Post by Lieteunant Ethan Day on Jun 6, 2008 18:38:24 GMT
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~Danny
Account E-Mail: Megzmefus@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Ethan Day
Nationality:
- British (Anglo-Welsh)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Ethan Day was born in 1903 in the slums of Chester to an extremely poor Anglo-Welsh family who survived on a pittance. With six younger siblings, Ethan was the sole wage earner of the family, his father mentally ill. From a very young age, he was forced to do manual labour in the nearby cole-mines on the Welsh border. It was practically unheard of for boys younger than twelve or so to work in the brutal surroundings of the mines, but the Day's were dependent on the oldest child and so began the gruelling work at the young age of nine.
When war broke out in 1914, the situation grew even worse and in 1915, Ethan's father died of a furious fever. He was evacuated to the safe haven of a local farm in North Wales alongside four of his six siblings and lived there for a further eight years.
When he returned to Chester, he discovered that his mother had been killed in a smattering of German bombs, but six months after he left her arms. Determined for revenge, Ethan left his comfortable home in Wales immediately and joined the Royal Welch Fuisiliers as an inexperienced private.
After nearly fourteen years of intense physical training and with a number of minor skirmishes under his belt, Ethan rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant in 1937 and then Lieteunant in the following year.
The second world war struck Europe in 1939 and Ethan was spiralled into a world of fear, pain and death. Still, he fought on valiantly and vowed to slay as many of the enemy as he could in the memory of his mother.
Military Rank:
- Lieteunant (Captain if possible!)
Writing Sample:
Ethan surveyed the bleak surroundings of the murky forest without moving a muscle. He lay perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe for fear of being discovered by the foe. His heart was thumping inside his ribcage powerfully, each beat sending a shudder through the Lieteunant's spine. He was scared. No. More than that. He was terrified.
A cloak of darkness stretched across the dense woodlands, a half-forgotten fire burning deep therein. Someone - or something - was waiting for him to make a move.
Ethan tightened his grip on his rifle, his numb fingers shaking as he did so. If he died tonight, how would he be remembered? As a hero or just an old fool who got what was coming to him? Ethan allowed himself a dry smile. He was actually planning out his own euology.
The Lieteunant swallowed fearfully and sent a powerful shot ringing through the trees. Without a second of hesitation, Ethan rose to his feet and charged along the murky path through the forboding forest, his heart in his mouth. He hoped to have put any hostile threats off his scent with the blind shot, but he couldn't be certain. The chances were, they were still out there. Watching. Waiting. Ready to attack...
Please register an Account!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Megzmefus@hotmail.co.uk
Name: Ethan Day
Nationality:
- British (Anglo-Welsh)
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Ethan Day was born in 1903 in the slums of Chester to an extremely poor Anglo-Welsh family who survived on a pittance. With six younger siblings, Ethan was the sole wage earner of the family, his father mentally ill. From a very young age, he was forced to do manual labour in the nearby cole-mines on the Welsh border. It was practically unheard of for boys younger than twelve or so to work in the brutal surroundings of the mines, but the Day's were dependent on the oldest child and so began the gruelling work at the young age of nine.
When war broke out in 1914, the situation grew even worse and in 1915, Ethan's father died of a furious fever. He was evacuated to the safe haven of a local farm in North Wales alongside four of his six siblings and lived there for a further eight years.
When he returned to Chester, he discovered that his mother had been killed in a smattering of German bombs, but six months after he left her arms. Determined for revenge, Ethan left his comfortable home in Wales immediately and joined the Royal Welch Fuisiliers as an inexperienced private.
After nearly fourteen years of intense physical training and with a number of minor skirmishes under his belt, Ethan rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant in 1937 and then Lieteunant in the following year.
The second world war struck Europe in 1939 and Ethan was spiralled into a world of fear, pain and death. Still, he fought on valiantly and vowed to slay as many of the enemy as he could in the memory of his mother.
Military Rank:
- Lieteunant (Captain if possible!)
Writing Sample:
Ethan surveyed the bleak surroundings of the murky forest without moving a muscle. He lay perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe for fear of being discovered by the foe. His heart was thumping inside his ribcage powerfully, each beat sending a shudder through the Lieteunant's spine. He was scared. No. More than that. He was terrified.
A cloak of darkness stretched across the dense woodlands, a half-forgotten fire burning deep therein. Someone - or something - was waiting for him to make a move.
Ethan tightened his grip on his rifle, his numb fingers shaking as he did so. If he died tonight, how would he be remembered? As a hero or just an old fool who got what was coming to him? Ethan allowed himself a dry smile. He was actually planning out his own euology.
The Lieteunant swallowed fearfully and sent a powerful shot ringing through the trees. Without a second of hesitation, Ethan rose to his feet and charged along the murky path through the forboding forest, his heart in his mouth. He hoped to have put any hostile threats off his scent with the blind shot, but he couldn't be certain. The chances were, they were still out there. Watching. Waiting. Ready to attack...