LTC Kevin F. Murphy is posted in the characters tab. I hope he is acceptable. I dug into my history to come up with a competent service history to include an image of his ribbon rack on his dress green uniform. I also included the BN CSM and staff of 1-503 as I intend to not focus on one character, the BC, but several members of this airborne battalion from youngest private to the Old Man.
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I will continue to be one of the oldest members of this community in August.
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If you are a fan of Warhammer 40,000 or Age of Sigmar, let me know. Maybe we can put together an RP. I play Ironjawz & Kruleboyz in AOS and Salamanders & Drukhari in 40K.
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Happy holidays, everyone!
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Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff.
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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books since I was 10 years old. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
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Name: Lieutenant Colonel Kevin Frances Murphy “Murph”
Age: 42
Birthplace: Boston, Massachusetts (USA)
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 0”
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Irish-American
Family: Murph is married to Joyce Glennis (Sullivan) Murphy. They have four children; Philip (15), Julie (13), Robert (10) & Karen (8). The family remains in their family home in Foxborough, Massachusetts.
Religious affiliation: Roman Catholic
Affiliation: Lieutenant Colonel, Infantry, US Army, 1-503 PIR, 173rd Infantry Brigade (Airborne)
Appearance: Kevin Murphy is a broad-shouldered man with a barrel chest and bulky arms. He has leathery flesh, worn from years of hard living. His nose is reddened from drinking alcohol and his eyes are bloodshot frequently. He wears his greying brown hair in a high and tight or flat top haircut with no facial hair. His blue eyes twinkle when he smiles, but that is rare. The pinkie finger on his left hand is missing, lost during combat during World War II.
Disabilities: LTC Murphy has been injured in combat but suffers from no debilitating physical injury. Psychologically, he has some memories he would rather forget.
Known addictions: Bourbons and fine tobacco, preferably in a cigar.
Military rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Military combat role: Battalion Commander, 1st Battalion, 503rd Parachute Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade (US Army)
Service Record:
Personality: LTC Murphy is an introvert at heart. He prefers to remain quiet, keeping things close to the vest. He has gotten to where he is now, leading by example; from the front. He speaks when it is important to do so. His words are clear and concise. He has little patience for those who do not understand what he says or is not listening. If they don’t feel what he says is important, neither are they important. When intoxicated, LTC Murphy is the life of the party. He becomes a regular extrovert; definitely a happy drunk. Murph takes his job very serious and believes in the American cause in Vietnam.
Likes: Baseball/Boston Red Sox, his family, the United States of America and the soldiers of his command.
Dislikes: slackers, people who do not take their job seriously, those who would disregard the US Army regulations so flagrantly.
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Name: Lieutenant Colonel Kevin Frances Murphy “Murph”
Age: 42
Birthplace: Boston, Massachusetts (USA)
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 0”
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Irish-American
Family: Murph is married to Joyce Glennis (Sullivan) Murphy. They have four children; Philip (15), Julie (13), Robert (10) & Karen (8). The family remains in their family home in Foxborough, Massachusetts.
Religious affiliation: Roman Catholic
Affiliation: Lieutenant Colonel, Infantry, US Army, 1-503 PIR, 173rd Infantry Brigade (Airborne)
Appearance: Kevin Murphy is a broad-shouldered man with a barrel chest and bulky arms. He has leathery flesh, worn from years of hard living. His nose is reddened from drinking alcohol and his eyes are bloodshot frequently. He wears his greying brown hair in a high and tight or flat top haircut with no facial hair. His blue eyes twinkle when he smiles, but that is rare. The pinkie finger on his left hand is missing, lost during combat during World War II.
Disabilities: LTC Murphy has been injured in combat but suffers from no debilitating physical injury. Psychologically, he has some memories he would rather forget.
Known addictions: Bourbons and fine tobacco, preferably in a cigar.
Military rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Military combat role: Battalion Commander, 1st Battalion, 503rd Parachute Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade (US Army)
Service Record:
Personality: LTC Murphy is an introvert at heart. He prefers to remain quiet, keeping things close to the vest. He has gotten to where he is now, leading by example; from the front. He speaks when it is important to do so. His words are clear and concise. He has little patience for those who do not understand what he says or is not listening. If they don’t feel what he says is important, neither are they important. When intoxicated, LTC Murphy is the life of the party. He becomes a regular extrovert; definitely a happy drunk. Murph takes his job very serious and believes in the American cause in Vietnam.
Likes: Baseball/Boston Red Sox, his family, the United States of America and the soldiers of his command.
Dislikes: slackers, people who do not take their job seriously, those who would disregard the US Army regulations so flagrantly.
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I cannot locate my flash drive that contains all my RP stuff. We're talking ten years of characters and Role Plays. It must be here someplace.
Sergeant First Class Park watched the view from his vantage point. He could see the drones dropping in from above, right in front of the Brigade’s avenue of approach. ‘The Salvesh are probing us. They want to know who we are, what we are capable of, what our strengths and weaknesses are and more importantly, where they can land troops to fight us.’ He watched the battle begin to unfold in front of him. This was the Recon/counterrecon fight. It would dictate what would happen next.
Meanwhile, Lieutenant Colonel Cox addressed Captain Otto, “Kevin, this is simply a movement to contact. Find out where they are and pin them down. Once we have located these Salvesh, General Strafford will push the armor forward to break them up.”
“Roger that, sir,” Captain Otto responded to his task force commander. “First platoon is leading in five mikes. I’ll follow Lieutenant Fischer’s platoon with Second platoon, the armor platoon and Third platoon in trail. Lieutenant Butterfield, second platoon will travel with me. His second squad, lead by Sergeant First Class Park is providing overwatch right now.”
“Sounds good, Captain, I’ll be right behind you until you make contact. I will remain in visual contact until we pass the battle on to one of the armor units.
Captain Otto mounted the Grathik construction Armored Personnel Carrier. The vehicle was constructed of a composite Aluminum hull with materials the Boston-born infantry officer had never seen before. He was assured it would stand up to anything created on earth as well as anything the Salvesh employed including armor main gun rounds or laser blasts. Once his track was loaded, he ordered his driver to elevate to one meter. The driver engaged the anti-gravity feature and the vehicle rose into the air.
The first platoon began slowly moving through the streets of the city. Lieutenant Fischer scanned the buildings from the second vehicle in the convoy. His was just over fifty meters behind his lead squad and the other two squads were equally spaced out behind his with the Company Commander and Company Executive officer trailing. The Battalion commander or Task Force Commander’s tactical command post followed the company commander’s vehicles. Then the rest of the Bravo Team vehicles.
Brian Park looked back in the direction of the battalion’s line of departure. He could see the first two vehicles, more than three miles away steadily making their way towards his position. Their progress was slow. They did not want to attract to much attention while providing themselves the opportunity to scan the buildings they were passing for a possible ambush. Brian used his binoculars to search the buildings the Team was moving along. He checked the buildings between the Bravo team’s location and his own; occasionally looking back to see how the squad was doing engaging the drones.
“Vogel, Robson, Simmons, the company is on its way. They are dragging their asses. Try to get as many of those things out of our AO as you can, got it!?” Brian was referring to the squad’s Area of Operations (AO) or the area around them, they were responsible for at the moment.
Meanwhile, Lieutenant Colonel Cox addressed Captain Otto, “Kevin, this is simply a movement to contact. Find out where they are and pin them down. Once we have located these Salvesh, General Strafford will push the armor forward to break them up.”
“Roger that, sir,” Captain Otto responded to his task force commander. “First platoon is leading in five mikes. I’ll follow Lieutenant Fischer’s platoon with Second platoon, the armor platoon and Third platoon in trail. Lieutenant Butterfield, second platoon will travel with me. His second squad, lead by Sergeant First Class Park is providing overwatch right now.”
“Sounds good, Captain, I’ll be right behind you until you make contact. I will remain in visual contact until we pass the battle on to one of the armor units.
Captain Otto mounted the Grathik construction Armored Personnel Carrier. The vehicle was constructed of a composite Aluminum hull with materials the Boston-born infantry officer had never seen before. He was assured it would stand up to anything created on earth as well as anything the Salvesh employed including armor main gun rounds or laser blasts. Once his track was loaded, he ordered his driver to elevate to one meter. The driver engaged the anti-gravity feature and the vehicle rose into the air.
The first platoon began slowly moving through the streets of the city. Lieutenant Fischer scanned the buildings from the second vehicle in the convoy. His was just over fifty meters behind his lead squad and the other two squads were equally spaced out behind his with the Company Commander and Company Executive officer trailing. The Battalion commander or Task Force Commander’s tactical command post followed the company commander’s vehicles. Then the rest of the Bravo Team vehicles.
Brian Park looked back in the direction of the battalion’s line of departure. He could see the first two vehicles, more than three miles away steadily making their way towards his position. Their progress was slow. They did not want to attract to much attention while providing themselves the opportunity to scan the buildings they were passing for a possible ambush. Brian used his binoculars to search the buildings the Team was moving along. He checked the buildings between the Bravo team’s location and his own; occasionally looking back to see how the squad was doing engaging the drones.
“Vogel, Robson, Simmons, the company is on its way. They are dragging their asses. Try to get as many of those things out of our AO as you can, got it!?” Brian was referring to the squad’s Area of Operations (AO) or the area around them, they were responsible for at the moment.
Finally getting back to this. The wife is expecting another storage shelf. I told her that was going to be put on hold today. I need to respond to some RPs.
@Liv Merry CHristmas and Happy New Year!
I finally posted a response today. Gabe is a little annoyed with Allison and Jimmy has invited Jenna over this weekend to train.
I finally posted a response today. Gabe is a little annoyed with Allison and Jimmy has invited Jenna over this weekend to train.
Detective James Graham
"That's almost always the case, isn't?" Detective Michaelson agreed with him about the check on the welfare call. Then she switched gears on him when they turned onto Waverly. "Hey, so you never got back to me about the Krav Maga training. I know we got caught up with that case but do you think you'll be able to fit it in your schedule?"
Jimmy pulled up in front of the house at 41 Waverly. He picked up the radio, “Dispatch, this is Fox six. You can show us out at that address, over.”
“Roger, fox six is 10-7 at 41 Waverly,” the radio voice responded.
“How about this weekend? I have some equipment in my basement. We can work out Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Whatever is best for you,” Jimmy responded to Jenna. Jim Graham had been training in Krav Maga for three years. The school he attended used a belt system. He recently earned an advanced red belt; the belt is split red over black. They also conducted a stripe test once a month. He had just received his third stripe just before the Christmas break and was looking forward to attending boot camp in preparation for his black belt test.
Jimmy walked up to the door and knocked loudly. He stood silently listening at the door. He heard no sound coming from inside the door. He knocked loudly again, yelling, “Boston Police! Please open up!” He peered inside a side window and could see a woman laying on the floor with the light reflecting off what could only be a pool of liquid around her.
“I got a body,” he stated matter of fact to his partner as his hand went for the door knob. He opened it and then drew his sidearm, a .40 caliber Smith & Wesson. He nodded to Jenna and they began a search of the building; stopping to check if the woman on the floor was alive first--no pulse.
“Dispatch, this is Fox six, we have a code 62 at 41 Waverly. Please send a uni, and CSU, over.”
“Fox six, roger on the code 62,” the dispatcher’s voice called out calmly to the Brookline patrol cruiser containing two officers to head to their location. Then returned to Graham and Michaelson, “CSU is on the way.”
“Roger that,” Jim acknowledged as he and his partner continued their search of the house. For all they knew, the killer(s) were still in the house. Couldn’t take any chances. Needed to insure the place was secure before starting an investigation.
Gabriel
Gabriel lay in his bed smoking a cigarette. He woke up about twenty minutes ago and couldn’t help thinking about what his sister told him last night. She told him she killed dad. He felt the same way about their father as she did. He even considered doing it when he was an older teen, but resolved to leave the house instead. He joined the Army and learned what it was like to kill someone in combat. He savored the thought. He actually didn’t blame his sister, but was annoyed that she didn’t tell him sooner.
He pulled his feet over the edge of the bed and snuffed out his cigarette in the ash tray. He stood up and staggered to the bathroom to relieve himself. Once he was dressed, he walked to the kitchen looking for his sister and a cup of coffee. He found a cup and poured himself from the carafe, already brewed.
Sitting down at the kitchen table he pulled out another Marlboro and lit it. When he saw her, he spoke, “Alli, I understand what you did." He drew on the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. "Maybe its your fault? Maybe it is not? Sure, he drank himself to death. He would have drunk those beers with you or without you." Gabe sipped at the coffee, then placed the cup back on the table. "I don’t blame you. I just wish you had fucking called me or something. I didn’t like not knowing dad died until after I came home. You got me!?” Gabe was visibly annoyed yelling the last three words at Allison. He was trying hard to calm himself. He was aware his language might have given him away. He was good about keeping himself calm last night when she told him. He needed to hurt someone. He didn’t want to hurt his sister. He understood what the old man did to her. He could not look her in the eye. He simply smoked his cigarette and drank his coffee.
Eventually, he would ask, “what are we doing tonight?”
Dead battery this morning. Aaargh!
EDIT: I got it running.
EDIT: I got it running.
This week, I assumed foolishly that I would have abundant time for Role Playing. Oh, how naive I have been. My wife has been off work and providing me with a plethora of exciting things to do. Well, I did build storage shelves out of 2x4s and plywood this week. Yay, me. :( @Liv
horse is also a five (5) letter word.
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