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Name:
James Stone
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: UK
Character History:
Entering the army at the age of eighteen, James was always a quiet one which only seemed to be contradicted by his humor on things. He had caused more greif for the officers responsible for his platoon's training than the more rowdy recruits, whom ofcoarse were soon broken down into the more obedient soldiers that the corp desired. But James was different, he was hard to crack: no matter the punishment and discipline inflicted on him, he wouldn't change his rebellious ways of sneaking out of the camp and down to the nearest town to have a good time or raiding the mess hall for more tastier produce for himself. But they never 'drummed him out' ofcoarse, they saw a talent in his habits, the way he could slip in and out of places with hardly being detected.... they needed that.
Ofcoarse, his love of bolt actions such as the Lee enfield was admired as he always worked hard to improve his precision with his chosen weaponary. The strangest thing was that he also liked taking things upclose whenever he could with a knife or pistol and had a keen sense of flanking maneuvers. Eventually, being granted more time to work on these skills made him more docile and less rebellious as he was focused on becoming the best soldier in the camp, he never got the title after being moved out for war in 1939 only to return fatigued with the last of soldiers who evacuated from Dunkirk on 4 of June.
Soon returning in action on the beaches of Normandy, D-day. The rest is pretty much history but he is currently in France.
Military Rank:
Corporal
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
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?)
It was getting cold as dusk creeped it's way across the sky, followed by a twilight feel. James was crouched in some shrubbery, pearing into the distance as bullets darted across the air which caused faint whistle. This followed gunfire, crack-crack-crack and damp 'booms' from grenades and mortar shells as the fighting continued in the distance. He needed to get back to his side of the line before he was spotted, but how could he? The Axis had a large trench between him and the Allied forces, he took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on his rifle. -Snap- He darted around, scanning the the rest of the shrubbery behind him, no one, but how could he be sure? The enemy wore such dark clothing which seemed to blend in the dim twilight and shadows that draped across his location.
Creeping along the shadows while keeping a good view of the German line, he made his way to a foxhole in the ground. Approaching it's edge, he was jumped by a German scout who had been waiting for him to return. The two wrestled and rolled across the muddy ground down into the foxhole. The German managed to get hold of James's head push into the soft mud, he felt his lungs starv of oxygen and tried to push up, no use. He managed to reach for a rock just beside him and with a dire effort, he managed to swing his arm back to club the soldier in the side of his head. Climbing to his feet, face covered in the brown, soil-like dirt, he gazed down the limp body on the floor. Breathing, damn, the foe would surely give his position away once he regained consciousness. He had to think fast, peering out of the foxhole, he noticed a small river leading back up to allied lines but the Germans gun him down in the water if he was noticed.
After scanning the river a bit more, he divised a plan. He began to drag the body towards the riverbank at the end of the shrubbery, leaving the body to roll down into water. He floated there for a moment before grabbing the attention of German sentries who were watching over the river, the all huddled near the bank, shouting orders as they dragged their friend out of the water. Their faces were in shock as they looked at the row of grenades strapped across the body's chest, they had a piece of string weaving through their rings. -Click- the string was tugged all the rings were pulled out, starting the grenades' fuses. They all began yelling again as they dove for cover from the impending blast. On the bank where James originally was however, a small pile of gunpowder was situated by a german knife.
A little futher on from all the comotion, a head bobbed in and out of the water as it slide through the water Allied lines, it was James.
Name:
James Stone
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: UK
Character History:
Entering the army at the age of eighteen, James was always a quiet one which only seemed to be contradicted by his humor on things. He had caused more greif for the officers responsible for his platoon's training than the more rowdy recruits, whom ofcoarse were soon broken down into the more obedient soldiers that the corp desired. But James was different, he was hard to crack: no matter the punishment and discipline inflicted on him, he wouldn't change his rebellious ways of sneaking out of the camp and down to the nearest town to have a good time or raiding the mess hall for more tastier produce for himself. But they never 'drummed him out' ofcoarse, they saw a talent in his habits, the way he could slip in and out of places with hardly being detected.... they needed that.
Ofcoarse, his love of bolt actions such as the Lee enfield was admired as he always worked hard to improve his precision with his chosen weaponary. The strangest thing was that he also liked taking things upclose whenever he could with a knife or pistol and had a keen sense of flanking maneuvers. Eventually, being granted more time to work on these skills made him more docile and less rebellious as he was focused on becoming the best soldier in the camp, he never got the title after being moved out for war in 1939 only to return fatigued with the last of soldiers who evacuated from Dunkirk on 4 of June.
Soon returning in action on the beaches of Normandy, D-day. The rest is pretty much history but he is currently in France.
Military Rank:
Corporal
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
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?)
It was getting cold as dusk creeped it's way across the sky, followed by a twilight feel. James was crouched in some shrubbery, pearing into the distance as bullets darted across the air which caused faint whistle. This followed gunfire, crack-crack-crack and damp 'booms' from grenades and mortar shells as the fighting continued in the distance. He needed to get back to his side of the line before he was spotted, but how could he? The Axis had a large trench between him and the Allied forces, he took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on his rifle. -Snap- He darted around, scanning the the rest of the shrubbery behind him, no one, but how could he be sure? The enemy wore such dark clothing which seemed to blend in the dim twilight and shadows that draped across his location.
Creeping along the shadows while keeping a good view of the German line, he made his way to a foxhole in the ground. Approaching it's edge, he was jumped by a German scout who had been waiting for him to return. The two wrestled and rolled across the muddy ground down into the foxhole. The German managed to get hold of James's head push into the soft mud, he felt his lungs starv of oxygen and tried to push up, no use. He managed to reach for a rock just beside him and with a dire effort, he managed to swing his arm back to club the soldier in the side of his head. Climbing to his feet, face covered in the brown, soil-like dirt, he gazed down the limp body on the floor. Breathing, damn, the foe would surely give his position away once he regained consciousness. He had to think fast, peering out of the foxhole, he noticed a small river leading back up to allied lines but the Germans gun him down in the water if he was noticed.
After scanning the river a bit more, he divised a plan. He began to drag the body towards the riverbank at the end of the shrubbery, leaving the body to roll down into water. He floated there for a moment before grabbing the attention of German sentries who were watching over the river, the all huddled near the bank, shouting orders as they dragged their friend out of the water. Their faces were in shock as they looked at the row of grenades strapped across the body's chest, they had a piece of string weaving through their rings. -Click- the string was tugged all the rings were pulled out, starting the grenades' fuses. They all began yelling again as they dove for cover from the impending blast. On the bank where James originally was however, a small pile of gunpowder was situated by a german knife.
A little futher on from all the comotion, a head bobbed in and out of the water as it slide through the water Allied lines, it was James.
