Eisenhorn

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

@Paradoxial You are far too kind haha, I don't expect him to make it out of the first unescorted mission. Speaking of dying an embarrassing valiant death, I really need to sit down and draft him some starting spells...

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

Wow, sounds like that's more exciting to us than it is to you!

@The Fated Fallen

Heh, stuck in a sub underwater for three months at a time on average, and the excitement dies in a hurry. Doubly so since we had very few ways to alleviate boredom.

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

@The Fated Fallen That deserved a laugh and thank, was a toss up.

@rivaan Close enough, got a couple hours to go here still though.

Thanks from both of ya for saying so. Beats being out god knows where in a metal tube under the ocean like last year, so pretty much anything is an improvement.

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

I too shall have a post up sometime tonight or tomorrow. If not tonight, probably Wednesday. Tuesday happens to be my birthday, so might take a day off for myself.

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

I don't think we could kick off the first helicopter drop with anything better.

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

While the RPD is certainly a tempting option, actually had to go with a DP-28, even if it worse in pretty much every way in comparison to an RPD. Finally got him cranked out, time to go do some more in depth research on the DP-28 so I can write for it better.

Quy Phan

Name: Quy Phan

Gender: Male
Nationality: Vietnamese
Ethnicity: Vietnamese
Appearance: Quy, 19 years old, is barely above 5'5" tall, thin and well toned from working on the family rice farm growing up. He has a scar across the bridge of his nose from a fall, but otherwise lacks any real identifiable features that one might link to him. He keeps his hair in a very short cut, whenever possible, mostly to keep it out of his eyes when he was working.

Uniform: Like most others, Quy wears his standard issue PAVN tan uniform. He keeps his sleeves rolled down, preferring to keep his arms covered whenever possible. Typically, Quy prefers a field cap that is the same color as his uniform, though will use otherwise if the need arises. He kept the sandles he wore from his time on the farm, mixing and matching it with his conventional PAVN uniform, preferring them over the issued boots.

Armaments:
- Degtyaryov Machine Gun
- 6H2 Bayonet

Specialization: Light Machine Gunner

Personality: Quy is the kind of person who is honest to a fault. He speaks his mind, usually without regard to whether someone wants to hear this or not. This can work both in his favor and against it, since he will let someone know what he thinks without realizing it might be better to keep his mouth shut. Unlike the rest of his family, who did not want him to go off to war, having lost his father and an uncle to the French, he feels that if none of them go, who will protect their way of life? He sees war as a duty, something that he is obligated to due for the good of his family. The PAVN might as well be an extension of said family, the way he sees it, so he would feel disgraceful if he didn't stick his neck out for his family. Whether this will weather the first firefight, or not, remains to be seen, but he is a determined young man if nothing else, and has no interest in quitting or backing out early, which could make retreat actions difficult to swallow.

History: Quy Phan, and his twin brother Tu, were not an unusual case in his village. Quite a number of the fathers and older men of the village had gone to fight first the Japanese and then the French, only to never return. It was considered fortunate that they ever got word confirming the death of Quy's father and uncle. This left him, and his brother, as the oldest men in the house, and having to learn the art of farming from neighbors and friends who had learned it from their living relatives as well. Growing up without his father was oddly easy, considering Quy never could remember the man, having been too young to really remember his face before he'd marched off and died. He remembers little of the past occupation his people had suffered, but he knew that he could not tolerate it ever happening again, he knew this in his gut even if he didn't say it out loud.

Politics were not something Quy was familiar with, having been a farmer's son and focused on learning just that, how to farm rice. But rumors and news did reach them. The idea that the South had chosen to ignore the accords and Americans were coming to help them do just that. In the eyes and mind of Quy, he saw them as little better than the French or Japanese had been, according to the stories of surviving elders of the village who had returned. Despite his mother's wishes, or indeed his younger siblings, he chose to take up arms and left the village. What surprised him was that his twin brother, Tu, chose to enlist with his twin. The two had always been close, so it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise.

Spending a year and a half in the PAVN, he is nearing his 20th birthday when word came down that, alongside Quy's comrades in arms, would be finally heading down to the South properly. Quy had been assigned an old DP-28, due to the fact that, while he wasn't a terribly good shot, he was strong enough to carry it around at a brisk manner and haul ammo as well. Tu had volunteered to help carry some of the ammo, keeping the two together to watch each other's backs. Coupled with enthusiastic application of fire, despite the lower RPM on the DP-28, made him a good, if not the most accurate, machine gunner.

NPCs:Tu Phan - Quy's twin brother, followed his brother into the army and carries several spare pan magazines for the DP-28 alongside his own AK-47. Much more soft spoken and introspective than his older brother, something that confuses those that were not aware of one twin's existence.

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

So, slow as my responses seem to be to things, I know some question of a Maxim versus a DPM came up. Should I be using the DPM over the other here? (I am aware of the 1908 being heavier, better suited to defensive work, ect) or shall I stick to what was initially suggested?

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Well, just woke up, see this is up, and have another character that needs getting written up then, sure as sure.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar, perhaps surprisingly, completely ignored the comment from the Arbites about following orders. Not all operations were founded on blind adherence, which might surprise some to hear from a Krieg born guardsman. However, between engineering and grenadier work, one quickly realized that the best laid plans go awry the fastest. Options meant one could shift to another plan in a hurry, but options for options sake was not a good thing.

Orders, however, were orders, plain and simple. The Krieger nodded briefly as the Celestian meted out her orders, staying to the original overall plan. "Understood, ma'am.". He was also not oblivious to the glare that he was receiving from the psyker, and while one might be concerned for their following generations, Ansgar wasn't. Krieg soldiers were not part of the reproductive efforts of Krieg, and Kriegers didn't retire from the Guard so they were never involved, not that most people outside of Krieg would be aware, or care for that matter. Cursing descendants that wouldn't exist was a rather entertaining waste of time though, at least to the Krieger.

Ansgar met her glare with an even look, eyes not even narrowing in irritation. It almost invited her to imagine a shit eating grin, lingering a second too long, showing absolutely no fear from a psyker with a problem with his rebuttal to her idea. Of course, there couldn't be that kind of grin, since what sort of Krieger would he be if he ever smiled?

Regardless of the truth of the matter, which shall be left to the imagination of those that had seen the exchange of looks between the two, Ansgar ignored the Imperial armor as they moved out. There were no vehicles suitable to a stealth operation present, so it did not cross his mind to lament what was not available for them to take. Doing another check of his Type XIV (Heavy), he was satisfied with the fact it was in the same condition since he had last checked it. The impending rain merely registered on a sub conscious level, pulling his issued all weather trench coat a bit tighter over his carapace, and glanced at the psyker as she audibly sighed. "You sound displeased ma'am, almost like you'd prefer to drench more guardsman in warp spawned blood. Orks won't have much trouble finding sighs like that, they might appreciate the red paint job more too."

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

I'll take up lugging a Maxim around, if no one else has started on a heavy weapons guy.