Post by Malcolm Walker on Apr 11, 2008 14:43:33 GMT
ACCEPTED! Welcome to the board!
I've given you the standard Medic Rank, obviously, you may earn higher when Role Playing. Again, welcome!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Malcolm Walker
Nationality:
English
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Malcolm was born into a family where there were several older, burly brothers. a stern Father, his Mother and a little sister. Growing up in the farming areas, Malcolm stood out, he was "bookish" and quiet while his brothers were burly. At fifteen, with the war looming and all his brothers signing up. The young Malcolm agreed to join, however, decided to help within the Red Cross to help treat the wounded soldiers.
Military Rank:
You can pick I have faith in you
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Malcolm slowly crept, the feeling of someone watching him was endless. Where were they? Who were they? Brown eyes looked around, as the silence wouldn't ease up against him. A lone bird chirped, he watched it while holding his medication kit and when it took flight he jerked backwards. He was not brave, his legs quivered beneath him as he hid behind the piece of rumble. He couldn't tell what type of building it was prior to being blown to bits. Sighing softly, trying to build up his confidence and instead his heartbeat pounded his ears. Looking down, he was a British soldier and didn't bother to treat him. Why? Fear. No. It could have had something to do with the fact the Man's head was about two metres away from him. Wincing, he wiped the stale, blackened blood off his face as he continued on his way. Trying to be quiet and treat his men. He heard moaning, slowly he crept towards the sound. Praying that he would not wet himself like he did during his first battle.
I've given you the standard Medic Rank, obviously, you may earn higher when Role Playing. Again, welcome!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Malcolm Walker
Nationality:
English
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Malcolm was born into a family where there were several older, burly brothers. a stern Father, his Mother and a little sister. Growing up in the farming areas, Malcolm stood out, he was "bookish" and quiet while his brothers were burly. At fifteen, with the war looming and all his brothers signing up. The young Malcolm agreed to join, however, decided to help within the Red Cross to help treat the wounded soldiers.
Military Rank:
You can pick I have faith in you
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Malcolm slowly crept, the feeling of someone watching him was endless. Where were they? Who were they? Brown eyes looked around, as the silence wouldn't ease up against him. A lone bird chirped, he watched it while holding his medication kit and when it took flight he jerked backwards. He was not brave, his legs quivered beneath him as he hid behind the piece of rumble. He couldn't tell what type of building it was prior to being blown to bits. Sighing softly, trying to build up his confidence and instead his heartbeat pounded his ears. Looking down, he was a British soldier and didn't bother to treat him. Why? Fear. No. It could have had something to do with the fact the Man's head was about two metres away from him. Wincing, he wiped the stale, blackened blood off his face as he continued on his way. Trying to be quiet and treat his men. He heard moaning, slowly he crept towards the sound. Praying that he would not wet himself like he did during his first battle.