Post by The Operator on Jan 24, 2013 7:51:22 GMT
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Account name: The Operator
Name: Seth Culley-Baird (he can be called by either last name individually as well, and he'll respond).
Nationality:
- Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: The UK, as a field medic.
Character History:
Born in a small town to a small family, Seth grew up with parents who worked hard to provide for their three sons, instilling a sense of virtue and the rewards hard work gave. As the oldest of the three, Seth was used to being responsible and watching out for others. But he was also the one to get in the most trouble for the clever plans he concocted. His father had been in the first world war and received crippling wounds that prevented him from further service. Instead he took to teaching Seth and his siblings how to handle responsibilities they'd face on their own. Listening to his stories of the war, Seth longed to join the army. He wanted to be a field medic like his father had been, and took to learning what he could glean from his father's stories. His clever mind absorbed and remembered as much of the older man's wisdom.
When the second war broke out, Seth enlisted. He was 26. As he gained skills as a Field Medic, he found that even the strangest bits of things his father seemed to have a use. Such as using an unloaded rifle to splint a leg when there was nothing else at hand. On his 3 trip out, he was too near a grenade blast and got hit with shrapnel. This left his face littered with scars, and he was lucky to make it out alive with his vision unscathed. The agony of it left his mind broken and this once cheerful man was left as a broken, crazed man. This made him unpredictable and, basically, insane. But as crazy as he was, he still did his job as a medic and did it well. He has moments of sanity but in those he is dark, brooding, and silent. Recognized by his constant grinning and giggling/laughing fits he tends to lean towards dark humor as well.
One of his stranger habits is his tendency to bite or chew on things. That is how you can tell if he thinks you are (unfortunately) his friend; he'll chew on your hair or your clothes.
One of seth's other traits is that as he's out on the field, he'll loot dead bodies to see if there's anything to be used on them; then he'll distribute them to soldiers he passes by.
what he looks like: rikastormfeldthefox.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d59ppr0 His skin is darkly tanned from long times spent under the sun. He also wears the standard medic uniform, the jacket opened when he's off duty to show the white shirt underneath. Around his neck he wears the rosary beads his father once wore and he keeps it tucked inside his shirt.
Military Rank:
whatever you feel is best.
Writing Sample:
The distant rattling of gunfire gave the tanned man pause, lowering himself to the ground. His pale green eyes flicked about as he analysed the clearing. Adjusting his helmet he quickly crawled along until he reached the body he'd been eyeing. As he dug through the pockets he stuffed the few spare bullets he found into his jacket pockets before he continued forward. The sound of an incoming mortar round caused the medic to halt, covering the back of his neck as he waited for it to hit. Screams of pain quickly reached his ears after the explosion, but those soon fell to silence. he knew he could not help those soldiers. He moved on towards his right, towards nearby groans of pain.
As he crawled along his face was split with a grin as he found the wounded soldier. As he neared the man he placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him as he analyzed the wound. The man's leg had been hit by shrapnel, resulting in torn flesh and broken bone.
"Bout time you made it!" the man grunted, his face a mask of agony.
Seth giggled as he patted the soldier's shoulder.
"Does it hurt?" seth asked as he searched his bag, pulling out a shot of morphine.
"Oh it's just a daisy field! Of course it hurts!" the man hissed as Seth gently touched the wound. He gave the soldier his glove to bite on as he knew the next moments would hurt. Checking the needle Seth deftly injected the man. As the morphine kicked in Seth gently straightened the leg out, straightening the bone. Biting down on the glove the man screamed; the pain not completely dulled by the shot of adrenaline.
That done, Seth grabbed the man's rifle and emptied the bullets. He grabbed those and tucked them into the man's pockets. He lined the gun up against the man's leg, checking it before securing it with the gauze strips he had in his bag. As he tightened it and made sure the bone was immobile Seth quickly scanned the man and noted other minor wounds.
Tending to those with deft skill he glanced around to make sure the area was clear. He packed his stuff up and wrapped his arms around the wounded man under his arms, and carefully started to pull him back to a safer spot. There they would wait until Seth was able to get a stretcher for the man.
Account name: The Operator
Name: Seth Culley-Baird (he can be called by either last name individually as well, and he'll respond).
Nationality:
- Canadian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK/US or AXIS: The UK, as a field medic.
Character History:
Born in a small town to a small family, Seth grew up with parents who worked hard to provide for their three sons, instilling a sense of virtue and the rewards hard work gave. As the oldest of the three, Seth was used to being responsible and watching out for others. But he was also the one to get in the most trouble for the clever plans he concocted. His father had been in the first world war and received crippling wounds that prevented him from further service. Instead he took to teaching Seth and his siblings how to handle responsibilities they'd face on their own. Listening to his stories of the war, Seth longed to join the army. He wanted to be a field medic like his father had been, and took to learning what he could glean from his father's stories. His clever mind absorbed and remembered as much of the older man's wisdom.
When the second war broke out, Seth enlisted. He was 26. As he gained skills as a Field Medic, he found that even the strangest bits of things his father seemed to have a use. Such as using an unloaded rifle to splint a leg when there was nothing else at hand. On his 3 trip out, he was too near a grenade blast and got hit with shrapnel. This left his face littered with scars, and he was lucky to make it out alive with his vision unscathed. The agony of it left his mind broken and this once cheerful man was left as a broken, crazed man. This made him unpredictable and, basically, insane. But as crazy as he was, he still did his job as a medic and did it well. He has moments of sanity but in those he is dark, brooding, and silent. Recognized by his constant grinning and giggling/laughing fits he tends to lean towards dark humor as well.
One of his stranger habits is his tendency to bite or chew on things. That is how you can tell if he thinks you are (unfortunately) his friend; he'll chew on your hair or your clothes.
One of seth's other traits is that as he's out on the field, he'll loot dead bodies to see if there's anything to be used on them; then he'll distribute them to soldiers he passes by.
what he looks like: rikastormfeldthefox.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d59ppr0 His skin is darkly tanned from long times spent under the sun. He also wears the standard medic uniform, the jacket opened when he's off duty to show the white shirt underneath. Around his neck he wears the rosary beads his father once wore and he keeps it tucked inside his shirt.
Military Rank:
whatever you feel is best.
Writing Sample:
The distant rattling of gunfire gave the tanned man pause, lowering himself to the ground. His pale green eyes flicked about as he analysed the clearing. Adjusting his helmet he quickly crawled along until he reached the body he'd been eyeing. As he dug through the pockets he stuffed the few spare bullets he found into his jacket pockets before he continued forward. The sound of an incoming mortar round caused the medic to halt, covering the back of his neck as he waited for it to hit. Screams of pain quickly reached his ears after the explosion, but those soon fell to silence. he knew he could not help those soldiers. He moved on towards his right, towards nearby groans of pain.
As he crawled along his face was split with a grin as he found the wounded soldier. As he neared the man he placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him as he analyzed the wound. The man's leg had been hit by shrapnel, resulting in torn flesh and broken bone.
"Bout time you made it!" the man grunted, his face a mask of agony.
Seth giggled as he patted the soldier's shoulder.
"Does it hurt?" seth asked as he searched his bag, pulling out a shot of morphine.
"Oh it's just a daisy field! Of course it hurts!" the man hissed as Seth gently touched the wound. He gave the soldier his glove to bite on as he knew the next moments would hurt. Checking the needle Seth deftly injected the man. As the morphine kicked in Seth gently straightened the leg out, straightening the bone. Biting down on the glove the man screamed; the pain not completely dulled by the shot of adrenaline.
That done, Seth grabbed the man's rifle and emptied the bullets. He grabbed those and tucked them into the man's pockets. He lined the gun up against the man's leg, checking it before securing it with the gauze strips he had in his bag. As he tightened it and made sure the bone was immobile Seth quickly scanned the man and noted other minor wounds.
Tending to those with deft skill he glanced around to make sure the area was clear. He packed his stuff up and wrapped his arms around the wounded man under his arms, and carefully started to pull him back to a safer spot. There they would wait until Seth was able to get a stretcher for the man.
