Post by Jason on Dec 10, 2009 5:37:28 GMT -5
Username: Scratch
Character Name: Jason Morgan
Rank: Lance Corporal
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: English(British)
Character History:
Staff Notes:
Character Name: Jason Morgan
Rank: Lance Corporal
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: English(British)
Character History:
Jason Morgan was born in September of 1915, in Liverpool. His parents were also British. His father was a military engineer, and his mather was a military medic.Writing Sample:
This means that Jason soon started hearing stories from his father about the military world, and started to become interested in beeing a soldier like him.
When the 1st World War arrived, Jason stayed with his grand mother, whiled his parents had to serve the british army. Fortunately, his parents managed to survive the war unharmed.
Jason had a normal childhood. He was very smart, but he didn't care very much about the school, so his marks were just normal... He liked to go out with his friends and he loved flirting.
He was handsome, with brown curly long hair, brown eyes and a pretty face. He was 14 on this time.
He was a funny person, sociable, sincere and a bit pervy.
His favourite subject was physical education. His father always kept an eye on his fitness, because he also wanted his son to be a soldier like him.
He was able to complete Key Stage 4 and after that he began to serve the british army...
Jason was in a mission of infiltration.Approved/Denied?: Approved
His objective was to infiltrate in one of the enemy trenches, kill their commander and retire quietly.
It was midnight, and everyone was sleeping. Jason was walking between the enemy soldiers confidently, but always conscious that if he was cought by a single enemy, he was a dead man. Jason walked silently moving very slowly, looking every room he found.
His weapon was a silenced STEN and a silenced Colt 1911. Jason also had with him a knife and some smoke and detonation grenades...
Finally, Jason found the room where the commander was sleeping. He closed the door silently and drew his silenced colt. He pointed to the head of the commander and shot 3 bullets.
Then he slowly walked away from the body, opened up the door and walked away, silently and slowly...
Jason was walking away in the direction of the exit when he saw a shadow on the floor. Jason drew his STEN and turned back quickly, pointing his weapon to every corner and trying to find someone, but he found nothing. Jason turned back, killed the 2 guards on the exit with two headshots and run away towards exit, just stopping when he was at 500 meters from the enemy trench. Then he started walking in direction of the headquarters of the team which he was part of, always keeping in mind that shadow, and shaking each time he thought that man could come after him to avenge the enemy commander...
-Two days after the the enemy commander death-
Jason was resting in a forest, leaning against a tree. He had walking without stopping for two days, afraid of that shadow, of the "possible" enemy that could come after him. Jason woke up but he didn't stand up. He was frightened by the shadow he saw.
Keeping his calm, he breathed slowly, standed up, picked up his things and kept the STEN on his arms. He was starting to walk away when a brightness coming from a tree called Jason's attention.
Suddently he understood everything. That bright was from the metal of weapon, probably a sniper rifle!
Jason leaned himself to the right exactly at the same time at the shot. The bullet passed on the left of Jason's face, missing by milimeters.
Jason crouched and pointing the gun to the tree, shooted in full auto.
A body falls down and hits the ground violently. Jason approaches the target and pointing the gun to the target's head, he emptied the magazine on that asshole...
Staff Notes:
Quite a few mistakes with third person and other mistakes, but in a whole, good application. Currently though, we have no English units. If you would like, you could join either the 1st Armoured or the 101st Airborne as a military liason.
~Walter