Post by Chris P Matherson on Nov 7, 2007 13:10:20 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the board!
Well what i can say? One of my star pupils from Obeying Orders has made his comeback on 'Issuing Orders'.
I'm more than happy to have you back Aaron, i'm sure you'll bring some fantastic RP to this board. Make sure to check out the shop's weaponry & items beneath the shop icon (top right) when you login.
Again, welcome!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Christopher P. Matherson
Nationality:
-Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Chris was born in Australia, in a small town not far from the city of Townsville, which had a strong emphasis upon military bases and was also responsible for international troop movements.
Chris’ father was an officer in the Australian Army, and received honours for fighting in the First World War. Ever since he was a little boy, Chris has always wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps. The first time Chris touched a rifle was when he was six years old, when his father let his fire a small .22 rifle he had. Chris completely stunned him when he put a round not two inches away from the can sitting in the hollow of a tree at 100 yards.
Chris joined cadet forces and trained militarily for almost six years before finally joining the Royal Australian Army and being accepted into a Special Operations unit for training. His instructors noted Chris as being fiercely loyal to his peers, with great leadership abilities exceeding those of his fellow soldiers, and also a very high degree of skill with a rifle warranting him a special award during training from a sniper unit. However, they noted his sheer arrogance and high pride which was the main argument as whether or not to allow him into a leadership position. All his instructors agreed that he would be exceptional for the role, but they could foresee his judgment being overridden by a lack of humility.
However, his peers adored him, and his natural leadership won through when he was appointed as a team leader. After training, Chris was sent to the United States for deployment. At the outbreak of the Second World War, Chris had already been in the army for six years, and was a veteran of no less than three dozen minor battles.
Military Rank:
- Captain
Writing Sample:
Chris ducked again behind the thick oak. It was uncanny, how someone could have been following him. But the feeling was still there, right on the edge of perception, waiting to pounce. He peeked again around the other side of the tree to try and catch a glimps, but he could no soldier chasing him, no rifle poised in anticipation to take off his scalp. There was just the lush green underbrush of the forest floor, tall, thick trees dotting the surface of the hill as it sloped upwards and disappeared behind the outline of the canopy. The sunlight easily pierced the treetops around here, and where there had once only been the random shaft of light, now there was dazzling daylight.
Chris ran to the next tree and slammed his back against it, holding his M1 to his chest like a long lost lover, listening. Just the wind rushing through the leaves, or was that a body sliding through the underbrush? The chink of a rifle! No, just a branch snapping far off. A tree groaned beside him, as if in warning. What do you know that I don’t? Chris silently questioned the oak, but it stood tall and defiant, unmoving.
This is driving you crazy Chris. Just get back to getting home. He took a step and… then he heard something. Another branch snapping. No, this was more mechanical, more deliberate. It sounded queerly like the safety catch of a rifle being turned…
Chris’s eyes widened and he turned back to the oak just as the shot rang across the hillside. The smack of the lead slamming into his chest pouch almost sent him reeling. The bullet had buried itself three quarters of the way through a magazine, easily ripping apart two of his smaller bullets. Chris hit the tree as he felt another shot sizzle past his cheek, heard a curse, and the rustle of leaves approaching.
He’s coming! Chris whirled around from the other side of the tree and leveled his rifle at where he thought the soldier was. His iron sights were only a few inches off as he lined up, and just as the other soldier’s rifle twitched over to his new location, Chris fired, the bullet hurtling through the enemies hand, twisting the rifle in his hands.
Crack! Crack! The second shot knocked into his chest, but the third snapped his head back in a spray of blood as the body fell to the ground…
Well what i can say? One of my star pupils from Obeying Orders has made his comeback on 'Issuing Orders'.
I'm more than happy to have you back Aaron, i'm sure you'll bring some fantastic RP to this board. Make sure to check out the shop's weaponry & items beneath the shop icon (top right) when you login.
Again, welcome!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Christopher P. Matherson
Nationality:
-Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Chris was born in Australia, in a small town not far from the city of Townsville, which had a strong emphasis upon military bases and was also responsible for international troop movements.
Chris’ father was an officer in the Australian Army, and received honours for fighting in the First World War. Ever since he was a little boy, Chris has always wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps. The first time Chris touched a rifle was when he was six years old, when his father let his fire a small .22 rifle he had. Chris completely stunned him when he put a round not two inches away from the can sitting in the hollow of a tree at 100 yards.
Chris joined cadet forces and trained militarily for almost six years before finally joining the Royal Australian Army and being accepted into a Special Operations unit for training. His instructors noted Chris as being fiercely loyal to his peers, with great leadership abilities exceeding those of his fellow soldiers, and also a very high degree of skill with a rifle warranting him a special award during training from a sniper unit. However, they noted his sheer arrogance and high pride which was the main argument as whether or not to allow him into a leadership position. All his instructors agreed that he would be exceptional for the role, but they could foresee his judgment being overridden by a lack of humility.
However, his peers adored him, and his natural leadership won through when he was appointed as a team leader. After training, Chris was sent to the United States for deployment. At the outbreak of the Second World War, Chris had already been in the army for six years, and was a veteran of no less than three dozen minor battles.
Military Rank:
- Captain
Writing Sample:
Chris ducked again behind the thick oak. It was uncanny, how someone could have been following him. But the feeling was still there, right on the edge of perception, waiting to pounce. He peeked again around the other side of the tree to try and catch a glimps, but he could no soldier chasing him, no rifle poised in anticipation to take off his scalp. There was just the lush green underbrush of the forest floor, tall, thick trees dotting the surface of the hill as it sloped upwards and disappeared behind the outline of the canopy. The sunlight easily pierced the treetops around here, and where there had once only been the random shaft of light, now there was dazzling daylight.
Chris ran to the next tree and slammed his back against it, holding his M1 to his chest like a long lost lover, listening. Just the wind rushing through the leaves, or was that a body sliding through the underbrush? The chink of a rifle! No, just a branch snapping far off. A tree groaned beside him, as if in warning. What do you know that I don’t? Chris silently questioned the oak, but it stood tall and defiant, unmoving.
This is driving you crazy Chris. Just get back to getting home. He took a step and… then he heard something. Another branch snapping. No, this was more mechanical, more deliberate. It sounded queerly like the safety catch of a rifle being turned…
Chris’s eyes widened and he turned back to the oak just as the shot rang across the hillside. The smack of the lead slamming into his chest pouch almost sent him reeling. The bullet had buried itself three quarters of the way through a magazine, easily ripping apart two of his smaller bullets. Chris hit the tree as he felt another shot sizzle past his cheek, heard a curse, and the rustle of leaves approaching.
He’s coming! Chris whirled around from the other side of the tree and leveled his rifle at where he thought the soldier was. His iron sights were only a few inches off as he lined up, and just as the other soldier’s rifle twitched over to his new location, Chris fired, the bullet hurtling through the enemies hand, twisting the rifle in his hands.
Crack! Crack! The second shot knocked into his chest, but the third snapped his head back in a spray of blood as the body fell to the ground…