Post by Joel Trifilio on Nov 24, 2008 0:37:56 GMT -5
Username: Fratello (Awaiting account approval)
Character Name: Joel Trifilio
Rank: Private
What Army Will You Serve Beneath?: Royal Italian Army (Nazi/German Army)
Nationality: Italian
Character History:
Joel was a simple country Italian from the Alpines. He didn't care for much except his father. His mother didn't really pay that much attention to him, but his father always encouraged him to do what he wanted. He was a pacifist, as was his whole family. Not a single one of them even contemplating the thought of war. But one day when he heard of the agreement between Italy and Germany he thought he should defend his country. Not for the ideas, but to make himself feel like he truly had his father's support on anything he did. His family ridiculed him calling him "barbaric" and "as bad as Hilter". But he didn't care. His father never said anything but praise to his son. So he enlisted without his whole family's approval, except his father and that suited him just fine.
Writing Sample:
His teeth kept chattering. Like some kind of squirrel. chatterchatterchatterchatterchatter. "What's your problem?" A private said "I just wanted to prove my family wrong. I'm not bad. I'm fighting for them! They probably wouldn't miss me if I died!" Joel answered "What kind of talk is that? They probably just say tha- BLECH!" The private was cut off by stepping into a pile of dung "SICK! *sniff* OH IT'S IN MY SOCKS!" He gagged but then gained his composure and continued "Anyways I was saying they probably are just saying that so you won't go. I mean, who would go without their families support? They don't want anything to happen to you. I got a little girl back home who keeps trying to scare me so I won't go. It's so cute, she always says "Daddy the Americans will take th- EUGH!" This time he wasn't caught off by dung, but sniper fire instead. Blood splattered on Joel and he immediately grabbed the ammo from the private's pocket and ran to the nearest shelter. Breathing heavily, he realized how fast a life can be taken. But holding back fear and tears, he held his breath, stood up and fired his gun while sobbing. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything except his father.
I hope I get approved@
Accepted
Yeah! Another Italian! Welcome to the board Mr. Joel Trifillio.
~Antonio
Character Name: Joel Trifilio
Rank: Private
What Army Will You Serve Beneath?: Royal Italian Army (Nazi/German Army)
Nationality: Italian
Character History:
Joel was a simple country Italian from the Alpines. He didn't care for much except his father. His mother didn't really pay that much attention to him, but his father always encouraged him to do what he wanted. He was a pacifist, as was his whole family. Not a single one of them even contemplating the thought of war. But one day when he heard of the agreement between Italy and Germany he thought he should defend his country. Not for the ideas, but to make himself feel like he truly had his father's support on anything he did. His family ridiculed him calling him "barbaric" and "as bad as Hilter". But he didn't care. His father never said anything but praise to his son. So he enlisted without his whole family's approval, except his father and that suited him just fine.
Writing Sample:
His teeth kept chattering. Like some kind of squirrel. chatterchatterchatterchatterchatter. "What's your problem?" A private said "I just wanted to prove my family wrong. I'm not bad. I'm fighting for them! They probably wouldn't miss me if I died!" Joel answered "What kind of talk is that? They probably just say tha- BLECH!" The private was cut off by stepping into a pile of dung "SICK! *sniff* OH IT'S IN MY SOCKS!" He gagged but then gained his composure and continued "Anyways I was saying they probably are just saying that so you won't go. I mean, who would go without their families support? They don't want anything to happen to you. I got a little girl back home who keeps trying to scare me so I won't go. It's so cute, she always says "Daddy the Americans will take th- EUGH!" This time he wasn't caught off by dung, but sniper fire instead. Blood splattered on Joel and he immediately grabbed the ammo from the private's pocket and ran to the nearest shelter. Breathing heavily, he realized how fast a life can be taken. But holding back fear and tears, he held his breath, stood up and fired his gun while sobbing. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything except his father.
I hope I get approved@
Accepted
Yeah! Another Italian! Welcome to the board Mr. Joel Trifillio.
~Antonio