Hartley, R.T. App

[Rubes]

Username: ruben
Character Name: Ruben Tiel Hartley
Rank: Private First Class
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: American
Character History:

Born to the years following the Great War, to a US soldier and a French lady. Ruben was actually an accident at first, something neither of them wanted. So they sent him to an orphanage as soon as he was three years old. He never remembered their faces, nor did he want to remember them.

Two years of torture inside of a cold, dank orphanage led up to Ruben compacting anger and sinking into depression. This started a series of unfortunate events that he was never proud of. When Ruben was officially adopted he started school immediately, and made no friends, not caring for interaction.

Thirteen years of school, thirteen years of going through tests, grades, and constant taunts by others. No one understood, and he was not one who cared about it, school went by none the less, Ruben getting fair enough grades. Passed High School somehow, and got his drivers license. Sad thing was he was still not ready for the real world…

Two nights after graduating Ruben got in a fight with one of the people who used to antagonize him while he was a child. Naturally the man was a little more violent with nobody watching, problem was Ruben had found a weapon, sitting by him was a lead pipe. Ruben picked it up and clubbed the man, repeatedly.

When Ruben realized what exactly he had done, he panicked; thank god there was no DNA Matching or Fingerprinting. So Ruben fled the scene and did something stupid and would probably get him killed: He joined the US Army.

Writing Sample:

Alone, something watching, maybe? What was there, in the dark, waiting for the young soldier to let his guard down... Naturally Ruben was overly-jumpy, not his fault to begin with. Somehow they got a fresh recruit to get behind the enemy lines. Enough was enough though, the Private laid low for a moment. Carefully he set his ear to the ground and held his breath, listening to the rhythm of his heart beat and any abnormalities in the rhythm. Nothing? Maybe he was crazy… So he lifted his head once again and slipped off into a crouching walk, the mind was not his friend in this case, hair raising on his neck.

‘How far are the bloody lines anyways? Why in the Hell am I here,’ he thought to himself as he reached down at his belt.

Maybe he was paranoid because many people had told him odd stories about enemies attacking in the dead of night, or were they stories to scare the newer soldier out of his pants? “Maybe,,” he started as he rubbed at his head, he was getting a headache over the whole situation, sweat dripped from his forehead, even though it was fairly cool outside.

”It’s hot,” he added, talking to himself to keep calm. “Maybe the noises are the heat… Wait, can heat make noise? Ugh…”

[[OOC: Know it is not as good as my post on MWFRPG. And I appologize for the early register, at the time I was originally making this my mind was fried. XD]]

Approved/Denied?: Neither Yet
Staff Notes:

I like your writing style. Since you requested for a Private First-Class, I'll grant you the request. I think you have potential.

~Antonio