Post by Aaron Hroda Schellenburg on Jan 23, 2013 2:49:07 GMT
Character Name: Yvonne Saldana (American Red Cross)
Rank: Corporal
Nationality: American
History: (I would like to apply for Hospital Aid, but any rank given will be fine)
Yvonne LaSalle Saldana was born in Harlem to a deranged mother and an absent father. Yvonne remembers living with her mother, she remembers the abuse she witnessed from contraban on her mother's decomposing body and the insane mood swings that would echo through the quiet halls of their home.
But there was a time before Yvonne could physically remember, when her mother lived a productive and simple life. Vivian Garcia-Saldana was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1889 to parents Rico Saldana and Maria Garcia. Vivian was the surviving child of six, resulting in her parents becoming strict and pious. The family of three immigrated to America when Vivian was four years old, later settling in the bustling neighborhood of Harlem. Wealth was only a fleeting imagination for the Puerto Rican family as both Maria and Rico were forced to work in order to keep a steady income in the household. The couple scraped and saved every penny they recieved, hoping that they had enough for food for the next day.
Eventually the family split apart, leaving Maria and Vivian to fend for themselves in the large city. It was unknown where Rico scurried off to, it was a sudden occurance that left a mental mark on Vivian and devestated Maria for years. Because of the missing male figure Vivian became interested in immorality and the high life of the vast city. Maria caught wind of Vivian's interests and was solely against them, to the young Puerto Rican's distaste. Unknowing to her daughter's mental instability along with her altered imagination, Maria constantly would scold and berate the young woman. Vivan, who was around the age of nineteen, fled from home and sold her soul to the city.
Vivian lived her young life throughout Harlem, selling both her body and amazing talent for her smooth singing for money. The young woman embraced the flapper lifestyle and lived it up with rosy cheeks and ash. This cycle continued until she met a handsome African American singer by the name of Robert. Vivan and Robert lived their lives together with both pleasures and song. The young woman believed that she discovered her soulmate and ripped her beating heart for him. All seemed happy and bright, until the woman discovered that she was carrying Robert's child. Robert was not fazed by the fact that Vivian carried his child, but her dangerous mood swings and insane imaginations drove him away.
Vivian was left alone with her internal child, forced to resort on her voice to carry her wealth and income. The woman performed one final song one spring night in 1921 at a jazz club. Vivian gave birth to a daughter in her dressing room that night after the performance. The baby was named Yvonne LaSalle for the local performer, Madame Yvonne LaSalle. Vivian quit singing for a living and raised her daughter in the borders of Harlem. Until Yvonne turned five, the girl lived with her deranged mother. That same year, Vivian placed her daughter under her mother's care and disappeared. Yvonne lived under her grandmother's watch and care. The child matured and excelled at her studies, bring pride to her grandmother and herself. But when Yvonne turned ten her mother decided to regain custody of her child and visited, but Maria refused to give up Yvonne. Vivian refused to leave without her daughter and physically pulled her mother out of her small home and locked the door behind her. After a few minutes, Vivian emerged with a large suitcase. Maria could tell that Yvonne was probably in that case and proceeded to confront her daughter and attempted to wrestle the case handle out of her hand. Out of carelessness and lack of understanding that the case was unlocked, Yvonne tumbled out of the large suitcase and onto the concrete below. Maria comforted the shaken and crying girl and distanced herself from her insane mother, making that encounter the last one in Yvonne's life.
Yvonne continued to mature, causing her to hold no interest in meeting her mother or learning who her father was. The young woman helped out with the flow of income during the Great Depression by working at a corner store a few blocks away from home. Yvonne was noted by her amazing singing voice when she would softly sing while counting inventory or cleaning shop. The mixed woman would recieve offers from others to sing, but for some reason she declined the offers. Yvonne continued working and supplied partial revenue for the household. Word spreaded that Europe faced impending war, but the young woman did not worry herself about such affairs. The young woman believed that America would hold it's neutrality and stay out of the war, but that would all change a couple of years later.
When Pearl Harbor was attacked and America was launched into war, Yvonne became concerned about the nation. She became interested in serving as a nurse when she heard woman co-workers chattering about American Red Cross advertisments that were placed thoughout the city. At first Yvonne was reluctant to join, but after much thought and reassurance from her grandmother, the young woman joined the American Red Cross and trained for the challanging medical path.
Writing Sample: Date: winter of 1942
Location: at an American base in the countryside of England
Time: mid-afternoon
The chilly bite of the English winter was not an unfamilar feeling to Yvonne's bones. It was a cousin to the New York City winters, but it was still a different feel from the overcrowded and hurried bustle of city life. The mixed woman still was getting used to the near silence of the countryside, minus the shouts from the officers.
It has nearly been five months since Yvonne transferred to England as a aid for ill and injured soldiers. Honestly, it has been the most confusing, frightening, and enjoyable months for a long time. Yvonne tightened her gray wool overcoat as she stood outside for some fresh air. It relieved the young nurse when she was able to treat her lungs to the sweet breath of country air. She prefered it to the acidic and sterile scent of the nurse's station, and also the occasional putrid smells of vomit that would waft from the sick of the ill soldiers.
Yvonne kept to herself in the front of the entrance, watching various soldiers make their way past the station. Some men would ignore the young woman's presence, some would stop and make flirtatious sounds and send winks towards her way, but there were the daring men that would stop and attempt to verbally flirt with the woman. Now Yvonne was not the woman to believe in love or affections, but it was entertaining to tease the soldiers and strike them where is hurts. Occasionally she held a few dismissive remarks under her sleeve, but she had to take a different approach to the persistant flirters.
This was one of those days when the persistant men came out of flash their teeth and good looks. Yvonne could see it coming when a young soldier made his way over to her. The woman rolled her eyes slightly and let out a annoyed sigh as she pulled her overcoat closer to her freezing bones. She watched him approach her, her face lacked any form of emotion as she eyed the man. The fellow though was not an eye sore, he was a rather handsome soldier, but he still did not appeal to Yvonne. In no time, the solider was a few paces from the woman and plastered an alluring smirk on his lips.
"I don't think it's safe for a beauty like you to be out here in the cold."
Yvonne let out a chuckle as she heard the words spill from the soldier's mouth. She gave the man her full attention as she shifted her weight to her right foot, she wore small smug smile on her light features, this was pretty entertaining to her.
"Now what made you think that I can not endure the cold? Hmph. I see that you believe that I am supposed to swoon over you because of the alluring flirt. Nice try darling."
Yvonne sarcastically retorted, placing one hand on her hip. She enjoyed toying with flirters, in her mind she just believes that all men are just wolves looking for a poor rabbit or deer to hunt and devour. But this defensive mindset caused her to be blinded by signs of true affection.
"No need to be like that sweetheart, I just wanted a nice chat. I see you are the hard to get ones."
The soldier pushed onwards. Yvonne felt that he would not budge unless some freak of nature event happened and got her out of this situation. Yvonne turned fully to face him, her eyes a fire with a buring word to say, but her thoughts were cut short by a small voice of a fellow nurse.
"Yvonne we need you."
Yvonne let out an internal blessing for this event and briskly made her way into the nurse's station, but before she could dissappear into the building the man gave his final goodbye.
"Well I will see you around then, Yvonne."
The woman tried not to reply as she dissappeared into the building to give her help to the needed patient.
(all written and posted on my iPod, sorry for any mistakes or errors. i made an account named: yvonne)
Rank: Corporal
Nationality: American
History: (I would like to apply for Hospital Aid, but any rank given will be fine)
Yvonne LaSalle Saldana was born in Harlem to a deranged mother and an absent father. Yvonne remembers living with her mother, she remembers the abuse she witnessed from contraban on her mother's decomposing body and the insane mood swings that would echo through the quiet halls of their home.
But there was a time before Yvonne could physically remember, when her mother lived a productive and simple life. Vivian Garcia-Saldana was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1889 to parents Rico Saldana and Maria Garcia. Vivian was the surviving child of six, resulting in her parents becoming strict and pious. The family of three immigrated to America when Vivian was four years old, later settling in the bustling neighborhood of Harlem. Wealth was only a fleeting imagination for the Puerto Rican family as both Maria and Rico were forced to work in order to keep a steady income in the household. The couple scraped and saved every penny they recieved, hoping that they had enough for food for the next day.
Eventually the family split apart, leaving Maria and Vivian to fend for themselves in the large city. It was unknown where Rico scurried off to, it was a sudden occurance that left a mental mark on Vivian and devestated Maria for years. Because of the missing male figure Vivian became interested in immorality and the high life of the vast city. Maria caught wind of Vivian's interests and was solely against them, to the young Puerto Rican's distaste. Unknowing to her daughter's mental instability along with her altered imagination, Maria constantly would scold and berate the young woman. Vivan, who was around the age of nineteen, fled from home and sold her soul to the city.
Vivian lived her young life throughout Harlem, selling both her body and amazing talent for her smooth singing for money. The young woman embraced the flapper lifestyle and lived it up with rosy cheeks and ash. This cycle continued until she met a handsome African American singer by the name of Robert. Vivan and Robert lived their lives together with both pleasures and song. The young woman believed that she discovered her soulmate and ripped her beating heart for him. All seemed happy and bright, until the woman discovered that she was carrying Robert's child. Robert was not fazed by the fact that Vivian carried his child, but her dangerous mood swings and insane imaginations drove him away.
Vivian was left alone with her internal child, forced to resort on her voice to carry her wealth and income. The woman performed one final song one spring night in 1921 at a jazz club. Vivian gave birth to a daughter in her dressing room that night after the performance. The baby was named Yvonne LaSalle for the local performer, Madame Yvonne LaSalle. Vivian quit singing for a living and raised her daughter in the borders of Harlem. Until Yvonne turned five, the girl lived with her deranged mother. That same year, Vivian placed her daughter under her mother's care and disappeared. Yvonne lived under her grandmother's watch and care. The child matured and excelled at her studies, bring pride to her grandmother and herself. But when Yvonne turned ten her mother decided to regain custody of her child and visited, but Maria refused to give up Yvonne. Vivian refused to leave without her daughter and physically pulled her mother out of her small home and locked the door behind her. After a few minutes, Vivian emerged with a large suitcase. Maria could tell that Yvonne was probably in that case and proceeded to confront her daughter and attempted to wrestle the case handle out of her hand. Out of carelessness and lack of understanding that the case was unlocked, Yvonne tumbled out of the large suitcase and onto the concrete below. Maria comforted the shaken and crying girl and distanced herself from her insane mother, making that encounter the last one in Yvonne's life.
Yvonne continued to mature, causing her to hold no interest in meeting her mother or learning who her father was. The young woman helped out with the flow of income during the Great Depression by working at a corner store a few blocks away from home. Yvonne was noted by her amazing singing voice when she would softly sing while counting inventory or cleaning shop. The mixed woman would recieve offers from others to sing, but for some reason she declined the offers. Yvonne continued working and supplied partial revenue for the household. Word spreaded that Europe faced impending war, but the young woman did not worry herself about such affairs. The young woman believed that America would hold it's neutrality and stay out of the war, but that would all change a couple of years later.
When Pearl Harbor was attacked and America was launched into war, Yvonne became concerned about the nation. She became interested in serving as a nurse when she heard woman co-workers chattering about American Red Cross advertisments that were placed thoughout the city. At first Yvonne was reluctant to join, but after much thought and reassurance from her grandmother, the young woman joined the American Red Cross and trained for the challanging medical path.
Writing Sample: Date: winter of 1942
Location: at an American base in the countryside of England
Time: mid-afternoon
The chilly bite of the English winter was not an unfamilar feeling to Yvonne's bones. It was a cousin to the New York City winters, but it was still a different feel from the overcrowded and hurried bustle of city life. The mixed woman still was getting used to the near silence of the countryside, minus the shouts from the officers.
It has nearly been five months since Yvonne transferred to England as a aid for ill and injured soldiers. Honestly, it has been the most confusing, frightening, and enjoyable months for a long time. Yvonne tightened her gray wool overcoat as she stood outside for some fresh air. It relieved the young nurse when she was able to treat her lungs to the sweet breath of country air. She prefered it to the acidic and sterile scent of the nurse's station, and also the occasional putrid smells of vomit that would waft from the sick of the ill soldiers.
Yvonne kept to herself in the front of the entrance, watching various soldiers make their way past the station. Some men would ignore the young woman's presence, some would stop and make flirtatious sounds and send winks towards her way, but there were the daring men that would stop and attempt to verbally flirt with the woman. Now Yvonne was not the woman to believe in love or affections, but it was entertaining to tease the soldiers and strike them where is hurts. Occasionally she held a few dismissive remarks under her sleeve, but she had to take a different approach to the persistant flirters.
This was one of those days when the persistant men came out of flash their teeth and good looks. Yvonne could see it coming when a young soldier made his way over to her. The woman rolled her eyes slightly and let out a annoyed sigh as she pulled her overcoat closer to her freezing bones. She watched him approach her, her face lacked any form of emotion as she eyed the man. The fellow though was not an eye sore, he was a rather handsome soldier, but he still did not appeal to Yvonne. In no time, the solider was a few paces from the woman and plastered an alluring smirk on his lips.
"I don't think it's safe for a beauty like you to be out here in the cold."
Yvonne let out a chuckle as she heard the words spill from the soldier's mouth. She gave the man her full attention as she shifted her weight to her right foot, she wore small smug smile on her light features, this was pretty entertaining to her.
"Now what made you think that I can not endure the cold? Hmph. I see that you believe that I am supposed to swoon over you because of the alluring flirt. Nice try darling."
Yvonne sarcastically retorted, placing one hand on her hip. She enjoyed toying with flirters, in her mind she just believes that all men are just wolves looking for a poor rabbit or deer to hunt and devour. But this defensive mindset caused her to be blinded by signs of true affection.
"No need to be like that sweetheart, I just wanted a nice chat. I see you are the hard to get ones."
The soldier pushed onwards. Yvonne felt that he would not budge unless some freak of nature event happened and got her out of this situation. Yvonne turned fully to face him, her eyes a fire with a buring word to say, but her thoughts were cut short by a small voice of a fellow nurse.
"Yvonne we need you."
Yvonne let out an internal blessing for this event and briskly made her way into the nurse's station, but before she could dissappear into the building the man gave his final goodbye.
"Well I will see you around then, Yvonne."
The woman tried not to reply as she dissappeared into the building to give her help to the needed patient.
(all written and posted on my iPod, sorry for any mistakes or errors. i made an account named: yvonne)
