[hider=Haring Reddish] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]Haring Reddish[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2ea491d2-5414-4af6-8fc2-9832160a5d6a.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=darkkhaki][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=bdb76b]Name:[/color][/b] Corporal Haring Demetrius Reddish [b][color=bdb76b]Aliases:[/color][/b] "[b]Corporal![/b]", Red Haring, [i]Lieutenant Reddish[/i] [b][color=bdb76b]Age:[/color][/b] 30 [b][color=bdb76b]Birthday:[/color][/b] June 11, 1894 [b][color=bdb76b]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Sir, Angle, Sir! Angle, and/or Saxon, is my meaning, Sir! With naught but a [i]smidgen[/i] of Teuton, on mother's side, Sir! [b][color=bdb76b]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Unincorporated Nottinghamshire, England [b][color=bdb76b]Residence:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks - C10/D10 - simple room adjacent to Officers' Quarters [b][color=bdb76b]How Long In Cairo:[/color][/b] One Year [b][color=bdb76b]Gender:[/color][/b] Male [b][color=bdb76b]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] No college - Army training, secondary with Military Intelligence [b][color=bdb76b]Occupation:[/color][/b] Officer, British Army, Dept of Military Intelligence [b][color=bdb76b]Languages:[/color][/b] English*, German* [hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/81732f0f-1717-41ef-b608-27a371058907.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=bdb76b]Height:[/color][/b] 6'2" [b][color=bdb76b]Weight:[/color][/b] 170 [b][color=bdb76b]Build:[/color][/b] Slender, Wiry [b][color=bdb76b]Eyes:[/color][/b] Blue [b][color=bdb76b]Hair:[/color][/b] Brown [b][color=bdb76b]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Pale, weathered [b][color=bdb76b]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Three bullet scars, upper torso, several knife scars on forearms. [b][color=bdb76b]Personal Style:[/color][/b] The Corporal is generally to be found wearing the military uniform appropriate to his situation and assignment. In the case of his residence in Cairo, he is attired in standard desert/tropical uniform, consisting of khaki drill clothing that otherwise resembles the attire assigned to him in the Great War. When not on base, in a hostile zone, or marching, he is seen wearing a pith helmet, as per standard. The uniform is not altered nor abbreviated unless he is off duty, in which case he is usually in boots, undershirt, cargo pants, and suspenders, which may or may not be over his shoulders. His civilian attire is only worn in full leisure or when "incognito", and consists of dark slacks, oxford shoes, light button-down shirts, twill vest and flat cap. His preferred coat is a wool greatcoat, but there are few opportunities to wear it in Egypt. The Corporal still has his old Infantry and service dress uniforms, but they are generally packed away. [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc2261dfefc4a24a2d016da018109a07/tumblr_p3hodkAxsA1wctw8lo2_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=bdb76b][center][color=00a651]Dutiful[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Loud[/color] * [color=00a651]Enthusiastic[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Eccentric[/color] * [color=00a651]Honorable[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Headstrong[/color][/center][/color][/i] [b][color=bdb76b]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heavily Confused. Hetero, but sometimes questions are raised. [b][color=bdb76b]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single [b][color=bdb76b]Personality:[/color][/b] The Corporal is an oft loud, boisterous individual who takes concepts like Loyalty and Service very seriously. He is hardworking and highly willing to follow the orders of his military superiors, just as much as he is willing to whip into shape and order about the soldiers under his authority. If given a task to perform, The Corporal will ensure its speedy completion with as much proper Britishness as is humanly possible, and no sparing the details. He is also quite adept at keeping his mouth shut when it is required. With his actual work, it is highly required from time to time, and for long (often terminal) duration. He is further willing to get his hands dirty in the name of carrying out orders, though he is not a bloodthirsty maniac. Mostly. In the world, there is a Right Way of doing things, and Wrong Way, certainly, and a Military Way. Such lives the awfully particular man known best in Cairo as "The Corporal". [b][color=bdb76b]Habits:[/color][/b] Shouting, Requesting Permission [b][color=bdb76b]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Crossdressing, Card Collecting [b][color=bdb76b]Fears:[/color][/b] [list][*] Failing the Lord Major [*] Camel Spiders [*] Waking up in a trench[/list] [b][color=bdb76b]Likes:[/color][/b] [list][*] Aeroplane Cards [*] Women's Attire [*] Tea [*] Whisky [*] A Job Well Done [*] Flowers [*] A Good Knife (Indispensable, really)[/list] [b][color=bdb76b]Dislikes:[/color][/b] [list][*] Disorder [*] Laziness [*] Anyone speaking against the Lord Major [*] Undeserved Entitlement [*] Cold Coffee [*] Trouser Lice [/list] [hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c3eb0985-13bf-44ea-8ad1-1b682b0e3afc.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=bdb76b]General World Skills:[/color][/b] [list][*] Driving [*] Riding (Horse) [*] Investigation/Espionage [*] Communications [*] Codes/Cyphers [*] Athletics [*] Stealth [*] Arabic* [*] French* [/list] [b][color=bdb76b]Combat Skills:[/color][/b] [list][*] Brawling (Trench Close Combat training) [*] Knife [*] Sword [*] Pistol [*] Rifle [/list] [b][color=bdb76b]What Is On Your Person:[/color][/b] [list][*] Clothing - [url=http://www.sofmilitary.co.uk/products/WW1-KD-Campaign-Uniform-301215-1.JPG]Khaki Drill Campaign Uniform[/url] (to include frock, cargo shorts/pants, suspenders, boxer style undergarments, boots, putties, socks, belt, Victorian shirt and pith helmet) [*] Wallet - moderate amount of both Egyptian and English pounds/shillings, identification, alternate identification, Cairo Bank Notes, business cards, and Letter of Assignment as Keystone's personal Valet) [*] Webley Mk VI Revolver [*] Speedloader (3) [*] Holster [*] [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/41caLMFBLFL._SX355_.jpg]Trench Knife[/url] (Robins Dudley Push Dagger) [*] Concealable Sheath [*] Credentials [*] [url=https://www.by-the-sword.com/images/product/medium/26-600851.jpg]SMLE MkIII Sword Bayonet[/url] [*] Pocketwatch, common [/list] [b][color=bdb76b]Residence:[/color][/b] [list][*] Lee-Enfield Mk III Battle Rifle (with bayonet and all the fixin’s) [*] Various Munitions [*] Rucksack [*] Brodie Helmet [*] "Class A" Dress Uniform [*] [url=http://www.sofmilitary.co.uk/media/250804/1908_cotton_marching_order_webbing_01.jpg]1908 Webbing[/url] with full "Marching Order" supply [*] Stack of individually wrapped Aeroplane Cards [*] Spare uniforms (desert fatigues, infantry uniform) [*] Entrenching Tool [*] Casual clothing (slacks, oxfords, buttondown shirts, vest and flat cap) [*] Arabian Bay Stallion (technically not [i]his[/i] persay, but at his disposal for duties while on present assignment) with military tack [/list] [hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/9338edd2-f3d4-4583-ad00-e783c62b7ac8.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=bdb76b]What Brings You To Cairo:[/color][/b] Lieutenant Haring D. Reddish was assigned to a position at the Qasr El Nil Barracks to the personal staff of the Lord Major by the Department of Military Intelligence. The rank of Corporal is a cover, ironically giving him greater access to points of communication and excuses to "run errands" without arousing suspicion. His assignment is ongoing and straightforward: Observe and assess Lord Major Keystone to determine his fitness to continue service. If he is ever found to be unstable or incompetent, he will be given an offer: Accept retirement at the sum rank of every promotion he intentionally refused, or bring further dishonor upon his family. Unknown to the DoMI, Lieutenant Reddish has his own agenda. [b][color=bdb76b]Life Before You Moved To Cairo:[/color][/b] Reddish was born in rural Nottinghamshire, to a mixed Austrian and English family of horse breeders. A common family by all accounts, but one with a history of participation in the Royal Military. At least one per generation. He grew up around stories of the various wars; both the grime and the glory involved. Perhaps this inherent patriotism is why he volunteered into the Army when WWI kicked off. He had heard many stories about Lord Keystone. For instance, he saved the life of Reddish's father during the Boer War; a very expensive gambit wherein he ordered his men to pack caissons with explosives and send them hurtling over a ridge to discourage a vastly superior force from overrunning their position. He happened to be in the area at the time. In another instance, Reginald led a unit of surveillance dirigibles on a nighttime mission, [i]without orders[/i], over hostile territory to provide cover for an artillery unit that was pinned down for days by a dug-in enemy force. He used the dirigibles as a series of silent, floating sniper platforms, allowing the soldiers to escape. One of them was Reddish's uncle. The young man, now Private Haring Reddish (though he went by "Harry") was placed with an Infantry unit and sent to the trenches. He was a decent enough soldier, but was caught in the same dirt-walled situation as everybody else; trapped within shouting distance of a few dozen to a couple hundred German soldiers, afraid of what would kill him first - the cold, disease, an enemy bullet, starvation, or the crippling, boring monotony of it all. Maybe an enemy mortar would get him. All he could do was wait and see. One night, after having exhausted their supplies and having not eaten in four days, he and his fellow soldiers could smell meat searing, carried by the wind from the German trench. Something clicked within him. Raw desperation fueling him, Private Reddish broke the trench stalemate by sneaking out at night with three of his fellows, faces blackened with burnt cork. They wielded bayonets, clubs and knives, and managed to cross No Man's Land undetected. Upon entering the German trench, they conducted a series of brutal and messy knifepoint kills, Private Reddish being the most enthusiastic of the group. They got every last one of them, Harry taking out their Captain with a particularly nasty push dagger. Eighteen distinctly separate potentially lethal wounds. He then got on their radio and, in flawless German, posed as the officer and told their HQ that they had overrun the British trench and please resupply their new position. The ruse lasted long enough to get his unit fed and a decent night's sleep. Or as well as a man can sleep in a dugout. Private Reddish crawled out of the trench with his face and hands covered with blood. Between that, his name, and that there was a man in his unit named Harold, he acquired the nickname [b]"Red Haring"[/b] to distinguish and achieved serious notoriety as a Trench Raider. If you do something well, people want you to do it again. And again. And again. Private Reddish gained rank and responsibility. Lance Corporal, later full Corporal as ranks became available, but he was kept quite literally [i]in the trenches[/i], raiding the enemy as he could under cover of darkness. While on the German side, he took to liberating papers and communications from enemy HQ, stealing supplies, providing the occasional on-the-ground tidbit to help the overall war effort. It got the attention of Military Intelligence, who recruited him with Officer's commission. He just had one last raid to finish. It did not go as planned. Harry took a bullet and was bleeding out, his men were barely able to hold onto their position. The entire countryside was being taken by the bulk of the German forces in the area. Death was eminent. From someplace behind their position, Corporal Haring Reddish heard the sounds of plane engines. The Lord Major arrived on the scene, leading his Skyknights (his unit had adopted Reginald's callsign as their classification) to part the approaching army until the ground troops could arrive. As he made his third pass, the Lord Major's plane took ground fire and was forced to make an emergency landing. Instead of counting himself out of the fight, he exited his plane and led the ground charge to retake the area with cries of "Tally ho!" and "Have at you, sir!" Reddish recalled that Reginald fought pretty good for a portly, grey haired old man. Briefly passing the injured Corporal, the Lord Major paused just long enough to hand him a loaded pistol, exclaiming, "We're not dead yet, old boy!" Reginald may not remember him specifically, but Reddish will never forget. Reddish pulled through. Like his father and his uncle, the legend known as The Lord Major had saved his life. He accepted the position with Intelligence, and left the trenches behind. When the case to observe Lord Major Reginald I. Keystone came to his office, Haring jumped to volunteer for it. There were no other takers, so he was given the long-term assignment. Also, he felt an odd call to come to Cairo, like he belonged there. Like there was a greater meaning. [b][color=bdb76b]Life Since You Moved To Cairo:[/color][/b] Since moving to Cairo, Haring has thrown himself into his work. He has total respect and loyalty for Reginald, and has gotten to know him quite well. Yes, he is borderline suicidal. Yes, he is often unorthodox. Yes, he drinks heavily. But he also does an amazing job, given his circumstances. So Haring is a little goofy at times. And loud. And annoying. Maybe it's an act. Maybe it isn't. Regardless, he is now [b]The Corporal[/b], ever the right-hand man of the person for whom he has the most respect in the world. Now that he has secured the title of Reginald's personal Valet, he intends to do so. Even to the point of helping him have his last big adventure and fulfilling his dream of dying with glory. [hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/306a15bc-bfb8-457a-8e19-42f7f187208e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=bdb76b][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=bdb76b]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "Yes, Lord [b][i]MAJOR!!![/i][/b]" [b][color=bdb76b]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [hider=Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXr4N51RsHA[/youtube] [/hider] [b][color=bdb76b]Anything Else:[/color][/b] Thoth - Keeper of wisdom and balance, scribe of the Gods, and the guy who [i]really[/i] controlled things behind the scenes. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659 Starting day: October 3rd, 1924 [sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.[/color][/sub] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e362cbfa-8bf0-4d6e-b447-a6cf23dab14e.jpg[/img][/center] [/hider]