Post by guest on Dec 30, 2013 6:46:35 GMT
Account name: cavanaughg
Character Name: Gordon Cavanaugh (Redd)
Allegiance: American
Requested Rank: Sergeant (5th Rangers)
History:
Redd is from a small farm in Ohio. Being a pale ginger, he never really liked farming, and was always looking for a way out of farming. When he graduated high school, he immediately enlisted into Ranger School. Redd was a pretty average soldier, being in the mix of physical and mental capabilities that were required. Upon graduation, Redd got news of war and was almost immediately shipped out to the European theater.
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Redd smelled fish. Fish and death. The boats shook at the tips of rifles knocked against the men's helmets. The metal carrier let out a loud hum and the smell of exhaust somehow managed to circulate around the soldiers, despite the open ocean. Gunfire began to become audible, and over that, the screams of brothers-in-arms. Redd became numb at the thought of those people's dead faces. He'd look down, only to find his hands shaking on his rifle. He was excited but at the same time absolutely terrified. "Hold on!" The Navy unit shouted, each man placing his hand on the pack of the man in front of him, only to hit the bank. The doors seemed to take ten minutes to drop as they lowered and the Higgins immediately began to reverse. Hell, the Navy never wanted the Army on their ships. The men immediately rushed off, Redd jumping off only to find himself in chest deep water. The water hitting him was red, the salty water and blood mix trying to force itself down his throat. He tried his best to keep his rifle above water, struggling to move through the bodies and such. Hitting the beach, Redd got down and tore off the bag from his rifle. He scurried up to the hedgehogs, turning his back to the oncoming fire to see the array of dead troops. Funny how he didn't notice them when he was rushing forward. "Squad three, on me!" He shouted, waving his hand a bit before tucking it down. The men lined up behind him, getting lower and lower to prevent from being nailed by the Krauts. "Alright, we're gonna leapfrog this! You three, you cover the right!" He pointed with his two fingers to the three men on his left, then turned his hand to two men on his right, "You two, with me! Alright, give covering fire!" The men on his left pulled up their rifles and began to fire away as Redd and his two men ran like a bat out of hell. They dove into the foxholes from the bombings. Sand kicked up and Redd rammed into the mound of sand. "Covering fire!" He shouted, the two others shouting back at the three men. They began to fire off rounds, Bangalore Bill hauling up the beach. The men got it and began to give covering fire. Redd looked up to see if anyone had taken a hit, and if they had why they hadn't walked it off yet. To his mixed pleasure, no one was hit. He whistled to his two squad members and motioned his hand forward. He didn't check on whether or not they nodded, instead he stood up and rushed up the mound. His eyes were set on the foxhole ahead. He kicked his feet forward and slid onto his rear, his feet ramming into a dead man. He reached forward with his left hand and pushed the body up to use as extra protection on top of the sand mound. One soldier slid next to him, a look of a loss of innocence in his eyes. Redd looked back to see his face down squadling, simply turning his head forward, "Covering fire!" He raised up, baring his teeth as he fired away. He sunk down and began to reload, the young man falling onto his back. Redd pulled him in, only to see a bright red hole quickly darkening where his gorgeous green eye used to be. Redd pushed him away and turned ahead, listening for his jump ahead. "Covering fire!" drifted to his ringing ears. He scurried passed the mound and ran, his rifle at high port. He pulled the butt to his shoulder and fired off a round, before jumping into the bluff. He looked back at the three men, "Get your god damn asses up here! We need that fucking bangalore!" He turned to the men around him, "Give those guys covering fire! Come on!" A barrage of rifle fire came from the bluff to give the men enough time to hit the bluff.
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Redd sat in front of his mother and father. That chair he used to always sit on for comfort felt like it was coated with needles as he looked up at the two with his swollen brown eyes, "Mom, Dad... I'm gettin' shipped out." His garrison cap rested on his knee, his uniform fit and prestige. He looked rather sharp, but almost out of place with his short, auburn hair. "Gordon," His mother said, but Redd simply dismissed any remorse, "Mom, the Japs already hit Pearl Harbor. The least I can do for my country is to do what I went to school to do: To fight for us. I mean... There's no doubt that I'm beyond fucking scared. But, it's my calling." His mother immediately broke down in tears, his father reaching over to rub her back and comfort her. Redd stood up and propped his garrison cap properly on his head, "I gotta go. My ride's waiting on me." He thought about reaching out and hugging them, but decided against such action. Redd turned and stepped across the wooden floor, opening he front door and seeing that slick car waiting to take him to the military base. He stepped across the dirt pathway to the gravel driveway, walking down to the car and opening up the passenger door. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut, his friend just giving him a chuckle. Redd sighed and looked at his boots, "I gotta clean these damn things every time I wanna say hi to Mom and Dad." Redd shook his head as the ford began to move forward and down the dirt road.
Character Name: Gordon Cavanaugh (Redd)
Allegiance: American
Requested Rank: Sergeant (5th Rangers)
History:
Redd is from a small farm in Ohio. Being a pale ginger, he never really liked farming, and was always looking for a way out of farming. When he graduated high school, he immediately enlisted into Ranger School. Redd was a pretty average soldier, being in the mix of physical and mental capabilities that were required. Upon graduation, Redd got news of war and was almost immediately shipped out to the European theater.
Writing Sample:
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Redd smelled fish. Fish and death. The boats shook at the tips of rifles knocked against the men's helmets. The metal carrier let out a loud hum and the smell of exhaust somehow managed to circulate around the soldiers, despite the open ocean. Gunfire began to become audible, and over that, the screams of brothers-in-arms. Redd became numb at the thought of those people's dead faces. He'd look down, only to find his hands shaking on his rifle. He was excited but at the same time absolutely terrified. "Hold on!" The Navy unit shouted, each man placing his hand on the pack of the man in front of him, only to hit the bank. The doors seemed to take ten minutes to drop as they lowered and the Higgins immediately began to reverse. Hell, the Navy never wanted the Army on their ships. The men immediately rushed off, Redd jumping off only to find himself in chest deep water. The water hitting him was red, the salty water and blood mix trying to force itself down his throat. He tried his best to keep his rifle above water, struggling to move through the bodies and such. Hitting the beach, Redd got down and tore off the bag from his rifle. He scurried up to the hedgehogs, turning his back to the oncoming fire to see the array of dead troops. Funny how he didn't notice them when he was rushing forward. "Squad three, on me!" He shouted, waving his hand a bit before tucking it down. The men lined up behind him, getting lower and lower to prevent from being nailed by the Krauts. "Alright, we're gonna leapfrog this! You three, you cover the right!" He pointed with his two fingers to the three men on his left, then turned his hand to two men on his right, "You two, with me! Alright, give covering fire!" The men on his left pulled up their rifles and began to fire away as Redd and his two men ran like a bat out of hell. They dove into the foxholes from the bombings. Sand kicked up and Redd rammed into the mound of sand. "Covering fire!" He shouted, the two others shouting back at the three men. They began to fire off rounds, Bangalore Bill hauling up the beach. The men got it and began to give covering fire. Redd looked up to see if anyone had taken a hit, and if they had why they hadn't walked it off yet. To his mixed pleasure, no one was hit. He whistled to his two squad members and motioned his hand forward. He didn't check on whether or not they nodded, instead he stood up and rushed up the mound. His eyes were set on the foxhole ahead. He kicked his feet forward and slid onto his rear, his feet ramming into a dead man. He reached forward with his left hand and pushed the body up to use as extra protection on top of the sand mound. One soldier slid next to him, a look of a loss of innocence in his eyes. Redd looked back to see his face down squadling, simply turning his head forward, "Covering fire!" He raised up, baring his teeth as he fired away. He sunk down and began to reload, the young man falling onto his back. Redd pulled him in, only to see a bright red hole quickly darkening where his gorgeous green eye used to be. Redd pushed him away and turned ahead, listening for his jump ahead. "Covering fire!" drifted to his ringing ears. He scurried passed the mound and ran, his rifle at high port. He pulled the butt to his shoulder and fired off a round, before jumping into the bluff. He looked back at the three men, "Get your god damn asses up here! We need that fucking bangalore!" He turned to the men around him, "Give those guys covering fire! Come on!" A barrage of rifle fire came from the bluff to give the men enough time to hit the bluff.
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Redd sat in front of his mother and father. That chair he used to always sit on for comfort felt like it was coated with needles as he looked up at the two with his swollen brown eyes, "Mom, Dad... I'm gettin' shipped out." His garrison cap rested on his knee, his uniform fit and prestige. He looked rather sharp, but almost out of place with his short, auburn hair. "Gordon," His mother said, but Redd simply dismissed any remorse, "Mom, the Japs already hit Pearl Harbor. The least I can do for my country is to do what I went to school to do: To fight for us. I mean... There's no doubt that I'm beyond fucking scared. But, it's my calling." His mother immediately broke down in tears, his father reaching over to rub her back and comfort her. Redd stood up and propped his garrison cap properly on his head, "I gotta go. My ride's waiting on me." He thought about reaching out and hugging them, but decided against such action. Redd turned and stepped across the wooden floor, opening he front door and seeing that slick car waiting to take him to the military base. He stepped across the dirt pathway to the gravel driveway, walking down to the car and opening up the passenger door. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut, his friend just giving him a chuckle. Redd sighed and looked at his boots, "I gotta clean these damn things every time I wanna say hi to Mom and Dad." Redd shook his head as the ford began to move forward and down the dirt road.
