Post by Guest RJ on Sept 27, 2010 1:56:43 GMT
Account E-Mail: rjmoulton2003@hotmail.com
Name: Bruno Basilone.
Nationality: Italian.
Character History:
Bruno Basilone was a simple boy, nothing more then a child. caught up in a mess and belonging to one of the biggest criminal regimes the world had ever seen. Mussolini was in power, though - Bruno's family was prominently Italian and had no Jewish roots, it was hard for them to live in the neighborhood they had lived in, a small corner-shop is where they had belonged. above a shoe-store owned by Bruno's father, Mario. Simple as it was, the building was historic in Italy's capital, Rome; But life wasn't always like this, Bruno would always be outside.. but the war is slowing, The troops are coming home.. Soon once again, Bruno will be re-united with his brother from North Africa.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Its night time, and while walking home, you witness as brutal guerilla attack on the occupation forces main HQ in your town. As the occupation troops burst out to try and hunt down the attackers, you are caught up in the mess, and must flee. What does your character think, and how do they react?
Bruno, the age of seventeen knows he has to act quick. his eyes dart around his surroundings, his mouth has gone dry; stranded in the middle of this mess, Bruno doesn't want to run and be shot, but he doesn't want to stay still and be tortured. So he does the first thing in mind, He runs towards the occupation forces, hands held high, yelling.
" Io sono un amico, non sparare! ((I am a friend, don't shoot!)) "
At first, the Occupation forces would raise their arms, but when they see the child, Bruno shuts his eyes - hoping they won't fire, The dead silence was erupted by gun-fire, Bruno hits the ground and crawls violently away from the fighting, towards his home. Finally he makes it; running for an alleyway, He ducks into it and falls to the ground - puking up blood and his dinner from this night. He felt sick, but he was safe.. There was no happier feeling then that. Arising to his feet, Bruno walked home with a thin-line of puke on his collar. The lights were still on and Bruno's father was sitting there, thinking away as he worked on shoes. Bruno entered and spoke.
" Ciao Papà ((hello papa)) "
" Bruno .. Avete idea di cosa ora è? ((Bruno ..Have you any idea what time it is?)) "
"" Mi dispiace papà ((I'm sorry papa)) "