Lennon79

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Looking good MZambos, just one minor nitpick. The Gallian Army is an all volunteer force and conscripts are organised into militia regiments; the plan is for the characters to be drafted/volunteer after the first chapter, but if you want, Felix can be an early militia volunteer who got caught up in the fighting before he could be assigned to a unit. Also, please reread the rules :D

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South [Open]

We still have at least 3 spaces if anyone's interested.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I think Skyswimsky has dibs on that slot.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sounds good Spade, no worries.
I like what I'm seeing Dragon, looking forward to the finished product.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Sorry Theo, I don't think I can get back into this. Bad timing on my part, heading abroad just as it started :/

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Unsure of whether the Headmaster's words were compliment or insult, Kein nevertheless saluted crisply. His rank was higher than expected and much higher than Instructor Lerwick had predicted; Kein would have felt justified in a little smugness had he not known that Duncan was the one who awarded the grades. It was with a mixture of pride and trepidation that he headed back down to where his classma... to where the students awaited, eager for them to give their little speeches and shake hands. Then again, looking at the others, he doubted that any of them would bother, except perhaps Charlotte. Instead he hung back a bit, waiting for the others to distract the thronging students. If he just snuck through here he could reach... There, he was through. His lack of presence in the classroom may have helped Kein escape the limelight a litt- A sharp pain arced up his back, a familiar jolting sensation that he had long since became accustomed to. He fell into soft yet strong arms that carried him down the elevator and back to his room. Yoko was quite looking forward to dressing her favourite doll up in his new SeeD uniform; she had bought a brand new tazer and expensive camera just for the occasion. Kein would be lucky to reach the ball late, if at all...

---

With the familiar notes of Garden's orchestral anthem in the background, Duncan found it almost relaxing out on the balcony, away from the dance floor and the hubbub of the guests. With slow, weary movements he bit off the end of a fat cigar, lighting it with a small flash of paramagic. His 'victory' cigar had a bitter taste, as if the souls of a thousand dead Dollet civilians had soiled the tobacco... Duncan couldn't bring himself to call the operation a success, despite Corvo's best attempts to console him. The only bright point of the day was also a great irony for him... His first class to graduate would also be his last. The Head Instructor's blunt but sympathetic words echoed in his mind as Duncan slowly puffed away. 'Civilian casualties are not acceptable, Duncan. Someone has to take responsibility.' Never mind that the situation had been out of their hands, SeeD was supposed to be the best, able to weather any odds. Its failure to protect Dollet was a massive blow to Garden's reputation and a scapegoat was needed. 'But rest assured... I do not abandon my men. You cannot be seen to be a member of SeeD by the public, but nevertheless you will continue to serve elsewhere.' The details of his new assignment were almost as depressing as the mission's outcome. Almost.

With one final deep drag, Duncan finished the cigar and disintegrated the stub with another flash of magic. He took a moment to regain his composure, burying the stress for another few hours. Tonight was about his newly graduated students and now that he was able, Duncan intended to sit down and have a proper booze up with them. Striding back inside the building, he grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing waiter, pulling the cork with his teeth. Spotting the first of his kids, Duncan set his smile as congratulatory as he could and stalked over to Syrus. 'So... how's it feel to be one of the best warriors in the world? You got a good rank, higher than I did during my test.' Disgusted by the forced cheeriness in his own voice, Duncan sighed deeply and when he spoke again, it was with an edge of weariness. 'You did well mate. As your instructor and now as a fellow comrade, I'm proud of you.' He didn't mention future work together; Duncan had yet to put his team together for his new assignment, but Syrus was one of his preferred candidates. Better the devil you know.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South [Open]

The OOC is up, head on over and take a look.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

9th Militia Regiment, 12th Company

12th Company, Officer Commanding

Captain Tarquin H Meulemann

Born into the nobility as the son of an Imperial Baron, Tarquin served as a junior officer in the Emperor's army during EWI. He quickly gained a reputation as a stoic front-line leader, the kind of officer who would walk calmly at the forefront of his men into enemy fire. His unflappable countenance and reckless disregard for his own safety saw that he would never be promoted beyond Lieutenant in the Imperial Army, which prized tactical sense as well as honour. Instead he emigrated to Gallia after the war's end, hoping to leverage his significant experience to secure a position in the Royal Guard. Instead he found himself relegated to command of a Town Watch unit, one of many that would find themselves folded into the Gallian Militia during the Imperial invasion. Seeing the war as an opportunity to prove himself, Tarquin volunteered to command the newly formed 12th Company of the 9th Militia Regiment. He is respected by his men, if mocked for his stiff upper lip personality. Tarquin can often be found on the battlefield wielding an archaic sabre, standing out of cover in the face of the enemy. How he has survived thus far is a mystery, but one thing is certain; Captain Tarquin H Meulemann is one tough, sardonic son of a bitch.

Squad 4

Squad Leader
Sergeant Harald, Scout (Lennon79)

Second in Command
Corporal James Hunt, Scout (Zarkun)

Squad Members
Lance Corporal Eris Reinhardt, Engineer (KoL)
Private First Class Evan Carn, Vehicle Technician/Driver (Raven_Operative)
Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau, Shocktrooper (Little_ninja)
Private First Class Brenna Sykora, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Lilly Jatmoore, Scout (Raven_Operative)
Private Alexia Fairglaive, Scout/Engineer (Kitsune)
Private Aria Hexner, Engineer (Evil Snowman)
Private Atlas Orville, Shocktropper (Musaki Hajime)
Private Veronica Callaway, Scout (Massasauga)

Inactive Members
Private Marilyn “Merry” Evans, Engineer (Dragonbud)
Private Felix Lozach, Shocktrooper (MZambos)
Private First Class Damien Varrot, Scout (Spade)
Lance Corporal Aaron White, Shocktrooper (The Silver Paladin)
Private Liam Forrest, Shocktrooper/Tank Driver (Trinais)
Private Angela Hiffen, Engineer/Tank Gunner (Trinais)
Private First Class Aaron Vikkers, Scout/Tank Commander (Trinais)
Private First Class Kyo, Shocktrooper (Willy Vareb)
Private First Class Andrew MacDonald, Lancer (Bright_Ops)
Private Zeal Ashart, Shocktrooper (Ashifili)
Private Elise Louque, Sniper (Engel)
Private Fina, Scout (AtomicNut)
Corporal Krauss Helfer, Sniper (Skepic)
Lance Corporal Samantha Meyers, Sniper (caliban22)
Private Paul Dresner, Shocktrooper (caliban22)
Private First Class Emmaline Muller, Lancer (ByTheSpleen)
Private Alonso Bons, Engineer (Lennon79)
Corporal Celeste Stichler, Lancer (Slypheed)
Private Skye, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Reginald Weber, Scout (Shyla Nesthorn)
Private First Class Fenrir Cheslock, Shocktrooper (Jotunn Draugr)
Private Regan Durandal, Lancer (CirusArvennicus)
Private First Class Colin Neslon, Scout (POOHEAD189)

2nd Lieutenant Sigismund "Sig the Dragon" Schmidt, Driver and Engineer (AtomicNut)

Name: Professor Sigismund Schmidt "Sig the Dragon"
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Class: Tank Driver, Engineer

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Engineer tools and anything a tank driver needs, plus more. Also a flask of booze.

Personality: Sig is a rather lax person with an easygoing, all forgiving disposition. He however, tries to be a man of honor and chivalry, and for that very reason he strives to make his word have the same weight as law. A bon vivant and rogue in his free time, he's more than often found partying with junior members or bringing ladies to his bunk. Sig has also a vivid interest for weaponry, much like a child always seeking new toys, and he can be quite focused on researching and repairing tanks, whom he affectively calls his "babies". Sig's loyalty is set on stone, both by his honor code and his loyalty to comrades in arms. However, he is also more than capable of talking back to superiors if they're being negligent or foul, a bad habit that has bit him in the back sometimes.

Bio:Sig hails from the Kingdom of Fhirald. Originally a middle-class child with a rather strong fascination for innovation and technology, he enlisted in the army as engineer, in order to eventually become a top researcher in his homeland. Unluckily for him, the hammer of EW1 struck Fhirald hard, and soon he was fielded as a tank officer while the world kept crashing down around himself. Nevertheless, Sig fought back with immense ferocity as his duty compelled him to do so, stubbornly clinging to what shreds of weaponry and men had at his disposal, and not surrendering until the entire kingdom did, earning himself the nickname "Dragon". After the war, Sig survived the purge by virtue of the courage displayed against overwhelming odds and his inventive and resourceful mind, and was soon incorporated in the Imperial army. Sig eventually reached the rank of Captain as well as earning himself a place among Imperial weapon researchers.

However, Sig's career was halted suddenly when he admonished a superior Imperial officer with a jaw-breaking punch for desecrating a war graveyard while drunk. Sigismund was demoted to a 2nd Lieutenant and Court Martialed. It was then when he caught the attention of the 655 squadron, who offered him a spot as tank driver, due to having an unique combination of militar background, honor and loyalty, and enough scientific background to perform research in the spot if it was deemed necessary.

Imperial Army, Squadron 655

Sqdn 655, Officer Commanding

Major Lynette 'Monarch' Mooringstar (Slypheed)

Name : Lynette "Monarch" Mooringstar

Gender : Female

Age: 32

Rank: Brigadier

Class: Tank Regiment Commander

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Kar 1(g), and Imperial Field Glasses.

Personality: A rather stiff woman. Enforcing that her orders are carried out.

Bio: The prodigy of her father. Who's genius started the Federations Wonder Weapon program back in the first Europan War. And she has since continued the program. Introducing new vehicles and weapons, which have allowed for quick and early domination in the invasion of Gallia. The crews that serve under her have, through many means, come to respect her and understand that her word is final. Her word only being countered by Maximilian himself or his officers.

She came to be interested in commanding these magnificent metal beasts that she's created, and thus commands one of the vehicles directly from time to time. During the times in which she doesn't crew one, she watches and commands the regiment from a reasonable distance, accompanied by a small, two man guard and a armored car.

Second in Command and Combat Commander

Lieutenant Marcus Beirmann (Lennon79)

Name
Marcus Beirmann

Gender
Male

Age
32
Appearance
Tall and haughty, Marcus is the very picture of the gentrified Imperial ideal. His blonde hair and piercing blue eyes mark him as a member of the Empire's ethnic elite and he has the skill and willpower to live up to that lineage. He is almost always in full tanker's uniform, including a panzer wrap and crush cap.

Rank
Lieutenant, Squadron 655 Executive Officer and commander of the experimental tank Siegfried

Class
Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment


ZM MP5 Submachine gun


Goll A Pistol

Personality
Marcus is focused and professional in all aspects of his life, an exemplar of Imperial self-discipline. He is rarely flustered and is well-known for making brutally efficient decisions on the battlefield, sometimes sacrificing allies to give him the advantage. He does, however, value his subordinates and will fight furiously to ensure their safety both on and off the battlefield. Marcus doesn't have much of a sense of humour, instead preferring stoic pragmatism at all times.

Bio
Forged in the fires of modern war, Lieutenant Beirmann first served on the western front against the Federation. When his tank got cut off behind enemy lines, Marcus took his crew on a stealthy killing spree as he raided Federation supply lines and convoys up and down the bocage. When he ran out of ammunition, Marcus commandeered an enemy tank and continued his rampage until the severely weakened Federal forces retreated westward and he was able to link up with forward elements of the Imperial Army. By the time he and his crew were re-issued a tank, they had destroyed twenty-nine Federation tanks and dozen of supply trucks. He went on to serve a further two years on the western front, distinguishing himself as one of the Empire's most skilled aces. Eventually, he was transferred to the interior to co-command a newly organised experimental formation dubbed Squadron 655. By the time of the invasion of Gallia, Sqrn 655 had trialed several new vehicles and had moved onto super-heavy designs by the savant Lynette Mooringstar. Serving as combat commander of the unit and commander of the experimental main battle tank Siegfried, Lieutenant Marcus Beirmann is a force to be reckoned with.

Sqrn 655 Soldiers

2nd Lieutenant Lukas Glockner, Gunner (Raven_Operative)

Name: Lukas Glockner
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Lukas has black hair, blue eyes, stands just over 6' tall, and possesses many scars across his pale skin.

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Position: Gunner

Weapons and Equipment: Imperial Goll Pistol and standard tank crew gear. Despite tank crew almost never being issued them, he always has one grenade stashed on his person while in uniform.

Personality: Loyal, helpful, somewhat paranoid, and incredibly bloodthirsty/vengeful. If you wrong him or is friends, he will chase you to the ends of the earth. He is also somewhat on the quiet side, but wouldn't be considered antisocial as he will happily carry on a conversation if approached.

Bio: A foreigner to the empire, Lukas arrived at its borders nearly a decade ago under a different name. Abandoning it and taking the name 'Lukas Glockner', he set about building a new life there in the fastest way he knew how: by joining the Imperial Army. Despite the fact that the army was notoriously slow to warm to people not of Imperial birth, Lukas quickly rose through the ranks as a tank gunner. To be frank, He was one of the best gunners they had ever seen, able to hit distant targets with almost supernatural accuracy even when adverse conditions like poor weather or his tank being in motion presented themselves. It was this skill that eventually lead to him being assigned to Squadron 655 to assist in the field trials of experimental cannons, rockets and other launcher systems.

Despite his age, Lukas has been all over the place and has a lot of stories to tell. He seems to have made a hobby of memorizing folktales from a number of different nations. Recounting stories of his travels, legends he's heard, and myths to those who would ask are some of the few times he will actually become passionate in a conversation. Tales of the Valkyrur especially interest him, and if one were to search his quarters, they would find a small library of books dedicated to them.

Just after the beginning weeks of EWII, Lukas' performance began to falter. The reason for this became clear when a superior checked his correspondence. One of his best friends, who had joined the army with him, had been killed in a clash outside a federation town. It took a few days to get over his grief, but after that, Lukas's performance returned to normal with one major exception: His eagerness to kill and destroy those who opposed his empire had increased tenfold. Blaming the war (and more specifically: Those who opposed them in the war) for the death of his friend, Lukas has channeled all of his grief into striking down those who would stand against him and his squad. Outside of combat this has little effect on him, but in combat, the maniacal laughing and streams of curses pouring from him when ever he got a kill would be impossible to ignore if not for the noisy environment of the inside of a tank. Once or twice this behavior has landed his file on the desk of a superior with a note recommending his withdraw from active combat, but the response has always been "He's one of our best and doesn't seem to be out of control. We still need him.".

Maps and Resources

Le Haye Sainte, post-battle

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

The year is 1935 EC and the two greatest nations of our time are locked in an epic battle for supremacy over all Europa. Between the Autocratic East Europan Imperial Alliance, known as the Empire, and the Atlantic Federation in the west, the continent is divided by war. Caught between these mighty superpowers are a handful of independent states and kingdoms, some supporting one or both sides, others remaining defiantly neutral. On the north Europan coast lies the Principality of Gallia, a small but economically powerful post-industrial nation with a deep-seated sense of national pride. A system of universal military training ensures that every citizen leaves school a trained soldier, ready to be called up in times of war as the Gallian Militia. The Gallian people are tough, industrious and fiercely independent, but the nation is not without its problems. Government corruption, ineptitude in the military and near-universal ostracisation of its significant Darcsen population have left Gallia's foundations vulnerable, her defences weak. It is only a matter of time until one of the two great superpowers moves to secure Gallia's abundant natural resources.

As the war threatens to spill over into Gallia, a handful of souls meet by chance in a town on the southern border, unaware that events will soon unfold that will alter their destiny and that of Europa forever...

---

Welcome to Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South, a High-Casual RP set during the time of the first Valkyria Chronicles game. The storyline will run parallel to that of the canon plot, sometimes overlapping during major events. The characters start out as civilians when the first wave of Imperial attacks force them to fight back, eventually leading them to be conscripted or to voluntarily join the Gallian Militia. Some will not live to see the war's end, others will lose their will to fight... but a precious few will persevere and achieve victory against impossible odds, gaining fame and recognition as the finest soldiers Gallia has to offer. The 9th Militia Regiment, 12th Company... Lions of the South.

Rules

Oh how I love writing rules...
- While debate is always encouraged, GM's word is final. I won't be using this unless I absolutely have to.
- It goes without saying, but no godmodding or controlling other people's characters without their express permission. Common courtesy boys and girls.
- Romance is encouraged, just keep it PG-13.
- If you are going to be away for more than three days, tell us and we can work around it IC. Similarly, if you want to withdraw TELL US, don't just leave.
- This is a High-Casual RP, but I'm not expecting walls. Two to three paragraphs is a good average; if you can post more, great. If not, don't worry. So long as the content, spelling and grammar of your posts are up to scratch, I won't complain.
- The Lancer and Sniper classes will be restricted so that there is at most two of each in the squad at any one time. This rule may be rescinded if we gain enough players to justify it.
- Last but not least, enjoy yourselves. And tell me your favourite Squad 7 member in your CS as confirmation that you read this shyte.

CS

Name:
Gender:
Age: Militia conscripts are generally between 18 and 30, but volunteers outside of this age range are common
Appearance: Written description and/or picture

Rank: Private or PFC (Lance Corporal 2 slots) only please. There is one slot going for 2iC of the squad which will be a Corporal, first come first served.
Class: Scout, Shocktrooper, Engineer, Lancer or Sniper

Weapons and Equipment: Any 1st tier weapon from the class's selection (ie, MAGS M1, MAGS M10, MAJ-X M1, ZM MP 1(g) or ZM MP 3(g) for Shocktrooper. Here is a useful link for any information required. You can add the odd civilian weapon if it is appropriate for your character's background)

Personality:
Bio:

RP Sample: Just a paragraph or two about a day in the normal pre-war life of your character, nothing fancy.

Feel free to mess with the formatting; this is just a rough outline.

Rank System

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South [Open]

Spade gets first refusal because s/he mentioned it first, but if they don't want it, sure.
OOC will be up sometime today.