Post by Naga Warasaki on Dec 1, 2007 22:00:11 GMT
Accepted, Welcome to the Board!
I loved the application and congratz on being the first Japanese character on the board - in time, i'll add Japenese ranking lists, but the prime armies are British/American/Germany at the moment.
Again, welcome.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Naga Warasaki
Nationality:
- Japan
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Japan (He can be in the German army for now if that is not possible ^^)
Character History:
Tales of war drum inside his thoughts as he maneuvers the chess pieces before him. Never in his childhood days imagines that he too will become part of a war story.
A hero…
The young man scorns a laugh, but the disbelief he felt sends a prick of fear along his spine. His face now grim stares down the playing field and smiles empty. No longer can he revel in this childhood game: he has stepped the threshold of no return.
Sliding his chair back, the keen-eyed soldier stands tall, and without hesitation he strides out the door and turns along the hallway, down the stairs where he faces his worried-eye mother and aloof father sitting in the living room corner. He walks towards them already feeling his determination wane when he glimpses his mother’s tears but a decision is a decision. Fists clench to the side the clean-cut soldier gives a formal salute to his parents and bows. “Mother.” “Father.” But he receives no response from the latter.
As expected for the second son. He smirks brewing hatred on his father. I am not Takashi. Why can’t you realize that? I do this for you. For you.
No matter how much he shouts inside his head, he knows that his older brother Takashi will always be first—and he second. I cannot measure up to him. He is your perfect son. I understand. But he disappoints you by going against your wishes and joining the US military back when we were living in California.
At least I know my place. But you cannot see that. I am no one in your eyes.
Just as his fingers about to turn on the doorknob, his mother calls him back.
“My son,” she says between sobs, “Please forgive your father. He really cares for you. He’s just…just…too stubborn. That’s all. Your father wishes to give this before you go.”
Holding up the black horse out of her hand, she tucks it inside her son’s palm.
“Thank you mother. You’re always there for me; however, this gift is not from him. Only you know of my favorite piece.”
He kisses his mother goodbye and slips the chess piece inside his pocket, lost amidst the deep cavern of his tailored new suit, and leaves out the door cold and unaffected.
My name is Naga Warasaki. I am a soldier.
Military Rank:
- Hrm. Now I regret not paying attention in history class.
- The Kamikaze Pilot
- (German: Soldat)
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?)
Naga awoke with a start, his lungs gasping for air. As far as he could tell, their plane had been hit 10 kilometers away from the base, and chunks of metal dispersed everywhere across the surrounding area. He needed to move quick, for who knows when the Americans located their recently hunted prey.
“Hey, Daidoji. Wake up!” He nudged the body next to him. “Hey I said wake up!”
As he shook his friend’s shoulder, the lifeless body rolled over and bumped its head on the pilot’s window leaving behind traces of blood on the glass. Naga grimaced at the sight, but the young man did not allow deaths to trouble him, for they are too common in the midst of war.
Without losing his composure, Naga moved on to unfasten the strap across his chest, but as he did so he noticed a shifting shadow among the leaves. Deftly bending forward, despite the tight grip of the strap, the young soldier lodged himself in the small space before him and spun his head to the left to calculate the prospect of the enemy to circumference him in this short amount of time. His heart pounded rapidly despite his calm countenance, but he continued to remain silent in this crouch position.
Counting the seconds that passed by, he used this time to free himself from the binding and formulated a plan. Whatever the plan may be, Naga Warasaki cared not for his death, but he did not want to die for the stupidest reason. He estimated that during the ten minutes he stayed in the plane, the Americans could have attacked him knowing full well that the size of his plane can only retain two passengers plus supplies. He either had imagined the lurking shadows before or they are there, just waiting for him to make the first move.
Well I guess I’ll make the first move. He smirks. My advantage is I know this terrain more than they do.
He grabbed his rifle and katana, one on each hand, and slammed his foot on the jammed door. Jumping out of the plane, Naga carefully inspected the surrounding trees for any sign of movement before strapping his sword along his waist and walking casually to the dense forest.
An hour passed without any suspicion. He decided to take a rest and slouched his back on a tree to stare at the blank sky. So blue. So serene. So simple. He nearly fell asleep.
Crack
He opened his eyes but his body did not stir. So they are here. Why delay the attack? Impatience is itching him to draw out his sword yet Naga pretended to act as if nothing had happened. He will wait until he knew for certain the motive of this mysterious stranger or strangers.
He turned around carving a smiley-face on the tree behind him and grinned pretending to act on a childish whim when in reality this was the first set of his plan. The young soldier then feigned to be lost of his path and walked in a circular path till he reached the same carving. This time he noticed not only his set of footprints on the ground but also two others larger than his.
Now that he was certain, Naga took the barren path up to the cave now abandoned. The reason they are following me is to find out where their enemy hides. Clever. But now I wonder if they dared expose themselves in this empty land to follow me up to the cave.
He reached the cave but his pursues did not entail after him, however since the covering around the area was sparse Naga eventually spotted them. His fingers promptly grabbed the rifle and though he fumbled the shots he managed to hit the two men.
With no mercy, he strode over where the two men laid and though one man remained conscious Naga swiftly left them in the judgment of his blade.
I loved the application and congratz on being the first Japanese character on the board - in time, i'll add Japenese ranking lists, but the prime armies are British/American/Germany at the moment.
Again, welcome.
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Naga Warasaki
Nationality:
- Japan
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
- Japan (He can be in the German army for now if that is not possible ^^)
Character History:
Tales of war drum inside his thoughts as he maneuvers the chess pieces before him. Never in his childhood days imagines that he too will become part of a war story.
A hero…
The young man scorns a laugh, but the disbelief he felt sends a prick of fear along his spine. His face now grim stares down the playing field and smiles empty. No longer can he revel in this childhood game: he has stepped the threshold of no return.
Sliding his chair back, the keen-eyed soldier stands tall, and without hesitation he strides out the door and turns along the hallway, down the stairs where he faces his worried-eye mother and aloof father sitting in the living room corner. He walks towards them already feeling his determination wane when he glimpses his mother’s tears but a decision is a decision. Fists clench to the side the clean-cut soldier gives a formal salute to his parents and bows. “Mother.” “Father.” But he receives no response from the latter.
As expected for the second son. He smirks brewing hatred on his father. I am not Takashi. Why can’t you realize that? I do this for you. For you.
No matter how much he shouts inside his head, he knows that his older brother Takashi will always be first—and he second. I cannot measure up to him. He is your perfect son. I understand. But he disappoints you by going against your wishes and joining the US military back when we were living in California.
At least I know my place. But you cannot see that. I am no one in your eyes.
Just as his fingers about to turn on the doorknob, his mother calls him back.
“My son,” she says between sobs, “Please forgive your father. He really cares for you. He’s just…just…too stubborn. That’s all. Your father wishes to give this before you go.”
Holding up the black horse out of her hand, she tucks it inside her son’s palm.
“Thank you mother. You’re always there for me; however, this gift is not from him. Only you know of my favorite piece.”
He kisses his mother goodbye and slips the chess piece inside his pocket, lost amidst the deep cavern of his tailored new suit, and leaves out the door cold and unaffected.
My name is Naga Warasaki. I am a soldier.
Military Rank:
- Hrm. Now I regret not paying attention in history class.
- The Kamikaze Pilot
- (German: Soldat)
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?)
Naga awoke with a start, his lungs gasping for air. As far as he could tell, their plane had been hit 10 kilometers away from the base, and chunks of metal dispersed everywhere across the surrounding area. He needed to move quick, for who knows when the Americans located their recently hunted prey.
“Hey, Daidoji. Wake up!” He nudged the body next to him. “Hey I said wake up!”
As he shook his friend’s shoulder, the lifeless body rolled over and bumped its head on the pilot’s window leaving behind traces of blood on the glass. Naga grimaced at the sight, but the young man did not allow deaths to trouble him, for they are too common in the midst of war.
Without losing his composure, Naga moved on to unfasten the strap across his chest, but as he did so he noticed a shifting shadow among the leaves. Deftly bending forward, despite the tight grip of the strap, the young soldier lodged himself in the small space before him and spun his head to the left to calculate the prospect of the enemy to circumference him in this short amount of time. His heart pounded rapidly despite his calm countenance, but he continued to remain silent in this crouch position.
Counting the seconds that passed by, he used this time to free himself from the binding and formulated a plan. Whatever the plan may be, Naga Warasaki cared not for his death, but he did not want to die for the stupidest reason. He estimated that during the ten minutes he stayed in the plane, the Americans could have attacked him knowing full well that the size of his plane can only retain two passengers plus supplies. He either had imagined the lurking shadows before or they are there, just waiting for him to make the first move.
Well I guess I’ll make the first move. He smirks. My advantage is I know this terrain more than they do.
He grabbed his rifle and katana, one on each hand, and slammed his foot on the jammed door. Jumping out of the plane, Naga carefully inspected the surrounding trees for any sign of movement before strapping his sword along his waist and walking casually to the dense forest.
An hour passed without any suspicion. He decided to take a rest and slouched his back on a tree to stare at the blank sky. So blue. So serene. So simple. He nearly fell asleep.
Crack
He opened his eyes but his body did not stir. So they are here. Why delay the attack? Impatience is itching him to draw out his sword yet Naga pretended to act as if nothing had happened. He will wait until he knew for certain the motive of this mysterious stranger or strangers.
He turned around carving a smiley-face on the tree behind him and grinned pretending to act on a childish whim when in reality this was the first set of his plan. The young soldier then feigned to be lost of his path and walked in a circular path till he reached the same carving. This time he noticed not only his set of footprints on the ground but also two others larger than his.
Now that he was certain, Naga took the barren path up to the cave now abandoned. The reason they are following me is to find out where their enemy hides. Clever. But now I wonder if they dared expose themselves in this empty land to follow me up to the cave.
He reached the cave but his pursues did not entail after him, however since the covering around the area was sparse Naga eventually spotted them. His fingers promptly grabbed the rifle and though he fumbled the shots he managed to hit the two men.
With no mercy, he strode over where the two men laid and though one man remained conscious Naga swiftly left them in the judgment of his blade.