Post by Franz Walters on Jun 23, 2009 23:58:29 GMT
I'll give you Corporal
Account E-Mail: The Account is redbuckly
Name:
Red Buckley
Nationality:
- American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US
Character History:
- Red Buckley was born in 1917, a year before the end of WWI. He was born and raised on a farm. He was used to animals, guns, hunting, and farming. Red would milk cows, feed the chickens, and help with yard work. From age 4 he was into combat he had a friend, who's brother was in WWI. Red's friend's brother would send letters back explaining what it was like over in the war. Red hated reading about the trenches. Red hoped that he would never be in those trenches. But he would join a war to help his country some day, even if he was in a filthy old trench. When Red's friend's brother came back from the army, he taught about war tactics, and all that. Red turned 16 eventually, and was training with a rifle. He grew up on a farm, so had alot of skills, and was use to working around guns. He could also try his hands with a bayonet. He trained for hours every night. It was tireing, but was the only way to be ready for the army when he was old enough. He would set up target after target, and use the family's rifle on the target, scoreing good shots. Eventually, WWII would swing around in 1939, when he was 22. That was when he left for the army. He wasn't actually in WWII when he joined, until June 6, 1940, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. He saw the planes blown up in the sky. He saw the ships blown down. He heard, the moans and groans of soldiers dieing in those gas filled waters! That was what set America into WWII. Red was still studying war, even though he was in one. He was sent to France, home of the German war machine. He got use to training, marches, all that easily, due to him being raised on a farm. He enjoyed being a land soldier. He rather be on land then in a plane. He did longer, and longer marches, worked out, trained, all that. He would take part in training for new recruits. He would teach them shooting, hand to hand fighting, and simple excersises, like crawling in mud, Doing running, And would train what to do if they came apon a German tank unit. Red also tried teaching radio to new radiomen, on how to target locations that may need to be hit to bail out other allied units. Red played alot of sports in his past time, but his favorite was baseball. He played it when ever he could. He also liked to draw, but he didn't do that alot, though he didn't really get enough time too draw. He would also like to take some photo with close friends that were also in the army. Alot showed training, but there was some that had some goofing around in them.
Military Rank:
- Private or Corporal, whichever fits.
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 front lines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Red Buckly was a Corporal in the United States army. He was behind enemy lines in France. He walked along the destroyed stone buildings. He was about to walk into one building, which by the half-Destroyed sign beside it, was once a bakery. Red thought he may be able to get some actual good home made food for once. One push on the door, and the stone around the door collapsed down on the dark-oak door, it breaking into mid-sized pieces. Red climbed over the stones, walking to the counter. The place has been hit by constant artillery shells already. Since the town was abandoned, except for the many German's, and battling Americans and Brits, he smashed open the bread caseing with the butt of his M1 Garand. The glass shattered easily, as it was already cracked a bit from the other gun fights, and explosions from Tanks, and artillery strikes. Looking around before taking the bread, he saw what was left after all what the bakery took in. There were bodies lieing around, mostly Germans, and a few US. There were empty cartridges EVERYWHERE. Red walked around, looking for extra items left on the bodys. He found a few grenades, and then went back to the bread area.
He took some bread, and wrapped up even more for later. He walked out the bakery, and saw a German patrol. It was only two soldiers, luckily. Red down his M1 Garand, and took cover in some rubble. One soldier took a different path, and eventually disappeared down a hill. "Alright. That leaves just you. Smile wide..." Red spoke "to" the German. The German heavily inspected the scene, wondering where the shooter was. He pulled back the stock of his rifle, placing some bullets in. To bad he didnt do that earlier.Red fired off 3 shots, 2 hitting the chest, one in the knee cap. That was enough to take down that soldier. The now dead German's partner came back. What did he get? Two shots to the head. The clip clicked out, and Red pushed down a new one. Red Picked up his gear, and ran. He dived into a building, due to the sound of rumbling. It was just want Red guessed- A Panzer tank. Red took out his land mines, and placed it down in the way. The Panzer fell right for it. Red watched as the crew came out, running around, engulfed in flames. Even if they were the enemy, it wasn't a pretty site. Red aimed at the Germans he could with his M1 Garand, and emptied atleast two shots for 3 out of five men, killing them easily. He didn't want them to suffer. He attached his bayonet, and walked to a German, who looked as if paralyzed by the tank seen. He didn't know where Red was. But he would soon find out that Red found him. He was stuck with a bayonet, and shot in the back.
Red decided he was ready to go when a Panzer tank division came to check out the "party". He got stuck when a two man squad of soldiers saw him. He took them out, along with some other units, and JUST made it past the Panzer tanks. He knew that if he was spotted by one of them, his life would probley end right there and then. Red was walking on the trail back to his unit's camp, when he felt as if being watched. Having combat experience that got him to his current rank, He took cover. He aimed his eyes around the area, trying to make out what he thought was following him. He saw a bush rustle, so he shot at it. Turns out it was just the wind. He walked back to the trail again. He would turn around and shoot, Until something actually DID see him. It was a German squad. They broke out individually. Red was hit once, but it was just a slight leg muzzle, barely breaking skin. Eventually, a squad found him in the gun fight. With the squads help, they managed to finish off what was left of the two soldiers left from what Red did himself. Red and the squad walked back to the unit's camp. On the way, a soldier said, " How was the day sir?" Red replied, "Damn rough" Red said, laughing a bit. The squad also laughed.
Account E-Mail: The Account is redbuckly
Name:
Red Buckley
Nationality:
- American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US
Character History:
- Red Buckley was born in 1917, a year before the end of WWI. He was born and raised on a farm. He was used to animals, guns, hunting, and farming. Red would milk cows, feed the chickens, and help with yard work. From age 4 he was into combat he had a friend, who's brother was in WWI. Red's friend's brother would send letters back explaining what it was like over in the war. Red hated reading about the trenches. Red hoped that he would never be in those trenches. But he would join a war to help his country some day, even if he was in a filthy old trench. When Red's friend's brother came back from the army, he taught about war tactics, and all that. Red turned 16 eventually, and was training with a rifle. He grew up on a farm, so had alot of skills, and was use to working around guns. He could also try his hands with a bayonet. He trained for hours every night. It was tireing, but was the only way to be ready for the army when he was old enough. He would set up target after target, and use the family's rifle on the target, scoreing good shots. Eventually, WWII would swing around in 1939, when he was 22. That was when he left for the army. He wasn't actually in WWII when he joined, until June 6, 1940, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. He saw the planes blown up in the sky. He saw the ships blown down. He heard, the moans and groans of soldiers dieing in those gas filled waters! That was what set America into WWII. Red was still studying war, even though he was in one. He was sent to France, home of the German war machine. He got use to training, marches, all that easily, due to him being raised on a farm. He enjoyed being a land soldier. He rather be on land then in a plane. He did longer, and longer marches, worked out, trained, all that. He would take part in training for new recruits. He would teach them shooting, hand to hand fighting, and simple excersises, like crawling in mud, Doing running, And would train what to do if they came apon a German tank unit. Red also tried teaching radio to new radiomen, on how to target locations that may need to be hit to bail out other allied units. Red played alot of sports in his past time, but his favorite was baseball. He played it when ever he could. He also liked to draw, but he didn't do that alot, though he didn't really get enough time too draw. He would also like to take some photo with close friends that were also in the army. Alot showed training, but there was some that had some goofing around in them.
Military Rank:
- Private or Corporal, whichever fits.
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 front lines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Red Buckly was a Corporal in the United States army. He was behind enemy lines in France. He walked along the destroyed stone buildings. He was about to walk into one building, which by the half-Destroyed sign beside it, was once a bakery. Red thought he may be able to get some actual good home made food for once. One push on the door, and the stone around the door collapsed down on the dark-oak door, it breaking into mid-sized pieces. Red climbed over the stones, walking to the counter. The place has been hit by constant artillery shells already. Since the town was abandoned, except for the many German's, and battling Americans and Brits, he smashed open the bread caseing with the butt of his M1 Garand. The glass shattered easily, as it was already cracked a bit from the other gun fights, and explosions from Tanks, and artillery strikes. Looking around before taking the bread, he saw what was left after all what the bakery took in. There were bodies lieing around, mostly Germans, and a few US. There were empty cartridges EVERYWHERE. Red walked around, looking for extra items left on the bodys. He found a few grenades, and then went back to the bread area.
He took some bread, and wrapped up even more for later. He walked out the bakery, and saw a German patrol. It was only two soldiers, luckily. Red down his M1 Garand, and took cover in some rubble. One soldier took a different path, and eventually disappeared down a hill. "Alright. That leaves just you. Smile wide..." Red spoke "to" the German. The German heavily inspected the scene, wondering where the shooter was. He pulled back the stock of his rifle, placing some bullets in. To bad he didnt do that earlier.Red fired off 3 shots, 2 hitting the chest, one in the knee cap. That was enough to take down that soldier. The now dead German's partner came back. What did he get? Two shots to the head. The clip clicked out, and Red pushed down a new one. Red Picked up his gear, and ran. He dived into a building, due to the sound of rumbling. It was just want Red guessed- A Panzer tank. Red took out his land mines, and placed it down in the way. The Panzer fell right for it. Red watched as the crew came out, running around, engulfed in flames. Even if they were the enemy, it wasn't a pretty site. Red aimed at the Germans he could with his M1 Garand, and emptied atleast two shots for 3 out of five men, killing them easily. He didn't want them to suffer. He attached his bayonet, and walked to a German, who looked as if paralyzed by the tank seen. He didn't know where Red was. But he would soon find out that Red found him. He was stuck with a bayonet, and shot in the back.
Red decided he was ready to go when a Panzer tank division came to check out the "party". He got stuck when a two man squad of soldiers saw him. He took them out, along with some other units, and JUST made it past the Panzer tanks. He knew that if he was spotted by one of them, his life would probley end right there and then. Red was walking on the trail back to his unit's camp, when he felt as if being watched. Having combat experience that got him to his current rank, He took cover. He aimed his eyes around the area, trying to make out what he thought was following him. He saw a bush rustle, so he shot at it. Turns out it was just the wind. He walked back to the trail again. He would turn around and shoot, Until something actually DID see him. It was a German squad. They broke out individually. Red was hit once, but it was just a slight leg muzzle, barely breaking skin. Eventually, a squad found him in the gun fight. With the squads help, they managed to finish off what was left of the two soldiers left from what Red did himself. Red and the squad walked back to the unit's camp. On the way, a soldier said, " How was the day sir?" Red replied, "Damn rough" Red said, laughing a bit. The squad also laughed.