Ricco Moretti -Application

[Aldo Moretti]

Username: Italianpride
Character Name: Ricco Moretti
Rank: Private first class
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: Italian
Character History:

"My name is Ricco Moretti, I was born in Sicily, lived there for about 9 years of my life, Then my Father, Guilio Moretti, brought me, my Mother, Adia Moretti, and my older brother and sister, Alberto and Donia, to America, to the librity city, New York.

I have never seen anything so beautiful, the tall buildings, the fancy lights, the noises, and the people!

And yet, all at the same time, i have never seen anything so ugly, so terrible, the constant dept of my father, the loan sharks terrorizing my family and everyone else who lived near us.

Finally, when my father made enough money, he decided it should be me who learned full english, Alberto shuned me for that, and Donia supported me all of the way, they only got to learn only a bit of english.

At the age of 41, my father, died of a heart attack, docters say it was from stress, i did not dissagree, i was only 15 at that time, and i knew how hard my boss pushed him, how rough the loan sharks were with him.

About a year ago i was 18, and my mother was really sick, from depresstion my guess is, my sister couldnt get a job, from her lack of english, and i was a shoe maker, i realized i needed more money, and fast.

After a few mounths of petty thefts, i was finally caught, either charged with 15 years of prison, or go in the escalating war in europe, and i was only 19, i never thought the true threat of war, they needed guys who spoke italian, so why shouldnt i be the guy to help gain the trust of the italian resistance in Sicily.

Now, in the 101st airbourne division, i head back to the motherland.

Who says you cant go home?

Writing Sample:

-11:53 pm-

Ricco struggled, with his parachute, trying to force it off, he whisper to himself, "This is great, this is f**king great"

He then finally got the damn thing off, he quickly looked around, he found out that he is in the country side of sicily, "Welcome home" he told himself

he slung his M1 Grand over his shoulder and walked off in the middle of the dead dirt road, at this time he started to feel less and less sure of himself, he had the feeling as if some one had there eyes on him, he knelt down low there, letting his neurve get the best of him, and quickly crawled off into a near by field.

He stood up in the field to see how far deep he when into there, most of the field was burnt down, it was easy to make out a small house with a barn next to it, "looks like home for the night" he said to himself.

As he neared the house he looked back at the field, getting the same feeling of being watched, he quickly drew his M1 Grand and aimed at the feild, "who is out there?"

He slowly backed up, still facing the field, to the house, when he felt the door agenst his back he quickly turned around and opend the door and enterd the house, carlessly slamming the door behind him, "Oh...Damn" realizing what he had just done.

He slung his rifle around his shoulder again and climed the old stairs to the top floor of the house, he entered the only bedroom of the house when he got to the top, he took off his jacket, gentely placed his rifle agenst a book shelf, and set sat up agenst the wall on the bed, slowly dozing off.

-4 hours later- 2:55 am

Ricco awoke to a ticklish feeling agenst his fingers, he quickly grabed what ever it was, just to see it was a teddy bear, "hmmm, poor kid..." he grunted to himself, seeing two bullet holes in the plush toy.

He did not want to fall asleep again, he already felt stupid enough, even if he wanted to he wouldnt, as he heard a noise down stairs, he quickly grabbed his M1 Grand and had it at the ready, slowly walking down the stairs.

The last thing he heard was a loud CRACK.

The last thing he felt was the object making that noise agenst his back, "Errouf" he grunted hitting the ground hard.

-15 minutes later- 3:03 am-

He awoke, again, his hands bound this time, he slowly shook his head to regain his sight, "Ohhh..what the?" He looked around, seeing 3 men around him, two held a make shift rifle and his M1 Grand to his torso, while the other went threw his jacket, he left behind, "Who the hell are you?"

One of them said in italian, "What did he say?"

He replied, in italian aswell, "You the resistance?"

They all jumped back, as one said, "How the?!"

-later- 3:12 am

After hard explination, of how he was blown off course, and how he was here to help, the 3 men agreed to help him.
They gave him some water and a few extra munitions, "thats all we can give you, kind sir, you will be back with more help, yes?" one asked.

"I promise i will be back, with more allies to help" Ricco replied.

"Good! Good!" the other said opening the back door, "Threw this way, you should reach safty in a few hours"

"Thank you" he said, heading out the door, he whisperd back in english, "god i do wish i can help them..."

-3 hours later- 6:34 am-

Ricco heard a jeep coming towards his location, he jumps into the near by ditch.
He then sees the allied star on the front of the jeep and jumps out infront of it waving his arms, "Right here! im right here!"

the jeep slams on the breaks, the driver shouts "Jesus!"

Ricco quickly runs up to the jeep, "Man! Its great to see you guys!"

the only other passenger says, "Who the hell are you?"

"Private First Class Ricco Moretti of the 101st Airbourne division" He said quickly and saluted.

"Yea yea, we were looking for someone by that name, hop in, we should go tell the commander that we found one of the lost boys" the passenger said dusting his shirt off, with his jacket un-buttend.

"There others?" Ricco asked.

"Yea, we cant seem to find them, they might be in trouble, come on, were going to send out a rescue team to find them, and you can help" The passenger said taking his helmet off and scracthing his head, then fixing his neat brown hair.

"Yippie" Ricco said sarcasticly, hoping in the back of the jeep.

The other two soilders just laughed and the driver turned the jeep around and headed back to base.

Approved/Denied?: Neither Yet
Staff Notes:

The way I see it, this Application isn't the Best, but seeing as you are only applying for the Rank of Private First Class, I suppose it is Acceptable.

You do, though, Need to make an account.

In any event, Approved. But be sure to make an account so that i can Approve it!!

~Furey Campellone