Post by Guest on Dec 16, 2010 5:44:00 GMT
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Name: James Ryan Hayes
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Born on September 18th, 1923, in the city of Los Angeles, California. The second child of Raymond Hayes, and Loretta Hayes, his parents, and the second eldest child of three within the family. A healthy child from the start, unlike his older brother Clarence, who was a frail and sickly child, and later like his younger brother, Richard, who developed a heart condition at an early age.
As such that his health was superb, he naturally took an interest to all sorts of outdoor and physical activities, ranging from walking around the house and causing trouble as a toddler, to climbing trees and falling out of them as a child. Roughly six years after his birth, give a month, Black Tuesday or the Wall Street Crash, or Stock Market Collapse occured, marking the beginning of a new era, the Great Depression.
Despite the resounding troubles that emerged after the Stock Market Collapse, the Hayes family remained somewhat finacially stable, with James' father working as a cop, police officer, member, of the Los Angeles Police Department, and his mother working as a nurse in one of the local hospitals. Despite both parental figures having a job, they were far from extravagent earners, and rarely had anytime to spend with their children at the end of the day, whenever that was, depending on what time of the day they would be working.
As such the lack of a centralized family, the children began to supplement what they missed, in their own ways of course. Clarence turned towards reading, and became recluse towards the others, meanwhile Richard took an interest, a mere child at the time, playing with toys. However James had no intention to stick around, he instead took to the outdoors like a bee to honey.
Time went by, and things did little to change, there was an ever present growing rift seperating the family, whether it be physical causes, or emotional ones, time spent with the family was a rare thing in the Hayes household. Growing older, James's taste's began to change, first it was being outside, then it was climbing trees, going to the local park, hanging out with his friends, then becoming a 'hooligan' as his father described. Starting roughly in his teen years, he started off by not taking an interest in his education, then by his fourteenth birthday he was out running the streets with other kids.
Not as bad at first, things only seemed to get worse, jumping ahead several years, by seventeen James was up to no good, causing trouble where ever he could, where ever he saw fit to be exact, running with a local 'street gang', as the police called it, but never convicted of anything serious, until later that is. A short year later, James was arrested during a botched mugging, charged, convicted, and given a choice for his sentencing, four years in the State Prison, or four years in the US Army. This was shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the United States was at war. Deciding to take a chance, he took the four years within the Army, and as such was instantly sent about his way.
Undergoing his enlistment, he was deemed healthy and fit for service, and was sent along his way to Boot Camp, for further training. Despite the short time so far within the military, or Army rather, James liked what he found, the structured enviroment, friendly recruits, it seemed to make up for what he lacked in his life, more so in his younger years, not to mention this was actually something he was good at. Suceeding at training, becoming a member of the US Army, and being deployed overseas to the war.
Military Rank:
Private First Class to Corporal
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge... (What does he do? What is running through his mind?) Must be at least 15 lines of text.
Bullets ripped through the air, like a swarm of angry bees after someone disturbed their hive, looking for a source of fresh meat to rip through. Huddled behind a medium sized dirt mound, rifle pressed closely to his chest at a slanted angle, and gazing outward, eyes a full of a mix of fear and pain. This was in fact the first time he had ever been fired at, his first combat situation, and so far it was going to hell in a hand basket real fast. To his right were the remains of his squad, huddled in a ravine, a small one keep in mind, roughly offering three feet of cover. Soldiers were trying their best to prevent themselves from being a target, becoming a German soldier's next kill tally. They had all but given up trying to return fire at the enemy, they were pinned down.
It was getting worse, the sun was high and casting down brightly on the area, the dead bodies of the majority of his squad were now cooking in the sun, allowing a horrendous stench to fill the area. It was so bad that James just wanted to toss his rifle down and see how far he could run before he got a bullet in his back, but something in him was pissed off, pissed off that they were ambushed, pissed off that some of his friends, his brothers, were now laying in the sand, and he wasn't about to gve up so quickly. But there wasn't anything they could do, half the squad was killed or wounded during the opening minutes of this engagement, ambush rather, Sergeant Thompson took two to the chest, he died instantly, and then Corporal Dallas, the radio operator, was seperated from the rest of the squad, kneeling behind the burning wreckage of a Jeep.
James needed to know if Dallas was still alive, they needed that fucking radio, or it would be hours or days before someone decided to come looking for them, a missing unit on recon, maybe not all that important to the big wig officers here. Pushing himself up slightly, lifting his knees off the ground, it was do or die here. Taking the risk, James turned his head slightly, sticking out as small amount of his head as he could, trying to peer around the dirt mound to see if Dallas was still alive. Instantly a round impacted the dirt maybe a mere couple of inches away from his face, forcing him to quickly return behind cover, not getting a proper glance at the Radio Operator.
"[/b]Fuck[/b]"
He swore under his breath, letting his grip tighten around his M1, knuckles whitening as he gripped the rifle, that was way too fucking close for comfort, and he didn't even see Dallas. Though maybe someone else could get a better sight on the Corporal. It was worth a shot.
"Jenson?"
"Yeah"
"Can you see Dallas?"
"You tell me, I've got my head in the sand and my ass in the air here"
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
Name: James Ryan Hayes
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Born on September 18th, 1923, in the city of Los Angeles, California. The second child of Raymond Hayes, and Loretta Hayes, his parents, and the second eldest child of three within the family. A healthy child from the start, unlike his older brother Clarence, who was a frail and sickly child, and later like his younger brother, Richard, who developed a heart condition at an early age.
As such that his health was superb, he naturally took an interest to all sorts of outdoor and physical activities, ranging from walking around the house and causing trouble as a toddler, to climbing trees and falling out of them as a child. Roughly six years after his birth, give a month, Black Tuesday or the Wall Street Crash, or Stock Market Collapse occured, marking the beginning of a new era, the Great Depression.
Despite the resounding troubles that emerged after the Stock Market Collapse, the Hayes family remained somewhat finacially stable, with James' father working as a cop, police officer, member, of the Los Angeles Police Department, and his mother working as a nurse in one of the local hospitals. Despite both parental figures having a job, they were far from extravagent earners, and rarely had anytime to spend with their children at the end of the day, whenever that was, depending on what time of the day they would be working.
As such the lack of a centralized family, the children began to supplement what they missed, in their own ways of course. Clarence turned towards reading, and became recluse towards the others, meanwhile Richard took an interest, a mere child at the time, playing with toys. However James had no intention to stick around, he instead took to the outdoors like a bee to honey.
Time went by, and things did little to change, there was an ever present growing rift seperating the family, whether it be physical causes, or emotional ones, time spent with the family was a rare thing in the Hayes household. Growing older, James's taste's began to change, first it was being outside, then it was climbing trees, going to the local park, hanging out with his friends, then becoming a 'hooligan' as his father described. Starting roughly in his teen years, he started off by not taking an interest in his education, then by his fourteenth birthday he was out running the streets with other kids.
Not as bad at first, things only seemed to get worse, jumping ahead several years, by seventeen James was up to no good, causing trouble where ever he could, where ever he saw fit to be exact, running with a local 'street gang', as the police called it, but never convicted of anything serious, until later that is. A short year later, James was arrested during a botched mugging, charged, convicted, and given a choice for his sentencing, four years in the State Prison, or four years in the US Army. This was shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the United States was at war. Deciding to take a chance, he took the four years within the Army, and as such was instantly sent about his way.
Undergoing his enlistment, he was deemed healthy and fit for service, and was sent along his way to Boot Camp, for further training. Despite the short time so far within the military, or Army rather, James liked what he found, the structured enviroment, friendly recruits, it seemed to make up for what he lacked in his life, more so in his younger years, not to mention this was actually something he was good at. Suceeding at training, becoming a member of the US Army, and being deployed overseas to the war.
Military Rank:
Private First Class to Corporal
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge... (What does he do? What is running through his mind?) Must be at least 15 lines of text.
Bullets ripped through the air, like a swarm of angry bees after someone disturbed their hive, looking for a source of fresh meat to rip through. Huddled behind a medium sized dirt mound, rifle pressed closely to his chest at a slanted angle, and gazing outward, eyes a full of a mix of fear and pain. This was in fact the first time he had ever been fired at, his first combat situation, and so far it was going to hell in a hand basket real fast. To his right were the remains of his squad, huddled in a ravine, a small one keep in mind, roughly offering three feet of cover. Soldiers were trying their best to prevent themselves from being a target, becoming a German soldier's next kill tally. They had all but given up trying to return fire at the enemy, they were pinned down.
It was getting worse, the sun was high and casting down brightly on the area, the dead bodies of the majority of his squad were now cooking in the sun, allowing a horrendous stench to fill the area. It was so bad that James just wanted to toss his rifle down and see how far he could run before he got a bullet in his back, but something in him was pissed off, pissed off that they were ambushed, pissed off that some of his friends, his brothers, were now laying in the sand, and he wasn't about to gve up so quickly. But there wasn't anything they could do, half the squad was killed or wounded during the opening minutes of this engagement, ambush rather, Sergeant Thompson took two to the chest, he died instantly, and then Corporal Dallas, the radio operator, was seperated from the rest of the squad, kneeling behind the burning wreckage of a Jeep.
James needed to know if Dallas was still alive, they needed that fucking radio, or it would be hours or days before someone decided to come looking for them, a missing unit on recon, maybe not all that important to the big wig officers here. Pushing himself up slightly, lifting his knees off the ground, it was do or die here. Taking the risk, James turned his head slightly, sticking out as small amount of his head as he could, trying to peer around the dirt mound to see if Dallas was still alive. Instantly a round impacted the dirt maybe a mere couple of inches away from his face, forcing him to quickly return behind cover, not getting a proper glance at the Radio Operator.
"[/b]Fuck[/b]"
He swore under his breath, letting his grip tighten around his M1, knuckles whitening as he gripped the rifle, that was way too fucking close for comfort, and he didn't even see Dallas. Though maybe someone else could get a better sight on the Corporal. It was worth a shot.
"Jenson?"
"Yeah"
"Can you see Dallas?"
"You tell me, I've got my head in the sand and my ass in the air here"
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
