Post by Frank John Hughes on Jul 30, 2008 5:23:24 GMT
Accepted!
Welcome to the board, Again...
~Danny
Account E-Mail: pen_turner@live.com (Yea its me again)
Name:Frank John Hughes
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Frank was born in The Bronx, New York, USA. He grew up living the life of a city kid, his dad served in WWI, but his dad died towards the ending of the war. So he was determined to enlist in the military when WWII came around. Upon enlisting he began going threw heavy training due to the shortage of troops in Europe. Then by the end of 1942 he found himself in Europe ready to fight.
Military Rank:
- Corporal
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Frank can't shake the feeling that he is being followed. He find shim self jerking around scared stiff that he could be ambushed from behind any minute. Breaking through his layer of being scared stiff he devises a plan. Frank decides that he is going to go to the highest point on the near ridge that he can find. So he creeps over the ridge and quickly ducks down to the safety of some brush on the other side not but 10-15 feet down the ridge. Then he gets himself in position to where he can see anyone who comes over the ridge looking for him. Clearing the thick thorny brush out of his way he finally gets a good view of the ridge. Then he waits, every minute thumped by becoming more and more and more intense. Until he felt that the enemy was nearly on top of him. Then finally after what felt like hours, he notices a little green helmet. peep over the ridge. "Ah Ha!!" He silently mumbles to himself amongst the wind. Frank slowly raises his Lee-Enfield. Then he aligns the cold iron sights on the Krauts chest. Frank slowly squeezes the trigger. "Ka BOOM! The recol pushing his shoulder back an inch or so. He watches the Kraut's cold stunned face as he topples to the ground rolling down the hill. Phew!" says Frank to himself standing up to wipe the sweat off his brow. Then continues on back towards the frontlines.
Welcome to the board, Again...
~Danny
Account E-Mail: pen_turner@live.com (Yea its me again)
Name:Frank John Hughes
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Frank was born in The Bronx, New York, USA. He grew up living the life of a city kid, his dad served in WWI, but his dad died towards the ending of the war. So he was determined to enlist in the military when WWII came around. Upon enlisting he began going threw heavy training due to the shortage of troops in Europe. Then by the end of 1942 he found himself in Europe ready to fight.
Military Rank:
- Corporal
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Frank can't shake the feeling that he is being followed. He find shim self jerking around scared stiff that he could be ambushed from behind any minute. Breaking through his layer of being scared stiff he devises a plan. Frank decides that he is going to go to the highest point on the near ridge that he can find. So he creeps over the ridge and quickly ducks down to the safety of some brush on the other side not but 10-15 feet down the ridge. Then he gets himself in position to where he can see anyone who comes over the ridge looking for him. Clearing the thick thorny brush out of his way he finally gets a good view of the ridge. Then he waits, every minute thumped by becoming more and more and more intense. Until he felt that the enemy was nearly on top of him. Then finally after what felt like hours, he notices a little green helmet. peep over the ridge. "Ah Ha!!" He silently mumbles to himself amongst the wind. Frank slowly raises his Lee-Enfield. Then he aligns the cold iron sights on the Krauts chest. Frank slowly squeezes the trigger. "Ka BOOM! The recol pushing his shoulder back an inch or so. He watches the Kraut's cold stunned face as he topples to the ground rolling down the hill. Phew!" says Frank to himself standing up to wipe the sweat off his brow. Then continues on back towards the frontlines.