[OOC] Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

[Lennon79]

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

The year is 1935 EC and the two greatest nations of our time are locked in an epic battle for supremacy over all Europa. Between the Autocratic East Europan Imperial Alliance, known as the Empire, and the Atlantic Federation in the west, the continent is divided by war. Caught between these mighty superpowers are a handful of independent states and kingdoms, some supporting one or both sides, others remaining defiantly neutral. On the north Europan coast lies the Principality of Gallia, a small but economically powerful post-industrial nation with a deep-seated sense of national pride. A system of universal military training ensures that every citizen leaves school a trained soldier, ready to be called up in times of war as the Gallian Militia. The Gallian people are tough, industrious and fiercely independent, but the nation is not without its problems. Government corruption, ineptitude in the military and near-universal ostracisation of its significant Darcsen population have left Gallia's foundations vulnerable, her defences weak. It is only a matter of time until one of the two great superpowers moves to secure Gallia's abundant natural resources.

As the war threatens to spill over into Gallia, a handful of souls meet by chance in a town on the southern border, unaware that events will soon unfold that will alter their destiny and that of Europa forever...

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Welcome to Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South, a High-Casual RP set during the time of the first Valkyria Chronicles game. The storyline will run parallel to that of the canon plot, sometimes overlapping during major events. The characters start out as civilians when the first wave of Imperial attacks force them to fight back, eventually leading them to be conscripted or to voluntarily join the Gallian Militia. Some will not live to see the war's end, others will lose their will to fight... but a precious few will persevere and achieve victory against impossible odds, gaining fame and recognition as the finest soldiers Gallia has to offer. The 9th Militia Regiment, 12th Company... Lions of the South.

Rules

Oh how I love writing rules...
- While debate is always encouraged, GM's word is final. I won't be using this unless I absolutely have to.
- It goes without saying, but no godmodding or controlling other people's characters without their express permission. Common courtesy boys and girls.
- Romance is encouraged, just keep it PG-13.
- If you are going to be away for more than three days, tell us and we can work around it IC. Similarly, if you want to withdraw TELL US, don't just leave.
- This is a High-Casual RP, but I'm not expecting walls. Two to three paragraphs is a good average; if you can post more, great. If not, don't worry. So long as the content, spelling and grammar of your posts are up to scratch, I won't complain.
- The Lancer and Sniper classes will be restricted so that there is at most two of each in the squad at any one time. This rule may be rescinded if we gain enough players to justify it.
- Last but not least, enjoy yourselves. And tell me your favourite Squad 7 member in your CS as confirmation that you read this shyte.

CS

Name:
Gender:
Age: Militia conscripts are generally between 18 and 30, but volunteers outside of this age range are common
Appearance: Written description and/or picture

Rank: Private or PFC (Lance Corporal 2 slots) only please. There is one slot going for 2iC of the squad which will be a Corporal, first come first served.
Class: Scout, Shocktrooper, Engineer, Lancer or Sniper

Weapons and Equipment: Any 1st tier weapon from the class's selection (ie, MAGS M1, MAGS M10, MAJ-X M1, ZM MP 1(g) or ZM MP 3(g) for Shocktrooper. Here is a useful link for any information required. You can add the odd civilian weapon if it is appropriate for your character's background)

Personality:
Bio:

RP Sample: Just a paragraph or two about a day in the normal pre-war life of your character, nothing fancy.

Feel free to mess with the formatting; this is just a rough outline.

Rank System

[Lennon79]

9th Militia Regiment, 12th Company

12th Company, Officer Commanding

Captain Tarquin H Meulemann

Born into the nobility as the son of an Imperial Baron, Tarquin served as a junior officer in the Emperor's army during EWI. He quickly gained a reputation as a stoic front-line leader, the kind of officer who would walk calmly at the forefront of his men into enemy fire. His unflappable countenance and reckless disregard for his own safety saw that he would never be promoted beyond Lieutenant in the Imperial Army, which prized tactical sense as well as honour. Instead he emigrated to Gallia after the war's end, hoping to leverage his significant experience to secure a position in the Royal Guard. Instead he found himself relegated to command of a Town Watch unit, one of many that would find themselves folded into the Gallian Militia during the Imperial invasion. Seeing the war as an opportunity to prove himself, Tarquin volunteered to command the newly formed 12th Company of the 9th Militia Regiment. He is respected by his men, if mocked for his stiff upper lip personality. Tarquin can often be found on the battlefield wielding an archaic sabre, standing out of cover in the face of the enemy. How he has survived thus far is a mystery, but one thing is certain; Captain Tarquin H Meulemann is one tough, sardonic son of a bitch.

Squad 4

Squad Leader
Sergeant Harald, Scout (Lennon79)

Second in Command
Corporal James Hunt, Scout (Zarkun)

Squad Members
Lance Corporal Eris Reinhardt, Engineer (KoL)
Private First Class Evan Carn, Vehicle Technician/Driver (Raven_Operative)
Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau, Shocktrooper (Little_ninja)
Private First Class Brenna Sykora, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Lilly Jatmoore, Scout (Raven_Operative)
Private Alexia Fairglaive, Scout/Engineer (Kitsune)
Private Aria Hexner, Engineer (Evil Snowman)
Private Atlas Orville, Shocktropper (Musaki Hajime)
Private Veronica Callaway, Scout (Massasauga)

Inactive Members
Private Marilyn “Merry” Evans, Engineer (Dragonbud)
Private Felix Lozach, Shocktrooper (MZambos)
Private First Class Damien Varrot, Scout (Spade)
Lance Corporal Aaron White, Shocktrooper (The Silver Paladin)
Private Liam Forrest, Shocktrooper/Tank Driver (Trinais)
Private Angela Hiffen, Engineer/Tank Gunner (Trinais)
Private First Class Aaron Vikkers, Scout/Tank Commander (Trinais)
Private First Class Kyo, Shocktrooper (Willy Vareb)
Private First Class Andrew MacDonald, Lancer (Bright_Ops)
Private Zeal Ashart, Shocktrooper (Ashifili)
Private Elise Louque, Sniper (Engel)
Private Fina, Scout (AtomicNut)
Corporal Krauss Helfer, Sniper (Skepic)
Lance Corporal Samantha Meyers, Sniper (caliban22)
Private Paul Dresner, Shocktrooper (caliban22)
Private First Class Emmaline Muller, Lancer (ByTheSpleen)
Private Alonso Bons, Engineer (Lennon79)
Corporal Celeste Stichler, Lancer (Slypheed)
Private Skye, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Reginald Weber, Scout (Shyla Nesthorn)
Private First Class Fenrir Cheslock, Shocktrooper (Jotunn Draugr)
Private Regan Durandal, Lancer (CirusArvennicus)
Private First Class Colin Neslon, Scout (POOHEAD189)

2nd Lieutenant Sigismund "Sig the Dragon" Schmidt, Driver and Engineer (AtomicNut)

Name: Professor Sigismund Schmidt "Sig the Dragon"
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Class: Tank Driver, Engineer

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Engineer tools and anything a tank driver needs, plus more. Also a flask of booze.

Personality: Sig is a rather lax person with an easygoing, all forgiving disposition. He however, tries to be a man of honor and chivalry, and for that very reason he strives to make his word have the same weight as law. A bon vivant and rogue in his free time, he's more than often found partying with junior members or bringing ladies to his bunk. Sig has also a vivid interest for weaponry, much like a child always seeking new toys, and he can be quite focused on researching and repairing tanks, whom he affectively calls his "babies". Sig's loyalty is set on stone, both by his honor code and his loyalty to comrades in arms. However, he is also more than capable of talking back to superiors if they're being negligent or foul, a bad habit that has bit him in the back sometimes.

Bio:Sig hails from the Kingdom of Fhirald. Originally a middle-class child with a rather strong fascination for innovation and technology, he enlisted in the army as engineer, in order to eventually become a top researcher in his homeland. Unluckily for him, the hammer of EW1 struck Fhirald hard, and soon he was fielded as a tank officer while the world kept crashing down around himself. Nevertheless, Sig fought back with immense ferocity as his duty compelled him to do so, stubbornly clinging to what shreds of weaponry and men had at his disposal, and not surrendering until the entire kingdom did, earning himself the nickname "Dragon". After the war, Sig survived the purge by virtue of the courage displayed against overwhelming odds and his inventive and resourceful mind, and was soon incorporated in the Imperial army. Sig eventually reached the rank of Captain as well as earning himself a place among Imperial weapon researchers.

However, Sig's career was halted suddenly when he admonished a superior Imperial officer with a jaw-breaking punch for desecrating a war graveyard while drunk. Sigismund was demoted to a 2nd Lieutenant and Court Martialed. It was then when he caught the attention of the 655 squadron, who offered him a spot as tank driver, due to having an unique combination of militar background, honor and loyalty, and enough scientific background to perform research in the spot if it was deemed necessary.

Imperial Army, Squadron 655

Sqdn 655, Officer Commanding

Major Lynette 'Monarch' Mooringstar (Slypheed)

Name : Lynette "Monarch" Mooringstar

Gender : Female

Age: 32

Rank: Brigadier

Class: Tank Regiment Commander

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Kar 1(g), and Imperial Field Glasses.

Personality: A rather stiff woman. Enforcing that her orders are carried out.

Bio: The prodigy of her father. Who's genius started the Federations Wonder Weapon program back in the first Europan War. And she has since continued the program. Introducing new vehicles and weapons, which have allowed for quick and early domination in the invasion of Gallia. The crews that serve under her have, through many means, come to respect her and understand that her word is final. Her word only being countered by Maximilian himself or his officers.

She came to be interested in commanding these magnificent metal beasts that she's created, and thus commands one of the vehicles directly from time to time. During the times in which she doesn't crew one, she watches and commands the regiment from a reasonable distance, accompanied by a small, two man guard and a armored car.

Second in Command and Combat Commander

Lieutenant Marcus Beirmann (Lennon79)

Name
Marcus Beirmann

Gender
Male

Age
32
Appearance
Tall and haughty, Marcus is the very picture of the gentrified Imperial ideal. His blonde hair and piercing blue eyes mark him as a member of the Empire's ethnic elite and he has the skill and willpower to live up to that lineage. He is almost always in full tanker's uniform, including a panzer wrap and crush cap.

Rank
Lieutenant, Squadron 655 Executive Officer and commander of the experimental tank Siegfried

Class
Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment


ZM MP5 Submachine gun


Goll A Pistol

Personality
Marcus is focused and professional in all aspects of his life, an exemplar of Imperial self-discipline. He is rarely flustered and is well-known for making brutally efficient decisions on the battlefield, sometimes sacrificing allies to give him the advantage. He does, however, value his subordinates and will fight furiously to ensure their safety both on and off the battlefield. Marcus doesn't have much of a sense of humour, instead preferring stoic pragmatism at all times.

Bio
Forged in the fires of modern war, Lieutenant Beirmann first served on the western front against the Federation. When his tank got cut off behind enemy lines, Marcus took his crew on a stealthy killing spree as he raided Federation supply lines and convoys up and down the bocage. When he ran out of ammunition, Marcus commandeered an enemy tank and continued his rampage until the severely weakened Federal forces retreated westward and he was able to link up with forward elements of the Imperial Army. By the time he and his crew were re-issued a tank, they had destroyed twenty-nine Federation tanks and dozen of supply trucks. He went on to serve a further two years on the western front, distinguishing himself as one of the Empire's most skilled aces. Eventually, he was transferred to the interior to co-command a newly organised experimental formation dubbed Squadron 655. By the time of the invasion of Gallia, Sqrn 655 had trialed several new vehicles and had moved onto super-heavy designs by the savant Lynette Mooringstar. Serving as combat commander of the unit and commander of the experimental main battle tank Siegfried, Lieutenant Marcus Beirmann is a force to be reckoned with.

Sqrn 655 Soldiers

2nd Lieutenant Lukas Glockner, Gunner (Raven_Operative)

Name: Lukas Glockner
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Lukas has black hair, blue eyes, stands just over 6' tall, and possesses many scars across his pale skin.

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Position: Gunner

Weapons and Equipment: Imperial Goll Pistol and standard tank crew gear. Despite tank crew almost never being issued them, he always has one grenade stashed on his person while in uniform.

Personality: Loyal, helpful, somewhat paranoid, and incredibly bloodthirsty/vengeful. If you wrong him or is friends, he will chase you to the ends of the earth. He is also somewhat on the quiet side, but wouldn't be considered antisocial as he will happily carry on a conversation if approached.

Bio: A foreigner to the empire, Lukas arrived at its borders nearly a decade ago under a different name. Abandoning it and taking the name 'Lukas Glockner', he set about building a new life there in the fastest way he knew how: by joining the Imperial Army. Despite the fact that the army was notoriously slow to warm to people not of Imperial birth, Lukas quickly rose through the ranks as a tank gunner. To be frank, He was one of the best gunners they had ever seen, able to hit distant targets with almost supernatural accuracy even when adverse conditions like poor weather or his tank being in motion presented themselves. It was this skill that eventually lead to him being assigned to Squadron 655 to assist in the field trials of experimental cannons, rockets and other launcher systems.

Despite his age, Lukas has been all over the place and has a lot of stories to tell. He seems to have made a hobby of memorizing folktales from a number of different nations. Recounting stories of his travels, legends he's heard, and myths to those who would ask are some of the few times he will actually become passionate in a conversation. Tales of the Valkyrur especially interest him, and if one were to search his quarters, they would find a small library of books dedicated to them.

Just after the beginning weeks of EWII, Lukas' performance began to falter. The reason for this became clear when a superior checked his correspondence. One of his best friends, who had joined the army with him, had been killed in a clash outside a federation town. It took a few days to get over his grief, but after that, Lukas's performance returned to normal with one major exception: His eagerness to kill and destroy those who opposed his empire had increased tenfold. Blaming the war (and more specifically: Those who opposed them in the war) for the death of his friend, Lukas has channeled all of his grief into striking down those who would stand against him and his squad. Outside of combat this has little effect on him, but in combat, the maniacal laughing and streams of curses pouring from him when ever he got a kill would be impossible to ignore if not for the noisy environment of the inside of a tank. Once or twice this behavior has landed his file on the desk of a superior with a note recommending his withdraw from active combat, but the response has always been "He's one of our best and doesn't seem to be out of control. We still need him.".

Maps and Resources

Le Haye Sainte, post-battle

[Dragonbud]

Oh man I love this game! You can expect a sheet from me :D

[MZambos]

This sounds like fun!
Saving a CS spot.

[Dragonbud]

wip

Name: Marilyn “Merry” Evans
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Engineer.

Weapons and Equipment: A basic Gallian-2 Rifle, a standard weapon for any Engineer, and a Viper-E-1 Pistol. Merry does not carry grenades or any form of explosive on her, as explosions scare her. For equipment she carries engineer tools and ragnaid canisters for healing allies.

Personality: Merry is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does, and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Merry has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person.

Merry has a very youthful personality and an optimistic outlook to life and adventure. She can be quite reckless in a sort of 'charge ahead first, think later' sort of way. Despite this she loves being given orders as it takes the pressure off her her needing to make a plan. Merry will sometimes get stir crazy when being forced to sit still for long periods of time but normally she'll go about everything with a cool approach. She sometimes struggles to be affectionate and outwardly emotional however she manages to controls fear/sadness/clinging emotions. Under stress Merry will either, yell and angry get though it or lock up and be unable to continue. Despite this Merry is an extremely hard worker and loves her work. So much so that she would rather sleep in her mechanic garage then her room. She often has trouble sleeping if she is not surrounded by her work, and no one likes a sleep deprived mechanic on her third cup of coffee.

Bio: Merry grew up in the cold, and often unforgivable, Diebal Mountains. She lived in a small village of Wooly Goat herders, mostly made up of family members and a few stray Darcsen who wanted to get away from the mining. Merry grew up surrounded by people who cared greatly for her, as children often died early in their lives due to the cold, and thus is greatly comforted by being around people. There was no official school system up in the mountains, so Merry got all of her necessary schooling from an elderly Darcsen. She was taught how to hunt and shoot by her mother and aunt, a custom in the mountains, and gained her love for tinkering with machines at a young age from her father and older brother. Ever since she was young Merry was always itching to take stuff apart and put it back together, which often lead to a lot of broken machines when she was still learning.

Life in the Diebal mountains were often harsh, since there is snow on the ground all year. This has lead to Merry becoming very hardy. She doesn't seem at all phased by the cold and years with little food due to famine adapted Merry into rarely needing big meals. But when she is offered an abundance of food she can't help but want to eat all of it, as if not knowing when her next meal will be. This also means that extremely hot temperatures makes her uncomfortable and she is often found complaining if it is even considered slightly warm.

Regardless of the cold, life in the cold mountains was peaceful. The small villages rarely had any visitors, except for the rare trader, and the only dangers seemed to come from wild animals and the possibility of supply shortages. The populations of the villagers were also rather small, meaning everyone knew everyone. There was no time to dislike each other, as everyone needed to work together to survive. Merry, because of her young and quick body, worked as a mail deliverer between each of the small villagers. Once, while delivering a stock of rations to a group of Darcsens, an explosion went off in a nearby mine. Merry was easily overpowered by the falling snow, but was rescued by the group of Darcsen she was delivering to. And although no one was killed by the blast Merry remains jumpy around explosives.

RP Sample: Just a paragraph or two about a day in the normal pre-war life of your character, nothing fancy.

Other: Montley Leonard is my all time favorite.

[Spade]

Gonna go with scout since I'd like to be in the thick of things, find myself in some serious situations.

I know Sky wanted to be a sniper so I would like to politely offer her dibs, if that's cool Lennon.

[Lennon79]

Sounds good Spade, no worries.
I like what I'm seeing Dragon, looking forward to the finished product.

[Skyswimsky]

Alright, I gonna get something up tomorrow, too late here and going to bed soon.

[MZambos]

Hey, would it be all right if I took the sniper? Or has someone claimed that?

[Lennon79]

I think Skyswimsky has dibs on that slot.

[MZambos]

Yep. I see that now.
I'll take something else.

[Spade]

WIP

Name: Damien Varrot
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Rank: PFC
Class: Scout
Weapons and Equipment: Gallian-S1, Grenade bandoleer with space for three B-Type M1 grenades, Small Ragnaid canister and first aid pouch, Father's knife which doubles as a bayonet.

Personality: Damien is a real calming presence, kind and care free, he makes an effort to be encouraging and reassuring to his squad mates. Deep down there's a fire in him, one that wants to bring out the best in his fellow soldiers. Damien brandishes a certain brand of eager confidence that teeters on the line of cockiness. He mainly does it to bring out the camaraderie between his squad mates, especially his fellow scouts, since they're usually the first into the fray. Part of him does it to forget about the horror that war has brought to him and his home, about what he's endured so far. In battle, he is reckless, throwing himself into the fray so nobody else has to. If it's risky and dangerous, he's the first to volunteer. This has given the young scout a secret thirst for glory he tries hard to hide, reminding himself that war is no glorious competition, and that he has others to look for, although his seemingly natural ability and family's military history can't help but bring it out of him, especially in moments of victory.

Bio: For as long as he's been alive, Damien Varrot has been taught to live by a code: Protect your home, protect those close to you and always give everything you got. Damien was born and raised in the city of Vasel, where his father worked for the Town Guard and his mother helped run a clothing store. Damien's father Edward, who was brother to Captain Eleanor Varrot, was also a career Gallian military man. Lined up to follow in his father's footsteps and join the military, Edward Varrot enlisted Damien in the Vasel Junior Military Academy, where Damien would begin to hone his skills as a soldier. This was just as the drums of war began to echo in the distance, and murmurs of war muddled throughout Vasel. When the Empire approached Gallia's border, Damien's father received orders to deploy after 5 days. Immediately Damien tried to enlist in the army, but without graduating first, he wouldn't be able to enlist. His father refused to try and help Damien enlist, saying it would be best to finish school and allow things to blow over with the Empire. Little did he know of the wave of conflict that would rush across the country side and into Gallia's cities, Vasel being one of them.

"Stay in Vasel, Damien, take care of our home."

As the Empire approached, the people of Vasel scrambled to assemble a large enough Town Guard to defend Vasel whilst it's population evacuated. As volunteers trickled in, Vasel stood out as a natural leader, helping Town Guard leaders plant strategic defense posts and how best to use the city's geography to their advantage. Given a gun and his own part of Vasel to defend, Damien would get his first taste at war protecting his home like his father told him. Sadly, the town's forces got rolled over and as East Vasel fell to the Empire, Damien was forced from the fight, his comrades making him retreat and abandon his home. Giving up the Vasel bridge in the process, Damien took the loss of his hometown to heart as he and his mother fled to Randgriz, where he would be offered a position into the Gallian Militia, appointed to be a scout due to having more experience in battle than some of his peers, albeit just a little, and appointed to PFC thanks to his family's military history and participation in the Vasel Junior Military Academy. Damien declined, deciding to head out towards the border and help those who needed to get to Randgriz and hopefully find his father, it's there that his story truly begins.

RP Sample:
Haven't played in a while, but Ted Ustinov never let me down.

Almost finished.

[MZambos]

Felix

Name: Felix Lozach

Gender
Male

Age
20

Appearance

With lighter hair tho'.

Rank
Private

Class
Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment
He carries the MAGS M1, as per infantry regulation. A B-Type grenade.

Personality
Hot-Headed and impatient, it's not altogether uncommon for emotions to get the better of Felix. Oftentimes, he straddles the fine line between confidence and bravado, not fully considering the consequences before acting. A terrible liar, and a thorough extrovert, he wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite his apparent asininity, he is moderately intelligent.

Bio
Born to immigrant parents from elsewhere in the Atlantic Federation, Felix's youth was often of two worlds: the first being of modern Gallia, and the second being his parents' homeland. In many ways, the town of Wallenstein raised him just as much as his parents did, as Felix grew up with a deep sense of Gallian identity, but received the bulk of his education from his parents'. Though not Darcsen, his family's religious beliefs were considered heretical by most of the Yggdist sects, teaching that the Valkyrur were a race of invasive monsters, rather than saviours.

As a young adult, Felix found work in a library, of all places, though only partially by choice: few places were willing to hire a heretic or a man of foreign blood, and in a town like Wallenstein, information like that traveled fast. Thankfully, Ms. Driscoll, a graduate from the university at Vasel, was much more open-minded, and had no such qualms about hiring Felix. When news of the Second Europan War came around, though, Felix made the decision to join the army, and he was all-to-eagre to prove his worth. What happens from here has yet to be written.

RP Sample
There was never anything more annoying that someone who asked for a long-archived book. Sure, the card catalog confirmed its existence, but it also confirmed the fact that it hadn't been removed from the library in nearly 20 years. At that point, it had no doubt been moved around an ungodly number of times, to the point that the decimal system would be absolutely useless.

Pushing the ladder back and forth, Felix found some comfort in the fact that the day was nearly done. All the other requested materials had been found and collected, and all that was left was one final book. Looking down at the card, he reminded himself of the title. It was a religious novel, written nearly 50 years ago by some Yggdist scholar, "The Lies of the Albigensians". Just the title left a bad taste in Felix's mouth, though he did take some small pleasure in the fact that it hadn't been read by anyone in nearly 20 years. Whenever the topic of religion came up, Felix always suggested another book, "The Culture and Faith of the Southron", that examined his culture from an academic and neutral perspective. It usually didn't change any minds, but it was better than outright propaganda against him.

Climbing down the ladder, he turned around to the front desk, where Ms. Driscoli was preparing to leave. "Cat," he said, colloquially, "I don't think I'll be able t' find that last one. It wasn't on any o' the shelves."
"Don't fret about it. Either it's not there, or it'll turn up eventually," she said. "Go on ahead home for the night. It's late enough as it is."
"There's another thin', Cat," said Felix, timidly. He had meant to mention it yesterday, but it had felt so awkward. "I've decided to join the military. I'll be leaving in a few days."
"I'm well aware, Felix. Don't you think I keep track of my employees?" She chuckled. "Just make sure you stay alive. I'll need you back here when I'm done." With that, she gathered the rest of her things and left the library.

Stepping outside, Felix felt the cool air of the Gallisian countryside as the sun began to set. At its worst, Wallenstein could be unforgiving and close-minded, antiquarian and old-fashioned. The summers were often too hot, and the winters were cold enough that all farming came to a stop. For all its faults, though, Wallenstein was beautiful place, with beautiful people. Under the layer of dirt and dust was a sheet of gold, one that had raised Felix and that his family could call home. For all his discomforts about going to war, knowing there would be something worth protecting gave him hope. If nothing else, he had his raison d'etre, and he would do everything in his power to keep it safe.

Favourite Squad 7 Member: Catherine O'Hara. Snipers are cool.
Taking a step forward, he began his long journey home.

[Lennon79]

Looking good MZambos, just one minor nitpick. The Gallian Army is an all volunteer force and conscripts are organised into militia regiments; the plan is for the characters to be drafted/volunteer after the first chapter, but if you want, Felix can be an early militia volunteer who got caught up in the fighting before he could be assigned to a unit. Also, please reread the rules :D

[MZambos]

Right. Sorry. Forgot about that. I'll make a few changes. Just a regular conscript and everything.
Edit: Done!

[Lennon79]

Perfect, just one last thing. Take a gander through the rules again.

[MZambos]

Done. Again.
I swear you put that in just now. It wasn't there before.
Or maybe I just have poor reading comprehension.

[Lennon79]

/shifty eyes I.. may have...
At any rate, accepted.

[Dragonruby]

Character Sheet

Name: Marcus Cryan
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Marcus is a rather thin looking man, more wiry than skinny and standing at a flat 6'0". He bears no scars, and his skin is soft and smooth, an obvious sign of his higher birth, though recent events have begun to leave him rather bedraggled, marred by dirt and grime, and leaving him rather tired looking. Even so, he bears a handsome sort of face, with green eyes that stare out brightly, tussled red hair that just seems to fall into place naturally, and a soft smile that just makes someone want to trust him.


Rank: PFC
Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment: EW1-Era Officer’s Revoler, EW1-Era Combat Knife

Personality: Marcus was, once, a rather excitable young child, with his head in the clouds, full of dreams to follow in his father’s footsteps as a soldier within Gallia’s military. That couldn’t be any further from the truth now, after the death of his father, he is a coward at heart. With the war going on, survival is perhaps the single largest priority on Marcus’ mind, and the stress of his family, the war, and numerous other things have left him rather high-strung. He views himself as rather contemptible for his cowardice, but he does little to try and change himself.

Bio: The Cryan family has a long lineage of military service, dating back to the start of the family’s rise to nobility, as a low born elevated to a higher status for their notable service in battle. Raised in a family with such a tradition, Marcus was expected to serve in Gallia’s military just like his older brother and father, who served as an officer during the First Europan War. Marcus grew up listening to storybook heroes and tales of the war from his father, and young Marcus longed to follow in his father’s footsteps.

His father would pass onto him at a young age his old officer’s revolver, and Marcus would often practice firing it under his father’s tutelage, becoming a rather decent shot in the process. His brother, meanwhile, would often pull a few strings to allow Marcus to visit military bases he was stationed at and watch the soldiers practice at the firing range, where he grew to fall in love with the Lance, and he even got to fire one once or twice. The combination of long lost heroes that the Lance evoked images of, and the knightly image together with the massive explosions made a weapon that no child could hate, and this favoritism was noted.

Marcus had only just turned eighteen when he learned of his father’s death, defending Gallia in one of the initial Imperial attacks. Rather than instill a drive for revenge or hatred, his father’s death instead shattered the illusion that his father had been invincible. After hearing so many war stories, and tales of heroes facing down impossible odds, Marcus had built his father up to be something beyond human, and his death hit him hard. Marcus instead grew to be afraid, fearing the death that so easily claimed his father. With combat drawing nearer and nearer to his home, Marcus would eventually flee, running off into some dark night, the only reason why he hadn’t been a member of the military already was due to the fact that he had been preparing to head off to some military academy to become an officer like his father.

Marcus ran, and ran, and ran, leaving his home far behind, and has been on the road for quite a while now, traveling with numerous other refugees and keeping his name as secret as he could, knowing that what he had done was close to desertion. It would eventually reach his ears that his home had indeed fallen, and it was unknown what members of his family had survived, if any. He only hopes that, if he is recognized, he will simply be considered a survivor of the attack, and that he never has to see a family member ever again, both for fear of his life, and for the shame he feels.

RP Sample: Just a paragraph or two about a day in the normal pre-war life of your character, nothing fancy.

Other: Jann Walker’s a pretty cool dude.

Character's done except for RP Sample. I'll get that done soon enough, just figured I'd post the character itself up first.

[Skyswimsky]

After giving this more thought I decided to not participate, sorry, but it will be better for you as well for me. (Unless it becomes inactive after 2 weeks regardless, which I hope does not.), so best of luck!