Post by Elijah on Jan 20, 2012 22:32:31 GMT
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Name: Elijah Pettigrew
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: U.S.
Character History:
Elijah Pettigrew was born on a rural farm close to Nashville, Tennessee on a hot June afternoon in 1917. He is the eldest of five other brothers, each also having a biblical name of note. Behind him, his brother Ezekiel was the second eldest. Behind Ezekiel, his brother Solomon was born. Behind Solomon, is his brother John, and behind John, is his youngest brother, Abraham. The five of these brothers were born into a tight nit, protestant community, and as such, they reflected their upbringing especially in their devout faith to the bible, and the standards in which it was written.
This however, should come as no surprise. Elijah’s father, Matthew Pettigrew, was the son of a pastor himself. As a child, his father would attend his dad’s services, and through doing so, he became devout himself. Elijah’s father now is a pastor of the local family chapel, which is on the outskirts of Nashville, and named respectively “Our Lord of Mercy and Grace Southern Evangelical Church.” As a child, Elijah can remember many days where his dad would ramble on about the bible, usually with a fire that could match the heat of the unforgiving Tennessee sun. His father had much vigor for the bible, and that vigor rubbed off on Elijah.
Elijah’s mother, Victoria, was a stay at home mom. She herself had a secular upbringing, delving in the social sins of alcohol and fornication, yet upon meeting Matthew Pettigrew, she had instantly fell in love not only with him, but with Christ. Very soon after meeting Matthew, she became saved within the Our Lord of Mercy and Grace Southern Evangelical Church, and soon after that, she found herself engaged. It was only a month or two after the two of them got engaged that they became married, and it wasn’t soon after they were married that they were procreating.
Elijah’s childhood was not that different from any other kid growing up in the cultural hearth of the 1920s. He would attend church regularly, play baseball with his friends, and go to school, learning a variety of subjects. Early on though, Elijah garnered a passion for two things—the bible and military strategy. He would revel in the good book by morning, and by night, Pettigrew, although young, would dabble in the storied of Alexander the Great, Scipio, and Robert E. Lee. He wanted to grow up to be just like those men, only with a passion for the bible.
While Elijah himself had a vigor and a passion for the bible, some of his brothers however, fell away from the Church. His other eldest brother, Ezekiel, became somewhat of the prodigal son of the family when he left the church after the Great Depression struck. Ezekiel had lost hope at the hard times, and abandoned everything, moving out to California in hopes of finding a job. His family had not heard from him since, and Elijah’s dad could honestly care less. Although he prays for his son on a daily basis, Matthew believed in predestination. As such, he did not feel in this case that his son was saved, and if his son was not saved, he had no part in the family. This however, had a different effect on Victoria, who was heartbroken at her son’s leaving and even more so heartbroken at the news that her son was damned to hell for all eternity. Elijah however, was conflicted. Apart of him looked toward his father for guidance, and so he hated his brother, but at the same time, Elijah still loved his brother. This was an inner paradox within Elijah’s life, and for once, the young Christian could not find the answer in the bible.
In 1935, Elijah was of age to attend college. Usually, in the financial state his family was in, his father would have denied the request. However, Elijah wanted to become a chaplain within the army. The fact that he would be carrying out the ministry of Christianity warmed the heart of his father, and he acquiesced to his son’s wishes. His son soon became a Volunteer at the University of Tennessee. The environment was troubling for Elijah, as it was for the most part, secular. On a few occasions, Elijah almost gave in to the secular life style, getting a tattoo that read “God’s soldier” in a banner, with the bible verse, Psalm 27:1 under it in cursive. He finished up his four year degree in Chaplain’s studies.
Upon returning home in 1939, he was met with reluctance from his father. His father had two issues with the young chaplain—the first of which being the tattoo. His father, being a biblical literalist, pointed out scripture in Leviticus that was against tattooing. The second of these criticisms was his job itself. In September of 1939, Adolf Hitler and Germany invaded Poland, thrusting Europe into war. Unlike Woodrow Wilson, FDR told the general populous to take sides in the conflict and to not stay neutral. Hearing this, his father knew America would enter the war soon enough, and worried that his son would have to kill or be killed, forbade his son from following his career. Elijah however, was reluctant to this news, and for once in his life, he went against his father’s wishes. In doing so, his father began to believe that he himself was not saved, and forbade him from living at home, thus gaining his own son’s ire.
Elijah moved out in early 1940. He joined the army soon after moving out. He attended basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. However, before basic, he decided his heart lay not with Chaplain’s ministry, but with the infantry. His love for military tactics could not keep him away from the idea of leading men in battle, and the fact that he had a college degree meant he would get his pumpkin rind, or 2nd Lieutenant bar, which was colored gold. The day he got his 2nd Lieutenant bar was the happiest day of his life, and now, Elijah Pettigrew knew what he must do; he must defend his country, and bring glory to his homeland and his God.
Military Rank:
- 2nd Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
(Didn't realize you guys switched scenarios...I did the old one...I hope that doesn't dampen my chances...)
Rain. Rain could not cover the overwhelming stench of death, nor could it wash away the blood, which lay thick on the grass near the small French town of Bayeux, which was on the Cotentin Peninsula near the town of Cherbourg. It was D+10, and HQ had given out the order to take the city of Cherbourg, but for the present day, to maintain position in Bayeux. Elijah was fine with this. The town was small, picturesque, and beautiful—a cultural landscape if he had ever seen one. It was about a mile wide, covered in hedgerows and beautiful stone work, and home to some of the nicest people in all of France. However, there is a darker side to Bayeux as of late. Three days prior, Second Lieutenant Elijah Pettigrew and his men engaged a German Wehrmacht unit station in Bayeux. The fight was hard, and three of Elijah’s men had lost their lives. It was one of the first times Elijah had seen death in the war so far. It didn’t faze him however. The night the three died, Elijah opened his bible, and reading it, he prayed to God for their deliverance and salvation. Doing so, gave him peace, although the peace was a mere façade, a comfort blanket and a crutch to the slaughter that was happening around him.
It was nearing nighttime. This was the last time Elijah would be in Bayeux, for come daybreak, he and his company would be forced to march, as they had a rendezvous with Charlie company outside of Carentan, a French city that had fallen to the 506th Parachute Infantry just the day prior. The rain was falling steadily still, and the dark clouds painted a beautiful picture against the reddish sky. Amidst the rain fall, sit a candle on the desk of a small house on the outskirts of Bayeux. The candle’s reflection made two silhouettes on the dark wall, the first a male, with a firm cleft chin, a strongly built stature, and a stoic manner. The second was that of a female, small, petit, and bubbly. The two of them held each other in their arms. “I have to go” The man said.” “No…” said the woman in a pleading tone. “I’m so sorry, I would stay if I could, but you know as well as I do that I have duties I’m obligated to.” The woman walked out of the candlelight and towards the table. She picked up a Colt 1911 that was sitting on the table and walking back toward the man, she gave it to him. “Here Elijah, take this. You have already taken my heart, but I’d rather you have a personal keepsake to hold onto forever. A memento.” The man took the Colt, and looking down at the woman, he kissed her. “Thank you, Elisse.” Elijah took the gun and placed it in a holster on his belt. “I promise you, after this damn war is over, I will return. Pray for me.” Elijah then reluctantly let go over the girl, and walking out the door, he left her, and also left a piece of his life.
Although he had only met Elise three days prior, Elijah had fallen madly in love with her—a first for the young officer, as he never had a woman in his life before. In fact, he had never even kissed a girl before. Such things were taboo in the society he lived in. When the war was over, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he knew he would keep that promise. As for now however, he and his men had to move out. Elijah gathered up his men, and calling them together in a line formation, they advanced outward, ready to rendezvous with Charlie Company outside of Carentan. Elijah and his company had only made it about two miles outside Carentan when machine gun fire rang out from behind them. This however, was not the noise mad of a Thompson Sub Machine Gun; Elijah knew this. He himself carried one. This was the news accompanied with an MP-40, a German weapon. Elijah’s heart dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, and looking at his men, he knew that the gunfire had come from the town of Bayeux. “Shit!” Elijah screamed. His men looked on worried, but deep down, Elijah knew what he must do. He had to go back to the town of Bayeux. Elise needed him. The town need him. They were poorly defended, and if he did not get back soon, the whole town would be massacred. Elijah thought quickly, and called the 1st Sergeant to the head of the formation. “1st Sergeant Tuck.” Tuck looked at Elijah, troubled by the look in his eyes. “Sir?” Tuck said in confusion. “Take point, rendezvous with Charlie Company at Carentan. I have matters I need to attend to.” Tuck looked at Elijah shocked and said, “You’re going to leave the un-“ However, before Tuck could finish his sentence, Elijah screamed back, “That’s an order!” At this point, Tuck nodded his head in reluctant agreement and did as Elijah said.
After giving Tuck his order, Elijah started back in a full sprint toward Bayeux. It was almost dawn and the rain was still falling rather heavily. He didn’t care. The only thing on his mind at this point was the safety of Elise. His sprint broke about 60 meters from Bayeux. Down the road, in the minimal lighting, he could spot two soldiers. German Wehrmacht. Elijah theorized that the Wehrmacht were going to counterattack the American soldiers that were in Bayeux at dawn, catching them off guard. However, Elijah’s unit had already moved out by this point. Instead, it seemed they reverted to slaughtering the general populous. Elijah moved off the road so he would be out of sight of the German forces stationed on the road. To the side of the road, there was a hedgerow, which Elijah hugged until he was almost right up on the German soldiers. They were the way into the city, and they were the way out of the city. Elijah then had to make a decision. He could either risk dying or turn back. He was torn.
Elijah grasped his Thompson sub machine gun, and began to mutter a prayer. “Our Father…” He began to concentrate one every word that came out of his mouth, hoping that God would either give some divine interference, revelation, something, but nothing came. He would have to do it on his own. Elijah brought the SMG up to his shoulder, and, looking down the sights, he placed his hand on the trigger. Sweat dripped down his brow. He knew firing would be certain death, but he also knew that his love for Elise was stronger than death. He put the gun down for a second, thinking his decision over once more.
Once again, Elijah brought the gun to his face. He looked down the sights. This time, he began to pray once more, now reciting Philippians 4:13, whispering to himself “I can do all things through he who strengthens me.” Once again he placed his finger on the trigger. Every single one of his sentences were heightened. The rain was a solid downpour, and Elijah had hoped it might mask the gunfire. His hope was foolish and misguided. Elijah hoped that there weren’t too many German soldiers in the town. His hope was wrong. His hope was wrong. His hope was wrong. Those words kept repeating in Elijah’s head. He put the gun down once more.
“Come on, Elijah, you can do this.” The young officer whispered, trying to encourage himself once more. He lifted the gun up once more, looked down the sights, and he put his hand on the trigger. This time he would do it, Elijah thought. This time he would kill those Kraut bastards and take his girl, riding off into the sunrise. This time, he was ready to pull the trigger, but this time, something stopped him. He could not pull his index finger back if he tried. He tried multiple times, but he could not bring himself to fire. Kneeling down in the cold, heard ground, Elijah began to weep. Elise was dead, and so was he.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
It's Ryan. Same dude who played Speirs, Heinz Wagner, and Sebastian Schweinsteiger
Name: Elijah Pettigrew
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: U.S.
Character History:
Elijah Pettigrew was born on a rural farm close to Nashville, Tennessee on a hot June afternoon in 1917. He is the eldest of five other brothers, each also having a biblical name of note. Behind him, his brother Ezekiel was the second eldest. Behind Ezekiel, his brother Solomon was born. Behind Solomon, is his brother John, and behind John, is his youngest brother, Abraham. The five of these brothers were born into a tight nit, protestant community, and as such, they reflected their upbringing especially in their devout faith to the bible, and the standards in which it was written.
This however, should come as no surprise. Elijah’s father, Matthew Pettigrew, was the son of a pastor himself. As a child, his father would attend his dad’s services, and through doing so, he became devout himself. Elijah’s father now is a pastor of the local family chapel, which is on the outskirts of Nashville, and named respectively “Our Lord of Mercy and Grace Southern Evangelical Church.” As a child, Elijah can remember many days where his dad would ramble on about the bible, usually with a fire that could match the heat of the unforgiving Tennessee sun. His father had much vigor for the bible, and that vigor rubbed off on Elijah.
Elijah’s mother, Victoria, was a stay at home mom. She herself had a secular upbringing, delving in the social sins of alcohol and fornication, yet upon meeting Matthew Pettigrew, she had instantly fell in love not only with him, but with Christ. Very soon after meeting Matthew, she became saved within the Our Lord of Mercy and Grace Southern Evangelical Church, and soon after that, she found herself engaged. It was only a month or two after the two of them got engaged that they became married, and it wasn’t soon after they were married that they were procreating.
Elijah’s childhood was not that different from any other kid growing up in the cultural hearth of the 1920s. He would attend church regularly, play baseball with his friends, and go to school, learning a variety of subjects. Early on though, Elijah garnered a passion for two things—the bible and military strategy. He would revel in the good book by morning, and by night, Pettigrew, although young, would dabble in the storied of Alexander the Great, Scipio, and Robert E. Lee. He wanted to grow up to be just like those men, only with a passion for the bible.
While Elijah himself had a vigor and a passion for the bible, some of his brothers however, fell away from the Church. His other eldest brother, Ezekiel, became somewhat of the prodigal son of the family when he left the church after the Great Depression struck. Ezekiel had lost hope at the hard times, and abandoned everything, moving out to California in hopes of finding a job. His family had not heard from him since, and Elijah’s dad could honestly care less. Although he prays for his son on a daily basis, Matthew believed in predestination. As such, he did not feel in this case that his son was saved, and if his son was not saved, he had no part in the family. This however, had a different effect on Victoria, who was heartbroken at her son’s leaving and even more so heartbroken at the news that her son was damned to hell for all eternity. Elijah however, was conflicted. Apart of him looked toward his father for guidance, and so he hated his brother, but at the same time, Elijah still loved his brother. This was an inner paradox within Elijah’s life, and for once, the young Christian could not find the answer in the bible.
In 1935, Elijah was of age to attend college. Usually, in the financial state his family was in, his father would have denied the request. However, Elijah wanted to become a chaplain within the army. The fact that he would be carrying out the ministry of Christianity warmed the heart of his father, and he acquiesced to his son’s wishes. His son soon became a Volunteer at the University of Tennessee. The environment was troubling for Elijah, as it was for the most part, secular. On a few occasions, Elijah almost gave in to the secular life style, getting a tattoo that read “God’s soldier” in a banner, with the bible verse, Psalm 27:1 under it in cursive. He finished up his four year degree in Chaplain’s studies.
Upon returning home in 1939, he was met with reluctance from his father. His father had two issues with the young chaplain—the first of which being the tattoo. His father, being a biblical literalist, pointed out scripture in Leviticus that was against tattooing. The second of these criticisms was his job itself. In September of 1939, Adolf Hitler and Germany invaded Poland, thrusting Europe into war. Unlike Woodrow Wilson, FDR told the general populous to take sides in the conflict and to not stay neutral. Hearing this, his father knew America would enter the war soon enough, and worried that his son would have to kill or be killed, forbade his son from following his career. Elijah however, was reluctant to this news, and for once in his life, he went against his father’s wishes. In doing so, his father began to believe that he himself was not saved, and forbade him from living at home, thus gaining his own son’s ire.
Elijah moved out in early 1940. He joined the army soon after moving out. He attended basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. However, before basic, he decided his heart lay not with Chaplain’s ministry, but with the infantry. His love for military tactics could not keep him away from the idea of leading men in battle, and the fact that he had a college degree meant he would get his pumpkin rind, or 2nd Lieutenant bar, which was colored gold. The day he got his 2nd Lieutenant bar was the happiest day of his life, and now, Elijah Pettigrew knew what he must do; he must defend his country, and bring glory to his homeland and his God.
Military Rank:
- 2nd Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
(Didn't realize you guys switched scenarios...I did the old one...I hope that doesn't dampen my chances...)
Rain. Rain could not cover the overwhelming stench of death, nor could it wash away the blood, which lay thick on the grass near the small French town of Bayeux, which was on the Cotentin Peninsula near the town of Cherbourg. It was D+10, and HQ had given out the order to take the city of Cherbourg, but for the present day, to maintain position in Bayeux. Elijah was fine with this. The town was small, picturesque, and beautiful—a cultural landscape if he had ever seen one. It was about a mile wide, covered in hedgerows and beautiful stone work, and home to some of the nicest people in all of France. However, there is a darker side to Bayeux as of late. Three days prior, Second Lieutenant Elijah Pettigrew and his men engaged a German Wehrmacht unit station in Bayeux. The fight was hard, and three of Elijah’s men had lost their lives. It was one of the first times Elijah had seen death in the war so far. It didn’t faze him however. The night the three died, Elijah opened his bible, and reading it, he prayed to God for their deliverance and salvation. Doing so, gave him peace, although the peace was a mere façade, a comfort blanket and a crutch to the slaughter that was happening around him.
It was nearing nighttime. This was the last time Elijah would be in Bayeux, for come daybreak, he and his company would be forced to march, as they had a rendezvous with Charlie company outside of Carentan, a French city that had fallen to the 506th Parachute Infantry just the day prior. The rain was falling steadily still, and the dark clouds painted a beautiful picture against the reddish sky. Amidst the rain fall, sit a candle on the desk of a small house on the outskirts of Bayeux. The candle’s reflection made two silhouettes on the dark wall, the first a male, with a firm cleft chin, a strongly built stature, and a stoic manner. The second was that of a female, small, petit, and bubbly. The two of them held each other in their arms. “I have to go” The man said.” “No…” said the woman in a pleading tone. “I’m so sorry, I would stay if I could, but you know as well as I do that I have duties I’m obligated to.” The woman walked out of the candlelight and towards the table. She picked up a Colt 1911 that was sitting on the table and walking back toward the man, she gave it to him. “Here Elijah, take this. You have already taken my heart, but I’d rather you have a personal keepsake to hold onto forever. A memento.” The man took the Colt, and looking down at the woman, he kissed her. “Thank you, Elisse.” Elijah took the gun and placed it in a holster on his belt. “I promise you, after this damn war is over, I will return. Pray for me.” Elijah then reluctantly let go over the girl, and walking out the door, he left her, and also left a piece of his life.
Although he had only met Elise three days prior, Elijah had fallen madly in love with her—a first for the young officer, as he never had a woman in his life before. In fact, he had never even kissed a girl before. Such things were taboo in the society he lived in. When the war was over, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he knew he would keep that promise. As for now however, he and his men had to move out. Elijah gathered up his men, and calling them together in a line formation, they advanced outward, ready to rendezvous with Charlie Company outside of Carentan. Elijah and his company had only made it about two miles outside Carentan when machine gun fire rang out from behind them. This however, was not the noise mad of a Thompson Sub Machine Gun; Elijah knew this. He himself carried one. This was the news accompanied with an MP-40, a German weapon. Elijah’s heart dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, and looking at his men, he knew that the gunfire had come from the town of Bayeux. “Shit!” Elijah screamed. His men looked on worried, but deep down, Elijah knew what he must do. He had to go back to the town of Bayeux. Elise needed him. The town need him. They were poorly defended, and if he did not get back soon, the whole town would be massacred. Elijah thought quickly, and called the 1st Sergeant to the head of the formation. “1st Sergeant Tuck.” Tuck looked at Elijah, troubled by the look in his eyes. “Sir?” Tuck said in confusion. “Take point, rendezvous with Charlie Company at Carentan. I have matters I need to attend to.” Tuck looked at Elijah shocked and said, “You’re going to leave the un-“ However, before Tuck could finish his sentence, Elijah screamed back, “That’s an order!” At this point, Tuck nodded his head in reluctant agreement and did as Elijah said.
After giving Tuck his order, Elijah started back in a full sprint toward Bayeux. It was almost dawn and the rain was still falling rather heavily. He didn’t care. The only thing on his mind at this point was the safety of Elise. His sprint broke about 60 meters from Bayeux. Down the road, in the minimal lighting, he could spot two soldiers. German Wehrmacht. Elijah theorized that the Wehrmacht were going to counterattack the American soldiers that were in Bayeux at dawn, catching them off guard. However, Elijah’s unit had already moved out by this point. Instead, it seemed they reverted to slaughtering the general populous. Elijah moved off the road so he would be out of sight of the German forces stationed on the road. To the side of the road, there was a hedgerow, which Elijah hugged until he was almost right up on the German soldiers. They were the way into the city, and they were the way out of the city. Elijah then had to make a decision. He could either risk dying or turn back. He was torn.
Elijah grasped his Thompson sub machine gun, and began to mutter a prayer. “Our Father…” He began to concentrate one every word that came out of his mouth, hoping that God would either give some divine interference, revelation, something, but nothing came. He would have to do it on his own. Elijah brought the SMG up to his shoulder, and, looking down the sights, he placed his hand on the trigger. Sweat dripped down his brow. He knew firing would be certain death, but he also knew that his love for Elise was stronger than death. He put the gun down for a second, thinking his decision over once more.
Once again, Elijah brought the gun to his face. He looked down the sights. This time, he began to pray once more, now reciting Philippians 4:13, whispering to himself “I can do all things through he who strengthens me.” Once again he placed his finger on the trigger. Every single one of his sentences were heightened. The rain was a solid downpour, and Elijah had hoped it might mask the gunfire. His hope was foolish and misguided. Elijah hoped that there weren’t too many German soldiers in the town. His hope was wrong. His hope was wrong. His hope was wrong. Those words kept repeating in Elijah’s head. He put the gun down once more.
“Come on, Elijah, you can do this.” The young officer whispered, trying to encourage himself once more. He lifted the gun up once more, looked down the sights, and he put his hand on the trigger. This time he would do it, Elijah thought. This time he would kill those Kraut bastards and take his girl, riding off into the sunrise. This time, he was ready to pull the trigger, but this time, something stopped him. He could not pull his index finger back if he tried. He tried multiple times, but he could not bring himself to fire. Kneeling down in the cold, heard ground, Elijah began to weep. Elise was dead, and so was he.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
It's Ryan. Same dude who played Speirs, Heinz Wagner, and Sebastian Schweinsteiger
