1 [AWAITING TRYOUT] Freeto Joining Sun May 27, 2012 6:52 pm
freeto
Foreigner
► Personal Information
PlayStation Network ID: freeto
Minecraft Username: none
Minecraftforum.net Profile: none
Age: 20
Country: United States
Timezone: New York
Times Available: Anytime on Weekends and Weekdays after 6pm
Language(s): English
Gender: Male
► Gaming Preferences
Games you own: Starhawk, Skyrim, Resisitance 3, Battlefeild 3
Do you own a mic?: Yes
Are you an Objective, Support or Slayer player?: Support
► Other Information
→ Referral (How did you hear about us?): A message from ta clan member
Why would you like to join The Olympians?: You seem like a serious clan and very organized.
How would you be an asset to The Olympians?: In Starhawk I am very good at flying a hawk and protecting the flag with one. I also have a good k/d ratio and good win/lose ratio.
Please provide a sample roleplay/creative writing piece: "Follow me", yelled a petrified young soldier standing over me with a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other. I sat up and looked around, I saw all the bodies and shrapnel and almost fell back down. The soldier grabed me by the collar of my uniform and scream, "Get up!" I looked at his chest and saw his dog tags, they read "Priv. John Malone." He pulled me up and we sprinted to get out of the open battlefield. I was out of breath but I was pushing as I could. I looked behind me to see if the private was close behind but he was gone. I couldn't stop and look or I would be as good as dead so I ran to the closest platoon. I ran up behind them so they all got startled when I got close. When They saw I was an American as well they pulled me over they're defense wall and into saftey. They all looked at me harshly and one muttered out, "Your a lucky man." I looked up at him and said "Well I'm here because a man named private Malone.... "Wait!" said one of the soldiers. "You mean Private Malone of the 102 infantry?" I remembered looking at the tags and seeing 102 on them when he saved me. "Ya" I blurted out, "I don't know where he went." All the soldiers gave me a dirty look and one said "He died yesterday, he was killed trying to stop the enemy tank divison with only a grenade and his rifle."
PlayStation Network ID: freeto
Minecraft Username: none
Minecraftforum.net Profile: none
Age: 20
Country: United States
Timezone: New York
Times Available: Anytime on Weekends and Weekdays after 6pm
Language(s): English
Gender: Male
► Gaming Preferences
Games you own: Starhawk, Skyrim, Resisitance 3, Battlefeild 3
Do you own a mic?: Yes
Are you an Objective, Support or Slayer player?: Support
► Other Information
→ Referral (How did you hear about us?): A message from ta clan member
Why would you like to join The Olympians?: You seem like a serious clan and very organized.
How would you be an asset to The Olympians?: In Starhawk I am very good at flying a hawk and protecting the flag with one. I also have a good k/d ratio and good win/lose ratio.
Please provide a sample roleplay/creative writing piece: "Follow me", yelled a petrified young soldier standing over me with a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other. I sat up and looked around, I saw all the bodies and shrapnel and almost fell back down. The soldier grabed me by the collar of my uniform and scream, "Get up!" I looked at his chest and saw his dog tags, they read "Priv. John Malone." He pulled me up and we sprinted to get out of the open battlefield. I was out of breath but I was pushing as I could. I looked behind me to see if the private was close behind but he was gone. I couldn't stop and look or I would be as good as dead so I ran to the closest platoon. I ran up behind them so they all got startled when I got close. When They saw I was an American as well they pulled me over they're defense wall and into saftey. They all looked at me harshly and one muttered out, "Your a lucky man." I looked up at him and said "Well I'm here because a man named private Malone.... "Wait!" said one of the soldiers. "You mean Private Malone of the 102 infantry?" I remembered looking at the tags and seeing 102 on them when he saved me. "Ya" I blurted out, "I don't know where he went." All the soldiers gave me a dirty look and one said "He died yesterday, he was killed trying to stop the enemy tank divison with only a grenade and his rifle."