Post by Application on Jan 9, 2010 14:58:13 GMT
Account E-Mail: jrossiter76@yahoo.com
Name: Rusty McGregor
Nationality: US
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US
Character History:
Born in Central New York, Rusty's childhood was a hard one. His parents had him go out every morning at about six o'clock and Rusty would milk the cows. While he was doing this, he would dream. Dream about anything..... anything that crossed his mind. One day in town, attached to a telephone pole, was a sign. "I want YOU to join thed military!" it read. From that point on, he would dream of being a battlefield hero.
His father was a WWI veteran. Rusty's dad would tell him fascinating stories about his fighting. When dreaming, Rusty would insert himself into his father's role.
There he was, running over the ridge, dodging bullets, and sliding into an allied trench. "Wakeup, son!" his father would say.
One day his father asked, "What are you always dreaming about?" and Rusty would reply "I want to join the army!".
Rusty was an excellent student with a 4.0 average. There was no doubt he would make the best grunt there ever was.
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?)
"Ahh crap." muttered Rusty quietly. He was on the ground, crawling under some barb wire to make it down into a trench. He had come a long way. He was deployed behind German lines and got separated from his platoon. Rusty had traveled at least 10 miles. He lost track of how many days it had been because he had to go very slow or he would be seen by german patrols. Rusty was in desperate need of a shower. He was more worried about them smelling him than seeing him.
As he inched closer to the trench, he could hear gunfire on the other side of the woods he was on. He would have to sneak around to the right flank of the germans in order to get back without being shot... in the back.
Rusty made it throught the wire, slid down into the abandoned trench quietly and started walking with his head down to the right. The germans wouldn't suspect someone to come from the back and go right through their right flank. His platoon would be getting one big surprise tonight!
Name: Rusty McGregor
Nationality: US
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US
Character History:
Born in Central New York, Rusty's childhood was a hard one. His parents had him go out every morning at about six o'clock and Rusty would milk the cows. While he was doing this, he would dream. Dream about anything..... anything that crossed his mind. One day in town, attached to a telephone pole, was a sign. "I want YOU to join thed military!" it read. From that point on, he would dream of being a battlefield hero.
His father was a WWI veteran. Rusty's dad would tell him fascinating stories about his fighting. When dreaming, Rusty would insert himself into his father's role.
There he was, running over the ridge, dodging bullets, and sliding into an allied trench. "Wakeup, son!" his father would say.
One day his father asked, "What are you always dreaming about?" and Rusty would reply "I want to join the army!".
Rusty was an excellent student with a 4.0 average. There was no doubt he would make the best grunt there ever was.
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?)
"Ahh crap." muttered Rusty quietly. He was on the ground, crawling under some barb wire to make it down into a trench. He had come a long way. He was deployed behind German lines and got separated from his platoon. Rusty had traveled at least 10 miles. He lost track of how many days it had been because he had to go very slow or he would be seen by german patrols. Rusty was in desperate need of a shower. He was more worried about them smelling him than seeing him.
As he inched closer to the trench, he could hear gunfire on the other side of the woods he was on. He would have to sneak around to the right flank of the germans in order to get back without being shot... in the back.
Rusty made it throught the wire, slid down into the abandoned trench quietly and started walking with his head down to the right. The germans wouldn't suspect someone to come from the back and go right through their right flank. His platoon would be getting one big surprise tonight!
