Post by William Oaking UK Application on May 26, 2009 22:47:46 GMT
Approved.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:
William Oaking
Nationality:
- USA
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: UK
Character History:
- William Oaking was born in Carolina, USA, on March 2, 1922. He studied alot on WWI, especially because his brother was in it, and unfortunately died in it. He learned what his brother did, and what William wanted to do someday. William was a good fighter, mostly because he practiced fighting with his Best friend, Franz, who was german, but they put their diffrences aside. As Franz and William were friends, things with US and Germany began to changed. It kept getting worse and worse. One day, Franz came up and said, "I'm sorry William. But we cannot be friends anymore. William was tore up. He would be sitting in his room, crying. Wiliam started to be a punk. He would make fun of people. He was finally beat down by a local gang of punks, when he said something that they didn't like, even though it wasn't to them. William started changeing his ways. He said he was sorry to anyone he had made fun of. William and Franz met eachother again, and tried to be friends. But it was to late. WWII soon broke out. William was moved to England. "BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO!!! FRANZ ISN'T MOVEING! AND I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!" William yelled and yelled, but no luck. William was back to point one. Being sad, and no friend. William was soon to be twenty. He moved out to an Appartment. He got a letter from Franz, saying that he had joined the German Army. Soon later, William was bombraided. He lost pretty much everything."That's it. Sorry, Franz, but I have to do this." William signed up for the UK's Army.
Military Rank:
- Private.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Hmm. William was outside, in the sun. He was walking around in a city in France. He walked around, seeing nothing but blown down buildings. William walked over, Carrying his Lee Enfield, to a shattered building. He walked over to a door. He swang his foot up, hitting the door. It fell right down. All of a sudden, a German soldier pounced onto William, getting him against the wall. They had hand-to-hand combat, fighting over the rifle. Finally, William got the upperhand, side-butted the German in the cheek, knocking him down. William aimed down, and fired off a round into the German's head. He pulled the stock out, releasing the empty cartridge to the hard floor. He pushed the the stock back, and pulled the bolt down. He walked around looking for extra items. He took some bread, and popped it into his mouth. The bread reminded him of the scents of his home, back in Carolina. All of a sudden, a Captain trotted up. William snapped into a salute. "Time to go, Private.""Yes, Sir." William replied. He walked around, but he felt like someone was watching him. All of a sudden, a Stuka came flying down, machineguns blaring. "GET DOWN!" William yelled, but it was to late. The Captain was killed."DAMNIT!" William took his Lee Enfield, and glared everywhere. He moved his iron sights up, and shot at what seemed to be a helmet. A German body fell down. He took out his knife, and attached it to his Lee Enfield. He saw a surrendering German. He ran over and stuck the bayonet right into the man's chest. "I'm sorry I had to do this, but you've gone to far." William spoke out. William removed the bayonet from the German, and started walking back to the camp. He met up with a Motorcycle trooper along the way, and was pinned down for a bit. He managed to take out the MGer, and then rushed over to the driver, wacking him with the but of the Lee Enfield. William did this so fast, the driver didn't get a chance to get his hand on the handle. He tied up the driver's hands with some wire, and then kept the bayonet, and Enfield's barrel ready at the prisoner. He took the prisoner to camp, who was later transported back to London. William layed down in his tent. His job was done here- For now.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:
William Oaking
Nationality:
- USA
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: UK
Character History:
- William Oaking was born in Carolina, USA, on March 2, 1922. He studied alot on WWI, especially because his brother was in it, and unfortunately died in it. He learned what his brother did, and what William wanted to do someday. William was a good fighter, mostly because he practiced fighting with his Best friend, Franz, who was german, but they put their diffrences aside. As Franz and William were friends, things with US and Germany began to changed. It kept getting worse and worse. One day, Franz came up and said, "I'm sorry William. But we cannot be friends anymore. William was tore up. He would be sitting in his room, crying. Wiliam started to be a punk. He would make fun of people. He was finally beat down by a local gang of punks, when he said something that they didn't like, even though it wasn't to them. William started changeing his ways. He said he was sorry to anyone he had made fun of. William and Franz met eachother again, and tried to be friends. But it was to late. WWII soon broke out. William was moved to England. "BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO!!! FRANZ ISN'T MOVEING! AND I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!" William yelled and yelled, but no luck. William was back to point one. Being sad, and no friend. William was soon to be twenty. He moved out to an Appartment. He got a letter from Franz, saying that he had joined the German Army. Soon later, William was bombraided. He lost pretty much everything."That's it. Sorry, Franz, but I have to do this." William signed up for the UK's Army.
Military Rank:
- Private.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Hmm. William was outside, in the sun. He was walking around in a city in France. He walked around, seeing nothing but blown down buildings. William walked over, Carrying his Lee Enfield, to a shattered building. He walked over to a door. He swang his foot up, hitting the door. It fell right down. All of a sudden, a German soldier pounced onto William, getting him against the wall. They had hand-to-hand combat, fighting over the rifle. Finally, William got the upperhand, side-butted the German in the cheek, knocking him down. William aimed down, and fired off a round into the German's head. He pulled the stock out, releasing the empty cartridge to the hard floor. He pushed the the stock back, and pulled the bolt down. He walked around looking for extra items. He took some bread, and popped it into his mouth. The bread reminded him of the scents of his home, back in Carolina. All of a sudden, a Captain trotted up. William snapped into a salute. "Time to go, Private.""Yes, Sir." William replied. He walked around, but he felt like someone was watching him. All of a sudden, a Stuka came flying down, machineguns blaring. "GET DOWN!" William yelled, but it was to late. The Captain was killed."DAMNIT!" William took his Lee Enfield, and glared everywhere. He moved his iron sights up, and shot at what seemed to be a helmet. A German body fell down. He took out his knife, and attached it to his Lee Enfield. He saw a surrendering German. He ran over and stuck the bayonet right into the man's chest. "I'm sorry I had to do this, but you've gone to far." William spoke out. William removed the bayonet from the German, and started walking back to the camp. He met up with a Motorcycle trooper along the way, and was pinned down for a bit. He managed to take out the MGer, and then rushed over to the driver, wacking him with the but of the Lee Enfield. William did this so fast, the driver didn't get a chance to get his hand on the handle. He tied up the driver's hands with some wire, and then kept the bayonet, and Enfield's barrel ready at the prisoner. He took the prisoner to camp, who was later transported back to London. William layed down in his tent. His job was done here- For now.
