Post by Finley JohnFrederick Chapman on Dec 14, 2011 20:21:19 GMT
Account E-Mail: Dudes, it's Addie. Again. (finleyjfchapman)
Name: Finley John-Frederick Chapman
Nationality:
Scottish-English, has an English citizenship
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
In the modern army, Finley John-Frederick Chapman would be one of those guys who puts on YouTube a video of himself dancing. Not just dancing, no, but dancing to Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back while mopping out the bathroom, apparently attempting to woo an unused mop. In the days of the battle against Hitler, however, he's one of those "odd" men that command liked to keep shoved away until absolutely necessary. Too cheery, too quirky and more like a little boy who's downed several cups of coffee (with sugar), no one took him seriously. His attempts to be "innovative" - trying to get confetti fired out of tanks at birthdays, inhaling helium and then trying to talk over the radio, and dressing in drag and singing in hospitals to cheer the sick up - made him look more like a nutcase then a genius. He was demoted several times for doing something extraordinarily stupid, including one such occasion that involved an officer, a crocodile, and several ruined batches of fresh laundry.
But who was that queer fellow, who made smiley faces out of pancakes and bacon, and who often tried to be some sort of proto-psychologist, even going so far as hanging a doctor's sign over a supply room he worked in? The answer was neither spectacular nor "out of there" - he was the son of an Englishman businessman and a Scottish shepherdess. His father was a posh, proper fellow who found his bride on the edge of the Scottish highlands, taking her from a croft and down to the Welsh-English border, her heavy with his child. The wedding was quick, the pregnancy not so publicized until some time after, as Finley had nearly been born out of wedlock.
The fact that the pair's romance cooled off after a few months should have been a sign of things to come.
What had been a fairytale romance of passion and thrill soon turned into a regrettable snap decision. Despite the fact Mr. Harrison Chapman wooed her, gifted her and gave her a great expanse of land to live upon, Mrs. Eliza MacLeod was unhappy. Her husband was never home, treated her more like a pearl necklace to show off, and she had seen him act like quite the ladies' man towards other women. Eliza herself was not innocent, as she too had flirted with men on the side, and didn't always tell her husband how much she spent on horses or new clothes. Finley was mostly sheltered from the growing madness, smothered and babied by his parents until the tender age of thirteen. That was when everything fell apart, and what had been shameless flirting had turned to affairs on both sides.
The separation of the couple was messy. Finley was fought over like a scrap of meat between two dogs, with his mother returning to her croft in the Scottish countryside. An agreement was reached that, every other month, Finley would visit his mother; his father would have him the rest of the time. As a result, he was bounced back and forth between Scotland and England for his childhood, withdrawing from two conflicting and broken homes. His father had become an alcoholic in later years, neglectful of Finley and quite the womanizer; his mother decided he needed to be disciplined a little too hard. One traumatic event in particular was being forced to spend a rainy night tending sheep in the fields, all because he was ten minutes late getting home after dark. On saner days, it was a vicious whipping with a belt that he got; he figured she didn't want him turning out like his father: without the fear of God put into him by women.
At sixteen, in 1935, Finley left home and ran for his ever-loving life to the Welsh coast. He had vacationed there with his parents a few times, and loved it very much so. There he got a job as a fisherman, though the job scared the living daylights out of him due to the rough conditions at sea. After nearly being swept overboard five different times, Finley decided he'd had enough, and moved back inland into England's West Country. There he jumped around from job to job, packing up (again) and moving to England in 1939. He hadn't had a steady income, at that point, for almost three years.
Luckily for Finley, the war decided to begin right about then.
Military Rank:
Private, unless you guys think he should be higher.
Writing Sample:
"Well then, that's a bit of a bugger, now isn't it?"
Everyone stared at Finley like he was nuts. Despite the fact that their Sergeant had just literally bit the bullet, Finley was just sitting and cleaning his gun like nothing had happened. Looking at the Sarge, then at Finley, then back at the Sarge, the other Privates were as white as sheets on the line.
"CHAPMAN!"
"What?" asked Finley as a mortar shell exploded nearby. He winced, bits of sticky mud flying down and onto the back of his head, but otherwise calmly cleaning his rifle. "It's just a setback."
"A setback? A SETBACK?!" screamed one of the Privates. "Chapman, WE'RE PINNED!!"
"So?" said Finley, putting away his gun-rag and pulling out a box of ammunition. "A setback is just a not-so-neutral term for a small wrench in the greater scheme of things." Popping open his gun, he batted an eye towards where another mortar landed, somewhere far off in a hole filled with screams. "We just need to rethink our strategy."
The group couldn't believe their ears. Chapman was, by far, the nuttiest, most incompetent soldier among the lot of them; he was more obsessed with sorting guns by caliber and shininess than firing it in the right direction. Who in their right mind would listen to him?
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: I've been here for a while.
Name: Finley John-Frederick Chapman
Nationality:
Scottish-English, has an English citizenship
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
In the modern army, Finley John-Frederick Chapman would be one of those guys who puts on YouTube a video of himself dancing. Not just dancing, no, but dancing to Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back while mopping out the bathroom, apparently attempting to woo an unused mop. In the days of the battle against Hitler, however, he's one of those "odd" men that command liked to keep shoved away until absolutely necessary. Too cheery, too quirky and more like a little boy who's downed several cups of coffee (with sugar), no one took him seriously. His attempts to be "innovative" - trying to get confetti fired out of tanks at birthdays, inhaling helium and then trying to talk over the radio, and dressing in drag and singing in hospitals to cheer the sick up - made him look more like a nutcase then a genius. He was demoted several times for doing something extraordinarily stupid, including one such occasion that involved an officer, a crocodile, and several ruined batches of fresh laundry.
But who was that queer fellow, who made smiley faces out of pancakes and bacon, and who often tried to be some sort of proto-psychologist, even going so far as hanging a doctor's sign over a supply room he worked in? The answer was neither spectacular nor "out of there" - he was the son of an Englishman businessman and a Scottish shepherdess. His father was a posh, proper fellow who found his bride on the edge of the Scottish highlands, taking her from a croft and down to the Welsh-English border, her heavy with his child. The wedding was quick, the pregnancy not so publicized until some time after, as Finley had nearly been born out of wedlock.
The fact that the pair's romance cooled off after a few months should have been a sign of things to come.
What had been a fairytale romance of passion and thrill soon turned into a regrettable snap decision. Despite the fact Mr. Harrison Chapman wooed her, gifted her and gave her a great expanse of land to live upon, Mrs. Eliza MacLeod was unhappy. Her husband was never home, treated her more like a pearl necklace to show off, and she had seen him act like quite the ladies' man towards other women. Eliza herself was not innocent, as she too had flirted with men on the side, and didn't always tell her husband how much she spent on horses or new clothes. Finley was mostly sheltered from the growing madness, smothered and babied by his parents until the tender age of thirteen. That was when everything fell apart, and what had been shameless flirting had turned to affairs on both sides.
The separation of the couple was messy. Finley was fought over like a scrap of meat between two dogs, with his mother returning to her croft in the Scottish countryside. An agreement was reached that, every other month, Finley would visit his mother; his father would have him the rest of the time. As a result, he was bounced back and forth between Scotland and England for his childhood, withdrawing from two conflicting and broken homes. His father had become an alcoholic in later years, neglectful of Finley and quite the womanizer; his mother decided he needed to be disciplined a little too hard. One traumatic event in particular was being forced to spend a rainy night tending sheep in the fields, all because he was ten minutes late getting home after dark. On saner days, it was a vicious whipping with a belt that he got; he figured she didn't want him turning out like his father: without the fear of God put into him by women.
At sixteen, in 1935, Finley left home and ran for his ever-loving life to the Welsh coast. He had vacationed there with his parents a few times, and loved it very much so. There he got a job as a fisherman, though the job scared the living daylights out of him due to the rough conditions at sea. After nearly being swept overboard five different times, Finley decided he'd had enough, and moved back inland into England's West Country. There he jumped around from job to job, packing up (again) and moving to England in 1939. He hadn't had a steady income, at that point, for almost three years.
Luckily for Finley, the war decided to begin right about then.
Military Rank:
Private, unless you guys think he should be higher.
Writing Sample:
"Well then, that's a bit of a bugger, now isn't it?"
Everyone stared at Finley like he was nuts. Despite the fact that their Sergeant had just literally bit the bullet, Finley was just sitting and cleaning his gun like nothing had happened. Looking at the Sarge, then at Finley, then back at the Sarge, the other Privates were as white as sheets on the line.
"CHAPMAN!"
"What?" asked Finley as a mortar shell exploded nearby. He winced, bits of sticky mud flying down and onto the back of his head, but otherwise calmly cleaning his rifle. "It's just a setback."
"A setback? A SETBACK?!" screamed one of the Privates. "Chapman, WE'RE PINNED!!"
"So?" said Finley, putting away his gun-rag and pulling out a box of ammunition. "A setback is just a not-so-neutral term for a small wrench in the greater scheme of things." Popping open his gun, he batted an eye towards where another mortar landed, somewhere far off in a hole filled with screams. "We just need to rethink our strategy."
The group couldn't believe their ears. Chapman was, by far, the nuttiest, most incompetent soldier among the lot of them; he was more obsessed with sorting guns by caliber and shininess than firing it in the right direction. Who in their right mind would listen to him?
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: I've been here for a while.
