@AalakrysWhen I was in the Infantry Officer Advanced Course at Ft. Benning, GA, I had a friend in the class with me who was from Georgia. We had a conversation about the Civil War one day. He said, "To you, the war ended 127 years ago, but for me, it ended yesterday." That was 1992. I am from Massachusetts and have been inside the Hooker school.
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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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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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Jubal Early was a Bounty Hunter who wanted to kidnap River Tam. He was portrayed by Richard Brooks who was also in a movie called 84 Charlie MoPic set during the Vietnam War. Loved that movie and Brooks' character was so believable as a US Infantry NCO.
The name Jubal Early is taken from a Civil War Confederate General who commanded a Division at Gettysburg in Richard Ewell's III Corps and later commanded the Army of the Valley in the Shenandoah during the Valley Campaign of 1864. With that said, I went and chose a Union General Officer's name for my character. Joseph Hooker commanded the Army of the Potomac during the Chancellorsville campaign. He was sidelined by Lincoln for awhile from his dismal showing as an army commander. Eventually, he transferred to the western campaign when the Army of the Cumberland were moving on Chattanooga. He commanded the XX Corps and was involved with the attack on Atlanta. Hooker was from Massachusetts. There is an elementary school in his hometown of Hadley, MA named after him. It is called The Hooker School.
Yes, I am a history buff. :)
The name Jubal Early is taken from a Civil War Confederate General who commanded a Division at Gettysburg in Richard Ewell's III Corps and later commanded the Army of the Valley in the Shenandoah during the Valley Campaign of 1864. With that said, I went and chose a Union General Officer's name for my character. Joseph Hooker commanded the Army of the Potomac during the Chancellorsville campaign. He was sidelined by Lincoln for awhile from his dismal showing as an army commander. Eventually, he transferred to the western campaign when the Army of the Cumberland were moving on Chattanooga. He commanded the XX Corps and was involved with the attack on Atlanta. Hooker was from Massachusetts. There is an elementary school in his hometown of Hadley, MA named after him. It is called The Hooker School.
Yes, I am a history buff. :)
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“Little girl,” the agent offered his best ‘intimidating’ glare, “ain’t yah evah been taught about bulk rate discounts?”
Abby’s deadpan expression held firm. “Yep, includin’ the part where if’n yer not shippin’ the bulk, y’ain’t gettin’ the discount. Got two crates at two hunnerd pounds each. Discount don’t kick til the weight hits one-K. Bring me three more ‘o’ them crates an’ I’ll cutcha thirty points off the cost.”
“The cost of shippin’ a thousand pounds.”
“Uh huh,’” Abby nodded.
“But that’s still almost twice what yer chargin’ me tah just ship these two!” the agent griped.
The girl shrugged. “Not a boat on these docks wouldn’t boost rates fer New Melbourne, what with King Tuna season nigh on to start. ‘Cept us. Cap’n says charge standard rate. Somethin’ tells me yew want these crates full ‘o’ trawl nets in the market afore them tuna boats leave harbor…dohn mah?”
The agent scowled, then went for his purse. “Yah daddy must be so proud of what a gorram little pirate yah become.”
“He gimme a parrot fer my sixteenth,” Abby quipped as she counted the man’s coin. “Here...fill this out, an’ have yer boys wheel ‘em inside.”
Hook plowed through the sea of people bustling to and fro near the berthing docks in Eavesdown. It was the sort of town one needs to adapt to slowly. The smells wafted in the air like a dead weight; low and heavy, reminding him of the tight quarters he shared with his brothers back on the farm. Then another smell would sneak in and take him away from such foolish reverie.
‘It is for the best. No need thinking on those days. Will never see my bros again,’ Joe Hooker thought to himself. Thoughts of family only hardened his heart. He was far from the farm. The thoughts used to make him sad, almost like weeping over their deaths, but he had since come to terms with the loss. They were his family even if none of them ever knew their real mothers.
A small scrap of paper clung to the fingers in his right hand. His duffel bag pulled down on his sinewy shoulders. One of his rifles was slung over his left shoulder, the other in the bag. His pistol was holstered on his right hip and a small bag in his left hand. He eyed the paper to see the berthing number, then looked up as he walked along the row. Eventually, he found the China Doll and spied a young woman seated near the opened ramp.
She appeared to be haggling over something with another man. Not sure what they were talking about. Maybe a new hire like himself? Or a businessman interested in shipping goods to some God-forsaken planet.
Joe waited for the man to shove off before approaching the young red-haired woman. The closer he got the younger she got. But this had to be the ship. “Is this the China Doll?” Joe asked the young woman.
After assuring herself that the two hands hadn’t botched the load in, Abby kept an eye on the trio as they turned to leave. Her attention was quickly diverted to the stranger. Tall, had a frame on him. More interesting was the rifle strapped to his shoulder. “This is,” she responded to his question. “Bound fer New Melbourne. You a passenger?”
“Nah, miss. I’ve worked on a few boats in the past and ended up here on Persephone. I need to find new employ. I ken also cook some. Learned on the farm I was raised on,” Joe looked at the young woman sizing her up. He was no threat to her and he didn’t perceive her as one either. He actually never considered fighting with a woman, especially someone as young as this one. ‘She looks like a child,’ he thought to himself. “Aside from being tha cook, I have been a deckhand since the war ended.”
Abby hoisted the clipboard. “Boat’s hirin’. Cap’n says deckhand gets a standard share an’ yer own bunk. That square with yew?”
“Well that sounds down right fine, if’n I do say so myself. I am square with that, miss.” Joe Hooker allowed himself a smile. “The name’s Joe Hooker, but most folks call me Hook.” The man appeared to relax knowing he would be able to work again.
“Abby Travis.” She extended her hand. “I conjure yew’n me are gonna push alot of boxes together. I hate cookin’. I’ll trade yah laundry duty fer cookin’.”
“Did I hear ya say we was headin’ to New Melbourne? While we there, we need to get some Talapia and shrimp. I got me a wonderful blackened shrimp gumbo recipe that’ll curl yer toes. My mama always raved over the stew. Good stew, I guarantee.” Joe shared his ideas for cooking. “I actually enjoy cooking.”
“Are the crew quarters in the usual place? Ah been on a Firefly once before about five year ago. I can stow my gear.”
The girl offered a nod. “Yup...upper deck, forward of the galley. Cap’n might want to choose fer each of us, but if yah grab a single yer as like to keep it. Tell me how they are...ain’t seen a thing since the Cap’n hired me.”
“Will do, Miss Abby.” Joe started to walk past Ms. Travis. “I don’ mind if’n the cap’n wants me to change bunks. Jus wanna take a load off.” Joe strode into the cargo bay eyeballing the walls, gangways and electrical wires. He headed up to the crew quarters to see how they were. Left his duffel on one of the bunks along with his handbag and the sniper rifle he had been carrying on his shoulder.
Wearing a set of blue coveralls and work boots, armed with his Ruger Red Hawk, Joe turned to the galley. He wanted to see the appliances. He inspected the stove, the oven and then the cupboards to see what the ship had in the way of dishes, utensils and cups. It was the standard kit for a Firefly class ship. He then returned to the cargo bay to see what would be next on the crew’s agenda.
“Little girl,” the agent offered his best ‘intimidating’ glare, “ain’t yah evah been taught about bulk rate discounts?”
Abby’s deadpan expression held firm. “Yep, includin’ the part where if’n yer not shippin’ the bulk, y’ain’t gettin’ the discount. Got two crates at two hunnerd pounds each. Discount don’t kick til the weight hits one-K. Bring me three more ‘o’ them crates an’ I’ll cutcha thirty points off the cost.”
“The cost of shippin’ a thousand pounds.”
“Uh huh,’” Abby nodded.
“But that’s still almost twice what yer chargin’ me tah just ship these two!” the agent griped.
The girl shrugged. “Not a boat on these docks wouldn’t boost rates fer New Melbourne, what with King Tuna season nigh on to start. ‘Cept us. Cap’n says charge standard rate. Somethin’ tells me yew want these crates full ‘o’ trawl nets in the market afore them tuna boats leave harbor…dohn mah?”
The agent scowled, then went for his purse. “Yah daddy must be so proud of what a gorram little pirate yah become.”
“He gimme a parrot fer my sixteenth,” Abby quipped as she counted the man’s coin. “Here...fill this out, an’ have yer boys wheel ‘em inside.”
Hook plowed through the sea of people bustling to and fro near the berthing docks in Eavesdown. It was the sort of town one needs to adapt to slowly. The smells wafted in the air like a dead weight; low and heavy, reminding him of the tight quarters he shared with his brothers back on the farm. Then another smell would sneak in and take him away from such foolish reverie.
‘It is for the best. No need thinking on those days. Will never see my bros again,’ Joe Hooker thought to himself. Thoughts of family only hardened his heart. He was far from the farm. The thoughts used to make him sad, almost like weeping over their deaths, but he had since come to terms with the loss. They were his family even if none of them ever knew their real mothers.
A small scrap of paper clung to the fingers in his right hand. His duffel bag pulled down on his sinewy shoulders. One of his rifles was slung over his left shoulder, the other in the bag. His pistol was holstered on his right hip and a small bag in his left hand. He eyed the paper to see the berthing number, then looked up as he walked along the row. Eventually, he found the China Doll and spied a young woman seated near the opened ramp.
She appeared to be haggling over something with another man. Not sure what they were talking about. Maybe a new hire like himself? Or a businessman interested in shipping goods to some God-forsaken planet.
Joe waited for the man to shove off before approaching the young red-haired woman. The closer he got the younger she got. But this had to be the ship. “Is this the China Doll?” Joe asked the young woman.
After assuring herself that the two hands hadn’t botched the load in, Abby kept an eye on the trio as they turned to leave. Her attention was quickly diverted to the stranger. Tall, had a frame on him. More interesting was the rifle strapped to his shoulder. “This is,” she responded to his question. “Bound fer New Melbourne. You a passenger?”
“Nah, miss. I’ve worked on a few boats in the past and ended up here on Persephone. I need to find new employ. I ken also cook some. Learned on the farm I was raised on,” Joe looked at the young woman sizing her up. He was no threat to her and he didn’t perceive her as one either. He actually never considered fighting with a woman, especially someone as young as this one. ‘She looks like a child,’ he thought to himself. “Aside from being tha cook, I have been a deckhand since the war ended.”
Abby hoisted the clipboard. “Boat’s hirin’. Cap’n says deckhand gets a standard share an’ yer own bunk. That square with yew?”
“Well that sounds down right fine, if’n I do say so myself. I am square with that, miss.” Joe Hooker allowed himself a smile. “The name’s Joe Hooker, but most folks call me Hook.” The man appeared to relax knowing he would be able to work again.
“Abby Travis.” She extended her hand. “I conjure yew’n me are gonna push alot of boxes together. I hate cookin’. I’ll trade yah laundry duty fer cookin’.”
“Did I hear ya say we was headin’ to New Melbourne? While we there, we need to get some Talapia and shrimp. I got me a wonderful blackened shrimp gumbo recipe that’ll curl yer toes. My mama always raved over the stew. Good stew, I guarantee.” Joe shared his ideas for cooking. “I actually enjoy cooking.”
“Are the crew quarters in the usual place? Ah been on a Firefly once before about five year ago. I can stow my gear.”
The girl offered a nod. “Yup...upper deck, forward of the galley. Cap’n might want to choose fer each of us, but if yah grab a single yer as like to keep it. Tell me how they are...ain’t seen a thing since the Cap’n hired me.”
“Will do, Miss Abby.” Joe started to walk past Ms. Travis. “I don’ mind if’n the cap’n wants me to change bunks. Jus wanna take a load off.” Joe strode into the cargo bay eyeballing the walls, gangways and electrical wires. He headed up to the crew quarters to see how they were. Left his duffel on one of the bunks along with his handbag and the sniper rifle he had been carrying on his shoulder.
Wearing a set of blue coveralls and work boots, armed with his Ruger Red Hawk, Joe turned to the galley. He wanted to see the appliances. He inspected the stove, the oven and then the cupboards to see what the ship had in the way of dishes, utensils and cups. It was the standard kit for a Firefly class ship. He then returned to the cargo bay to see what would be next on the crew’s agenda.
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I have a discord server available if you would like to use it. discord.gg/2WkBqKgf
It is brandy new, shiny even. Who wants to be the first to write in it? :D
It is brandy new, shiny even. Who wants to be the first to write in it? :D
I vote on moving on while allowing players to create multiple characters if they wish to do so.
I agree with Xandrya and would be OK making two characters for the role play.
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