[size=8]His name was Kaspar Fischer, and he was one of eighteen fighters accompanying the three big bombers on a sweep of destruction over the big industrial centre of the north-west (what was the name of the city? Kaspar couldn't remember- and, he supposed, it didn't matter much). From above he watched the bombs fall, and it was an awe-inspiring sight to see the shockwaves radiate out in perfect circles, reducing the orderly edges of walls and buildings to disorganized rubble. It was frightening, too, but he tried not to let himself be frightened. After his first flight, he'd realized that it didn't do any good.
PLOT;; pretty simple; my character is a German fighter pilot in the Second World War who crash-lands his plane in northwest England, behind enemy lines. But there's a twist; he's actually landed in the modern day, in the year 2016, where he is found by your character- someone around his own age who lives on the farm whose field he's crashed in. That's all the guidelines I have for your character- everything else is up to you! Don't let the darker tone of this first post fool you- this'll probably be a pretty fluffy romantic comedy style roleplay with lots of cute misunderstandings and stuff like that.
Please only join if you're an advanced roleplayer- as long as your posts can at least match mine in terms of length, I'll be satisfied (and as long as you can write well and your character isn't a mary sue!). Please don't track unless you're planning to get your reply up within a few hours at most, and please don't post saying "can I join"- I'll answer that question right now. Yes, you can join.
I don't have a faceclaim for Kaspar, but you can picture him: he's a skinny eighteen-year-old, 6'2" and 150 lbs, very German face, more cute than handsome, innocent-looking, longish curly blond hair, big blue eyes. His plane looks like this: