Post by Seth on Apr 13, 2009 23:33:39 GMT
Short, but sweet. It's accepted, but there were a few spelling mistakes that you should try and look out for in the future.
Account E-Mail: Seseme_Chicken_Guy@yahoo.com [username “seth”]
Name: Seth Seacoal
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US, but will switch to Marines when they are added,
Character History:
Seth was born in Lopez, Pennsylvania in the year 1920. His mother, Ophelia Seacoal, was a typical 1920’s “Flapper”, dressed in the latest fashions and covered in makeup. His father, Keith Seacoal, was a young, handsome, out-of-work veteran of the Great War. Keith had reached the rank of corporal crawling through the mud and lice in the trenches, and had been wounded in the shoulder. The German bullet glanced off Keith’s left clavicle, a painful, but not deadly, wound. He had been awarded a Purple Heart for his shoulder wound, and was sent home in late 1918. Ophelia had been abused as a child and was mentally scarred by her experiences. She was working as a waitress in a small town in North East Pennsylvania when she met Keith. He was just getting by from working as a sewage worker and studying in Criminal Justice. He entered the restaurant Ophelia was working in for a cheap lunch. He was enthralled by her beauty, and after eating his lunch and making small talk, asked her out for a night on the town. Ophelia declined at first, but after a bit of coaxing accepted. They fell madly in love and were engaged in a year.
After a brief reception in an Irish church in Philadelphia, Ophelia became pregnant with Seth Seacoal, the couple’s first child. They moved to Lopez, PA, a cold town nicknamed “The icebox of Pennsylvania”. She gave birth to Seth at a local hospital, where she almost died in childbirth. Seth was a massive baby, weighing in at about ten pounds, and he cried like a demon. There small cinderblock home was filled with the young boy’s screams, and he never slept through a whole night. As he progressed into his toddler years, he thinned down and no longer screamed, In 1924, Ophelia gave birth to Elton Seacoal, the second and final child. He was a frail baby, and had breathing problems, but Seth loved him from the very first time he laid his eyes on his brother. Seth grew up as a sort of role-model for younger Elton.
The two Seacoal boys got in much trouble together, Elton always being the scapegoat. The two were excellent students, but all the teachers hated them for playing wretched pranks on them. Three times they were suspended for disorderly conduct, They fought with the rival kids, and one time Elton was hospitalized for terrible bruises. Seth always acted as the leader, and Elton was always much more timid than Seth. There exploits continued through high school, and when the two graduated, they took the biggest step of there lives; enlisting in the United States Marine Corps. Elton was denied, so he enlisted in the US Army. But Seth made it, and was sent to the Pacific.
Military Rank: Corporal
Writing Sample:
The sound of boots thumping on the ground and heavy breathing were the only sounds throughout the whole jungle, save the occasional crack of thunder or the chirp of some obscure tropical bird. Seth’s blue eyes darted around the foliage quickly, and his heart felt like it would rip out of his olive drab tunic any minute. The collar of his uniform was soaked with sweat, and it trickled down his forehead down from his helmet, stinging his eyes. His gaiters and boots were spattered with mud from the uphill trail, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Dammit, why did you run? Why? Seth asked within his head, shifting his grip on the standard issue M1 Garand rifle his held in his hands, its stock pressed against his hip. The bayonet on it’s barrel made little rings, for he couldn’t keep it steady with his nervous hands, The corporal was terrified. He had landed on the small, Japanese-controlled Island about an hour ago, and it was slaughter. Three machinegun nests were set up on shore, and when the Higgins’s Boats set down on sure, they opened fire. Blood was everywhere, and Seth had run for a small grove of trees with 1st Sergeant O’Connell. But the 1st Sgt. Was mowed down by fire from Type 96 and Seth had made it to the trees alone. Seth had been walking for about an hour now, and it seemed like the forest was endless.
Just as he was about to give up and sit down, a massive, motionless shadow emerged from the side of the path. Seth stopped in his path, startled, and then realized that it was an old American bomber that lay in the brush, and Seth went over to inspect it. Its left wing was torn up by AA fire, and some ivy was already starting to creep over its wings. As the corporal went up to check the cockpit, he was surprised by the sound of metal rending from a bullet.
The bullet had thudded into a piece of the plane about one foot away from Seth, and he could see a Japanese soldier’s head peeking out from behind some bushes. Seth made a frantic dive for cover behind the plane, hitting the ground hard. After regaining his footing, he thought about his situation. The Japanese soldier seemed to have a bolt-action rifle, judging by the sound of a bolt moving after each of his shots. That gave Seth a massive edge. He waited until the Japanese soldier shot again, and then popped up from behind cover and sent out three fast shots from his M1 Garand. Judging by the screams of pain from the enemy, they hit.
Seth jogged over to the body, his bayonet readied incase the Japanese man was still alive. As he approached, he saw his eyes closed peacefully, and a bloody trail flowing from the corners of his mouth. His helmet had tumbled off, and a white headband with a rising sun stitched on it was tied around his black hair. Seth tore it off and kept walking, his strength restored by his new trophy.
Account E-Mail: Seseme_Chicken_Guy@yahoo.com [username “seth”]
Name: Seth Seacoal
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US, but will switch to Marines when they are added,
Character History:
Seth was born in Lopez, Pennsylvania in the year 1920. His mother, Ophelia Seacoal, was a typical 1920’s “Flapper”, dressed in the latest fashions and covered in makeup. His father, Keith Seacoal, was a young, handsome, out-of-work veteran of the Great War. Keith had reached the rank of corporal crawling through the mud and lice in the trenches, and had been wounded in the shoulder. The German bullet glanced off Keith’s left clavicle, a painful, but not deadly, wound. He had been awarded a Purple Heart for his shoulder wound, and was sent home in late 1918. Ophelia had been abused as a child and was mentally scarred by her experiences. She was working as a waitress in a small town in North East Pennsylvania when she met Keith. He was just getting by from working as a sewage worker and studying in Criminal Justice. He entered the restaurant Ophelia was working in for a cheap lunch. He was enthralled by her beauty, and after eating his lunch and making small talk, asked her out for a night on the town. Ophelia declined at first, but after a bit of coaxing accepted. They fell madly in love and were engaged in a year.
After a brief reception in an Irish church in Philadelphia, Ophelia became pregnant with Seth Seacoal, the couple’s first child. They moved to Lopez, PA, a cold town nicknamed “The icebox of Pennsylvania”. She gave birth to Seth at a local hospital, where she almost died in childbirth. Seth was a massive baby, weighing in at about ten pounds, and he cried like a demon. There small cinderblock home was filled with the young boy’s screams, and he never slept through a whole night. As he progressed into his toddler years, he thinned down and no longer screamed, In 1924, Ophelia gave birth to Elton Seacoal, the second and final child. He was a frail baby, and had breathing problems, but Seth loved him from the very first time he laid his eyes on his brother. Seth grew up as a sort of role-model for younger Elton.
The two Seacoal boys got in much trouble together, Elton always being the scapegoat. The two were excellent students, but all the teachers hated them for playing wretched pranks on them. Three times they were suspended for disorderly conduct, They fought with the rival kids, and one time Elton was hospitalized for terrible bruises. Seth always acted as the leader, and Elton was always much more timid than Seth. There exploits continued through high school, and when the two graduated, they took the biggest step of there lives; enlisting in the United States Marine Corps. Elton was denied, so he enlisted in the US Army. But Seth made it, and was sent to the Pacific.
Military Rank: Corporal
Writing Sample:
The sound of boots thumping on the ground and heavy breathing were the only sounds throughout the whole jungle, save the occasional crack of thunder or the chirp of some obscure tropical bird. Seth’s blue eyes darted around the foliage quickly, and his heart felt like it would rip out of his olive drab tunic any minute. The collar of his uniform was soaked with sweat, and it trickled down his forehead down from his helmet, stinging his eyes. His gaiters and boots were spattered with mud from the uphill trail, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Dammit, why did you run? Why? Seth asked within his head, shifting his grip on the standard issue M1 Garand rifle his held in his hands, its stock pressed against his hip. The bayonet on it’s barrel made little rings, for he couldn’t keep it steady with his nervous hands, The corporal was terrified. He had landed on the small, Japanese-controlled Island about an hour ago, and it was slaughter. Three machinegun nests were set up on shore, and when the Higgins’s Boats set down on sure, they opened fire. Blood was everywhere, and Seth had run for a small grove of trees with 1st Sergeant O’Connell. But the 1st Sgt. Was mowed down by fire from Type 96 and Seth had made it to the trees alone. Seth had been walking for about an hour now, and it seemed like the forest was endless.
Just as he was about to give up and sit down, a massive, motionless shadow emerged from the side of the path. Seth stopped in his path, startled, and then realized that it was an old American bomber that lay in the brush, and Seth went over to inspect it. Its left wing was torn up by AA fire, and some ivy was already starting to creep over its wings. As the corporal went up to check the cockpit, he was surprised by the sound of metal rending from a bullet.
The bullet had thudded into a piece of the plane about one foot away from Seth, and he could see a Japanese soldier’s head peeking out from behind some bushes. Seth made a frantic dive for cover behind the plane, hitting the ground hard. After regaining his footing, he thought about his situation. The Japanese soldier seemed to have a bolt-action rifle, judging by the sound of a bolt moving after each of his shots. That gave Seth a massive edge. He waited until the Japanese soldier shot again, and then popped up from behind cover and sent out three fast shots from his M1 Garand. Judging by the screams of pain from the enemy, they hit.
Seth jogged over to the body, his bayonet readied incase the Japanese man was still alive. As he approached, he saw his eyes closed peacefully, and a bloody trail flowing from the corners of his mouth. His helmet had tumbled off, and a white headband with a rising sun stitched on it was tied around his black hair. Seth tore it off and kept walking, his strength restored by his new trophy.