Post by Connor Daniels on Sept 14, 2008 20:05:18 GMT
I cannot accept your request for the rank you have requested with the application you have provided. Partially because you didn't even spell it correctly, but also because the length is too short for such a high rank and also the amount of grammar errors is way too high.
If you would like I see no reason you cannot be a Corporal with this application but if you still want to be a Master Sergeant this would definitely need some modification.
-JT
Account E-Mail: Blazer2809@yahoo.com
Name:Connor Daniels
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Connor Jacob Daniels was born to an irish american family in Southern New Jersey on January 28 1919. At a very young age his interest in History began to blossom, he was a very dedicated child and excelled in most things. One day while reading somthing in the local paper Connor's parents decided to put there three boys into military school which they beleived would help them grow into better adults then they would ever be able to raise them into. Connor and his brothers excelled in there classes and there training growing stronger in mind and body every day. Upon Graduation of the school They had become the strong respectfull children that there parents had dreamed they would become. Connor had graduated with honors and was expected to enter West Point acadamy. While preparing to enter the acadamy news was heard of the united states entering the fight against the Nazi Regime joining in with the allied forces. Beleiving that his need to serve his country was of greater importance then his education he inlisted in the army. Due to his military backrounded youth he quickly escalated up the military ladder. He now serves as a master Sargeant.
Military Rank:
master Sargeant
Writing Sample:
Connor slowly crouched along the enemy field his BAR slowly moving to and fro as all instincts and senses become toned in to his sorroundings. The once beautifull field was now a littered with old cigar butts, empty shells and burnt out fires from previous camps that had held refuge here. As the crunch or grass beneath his feet kept a steady rythem he could not shake the feeling of someone watching, as if a sniper scope somewere in the distance was slowly trailing him the sniper himself waiting to have the perfect shot to take the lone allied soldier life before he even reliezed that a trigger had been pulled. His head jerked this way and that as he tried to make his way back to the frontlines were he atleast might see a familiar face. His stomach growled for the 100th time in the past hour, he had run out of rations several hours ago and he was starving. He looked up at the sky and saw the pink and red of a setting sun above the slight patches of trees. It would be dangerous to keep on traveling in the dark while in enemy territory so he he placed his equipment against a large tree and began to unroll his sleeping bag. It was to dangerous to make a fire despite the desire for its warm glow so he kept his matches inside his bag. He crawled into his bag his arms crossed behind his head, he wasnt expecting to get much sleep as the adrenline was still being pumped into his body anticipating the slightest of crackle from a branch being snapped under a combat boot. He kept his gun close to his person at all times and this was no exception, the BAR sitting within arms distance just encase he might need it. He rolled over to his stomach trying to make as little sound as possible before sleep slowly began to take a hold of him his eyes becoming heavier as each second passed. He would continue his trip back in the morning.
If you would like I see no reason you cannot be a Corporal with this application but if you still want to be a Master Sergeant this would definitely need some modification.
-JT
Account E-Mail: Blazer2809@yahoo.com
Name:Connor Daniels
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Connor Jacob Daniels was born to an irish american family in Southern New Jersey on January 28 1919. At a very young age his interest in History began to blossom, he was a very dedicated child and excelled in most things. One day while reading somthing in the local paper Connor's parents decided to put there three boys into military school which they beleived would help them grow into better adults then they would ever be able to raise them into. Connor and his brothers excelled in there classes and there training growing stronger in mind and body every day. Upon Graduation of the school They had become the strong respectfull children that there parents had dreamed they would become. Connor had graduated with honors and was expected to enter West Point acadamy. While preparing to enter the acadamy news was heard of the united states entering the fight against the Nazi Regime joining in with the allied forces. Beleiving that his need to serve his country was of greater importance then his education he inlisted in the army. Due to his military backrounded youth he quickly escalated up the military ladder. He now serves as a master Sargeant.
Military Rank:
master Sargeant
Writing Sample:
Connor slowly crouched along the enemy field his BAR slowly moving to and fro as all instincts and senses become toned in to his sorroundings. The once beautifull field was now a littered with old cigar butts, empty shells and burnt out fires from previous camps that had held refuge here. As the crunch or grass beneath his feet kept a steady rythem he could not shake the feeling of someone watching, as if a sniper scope somewere in the distance was slowly trailing him the sniper himself waiting to have the perfect shot to take the lone allied soldier life before he even reliezed that a trigger had been pulled. His head jerked this way and that as he tried to make his way back to the frontlines were he atleast might see a familiar face. His stomach growled for the 100th time in the past hour, he had run out of rations several hours ago and he was starving. He looked up at the sky and saw the pink and red of a setting sun above the slight patches of trees. It would be dangerous to keep on traveling in the dark while in enemy territory so he he placed his equipment against a large tree and began to unroll his sleeping bag. It was to dangerous to make a fire despite the desire for its warm glow so he kept his matches inside his bag. He crawled into his bag his arms crossed behind his head, he wasnt expecting to get much sleep as the adrenline was still being pumped into his body anticipating the slightest of crackle from a branch being snapped under a combat boot. He kept his gun close to his person at all times and this was no exception, the BAR sitting within arms distance just encase he might need it. He rolled over to his stomach trying to make as little sound as possible before sleep slowly began to take a hold of him his eyes becoming heavier as each second passed. He would continue his trip back in the morning.