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Stupid RPGuild, did weird things to this post...
Here's an example.
When I last did this RP. One of the characters had Specops training, paramilitary and mercenary background.
Another example in the game this takes alot of inspiration from, one of the characters was former IRA and a former prisoner.
I can honestly tell you, my character is going to be a former JTF2 operative who had been working paramilitary security in Rwanda up until now.
Does that answer your question?
When I last did this RP. One of the characters had Specops training, paramilitary and mercenary background.
Another example in the game this takes alot of inspiration from, one of the characters was former IRA and a former prisoner.
I can honestly tell you, my character is going to be a former JTF2 operative who had been working paramilitary security in Rwanda up until now.
Does that answer your question?
You get to choose the pistol. But only a pistol, and a melee weapon. You don't have room to take any rifles or shotguns in with you. But seeing the country is in upheaval you can pick up something like that there.
The pistol can be a modern M9 or a slightly older M1911. All up to you.
And the melee weapon can be anything from the good old K-Bar knife, to a forged 2 foot short sword or even a tomahawk. Just remember, that's all you're going in with at the moment.
And it might be days, or weeks before you might get your hands on something like an AK47. If you're lucky you may find a F2000 or a SCAR.
It's all possible, though the newer guns will be very rare. The older the weapon, the more common. You are more likely to see crappy FNFALs and AK74 carbines over M16s or QBZ95s
The pistol can be a modern M9 or a slightly older M1911. All up to you.
And the melee weapon can be anything from the good old K-Bar knife, to a forged 2 foot short sword or even a tomahawk. Just remember, that's all you're going in with at the moment.
And it might be days, or weeks before you might get your hands on something like an AK47. If you're lucky you may find a F2000 or a SCAR.
It's all possible, though the newer guns will be very rare. The older the weapon, the more common. You are more likely to see crappy FNFALs and AK74 carbines over M16s or QBZ95s
A divided South African country. Two warring factions, both alike in ideal, but both very much unable to adapt and compromise. Both willing to fight, and to die for their idea of a free country. But neither willing to give it to the other side. Both armed, both with men willing to see it through, but none of them willing to kill their neighbours.
International mercenaries. Hundreds, thousands of them. All looking for money, all of them hard, steel tough and cold hearted. They are willing to kill where the natives aren't. They can pick up the rifles and guns to kill the other side. All they want is the money they are promised. They don't care about ideals or about beliefs. Just money.
A shadowy, stealthy black marketeer. A man who seems to have his hands on every weapon in the country. He's supplied guns to both sides, and to the last remnants of the African Army that is holed up in the country. Everyone says he's the cause of the battles. Is he?
You, you are former military, or former police. It doesn't matter. You've been drifting for awhile now. But your government has found you, and offered you a deal. For any past crimes, you'll be forgiven. And for a large sum of money, atleast half a billion of your countries currency, you will be supplied with a pistol, a map, a melee weapon, and your perfered means of infiltration into the country. Your mission? Kill the black Marketeer known as the Scorpion and either destabiliize the country enough for fighting to break out and outside forces to have the reason to move in, or stop the war entirely.
Upon completion of your missions, you will be extracted, to the country of your choice, and the money wired into the account of your choosing.
Good luck.
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So yes this is heavily inspired by FarCry 2, don't like that, then hit that back button.
For the rest of you, show your interest here.
International mercenaries. Hundreds, thousands of them. All looking for money, all of them hard, steel tough and cold hearted. They are willing to kill where the natives aren't. They can pick up the rifles and guns to kill the other side. All they want is the money they are promised. They don't care about ideals or about beliefs. Just money.
A shadowy, stealthy black marketeer. A man who seems to have his hands on every weapon in the country. He's supplied guns to both sides, and to the last remnants of the African Army that is holed up in the country. Everyone says he's the cause of the battles. Is he?
You, you are former military, or former police. It doesn't matter. You've been drifting for awhile now. But your government has found you, and offered you a deal. For any past crimes, you'll be forgiven. And for a large sum of money, atleast half a billion of your countries currency, you will be supplied with a pistol, a map, a melee weapon, and your perfered means of infiltration into the country. Your mission? Kill the black Marketeer known as the Scorpion and either destabiliize the country enough for fighting to break out and outside forces to have the reason to move in, or stop the war entirely.
Upon completion of your missions, you will be extracted, to the country of your choice, and the money wired into the account of your choosing.
Good luck.
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So yes this is heavily inspired by FarCry 2, don't like that, then hit that back button.
For the rest of you, show your interest here.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Victor followed Natalie up the wire swinging over to the pilot's side. Slamming his fist up into the underside of the man's chin, cracking his visor. The big man then grabbed the pilot's head in one big hand. Pulling him out, and hanging on the skid with him. He knew by then that Natalie had control of the heli. He grinned at the pilot who is only holding on by the strap in his helmet. Victor grins down at him, "Quite a turn around huh shit-head?" He let the man hang abit then with a rough twist, broke the man's neck. The strength of the massive man being something to behold. Victor laughed darkly then let the body drop, the man is still alive, but he wouldn't be swimming. He'd drown. Not that bad a thing really.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
He got up and kneeled on the skid, "Haaa after all this I think we've earned a little time off yeah?" He smiled, hooking his arm just inside the cockpit and his legs around the skid. He wouldn't be going anywhere.
Victor had a straw hat pulled over his face. He had stripped out of his combat kit as soon as they had gotten here. Slipped into some jean shorts and a tie die shirt and had chilled out. He was so needing to relax after everything that had happened. And this was perfect. He had downed atleast 2 of those bottle of Vodka himself. It took a great deal to get either of them drunk, just how it ran. Their bodies were built that way. And thus, when he was a little buzzed, it felt really good.
But what really intoxicated him the most is the wonderful woman beside him.
He was always so amazed at what she could do. And what got him most was the first wheeze. He blushes, then watched as she ascended her position above him. As she got closer and closer, teasing him with her rear and those blasts of stench and sound he felt himself getting harder and harder. Then they came down upon him like massive pillows. And all was sealed off.
He woke up not long later. Grinning up at his warrior women, "Is that all you've got? Do I need to force you to stay down on me?" He grinned giving her large rear a resounding smack. No one is around to hear them. He grinned at her, sitting up abit, and waiting for her to return.
Lords above and below, I'm sorry it took so long. I didn't mean to take so long to post.
I battled through the writers block to bring you as good a post as I could.
I battled through the writers block to bring you as good a post as I could.
Howard and Domenico made their way into a small warehouse where Dom's equipment had been put. Dom pulled the tarp off the boxes and bags, nodding. He ran his hands over the length of the M242 Bushmaster. The Italian smiled, "It's been awhile since I've had to lift this thing. But, I think we'll be just fine. Throw us both into the shit. That's where the good stuff happens." He began to unpack things. Howard coming in to assist. Soon they had several heavy folding tables set up the armor on one, the saw-toothed grin on the helmet gleaming. The scaled arm armor solid looking. Domenico smiled, "This is my weapon...as the saying goes..." He looked over the Bushmaster carefully smiling brightly, "All in working order. Be ready to go as soon as we get our first job as a team." Howard looked everything over in astonishment, "How the hell did you get your hands on all of this again Dom? All of this is cutting edge military. Where do you get the ammo for that Bushmaster?"
Dom just smiled, "You can do alot when you know someone who knows someone. If you want my secret, I'll tell you here and now. There's an American quartermaster in the US army that owes me several favors. He puts aside bits and pieces of ammo shipments. And I keep his...indiscretions from becoming public. Or well the Mafia does anyway.: Dom begins to suit up carefully. Not sure why but he just feels the need to do so.
As he's doing that with Howard's help Antoine walks in, and for a moment just watches as the big Italian slowly gets his heavily armored suit into place. Quickly that shark-like visage began to take form. The last thing to go on is Domenico's sawtooth grin etched helmet. The sides sliding back to reveal his face. He quicks an eyebrow at Antoine, "Hey there pretty. What's the word?" Howard bristled just abit at someone else talking to Antoine like that, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Antoine smiled, "There's a job for us. Howard, go gear up with as much Anti-Personnel stuff you can carry. And take a lighter rifle. We'll be on top of a peak, so long distance fire won't be something we'll need." Howard hrmed, "I've been retooling a M14 EBR for abit. It ought to do for closer fighting. I'll go break that out of storage. Grab some mags and a 4x scope. A PDW and a heavy pistol ought to help too, along with my bow. I wager I'm going to be back up and support this time so I will likely be staying with a escape vehicle?" Antoine smiles, "It's okay Howie, we still love you." Howard growled a little. Domenico smiled, "Howie? I like it. I wager I'm going to be the bait? I'll load in HEI-T rounds while we're inbound then." He grabbed his weaponry, slotting everything into place, then with a strange ease, picked up a large box of 25mm ammo and swung it over his shoulder.
Howard grunted, rather impressed then raced by Antoine, rushing off to go gear up, better to be ready early then late. Antoine smiled and raced after him, smacking him on the rear as she passed him. This caused the Mohican to falter in his step, growling then and giving chase. Domenico just chuckled loudly. Striding out and towards the main building purposefully.
Dom just smiled, "You can do alot when you know someone who knows someone. If you want my secret, I'll tell you here and now. There's an American quartermaster in the US army that owes me several favors. He puts aside bits and pieces of ammo shipments. And I keep his...indiscretions from becoming public. Or well the Mafia does anyway.: Dom begins to suit up carefully. Not sure why but he just feels the need to do so.
As he's doing that with Howard's help Antoine walks in, and for a moment just watches as the big Italian slowly gets his heavily armored suit into place. Quickly that shark-like visage began to take form. The last thing to go on is Domenico's sawtooth grin etched helmet. The sides sliding back to reveal his face. He quicks an eyebrow at Antoine, "Hey there pretty. What's the word?" Howard bristled just abit at someone else talking to Antoine like that, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Antoine smiled, "There's a job for us. Howard, go gear up with as much Anti-Personnel stuff you can carry. And take a lighter rifle. We'll be on top of a peak, so long distance fire won't be something we'll need." Howard hrmed, "I've been retooling a M14 EBR for abit. It ought to do for closer fighting. I'll go break that out of storage. Grab some mags and a 4x scope. A PDW and a heavy pistol ought to help too, along with my bow. I wager I'm going to be back up and support this time so I will likely be staying with a escape vehicle?" Antoine smiles, "It's okay Howie, we still love you." Howard growled a little. Domenico smiled, "Howie? I like it. I wager I'm going to be the bait? I'll load in HEI-T rounds while we're inbound then." He grabbed his weaponry, slotting everything into place, then with a strange ease, picked up a large box of 25mm ammo and swung it over his shoulder.
Howard grunted, rather impressed then raced by Antoine, rushing off to go gear up, better to be ready early then late. Antoine smiled and raced after him, smacking him on the rear as she passed him. This caused the Mohican to falter in his step, growling then and giving chase. Domenico just chuckled loudly. Striding out and towards the main building purposefully.
Victor fired from cover. Picking off combatants as he could. He ducked down to reload just as the flashbang went off. He hadn't seen it being thrown, and hadn't registered Natalie throwing it. But luck would have it that he didn't get the full brunt of it. He did quickly come back up with fully loaded shotguns, and start making his way forward, picking off enemies as he went. He made for the central area of the room. As he passed it and started to circle back he casually dropped one of his bricks of C4 and kicked it under some containers. He dropped a few more as he went. He holstered his USAS12s and brought out his MP7s as he went, having emptied his shotguns again.
For all intents it almost looked like the big man was pulling off the Gun-Kata from Equilibrium. He kept moving. His PDWs held almost casually in his hands. Every movement he made put him in a new firing position. Every step allowed him to put fire on a position, driving combatants back, or awarded a kill. It could almost be called perfect gunplay as he went. Victor knew what is happening, and he couldn't concentrate on much else at the moment. Not wanting to lose his focus. He'd always thought of himself as a protector. He always tried to keep the attention on him in a firefight. Off his lovely fiancee, to let her be the tactical giant she is. He'd always been the Tank. Even back in his days of playing DnD and when he got the chance to play League of Legends or Smite on the base. He always acted the Tank. Always tried to soak up the damage, keep the attention. His movements kept the fire pouring at him, rather then Natalie, allowing her to do her work. He didn't stop, needing to do that work. Get it all clear for his future wife.
After abit he found himself turning slowly in place. They had managed to drive the lot of them back. And the charges were set. He reloaded quickly, putting more fire on the men. He shouted to Natalie as she joined him, "Yeah, back the way we came, Go, I'll hold the re...oh shit." He heard the chopper too. He watched as it buzzed in. HE didn't bother to waste ammo on it. The windshield is likely up armored, and his pistol grade PDW rounds wouldn't cause much of a problem to it. He instead got into a crouch, and with a burst of speed that shouldn't be possible for someone his size, ran for the water. He kicked hard and sailed up into the air, spread his arms to his side as he did briefly, then arrowing into the water, getting his mask on as he speared deeper into the water. Forget the face mask, as long as he could breathe.
Victor nodded, "You say the word and I fire." He put his MP7s away and brought out the grapnel gun. He nodded and headed for the surface, breaching and grinning, nodding, taking aim, and waiting for the word, just below the surface, but the grapnel gun ready to fire above the surface of the water.
For all intents it almost looked like the big man was pulling off the Gun-Kata from Equilibrium. He kept moving. His PDWs held almost casually in his hands. Every movement he made put him in a new firing position. Every step allowed him to put fire on a position, driving combatants back, or awarded a kill. It could almost be called perfect gunplay as he went. Victor knew what is happening, and he couldn't concentrate on much else at the moment. Not wanting to lose his focus. He'd always thought of himself as a protector. He always tried to keep the attention on him in a firefight. Off his lovely fiancee, to let her be the tactical giant she is. He'd always been the Tank. Even back in his days of playing DnD and when he got the chance to play League of Legends or Smite on the base. He always acted the Tank. Always tried to soak up the damage, keep the attention. His movements kept the fire pouring at him, rather then Natalie, allowing her to do her work. He didn't stop, needing to do that work. Get it all clear for his future wife.
After abit he found himself turning slowly in place. They had managed to drive the lot of them back. And the charges were set. He reloaded quickly, putting more fire on the men. He shouted to Natalie as she joined him, "Yeah, back the way we came, Go, I'll hold the re...oh shit." He heard the chopper too. He watched as it buzzed in. HE didn't bother to waste ammo on it. The windshield is likely up armored, and his pistol grade PDW rounds wouldn't cause much of a problem to it. He instead got into a crouch, and with a burst of speed that shouldn't be possible for someone his size, ran for the water. He kicked hard and sailed up into the air, spread his arms to his side as he did briefly, then arrowing into the water, getting his mask on as he speared deeper into the water. Forget the face mask, as long as he could breathe.
Victor nodded, "You say the word and I fire." He put his MP7s away and brought out the grapnel gun. He nodded and headed for the surface, breaching and grinning, nodding, taking aim, and waiting for the word, just below the surface, but the grapnel gun ready to fire above the surface of the water.
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