Post by Guest on Jun 15, 2009 2:45:10 GMT
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Welcome to IO, anyquestions we have plenty of help threads, also feel free to ask the staff or any of the members for assistance, welcome and enjoy!
-JT
Account E-Mail:
EDITED OUT!
Name:
Kane Jonathan Hox
Nationality:
French-Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States
Character History:
Born and raised in Hopedale, Canada; more or less for the earliest years of the young man’s life. Name was an alternative to Cain, since Labrador was indeed the land that God had given to Cain. His parents thought he’d have a little more luck with such a name, though it was completely untrue. By the time 1920 wrapped around, however, the family had to leave Labrador and move into the community of Niagara Falls in America.
Once the move was complete, they had to turn to the son of the family. Not even after two months of the life in America, they had a daughter. It was a good age difference, one year between the two. Though the only problem that would come up was the death of his mother a few days after the daughter’s birth, hence her name of Caroline Joann Hox the II.
For ten years the father of the bunch was forced to raise the two on his own; just earning citizenship in the later months of 1927. This was not freedom, however, when the neighborhood started to slowly die from the depression, they had to move from their house once again. The Hox family had to move further south, to Pennsylvania; where he managed to by a small corn farm for under a hundred dollars.
Farm life provided itself ease of life and the suffering of the Depression. The corn was easily sold for many different people, most especially to stillers for whiskey. With a large harvest they even afforded two chickens, one male and one female. With this a stray dog even attracted itself into the farm, being the official friend of the young man.
For five more years, 1937, he lived and educated in peace. The day finally came, and Kane choose his profession, he was going to be a doctor. He went to the University of Pittsburgh and went straight into his medical classes. He aimed to be a surgeon halfway through his course, in 1940. He had a friend too, who studied with him until he ran out of money and went off to join the Navy,
The two kept in touch for what seemed like years, which was only one year and three months. But there was something wrong during December; his friend was stationed on the USS Arizona, as a doctor. When the attack came, Kane listened in horror of the after-attack report, the USS Arizona went down with all her crew. Immediately Kane went to his professors, took his Major in Physical Medicine and his minor in Mental Therapy.
After February in 1942, Kane went straight to the Marine Recruiter; but he took one good look at the small 5’8” man with a weight of 160 pounds and said ‘No.’ After this he tried for the Navy; denied, the Paratroopers; denied, the infantry; denied, and finally for the Medical Corps, and was accepted.
He spent one year exactly learning to take care of soldiers and get a little combat knowledge. He was not the best fighter, but excelled as a Medic. Ironically enough he was sent straight to work in North Afrika, in a field hospital.
Military Rank:
Medic of the Field
Writing Sample:
The orders were clear, a platoon of soldiers were to escort a medic to an outpost beyond the German lines. Only the plan lacked one thing: a group of soldiers willing to escort a foureyed medic to the Outpost. The medic, a short 5’8” man, looked like he couldn’t even take down a stuffed animal, let alone a German if he got attacked.
Armed with only his little .45 Colt, incase a German did get the idea to kill the medic; he departed from the small mud-base. One thing churned in the young man’s head: It was against the Geneva Convention to kill Medics. But he remembered a medic, sitting in one of the rear bases, with a hole clean through his head, the damn Red Cross VISIBLE on his shoulders, bag, and helmet.
The thought of death send a shiver through the man’s spine as he crept forward, he also remembered his friend, on the Arizona, he was just a simple Doctor and the Japanese killed him. So what would stop the Germans from doing the same? It was dark anyways, the night, they might mistake him for a regular GI if he ran into a probe, or a patrol. Thoughts of him ending up with at the barrel of a burp gun filled his head, but he somehow shook them off. ”You must push on, those guys need help,” his conscience screamed at him.
His hands were his eyes in the dark, groping and moving around like a rodent would. Occasionally they’d run over a nettle, which hurt like holy hell, but he pressed on. Calluses would form later of to cover up the scabs. He was aware if the pain from the nettle pricks each time his hand found the ground, the thorns stuck in well, and that hurt. ”If you make a sound from the pain you die,” the little voice in his head reminded him as the needle pressed in deep.
The sweat ran down his head as he heard a snap of a twig, then a muffled voice, it was German all right, but it seemed like a probe rather a patrol from the lack of cluttering weapons. The medic’s body froze as he made like a shrub; carefully eying the German as he walked passed him. To his surprise it was to relieve himself on a tree.
”Thank god,” he said almost mutely as he trudged along towards the outpost, which was supposed to be a small cave in the side of a rocky outcrop. Only one thought ran through his mind then: What was going to happen now? He was just simply there then, and from the looks of it, the Germans had not discovered it either, for there was one sentry hidden against the rocks, almost invisible if they were not paying close enough attention…
((I changed up the scenario a little to help with me writing, I hope you do not mind it too much.))
Welcome to IO, anyquestions we have plenty of help threads, also feel free to ask the staff or any of the members for assistance, welcome and enjoy!
-JT
Account E-Mail:
EDITED OUT!
Name:
Kane Jonathan Hox
Nationality:
French-Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States
Character History:
Born and raised in Hopedale, Canada; more or less for the earliest years of the young man’s life. Name was an alternative to Cain, since Labrador was indeed the land that God had given to Cain. His parents thought he’d have a little more luck with such a name, though it was completely untrue. By the time 1920 wrapped around, however, the family had to leave Labrador and move into the community of Niagara Falls in America.
Once the move was complete, they had to turn to the son of the family. Not even after two months of the life in America, they had a daughter. It was a good age difference, one year between the two. Though the only problem that would come up was the death of his mother a few days after the daughter’s birth, hence her name of Caroline Joann Hox the II.
For ten years the father of the bunch was forced to raise the two on his own; just earning citizenship in the later months of 1927. This was not freedom, however, when the neighborhood started to slowly die from the depression, they had to move from their house once again. The Hox family had to move further south, to Pennsylvania; where he managed to by a small corn farm for under a hundred dollars.
Farm life provided itself ease of life and the suffering of the Depression. The corn was easily sold for many different people, most especially to stillers for whiskey. With a large harvest they even afforded two chickens, one male and one female. With this a stray dog even attracted itself into the farm, being the official friend of the young man.
For five more years, 1937, he lived and educated in peace. The day finally came, and Kane choose his profession, he was going to be a doctor. He went to the University of Pittsburgh and went straight into his medical classes. He aimed to be a surgeon halfway through his course, in 1940. He had a friend too, who studied with him until he ran out of money and went off to join the Navy,
The two kept in touch for what seemed like years, which was only one year and three months. But there was something wrong during December; his friend was stationed on the USS Arizona, as a doctor. When the attack came, Kane listened in horror of the after-attack report, the USS Arizona went down with all her crew. Immediately Kane went to his professors, took his Major in Physical Medicine and his minor in Mental Therapy.
After February in 1942, Kane went straight to the Marine Recruiter; but he took one good look at the small 5’8” man with a weight of 160 pounds and said ‘No.’ After this he tried for the Navy; denied, the Paratroopers; denied, the infantry; denied, and finally for the Medical Corps, and was accepted.
He spent one year exactly learning to take care of soldiers and get a little combat knowledge. He was not the best fighter, but excelled as a Medic. Ironically enough he was sent straight to work in North Afrika, in a field hospital.
Military Rank:
Medic of the Field
Writing Sample:
The orders were clear, a platoon of soldiers were to escort a medic to an outpost beyond the German lines. Only the plan lacked one thing: a group of soldiers willing to escort a foureyed medic to the Outpost. The medic, a short 5’8” man, looked like he couldn’t even take down a stuffed animal, let alone a German if he got attacked.
Armed with only his little .45 Colt, incase a German did get the idea to kill the medic; he departed from the small mud-base. One thing churned in the young man’s head: It was against the Geneva Convention to kill Medics. But he remembered a medic, sitting in one of the rear bases, with a hole clean through his head, the damn Red Cross VISIBLE on his shoulders, bag, and helmet.
The thought of death send a shiver through the man’s spine as he crept forward, he also remembered his friend, on the Arizona, he was just a simple Doctor and the Japanese killed him. So what would stop the Germans from doing the same? It was dark anyways, the night, they might mistake him for a regular GI if he ran into a probe, or a patrol. Thoughts of him ending up with at the barrel of a burp gun filled his head, but he somehow shook them off. ”You must push on, those guys need help,” his conscience screamed at him.
His hands were his eyes in the dark, groping and moving around like a rodent would. Occasionally they’d run over a nettle, which hurt like holy hell, but he pressed on. Calluses would form later of to cover up the scabs. He was aware if the pain from the nettle pricks each time his hand found the ground, the thorns stuck in well, and that hurt. ”If you make a sound from the pain you die,” the little voice in his head reminded him as the needle pressed in deep.
The sweat ran down his head as he heard a snap of a twig, then a muffled voice, it was German all right, but it seemed like a probe rather a patrol from the lack of cluttering weapons. The medic’s body froze as he made like a shrub; carefully eying the German as he walked passed him. To his surprise it was to relieve himself on a tree.
”Thank god,” he said almost mutely as he trudged along towards the outpost, which was supposed to be a small cave in the side of a rocky outcrop. Only one thought ran through his mind then: What was going to happen now? He was just simply there then, and from the looks of it, the Germans had not discovered it either, for there was one sentry hidden against the rocks, almost invisible if they were not paying close enough attention…
((I changed up the scenario a little to help with me writing, I hope you do not mind it too much.))