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The Redcoat and the Thief

The girl was tough, Jack gave her that and respected it, but right now she was starting to piss him off. She was smirking at him and although it revealed a smile that just made her look even hotter he controlled himself once again. Nodding his head he walked behind her, taking a step back he booted the leg off of her chair. Causing it to collapse under her. He stepped over her on the floor and looked her dead in the eye.

"I'm going to be honest, I am not in the fucking mood for this shit. Normally yes, in fact I would probably give you something for it. But right now I need my stuff and I am going to take what you got from him as well, for my troubles. So empty out the..."

Jack looked over at Steve who just whimpered.

"600 quid."

"There you go, 600 and you can keep everything else you took. How does that sound? Cus otherwise it's gunna be you stripped butt naked and dropped off in some random alley where I can go home and get everything off of your clothes in peace."

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack was not in the mood to be fucked with and seeing the wide eyes of the girl just cheered him up, a little. He smiled as he sauntered towards the girl. Grabbing her shoulder he spun her around and marched her straight back into the back room before closing and locking the door.

"Alright miss, why don't you explain to me why you thought it would be a good idea to steal my things."

The question was made more of an statement.

"Listen, Jack I had no idea..."

"Shut the fuck up you piece of shit, you know those parts are mine. I had you scout them out you dumb shit now you are gunna put the parts on the table. And our lovely friend here is going to put the money and the contents of her pockets and bag on the table as well."

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The Wolves of the Mediterranean

My CS

Name: Fredrik Ole Erik

Nickname: Erik the Red

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Nationality: Swedish

Appearance:

Skills: Fredrik is Special Forces born and bred. He is an expert at hand to hand combat and a crack shot when on solid ground, though in the air he is far from a sniper. He also has worked with explosives in the past and is a great pilot, though still not in the same league as Wolfgang. He is especially adept at hijackings. He also speaks Swedish and good, but not fluent, German.

Traits and Quirks: Fredrik has always been a father figure. He enjoys the feeling of taking somebody under his wing despite his intimidating exterior. He treats every mission with a cold and clinical nature though during incredibly one sided fights he will sometimes lose himself in what he calls his ‘berserk’ moments. He enjoys his beer and food and during their time apart it has taken its toll on his physique, however he has been working on it and is still just as dangerous.

History:
Fredrik was born into a world of pain and suffering. His mother was a whore on the streets of Stockholm and tried to raise him as best she could. Although he suffered, he was ill almost all of the time up until he was about 7. During this incredibly sickly period his mother also begun to fall more ill and by the time he was becoming stronger she had fallen so ill that he had to take care of her. He begun life stealing and pickpocketing from the markets so as to proved enough for his mother and to sell for the medicines she would need though he never did have enough and spent more nights going to bed cold and hungry than he cares to mention. By the time he was 10 his mother was virtually a vegetable, only responding maybe once a day when she had the energy. At this point Fredrik was becoming a much more prolific and competent thief but this only drew the attention of the law. Finally after attacking a shop keeper in a snatch and grab that went wrong he ended up in the cold hands of the law. Luckily for him during this time the judicial system of Sweden was abysmal and he managed to sneak his way out of one of the worst holding cells that had ever been conceived. However this short incarceration that had only lasted a number of days had taken its toll. His mother had died during his time away, alone and cold in her one room flat terrified about where her son had gone. AN official report would put it down to the large tumour that had been growing in her brain for some time now however Fredrik always blamed himself for her death, but more than that he blamed the law for taking him away from her. From then on he began more dangerous and daring crimes to raise a lot of money. Robbing early cars and small warehouses he managed to find the funds to make his way to Denmark and from there into Germany.

In Germany he was around 18 when he arrived and started looking for opportunities to make more money to further his own agenda. He fell in with a rough group known as the Die Wespen, The Wasps, who were notorious for extorting protection money from local businesses around a number of towns. To begin with Fredrik found this exhilarating, holding up managers and owners with his huge knife he got off of his first kill in a Wasps armband. He was famed for his brutal precision and rages that fell over him. It was here he was nicknamed Erik the Red, after the Viking, for his berserk attacks, very soon though he became tired of sticking up stores for enough to pay for a piss up every night of the week. He wanted more. Leaving the Wasps he fell upon a band of ex-soldiers, who had been dishonourably discharged for various offenses. They were a tough group to fall in with however he soon found that they too were looking for some easy money, even if that meant hurting the land that had basically disowned them. Soon he formed the Ex Korps. These were a group of men violent beyond compare; their first order of business was to take a considerable reward for eliminating The Wasps. Next, they took the place of the Wasps, extorting their own protection money, however under Fredrik’s advice they took this all a step further and started to take positions of power within the towns. Forming themselves an almost Mafioso style club. These glory days were not to last though and very soon the Fatherland brought his full force to bear, eliminating the Ex Korps and enslaving the rest. Fredrik was captured in his sleep and brought before judge in his boxers the same night. He was condemned to slavery in South America, just before the violence erupted there.

Before he could arrive in South America though the war with Portugal broke out and in a deal with the Germans he was conscripted into the Austro-Hungarian army. During the early stages of the war he was simply a bog standard footman however it was clear to his superiors he was meant for better things as he showed time and time again he could carry out the most death defying missions with a cold and clinical nature. He was pushed onto a Special Ops unit and received his pilot training with them. The war ended soon after that however Fredrik had shown himself a veteran of my battles. Austria-Hungary put forward that he be forgiven for all charges in light of his service but Germany refused and he was put onto a Zeppelin back to Europe in ropes.

The days until his departure came thick and fast until he found himself on a Zeppelin on its way to Austria to board a boat to the colonies. Fate smiled on him though. Now he had learnt a lot from his time in the Ex Korps and fighting in South America, most of all the techniques and skills of the German Special Forces. During the final night he managed to slip free of his restraints, killing the guard that night he made his way to the pilot’s cabin, killing the pilot he finally made his way to an underslung plane that was being returned to Europe. He stole it and soon found himself very lost above the wilderness of Europe. He hadn’t much fuel and nd no place to call home. SO he did the only thing he could think of, he landed, illegally in Austria-Hungary. Forced a small airfield to refuel him and flew to Sweden. Landing he was immediately taken into custody for theft charges that were, by now around 20 years old. The case was almost laughed out of court and due to the pitiful display of the prosecution he was gifted some money as compensation for his time. Using this money he advertised himself as a gun for hire. He was in high demand during this stint as a mercenary and proved himself in the underground of Europe over a long line of successful missions. He still carried the nickname Erik the Red and used it as his code for the more illegal missions he took. Then one day came an offer he could not resist, a call for the best aces from around Europe.

Now Fredrik had always been a fine pilot and believed he was exactly what these men were looking for. Selling everything he left Sweden, again, with only his stolen plane, which he had refitted himself, thick leather clothes for flying and some protection, his pistol and the same knife he had always had. Arriving to the Wolves he immediately felt at home, especially after taking a young woman by the name of Madelief under his wing. She had been one of the first to welcome him and he had been fond of her. She hadn’t known how to fly when they had met and so he decided to teach her. It took many gruelling years and a lot of painful accidents but eventually she was flying just as well as him, perhaps even better on certain days. The money rolled in and Fredrik was, for the first time in his life, content. However like all things the times ended and everybody went their own ways. He bought a small holding back in Sweden in which he ran for Mayor for the local town, losing by only a few votes. Life without the Wolves had been tough though and he turned to the booze and meats to make up for it. The pounds rolled onto his stomach and out of his bank.

Now the Wolves are calling again and Fredrik cannot wait, the world awaits him. Though he may have to work out a bit before he is at his best again.
Other: He is fiercely proud of his heritage and ‘claims’ lineage to the true Erik the Red though really only to boost his name. He still has a grudge for the law in every country however.

Okay I think I am done.

The Redcoat and the Thief

Jack was sitting on his bike and finishing a smoke when he got a call from Rob. His gruff voice came over the phone like a growling dog.

"Did you make the drop?"

"Yeah Rob, dead drop in the bins in chinatown, 3 bins down from the Golden Dragon, I know how this is done. I'm not some prospect."

There was a grunt and then the line went dead, ah well at least if he wasn't shouting he was sure he had done it al right. Turning over the engine he throttled the bike back into traffic. On his way home he drifted in and out of thinking about his bed, the new parts and a chicken tikka for dinner. He would probably put the curry on first, install the parts and then head to bed. It was going to be a nice calm evening. Something he didn't really get much of anymore. Pulling into his garage by the flats he turned off the bike and got off. Shutting the door but not locking it so he wouldn't have to unlock it again when he came down with the parts. As he stepped through the door Tony came over.

"Did that bird from earlier find you?"

Tony's voice was soft and for some people quite suave however he couldn't hide a hint of pure stupidity everytime he spoke.

"What bird Tony? I've been working. I wasn't supposed to meet anyone today."

"So I probably shouldn't have told that girl your flat number then?"

Jack ran towards the stairs and up them he ran as fast as he could arriving at his floor he tore down the corridor and shouldered the door. It flew wide open. Bastard thief hadn't even bothered to lock up on the way out. Looking around his room wasn't ransacked but stuff certainly wasn't where he had left it. drawers were opened but not emptied, his bag had been rummaged through and thrown on the floor. But worst of all was the clear lack of custom parts in the sheets on the table. Just over a grand that had cost him and gone in a split second. And only Tony had seen her. This was afucking nightmare. An idea popped into his head. The bitch would have been on the CCTV. Perhaps big brother got it right this time. He stepped out of the room locking the door again though he doubt it would do much good. Going back down stairs he patted Tony on the back and asked to see the CCTV of the girl looking for him so he could go and 'answer her questions.'. Tony happily obliged the way he always did and skimming through the recording Jack made out a hood and some jeans. Perfect. Calling into Rob he mad a few enquiries into fences who would deal in custom parts. They would be pretty rare and a bitch to sell on. Rob could only think of two. Steve Finch and Harry Twat. None of the real names of course but that is what everybody knew them by. By the looks of the girl she had been pretty rough. Harry only dealt in the finer things and expected a bottle of bubbly for every meet so chances are she was going for Steve. Jack had never liked Steve, a man who fancied himself a biker yet had never ridden one in his life. Ah well he needed those parts back, besides any girl who looked that good from behind in a hoody and jeans needed to be seen from the front. No! He thought, need to keep your mind on your bike.

Stepping outside again the air was a little colder than before and he did up his jacket, stretching the emblem on the back. He revved up the Harley once more and moved off into the London traffic. Steve was normally down the King's Head this time of night and was probably in the back room, buying his parts now. He revved up the engine some more. urging the bike to speed up, or at least for the lights to be kind. No point getting pulled up for speeding or running a light. Not with his priors. After what seemed like an age although it was probably only a couple of minutes Jack arrived. Pushing his way through the door he kicked in the back room, nobody in the pub got up. They were used to it and if a Redcoat was doing it, it was serious shit.

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Hmmm yeah, so start full scale war, then move onto a small scale skirmish thing?

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Okay, shall we make this a fairly costly war that doesn't really lead us to a winner or a loser? Followed by an uneasy peace treaty. I'm not really in the mood for having either one of us knocked out before this has really got going. :)

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

That's fine, everyone loves the humans desperate fight for survival against the alien insect kind ;) SInce my guys are doing a border sweep right now perhaps one of the groups of gunboats doesn't come back? :)

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

A-Traveller said
Kangaroo and Gowia have been accepted. You're both missing your history sections, but you have time to get those up. You're free to start posting.@Rare, Terminal, VoiD, ASTALooking forward to seeing your works-in-progress completed. Let me know when you're done.

Cheers :)

Also with the whole map thing, can I have 2013,2014,1915 and 1914. That way I am a little more spread out. With planets being 2,2,2 and 1 respectively. Thanks :)

Alternative History 1910s-20s Air Pirates

Should be great, advanced is fine:)