Post by Christopher J. D'Dario on Jan 30, 2008 9:15:38 GMT
Hey Seejay,
Nice application - i can't help but feel like, someone's been intrigued by Leon's sign up, Piloting.
None the less, welcome to the board - again, i'll have to issue you a side-arm and you're excempt' from buying any rifles or machine-guns. Grenades, side arms and anything else you may buy openly.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: James Smith
Nationality:
Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: United States Air Force
Character History:
James grew up a troubled child, always disobeying his mother and living the life of a hoon. He was part of a small gang, "Four Aces" Is what they use to call themselves. He would often spend most of his nights on the street with his gang members, the four of them would wander about the dark streets and cause trouble, breaking windows and stealing.
When his father joined the army James lost all form of control, his mother could do nothing to stop him living the way he wanted to. While the police chased him many times he was never actually caught, and so never gained a criminal record, the same could not be said for his friends. But they where loyal to each other’s, and kept their mouths shut about James. As punishment they where conscripted into the army. James tried to enlist with them but was denied due to his age. With no one else to hang out and cause trouble with James slowly started acting decent.
When he became of age he joined the air force, he had often watched the fighter planes flying overhead during rallying parades and felt like he could perform the complex and highly dangerous mauver the pilots did for the entertainment of the crowd. He quickly found it more difficult then he had expected, but that drove him to try harder, he had always strived to be the best, in fights at school, in track and field, in anything he took an interest in. This would be no different.
Military Rank:
First Lieutenant USAF Pilot
Writing Sample:
A blurry cockpit slowly came into view. Sparks crackled out from the instruments of the downed P-51 D Mustang. Bloody hands reached up to grasp onto the handles of the cockpit and slide the hatch back. From the ruined aircraft climbed Australian Pilot James Smith, he pulled himself out of the cockpit and slid down onto the wing, leaning against the fuselage, he wiped his face in a vain attempt to remove the blood from his eyes. It didn't work well, a crackling came from the cockpit radio, but James couldn't understand the words, his head spun as he tried to remember what had happened.
He had been flying an escort mission over Germany; he had been tasked with escorting a bomber back to base from an earlier bombing run. Ainti-Aircraft Guns had shot down its original escort fighter. It looked like he wasn’t doing any better. A vision flashed though his mind. A dark shadow in the sun, he had only seen it when he was going down, but he was sure it had of been there, he looked down the plane to the tail. All along the side where bullet holes, ripping a line of destruction from the tail right up to the cockpit, he had been lucky.
The radio crackled again, but James still couldn't make out the words, he tried to get to his feet and slumped against the cockpit, reaching in for the radio. "Th-This is USAF Pilot James Smith, I've been.... I've been shot down somewhere over Germany... Escorting mission." He couldn’t think straight, the radio slipped from his hand as a response came back, he couldn’t understand it, his head hurt and he could barely see a thing over the blood from his forehead. He was in no shape to walk, he could barely stand. All he could do was wait, and hope the Allies found him first.
Nice application - i can't help but feel like, someone's been intrigued by Leon's sign up, Piloting.
None the less, welcome to the board - again, i'll have to issue you a side-arm and you're excempt' from buying any rifles or machine-guns. Grenades, side arms and anything else you may buy openly.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: James Smith
Nationality:
Australian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: United States Air Force
Character History:
James grew up a troubled child, always disobeying his mother and living the life of a hoon. He was part of a small gang, "Four Aces" Is what they use to call themselves. He would often spend most of his nights on the street with his gang members, the four of them would wander about the dark streets and cause trouble, breaking windows and stealing.
When his father joined the army James lost all form of control, his mother could do nothing to stop him living the way he wanted to. While the police chased him many times he was never actually caught, and so never gained a criminal record, the same could not be said for his friends. But they where loyal to each other’s, and kept their mouths shut about James. As punishment they where conscripted into the army. James tried to enlist with them but was denied due to his age. With no one else to hang out and cause trouble with James slowly started acting decent.
When he became of age he joined the air force, he had often watched the fighter planes flying overhead during rallying parades and felt like he could perform the complex and highly dangerous mauver the pilots did for the entertainment of the crowd. He quickly found it more difficult then he had expected, but that drove him to try harder, he had always strived to be the best, in fights at school, in track and field, in anything he took an interest in. This would be no different.
Military Rank:
First Lieutenant USAF Pilot
Writing Sample:
A blurry cockpit slowly came into view. Sparks crackled out from the instruments of the downed P-51 D Mustang. Bloody hands reached up to grasp onto the handles of the cockpit and slide the hatch back. From the ruined aircraft climbed Australian Pilot James Smith, he pulled himself out of the cockpit and slid down onto the wing, leaning against the fuselage, he wiped his face in a vain attempt to remove the blood from his eyes. It didn't work well, a crackling came from the cockpit radio, but James couldn't understand the words, his head spun as he tried to remember what had happened.
He had been flying an escort mission over Germany; he had been tasked with escorting a bomber back to base from an earlier bombing run. Ainti-Aircraft Guns had shot down its original escort fighter. It looked like he wasn’t doing any better. A vision flashed though his mind. A dark shadow in the sun, he had only seen it when he was going down, but he was sure it had of been there, he looked down the plane to the tail. All along the side where bullet holes, ripping a line of destruction from the tail right up to the cockpit, he had been lucky.
The radio crackled again, but James still couldn't make out the words, he tried to get to his feet and slumped against the cockpit, reaching in for the radio. "Th-This is USAF Pilot James Smith, I've been.... I've been shot down somewhere over Germany... Escorting mission." He couldn’t think straight, the radio slipped from his hand as a response came back, he couldn’t understand it, his head hurt and he could barely see a thing over the blood from his forehead. He was in no shape to walk, he could barely stand. All he could do was wait, and hope the Allies found him first.
