Post by John Walters James on Aug 20, 2010 21:35:16 GMT
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Name: John Walters
Nationality:
- Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
John James Walters was born in Toronto, Ontario. Son to James and Mary Walters, born on September 26th 1917 in East General Hospital. Growing up in a decently wealthy neighborhood, it wasn't hard for John's parents to put money on the dining room table. John's father James worked as a full time car mechanic while his mother worked full time in the local flower shop. Even though the pay wasn't the greatest sometimes, the two jobs did come with their benefits.
With two years gone by, John's brother Derrick was born. With the now inevitable family of four, now money was starting to become a problem. With no other solution but one, John's father had no other choice but to enlist with the Royal Regiment of Canada. This forced John's mother to quit her job and to stay home and take care of the kids. By the year of 1920, John's father James finally came home from the First World War. Not only was his father a staff sergeant, he was a hero to all soldiers. For James' actions in combat, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross and relieved from active duty.
With a father being a true hero, John and Derrick looked up to their father as a role model and decided together to follow in his footsteps. When 1939 came around, John turned 22 while his brother was 20. When war was announced, John and Derrick quickly jumped to their local enlisting station and enlisted with the Commonwealth forces. Unfortunately, the two were split just after basic training, when they went into their specific combat roles. From that day forward, John continued to pursue his dream and tried his best to impress his officers. So that he would get promotions, medals and other honors from his superiors. Doing this all for one person, his dad.
Military Rank:
- Staff Sergeant or anything higher is fine.
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?)
CRUNCH
The sound of pressure quickly burst into the area. The rather small twig below John’s feet cracked into two, after being trampled by his left foot. John stopped and quickly looked around, he realized that he was by himself. Looking down swiftly, he took his right hand and checked his pockets. He then look to his Sten, pulled the 32 round magazine out of the chamber and checked to see if there were any rounds. Well with his luck he wasn’t just by himself, he was also out of ammo. One thing did please him that was his fragmentation grenade hanging on his right shoulder. Even though he had all these troubles, he had to keep moving.
A burst of quick cool wind, came into effect pushing away the gold crusting leaves into the distance. Small rock particles along with some dust from the nearby gravel path, was carried into John’s eyes. He suddenly dropped down placing his hand into his eyes, carefully rubbing the blockage away from his dark brown eyes. He removed his hand and started to blink slowly getting rid of all the dirt. After the blockage was clear, John continued to move down the gravel path which was leading him to a large mansion. As he started to get closer, he started to hear mumbling awfully close to him. With sudden reflexes, John ducked down into the prone position. He reached out to his combat knife, along with his clicker in his other hand.
The only problem John had was that he had no clue where the sound was coming from. He looked to his left, and then his right. Nothing had come to the human eye until a shadow started coming into view. Just close to the mansion, were two large shadows which had slowly started to move. John quickly rolled over to his left, rolling just behind a large oak tree. He grabbed onto the old bark his left hand, the rippled feel to the bark showed the strength to the tree along with its age. As John slowly leaned around the tree, he firmly gripped on to his knife. He wasn’t sure who the two soldiers might be, but he had to be prepared for whoever it might be.
As the two figures started to get closer, John felt it was time to use his clicker. He leaned back behind the tree and brought up his plastic clicker. He took a rather large breath before clicking the device once. The two figures then stopped, looked at each other and took a step forward. Within seconds, some rumbling noise followed and then silence. At this point, John was starting to get worried, he was afraid that he was compromised, and that it wasn’t an allied soldier. After the rumbling noise, two clicks were presented bringing a heap of relief to John. After hearing the sounds, John slowly walked around the tree, walking towards the two soldiers.
“Bloody hell, it’s good to see you two.”
“Shit its Walter, man we have been looking everywhere for you.”
“Well let’s not worry about that, let’s get back to high command…”
After a small meet and greet, the three traveled back to the mansion where John’s unit had assembled.
Name: John Walters
Nationality:
- Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
John James Walters was born in Toronto, Ontario. Son to James and Mary Walters, born on September 26th 1917 in East General Hospital. Growing up in a decently wealthy neighborhood, it wasn't hard for John's parents to put money on the dining room table. John's father James worked as a full time car mechanic while his mother worked full time in the local flower shop. Even though the pay wasn't the greatest sometimes, the two jobs did come with their benefits.
With two years gone by, John's brother Derrick was born. With the now inevitable family of four, now money was starting to become a problem. With no other solution but one, John's father had no other choice but to enlist with the Royal Regiment of Canada. This forced John's mother to quit her job and to stay home and take care of the kids. By the year of 1920, John's father James finally came home from the First World War. Not only was his father a staff sergeant, he was a hero to all soldiers. For James' actions in combat, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross and relieved from active duty.
With a father being a true hero, John and Derrick looked up to their father as a role model and decided together to follow in his footsteps. When 1939 came around, John turned 22 while his brother was 20. When war was announced, John and Derrick quickly jumped to their local enlisting station and enlisted with the Commonwealth forces. Unfortunately, the two were split just after basic training, when they went into their specific combat roles. From that day forward, John continued to pursue his dream and tried his best to impress his officers. So that he would get promotions, medals and other honors from his superiors. Doing this all for one person, his dad.
Military Rank:
- Staff Sergeant or anything higher is fine.
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?)
CRUNCH
The sound of pressure quickly burst into the area. The rather small twig below John’s feet cracked into two, after being trampled by his left foot. John stopped and quickly looked around, he realized that he was by himself. Looking down swiftly, he took his right hand and checked his pockets. He then look to his Sten, pulled the 32 round magazine out of the chamber and checked to see if there were any rounds. Well with his luck he wasn’t just by himself, he was also out of ammo. One thing did please him that was his fragmentation grenade hanging on his right shoulder. Even though he had all these troubles, he had to keep moving.
A burst of quick cool wind, came into effect pushing away the gold crusting leaves into the distance. Small rock particles along with some dust from the nearby gravel path, was carried into John’s eyes. He suddenly dropped down placing his hand into his eyes, carefully rubbing the blockage away from his dark brown eyes. He removed his hand and started to blink slowly getting rid of all the dirt. After the blockage was clear, John continued to move down the gravel path which was leading him to a large mansion. As he started to get closer, he started to hear mumbling awfully close to him. With sudden reflexes, John ducked down into the prone position. He reached out to his combat knife, along with his clicker in his other hand.
The only problem John had was that he had no clue where the sound was coming from. He looked to his left, and then his right. Nothing had come to the human eye until a shadow started coming into view. Just close to the mansion, were two large shadows which had slowly started to move. John quickly rolled over to his left, rolling just behind a large oak tree. He grabbed onto the old bark his left hand, the rippled feel to the bark showed the strength to the tree along with its age. As John slowly leaned around the tree, he firmly gripped on to his knife. He wasn’t sure who the two soldiers might be, but he had to be prepared for whoever it might be.
As the two figures started to get closer, John felt it was time to use his clicker. He leaned back behind the tree and brought up his plastic clicker. He took a rather large breath before clicking the device once. The two figures then stopped, looked at each other and took a step forward. Within seconds, some rumbling noise followed and then silence. At this point, John was starting to get worried, he was afraid that he was compromised, and that it wasn’t an allied soldier. After the rumbling noise, two clicks were presented bringing a heap of relief to John. After hearing the sounds, John slowly walked around the tree, walking towards the two soldiers.
“Bloody hell, it’s good to see you two.”
“Shit its Walter, man we have been looking everywhere for you.”
“Well let’s not worry about that, let’s get back to high command…”
After a small meet and greet, the three traveled back to the mansion where John’s unit had assembled.
