Post by Tynan Omartin on Feb 1, 2011 0:16:25 GMT
Account E-Mail: Thescreamingeagle99@live.com
Name: Tynan John O'martin
Nationality:
-Irish American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
On March 17th, Tynan O'martin was born to Mary and John O'martin. He was born normal, at least he thinks so. He was the first child of them, followed by his younger brothers, Liam and Seamus. Liam is 14, where Seamus is 12. Tynan lived a normal life, hanging out with mostly his friend Mark, and getting pretty good grades in school. He played with his small toy army soldiers, creating scenarios with his brothers of the World War 1 battles. He raised enough money by working hard to afford to go to college where he received an education. Of course when the war started though, his friend Mark signed up and he followed. They enlisted and were both trained at Camp Toccoa in Georgia to be paratroopers, specifically members of the "Screaming Eagles" or the 101st Airborne. They were quickly sent off to the front lines, not quite knowing what they would expect.
Military Rank:
Second Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
I sat down quietly in the trench. The snow hit my helmet, rolling off. Trembling, I began to sip my coffee. It was colder, but I suppose I was used to that for being here in the Ardennes. Mark sat next to me, writing a letter I expect to go home to his sister who was eager to discover what his brother had done and everything. Behind me I hear footsteps, and then a voice. This odd looking one with a mustache flies by, waving his arms. Not knowing what to do, I turn to the Captain in the foxhole next to me. "Captain, what's happening?" But just as he opens his mouth I see something fly down and land next to him. I am knocked on my back, temporarily deaf from the explosion. Mark asks me if I'm all right, and I reply with a "Yeah,". Then we hear the treads, and the Panzer comes knocking down the trees. I duck to the side just in time as a tree sends bark in all directions. Mark calls my name, and I turn. A large branch is lodged in his arm, and he is bleeding like a chicken with it's head off. I mutter a curse, but realize it is too late. My friend has died an honorable death. Not sure what to do, I clutch my Garand rifle and flee in the opposite direction of the tank. I don't know how, but I covered a huge amount of ground in less time than ever before. I quickly manage to reach a small camp where I had been the night before. I cry for the soldiers to run, but they can't understand me. Nor can I.
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 was just looking around for a Proboards WW2 RPG and ran into this one.
Name: Tynan John O'martin
Nationality:
-Irish American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
On March 17th, Tynan O'martin was born to Mary and John O'martin. He was born normal, at least he thinks so. He was the first child of them, followed by his younger brothers, Liam and Seamus. Liam is 14, where Seamus is 12. Tynan lived a normal life, hanging out with mostly his friend Mark, and getting pretty good grades in school. He played with his small toy army soldiers, creating scenarios with his brothers of the World War 1 battles. He raised enough money by working hard to afford to go to college where he received an education. Of course when the war started though, his friend Mark signed up and he followed. They enlisted and were both trained at Camp Toccoa in Georgia to be paratroopers, specifically members of the "Screaming Eagles" or the 101st Airborne. They were quickly sent off to the front lines, not quite knowing what they would expect.
Military Rank:
Second Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
I sat down quietly in the trench. The snow hit my helmet, rolling off. Trembling, I began to sip my coffee. It was colder, but I suppose I was used to that for being here in the Ardennes. Mark sat next to me, writing a letter I expect to go home to his sister who was eager to discover what his brother had done and everything. Behind me I hear footsteps, and then a voice. This odd looking one with a mustache flies by, waving his arms. Not knowing what to do, I turn to the Captain in the foxhole next to me. "Captain, what's happening?" But just as he opens his mouth I see something fly down and land next to him. I am knocked on my back, temporarily deaf from the explosion. Mark asks me if I'm all right, and I reply with a "Yeah,". Then we hear the treads, and the Panzer comes knocking down the trees. I duck to the side just in time as a tree sends bark in all directions. Mark calls my name, and I turn. A large branch is lodged in his arm, and he is bleeding like a chicken with it's head off. I mutter a curse, but realize it is too late. My friend has died an honorable death. Not sure what to do, I clutch my Garand rifle and flee in the opposite direction of the tank. I don't know how, but I covered a huge amount of ground in less time than ever before. I quickly manage to reach a small camp where I had been the night before. I cry for the soldiers to run, but they can't understand me. Nor can I.
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 was just looking around for a Proboards WW2 RPG and ran into this one.
