Post by elando on Jun 23, 2008 5:12:02 GMT -5
Good day. This is very good. However, we aren't giving officers ranks to newcomers anymore, otherwise we would be flooded with officers and no one to command. I will give you the rank of Colour Sergeant, the equivalent to Staff Sergeant. I also have one minor note, the British refer to their paratroopers as paras. Otherwise, welcome to the board.
~DvB
Actually I think and really enjor your application and I think we could let just this one application slip so I accept you as a Captain!!
~Austin!
Character Name: Andrew Hallam
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
UK
Character History:
Andrew was a blacksmith working in the small town of Claydon before the war. Once Hitler invaded Poland and the British army was called to forfill their promise of joining the war, Andrew joined up at the age of 23. He signed up at the recruitment office in Ipswich and was posted to the nearest Army base.
After only a few weeks of training he was apparently "Ready to Slay the Huns" but Andrew wanted to be more than just cannon fodder. Not long after, the RAF began their training of paratroopers. Either out of stupidity, some said, or by bravery, Andrew signed up. He soon joined the 1st Airborne Devision and participated in numorous glider and parachute missions. To date he has recieved only two injurys, one from a stray piece of shrapnel to his upper arm, the second from a dodgey jump that left him with a dislocated ankle.
Military Rank:
Captain but I would go down to Sergeant if Captain isn't a viable option.
Physical description:
Short brown hair, green eyes, brown tash. Quite stocky in build and is quite tall. Wears the standard issue british paratrooper fall or summer camo with red beret.
Company:
I'd be enclined to join the 101st Airborne so I'm not alone on this. If not setting up a British company would be good.
Writing Sample:
Scenario:You are in the middle of two German MG42's and have nothing but a grenade and bolt action rifle. There are 4 soldiers 1 in each nest and one one each side of you with MP40's. WHat would your character do? HOw would he respond?
OOC: I'm sorry that it's in first person but once I had read the rules and started to change it, it didn't sound as good so I've kept it in first person. I also prefer to write in this tense.
"Jesus christ." I yelled as I dived for the cover of a shell crater. I landed in the sopping wet crater and pushed my back against it as the hail of fire from the MG-42 wizzed overhead. The assault was looking bleak. Corporals Jacob and Cutting had taken one in the neck as we'd burst through the headrow while Private Willis and James were both cut down from the first hail of fire.
I had seen Private Styles dive into the mortor hole beside mine. I called out to him, but there was no answer.
Suddenly the hail of fire stopped. I peered over the top of the mortor hole and saw the Jerries reloading the steaming MG-42 while the others kept watch. Within seconds the bullets came flying again. I ducked down and waited for their next reload. I retrieved my last hand grenade from my bandolier. The fuse was only five seconds long so I had to time it just right.
As soon as the bullets stopped flying I yanked out the safty pin and lobbed the grenade toward the nest. "Scheize! Grenadea!" The dull thud of the grenade went off and that was my signal to charge. I unslung my Enfield and pushed myself out of the mortar hole.
The two Jerries with the Mp-40's were too busy looking in horror at their dead commrades to notice me as I ran to the left of the MG nest. As I neared the left side of the nest where the slit trench was the Jerry turned to enage me. I ran to the trench and kicked him in the head as I jumped in.
He went down like a ton of bricks and I sat with my back to the wall as the second Soldier fired at me with his MP-40. As the bullets stopped I heard a low tinkling sound beside me. I looked down to see a stick grenade beside me. "Shit!" I yelled, lobbing it back over the trench.
The grenade exploded in mid-air, sending shrapnel hailing down. Suddenly a sharp pain shot up my leg. I winced and looked down to see a lump of shrapnel imbedded in my leg. Wincing from the pain, I limped round to the MG nest, staying half crouched incase the Jerry thought he'd have another go at me.
I shoulded my rifle as I limped round the corner of the trench. Slowly I rounded the corner to find the Soldier sitting, back against the trench with a piece of shrapnel imbedded in his helmet, cluctching his machine gun close to him. Relieved I sat up on the edge of the trench and retrieved my pipe.
Tapping the end I lit it and started to puff away. Minites later Private Styles popped his head up over the mortar hole. "Oh ready to fight the huns now are we?" I shouted to him. He slinked over to me, wincing at the dead germans that lay strewn in the muddy trench. "Couldn't fix up my leg there old chap?" I said to him, as I puffed away on my pipe. The smoking seemed to ease the pain and take my mind off it. Private Styles nodded and stutted a "yes, Sir." as he retrieved his medical kit and set to work removing the shrapnel.
"Bloody replacements" I thought as the Private set to work and the low rumble of the shermans sounded in the distance...
~DvB
Actually I think and really enjor your application and I think we could let just this one application slip so I accept you as a Captain!!
~Austin!
Character Name: Andrew Hallam
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
UK
Character History:
Andrew was a blacksmith working in the small town of Claydon before the war. Once Hitler invaded Poland and the British army was called to forfill their promise of joining the war, Andrew joined up at the age of 23. He signed up at the recruitment office in Ipswich and was posted to the nearest Army base.
After only a few weeks of training he was apparently "Ready to Slay the Huns" but Andrew wanted to be more than just cannon fodder. Not long after, the RAF began their training of paratroopers. Either out of stupidity, some said, or by bravery, Andrew signed up. He soon joined the 1st Airborne Devision and participated in numorous glider and parachute missions. To date he has recieved only two injurys, one from a stray piece of shrapnel to his upper arm, the second from a dodgey jump that left him with a dislocated ankle.
Military Rank:
Captain but I would go down to Sergeant if Captain isn't a viable option.
Physical description:
Short brown hair, green eyes, brown tash. Quite stocky in build and is quite tall. Wears the standard issue british paratrooper fall or summer camo with red beret.
Company:
I'd be enclined to join the 101st Airborne so I'm not alone on this. If not setting up a British company would be good.
Writing Sample:
Scenario:You are in the middle of two German MG42's and have nothing but a grenade and bolt action rifle. There are 4 soldiers 1 in each nest and one one each side of you with MP40's. WHat would your character do? HOw would he respond?
OOC: I'm sorry that it's in first person but once I had read the rules and started to change it, it didn't sound as good so I've kept it in first person. I also prefer to write in this tense.
"Jesus christ." I yelled as I dived for the cover of a shell crater. I landed in the sopping wet crater and pushed my back against it as the hail of fire from the MG-42 wizzed overhead. The assault was looking bleak. Corporals Jacob and Cutting had taken one in the neck as we'd burst through the headrow while Private Willis and James were both cut down from the first hail of fire.
I had seen Private Styles dive into the mortor hole beside mine. I called out to him, but there was no answer.
Suddenly the hail of fire stopped. I peered over the top of the mortor hole and saw the Jerries reloading the steaming MG-42 while the others kept watch. Within seconds the bullets came flying again. I ducked down and waited for their next reload. I retrieved my last hand grenade from my bandolier. The fuse was only five seconds long so I had to time it just right.
As soon as the bullets stopped flying I yanked out the safty pin and lobbed the grenade toward the nest. "Scheize! Grenadea!" The dull thud of the grenade went off and that was my signal to charge. I unslung my Enfield and pushed myself out of the mortar hole.
The two Jerries with the Mp-40's were too busy looking in horror at their dead commrades to notice me as I ran to the left of the MG nest. As I neared the left side of the nest where the slit trench was the Jerry turned to enage me. I ran to the trench and kicked him in the head as I jumped in.
He went down like a ton of bricks and I sat with my back to the wall as the second Soldier fired at me with his MP-40. As the bullets stopped I heard a low tinkling sound beside me. I looked down to see a stick grenade beside me. "Shit!" I yelled, lobbing it back over the trench.
The grenade exploded in mid-air, sending shrapnel hailing down. Suddenly a sharp pain shot up my leg. I winced and looked down to see a lump of shrapnel imbedded in my leg. Wincing from the pain, I limped round to the MG nest, staying half crouched incase the Jerry thought he'd have another go at me.
I shoulded my rifle as I limped round the corner of the trench. Slowly I rounded the corner to find the Soldier sitting, back against the trench with a piece of shrapnel imbedded in his helmet, cluctching his machine gun close to him. Relieved I sat up on the edge of the trench and retrieved my pipe.
Tapping the end I lit it and started to puff away. Minites later Private Styles popped his head up over the mortar hole. "Oh ready to fight the huns now are we?" I shouted to him. He slinked over to me, wincing at the dead germans that lay strewn in the muddy trench. "Couldn't fix up my leg there old chap?" I said to him, as I puffed away on my pipe. The smoking seemed to ease the pain and take my mind off it. Private Styles nodded and stutted a "yes, Sir." as he retrieved his medical kit and set to work removing the shrapnel.
"Bloody replacements" I thought as the Private set to work and the low rumble of the shermans sounded in the distance...
