Post by Murdo Boss on Mar 29, 2010 3:39:57 GMT
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Name:
- Murdo ‘Mungo’ Boss
Nationality:
- Proudly Scottish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- British Army
Character History:
- Born just a year after the cessation of hostilities in the Great War, Murdo (or Mungo as he was referred to by friends and family) was raised by a loving mother and father on a farm just south of Glasgow. It was here that he enjoyed the finer things in life, like horse back riding, and occasional hunting parties with his father. However, when he turned fifteen he was sent to live with his Aunt and Uncle in Glasgow.
Here he took a job working in one of the many manufacturing plants, which was where he’d stay until at the age of twenty, he volunteered for the British Army. He was as green as any other recruit, but being at the age he was, and having spent his time after graduating high school in a plant, he learned the trades of soldiering very quickly, and managed to impress his instructors tremendously.
When the British Commandos were erected in 1940, Murdo, who was feeling hopeless at the loss at Dunkirk (a battle he took part in himself) volunteered for this new and foggy assignment immediately, knowing that ‘special service’ usually meant ‘lots of killing’, something he fancied very much. He was trained heavily, but his rank of Sergeant put him as third (or second in some cases) in charge of his section, something that made him very proud.
The tedious and often unparalleled danger involved in the missions he undertook practically gave Murdo a woody as he fought his way across the coast of France. Every mission he was apart of were in some way or another successful, until the last one he participated in on the French coast. It was a night raid perpetrated by the No.47 Commando Troop, who were tasked with destroying a coastal garrison, alongside a half dozen Panzers. However, his troop were compromised when a small detachment of three men (himself included) were spotted by a German patrol and subsequently fired upon. During the engagement, one of Murdo’s close friends in the troop was killed, and in the midst of the fighting he managed to drag the body two hundred yards to safety before it, and the troop, were taken back across the channel.
For his actions, Murdo was awarded a promotion, something that he would remarks as quote ‘Not comin any fookin where near replacing his mate’ and during his week of rest, he returned to the wife of his fallen comrade an engagement ring and letter written expressly by the Pvt in case of his own demise. Upon the return to his base, Murdo was put on the first ship bound for North Africa, which is where he is now serving as part of the No. 14 Troop.
Military Rank:
- Staff Sergeant
Writing Sample:
That’s it ya kraut bastard! Thought Mungo as he kept himself low to the ground, darkness enveloping his form and allowing him total camouflage as the goose stepping boots came closer, and closer. His knuckleduster was at the ready, replacing his overly loud Sten and bulky colt in return for a silent and often very bloody treat. Clenching his fist around the metal piece was re-assuring, and kept his senses keen as the sight of a grey uniform amidst the darkness proved he had, in fact, been followed.
As the young, blonde haired and blue eyed German stepped closer to his demise, shouts from his comrades were very audible, although distant and Murdo decided they were out of eyeshot. Two more steps for the German, and Mungo pounced, catching the Prussian off guard as he came out swinging, clubbing the bastard right across the cheek with his knuckleduster putting him to the ground. Using his momentum, Mungo followed the German as he fell backwards, already knocked unconscious and continued to pound his face in with both of his heavy set mitts. Grunts accompanied the gurgling and other buffet of sounds as the brass knuckles were coated with the Aryans blood, something Mungo enjoyed immensely.
But he had to control his urges, and once sufficient damage was dealt, and the German could do nothing but gurgle down mouthfuls of his own blood and vomit. Wiping the sweat from his brow with the surprising bloody back of his hand, Mungo streak his face in the blood of his victim unwittingly and signalled for the others behind him to move up. The sound of twigs snapping and brushes moving would normally be unsettling, but knowing it was his own men was re-assuring, and once the corporal tapped him on his shoulder, Mungo slipped his Sten from his back and gripped it tightly between his fingers, rising up from the German’s body, his knuckledusters back in his pocket as he lead the charge ahead.
No sound as the section moved up in a line formation, stopping just short of the tree line, surrounded by heavy bush their forms were hidden to the German patrol that lay in wait ahead. Two tangos, one smoking on a hand rolled cigarette while the other carefully scanned the tree line the commandos were hiding in. Nothing would give them away until they wanted it to, until…
“Goetfried?” Called out the smoking German casually, not yet worried but probably just wanting to ask his colleague a quick question. But, with no answer, the pair slowly became alert and started to walk closer to the tree line, heads bent forward to try and see past the heavy brush that lay before them. “It doesn’t take anyone that long to piss Goetfried…”
They never even noticed the three man detachment waiting behind the last VW before the brush, and as they slowly passed it two of the three men rose up, their bodies silhouetting against the backdrop of the small outpost as they carefully crept up behind the Germans, and just as the two Axis fiends realized something was behind them, the Brit’s pounced, gripping their mouths in their hands and dragged their Fairbairn-Sykes across the German’s throats, slicing their jugulars before dragging them backwards and dumping their corpses where the three men had only seconds before been crouched.
Now everything was set for the fireworks, and with another couple hand signs Mungo ordered up the Engineer’s who followed the three Commandos before them right up to the garrison and started on their handiwork. Yup…not much longer now…
Name:
- Murdo ‘Mungo’ Boss
Nationality:
- Proudly Scottish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- British Army
Character History:
- Born just a year after the cessation of hostilities in the Great War, Murdo (or Mungo as he was referred to by friends and family) was raised by a loving mother and father on a farm just south of Glasgow. It was here that he enjoyed the finer things in life, like horse back riding, and occasional hunting parties with his father. However, when he turned fifteen he was sent to live with his Aunt and Uncle in Glasgow.
Here he took a job working in one of the many manufacturing plants, which was where he’d stay until at the age of twenty, he volunteered for the British Army. He was as green as any other recruit, but being at the age he was, and having spent his time after graduating high school in a plant, he learned the trades of soldiering very quickly, and managed to impress his instructors tremendously.
When the British Commandos were erected in 1940, Murdo, who was feeling hopeless at the loss at Dunkirk (a battle he took part in himself) volunteered for this new and foggy assignment immediately, knowing that ‘special service’ usually meant ‘lots of killing’, something he fancied very much. He was trained heavily, but his rank of Sergeant put him as third (or second in some cases) in charge of his section, something that made him very proud.
The tedious and often unparalleled danger involved in the missions he undertook practically gave Murdo a woody as he fought his way across the coast of France. Every mission he was apart of were in some way or another successful, until the last one he participated in on the French coast. It was a night raid perpetrated by the No.47 Commando Troop, who were tasked with destroying a coastal garrison, alongside a half dozen Panzers. However, his troop were compromised when a small detachment of three men (himself included) were spotted by a German patrol and subsequently fired upon. During the engagement, one of Murdo’s close friends in the troop was killed, and in the midst of the fighting he managed to drag the body two hundred yards to safety before it, and the troop, were taken back across the channel.
For his actions, Murdo was awarded a promotion, something that he would remarks as quote ‘Not comin any fookin where near replacing his mate’ and during his week of rest, he returned to the wife of his fallen comrade an engagement ring and letter written expressly by the Pvt in case of his own demise. Upon the return to his base, Murdo was put on the first ship bound for North Africa, which is where he is now serving as part of the No. 14 Troop.
Military Rank:
- Staff Sergeant
Writing Sample:
That’s it ya kraut bastard! Thought Mungo as he kept himself low to the ground, darkness enveloping his form and allowing him total camouflage as the goose stepping boots came closer, and closer. His knuckleduster was at the ready, replacing his overly loud Sten and bulky colt in return for a silent and often very bloody treat. Clenching his fist around the metal piece was re-assuring, and kept his senses keen as the sight of a grey uniform amidst the darkness proved he had, in fact, been followed.
As the young, blonde haired and blue eyed German stepped closer to his demise, shouts from his comrades were very audible, although distant and Murdo decided they were out of eyeshot. Two more steps for the German, and Mungo pounced, catching the Prussian off guard as he came out swinging, clubbing the bastard right across the cheek with his knuckleduster putting him to the ground. Using his momentum, Mungo followed the German as he fell backwards, already knocked unconscious and continued to pound his face in with both of his heavy set mitts. Grunts accompanied the gurgling and other buffet of sounds as the brass knuckles were coated with the Aryans blood, something Mungo enjoyed immensely.
But he had to control his urges, and once sufficient damage was dealt, and the German could do nothing but gurgle down mouthfuls of his own blood and vomit. Wiping the sweat from his brow with the surprising bloody back of his hand, Mungo streak his face in the blood of his victim unwittingly and signalled for the others behind him to move up. The sound of twigs snapping and brushes moving would normally be unsettling, but knowing it was his own men was re-assuring, and once the corporal tapped him on his shoulder, Mungo slipped his Sten from his back and gripped it tightly between his fingers, rising up from the German’s body, his knuckledusters back in his pocket as he lead the charge ahead.
No sound as the section moved up in a line formation, stopping just short of the tree line, surrounded by heavy bush their forms were hidden to the German patrol that lay in wait ahead. Two tangos, one smoking on a hand rolled cigarette while the other carefully scanned the tree line the commandos were hiding in. Nothing would give them away until they wanted it to, until…
“Goetfried?” Called out the smoking German casually, not yet worried but probably just wanting to ask his colleague a quick question. But, with no answer, the pair slowly became alert and started to walk closer to the tree line, heads bent forward to try and see past the heavy brush that lay before them. “It doesn’t take anyone that long to piss Goetfried…”
They never even noticed the three man detachment waiting behind the last VW before the brush, and as they slowly passed it two of the three men rose up, their bodies silhouetting against the backdrop of the small outpost as they carefully crept up behind the Germans, and just as the two Axis fiends realized something was behind them, the Brit’s pounced, gripping their mouths in their hands and dragged their Fairbairn-Sykes across the German’s throats, slicing their jugulars before dragging them backwards and dumping their corpses where the three men had only seconds before been crouched.
Now everything was set for the fireworks, and with another couple hand signs Mungo ordered up the Engineer’s who followed the three Commandos before them right up to the garrison and started on their handiwork. Yup…not much longer now…
