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I believe recruitment is closed, so probably not.
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10 yrs ago
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Donald had gotten bored of the fight and went back to his quarters before getting a call informing him of a mission. He smiled at the prospect of his first mission and got dressed in his heavy armour. Donald made sure everything was on correctly before heading out. Many thoughts were going through his head as he approached the armoury. What if he was killed? What if he got someone killed? Donald pushed the thoughts from his head and carried on his journey to the armoury, determined to get to the best weapons before others. He almost broke out into a jog before remember how much effort it took and decided it was better to just walk.
Donald got into the armoury and grabbed an LMG and a rocket launcher before heading to the transport craft. He was met by a large, intimidating Sergeant who was barking out abuse to anybody who got near him before boarding the craft. Donald checked all his weapons were working properly before sitting down, preferably as far away from the Sergeant as he possibly could. He wanted to sit with his fellow Englishman, since he'd settled much easier after finding out he'd joined a fellow countryman.
Donald got into the armoury and grabbed an LMG and a rocket launcher before heading to the transport craft. He was met by a large, intimidating Sergeant who was barking out abuse to anybody who got near him before boarding the craft. Donald checked all his weapons were working properly before sitting down, preferably as far away from the Sergeant as he possibly could. He wanted to sit with his fellow Englishman, since he'd settled much easier after finding out he'd joined a fellow countryman.
Robert walked along the platform with his mother and father. Both were tall, light skinned, brooding pure-bloods. He pushed along his trolley which had a trunk that housed his school uniform and other essentials. Perched on that was his Quidditch broom and a cage where his owl, Henrik, sat. The platform was already bustling with other students from the academy, ranging from nervous-looking first years to intimidating seventh years. Robert was somewhere in between, a fifth year. As he passed a student from Gladium, he remembered that not many students from the school liked him. He was only popular amongst those from Viserious house. Robert grinned at the Gladium student before his mother spoke. "Remember Bobby, try to be nice this year. We can't deal with complaints from other parents. Got it?"
"Yes, mom." Robert smiled at her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
He hugged both of his parents before boarding the Zephyr with his belongings. Robert pushed the trolley along, eyeing the carriages in the train, of which seemed to be all full. He finally spotted two students from his house and caught up with them. They talked about the summer and school and everything in between. They all continued along the row of carriages, but they all seemed to be full. Robert sighed before they finally saw an empty carriage at the end of the row and they called it. Robert stashed his stuff in one of the overhead compartments before sitting down and putting his feet up on the seat opposite.
"Wake me up when we get there." Robert said before folding his arms and closing his eyes as the train began to move out of the station.
"Yes, mom." Robert smiled at her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
He hugged both of his parents before boarding the Zephyr with his belongings. Robert pushed the trolley along, eyeing the carriages in the train, of which seemed to be all full. He finally spotted two students from his house and caught up with them. They talked about the summer and school and everything in between. They all continued along the row of carriages, but they all seemed to be full. Robert sighed before they finally saw an empty carriage at the end of the row and they called it. Robert stashed his stuff in one of the overhead compartments before sitting down and putting his feet up on the seat opposite.
"Wake me up when we get there." Robert said before folding his arms and closing his eyes as the train began to move out of the station.
TWcross said
Antagonist did you read my post? your post contradicts it entirely.
I just wanted to get something up. Ill edit it soon. My bad.
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Donald entered the gym dressed in a plain white t-shirt, grey gym shorts and a pair of black trainers. He perused his surroundings for a moment or so, familiarising himself with his current setting. He noticed a couple of punching bags in the corner and grinned. Something he was finally good at. Fighting. Even if it was just an inanimate object, Donald would be happy to get his hands on something. He clenched his fists and slowly walked over, preparing himself. He hadn't fought anything for a while, so he was a little bit rusty, but what's the worst that could happen?
He started off with a few warm-up punches. A couple of left hooks here, some right hooks there. Sometimes he even brought a knee into the equation, after training for a week or so with an MMA trainer. Donald thought that any type of combat would come in handy one way or another when or if he got deployed into the field. He was a fairly large, muscular, intimidating male and that was why he got classed as a 'heavy' soldier. He got to carry the light machine guns and the rocket launchers, and he loved every single minute of it. It made him feel a class above the rest.
After hitting the punch bag for just over twenty minutes, Donald got bored. He punched the bag one last time before stopping. As he walked to the next activity, people began walking past, to the ring. He turned, to see two other soldiers of ParaCom about to fight. Donald became interested and followed the crowd over. Two men were in the ring, holding blades. One of them sounded English, so Donald decided to root for him, on account of coming from the same country. As they began, Donald started shouting encouragement for the fellow Englishman, in amongst the shouts of the other watchers.
He started off with a few warm-up punches. A couple of left hooks here, some right hooks there. Sometimes he even brought a knee into the equation, after training for a week or so with an MMA trainer. Donald thought that any type of combat would come in handy one way or another when or if he got deployed into the field. He was a fairly large, muscular, intimidating male and that was why he got classed as a 'heavy' soldier. He got to carry the light machine guns and the rocket launchers, and he loved every single minute of it. It made him feel a class above the rest.
After hitting the punch bag for just over twenty minutes, Donald got bored. He punched the bag one last time before stopping. As he walked to the next activity, people began walking past, to the ring. He turned, to see two other soldiers of ParaCom about to fight. Donald became interested and followed the crowd over. Two men were in the ring, holding blades. One of them sounded English, so Donald decided to root for him, on account of coming from the same country. As they began, Donald started shouting encouragement for the fellow Englishman, in amongst the shouts of the other watchers.
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Derpestein said
Welcome to the squad, soldier. Also, another Englishman? Heh.I'll have to discuss with Uber but for now, your character looks good, Antagonist.
I'm English IRL so let's hope I can reflect that!
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Name: Donald Colbeck
Country of origin: England
Speciality: Heavy
Appearance:
Bio: Donald was born in London, England to a highly militaristic family. His father was a Sergeant within the British Army and Donald intended to follow in his footsteps. However, Donald's father was killed while on patrol in Afghanistan. His mother didn't want Donald to suffer the same fate as his father, but he felt it would dishonour his father's memory if he didn't join the army. That's exactly what Donald did when he left school. He was a Corporal when the paranormal forces attacked USA and then the UK. Donald was recalled from active duty in Iraq and put on the front lines to defend against the forces while civilians where evacuated. It went horribly wrong and his entire squad was decimated and he was the only survivors. Wanting vengeance, he joined ParaCom.
Personality: Donald is a generally likeable character, believing that it's better to have more friends than enemies in the world's current state. At the mention of paranormal forces though, he turns into something else. He wants to get revenge on them for killing his squad back in England. He is the type to follow orders down to the bone. He isn't disrespecting and will almost always listen to anything people have to say. He also enjoys what he does and feels he was destined to be a soldier from a young age.
Name: Wolfgang Müller
Country of origin: Germany
Specialty: Assault
Appearance:
Bio: Wolfgang was born in Munich and quickly given to a foster home as his parents could not cope with a child because they were so poor. He got into fight after fight with the other children, and quickly became an outcast. He left school at 16 and decided to join the army as no other career choices were open to him. After ten years in the army, he was promoted to Sergeant and then the paranormal forces attacked. They spread across the globe swiftly, decimating anything and anyone in their path. After Wolfgang witnessed the genocide committed by them, he decided to join the ParaCom to get revenge on them.
Personality: Wolfgang is a shy kind of guy, and doesn't easily open up to anyone. He prefers to stick on his own, but will happily help his squad and anybody in need if the situation requires it. He dislikes annoying people and almost immediately jumps to violence. His favorite pastime is to sit down and read a book in his quarters or work out in the gym, alone. Among his peer group, he always was an outcast and prefers to stay that way so his anger problems don't get him into any trouble with his superior officers and get himself discharged.
Country of origin: England
Speciality: Heavy
Appearance:
Bio: Donald was born in London, England to a highly militaristic family. His father was a Sergeant within the British Army and Donald intended to follow in his footsteps. However, Donald's father was killed while on patrol in Afghanistan. His mother didn't want Donald to suffer the same fate as his father, but he felt it would dishonour his father's memory if he didn't join the army. That's exactly what Donald did when he left school. He was a Corporal when the paranormal forces attacked USA and then the UK. Donald was recalled from active duty in Iraq and put on the front lines to defend against the forces while civilians where evacuated. It went horribly wrong and his entire squad was decimated and he was the only survivors. Wanting vengeance, he joined ParaCom.
Personality: Donald is a generally likeable character, believing that it's better to have more friends than enemies in the world's current state. At the mention of paranormal forces though, he turns into something else. He wants to get revenge on them for killing his squad back in England. He is the type to follow orders down to the bone. He isn't disrespecting and will almost always listen to anything people have to say. He also enjoys what he does and feels he was destined to be a soldier from a young age.
Name: Wolfgang Müller
Country of origin: Germany
Specialty: Assault
Appearance:
Bio: Wolfgang was born in Munich and quickly given to a foster home as his parents could not cope with a child because they were so poor. He got into fight after fight with the other children, and quickly became an outcast. He left school at 16 and decided to join the army as no other career choices were open to him. After ten years in the army, he was promoted to Sergeant and then the paranormal forces attacked. They spread across the globe swiftly, decimating anything and anyone in their path. After Wolfgang witnessed the genocide committed by them, he decided to join the ParaCom to get revenge on them.
Personality: Wolfgang is a shy kind of guy, and doesn't easily open up to anyone. He prefers to stick on his own, but will happily help his squad and anybody in need if the situation requires it. He dislikes annoying people and almost immediately jumps to violence. His favorite pastime is to sit down and read a book in his quarters or work out in the gym, alone. Among his peer group, he always was an outcast and prefers to stay that way so his anger problems don't get him into any trouble with his superior officers and get himself discharged.
Sorry for not posting for a while! I've had a lot to deal with in real life and haven't had the time to post!
Sorry for not posting for a while! I've had a lot to deal with in real life and haven't had the time to post!
Nelson - The Outpost - Alex
Nelson was running. As fast as he could. He couldn't keep a steady pace up for prolonged periods of time and kept tripping over. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw that a huge group of walkers were chasing after him. It must have numbered in the hundreds. Nelson could feel himself begin to sweat and couldn't breathe normally. His heart and lungs felt like they were about to explode into a million tiny pieces. Nelson clutched at his chest, trying to regain correct respiration, but it just wasn't happening. Finally, his legs gave out and he fell flat onto his back, paralysed. The herd was coming closer. He lay spread eagled on the ground, unable to move. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Torn limb from limb by ravenous walkers. Nothing more than a meal to the legions of the undead. They surrounded him and closed in. The first walker opened it's mouth, revealing decaying teeth, and pounced. Everything went black before it reached his unclean flesh.
Nelson launched himself up from the bed, sweating profusely. "It was just a dream," he kept reassuring himself. He ran his hands all over his body, worriedly checking for bites or scratches. He found none. Nelson propped himself up with an elbow as the room he was in came into focus. He hadn't seen this place before. Had he been kidnapped? Had the walkers evolved and were now capturing their prey to eat at a later date? Nelson slowed his breathing right down in an attempt to calm his heart rate. He sighed, happy that he was somewhat safe, even if it was just for a day. Nelson swung his legs over to the side of the bed before noticing a man was there.
Nelson stared at the man for a minute, not able to decide whether or not he was a walker. He instinctively reached for the handgun that normally sat in his waistline. It wasn't there. Nelson screwed his eyes shut, scolding himself for losing it. He glared at the man again, before speaking.
"Where the fuck am I?"
Nelson was running. As fast as he could. He couldn't keep a steady pace up for prolonged periods of time and kept tripping over. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he saw that a huge group of walkers were chasing after him. It must have numbered in the hundreds. Nelson could feel himself begin to sweat and couldn't breathe normally. His heart and lungs felt like they were about to explode into a million tiny pieces. Nelson clutched at his chest, trying to regain correct respiration, but it just wasn't happening. Finally, his legs gave out and he fell flat onto his back, paralysed. The herd was coming closer. He lay spread eagled on the ground, unable to move. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Torn limb from limb by ravenous walkers. Nothing more than a meal to the legions of the undead. They surrounded him and closed in. The first walker opened it's mouth, revealing decaying teeth, and pounced. Everything went black before it reached his unclean flesh.
Nelson launched himself up from the bed, sweating profusely. "It was just a dream," he kept reassuring himself. He ran his hands all over his body, worriedly checking for bites or scratches. He found none. Nelson propped himself up with an elbow as the room he was in came into focus. He hadn't seen this place before. Had he been kidnapped? Had the walkers evolved and were now capturing their prey to eat at a later date? Nelson slowed his breathing right down in an attempt to calm his heart rate. He sighed, happy that he was somewhat safe, even if it was just for a day. Nelson swung his legs over to the side of the bed before noticing a man was there.
Nelson stared at the man for a minute, not able to decide whether or not he was a walker. He instinctively reached for the handgun that normally sat in his waistline. It wasn't there. Nelson screwed his eyes shut, scolding himself for losing it. He glared at the man again, before speaking.
"Where the fuck am I?"
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