Post by Guest on May 15, 2008 21:37:57 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the board!
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Name: Hugh Stephenson
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
From a young age Hugh had admired the lifestyle of a soldier, this seemed strange for someone who grew up hearing horror stories of war, but Hugh’s home life was far from comfortable and this seemed like his only escape route.
His father was of German heritage and when the war started he feared for his life but luckily the connection wasn’t made.
Despite this apparent luck he found himself conscripted into the British Army mere weeks after the initiation of the war, regardless of the dreams that had once occupied his thoughts he felt utterly terrified.
Hugh had a religious upbringing and felt that his conscription was a punishment for the sin of envy towards the soldiers. Maybe the life of a soldier was not one that Hugh should have wished for.
Military Rank:
Assigned please (preferably private)
Writing Sample:
Hugh froze and held his breath as a twig snapped not far from his head, his fear fueled adrenalin told him that he could make it if he ran now, but his head told him that he would be dead in seconds.
He remained still for what seemed like hours until he heard the soft crunch of footsteps heading away. Once he was sure that it was safe he rolled gently onto his back and propped himself up onto his grubby palms.
Not far from where he was lying he could see a German soldier walking away, the commander had told him to always get a shot in when they wandered alone and Hugh believed that his advice was sound.
He clicked the safety off on his pistol and levered the barrel until it was in line with the back of the soldiers head. The smell of the gunpowder burned his nostrils as he rested his finger on the trigger.
He sighed quietly and aimed up a further several inches before pulling the trigger, the shot missed the soldiers head narrowly as he fired back blindly and ran in the opposite direction.
Hugh put the tragic miss down to nerves, but he knew that it was no accident that he hadn’t hit the mark; he just couldn’t bring himself to shoot someone when they were so totally unprepared.
Make sure to read the rules and different threads concerning how this board works (such as using units and so forth).
Need any help, feel free to ask!
~Danny
*EDIT!*
You must register an account so I can approve you!
-----------------------------------------
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Hugh Stephenson
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
From a young age Hugh had admired the lifestyle of a soldier, this seemed strange for someone who grew up hearing horror stories of war, but Hugh’s home life was far from comfortable and this seemed like his only escape route.
His father was of German heritage and when the war started he feared for his life but luckily the connection wasn’t made.
Despite this apparent luck he found himself conscripted into the British Army mere weeks after the initiation of the war, regardless of the dreams that had once occupied his thoughts he felt utterly terrified.
Hugh had a religious upbringing and felt that his conscription was a punishment for the sin of envy towards the soldiers. Maybe the life of a soldier was not one that Hugh should have wished for.
Military Rank:
Assigned please (preferably private)
Writing Sample:
Hugh froze and held his breath as a twig snapped not far from his head, his fear fueled adrenalin told him that he could make it if he ran now, but his head told him that he would be dead in seconds.
He remained still for what seemed like hours until he heard the soft crunch of footsteps heading away. Once he was sure that it was safe he rolled gently onto his back and propped himself up onto his grubby palms.
Not far from where he was lying he could see a German soldier walking away, the commander had told him to always get a shot in when they wandered alone and Hugh believed that his advice was sound.
He clicked the safety off on his pistol and levered the barrel until it was in line with the back of the soldiers head. The smell of the gunpowder burned his nostrils as he rested his finger on the trigger.
He sighed quietly and aimed up a further several inches before pulling the trigger, the shot missed the soldiers head narrowly as he fired back blindly and ran in the opposite direction.
Hugh put the tragic miss down to nerves, but he knew that it was no accident that he hadn’t hit the mark; he just couldn’t bring himself to shoot someone when they were so totally unprepared.