Post by Guest on Jan 25, 2012 18:29:04 GMT
Account E-Mail: WA_K47_5@hotmail.com
I made the schoolboy error of registering an account on the forums first. It actually took me a while to find the beginners stuff, sorry about that.
Name: Harry Machin ("Maytch-in")
Nationality: British
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What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? UK
Character History:
As a private with the Expeditionary Forces when the blitzkrieg rolled over the border in 1939, Harry had been - perhaps optimistically - hoping this would all blow over and that the Germans wouldn't dare come for a real army. But this was merely the first shocks that the Great British sobriety would take in the course of the war. In a matter of days, he found himself and the hundreds-of-thousands strong British Army reeling in panic toward the Channel.
His father had served in the Great War and risen to the rank of Captain in the clogged trenches of France - the old man had survived albeit with a wooden leg, which had done nothing to dampen the bulldog resolve (or bend his astonishingly rigid moustache). Failures at school left very few doors open to Harry and, at his father's insistence, he enlisted as a private soldier in the British Army where he was trained and sent abroad to France. His mother protested but then, they always did. His brother, making a name for himself as manager of a bank in London, ensured the family would survive. In many ways, unable to earn his keep back home, Harry was exiled to the army rather than passionately swept up in it.
But that all seemed so long ago now. Harried from the air, chased by motorised troops and losing communications with all but those units within bicycle distance, it was every man for themselves. Like so many British squads Harry found himself and his mates cut off and inadvertently fighting a rearguard action for their lives. He'd never seen a German before, and when he finally slopped over the side of a fishing trawler, exhausted and with a boltless enfield, he wasn't entirely certain he could give a description of one afterward.
But that was only "The first round", apparently. As the navy and airforce fought tooth and nail above and around them, all the army could do was train around the clock, drilling in maneuvers and remembering lost comrades. They were handed fresh equipment, bolstered with new recruits, promised a chance to stick it back to the Germans.
But where they would be sticking it to them, was anyone's guess.
Military Rank:
Harry's squad leaders were all killed during the Dunkirk rout, and according to the testimonies of his squadmates, command saw fit to promote him to the rank of Corporal.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge...
"Keep going, all of you. Eyes front lads." Sergeant Clappham gasped between breaths. They had been running solid for half an hour, maybe two miles, and they could only hope that the bloke in front hadn't led them in circles. The sarge was at the back because he had always believed the leader should be closest to the enemy. Harry was just glad there was someone else between him and the panzers.
"There's a road up ahead..." Bosworth wheezed.
"Keep an eye out for signs, there's a good lad. Shouldn't be too far to our meeting point now, lads."
The growl of a vehicle just beyond the edge of the woods made them all turn to look. A halftrack sprinted down the very same road and then parked, a squad of wermacht troops spreading out to search the trees.
"Keep going!" Clappham insisted, and the squad picked up pace with desperate energy. One of the Germans cried out from behind them, and there was a burp of machinegun fire that splintered trees and scattered earth around them. A volley of rifle shots dropped the man in front of Harry, and blood volcanoed from a wound in his head. He leaped the immobile body and jerked aside as a bullet shredded a sapling just ahead.
Bosworth returned fire with his Bren gun, a reassuring bellow to answer the insidious murmur of the german guns. But it was shortlived. A stitch of gunfire ran up and through Bosworth, and he collapsed awkwardly backwards as the squad ran past him.
"Don't stop for anything!" Clappham ordered. "Keep going and get to the rendez- " Another burp of machinegun fire silenced the sergeant and Harry turned to see him drop to his knees, blood gurgling from his lips. To see the resolute man stricken so helplessly was one blow, but knowing he had to leave him there for the Germans was another. Agonisingly, Clappham nodded at him through clenched, bloodied teeth. Harry ran on as ordered.
There were more shouts from the Germans as the squad made it onto the road. The halftrack roared into gear and set off in pursuit. Rifle rounds ripped and whined past them, shattering the stone of the road and making them stagger.
"Keep off the road! Get across, get across!" Harry bellowed with the last of his breath, as he fell down the embankment toward the rest of them. One man was caught by the german fire as he turned to comprehend what was being said, but the rest of the squad took their cue from his lifeless corpse and sprinted across the road.
Harry ran across the road, knowing that if he stopped to give fire he'd be cut down like the rest. Nevertheless, he fired errantly with his rifle as he ran, a hopeless gesture against their pursuers. But he made it across in one piece. With the advantage of a downhill sprint, the Germans could not rely on their halftrack to chase them in the woods.
Slowly, the shouts of the Germans and the growl of the halftrack faded into the distance. Harry caught up to Riley, keeled over and vomiting. He patted the man on his shoulder. "No time for that, mate. We've a long way to go..."
Riley spat tiredly and picked himself up. "I know, I know. Sarge'd say the same thing." Then he ran on, leaving Harry to wonder what else the sarge would do from here.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
I wasn't recommmended here, I literally googled Issuing Orders and found this site, after checking it out I was quite interested in the idea and wanted to try it out, as its not a style of RP I've done before. Hope you don't mind!
I made the schoolboy error of registering an account on the forums first. It actually took me a while to find the beginners stuff, sorry about that.
Name: Harry Machin ("Maytch-in")
Nationality: British
.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? UK
Character History:
As a private with the Expeditionary Forces when the blitzkrieg rolled over the border in 1939, Harry had been - perhaps optimistically - hoping this would all blow over and that the Germans wouldn't dare come for a real army. But this was merely the first shocks that the Great British sobriety would take in the course of the war. In a matter of days, he found himself and the hundreds-of-thousands strong British Army reeling in panic toward the Channel.
His father had served in the Great War and risen to the rank of Captain in the clogged trenches of France - the old man had survived albeit with a wooden leg, which had done nothing to dampen the bulldog resolve (or bend his astonishingly rigid moustache). Failures at school left very few doors open to Harry and, at his father's insistence, he enlisted as a private soldier in the British Army where he was trained and sent abroad to France. His mother protested but then, they always did. His brother, making a name for himself as manager of a bank in London, ensured the family would survive. In many ways, unable to earn his keep back home, Harry was exiled to the army rather than passionately swept up in it.
But that all seemed so long ago now. Harried from the air, chased by motorised troops and losing communications with all but those units within bicycle distance, it was every man for themselves. Like so many British squads Harry found himself and his mates cut off and inadvertently fighting a rearguard action for their lives. He'd never seen a German before, and when he finally slopped over the side of a fishing trawler, exhausted and with a boltless enfield, he wasn't entirely certain he could give a description of one afterward.
But that was only "The first round", apparently. As the navy and airforce fought tooth and nail above and around them, all the army could do was train around the clock, drilling in maneuvers and remembering lost comrades. They were handed fresh equipment, bolstered with new recruits, promised a chance to stick it back to the Germans.
But where they would be sticking it to them, was anyone's guess.
Military Rank:
Harry's squad leaders were all killed during the Dunkirk rout, and according to the testimonies of his squadmates, command saw fit to promote him to the rank of Corporal.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge...
"Keep going, all of you. Eyes front lads." Sergeant Clappham gasped between breaths. They had been running solid for half an hour, maybe two miles, and they could only hope that the bloke in front hadn't led them in circles. The sarge was at the back because he had always believed the leader should be closest to the enemy. Harry was just glad there was someone else between him and the panzers.
"There's a road up ahead..." Bosworth wheezed.
"Keep an eye out for signs, there's a good lad. Shouldn't be too far to our meeting point now, lads."
The growl of a vehicle just beyond the edge of the woods made them all turn to look. A halftrack sprinted down the very same road and then parked, a squad of wermacht troops spreading out to search the trees.
"Keep going!" Clappham insisted, and the squad picked up pace with desperate energy. One of the Germans cried out from behind them, and there was a burp of machinegun fire that splintered trees and scattered earth around them. A volley of rifle shots dropped the man in front of Harry, and blood volcanoed from a wound in his head. He leaped the immobile body and jerked aside as a bullet shredded a sapling just ahead.
Bosworth returned fire with his Bren gun, a reassuring bellow to answer the insidious murmur of the german guns. But it was shortlived. A stitch of gunfire ran up and through Bosworth, and he collapsed awkwardly backwards as the squad ran past him.
"Don't stop for anything!" Clappham ordered. "Keep going and get to the rendez- " Another burp of machinegun fire silenced the sergeant and Harry turned to see him drop to his knees, blood gurgling from his lips. To see the resolute man stricken so helplessly was one blow, but knowing he had to leave him there for the Germans was another. Agonisingly, Clappham nodded at him through clenched, bloodied teeth. Harry ran on as ordered.
There were more shouts from the Germans as the squad made it onto the road. The halftrack roared into gear and set off in pursuit. Rifle rounds ripped and whined past them, shattering the stone of the road and making them stagger.
"Keep off the road! Get across, get across!" Harry bellowed with the last of his breath, as he fell down the embankment toward the rest of them. One man was caught by the german fire as he turned to comprehend what was being said, but the rest of the squad took their cue from his lifeless corpse and sprinted across the road.
Harry ran across the road, knowing that if he stopped to give fire he'd be cut down like the rest. Nevertheless, he fired errantly with his rifle as he ran, a hopeless gesture against their pursuers. But he made it across in one piece. With the advantage of a downhill sprint, the Germans could not rely on their halftrack to chase them in the woods.
Slowly, the shouts of the Germans and the growl of the halftrack faded into the distance. Harry caught up to Riley, keeled over and vomiting. He patted the man on his shoulder. "No time for that, mate. We've a long way to go..."
Riley spat tiredly and picked himself up. "I know, I know. Sarge'd say the same thing." Then he ran on, leaving Harry to wonder what else the sarge would do from here.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
I wasn't recommmended here, I literally googled Issuing Orders and found this site, after checking it out I was quite interested in the idea and wanted to try it out, as its not a style of RP I've done before. Hope you don't mind!
