First Sergeant Williams, Marine Corps

[♠1st Sergeant Williams]

Character Name: Nicholas Williams
Rank: First Sergeant
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: American
Character History:

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Nicholas was born in 1918 in Chicago Illinois. His father was a in the US Army 82nd Airborne division, by the name of Brian Williams. His mother, a latina housewife named Karissa.

Nick wasn't really one of the smartest kids on the block, but he definately was one of the toughest. When he was 13, he joined a gang, and not just any gang, Al Capones gang.

He started off as a simple thief and drug dealer, doing the small dirty work, such as stealing drug supplies and valuables in peoples homes. By the age of 15, he had become more well known, and became one of the Loan Sharks in Capones mob. On top of this, he was a great marksmen, and became a bodyguard as well.

Years passed, and Nick wanted out. He knew if he confronted any member about it, he would die, after all, blood in blood out.

From his 18th to 20th year, he slowly started to 'Fade away', and joined the United States Marines on his 20th birthday as an escape.

He became a sniper, and a spy, but would commonly preform regular infantry work as well. When he was 23, Williams spent half a year in a Nazi concentration camp. He escaped, after breaking a guards neck, and disguising himself as a Nazi and left the man in his place.

Freeing as many men from the concentration camp as he could, this proved as a distraction, just in case he would be caught, and led several to follow him to an Army camp.

He returned to an American Army camp three weeks later, starved and half dead. He spent a week in the hospital, with a terrible fever.

After a weeks time, he was better, and shipped out to his old Marine brigade. After his escape, he was promoted for leading any men from the concentration camp back to the base that had survived.

He spent a month in training again, simply because after half a year, his Commanding Officer wanted to make sure he was still in good condition. Now a 26 year old First Sergeant, Williams preforms his duties to ensure a win in World War II.

Writing Sample:

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…

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Williams was sent on yet another mission, and it was simple, assassinate the officer in charge of a batallion several miles away. Armed with his Colt M1911 (Colt .45), his M1 Carbine equipped with a sniper scope, the standard K-BAR (Knife), a few Frag Grenades, and a shovel.

'Shit...' thought Williams, as he moved through the forest, thinking either he was paranoid or being followed. The mission was a success, the Nazi Lt. was dead, but if his suspicions were right, he could be also..

'Crack'.. The noise rang through his ears, as he stepped on a branch while he was thinking. 'Alright, I'm definately being followed.' Williams whispered to himself, getting that weird feeling.

Slinging his M1 over his shoulder, his arms grew tired from carrying it, and Williams squatted low, pulling out a map and compass.

'Alright, so I've gone north for around 6 miles so far, I need to head north... east now...' thought Williams, as he faced North East.

'Crack'. The noise rang loudly through his ears, and this time, it wasn't him. Dropping the map and compass, he grabbed his M1, and ducked down low as he ran to a nearby tree as cover. Scoping out the area, Nicholas saw the man, armed with a Karbiner 98k, and saw the mans lips move, most likely saying 'Shit'.

Holding his breath, Williams aimed at the mans head, and prepared to pull the trigger, but lost his aim as the man passed by a tree. 'Damnit!' thought Williams, waiting for the mans head to reappear. 'I'm a good 3 miles away, and unless I get rid of this guy now, who knows what he'll radio in..' said Nick to himself.

'BANG'. A loud noise and the flash from his rifle gave away his position as he shot a single bullet at the man, who let his head slip out.

The mans legs simply fell out from under him as he collapsed, dead.

Slinging the gun back over his shoulder, picking up the compass and map, and walked off north east, sighing with relief. 'Time for the rest of this long ass walk'... thought Williams.

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

Welcome to the board you have great writing abilities, and I enjoy reading your writing. Also if you are willing I would love to offer you the place of First Sergeant in the 101st Airborne. I need a decent 1st Sergeant like you to help me out with the division.