Personality: Helpful, but hard especially at the gun. Occasionally drinks and knows the inner workings of a variety of guns explosives. He likes to write a lot to his mom and dad and girl back home.
History: Keith was drafted and had to leave college and sent to Fort Dix for basic and shipped to help out England at first. He was born in Battle Creek, Michigan and was studying to become a doctor. (Not very good for a guy who kind of likes guns.)
Strengths: Knowledge of guns
Weaknesses: Alcohol
Other: Prefers his nickname.
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**There's my post. So where are we in WWII? Are we in Europe towards D-day and VE Day or are we in the pacific fighting Japanese? If we're in the Pacific then I'll change Keith's history a bit.**
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We are going to start off assaulting Normandy. And Jok, Psst. Calm down. Just two more people.
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Reserving this place in order to post myself a profile. And Jok: The storybook will start soon enough. Patience, my friend. (aquaintance ... whatever ...)
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
xD
It's okay Jok. I knew you didn't mean it meanly. (Just to let you know I was on Dreamwalker's file this morning, and I ran out of time . This is for you too Dreamwalker.)
It doesn't matter Rider! Actually, I kind of feel happy now. We actually have someone who is knowing what he is doing! I only know basic things with the war, but I do know a lot about D-Day, Canadian stuff btw.
Jaden! Your character is epic!
And LaReina, I will be waiting. You are probably stuck with being an Engineer.
~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
I dont like it when you touch my files Incog, unless you do some really awesome reviews and stuff with my file.. that would be stellar.
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
Appearance: He's average height, short, messy brown hair, and blue eyes. He has a kind of quirky, lopsided grin on his face at most times, and an almost manic gleam in his eyes.
Personality: He's a happy-go-lucky type guy, and has a fondness for fun that's seen him get into trouble with his superiors on more than one occasion. He's slightly sarcastic at times, and shows minor signs of pyromania at times.
History: Jonathan was born to be an engineer, and when he joined up, no one was surprised. From a young age, he was setting traps or building dams in the forest around his family's farm, and instructing his three younger brothers in how to do so by the age of fifteen. By that age, he'd also discovered fireworks, and the only way his parents would know he'd finished building something was the small explosion in the forest that would let them know he'd promptly destroyed it. He is somewhat well-regarded after two and a half years as an engineer, known for his ability with a rifle due to his practice on his farm, as well as his instinctive knack for construction and explosives. On the other hand, he lost his one promotion to corporal after only a week, for setting off an explosive in the officers' bathroom. No one was hurt, but his captain wasn't too happy about him.
Strengths: He's good with explosives, both arming and disarming them. Also, he knows how to construct a bridge, trench, wall, fence or the like out of almost anything, and can direct even the most inexperienced, uncooperative soldier to a particular role in said construction. He's also an excellent shot with his Springfield. He's also good at drawing, one of the two reasons for his nickname.
Weaknesses: He's got very little hand to hand skill, a short attention span, and a bad tolerance for those of higher rank. As stated, he's also little manic, and that led to the second use of his nickname. While he has now managed to bring it mostly under control, his pyromania initially led to his stealing charges and putting them to use shortly afterwards. In particular, a single poorly handled attempt on an upended tank they were meant to be practising repairs on the next day saw him and two other trainees hospitalised, where one of them suggested that 'Sketch', or rather 'Sketchy' seemed to refer to both his drawing and his skill as an engineer.
Other: He doesn't smoke, but he does carry a lighter with him at all times. He's known to gamble a little, and plays cards frequently. Up for love.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
* I'm just gonna start and the two more people that need to post their profiles still can or something*
Private Jack Evans
The roar of the engines of the boat was nothing compared to the sounds of the guns. The new recruits shuffled on their feet and I went from the second row to the second back.
"why are you back here" A young private said he only looked sixteen must of been drafted in by accident.
"I'm taking my chances, to close to the front theguns will get you to far to the back and you'll get stuck"I said and a new boy at the front vomitted all over the front.
"try not to scare them to much Evans the Germans will do that for you" Smitch said a row in front of me. I smiled and laughed then suddenly the doors creacked open a bit.
"ready" the driver said he didn't waitforan answer and the metel thing fell open. As the guy in front of me was hit in the head I grabed his shoulder straps and barges through using him as a human sheild. When I was out I droped him into the water and ran forward. Keeping my head down. I saw the sixteen year old stumbling a bit and grabed him pulling him over to a shard of metal which acted as cover.
"okay kid don't waist your ammo until we get up the side.L I said and the kid nodded but a explosion happened behind him and his arms and legs blew off. A large amount if blood blew up into my face and it knocked me backwards my ears ringing. Then I felt my self being draged quickly through the sand before I was droped at a shallow hill of sand coverin us from the machine gunners but not the snipers.
"two I count two" Hiro said as my ears returned to normal.
"How many dead on your area?" The voice echoed through the staticy earphones.
"We don't have a clue yet mate." The redhead rubbed her temples.
"Newbie in the seat on field?" The voice echoed again.
"My ass," She spat, "It's Christopher,"
"Ah, so he isn't reporting to you?"
"Nope, Bye Jacob."
"Have fun," he intercepted.
"You have no idea how much paperwork that ass is going to cause me-?" The click of Jacob's radio was heard and Anne heaved a sigh.
"Women shouldn't be in armed forces, they don't have the mentality." She mumbled under her breath as she filled in boxes of information.
"What now?" a voice said behind her.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
Jenny crouched as she heard an explosion. Being the only medic in her platoon, her survival was counted on, and being hit by flying debris while standing in plain sight was not the way she wanted to die. That, of course, was not a heroes death.
Standing up just in time to catch a glimpse of flying limbs, Jenny grabbed her medical box and continued dragging it towards the Japanese Sniper, Hiro. He had already grabbed the legs of one soldier, dragging him towards a large sand pile, appearing to have covered most of a small home.
Halting her effort as she got to the boy of whom the flying limbs belonged to, she put two fingers on his neck, only to find no pulse. Quietly, she closed her eyes and put two fingers to her lips, kissing them and placing them on his. She closed his eyes, whispered a silent prayer, then continued on to Hiro and the other soldier.
Immediately she recognized the man on the ground: Private Jack Evans. During their ride here, he had made himself quite acquainted with Jen, and whenever seating was switched, he always found his right beside her. She snickered and put her hands on him, running them around to feel for blood.
"No bleeding from the outside, feel anything inside?" Jenny asked, checking his pulse quickly. He grinned widely, obviously getting ready for some joke or another. "Keep quiet for now. I'm sure your ears are rining and you're having a bit of trouble hearing me, but other than that you're fine."
Jenny stood up and looked at Hiro, then switched her gaze and turned around. Sixteen. The boy, he was only sixteen.
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
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