Post by Michael Hobbar on Jul 21, 2009 17:51:20 GMT
Accepted, but I didn't feel your Application deserved the rank you asked for. Instead, I have given you the rank of First Sergeant.
Account E-Mail: huy.t.nguyen@sbcglobal.net
Name:Michael Hobbar
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US Army
Age/Birthday: 22, 7 November 1920
Height: 5’8
Weight: 136 lbs
Frame: Michael Hobbar is of English Decent(way back to the Colonial Era circa 1740’s) Michael has long arms, a 5’10 wingspan and has size 9 feet shoes. Michael stands 5 feet and 8 inches tall, and weighs about 136 pounds. Michael has diamond clear blue eyes and smooth light/pale brown hair. Michael’s eyelashes are longer than what most guys would want, but are the envy of every girl in his school. Michael has long fingers, about 6 inches, longer than most people that he knows, and also it makes it hard for him to find gloves. Years of braces has straightened his teeth to be almost perfect. He has small ears, but because he played violin and piano as a kid, has honed them to be useful assets. Huy has good strong abs from swimming and has pretty strong arms, though they are quite skinny. Huy's thighs and calves are especially strong and toned from his swimming careers. You can say that he looks like a skinny Michael Phelps.
Personality: Easy to get along with, good with following and giving orders if need be, have a hard time trusting people unless they are friends or people I know very well. Good personality and try to stay out of trouble for the most part. Michael cares for his friends and will do everything to protect them. Due to an emotionally scarring event (the death of his Girlfriend explained in the history) Michael is a bit nervous in the field and a bit jumpy.
Character History:
Michael was born on 7 November 1920 in California. He was born to Henry Hobbar and Amanda Peters. His father was a mechanic working on tractors, cars, and other mechanical stuff. His mother was a school teacher.
At an early age, Michael was always fascinated with the warfare and the military. He often snuck towards the Army Bases and watched the soldiers drill and PT. Even though he was fascinated with the military, he never stopped learning. Michael was the on the top of his elementary classes. He did naturally well in almost everything that he does. At age 7, his mother pushed him to learn how to play the piano. He took lessons, but never did like learning all the classical songs, though he was a natural, just lazy as heck. Michael also tried many sports including: baseball, soccer(football), tennis, badminton, football(American), and swimming. He did well, being naturally talented, but he never excelled in anything really. Michael began drawing the soldiers as they trained, becoming a good artist. Michael joined the swim team when he was 8 years old and at first didn’t do very well, but his natural talent made him eventually do very well.
In middle school, Michael further improved his academics. He didn’t excel, but was good in math, reaching Geometry by the 8th Grade. He also did relatively well in Science, being in the more advanced class.
In high school, Michael joined the swim team, making it as the team captain. He also continued orchestra, being in the symphony group. Michael took many advanced classes including: Calc AB AP, Chem Hnrs, World History AP, US History AP, Stats AP. Many of his peers thought that his talents would be wasted if he joined the military, but he didn’t care. Michael’s parents weren’t too fond of him joining the military and generally prohibited it.
Michael eventually made it to college according to his parents’ wishes. Though he was prohibited to join the military by his parents, he didn’t care. He was 18 now and he could pretty much do what he wanted. He enrolled in ROTC. He finished college in 1942 and was put into active duty to fight the Germans on the European Front.
Military Rank:2nd Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
RP Sample from: 32usmcrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi
Account E-Mail: huy.t.nguyen@sbcglobal.net
Name:Michael Hobbar
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US Army
Age/Birthday: 22, 7 November 1920
Height: 5’8
Weight: 136 lbs
Frame: Michael Hobbar is of English Decent(way back to the Colonial Era circa 1740’s) Michael has long arms, a 5’10 wingspan and has size 9 feet shoes. Michael stands 5 feet and 8 inches tall, and weighs about 136 pounds. Michael has diamond clear blue eyes and smooth light/pale brown hair. Michael’s eyelashes are longer than what most guys would want, but are the envy of every girl in his school. Michael has long fingers, about 6 inches, longer than most people that he knows, and also it makes it hard for him to find gloves. Years of braces has straightened his teeth to be almost perfect. He has small ears, but because he played violin and piano as a kid, has honed them to be useful assets. Huy has good strong abs from swimming and has pretty strong arms, though they are quite skinny. Huy's thighs and calves are especially strong and toned from his swimming careers. You can say that he looks like a skinny Michael Phelps.
Personality: Easy to get along with, good with following and giving orders if need be, have a hard time trusting people unless they are friends or people I know very well. Good personality and try to stay out of trouble for the most part. Michael cares for his friends and will do everything to protect them. Due to an emotionally scarring event (the death of his Girlfriend explained in the history) Michael is a bit nervous in the field and a bit jumpy.
Character History:
Michael was born on 7 November 1920 in California. He was born to Henry Hobbar and Amanda Peters. His father was a mechanic working on tractors, cars, and other mechanical stuff. His mother was a school teacher.
At an early age, Michael was always fascinated with the warfare and the military. He often snuck towards the Army Bases and watched the soldiers drill and PT. Even though he was fascinated with the military, he never stopped learning. Michael was the on the top of his elementary classes. He did naturally well in almost everything that he does. At age 7, his mother pushed him to learn how to play the piano. He took lessons, but never did like learning all the classical songs, though he was a natural, just lazy as heck. Michael also tried many sports including: baseball, soccer(football), tennis, badminton, football(American), and swimming. He did well, being naturally talented, but he never excelled in anything really. Michael began drawing the soldiers as they trained, becoming a good artist. Michael joined the swim team when he was 8 years old and at first didn’t do very well, but his natural talent made him eventually do very well.
In middle school, Michael further improved his academics. He didn’t excel, but was good in math, reaching Geometry by the 8th Grade. He also did relatively well in Science, being in the more advanced class.
In high school, Michael joined the swim team, making it as the team captain. He also continued orchestra, being in the symphony group. Michael took many advanced classes including: Calc AB AP, Chem Hnrs, World History AP, US History AP, Stats AP. Many of his peers thought that his talents would be wasted if he joined the military, but he didn’t care. Michael’s parents weren’t too fond of him joining the military and generally prohibited it.
Michael eventually made it to college according to his parents’ wishes. Though he was prohibited to join the military by his parents, he didn’t care. He was 18 now and he could pretty much do what he wanted. He enrolled in ROTC. He finished college in 1942 and was put into active duty to fight the Germans on the European Front.
Military Rank:2nd Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
RP Sample from: 32usmcrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi
Moore pulled a can of smoke of his harness, than motioned for Hobbar and Kendall to move over to his location.
Michael quickly ran towards Corporal Moore and took a knee on the deck.
"While we have suppression fire, we are popping smoke and throwing three M67's at their firing position." He paused than went on "next we storm what's left of them and move to checkpoint Alpha, we will secure this landing zone and make our way to Alpha."
"Aye Corporal" Hobbar slipped out a grenade from his assault pack and tightly gripped onto it tightly.
"I don’t know bout you boys, but I'd love to have a nice Abrams roll up,"
"Corporal, I think it would be better for us if we got some heavy air support." Hobbar stopped, "But you're the Corporal here."
"Throw your frags!"
Michael rose up a few feet and tossed his grenade. It flew out and flew a few yards before it clunked onto the deck and rolled into the enemy position. After a few seconds, the grenades went off.
"GET SOME MARINES!"
Michael pushed himself off the deck and grabbed the grip of his M16A4. He quickly checked his helmet with his free hand, making sure it was snug and secure. He then grabbed the fore grip that was mounted on the rails of his rifle and stood up. Michael took two steps and screamed a motivational cry.
As Michael of the 2nd Platoon stands up to engage the enemy, a hail of fire from the left building comes to greet him.
"Sh.t!" Michael screamed, he only fired a shot before a hail of bullets made him take cover at the corner of the building. "Kendall watch out for those G3s!"
Situated on the roof is a three-man kill team. Two men armed with G-3 Rifles, one man wielding an M60 light machine gun. He fires in light bursts to keep the two down while the scoped G-3 rifles close in for the kill.
"f.ck!" Michael cursed, "We can't advance until that MG is taken out!" Michael wiped his face and looked down at his feet. His boots were all scruffed up, but not a big deal. Michael glanced up and then down at Super-Seven-Three's crash site. Damn good men in there...could've used the air support...
One of the G-3 rifled soldiers begins taking pot shots at him, decreasing the pressure upon Michael.
This is my chance... Michael thought, "Cover me Kendall!" Michael ducked low and looked for a good place to take cover by. He saw a destroyed vehicle, not much cover but it'll have to do. Michael got up and ran as fast as he could. He could feel the rounds flying past him, hear the whizzing noises. Michael was only a few feet from the vehicle now, so he slid feet first and got under cover. Michael’s cammies were cut up, but besides that unscaved. Michael held up his hand in a thumbs up and turned around facing the enemy fire. Michael raised his rifle and peered through his ACOG scope. He saw the muzzle flash from the enemy Machine Gun. "MG on the roof! Three Story Building!" Michael leaned around the corner of the wreaked vehicle and aimed his M16A4. He held it steady and fired three shots then quickly swung his body back into cover.
Michael quickly ran towards Corporal Moore and took a knee on the deck.
"While we have suppression fire, we are popping smoke and throwing three M67's at their firing position." He paused than went on "next we storm what's left of them and move to checkpoint Alpha, we will secure this landing zone and make our way to Alpha."
"Aye Corporal" Hobbar slipped out a grenade from his assault pack and tightly gripped onto it tightly.
"I don’t know bout you boys, but I'd love to have a nice Abrams roll up,"
"Corporal, I think it would be better for us if we got some heavy air support." Hobbar stopped, "But you're the Corporal here."
"Throw your frags!"
Michael rose up a few feet and tossed his grenade. It flew out and flew a few yards before it clunked onto the deck and rolled into the enemy position. After a few seconds, the grenades went off.
"GET SOME MARINES!"
Michael pushed himself off the deck and grabbed the grip of his M16A4. He quickly checked his helmet with his free hand, making sure it was snug and secure. He then grabbed the fore grip that was mounted on the rails of his rifle and stood up. Michael took two steps and screamed a motivational cry.
As Michael of the 2nd Platoon stands up to engage the enemy, a hail of fire from the left building comes to greet him.
"Sh.t!" Michael screamed, he only fired a shot before a hail of bullets made him take cover at the corner of the building. "Kendall watch out for those G3s!"
Situated on the roof is a three-man kill team. Two men armed with G-3 Rifles, one man wielding an M60 light machine gun. He fires in light bursts to keep the two down while the scoped G-3 rifles close in for the kill.
"f.ck!" Michael cursed, "We can't advance until that MG is taken out!" Michael wiped his face and looked down at his feet. His boots were all scruffed up, but not a big deal. Michael glanced up and then down at Super-Seven-Three's crash site. Damn good men in there...could've used the air support...
One of the G-3 rifled soldiers begins taking pot shots at him, decreasing the pressure upon Michael.
This is my chance... Michael thought, "Cover me Kendall!" Michael ducked low and looked for a good place to take cover by. He saw a destroyed vehicle, not much cover but it'll have to do. Michael got up and ran as fast as he could. He could feel the rounds flying past him, hear the whizzing noises. Michael was only a few feet from the vehicle now, so he slid feet first and got under cover. Michael’s cammies were cut up, but besides that unscaved. Michael held up his hand in a thumbs up and turned around facing the enemy fire. Michael raised his rifle and peered through his ACOG scope. He saw the muzzle flash from the enemy Machine Gun. "MG on the roof! Three Story Building!" Michael leaned around the corner of the wreaked vehicle and aimed his M16A4. He held it steady and fired three shots then quickly swung his body back into cover.
