@Blue2 I'm interested in the captain role, since I have experience writing characters like that. Other than that, maybe the ship navigator, or if it is a carrier based ship, a pilot of the ship or a small ship on it
It may be a bit early to ask this, but are the characters gonna be arriving there from different places, or are already there at the intro post? I wanna know a bit so that I can think ahead of what I intend to write as an opening post.
The player's character's database is already looking pretty interesting now, potential interaction as well as combat.
“I don’t wanna do it, but that’s what we’re gonna do.”
General information//:
<Full name> Hans Vallin
<Gender> Male
<Age> 26 (April 20, 1909)
<Race> Half Gallian, half Imperial
“People usually make fun of people with ugly expressions and scary faces. But little do they know what they have been through to get it.”
<Appearance>
A man who has been through many things he shouldn’t have at the age. He has blonde hair and grass green eyes, an inheritance of his late-mother. Hans is fairly well-built. Not entirely muscular, but not thin or wimpy. Twenty six springs have passed ever since Hans was born into the world, his face still bear a few traces of youth, and yet the war has taken his toll on him. In the corner of his right eyes was a bullet scar that ended in his right temple, though this is not commonly seen, as his bangs would cover it for him. But perhaps the most powerful reminder of the war he had been through was the chest. A huge scar that ran horizontally in his chest, a combination of both combat injuries and surgery.
For a choice of clothings, Hans is a little formal in terms. He was born with a status that people in his hometown usually dubbed as ‘poor nobleman’, which is simply the lowest in the hierarchy of nobility, but still considered a nobleman. As a result, he is accustomed to wearing formal clothes. But normally, he is seen wearing his Militia uniform, with a few medals attached onto his left chest, dictating his combat history, insignias dictating his ranks as Corporal and role as an armored crewman. He has no head protective gear, but possess a headset, and a throat microphone that he and his crew took and renovate from the dead crewmen of a destroyed Imperial tank.
<Height> 5'9 (180cm)
“If I'm gonna have to die, I'm gonna die. The same goes for you.”
<Personality>
A strict, stoic, realistic yet tragic tank commander, Hans is never seen making irrational decisions or acting out of pure emotions and instinct, but rather logic and tactic. He knows the full consequences of pure recklessness, and never wants any of his crew to suffer needlessly from it. But nevertheless, he is not the type to be afraid of sacrifices, even if it meant sacrificing his comrade’s lives, or his own, for the sake of the common goal. Taking the matter philosophically, one can properly define Hans as a realist, compared to the opposite archetype, idealist. While idealists tend to put their morality and code of honor ahead of reasons, realists are entirely opposite. Hans usually views the situation in a more pragmatic way, making decisions based on simply logics, and is not affected by emotions. When a situation demands a difficult decision to be made, even if it is cruel and ruthless, while idealists tend to get stuck between the conflict between their own beliefs and reality, Hans is not affected. As a result, he is sometimes considered to be cruel and brutal, even sometimes by his own crew, who has been with him the longest, but in reality, he is simple a damaged soul who has seen too many things that he shouldn’t have seen, and is only acting for the best, for the sake of everybody else, and for the common goal.
Hans shows a considerable amount of hatred for the Imperials and also the Gallian Military, who are pretty much the cause for every calamities and tragedies he has seen in the course of his life. The Imperials, who destroyed his hometown, forcing his mother to move away, and eventually killed his entire family. He does everything he can to kill them. The Gallian Military, specifically the high command, for their actions of disregarding human’s lives and sent him, his crew and his former squads on suicidal missions, and then eventually revoking their credits for their own. For them, he is not hesitant to show disrespect or insubordination, but does not go any further than that. Despite this, he is brave, compassionate, caring and is dedicated to keeping everyone around him safe. <Rank> Corporal
<Role> Armored Crewman (Tank Commander)
“I'm sorry, mother, father, Jynette. I did my best...”
<Biography>
Born in the town of Senshan, in the far east border of Gallia, to a mother whose ancestors were Imperial soldiers, and to a father who is a noble in that town. The story of the couple began with the Imperial’s oppression upon his mother’s city, where Darcsen’s population is the common population. The sheer brutality of the soldiers there caused his mother to move away to Gallia, a Neutral country, in hopes of a peaceful life. There, she fell in love with a nobleman, and the two had a child together. The name is as expected: Hans Vallin. Hans lived a peaceful and normal childhood, under the love and care of his parents. He grew up normally, did well at school, entered university specialized in engineering, and got a beautiful girlfriend. Life was good, and one could think that the happiness would last forever, until the war began…
Senshan was among the first targets to be hit by the Imperial forces. The town-watch were especially unprepared for such an invasion, and as a result, civilians were not evacuated in time. In the midst of the chaos, Hans, while returning from university, found his house destroyed by artillery fire, burning and collapsing. Panicked, he ran away and met up with his girlfriend by coincidence. The two then tried to steal a horse in the midst of chaos and escape the town, but an Imperial sniper soon took the life of his girlfriend, who died in front of him.
The battle lasted for another two days, with the entire town captured by Imperial soldiers. Fate had spared Hans from the scythe of death, but had killed him mentally. Left with everyone he knew dead, his home gone, his money vanished, Hans was basically clueless. He had limited options. Thankfully, a nice Militia man who survived the battle of Senshan told him that he should enlist in the Militia, to help in the resistance against the Empire. To this day, Hans still considered it to be one of the best advice he ever got.
He joined the Militia shortly after, and his knowledge in the field of engineering helped him got a slot as an Armored Crewman, taking command of a Gallian light tank, named Pacifier, along with a crew of three, who would become his close friends: Hans himself, Sora - the gunner, and Joachim - the driver. Initially distrusted, because of his half Imperial blood, Hans’s discipline, bravery and care for the two of them soon earned him their respect. They regarded him like an older brother of the team, while Hans saw them as nothing but his second family.
Hans’s first battle went well, even better than people had expected. But his second battle was not. His squad, consisted of three Gallian light tanks and a group of supporting infantries, were sent to attack an Imperial convoy attempting to supply their frontline troops. But mid-way, they were ambushed by a heavily armed Imperial heavy tank, which soon decimated the entire squad, with the only exception was the Pacifier. With several skilled maneuvering and quick decision making, the Pacifier managed to jam the Imperial tank’s turret, destroy its track and then finally taking out the crew. The Pacifier survived the battle, but in the making, Hans was seriously injured when the tank’s machine gun shot him a few times in the torso during the fight. The mission failed, and he was quickly taken back to base for medical treatment. The battle earned him a huge scar in his torso, a reminder of that terrible day.
His injuries did not stop him from taking the commander’s hatch for long, as he returned to combat a month after, assigned to a new squad. The next two missions were uneventful, but the one after that was a total repetition of the second battle. A suicidal frontal assault issued by the high command, which ended in his entire squad killed, again, except for his own tank, which escaped demise because of the damage it received made the enemy thought it was knocked out. After the battle, when all sides had ceased firing, the Pacifier rolled its tracks again, and returned to base, where he would be assigned to Squad 11. <Affiliations>
Haven Vallin - Father (Deceased) Arisa Vallin - Mother (Deceased) Jynette Beaumont - Girlfriend (Deceased) Sora Emiralda - Close friend and comrade (Alive) Joachim Ayalatte - Close friend and comrade (Alive)
Tank//:
Pacifier
“It's not simply a tank. It's our home.”
<General information>
The Pacifier is a standard Gallian light tank under the command of Corporal Hans Vallin. The tank boasts a 360 degrees turret, an auto-loading system, and an unusually large caliber (75mm) gun. The tank is fast, mobile and lightly armored, suitable for hit and run tactics. The tank’s weak armor is a deadly weakness when engaging other Imperial tanks. While it can cope with an Imperial light tank, it may fall short when fighting medium or more heavily armored tanks, but can still outmaneuver and take them out if skilled enough
After the battle with the Imperial heavy tank, Hans saw a desperate needs for additional armor. The crew then proceeded to install additional logs and sandbags onto the tank, with spaced-armor on the turret. The tank’s protection was increased, but it could still be taken out with a single shot if hit at the right spot. In addition, there is a gun located in the driver seat, serving as an anti-infantry gun. However, the gun is not a machine gun, but a standard Gallian service rifle being placed into it, so its firing speed is exceptionally painful compared to an actual tank machine gun.
<Other crew members>
Sora Emiralda
Gunner
<Gender> Female
<Age> 20
<General information>
Born a scholar to yet another rural town in Gallia that was destroyed by the Imperial soldiers, Sora was going to be an aspiring mathematician, and was writing her theory of mathematics when the war broke out. After being driven out by the Empire, she decided to join the Militia in hopes of liberating her hometown from tyranny. Her skills in quick calculation gave her a position as a tank gunner, and she was soon assigned to her first tank: The Pacifier. There, she met her crewmates, Private Joachim and Corporal Hans Vallin. Being a person of great intellect, she did not hate Hans at first, but was cautious around him. But soon after their first battle together, she was impressed by Hans's tactical and logical mind, and from that point onwards, she trusted him completely and unquestioningly.
Sora is a bit air-headed, as her min is usually elsewhere, thinking about the equations and numbers, but in the heat of battle, she is a force to be reckoned with. Focused, intense and accurate describes her really well. She regards Hans as a strict, somewhat brutal, but trustful and caring, generally good. She shows respect to his 'tough-love' kind of teaching, mostly towards the brash Joachim, and usually does not interfere with him.
Sora's hair color is sometimes misinterpreted for being a Darcsen, but she didn't usually receive discriminations, as they are apparent enough to distinguish her from them.
Joachim Ayalatte
Driver/Assistant gunner
<Gender> Male
<Age> 24
<General information>
Joachim was a rude, angry and rash tank driver from a poor and uneducated family who had to work in construction sites at Fouzen for a living. Tired and sick of his living conditions, the invasion of Gallia by the Imperial forces was a perfect escape route to Joachim, as he enlisted in the Militia via the universal conscription. He was initially going to be assigned as a scout, but circumstances pulled him into becoming a tank driver. He was assigned to the Pacifier, along with Sora and Hans. Upon learning his commander's origin, a nobility and a half Imperial, the hot-headed tank driver immediately grew to hate and distrust him, but were forced into following his orders, by Sora and some of the former members of his squad. After the Pacifier's first victory, his hate was shaken by Hans's tactical ability, and by the second battle against the Imperial heavy tank, the distaste vanished, after seeing Hans bravely giving out battle orders despite being critically injured by the tank's machine gun. From that point onwards, Joachim no longer held any grudges towards his commander anymore, and had a sense of mutual respect and trust to him.
Joachim's rash and angry personality serve as a foil to the two more calm and collected crew members. His uneducated background had a major impact on his personality. Nevertheless, he surprisingly showed compassion towards Darcsens, as he had many times worked closely with them at Fouzen, and understood the unfairness of such a terrible social discrimination towards a race whose convictions were a story of thousands of years ago that had absolutely no evidence at all. He also grew to hate nobility, as most of whom he encountered were mostly jerks who knew nothing of compassion and kindness to people like him, especially the Darcsens.
Acion was sitting idly, his hand stroking the feathers of his wings slowly and carefully so as not to cut himself, when Jett walked into class. He and Acion did share a glance at each other, but did not share anything more than that, as he took a seat. Then another student came in, whom he also recognized, from yesterday's lunch. Acion did remember giving her an introduction. Thinking about it, it really did make him embarrassed at that. He wondered if she would treat him like a total weirdo now. But noticing her wave, his tension disappeared considerably.
Finished. You can take a look, and tell me if something's not fit, then I will make readjustment asap
Hans Vallin
“I don’t wanna do it, but that’s what we’re gonna do.”
General information//:
<Full name> Hans Vallin
<Gender> Male
<Age> 26 (April 20, 1909)
<Race> Half Gallian, half Imperial
“People usually make fun of people with ugly expressions and scary faces. But little do they know what they have been through to get it.”
<Appearance>
A man who has been through many things he shouldn’t have at the age. He has blonde hair and grass green eyes, an inheritance of his late-mother. Hans is fairly well-built. Not entirely muscular, but not thin or wimpy. Twenty six springs have passed ever since Hans was born into the world, his face still bear a few traces of youth, and yet the war has taken his toll on him. In the corner of his right eyes was a bullet scar that ended in his right temple, though this is not commonly seen, as his bangs would cover it for him. But perhaps the most powerful reminder of the war he had been through was the chest. A huge scar that ran horizontally in his chest, a combination of both combat injuries and surgery.
For a choice of clothings, Hans is a little formal in terms. He was born with a status that people in his hometown usually dubbed as ‘poor nobleman’, which is simply the lowest in the hierarchy of nobility, but still considered a nobleman. As a result, he is accustomed to wearing formal clothes. But normally, he is seen wearing his Militia uniform, with a few medals attached onto his left chest, dictating his combat history, insignias dictating his ranks as Corporal and role as an armored crewman. He has no head protective gear, but possess a headset, and a throat microphone that he and his crew took and renovate from the dead crewmen of a destroyed Imperial tank.
<Height> 5'9 (180cm)
“If I'm gonna have to die, I'm gonna die. The same goes for you.”
<Personality>
A strict, stoic, realistic yet tragic tank commander, Hans is never seen making irrational decisions or acting out of pure emotions and instinct, but rather logic and tactic. He knows the full consequences of pure recklessness, and never wants any of his crew to suffer needlessly from it. But nevertheless, he is not the type to be afraid of sacrifices, even if it meant sacrificing his comrade’s lives, or his own, for the sake of the common goal. Taking the matter philosophically, one can properly define Hans as a realist, compared to the opposite archetype, idealist. While idealists tend to put their morality and code of honor ahead of reasons, realists are entirely opposite. Hans usually views the situation in a more pragmatic way, making decisions based on simply logics, and is not affected by emotions. When a situation demands a difficult decision to be made, even if it is cruel and ruthless, while idealists tend to get stuck between the conflict between their own beliefs and reality, Hans is not affected. As a result, he is sometimes considered to be cruel and brutal, even sometimes by his own crew, who has been with him the longest, but in reality, he is simple a damaged soul who has seen too many things that he shouldn’t have seen, and is only acting for the best, for the sake of everybody else, and for the common goal.
Hans shows a considerable amount of hatred for the Imperials and also the Gallian Military, who are pretty much the cause for every calamities and tragedies he has seen in the course of his life. The Imperials, who destroyed his hometown, forcing his mother to move away, and eventually killed his entire family. He does everything he can to kill them. The Gallian Military, specifically the high command, for their actions of disregarding human’s lives and sent him, his crew and his former squads on suicidal missions, and then eventually revoking their credits for their own. For them, he is not hesitant to show disrespect or insubordination, but does not go any further than that. Despite this, he is brave, compassionate, caring and is dedicated to keeping everyone around him safe. <Rank> Corporal
<Role> Armored Crewman (Tank Commander)
“I'm sorry, mother, father, Jynette. I did my best...”
<Biography>
Born in the town of Senshan, in the far east border of Gallia, to a mother whose ancestors were Imperial soldiers, and to a father who is a noble in that town. The story of the couple began with the Imperial’s oppression upon his mother’s city, where Darcsen’s population is the common population. The sheer brutality of the soldiers there caused his mother to move away to Gallia, a Neutral country, in hopes of a peaceful life. There, she fell in love with a nobleman, and the two had a child together. The name is as expected: Hans Vallin. Hans lived a peaceful and normal childhood, under the love and care of his parents. He grew up normally, did well at school, entered university specialized in engineering, and got a beautiful girlfriend. Life was good, and one could think that the happiness would last forever, until the war began…
Senshan was among the first targets to be hit by the Imperial forces. The town-watch were especially unprepared for such an invasion, and as a result, civilians were not evacuated in time. In the midst of the chaos, Hans, while returning from university, found his house destroyed by artillery fire, burning and collapsing. Panicked, he ran away and met up with his girlfriend by coincidence. The two then tried to steal a horse in the midst of chaos and escape the town, but an Imperial sniper soon took the life of his girlfriend, who died in front of him.
The battle lasted for another two days, with the entire town captured by Imperial soldiers. Fate had spared Hans from the scythe of death, but had killed him mentally. Left with everyone he knew dead, his home gone, his money vanished, Hans was basically clueless. He had limited options. Thankfully, a nice Militia man who survived the battle of Senshan told him that he should enlist in the Militia, to help in the resistance against the Empire. To this day, Hans still considered it to be one of the best advice he ever got.
He joined the Militia shortly after, and his knowledge in the field of engineering helped him got a slot as an Armored Crewman, taking command of a Gallian light tank, named Pacifier, along with a crew of three, who would become his close friends: Hans himself, Sora - the gunner, and Joachim - the driver. Initially distrusted, because of his half Imperial blood, Hans’s discipline, bravery and care for the two of them soon earned him their respect. They regarded him like an older brother of the team, while Hans saw them as nothing but his second family.
Hans’s first battle went well, even better than people had expected. But his second battle was not. His squad, consisted of three Gallian light tanks and a group of supporting infantries, were sent to attack an Imperial convoy attempting to supply their frontline troops. But mid-way, they were ambushed by a heavily armed Imperial heavy tank, which soon decimated the entire squad, with the only exception was the Pacifier. With several skilled maneuvering and quick decision making, the Pacifier managed to jam the Imperial tank’s turret, destroy its track and then finally taking out the crew. The Pacifier survived the battle, but in the making, Hans was seriously injured when the tank’s machine gun shot him a few times in the torso during the fight. The mission failed, and he was quickly taken back to base for medical treatment. The battle earned him a huge scar in his torso, a reminder of that terrible day.
His injuries did not stop him from taking the commander’s hatch for long, as he returned to combat a month after, assigned to a new squad. The next two missions were uneventful, but the one after that was a total repetition of the second battle. A suicidal frontal assault issued by the high command, which ended in his entire squad killed, again, except for his own tank, which escaped demise because of the damage it received made the enemy thought it was knocked out. After the battle, when all sides had ceased firing, the Pacifier rolled its tracks again, and returned to base, where he would be assigned to Squad 11. <Affiliations>
Haven Vallin - Father (Deceased) Arisa Vallin - Mother (Deceased) Jynette Beaumont - Girlfriend (Deceased) Sora Emiralda - Close friend and comrade (Alive) Joachim Ayalatte - Close friend and comrade (Alive)
Tank//:
Pacifier
“It's not simply a tank. It's our home.”
<General information>
The Pacifier is a standard Gallian light tank under the command of Corporal Hans Vallin. The tank boasts a 360 degrees turret, an auto-loading system, and an unusually large caliber (75mm) gun. The tank is fast, mobile and lightly armored, suitable for hit and run tactics. The tank’s weak armor is a deadly weakness when engaging other Imperial tanks. While it can cope with an Imperial light tank, it may fall short when fighting medium or more heavily armored tanks, but can still outmaneuver and take them out if skilled enough
After the battle with the Imperial heavy tank, Hans saw a desperate needs for additional armor. The crew then proceeded to install additional logs and sandbags onto the tank, with spaced-armor on the turret. The tank’s protection was increased, but it could still be taken out with a single shot if hit at the right spot. In addition, there is a gun located in the driver seat, serving as an anti-infantry gun. However, the gun is not a machine gun, but a standard Gallian service rifle being placed into it, so its firing speed is exceptionally painful compared to an actual tank machine gun.
<Other crew members>
Sora Emiralda
Gunner
<Gender> Female
<Age> 20
<General information>
Born a scholar to yet another rural town in Gallia that was destroyed by the Imperial soldiers, Sora was going to be an aspiring mathematician, and was writing her theory of mathematics when the war broke out. After being driven out by the Empire, she decided to join the Militia in hopes of liberating her hometown from tyranny. Her skills in quick calculation gave her a position as a tank gunner, and she was soon assigned to her first tank: The Pacifier. There, she met her crewmates, Private Joachim and Corporal Hans Vallin. Being a person of great intellect, she did not hate Hans at first, but was cautious around him. But soon after their first battle together, she was impressed by Hans's tactical and logical mind, and from that point onwards, she trusted him completely and unquestioningly.
Sora is a bit air-headed, as her min is usually elsewhere, thinking about the equations and numbers, but in the heat of battle, she is a force to be reckoned with. Focused, intense and accurate describes her really well. She regards Hans as a strict, somewhat brutal, but trustful and caring, generally good. She shows respect to his 'tough-love' kind of teaching, mostly towards the brash Joachim, and usually does not interfere with him.
Sora's hair color is sometimes misinterpreted for being a Darcsen, but she didn't usually receive discriminations, as they are apparent enough to distinguish her from them.
Joachim Ayalatte
Driver/Assistant gunner
<Gender> Male
<Age> 24
<General information>
Joachim was a rude, angry and rash tank driver from a poor and uneducated family who had to work in construction sites at Fouzen for a living. Tired and sick of his living conditions, the invasion of Gallia by the Imperial forces was a perfect escape route to Joachim, as he enlisted in the Militia via the universal conscription. He was initially going to be assigned as a scout, but circumstances pulled him into becoming a tank driver. He was assigned to the Pacifier, along with Sora and Hans. Upon learning his commander's origin, a nobility and a half Imperial, the hot-headed tank driver immediately grew to hate and distrust him, but were forced into following his orders, by Sora and some of the former members of his squad. After the Pacifier's first victory, his hate was shaken by Hans's tactical ability, and by the second battle against the Imperial heavy tank, the distaste vanished, after seeing Hans bravely giving out battle orders despite being critically injured by the tank's machine gun. From that point onwards, Joachim no longer held any grudges towards his commander anymore, and had a sense of mutual respect and trust to him.
Joachim's rash and angry personality serve as a foil to the two more calm and collected crew members. His uneducated background had a major impact on his personality. Nevertheless, he surprisingly showed compassion towards Darcsens, as he had many times worked closely with them at Fouzen, and understood the unfairness of such a terrible social discrimination towards a race whose convictions were a story of thousands of years ago that had absolutely no evidence at all. He also grew to hate nobility, as most of whom he encountered were mostly jerks who knew nothing of compassion and kindness to people like him, especially the Darcsens.
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