Post by GUEST on Dec 15, 2011 4:16:48 GMT
Account E-Mail: stephigrace@gmail.com
Name: Annabella Brooks
Nationality:
American all the way.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US (Red Cross)
Character History:
- Annabella grew up with a relatively normal lifestyle, following after her older brother and watching him with their father in the Radio Repair Shop. Her mind was always buzzing with ideas of what she could do to surpass her brother in whatever he set out to accomplish. Her father would not, unfortunately, let her be involved in any sports, except unofficially. So, though skinny as a bean, she'd never really been in any sort of shape to go winning anything strenuous. Still the girl excelled in her studies and was the pride of her mother and father's lives (besides, of course, Michael. Who was always really in their sights as the glorified 'gift of the family' as it were). As she grew older, her want for adventure increased, and the last straw was when her brother joined the Army.
It almost made her somewhat angry that she couldn't follow him there. After all, Annabella counted herself just as good as any boy who ever signed up (though, however wrong she was, Annabella never saw her faults). It was sad, really. She almost ran away, but her father caught her the night before and demanded she be mature about him leaving. Her immediate response was to shout and yell about 'women's rights', but it soon dwindled... since she was sure there was nothing really she could do.
When Michael joined at nineteen, she was sixteen, and adamant that she should be allowed to do something for the war effort. Her parents were against her going anywhere far, but Annabella's hot temper and her refusal to do anything other than what she wanted soon wore her parents out. Their already frayed nerves were chopped completely to bits, and they both yelled at her with a vigor that she hadn't seen in a while. A bit disappointed, she snapped back that it would be just as well if she left, seeing as they always liked Michael better anyway.
Unfortunately, Annabella had no idea when to actually stop her words, and found herself saying with just as much anger as they had displayed that 'she wouldn't be here when Michael came home, and that was final!'.
Despite her threats, Annabella didn't leave. She hadn't really meant most of what she said, but it still felt incredibly good to see the hurt on her parent's faces. Later in the year, when Michael was wounded during combat, she was able to see him for a brief period... but didn't mention the events and words said between herself and their parents. It would be too painful, and he was already in so much pain anyway that it didn't seem necessary.
It was a while before Annabella finally joined the Red Cross, ignoring the wishes of her close family and becoming buried in the work of it so as to not have to deal with matters at home. Her mind was always on the things she had to do for the war effort, instead of the apologies she should have been giving to her own family. Still, she has done well up until now, and is eighteen years old, working as a Medic's Aid (may or may not be changed) for the Red Cross.
Military Rank:
- You choose. Because I couldn't find the rank list (if there even IS one) for the Red Cross, so I'm assuming there isn't. Just put her as a Medic's Aid or something of that sort, please and thank you? Yes yes!
Writing Sample:
She was alone. That fact would actually have been very refreshing, if not for the dangerous situation she had gotten herself into. Sometimes, one had to be blunt about predicaments, and so Annabella would be bold and blunt with herself. Sometimes, she mused, one had to do that... or one would be killed. It was quite the straightforward answer to not doing anything. You don't run, you die. That is that. War, as many know and as many should know, is not merciful. It is harsh and demanding and terrible. It is, as some would say, a living hell. And one could not be sure when it would end.
At the moment Annabella was not looking for an end to the war. She was looking for the end of the rope. The end of her problem. The beginning of... safety. Her eyes followed the harsh landscape in an attempt to make out any human form that might be lurking nearby. She wanted to know who was on her tail, and she wanted to know now. As a Red Cross nurse, situations like this didn't pop out of nowhere every day. In fact, she was usually making bandages to send off overseas. How she had gotten here was anyone's guess.
There was a sound of crunching twigs, as if someone had taken a step forward. Annabella inched forward on her belly now, ducking behind a large bush and obscuring her blond hair and slender form. Eyes quirked upwards now, over the bush to peer to the left and to the right. She had to get back to the front lines, and as it was, she was about to do it too. Her destination was close, but... she still had the feeling that someone was watching her. Someone she probably wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Her head turned sharply, and Annabella found herself staring at the shadow of a man in his early twenties. He was definitely not American.
"Oh... my..." she whispered to herself, muffling a cry of alarm from her lips as she saw the weapons he carried. He didn't seem to have heard her, and kept on going in the opposite direction.
Far from being calm, but at least regaining her composure on the outside, Annabella bit her lower lip in an attempt to cut off any sounds she might emit from her fright if he came back in her direction. "Gotta get there..." she finally whispered to herself, letting the breath trail off her lips. Okay okay okay... almost there...
It was really just a stroke of luck that Annabella got back to her post before she could get shot. There wasn't a lot of fighting going on, but it always started up again at the least expected times.
Name: Annabella Brooks
Nationality:
American all the way.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US (Red Cross)
Character History:
- Annabella grew up with a relatively normal lifestyle, following after her older brother and watching him with their father in the Radio Repair Shop. Her mind was always buzzing with ideas of what she could do to surpass her brother in whatever he set out to accomplish. Her father would not, unfortunately, let her be involved in any sports, except unofficially. So, though skinny as a bean, she'd never really been in any sort of shape to go winning anything strenuous. Still the girl excelled in her studies and was the pride of her mother and father's lives (besides, of course, Michael. Who was always really in their sights as the glorified 'gift of the family' as it were). As she grew older, her want for adventure increased, and the last straw was when her brother joined the Army.
It almost made her somewhat angry that she couldn't follow him there. After all, Annabella counted herself just as good as any boy who ever signed up (though, however wrong she was, Annabella never saw her faults). It was sad, really. She almost ran away, but her father caught her the night before and demanded she be mature about him leaving. Her immediate response was to shout and yell about 'women's rights', but it soon dwindled... since she was sure there was nothing really she could do.
When Michael joined at nineteen, she was sixteen, and adamant that she should be allowed to do something for the war effort. Her parents were against her going anywhere far, but Annabella's hot temper and her refusal to do anything other than what she wanted soon wore her parents out. Their already frayed nerves were chopped completely to bits, and they both yelled at her with a vigor that she hadn't seen in a while. A bit disappointed, she snapped back that it would be just as well if she left, seeing as they always liked Michael better anyway.
Unfortunately, Annabella had no idea when to actually stop her words, and found herself saying with just as much anger as they had displayed that 'she wouldn't be here when Michael came home, and that was final!'.
Despite her threats, Annabella didn't leave. She hadn't really meant most of what she said, but it still felt incredibly good to see the hurt on her parent's faces. Later in the year, when Michael was wounded during combat, she was able to see him for a brief period... but didn't mention the events and words said between herself and their parents. It would be too painful, and he was already in so much pain anyway that it didn't seem necessary.
It was a while before Annabella finally joined the Red Cross, ignoring the wishes of her close family and becoming buried in the work of it so as to not have to deal with matters at home. Her mind was always on the things she had to do for the war effort, instead of the apologies she should have been giving to her own family. Still, she has done well up until now, and is eighteen years old, working as a Medic's Aid (may or may not be changed) for the Red Cross.
Military Rank:
- You choose. Because I couldn't find the rank list (if there even IS one) for the Red Cross, so I'm assuming there isn't. Just put her as a Medic's Aid or something of that sort, please and thank you? Yes yes!
Writing Sample:
She was alone. That fact would actually have been very refreshing, if not for the dangerous situation she had gotten herself into. Sometimes, one had to be blunt about predicaments, and so Annabella would be bold and blunt with herself. Sometimes, she mused, one had to do that... or one would be killed. It was quite the straightforward answer to not doing anything. You don't run, you die. That is that. War, as many know and as many should know, is not merciful. It is harsh and demanding and terrible. It is, as some would say, a living hell. And one could not be sure when it would end.
At the moment Annabella was not looking for an end to the war. She was looking for the end of the rope. The end of her problem. The beginning of... safety. Her eyes followed the harsh landscape in an attempt to make out any human form that might be lurking nearby. She wanted to know who was on her tail, and she wanted to know now. As a Red Cross nurse, situations like this didn't pop out of nowhere every day. In fact, she was usually making bandages to send off overseas. How she had gotten here was anyone's guess.
There was a sound of crunching twigs, as if someone had taken a step forward. Annabella inched forward on her belly now, ducking behind a large bush and obscuring her blond hair and slender form. Eyes quirked upwards now, over the bush to peer to the left and to the right. She had to get back to the front lines, and as it was, she was about to do it too. Her destination was close, but... she still had the feeling that someone was watching her. Someone she probably wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Her head turned sharply, and Annabella found herself staring at the shadow of a man in his early twenties. He was definitely not American.
"Oh... my..." she whispered to herself, muffling a cry of alarm from her lips as she saw the weapons he carried. He didn't seem to have heard her, and kept on going in the opposite direction.
Far from being calm, but at least regaining her composure on the outside, Annabella bit her lower lip in an attempt to cut off any sounds she might emit from her fright if he came back in her direction. "Gotta get there..." she finally whispered to herself, letting the breath trail off her lips. Okay okay okay... almost there...
It was really just a stroke of luck that Annabella got back to her post before she could get shot. There wasn't a lot of fighting going on, but it always started up again at the least expected times.
