Post by Erik on Apr 26, 2009 3:05:24 GMT
Beautiful, loved it, very well written.
ACCEPTED!
-JT
Guess who? Erik giving an Allied character a go for the second time. This time I'm going to hold on to him
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Name: Andrew J. Ryan
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? US
Character History:
Ryan was born in 1909, the son of a prestigious Boston lawyer and a beautiful actress known to be quite the seductress. When the Great War rolled around in 1917 for the Americans, Ryan's father was dreadfully drafted into duty. Known for his weak stomach and cowardice, it was doubtful the man would even survive the war. During his father's service in Europe, he grew extremely close to his mother. She shared the same love for her first-born son, but was usually to busy to show for it.
At the end of World War I, Ryan's father returned home a changed man. He grew to be more quiet and reserved to such an extent that he never spoke to his family of what happened during the war. Now 9 years old, he began to neglect Ryan and looked down upon him with shame. He had grown to be independent and rebellious without much parental guidance or contact. Doing poorly in school, it seemed that Ryan would never be able to shape up and meet his father's expectations.
Ryan's father distanced himself from the boy and would later send him off to various boarding schools...where he continued to get kicked out. If it wasn't for his mother, Ryan would have been given up for an adoption and erased from his family's memory. Instead however, he was banished from his home and family while his parents raised better children. This only fueled Ryan's independent and rebellious nature, who had transformed into a bully and generally bad ass kid. He was the kind of kid who set the school on fire for the hell of it or got in fist fights...with the teachers.
In 1921, he was finally labeled as a troubled teenager and his father sent him off to a military academy. Gradually, he slowly abandoned his old ways. By 8th Grade, he had become a good citizen and displayed sure signs of patriotism, self-reliance, and leadership. Known for his terrible social skills, he finally became skilled in communication needed for the army as well as respect for his role and superiors. When he graduated from the academy, which was in essence a middle school, his father offered him the chance to go to a respectable high school in the Boston area. Ryan turned the offer down and instead enrolled at a military academy for grades 9-12.
He became a shining star having completely shed his former self and became a military man. His father still showed little compassion for his son. Although, he had changed and improved his education... he was becoming something despised in his father's eyes. Deeply scarred by the Great War, his father couldn't forgive his child for wanting to join the military.
Though such trivial matters didn't affect Ryan, who would become on of the greatest athletes and students to grace the schools presence. By the time he became a Senior, his face was plastered all over the school including several trophies and awards. He would later graduate in the top percentile of his class. However, his family who he hadn't seen since he was 12, still didn't show up at his graduation. Once more, he was offered by his father the chance to get into any of the Ivy League colleges, but turned it down. Even when his father offered to get him into West Point, Ryan knew his place was amongst the NCOs.
The year was 1927 and Andrew Ryan had finally turned 18 and graduated from his high school/military academy. Soon after, he enlisted in the Army. Due to his military training, he completed BCT as a PFC with ease. Although, the next few years would be filled with peace and Ryan wouldn't see combat for several years, he still rose through the ranks with a natural ease.
In October of 1930, he turned home to his family for a visit for the first time in nearly 10 years. He wanted to celebrate his success at obtaining the rank of Sergeant. However, when he arrived he found his entire family dead. Apparently, his father had been unemployed for some time and finally snapped. It had been the news of his son's promotion that brought back the shameful memories of his service in World War I. Believing he was being merciful by not letting his family live through the depression and his failures, he shot them all before hanging himself.
Ryan had walked in on the mess happily and glad to finally see his family once more... but instead found nothing but blood and corpses. He saw his nine year old brother, six year old brother, and three year old sister for the first time... with several bullet wounds from a pistol that had obviously been held unstably. His father's grip had obviously been shaky as there were several marks where he had missed or shot a few extra times to try and wound his family fatally. The bloody mess hit home to the soldier who had seen death before combat. He wept over the loss of his family and for some odd reason... he wept the most at his father who dangled from the ceiling by rope stained in blood.
Grief stricken and humiliated, Ryan vowed to bring honor to his father's name even after he had disowned him for his entire life. After all he had endured, he remain loyal to his father's name in the belief that he had molded him into the man he was today. And he would turn his father's failure into his success. He would later serve valiantly in World War II as a nearly 20 year veteran, being promoted to the rank of Sergeant Major in 1937. He became the link between the grunts and the officers, the CO's best friend. To most men, he was superior in rank to most 2nd and 1st Lieutenants, having more experience under his belt. But at 35 years, he still salutes the rookie officers with a grin.
Military Rank:
Sergeant Major.
Writing Sample:
The wind sifted through the Sergeant Major's hair, lifting it from his scalp and blowing it backwards. Beside him, Corporal Taylor controlled the wheel of the Willy's Jeep as it sped down the French road. Behind him, Private Ender gripped the 30 Cal. MG with a ferocious determination. Only a few minutes away from HQ, Ryan was carrying rather important information to a meeting amongst the COs.
Taylor's driving felt sloppy, as the jeep wildly bucked beneath his control. The road was littered with bumps, potholes, and even craters. Ruined vehicles were pushed to the ditches at the side of the road in order to unclog it for any convoys that were needed to resupply the front lines with essentials every now and then. Ryan was observing the forest trees that appeared as brown blurs with a lazy gaze as if the day was just yet another ordinary day. Oh how he was wrong.
A sudden burst of MG fire above alerted him to the German presence. Ender was desperately firing at gray blurs to the East that were just emerging from the woods. Swerving over to the right, Taylor practically crashed into the trees in shock. Being in the military since he was 12, Ryan had developed a quick reaction time. He braced himself against the wheel and pushed it to the left with all of his strength to swerve back onto the dirt road. A trail of dust was shot up in their wake with varying miniature clouds springing up from stray bullets. "Shit! I'm hit real bad, sir!" An unnerved Private called from the rear of the jeep, slouched over his MG with a hand firmly applying pressure to a shoulder wound.
"Corporal, take control of the damn wheel," he muttered under his breath, slowing granting control of the wheel back to the rightful driver. Taylor eased himself back into a normal driving speed as the Sergeant Major leaned into the back of the jeep to grab hold of a wounded Private and drag him into the front. The front left wheel dropped into a hole in the road and bounced the jeep around wildly, this time like an actual bucking bull, and hurled the Private off onto the road. "Shit! Turn around Corporal!"
Before the Corporal could even respond, a gray blob emerged from the forest behind the jeep and plopped down onto one knee. On his shoulder, he steadied a Panzerschreck with the back of the bright, green jeep. The rocket shot towards them at high speeds and collided with the back of the jeep in a fiery explosion that knocked the jeep into the air and flipped it over. Having unbuckled his seat belt to help Ender into the front of the jeep, Ryan was viciously thrown out of the jeep and received minor bruises. The Corporal however, landed with the jeep upside down and was instantly crushed in a brutal, bloody death.
The Sergeant Major slowed his breathing and timed it in order to slow his heart and blood flow to calm himself down. Recovering quickly, he lifted himself up with the butt of his Thompson. His neck and back sore from the crash, he glanced back at the jeep and instantly recognized the Corporal was dead. But, there still was a chance to save the Private. And Andrew Ryan would take that chance to help a fellow soldier in need. He never left his men behind, no matter what.
The German with the Panzerschreck was obviously stunned by the American who had recovered from a wreck in which he should of died, but was instead trotting along a scarred French road with a Thompson cradled in his arms. His desperate cries for help didn't fall upon deaf ears and soon two more men had joined him, this time equipped with a MP40 and Kar 98. Ryan brought his Thompson up to his shoulder and fired down the sights at the trio. It wasn't long before his bullets found their targets and dropped all three before they could fire off a single shot.
The Private was sprawled out on the road unconscious and was suffering from blood loss. Ryan, only equipped with a brief medical knowledge, began to tear up Ender's uniform in order to apply pressure to the wound. He scooped the broken man up off the dirt and carried him over his shoulders and began to jog down towards HQ, all the while singing a military cadence he remembered from BCT. No one was expecting the Sergeant Major to arrive early and with a wounded man on his back singing. Sergeant Major had the mindset of "anything worth doing is worth over doing" and he did a damned well job at keeping his word.
ACCEPTED!
-JT
Guess who? Erik giving an Allied character a go for the second time. This time I'm going to hold on to him
.Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Andrew J. Ryan
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? US
Character History:
Ryan was born in 1909, the son of a prestigious Boston lawyer and a beautiful actress known to be quite the seductress. When the Great War rolled around in 1917 for the Americans, Ryan's father was dreadfully drafted into duty. Known for his weak stomach and cowardice, it was doubtful the man would even survive the war. During his father's service in Europe, he grew extremely close to his mother. She shared the same love for her first-born son, but was usually to busy to show for it.
At the end of World War I, Ryan's father returned home a changed man. He grew to be more quiet and reserved to such an extent that he never spoke to his family of what happened during the war. Now 9 years old, he began to neglect Ryan and looked down upon him with shame. He had grown to be independent and rebellious without much parental guidance or contact. Doing poorly in school, it seemed that Ryan would never be able to shape up and meet his father's expectations.
Ryan's father distanced himself from the boy and would later send him off to various boarding schools...where he continued to get kicked out. If it wasn't for his mother, Ryan would have been given up for an adoption and erased from his family's memory. Instead however, he was banished from his home and family while his parents raised better children. This only fueled Ryan's independent and rebellious nature, who had transformed into a bully and generally bad ass kid. He was the kind of kid who set the school on fire for the hell of it or got in fist fights...with the teachers.
In 1921, he was finally labeled as a troubled teenager and his father sent him off to a military academy. Gradually, he slowly abandoned his old ways. By 8th Grade, he had become a good citizen and displayed sure signs of patriotism, self-reliance, and leadership. Known for his terrible social skills, he finally became skilled in communication needed for the army as well as respect for his role and superiors. When he graduated from the academy, which was in essence a middle school, his father offered him the chance to go to a respectable high school in the Boston area. Ryan turned the offer down and instead enrolled at a military academy for grades 9-12.
He became a shining star having completely shed his former self and became a military man. His father still showed little compassion for his son. Although, he had changed and improved his education... he was becoming something despised in his father's eyes. Deeply scarred by the Great War, his father couldn't forgive his child for wanting to join the military.
Though such trivial matters didn't affect Ryan, who would become on of the greatest athletes and students to grace the schools presence. By the time he became a Senior, his face was plastered all over the school including several trophies and awards. He would later graduate in the top percentile of his class. However, his family who he hadn't seen since he was 12, still didn't show up at his graduation. Once more, he was offered by his father the chance to get into any of the Ivy League colleges, but turned it down. Even when his father offered to get him into West Point, Ryan knew his place was amongst the NCOs.
The year was 1927 and Andrew Ryan had finally turned 18 and graduated from his high school/military academy. Soon after, he enlisted in the Army. Due to his military training, he completed BCT as a PFC with ease. Although, the next few years would be filled with peace and Ryan wouldn't see combat for several years, he still rose through the ranks with a natural ease.
In October of 1930, he turned home to his family for a visit for the first time in nearly 10 years. He wanted to celebrate his success at obtaining the rank of Sergeant. However, when he arrived he found his entire family dead. Apparently, his father had been unemployed for some time and finally snapped. It had been the news of his son's promotion that brought back the shameful memories of his service in World War I. Believing he was being merciful by not letting his family live through the depression and his failures, he shot them all before hanging himself.
Ryan had walked in on the mess happily and glad to finally see his family once more... but instead found nothing but blood and corpses. He saw his nine year old brother, six year old brother, and three year old sister for the first time... with several bullet wounds from a pistol that had obviously been held unstably. His father's grip had obviously been shaky as there were several marks where he had missed or shot a few extra times to try and wound his family fatally. The bloody mess hit home to the soldier who had seen death before combat. He wept over the loss of his family and for some odd reason... he wept the most at his father who dangled from the ceiling by rope stained in blood.
Grief stricken and humiliated, Ryan vowed to bring honor to his father's name even after he had disowned him for his entire life. After all he had endured, he remain loyal to his father's name in the belief that he had molded him into the man he was today. And he would turn his father's failure into his success. He would later serve valiantly in World War II as a nearly 20 year veteran, being promoted to the rank of Sergeant Major in 1937. He became the link between the grunts and the officers, the CO's best friend. To most men, he was superior in rank to most 2nd and 1st Lieutenants, having more experience under his belt. But at 35 years, he still salutes the rookie officers with a grin.
Military Rank:
Sergeant Major.
Writing Sample:
"Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight."
- General George Patton Jr
I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight."
- General George Patton Jr
The wind sifted through the Sergeant Major's hair, lifting it from his scalp and blowing it backwards. Beside him, Corporal Taylor controlled the wheel of the Willy's Jeep as it sped down the French road. Behind him, Private Ender gripped the 30 Cal. MG with a ferocious determination. Only a few minutes away from HQ, Ryan was carrying rather important information to a meeting amongst the COs.
Taylor's driving felt sloppy, as the jeep wildly bucked beneath his control. The road was littered with bumps, potholes, and even craters. Ruined vehicles were pushed to the ditches at the side of the road in order to unclog it for any convoys that were needed to resupply the front lines with essentials every now and then. Ryan was observing the forest trees that appeared as brown blurs with a lazy gaze as if the day was just yet another ordinary day. Oh how he was wrong.
A sudden burst of MG fire above alerted him to the German presence. Ender was desperately firing at gray blurs to the East that were just emerging from the woods. Swerving over to the right, Taylor practically crashed into the trees in shock. Being in the military since he was 12, Ryan had developed a quick reaction time. He braced himself against the wheel and pushed it to the left with all of his strength to swerve back onto the dirt road. A trail of dust was shot up in their wake with varying miniature clouds springing up from stray bullets. "Shit! I'm hit real bad, sir!" An unnerved Private called from the rear of the jeep, slouched over his MG with a hand firmly applying pressure to a shoulder wound.
"Corporal, take control of the damn wheel," he muttered under his breath, slowing granting control of the wheel back to the rightful driver. Taylor eased himself back into a normal driving speed as the Sergeant Major leaned into the back of the jeep to grab hold of a wounded Private and drag him into the front. The front left wheel dropped into a hole in the road and bounced the jeep around wildly, this time like an actual bucking bull, and hurled the Private off onto the road. "Shit! Turn around Corporal!"
Before the Corporal could even respond, a gray blob emerged from the forest behind the jeep and plopped down onto one knee. On his shoulder, he steadied a Panzerschreck with the back of the bright, green jeep. The rocket shot towards them at high speeds and collided with the back of the jeep in a fiery explosion that knocked the jeep into the air and flipped it over. Having unbuckled his seat belt to help Ender into the front of the jeep, Ryan was viciously thrown out of the jeep and received minor bruises. The Corporal however, landed with the jeep upside down and was instantly crushed in a brutal, bloody death.
The Sergeant Major slowed his breathing and timed it in order to slow his heart and blood flow to calm himself down. Recovering quickly, he lifted himself up with the butt of his Thompson. His neck and back sore from the crash, he glanced back at the jeep and instantly recognized the Corporal was dead. But, there still was a chance to save the Private. And Andrew Ryan would take that chance to help a fellow soldier in need. He never left his men behind, no matter what.
The German with the Panzerschreck was obviously stunned by the American who had recovered from a wreck in which he should of died, but was instead trotting along a scarred French road with a Thompson cradled in his arms. His desperate cries for help didn't fall upon deaf ears and soon two more men had joined him, this time equipped with a MP40 and Kar 98. Ryan brought his Thompson up to his shoulder and fired down the sights at the trio. It wasn't long before his bullets found their targets and dropped all three before they could fire off a single shot.
The Private was sprawled out on the road unconscious and was suffering from blood loss. Ryan, only equipped with a brief medical knowledge, began to tear up Ender's uniform in order to apply pressure to the wound. He scooped the broken man up off the dirt and carried him over his shoulders and began to jog down towards HQ, all the while singing a military cadence he remembered from BCT. No one was expecting the Sergeant Major to arrive early and with a wounded man on his back singing. Sergeant Major had the mindset of "anything worth doing is worth over doing" and he did a damned well job at keeping his word.