[firstName] felt that there was nothing that was impossible, not even for an old guy!</p>
Cool! Thank you!

German nobleman biography
<p>Born in Frankfurt on $[birthDate], $[name] led a very privileged life as the heir to the great fortune that his family had amassed. His father had built an empire by providing the finest cheeses to the world's wealthiest families. Allgau Emmentaler, Bruder Basil, and Cambazola all captured the taste buds of the world's elite, but it was Bierkaese, a semi-hard german cheese traditionally dipped and eaten with beer, that established $[name]'s family as a social and economic power of early 20th century Europe. </p>
<p>In this environment, $[firstname] grew to love cheese. Life WAS cheese! Not having to work, and being pampered with all of the luxuries his fortune could offer, (not to mention his cheese heavy diet) $[firstname] began to grow quite large. As he looked in the mirror one day, he noticed that he was twice the man that he had been. It was at this point that he decided to try to do something meaningful with his life. He set out with the goal that every family in Germany would be able to enjoy the amazing cheeses that only the wealthy and privileged had tasted before. </p>
<p>With the start of the Great War, $[name] wanted to fly, but he was told that he was too large. Longing to fly, he worked hard to lose weight, and he also hired a pilot to teach him to fly. When he again presented himself to the Die Fliegertruppen des deutschen Kaiserreiches ("Imperial German Flying Corps"), he was again denied, this time because of his nobility. His father had paid off a number of politicians so that they blocked $[firstname]'s attempts to join the Flying Corps. $[firstname], however, knew how to play this game. He sent a month's supply of smoked gouda to three of the most influential leaders of the German High Command, which got him what he wanted. </p>
<p>Finally, at the age of $[age], he joined the $[squad] on $[startdate], heavier than most, but light enough to fly. Immediately, $[firstname] gained popularity among his squadron, as he made sure that there was always plenty of Bierkaese and beer for the pilots (and the mechanics) of the $[squad]. Ever jovial and ready for a laugh, $[firstName] was the kind of friend that every pilot desired to have.</p>
Oh, great, this what we need for Germans. Thank you!

Here is an aussie pilot for your collection
Australian Aviator biography
<p>Born in Broken Hill, New South Wales on [$birthdate], [$name] grew up on a large grazing station and as a result had a keen sense of the ground and could pick out small details from a long distance away. His observation powers were far beyond that of people who grew up in urban environments.</p>
<p>[$firstname] worked as a stockman prior to volunteering for the Light Horse at the outbreak of hostilities. He transferred from the Light Horse after serving in Gallipoli and the Sinai and joined Australian Flying Corps as an observer, showing great enthusiasm and potential, demonstrating his superb observational skills. On the way home from reconnaissance missions he would often ask to take control of the aircraft using the spare control column in the observers cockpit, with the pilot still controlling the rudder.</p>
<p>For these reasons, when the squadron lost some of its experienced pilots to form new units, [$firstname] was among those selected for pilot training. He returned with his “wings” and quickly established a reputation as a talented flyer.</p>
<p>[$firstname] saw action over Palestine with No. 1 Squadron (AFC) flying BE2cs, Martinsydes, and a BE12a. [$name] has recently transferred into [$squad], arriving on [$startdate].</p>
Great! Many thanks!

Thanks for that info, Brigstock. I was going to google that kind of thing but alas, apathy won out again.
@Han - I have found the above plus a couple of other little corrections to the Scoundrel bio. Nothing is game breaking but error-free is better, right. I've added them to the version pasted below.
BTW, just saw screens of the new campaign set up - the concept looks excellent.
Scoundrel - British pilot biography
Thank you for your care! Corrections added.

French Traveller Bio
<p> Frenchman $[name] from the time he was young, always sought out adventure. $[lastName] loved sight seeing. His parents also enjoyed this. While $[firstName] was young, his family went on trips all around Europe; Moscow, Istanbul, London, Berlin, Paris, Rome, Venice, and so on. $[lastName] had quite the childhood. He was always at the top of his class in school and by the time he was 17, he was one of the smartest young men in his hometown of Orleans. </p>
<p> Time went on and for a while $[firstName] travelled with his newly found girlfriend. Together, they travelled farther than ever before, New York, Gibraltar, Nassau, et cetera. $[name] was not a poor man. His father was coincedentally an aeroplane designer. His father had much to do with the design of the Nieuport II, III, and IV. The French government paid him generously. $[firstName] was used to money and adventure and flight. Though he never directly showed any interest in areoplanes, he had a slight curiousity in them, due mainly to his father's work. </p>
<p> War erupted in 1914 and $[lastName] no longer lived in France. He and his lover moved to Antigua in the West Indies. When he heard of the war, he caught the first boat to France and enlisted in the Aeronautique Militaire. He joined largely out of instinct. His father flew, and so should he. $[lastName] found that he loved flying. He was quoted as saying, "In all my life of travelling and exploring, I never thought of doing it from the air. It's a different world above the clouds." </p>
<p> $[firstName] was assigned to $[squad] on $[startDate]. He loved to see his beloved French countryside from the air until the first day he caught a glimpse of the front. His view on flying changed. His aeroplane was no longer for training and sightseeing, it was for killing his fellow men. $[lastName] never liked the idea of taking a life, but his patriotism took hold of him. He learned that he must fight and possibly die for his country so that his family, friends, and fellow Frenchmen may live. </p>
<p> $[lastName] hopes that when the war ends, he can move back to Antigua and marry his long-time girlfriend. He had it in the back of his head however, that he may never come home. His squadron mates note his tendency to pray beside his crate before every sortie. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to kill, but will do both to win the war in the air. </p>
yes, that waht we most need now - as you see from the list below we have lack of French bios now. Thank you!
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#72 DidNotFinish

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 04:16

Han, I'd like to make a correction to my French Traveler Biography…

In the first sentence, it reads "Frenchman $[name] from the time he was young, always sought out adventure."

Could you change it to "Since the time he was young, Frenchman $[name] always sought out adventure."

In english, the second way sounds much better.
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#73 duz

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 13:13

Here we go…. this is first time, sorry for my english.
Feel free to modify if you don't like it

Italian Nobleman

<p> $[name] was born in Turin, the ancient capital city of the Italian Reign . He was the son of a wealthy landowner. The younger initially studied at a private school in Turin before, in October 1907, he entered the Modena military academy. As he had become a passionate equestrian as an antidote to classroom boredom, he became a cavalryman with the prestigious Piemonte Reale Cavalleria Regiment upon his commissioning in 1910. This first duty station offered him the concerts and opera in Rome, as well as hunting and equestrian competitions; he gained a bit of fame in the latter. This little idyll was spoiled by orders to a small town in central Italy. Then became interested in aviation and learned to fly at Rheims, France, receiving his pilot's license on 9 July 1912. During the outbreak of World War I, since Italy as declared itself neutral, he decided to serve in the French Air Service as a volounter, first as an instructor and later as a fighter pilot. His first attempts to shoot down enemy aircraft were frustrated by frequent machine gun jams, but he didn't loose his will to fight. But after some time of fight $[name] suffered of a nervous breakdown, soon recovered thanks to his mates. Despite his frail psyche $[name] continues on fighting with indomitable tenacity, ferocius energy and sublime courage thank to his mates and hoping that Italy's enters the war against the huns.
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#74 WWBrian

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 13:50

American Religious (WHATEVER you may imagine for GER/FRA/GBR/US air forces pilot)

<p><i>"A good mother is the greatest blessing ever bestowed on a family of children; and a godless, wicked, worldly mother is the greatest curse that ever blighted a home!"</i></p>

<br><p>$[name] was born $[birthdate] in Greenville, Mississippi to a large evangelical Southern Baptist family. $[firstName]’s father, Samuel $[lastName] was a shrewd hard-working businessman. His mother, Mabel was a kind and loving soul to all those around her and was a major source of inspiration throughout young $[firstName]’s life.</p>
<p>Showing promise as young adult, $[lastName] traveled to Washington D.C. and began studying theology at Georgetown University. During the course of his studies, $[lastName]’s father became mysteriously ill, and $[firstName] postponed his schooling to return home to tend to the family emergency. A few days after he returned home in March of 1915, $[lastName]’s father Samuel suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. $[firstName] took his father’s death so hard that it shook his faith to the core. Forsaken and empty, $[lastName] began drinking heavily to escape his overwhelming grief.</p>
<p>$[lastName] would not end up returning to his studies after his father’s death, preferring instead to wallow in the bottom of his next bottle. During the following month, deep into his ongoing depression, $[lastName] had traveled to New York City with his mother to see her off on a trip she needed to take to meet with relatives in Liverpool, England.</p>
<p>Arriving at Pier 54 in the morning hours of 1 May 1915, the ship $[firstName]’s mother was to take happened to be running two-hours behind schedule, and Mabel used that time to console her son. It is still unknown to this day what was said during those private moments, but the revelations it would bring to $[name] in the following days would be profound.</p>
<p>Six days later, his mother’s ship, RMS<i> Lusitania</i> would be sunk by a German submarine off the southern coast of Ireland. His mother would be among the 885 victims to never be recovered. When news of this tragedy reached $[lastName] a week later, it would shock him into the salvation he so desperately needed.</p>
<p>Within the following year and unable to return to the University, $[name] joined the U.S Army to preach the unsearchable riches of Christ. With the onset of war, $[lastName] first posted to the American Field Service. During his time in northern France on the front lines, $[lastName] would spend entire days anointing and performing last rites for dying soldiers.</p>
<p>Certain there must be a better way God intended humans to wage war against one another, $[name] transferred to the Army Air Service in an attempt to get “closer to God”. After receiving his flight training, $[name] was posted to $[squad] on $[startDate].</p>

<br><p><i>…he continues being heard reciting scripture to both friends and foe alike.</i></p>




…if this could be double-checked for errors, (especially gramatical issues and sentance structure) that would be appreciated.
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#75 SYN_Bandy

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 21:46

Thank you for recognizing the Commonwealth countries (Canada, Australia, S.Africa, etc.) since they provided a disproportionate number of Aces to the RFC and RAF. I've written a few bio's specifically for that niche, and hope you like them.

A British Commonwealth (Canadian) biography. Reverend's son.

<p>$[name] was born and raised in the small Ottawa valley town of Beamington, Ontario on $[birthDate].   Being the son of an Anglican Minister, high expectations were set that he could not, or would not, achieve. When $[firstName] was debarred from medical school he enlisted with the Victorian Light Infantry of the Tenth Canadian Division to escape the embarrassment.  Having attended the C.O.T.C. while at University, he entered service as a subaltern commissioned officer.</p>  

<p>After crossing the Atlantic in the HMS Dismalia, he arrived in France and fought in the Second Battle of Ypres in 1915. After witnessing many unnecessary deaths and questioning the senseless tactics employed, he was branded an agitator by his Battalion Commander.  After being 'volunteered' for a midnight trench raid to grab an enemy soldier for information, $[lastName] became incredibly disoriented on rum while in no-man's-land, circled back to his own lines and knocked his C.O. unconscious after mistaking him for a German officer. Returning later with the C.O. on his back, he was congratulated for recapturing him from the imagined German raiding party!  However, a transfer was subsequently, and quietly, arranged to the Royal Flying Corps (R.F.C.) where life expectancy was measured in weeks that could be counted on one hand.</p>

<p>$[lastName]'s flight training was on the Maurice Farman Shorthorn at No.2 School of Military Aeronautics at Oxford, and advanced training followed at the 25th Training Wing at Castle Bromwich on AVRO 504’s. In June 1916, $[lastName] was finally assigned to an active air combat unit as a $[startRank].  His squadron recently converted from the less effective early pusher aircraft to the newest front engined type.</p>

<p>A few talented pilots took to the new agile bus, with its synchronized Vickers, and quickly achieved the inner circle of 'ace status'. $[lastName] struggled with engine reliability and had to turn back on several of his first missions with a dud engine. He also found that rotary engined aircraft do live up to their nasty handling reputation for the uninitiated pilot. Once again he was perceived as a problem case, however he survived his initial missions and baptism of fire to become a somewhat reliable, if underachieving, pilot for now.</p>

<p>On $[startDate], $[startRank]$[lastName] was quickly transferred to $[squad] which has suffered high casualties in repeated engagements with the new large German offensive formations, tactics that are costing the R.F.C. dearly. <i>"Out of the frying pan and into the fire…",</i> but it is a chance to start over and prove himself just one last time.</p>


EDITED for proper career truncation, and rotary engine (as pointed out in later posts…)
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#76 Tom-Cundall

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 21:57

Has anyone done an American to join Lafayette squadron??
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#77 WWBrian

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 22:15

Has anyone done an American to join Lafayette squadron??

I don't think you want to be that specific Tom. If you write a bio to fit that squadron specifically, then it wont fit for any bio where the player doesn't select the Lafayette Escadrille…

…this is the whole purpose of the $[squad] tag.

…but I tried to write my earlier American Laborer bio to "fit" for volunteer French, by leaving out US military service as well as having fewer dates at the end thus not "locking" him into fitting only certain squadrons at specific times.

In my opinion, being vague is a good strategy for trying to write an American bio to fit for both 1918 US pilot bio's as well as also fiting 1916 volunteer French bios…

…perhaps a more specific Lafayette Escadrille bio should be written as if it were a French bio now that I think more about it. Not sure…

What I am sure about - is there are a lot of good contributors here in this thread. This is shaping up quite nicely.
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#78 BroadSide

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 22:16

US Old Guy touched on it…but certainly room for another, with more LE involved!
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#79 BroadSide

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 22:20

an American joining the LF, could actually be a French bio, starting in 1915….
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#80 WWBrian

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Posted 06 March 2011 - 23:38

@Broadside: Exactly what I'm beginning to think as well. Writting them up as a French bio instead of American would go a long way to helping make them "fit".



@Bandy: Great story Bandy! Just wondering if you saw Han's requirement of –

Biographies should be UNIVERSAL - this means that:
1. History which is contained by biogrpahy should be trunkated by Summer of 1916

meaning end your bio no later than summer of 1916…I suspect this is a requirement so that all bios will "fit" for any selections a player may make in the new career mode. Using your bio as an example:

If a player were to create an SE5 pilot career, say in late 1917 or so - your bio would work out great…

…however, if that same player wanted to create a Dh2 pilot career that starts in the summer of 1916…you bio would not "fit". (no such thing as Camels yet - and his 1917 history would not work)

It's a great story, and I applaud your giving the Commonwealth countries the recognition they deserve. But I would humbly submit a suggestion to "early it up" a bit, and adjust your dates to an earlier timeframe - so we can all use this bio in our early year careers.
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