Post by Stephen Colly on Dec 20, 2007 15:20:04 GMT
Accepted, Welcome to the board!
I'm happy to see you have changed boards, from Obeying Orders to Issuing Orders
Make sure you check out the shop area (when you earn command points) to purchase new units or weapons!
Again, welcome.
~Danny[/i]
Edited Out! Needed For Account Approval!
Name: Stephen Colly
Age: 18
Nationality? “_______British_____”
Character History:
Well, Stephen’s history is like this:
He grew up in Suffolk, being raised on a farm in the village of Kenbridge; he lived on the farm with his father who had fought in the First World War, his name was Mark, and his mother who had been a nurse and whose name was Mary. They had told him stories of the war, saying it was the Greatest War and nothing ever would happen again like that. How wrong they were!
Living on the farm was fun, Stephen had a nanny who would take him for walks when he was younger, and told him all about the first world war, saying the same sort of things as Stephen’s parents.
Stephen had loved horses, he had loved to ride around the farm on his pony Snap Jack who he pretended to play fights with around the farm with a stick as a gun. This was when he was 12 or 13, but when war broke out, Stephen was eager to join up, he wanted to show to his dad that he could fight, but he was 17 and was too young to join up, so had to be happy with doing the farm chores.
Sadly, Stephen’s mother became ill and sadly pass away two days before Stephen’s birthday, he was extremely sad and didn’t want anything to do with his father, he now just wanted to go and join up and get away from his father who was in mourning for he had loved his wife very much.
On Stephen’s 18th birthday, he went straight to the join up station and joined up, then he went into training three days after joining up, then being shipped off to France, what will happen to him then?
Military Rank: “___Private_____”
Writing Sample:
“Scenario”
You’re behind enemy lines, due to your convoy taking an alternate route!
Tired, thirsty and un-alert, a local enemy patrol nears your location - the heavy footsteps and idle whistling of the enemy guards grows louder as they approach!
What does your character do!?
How does your character react!?
Write as much as possible, within third person, G’luck!
The air was cold and mist hung over the enemy lines, it was all quite apart from the distant noise of the machine guns that could be heard a mile off.
A figure moved in the silence, he was covered in mud from head to foot; the Union Flag was stamped on the front of his mud covered uniform. He rose to his feet, brushing some of the mud from his face, the eyes stared around the land, shell holes and bombs littered the area.
The man stumbled, nearly fell over. He had stumbled over…a body…bending down to see what it was, he gasped out loud, the echo, echoed around the silent countryside or what was left of it. It was the body of his mate, Robert Dido. Stephen, for that was the name of the man, fell to his knees, he covered his face with his hands, tears falling on to the mud covered ground.
Suddenly, the silence was broken, loud footsteps of soldiers were heard, coming from the road. Stephen looked up, seeing in the distance, a line of marching German soldiers. Panic took in, Stephen flattened himself to the ground, his arms over his head, praying that they wouldn’t see him.
The footsteps were now on the road, nearer now; he could hear the men chatting in hushed voices. The marching stopped just a couple of yards away from where Stephen was hiding.
A German voice rang out, speaking something in a very heavy German accent. Stephen couldn’t make it out, it was a mix of English and German.
Stephen opened one eye, seeing that the men had stopped and were looking at the dead bodies that where all of Stephen’s friends that had died in the last bomb. His heart was in his mouth, he tried to slow his breathing down, he took a gulp of air and then held his breath,
The men were whispering together, the German who had spoken first then shouted at the men, who got back into line and the marching started again, faster now. After a few minutes the marching had died away, Stephen let out a sign of relief and raised himself up on his elbows, watching the Germans go off towards the battlefields.
Stephen got to his feet, brushing himself down as much he could then looked towards the road, he was thinking fast, if he just went into a German village like he was now, he would be captured. He shrugged; it would be better then staying here and dieing.
He looked down at Robert’s face, he then looked up to the road, he made his way towards, the sun was dieing now, it was nearly evening. He looked back one last time then turned his face to the East and made for the village.
I'm happy to see you have changed boards, from Obeying Orders to Issuing Orders
Make sure you check out the shop area (when you earn command points) to purchase new units or weapons!
Again, welcome.
~Danny[/i]
Edited Out! Needed For Account Approval!
Name: Stephen Colly
Age: 18
Nationality? “_______British_____”
Character History:
Well, Stephen’s history is like this:
He grew up in Suffolk, being raised on a farm in the village of Kenbridge; he lived on the farm with his father who had fought in the First World War, his name was Mark, and his mother who had been a nurse and whose name was Mary. They had told him stories of the war, saying it was the Greatest War and nothing ever would happen again like that. How wrong they were!
Living on the farm was fun, Stephen had a nanny who would take him for walks when he was younger, and told him all about the first world war, saying the same sort of things as Stephen’s parents.
Stephen had loved horses, he had loved to ride around the farm on his pony Snap Jack who he pretended to play fights with around the farm with a stick as a gun. This was when he was 12 or 13, but when war broke out, Stephen was eager to join up, he wanted to show to his dad that he could fight, but he was 17 and was too young to join up, so had to be happy with doing the farm chores.
Sadly, Stephen’s mother became ill and sadly pass away two days before Stephen’s birthday, he was extremely sad and didn’t want anything to do with his father, he now just wanted to go and join up and get away from his father who was in mourning for he had loved his wife very much.
On Stephen’s 18th birthday, he went straight to the join up station and joined up, then he went into training three days after joining up, then being shipped off to France, what will happen to him then?
Military Rank: “___Private_____”
Writing Sample:
“Scenario”
You’re behind enemy lines, due to your convoy taking an alternate route!
Tired, thirsty and un-alert, a local enemy patrol nears your location - the heavy footsteps and idle whistling of the enemy guards grows louder as they approach!
What does your character do!?
How does your character react!?
Write as much as possible, within third person, G’luck!
The air was cold and mist hung over the enemy lines, it was all quite apart from the distant noise of the machine guns that could be heard a mile off.
A figure moved in the silence, he was covered in mud from head to foot; the Union Flag was stamped on the front of his mud covered uniform. He rose to his feet, brushing some of the mud from his face, the eyes stared around the land, shell holes and bombs littered the area.
The man stumbled, nearly fell over. He had stumbled over…a body…bending down to see what it was, he gasped out loud, the echo, echoed around the silent countryside or what was left of it. It was the body of his mate, Robert Dido. Stephen, for that was the name of the man, fell to his knees, he covered his face with his hands, tears falling on to the mud covered ground.
Suddenly, the silence was broken, loud footsteps of soldiers were heard, coming from the road. Stephen looked up, seeing in the distance, a line of marching German soldiers. Panic took in, Stephen flattened himself to the ground, his arms over his head, praying that they wouldn’t see him.
The footsteps were now on the road, nearer now; he could hear the men chatting in hushed voices. The marching stopped just a couple of yards away from where Stephen was hiding.
A German voice rang out, speaking something in a very heavy German accent. Stephen couldn’t make it out, it was a mix of English and German.
Stephen opened one eye, seeing that the men had stopped and were looking at the dead bodies that where all of Stephen’s friends that had died in the last bomb. His heart was in his mouth, he tried to slow his breathing down, he took a gulp of air and then held his breath,
The men were whispering together, the German who had spoken first then shouted at the men, who got back into line and the marching started again, faster now. After a few minutes the marching had died away, Stephen let out a sign of relief and raised himself up on his elbows, watching the Germans go off towards the battlefields.
Stephen got to his feet, brushing himself down as much he could then looked towards the road, he was thinking fast, if he just went into a German village like he was now, he would be captured. He shrugged; it would be better then staying here and dieing.
He looked down at Robert’s face, he then looked up to the road, he made his way towards, the sun was dieing now, it was nearly evening. He looked back one last time then turned his face to the East and made for the village.