Post by ANDREW TRENT CARRICK on Jan 17, 2010 13:01:54 GMT -5
ANDREW TRENT CARRICK
[/font]" I AM FLAWED. BUT I'M CLEANING UP SO WELL. I AM SEEING IN ME NOW THE THINGS YOU SWORE YOU SAW YOURSELF"[/font]
FULL NAME: andrew trent carrick[/blockquote]
AGE: nineteen
MEMBER GROUP: whack jobs
GRADE: senior
BIRTH PLACE: liverpool, england
RELIGION: athiest
SEXUALITY: hetorosexual
PLAYBY:alessandro orlando de marco
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
''Do i really need to talk to you? Alright fine, 'sir'. So yeah here's the deal. I was born in Liverpool, in England. And i'm damn proud to be a scouser so don't you go messing with my accent or anything mate. You can call me drew, thats what most people call me around here. I don't mind if you call me stevie or Mr. Carrick, it's just a name. I live with my grannie in a small apartment block. I love her and all but i have to live my life you know? She has one of those nurse people to help her. So yeah, i'm a little fucked up i admit. I ain't your perfect angel but i'm happy. I hate thinking about whats going to happen next unless its something real important. I like to stick with the flow. 'Cause you know it ain't fun if you don't live life adventurous. Where are my parents you ask? Well they have their own problems. I mean he, my moms had been gone since i was young and me dads been handling his load back in England. He is a full time committed business men but all i know is that he goes to the club every night. Not a very good rolemodel you say. Absolutely correct you are there, mate...
Back to why i'm here. So as i said, i'm a bit fucked up. I can get pretty crazy sometimes. Well i have a little bit less anger control than some people. Not much of a biggie. I'm trying to drop this habit but it lives in me. Fascinating aren't' i? so it basically started back in Liverpool where we had brawls you know, it was basically 'bout football. Thats how it started. Me and my mates would go over to the other side of town where the evertonians, they are some wannabe supporters of a shit club. We have brawls there in the 'tunnel'. I had a stunner of a time mostly, luckily most of us are brawny i was the only skinny one but it didn't matter much. I kinda' enjoyed that phase of life. Well thats how i started fighting. So me dad wasn't even around most of the time. He was on business meeting all around the world. I lived with my aunt but she basically gave up and moved. So my father shipped me off here.
So now i'm done right? You want to tell me more about myself? Seriously? Sir, stop being an arse. Alright, i'll stop. fine. So my favorite color is black. I like pizza, beef pepperoni to be exact. I like parties you know, like any other guy here. I don't do any drugs, I'm serious. That shit's not cool. I said i wanted to live my life not end it. Argh, whatever mate. Anyway i admit i like a bit of drink here and there... I mean on special occasions! So yeah i have a big pity system for the chicks. I have this thing where i insult them accidentally, well i like to classify them as a sarcastic remark. but then i would get all guilty and shit. But i can handle, i bottle up my emotions more than the nerds. So basically i'm me. I ain't going to change and i don't want to. I said too much already. You want to know more about me, huh? Crazy therapists. Well good luck with that mate...''
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: mike
AGE: fifteen
EXPERIENCE:two and a half years
TIME ZONE: gmt + eight. it sucks being online when you all sleep. >.<
OTHER CHARACTERS:nop.
note: since i stopped rp-ing for awhile i lost most of my work. this is not my favorite to show you guys but it's from a historical/alternative roleplay. don't judge me >.>
It was all peaceful for awhile, nobody talked to him. Nothing bothered him, even the men up in this hour training didn't bother him. He had gotten used to it. But an annoying buzzing sound kept gathering in his head. First it was just like a background music to some horror movie but then it grew louder slowly. He got up, quite quickly and looked around. He had slept with the rest of his platoon that day since it really didn't bother him that much where he slept. He got up from his bed slowly finding a bunch of his men gathered in the corner arguing. Great, he mumbled as he slowly walked towards them. Some of them noticed and started moving away nonchalantly and going back to their beds pretending if they were only going out to take a visit to the toilet.
But the two soldiers argument was pretty loud, even so the sleepiness that Heydrich had overtook him and it was nothing but mumbles and gibberish. He walked up to them and he cleared his throat almost ready to shout. He maintained a cool posture even though his eye's clearly showed no signs of real care about what was going on. One of the arguing men noticed and started panicking and shoved the one in front of him to make him shut up and made him look in the direction where Heydrich was standing.
''Having a little fun at a time like this? Great'' he said sharply making it clear that he was not happy in the least. Both of them spoke so fast mumbling apologies that he barely understood what both of them said and truth be told he wasn't in a mood to care. ''Men. Congratulations. You just earned the whole platoon...'' He stopped there with a grin on his face turning to everybody that was awake and the people who were trying to spark up the fight. ''A round outside the camp! And don't expect to be back while the sun is still in the air'' Although it would not have happened normally, but they all groaned like schoolboys told that they had a test or something like that. He knew that they were still blurry eyed.
After ordering the whole platoon to go get ready for the trip he went to get some water in the process washing his face and at the same time being careful not to get water on his clothes. He walked back and asked one of the men to go get his back from the Officer's Quarters where he normally slept. He remembered now, it was more clear now. In the middle of the night there was a rain storm and a faulty roof tile broke and leaned near his bed, Heydrich without telling anyone he just walked over to his Platoon's Quarters and took a bed on the corner. It was not really normal for a officer but at that time he was in no mood to talk to anyone not even the guard outside of the officers quarters. He walked back and saw the men assembled most with glum faces but that changed as soon as he came near them.
He ordered a walk and figured that he would go to the woodlands shooting range first and do some drills there since he wasn't really feeling like going anywhere else. He had to be extra careful while walking because it was still pretty pitch black but he trusted his platoon to follow him. He waited until just until they were out of the sleeping area and ordered each soldier to yell out a number until they reached the area. Heydrich felt like a robot then, he didn't even know if the squad got a number wrong he just walked on, but the one he ordered to keep order did it perfectly.
He reached the area and was not really expecting to find anyone there considering the time it was but then anything was possible in the army. He heard tanks even before he got there but he waited until he saw it for himself. He called up his second in command for now and whispered to him. '' Tanks, huh? Must be that Bruno fellow. Heard he was a tank commander. You get the guys cracking here and I'll go have a word with him, and move the guys to the side a bit. Make sure the tanks don't crush the men.'' He said with a small laugh. He skipped past the squad and walked over the to tanks and saw the men make notice of him with varied salutes. ''How do you do, Tank Commander? Looks like were not the only one's here at this time, eh? Mind if we use some space on the field?'' He said with a smirk.
But the two soldiers argument was pretty loud, even so the sleepiness that Heydrich had overtook him and it was nothing but mumbles and gibberish. He walked up to them and he cleared his throat almost ready to shout. He maintained a cool posture even though his eye's clearly showed no signs of real care about what was going on. One of the arguing men noticed and started panicking and shoved the one in front of him to make him shut up and made him look in the direction where Heydrich was standing.
''Having a little fun at a time like this? Great'' he said sharply making it clear that he was not happy in the least. Both of them spoke so fast mumbling apologies that he barely understood what both of them said and truth be told he wasn't in a mood to care. ''Men. Congratulations. You just earned the whole platoon...'' He stopped there with a grin on his face turning to everybody that was awake and the people who were trying to spark up the fight. ''A round outside the camp! And don't expect to be back while the sun is still in the air'' Although it would not have happened normally, but they all groaned like schoolboys told that they had a test or something like that. He knew that they were still blurry eyed.
After ordering the whole platoon to go get ready for the trip he went to get some water in the process washing his face and at the same time being careful not to get water on his clothes. He walked back and asked one of the men to go get his back from the Officer's Quarters where he normally slept. He remembered now, it was more clear now. In the middle of the night there was a rain storm and a faulty roof tile broke and leaned near his bed, Heydrich without telling anyone he just walked over to his Platoon's Quarters and took a bed on the corner. It was not really normal for a officer but at that time he was in no mood to talk to anyone not even the guard outside of the officers quarters. He walked back and saw the men assembled most with glum faces but that changed as soon as he came near them.
He ordered a walk and figured that he would go to the woodlands shooting range first and do some drills there since he wasn't really feeling like going anywhere else. He had to be extra careful while walking because it was still pretty pitch black but he trusted his platoon to follow him. He waited until just until they were out of the sleeping area and ordered each soldier to yell out a number until they reached the area. Heydrich felt like a robot then, he didn't even know if the squad got a number wrong he just walked on, but the one he ordered to keep order did it perfectly.
He reached the area and was not really expecting to find anyone there considering the time it was but then anything was possible in the army. He heard tanks even before he got there but he waited until he saw it for himself. He called up his second in command for now and whispered to him. '' Tanks, huh? Must be that Bruno fellow. Heard he was a tank commander. You get the guys cracking here and I'll go have a word with him, and move the guys to the side a bit. Make sure the tanks don't crush the men.'' He said with a small laugh. He skipped past the squad and walked over the to tanks and saw the men make notice of him with varied salutes. ''How do you do, Tank Commander? Looks like were not the only one's here at this time, eh? Mind if we use some space on the field?'' He said with a smirk.
