Post by Errol Harding on Jun 11, 2008 0:57:02 GMT
Accepted; But with Conditions...[/b]
The Major Rank is too high, I'm happy to grant you a "Second Lieutenant" Rank or a Senior Sergeant Rank.
Once you've picked, please motify a staff member via' the ChatBox or PM.
Thank You,
~Danny[/color][/i]
Account E-Mail: tremsfg@gmail.com
Name: Errol Harding
Nationality: English
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: UK
Character History: Errol Harding was born during the Great War in 1917 to a cordwainer or shoemaker. He lived a somewhat furnished life, since his father made shoes for many wealthy persons. He grew up in the normal British home of the 1920s. He attended public school, for a cost, and learned the basics of reading and writing. He lived a rather uneventful life until the time when Adolf Hitler took office as Chancellor of Germany in 1933.
At the time, Errol was only 16 years old. He had grown an interest in the political climate of the time and did everything he could to make himself useful to the British government. He asked his father if he could find a German teacher. His father, being a fair-minded Englishman, agreed to find a teacher for Errol. For the next two years, Errol learned the German language and began working for a book shop. By the time he had learned the language, Errol had enough money to travel to Germany. In 1935 he visited Berlin, Hamburg, Munich, Frankfurt, and Heidelberg. As an Englishman, he was unwanted by the German people when he visited; he got the message.
When he got back, Errol found his father had taken ill. Since Errol knew nothing of making shoes, he decided he would join the British army and serve his country as a German translator and officer. He was trained as an officer and immediately shipped off to India to serve in the British occupying force. After serving an uneventful time in India, he was shipped to South Africa near the German Southwest Africa colony. He was also needed to learn Afrikaans, the African Dutch language most often spoken in South Africa. After serving three years in Africa, Errol heard the news of the German invasion of Poland. Two days later, the United Kingdom declared war on Germany.
Errol was brought back to England to station the radios that were monitoring German radio signals. He was finally put into a combat unit when he was sent back to South Africa to invade the German colonies in the area. He continued his service in Africa until 1943.
Military Rank: Major
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?)
Errol lay on the ground, not moving a single muscle. He was behind enemy lines. He had only ten rounds left for his Enfield rifle. A deep feeling of eerie eyes watching him gripped Errol as he slowly crawled on the rough ground. He couldn’t shake the feeling, but he knew he could not stop and investigate. He began moving faster, praying he would not be seen by a German machine-gunner or sniper. His heart was pounding, Errol was almost sure that the bloodthirsty Krauts would here his heart better than they heard his breath, a scary thought indeed.
Errol continued his slow movement across the ground until the moment he most dreaded came to be: a German squad sat before him, blocking his way. Four of them had K98s and one had a MP38. Errol knew he would be killed if he played this situation incorrectly. He slowly pulled a grenade from his belt and brought it next to him. With one hand he held the grenade tightly; with the other, he put his finger in the pin and pulled sharply without making a sound. He held the live grenade, let the handle go and cooked the grenade, ‘One, two, three,’ he thought to himself before tossing the grenade towards the Germans.
The grenade went off and killed the three Germans with the K98s and the one German with a MP38 was wounded and holding his sub-machine gun. Errol slowly brought his rifle up to his shoulder and looked down the steady sights that he set squarely on the German sub-machine gunner. He slowly took a breath and squeezed the trigger; he let the breath go and pulled the trigger as far back as it could go. The round fired and the German fell to his back, dead. Errol continued to crawl until he found a trench; the trench had American soldiers stationed in it. Errol had survived in the enemy territory and successfully removed four Germans from the enemy forces. It was a good day.
The Major Rank is too high, I'm happy to grant you a "Second Lieutenant" Rank or a Senior Sergeant Rank.
Once you've picked, please motify a staff member via' the ChatBox or PM.
Thank You,
~Danny[/color][/i]
Account E-Mail: tremsfg@gmail.com
Name: Errol Harding
Nationality: English
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: UK
Character History: Errol Harding was born during the Great War in 1917 to a cordwainer or shoemaker. He lived a somewhat furnished life, since his father made shoes for many wealthy persons. He grew up in the normal British home of the 1920s. He attended public school, for a cost, and learned the basics of reading and writing. He lived a rather uneventful life until the time when Adolf Hitler took office as Chancellor of Germany in 1933.
At the time, Errol was only 16 years old. He had grown an interest in the political climate of the time and did everything he could to make himself useful to the British government. He asked his father if he could find a German teacher. His father, being a fair-minded Englishman, agreed to find a teacher for Errol. For the next two years, Errol learned the German language and began working for a book shop. By the time he had learned the language, Errol had enough money to travel to Germany. In 1935 he visited Berlin, Hamburg, Munich, Frankfurt, and Heidelberg. As an Englishman, he was unwanted by the German people when he visited; he got the message.
When he got back, Errol found his father had taken ill. Since Errol knew nothing of making shoes, he decided he would join the British army and serve his country as a German translator and officer. He was trained as an officer and immediately shipped off to India to serve in the British occupying force. After serving an uneventful time in India, he was shipped to South Africa near the German Southwest Africa colony. He was also needed to learn Afrikaans, the African Dutch language most often spoken in South Africa. After serving three years in Africa, Errol heard the news of the German invasion of Poland. Two days later, the United Kingdom declared war on Germany.
Errol was brought back to England to station the radios that were monitoring German radio signals. He was finally put into a combat unit when he was sent back to South Africa to invade the German colonies in the area. He continued his service in Africa until 1943.
Military Rank: Major
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?)
Errol lay on the ground, not moving a single muscle. He was behind enemy lines. He had only ten rounds left for his Enfield rifle. A deep feeling of eerie eyes watching him gripped Errol as he slowly crawled on the rough ground. He couldn’t shake the feeling, but he knew he could not stop and investigate. He began moving faster, praying he would not be seen by a German machine-gunner or sniper. His heart was pounding, Errol was almost sure that the bloodthirsty Krauts would here his heart better than they heard his breath, a scary thought indeed.
Errol continued his slow movement across the ground until the moment he most dreaded came to be: a German squad sat before him, blocking his way. Four of them had K98s and one had a MP38. Errol knew he would be killed if he played this situation incorrectly. He slowly pulled a grenade from his belt and brought it next to him. With one hand he held the grenade tightly; with the other, he put his finger in the pin and pulled sharply without making a sound. He held the live grenade, let the handle go and cooked the grenade, ‘One, two, three,’ he thought to himself before tossing the grenade towards the Germans.
The grenade went off and killed the three Germans with the K98s and the one German with a MP38 was wounded and holding his sub-machine gun. Errol slowly brought his rifle up to his shoulder and looked down the steady sights that he set squarely on the German sub-machine gunner. He slowly took a breath and squeezed the trigger; he let the breath go and pulled the trigger as far back as it could go. The round fired and the German fell to his back, dead. Errol continued to crawl until he found a trench; the trench had American soldiers stationed in it. Errol had survived in the enemy territory and successfully removed four Germans from the enemy forces. It was a good day.