Post by Guest on Jan 12, 2008 6:46:31 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the board!
I'll assign you beneath Private (Combat Medic); unless you'd like otherwise?
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Marcus Flint
Nationality:
Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: UK/US
Character History:
Born into a Military family Marcus was constantly on the move with his parents, Changing schools once every few years. He got use to making friends quickly but always felt bad about leaving them behind. He discovered he had a knack for first aid when one of his school friends was hit by a car and broke open his leg. Marcus going on nothing but instinct found a branch to make a splint and used his shirt to keep the leg straight. All the while talking to his friend to keep him awake until medical personnel arrived.
Marcus rode in the ambulance with his friend to make sure he was being taken care of. The Doctor at the Hospital recognized the Medical Potential in Marcus and took him on to teach him the finer arts of the profession. Years passed and Marcus grew to become one of the best medical personnel at the hospital. When the Military came through his home town he was conscripted along with a majority of the young men in the town.
In the army he formed many new friendships with almost all of the soldiers and officers he was positioned with. He proved his worth as a medic when a patrol he was attached to fell into an ambush. Half of the men where dead before anyone knew they where under attack, the remaining troops managed to hold off the advancing enemy long enough to evacuate. Marcus was about to make the run when he heard someone calling for a medic. His survival instincts where overwhelmed by those of helping the soldier and he turned around, charging the advancing Germans, dodging bullets as he dived behind cover and crawled over to the injured solder who was missing a foot. Marcus dragged the man out of the line of fire and back to the rest of the men. Since then his name has circulated throughout the ranks of all the men he serves with, his very presence reassuring the troops as they know he would charge into hell to drag them out.
Military Rank:
"I'll let you decide."
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
Neutral Ranks!
Writing Sample:
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid." Marcus repeated as he crawled backward, dragging along behind him an injured solder with a nasty bullet wound to his gut. "I'm going to make it right Doc?" The solder asked, he had his pistol out and was covering their rear. "Course you are mate, it went right through, clean exit wound." Marcus dragged him into a shallow ditch then set about unpacking his kit. He injected the Man with morphine then set about cleaning the wound. He placed a Gauss over the hole front and back then set about wrapping a bandage around him. A noise caused him to freeze in place. He lowed the Soldier to the ground and told him to be quiet. Marcus looked over the side of the ditch. The sun filtered though the leaves, they where hidden in a dark spot under a large tree, Marcus looked about before quickly getting up and rushing over to a small bush, gripping it at the base he pulled it up out of the ground, kicking dirt and leafs over the small hole he rushed back to the soldier, placing the bush to it would cover him from view before jumping into the tree. As he reached a high branch he caught sight of a small patrol moving toward their position. Laying flat on the large branch Marcus watched as the patrol got closer, soon they where under him, they passed around the tree, didn't even look at the bush hiding the solder and continued on their way. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. He climbed back down and finished patching up the soldier before continuing to drag him off toward the front lines.
I'll assign you beneath Private (Combat Medic); unless you'd like otherwise?
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Marcus Flint
Nationality:
Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: UK/US
Character History:
Born into a Military family Marcus was constantly on the move with his parents, Changing schools once every few years. He got use to making friends quickly but always felt bad about leaving them behind. He discovered he had a knack for first aid when one of his school friends was hit by a car and broke open his leg. Marcus going on nothing but instinct found a branch to make a splint and used his shirt to keep the leg straight. All the while talking to his friend to keep him awake until medical personnel arrived.
Marcus rode in the ambulance with his friend to make sure he was being taken care of. The Doctor at the Hospital recognized the Medical Potential in Marcus and took him on to teach him the finer arts of the profession. Years passed and Marcus grew to become one of the best medical personnel at the hospital. When the Military came through his home town he was conscripted along with a majority of the young men in the town.
In the army he formed many new friendships with almost all of the soldiers and officers he was positioned with. He proved his worth as a medic when a patrol he was attached to fell into an ambush. Half of the men where dead before anyone knew they where under attack, the remaining troops managed to hold off the advancing enemy long enough to evacuate. Marcus was about to make the run when he heard someone calling for a medic. His survival instincts where overwhelmed by those of helping the soldier and he turned around, charging the advancing Germans, dodging bullets as he dived behind cover and crawled over to the injured solder who was missing a foot. Marcus dragged the man out of the line of fire and back to the rest of the men. Since then his name has circulated throughout the ranks of all the men he serves with, his very presence reassuring the troops as they know he would charge into hell to drag them out.
Military Rank:
"I'll let you decide."
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
Neutral Ranks!
Writing Sample:
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid." Marcus repeated as he crawled backward, dragging along behind him an injured solder with a nasty bullet wound to his gut. "I'm going to make it right Doc?" The solder asked, he had his pistol out and was covering their rear. "Course you are mate, it went right through, clean exit wound." Marcus dragged him into a shallow ditch then set about unpacking his kit. He injected the Man with morphine then set about cleaning the wound. He placed a Gauss over the hole front and back then set about wrapping a bandage around him. A noise caused him to freeze in place. He lowed the Soldier to the ground and told him to be quiet. Marcus looked over the side of the ditch. The sun filtered though the leaves, they where hidden in a dark spot under a large tree, Marcus looked about before quickly getting up and rushing over to a small bush, gripping it at the base he pulled it up out of the ground, kicking dirt and leafs over the small hole he rushed back to the soldier, placing the bush to it would cover him from view before jumping into the tree. As he reached a high branch he caught sight of a small patrol moving toward their position. Laying flat on the large branch Marcus watched as the patrol got closer, soon they where under him, they passed around the tree, didn't even look at the bush hiding the solder and continued on their way. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. He climbed back down and finished patching up the soldier before continuing to drag him off toward the front lines.