Post by Guest on Jan 27, 2009 1:01:48 GMT
Accepted, PFC is all you wanted, I'm more than happy to give it to you.
-JT
Account E-Mail:
- EDITED OUT!
Name:
- Ruben Tiel Hartley
Nationality:
- American, of Britannic Islands descent
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- United States Army (Preferably an Armored Unit too, if possible)
Character History:
- Born to the years following the Great War, to a US soldier and a French lady. Ruben was actually an accident at first, something neither of them wanted. So they sent him to an orphanage as soon as he was three years old. He never remembered their faces, nor did he want to remember them.
Two years of torture inside of a cold, dank orphanage led up to Ruben compacting anger and sinking into depression. This started a series of unfortunate events that he was never proud of. When Ruben was officially adopted he started school immediately, and made no friends, not caring for interaction. Thirteen years of school, thirteen years of going through tests, grades, and constant taunts by others. No one understood, and he was not one who cared about it, school went by none the less, Ruben getting fair enough grades. Passed High School somehow, and got his drivers license. Sad thing was he was still not ready for the real world…
Two nights after graduating Ruben got in a fight with one of the people who used to antagonize him while he was a child. Naturally the man was a little more violent with nobody watching, problem was Ruben had found a weapon, sitting by him was a lead pipe. Ruben picked it up and clubbed the man, repeatedly. Though when Ruben realized what exactly he had done, he panicked; thank god there was no DNA Matching or Fingerprinting. So Ruben fled the scene and did something stupid and would probably get him killed: He joined the US Army.
Went through training with a breeze of a wind, first he went through a few classes, mostly rifle training and such before he went to Ft. Belvoir to do Engineer Training, which Ruben seemed very sophisticated in. He especially took interest in the new tank models, the M4 Sherman, they got to look at. He took a few tanker classes, biting his lip, hoping that is what he’d get dropped out as.
During the lull of action, however, he found more and more about the so called ‘Bible’, and despite most soldiers at the time, questioned it highly. So no more crosses dangled from his neck, and the man finalized that not only were men going to die, everyone was going to, even Der Führer and his axis henchmen. Three against the world, it would seem.
Military Rank:
Private First Class
Writing Sample:
Alone, something watching, maybe? What was there, in the dark, waiting for the young soldier to let his guard down...? Naturally Ruben was overly-jumpy, not his fault to begin with. Somehow they got a man to get behind the enemy lines. Enough was enough though, the Private laid low for a moment. Carefully he set his ear to the ground and held his breath, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat and any abnormalities in the rhythm. Nothing? Maybe he was crazy… So he lifted his head once again and slipped off into a crouching walk, the mind was not his friend in this case, hair rising on his neck.
CRACK[/i] went a branch, scarring him more, what was there? Who? Psychological warfare it seemed to him; the man scared out of his mind is more opened to an attack than one who is alert and attentionative. ‘How far are the bloody lines anyways? Why in the Hell am I here,’ he thought to himself as he reached down at his belt, feeling something poking him. His hand snagged something hard and covered in cloth, quickly realizing it was his canteen, maybe something he could use to calm himself down.
Maybe he was paranoid because many people had told him odd stories about enemies attacking in the dead of night, or were they stories to scare the newer soldier out of his pants? “Maybe,” he started as he rubbed at his head, he was getting a headache over the whole situation, sweat dripped from his forehead, even though it was fairly cool outside, nervous sweat, causing a heat-flash. The tingle died halfway down the spine, though, as he dropped a bit of water on himself, content with the cool relief.
He felt like sitting again, felt like taking a load off his tired feet, the absence of a kit, only to be replaced by a heavy tool kit was enough for him, he knew why troops would want to complain about their kit, heavy. The tools clanked suddenly as he found himself on his back, the water trails lead down his face, some, though, dripped off his nose and into his mouth.
The water drenched him a bit more than pleased, now an awkward taste of salty sweat and sweet water, hint of metallic from the canteen. It was all his head, it would seem, all in his head, he guessed now that he had a moment to relax and think without disturbing noises.
[[OOC NOTE: Sorry the bio and writing don't reach the 500 mark, not much to my tanker version of Ruben, I prefer not playing the same thing twice. And I would love some feedback on what you think of my English.]]
-JT
Account E-Mail:
- EDITED OUT!
Name:
- Ruben Tiel Hartley
Nationality:
- American, of Britannic Islands descent
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- United States Army (Preferably an Armored Unit too, if possible)
Character History:
- Born to the years following the Great War, to a US soldier and a French lady. Ruben was actually an accident at first, something neither of them wanted. So they sent him to an orphanage as soon as he was three years old. He never remembered their faces, nor did he want to remember them.
Two years of torture inside of a cold, dank orphanage led up to Ruben compacting anger and sinking into depression. This started a series of unfortunate events that he was never proud of. When Ruben was officially adopted he started school immediately, and made no friends, not caring for interaction. Thirteen years of school, thirteen years of going through tests, grades, and constant taunts by others. No one understood, and he was not one who cared about it, school went by none the less, Ruben getting fair enough grades. Passed High School somehow, and got his drivers license. Sad thing was he was still not ready for the real world…
Two nights after graduating Ruben got in a fight with one of the people who used to antagonize him while he was a child. Naturally the man was a little more violent with nobody watching, problem was Ruben had found a weapon, sitting by him was a lead pipe. Ruben picked it up and clubbed the man, repeatedly. Though when Ruben realized what exactly he had done, he panicked; thank god there was no DNA Matching or Fingerprinting. So Ruben fled the scene and did something stupid and would probably get him killed: He joined the US Army.
Went through training with a breeze of a wind, first he went through a few classes, mostly rifle training and such before he went to Ft. Belvoir to do Engineer Training, which Ruben seemed very sophisticated in. He especially took interest in the new tank models, the M4 Sherman, they got to look at. He took a few tanker classes, biting his lip, hoping that is what he’d get dropped out as.
During the lull of action, however, he found more and more about the so called ‘Bible’, and despite most soldiers at the time, questioned it highly. So no more crosses dangled from his neck, and the man finalized that not only were men going to die, everyone was going to, even Der Führer and his axis henchmen. Three against the world, it would seem.
Military Rank:
Private First Class
Writing Sample:
Alone, something watching, maybe? What was there, in the dark, waiting for the young soldier to let his guard down...? Naturally Ruben was overly-jumpy, not his fault to begin with. Somehow they got a man to get behind the enemy lines. Enough was enough though, the Private laid low for a moment. Carefully he set his ear to the ground and held his breath, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat and any abnormalities in the rhythm. Nothing? Maybe he was crazy… So he lifted his head once again and slipped off into a crouching walk, the mind was not his friend in this case, hair rising on his neck.
CRACK[/i] went a branch, scarring him more, what was there? Who? Psychological warfare it seemed to him; the man scared out of his mind is more opened to an attack than one who is alert and attentionative. ‘How far are the bloody lines anyways? Why in the Hell am I here,’ he thought to himself as he reached down at his belt, feeling something poking him. His hand snagged something hard and covered in cloth, quickly realizing it was his canteen, maybe something he could use to calm himself down.
Maybe he was paranoid because many people had told him odd stories about enemies attacking in the dead of night, or were they stories to scare the newer soldier out of his pants? “Maybe,” he started as he rubbed at his head, he was getting a headache over the whole situation, sweat dripped from his forehead, even though it was fairly cool outside, nervous sweat, causing a heat-flash. The tingle died halfway down the spine, though, as he dropped a bit of water on himself, content with the cool relief.
He felt like sitting again, felt like taking a load off his tired feet, the absence of a kit, only to be replaced by a heavy tool kit was enough for him, he knew why troops would want to complain about their kit, heavy. The tools clanked suddenly as he found himself on his back, the water trails lead down his face, some, though, dripped off his nose and into his mouth.
The water drenched him a bit more than pleased, now an awkward taste of salty sweat and sweet water, hint of metallic from the canteen. It was all his head, it would seem, all in his head, he guessed now that he had a moment to relax and think without disturbing noises.
[[OOC NOTE: Sorry the bio and writing don't reach the 500 mark, not much to my tanker version of Ruben, I prefer not playing the same thing twice. And I would love some feedback on what you think of my English.]]
