Post by Guest on Dec 29, 2007 2:58:41 GMT
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Name: Christopher James D'Dario
Nationality:
Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi/German
Character History:
CJ (Christopher James) was born on the outskirts of Rome into a middle class family, his father was conscripted into the Army at his 3rd birthday and his mother was left to look after him and his two brothers. Through School Cj was a quiet child who kept to himself rather then interacting with the other children. This led the other children to bully him until his older brother stepped in to defend him. During the rest of his school years CJ stuck close to his brothers, learning from them how to interact with people properly, when his brothers graduated they where conscripted into the army, Cj knew he too would be conscripted as soon as he was of age, and looked forward to joining his brothers on the battle field.
As he predicted shortly after he graduated he was conscripted into the army, during basic training he developed a seemingly natural skill with a rifle, his trainers noticed this and pushed him into the special forces as a Sharpshooter, CJ was not to see his brothers again for a long time, he received and sent many letters to them over his training, but soon a letter arrived stating that his oldest brother had been killed in action, Ever since then he has reverted back to the quite shy person he was in school, his out going nature lost with his brother.
Military Rank:
Sharpshooter
Writing Sample:
Scenario: A shiver runs down CJs spine, it was cold, he was hungry, alone, behind enemy lines, and to make it worse, It was raining. He had padded the outside of his Steel helmet with leaves and sticks to break up his outline and to dampen the sound of the rain pinging off his helmet, he wiped his face and continued moving along, crouching down behind each tree he passes hoping he doesn't get seen.
For a while now he's had a strange feeling of being followed, like something in his gut was telling him he was being watched, he hated that feeling. finally he gave in to his gut and slowed to a stop, finding a large bush between two trees to hide in he took cover and peeked out from behind the leaves into the cold, wet darkness. A minute passed, then two, and three. He was about to move again when he heard the sound of footsteps over the rain, his breath catches in his throat as he watches the silhouettes of two men moving from behind the trees, the American flags dull on their arms. Slowly they came level with his bush, looking around for the enemy they where hunting, carefully CJ raises his Karabiner 98k to his shoulder, at this close range he will have no need of the custom mounted scope, should the Americans head toward his hiding place, he would at least take one of them down.
Seconds passed like minutes, minutes like hours as the Americans tried to find Cjs trail again, but the rain made it difficult, the ground was muddy and churned up the dirt, one turned to the other and spoke, Cj didn't understand them but a short while later the two of them turned and marched back the way they came, when the footsteps could no longer be heard, Cj made his way out of his hiding place and continued on his way to return to his own side.
SEEJAYYY, great to see you again - sadly, you've forgotten the sign-up process
Kinda. Just make an account with that e-mail below and i'll register you onto the board pronto'! [/i]Account E-Mail: Xmezthemad@hotmail.com[/u] <--- You must Register an Account with that e-mail![/color][/i]
Name: Christopher James D'Dario
Nationality:
Italian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Nazi/German Army is the Only Option at The Moment: Nazi/German
Character History:
CJ (Christopher James) was born on the outskirts of Rome into a middle class family, his father was conscripted into the Army at his 3rd birthday and his mother was left to look after him and his two brothers. Through School Cj was a quiet child who kept to himself rather then interacting with the other children. This led the other children to bully him until his older brother stepped in to defend him. During the rest of his school years CJ stuck close to his brothers, learning from them how to interact with people properly, when his brothers graduated they where conscripted into the army, Cj knew he too would be conscripted as soon as he was of age, and looked forward to joining his brothers on the battle field.
As he predicted shortly after he graduated he was conscripted into the army, during basic training he developed a seemingly natural skill with a rifle, his trainers noticed this and pushed him into the special forces as a Sharpshooter, CJ was not to see his brothers again for a long time, he received and sent many letters to them over his training, but soon a letter arrived stating that his oldest brother had been killed in action, Ever since then he has reverted back to the quite shy person he was in school, his out going nature lost with his brother.
Military Rank:
Sharpshooter
Writing Sample:
Scenario: A shiver runs down CJs spine, it was cold, he was hungry, alone, behind enemy lines, and to make it worse, It was raining. He had padded the outside of his Steel helmet with leaves and sticks to break up his outline and to dampen the sound of the rain pinging off his helmet, he wiped his face and continued moving along, crouching down behind each tree he passes hoping he doesn't get seen.
For a while now he's had a strange feeling of being followed, like something in his gut was telling him he was being watched, he hated that feeling. finally he gave in to his gut and slowed to a stop, finding a large bush between two trees to hide in he took cover and peeked out from behind the leaves into the cold, wet darkness. A minute passed, then two, and three. He was about to move again when he heard the sound of footsteps over the rain, his breath catches in his throat as he watches the silhouettes of two men moving from behind the trees, the American flags dull on their arms. Slowly they came level with his bush, looking around for the enemy they where hunting, carefully CJ raises his Karabiner 98k to his shoulder, at this close range he will have no need of the custom mounted scope, should the Americans head toward his hiding place, he would at least take one of them down.
Seconds passed like minutes, minutes like hours as the Americans tried to find Cjs trail again, but the rain made it difficult, the ground was muddy and churned up the dirt, one turned to the other and spoke, Cj didn't understand them but a short while later the two of them turned and marched back the way they came, when the footsteps could no longer be heard, Cj made his way out of his hiding place and continued on his way to return to his own side.