Post by Holt Already registered on Nov 10, 2008 15:47:53 GMT -5
Username: holt
Character Name: John Holt
Rank: Corporal
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: American
Character History:
Staff Notes:
Character Name: John Holt
Rank: Corporal
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: American
Character History:
John Holt grew up in Durham, North Carolina. He was an orphan by the age of 12, losing both his parents in a car crash, a week after losing them he moved in with his grandparents. Around the age of 17 his friends began to enlist in the army which got him thinking about it. When he 18 and was out of high school he knew he and his grandparents couldn't pay for college so he decided to join the army.Writing Sample:
Holt's mind flashed to the day he had learned of his parents deaths. He remembered how overcome with grief he had been and how he thought it unfair for him to lose them after 12 of never being apart from them for more than a day or two.Approved/Denied?: Approved
Holt thought he heard footsteps and suddenly his mind flashed back to the current situation. He had been trapped behind enemy lines and was trying to make his way back to the Allied lines. He had left at around 1300 hours and had been traveling for around 3 hours. As he kept low to the ground he once again looked behind him. Unfortunately all he saw was the familiar eerie fog that had engulfed the field since 1000 hours.
In his head he kept thinking There must be someone behind me. I know it, ever since i had crossed the stream there have been twigs snapping and leaves rustling in the windless night. Right as the thought was swimming across his mind he heard the crack of a stick. He turned sharply around and cursed under his breath. He then wished he hadn't left his ammunition behind.
At 1500 hours he saw the familiar tents and foxholes of the Allied camps only to find them deserted. Holt then muttered," Damn, the Krauts must've beat me here." Holt quickly looked around and searched for any ammo or weapons he could find. All he found was 48 Thompson rounds, an M1 Garand clip, and a fully loaded Colt .45.
Holt continued traveling until at dawn he finally made it to the allied camps. Upon arriving he was greeted by the same soldiers he had grown accustomed to.
"Hey Holt, we thought you were dead. He he sun of a gun where were ya?" Hunter, One of his best friends from NC, asked.
"Well you leaving me and all didn't help." Holt replied jokingly "Hey you might wanna check my tail for krauts. I've had the feeling I'm being followed ever since I left."
Just as he finished the sentence a sentry's voice rang out,"Krauts!"
"Well looks like you brought company. Lets show them some good ol' fashioned Southern hospitality." Hunter said flashing a grin.
"Lets." Holt responded as he and the men rushed to defend their position.
Staff Notes:
Overall decent application, though short bio, welcome aboard Corporal!
~Austin!