A solider's song

So I'm relatively new to Storybooks, but I thought I'd try my hand at it and see if I'm any good in setting one up.

So, basically I thought about doing a story of five soilders sharing a trench in WWII. Interested? I've thought of a few names, and please, add to my ideas!

So the MC is a lower class private:

Name- Nicholas McEwan

Nationality- Anglo-Irish

Age- 18

Appearance- Short, bulky, rough face but good green eyes.

Personality- May come across as brash but very gentle. Loves animals, especially horses. Smokes like a train. Funny.

Any more ideas then people?

Eimear xx

Name- Harry Jones

Nationality- Welsh

Age- 18

Appearance- skinny, boney, Short black hair, handsome

Personality- Sweet, flirty young gentleman who hates the fact that he is going to war. He is secretly gay which is looked down on in them times.

Im assuming that this is a British army platoon/group? either way, i think its cool, note though, that i wont post much, because i can only get on the computer once in a while, and ive got several storybooks going now.

Name: Chet McGannon

Nationality: Scottish

Age: 19

Appearance: broad as an axe-handle, medium tall, strong. looks like a country-bumpkin, but as anyone who knows him find out, he is no-one's fool.

Personality: is sharp, quick, and passionate, is a ruthless fighter, and a loyal friend

**by the way, where are we stationed? **

Name: Teddy Henderson
Age: 29
Nationality: Polish
Appearance: Short but very fast and incredibly strong. Has buzzed cut hair and a small face. Wears Thick framed Glasses.
Personality: from a glance, you might not think that he was in the war since the beginning and never seen his family for 4 years. He Respects his fellow soldiers but will give them a knock in the head if they begin to cry.
Other: Speaks german and is the offical leader of the squad.

Name-Jasse Sterling

Nationality- English*Can I be that?*

Age- 19

Appearance- Personally this is a girl in the army but no one knows, jet!*^_^* Short cut but not to short. Brown hair, Yellow-green eyes.

Personality- Technically not to care at points but is very compassionate. That may be her undoing... Hard core and very out going. She'd give her life for a friend any day.

Other: Enrolled accident... Her parents think any ways....

This could be extremely interesting.

Name: Nathaniel Winters

Nationality: Pure Brit

Age- 22

Appearance- Tall, with brown eyes and hair, and the embarrassing tendency to freckle.

Personality- Scatterbrained and shy. Tends to zone out every now and then.

Other- Has a two year old daughter back at home. He’s not sure were her mother ran off to, but he worries.

Name- Dylan MacKenzie

Nationality- Irish

Age- 19

Appearance- Tall and skinny, blond hair and blue eyes.

Personality- Friendly and somewhat happy-go-lucky, with a manic streak to him. He's a compulsive gambler, drinker and smoker (in true Irish fashion )

Other: Operates as the squad's sapper (engineer).

Can we start?

I think we can.

Alright, I'll set the scene...perhaps it should be World War One instead? I thought they could be situated in a French town- West Outre, fighting the Germans on a stretch of contryside 'a no man's land' between the two.

The men have just arrived. Tensions begin to arise over the officers and privates since the trenchs have been left in such a state after the last company. Feel free to let your character get into fights.

Let the battle commence.....

Jasse Sterling-

Jasse ducked as a bullet whizzed by her head. She sometimes didn't like this situation but it got her adrenaline up and she liked that part. She took down another recruit.

"Hey! Sterling! Keep your head on!"

"Sorry. You okay?" She asked, scratching the back of her head. The short hair itched.

"What was that?" The boy said.
(remember my character's a girl in disguise )

"It was a fucking bullet, that's what it was," growled a grim voice from behind. Nicohlas seized Sterling by the arm, and for a moment he seemed to stare, mesmerised by the recruits appearance.

"Just try and stay alive, won't you?" he spat, turning on his heel and following the rest of the ranks into their muddy prison.

**just a couple of pointers on combat, first off: bullets move faster than sound. you can not duck or dodge them...(unless you're Neo), another, by the time you get to these trenches, you would know what a bullet sounds like.,**

C. McGannon, Corporal:

Looking up from his post, he heard a shout,

"We're going over the top!" shouted someone, and i heard a long whistle, me and the other men in our sector of the trench scrambles up make-shift pathways.

as soon as we hit the top, two of our crew died, and you could hear the chatter of machine-gun bullets slapping the mud. We ran across the field, using anything and everything as cover. Trees, hills, artillery craters, bodies of the fallen, all served our offensive, but all to soon, our number where dwindling, only three of our original crew were still standing, half a dozen dead, and the rest lay screaming on the barren landscape, and I could see that it wazs much the same for the rest of our comrades.

**Nicholas McEwan, Officer

I followed behind, my gun almost slipping in my hands from sweat, or something else that was ozzing out of my palms. Blood.

Bang.

I shot out into the distance, an arm of another solider, man, soul- it didn't matter now that we were out here in hell, grabbed me and hauled me into a pit of mud. I spat it out and looked to above. The sky was immense, huge white clouds with their bellies stained with black floating gloatingly above. I could barely distinguish the shouts and crack of ammunition from the pounding of horses' hooves in my head.


"McGannon!" I yelled "Take the lead!"

~Nathaniel~

I launched myself into the field with about as much enthusiasm as I could muster. It was not that I was eager to fight. I just needed to be out of the trench, and the adrenalin had me in its thrall.

Almost immediately, I was knocked down. Not by a bullet, but by the falling body of the man who had gone before me.

The ground was completely mud, and it had not even rained recently. After a moment of stunned revulsion, I scrambled forward on my belly, trying to escape as much as trying to reach the next trench.

**this sound like fun ^_^ ***

Name: Yesenya Angel Ramon>>> call her by any of them

Nationality:American

age:19

appearance:straight, black hair (usually has it a bun or braid), tan skin, brown eyes, tall.

personality:loves to joke, will save anyone at any cost. loves to laugh and enjoys the battle field.

other: everyone knows she's a girl and they don't mind because she has proven herself.

***yeah so uh, can someone bring me?***