Post by lewisgreen on Sept 7, 2008 2:25:52 GMT -5
Character Name: Lewis Green
Rank: Captain
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : UK
Nationality: English
Character History:
Lewis Green was born in the rolling hills of Lincolnshire, under the constant drone of aeroplanes in the county’s numerous aerodromes in 1916. His life was full of action from the year dot, his father being a Sergeant in the British Army, a veteran from the Great War of 1914, and it was apparent that he wished for his only son to follow his footsteps, and join the Army.
He lived a relatively normal life, one not that different from many other living in that part of England. Apart from the fact that his father taught him how to shoot, how to hunt, how to live off of the land and many other military skills, he could have been any other school-boy. And as a school boy, he was extremely talented, coming in the top few percentile of every test given to him. Without a doubt, he was talented, but he wasn’t one to admit it. One of the things that stuck with him, though, was when one of his tutors said that if he was to enter the military, to go into an Officers academy.
He did and more than excelled the expectations upon him, entering into Sandhurst military Officers school, and passing with fling colours, graduating into the British Army, Captain. Soon after graduation, he was thrown into Dunkirk, acting commander for the 6th Infantry Division during the terrible debacle that was the retreat that followed. In those few weeks he spent on the mainland, he saw many a horrific sight that forced the young man to grow up quicker than one should, to see the world in the light it truly was. He saw men, crying for their mothers, trying to scoop their intestines back into their split bellies, his boots were almost constantly coated in blood, and unfortunately, quite often it was that of his friends.
Within weeks of returning to England, he was approached by an officer, a certain Lieutenant David Stirling about joining an experimental division he was setting up for special operations behind enemy lines – the SAS. Intrigued, he joined and was presented with several months of hard testing and training, pushing his body and mind to the limit, several times he considered quitting, but he realised it was his opportunity to help end the war quickly. He simply wanted to get through it and return to his previous life in Lincolnshire, no wars, ne Germans just a certain sense of freedom.
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…
A crackle. What is it? A bird, a fox, a tree, or a German? It could just as easily be any of them, but only one was worth worrying about. If one of Hitler’s finest was lurking in the trees just feet from the nose of Cpt. Green, it wasn’t going to be a nice day out for either of them. Indeed, it could get quite messy.
The Englishman brought the Sten gun up, securely gripping the rotatable magazine in his right hand and threading his finger through the small trigger guard. He kept the butt retracted, no need for any extra problems, and he wanted to minimise the profile he gave out. Staying hidden wasn’t just about blending in colours, admittedly that was a big part, seeing as a bright-pink parachute would stand out in a forest, but also hiding shape and distorting what was on show.
That’s where the Ghillie suit came into effect, changing the shape of him in the dark shadows and folds of the material, in the half-light of the forest, he was damn-near invisible. He carefully put a foot forward, lightly probing the ground first before placing weight onto his boot. He repeated with his other foot slowly moving around the bush in front of him, keeping his body and shoulders hunched and his Sten gun hidden from view, even though the dark metal of the barrel was hard to see, it was still an unnatural shape in the surroundings.
He stopped for a second, thinking before reaching down carefully and wrapping the fingers of his hand over the hilt of his knife sheathed on his belt. He slowly pulled it out of the leather and re-gripped the magazine with the knife balanced underneath. If the enemy came, it would be all too easy to switch between shooting and stabbing.
He heard it again, the same rustling noise, and ahead of him, he saw the cause, rushing between the trees. A grim smile spread across his face as it moved barely a yard in front of his face. He dived, letting the Sten gun fall on its sling, slapping against his back as his arm wrapped around the target and the knife slit through the neck, tearing the windpipe clean off and causing the body to fall limp.
He stood back up and held the lifeless form of the chicken in his hand. He plucked the tiny radio off of his belt and spoke into the cutting-edge technology it represented. ”Meat’s back on the menu, boys!”
Aproved/Denied:Aproved!
Staff Notes: Well we do have a CO Cool down in affect which means no more officers at the moment. But I really like your application and think I can let just the one slide. Due to the lack of an active Captain on this board. COnsider your self lucky, Welcome!
~Austin!
Rank: Captain
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : UK
Nationality: English
Character History:
Lewis Green was born in the rolling hills of Lincolnshire, under the constant drone of aeroplanes in the county’s numerous aerodromes in 1916. His life was full of action from the year dot, his father being a Sergeant in the British Army, a veteran from the Great War of 1914, and it was apparent that he wished for his only son to follow his footsteps, and join the Army.
He lived a relatively normal life, one not that different from many other living in that part of England. Apart from the fact that his father taught him how to shoot, how to hunt, how to live off of the land and many other military skills, he could have been any other school-boy. And as a school boy, he was extremely talented, coming in the top few percentile of every test given to him. Without a doubt, he was talented, but he wasn’t one to admit it. One of the things that stuck with him, though, was when one of his tutors said that if he was to enter the military, to go into an Officers academy.
He did and more than excelled the expectations upon him, entering into Sandhurst military Officers school, and passing with fling colours, graduating into the British Army, Captain. Soon after graduation, he was thrown into Dunkirk, acting commander for the 6th Infantry Division during the terrible debacle that was the retreat that followed. In those few weeks he spent on the mainland, he saw many a horrific sight that forced the young man to grow up quicker than one should, to see the world in the light it truly was. He saw men, crying for their mothers, trying to scoop their intestines back into their split bellies, his boots were almost constantly coated in blood, and unfortunately, quite often it was that of his friends.
Within weeks of returning to England, he was approached by an officer, a certain Lieutenant David Stirling about joining an experimental division he was setting up for special operations behind enemy lines – the SAS. Intrigued, he joined and was presented with several months of hard testing and training, pushing his body and mind to the limit, several times he considered quitting, but he realised it was his opportunity to help end the war quickly. He simply wanted to get through it and return to his previous life in Lincolnshire, no wars, ne Germans just a certain sense of freedom.
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…
A crackle. What is it? A bird, a fox, a tree, or a German? It could just as easily be any of them, but only one was worth worrying about. If one of Hitler’s finest was lurking in the trees just feet from the nose of Cpt. Green, it wasn’t going to be a nice day out for either of them. Indeed, it could get quite messy.
The Englishman brought the Sten gun up, securely gripping the rotatable magazine in his right hand and threading his finger through the small trigger guard. He kept the butt retracted, no need for any extra problems, and he wanted to minimise the profile he gave out. Staying hidden wasn’t just about blending in colours, admittedly that was a big part, seeing as a bright-pink parachute would stand out in a forest, but also hiding shape and distorting what was on show.
That’s where the Ghillie suit came into effect, changing the shape of him in the dark shadows and folds of the material, in the half-light of the forest, he was damn-near invisible. He carefully put a foot forward, lightly probing the ground first before placing weight onto his boot. He repeated with his other foot slowly moving around the bush in front of him, keeping his body and shoulders hunched and his Sten gun hidden from view, even though the dark metal of the barrel was hard to see, it was still an unnatural shape in the surroundings.
He stopped for a second, thinking before reaching down carefully and wrapping the fingers of his hand over the hilt of his knife sheathed on his belt. He slowly pulled it out of the leather and re-gripped the magazine with the knife balanced underneath. If the enemy came, it would be all too easy to switch between shooting and stabbing.
He heard it again, the same rustling noise, and ahead of him, he saw the cause, rushing between the trees. A grim smile spread across his face as it moved barely a yard in front of his face. He dived, letting the Sten gun fall on its sling, slapping against his back as his arm wrapped around the target and the knife slit through the neck, tearing the windpipe clean off and causing the body to fall limp.
He stood back up and held the lifeless form of the chicken in his hand. He plucked the tiny radio off of his belt and spoke into the cutting-edge technology it represented. ”Meat’s back on the menu, boys!”
Aproved/Denied:Aproved!
Staff Notes: Well we do have a CO Cool down in affect which means no more officers at the moment. But I really like your application and think I can let just the one slide. Due to the lack of an active Captain on this board. COnsider your self lucky, Welcome!
~Austin!