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Is this before or after Korra? I'm confused as to what time period this takes place.

Oswald State Correctional Facility - Prison Roleplay (Still looking for participants)

Sasha had remained silent throughout the bus ride to the new prison section. His eyes glazed over as he gazed out the window. The idea of this new block was nice: being able to move around more. But at the same time, he would have to start all over again. At the old block, he had the guards eating out of his hands. He got away with so much shit.

As the bus pulled up to the block, the guards ushering them off, Sasha looked around at his new blockmates for the first time. None of them looking like the kind of people that he would socialize with. He'd have to reassert himself pretty quickly, what with the free roam atmosphere. One of the prisoners, a woman, caught his eyes. That was odd; why would put her in here? Not that he was complaining; he'd always liked a nice view.

Sasha looked up again when a man came to talk to them. He made a rundown of the schedule, a brief introduction, and then left. Sasha furrowed his brow and looked around. Was that it?

He wondered who his new cellmate was. Kemper? That was a German name. He looked around for someone who matched that depiction, but when it wasn't glaringly obvious, he lost interest.
It doesn't matter. They won't keep him with me long. Sasha thought to himself, pretty sure of it. It was true that, back at the old block, he'd only had a cellmate once. The man had only lasted a couple days; Sasha had told him to stay out of his stuff, and the guy hadn't listening.

Sasha moved away from the group, wandering over to the cell marked E03. It was pretty spacious. He slunk into and sat down on the bed to the right, deciding that this would be his.

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

Name: Amid Hajjar
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Team: India

Nationality: Afghan

Rank: Communications Officer and tech support

Service record: Served in the War in Afghanistan, 2004-current.

Personality: Amid is a mild mannered man, quiet and intelligent. He's respectful to those who doesn't know informally, and warm to those that he does. One could describe him as a family man; he doesn't have much else going for him, so family is all he's got.

He's a little reserved, and sometimes even shy around newer people. Amid has a certain expectation that people will automatically hate him because of his race, because, often times, that's what has happened. Because of this, he often goes out of his way to be kind to strangers and remain patient and respectful. He can get a bit excited when he gets into one his rambles about the latest technology, but he can be reeled back in pretty easily.

There is, however, a darker side to the mild Afghan. His past experiences in the army have left scars on him, both physical and mental. Even now, after years of doing his job, he'll awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He learned to make a switch inside his mind that he can simply turn off when he needs to do the more...gruesome aspects of his job.

Other: He can speak several languages, including Arabic, Kurdish, English, Russian, German, and many others. Mostly European languages.

Appearance: Amid is, compared to many of his cohorts, a bit underwhelming. He's pretty muscular, but it's a lean muscle. His mass is hard and ropy, with little fat and bulk. His height, the center of much teasing, is a mere 5'5". And yes, he's heard every "short" joke in the book. His eyes are a dark, chocolate brown, and his skin is a warm, light brown. His hair, often messy and a medium length, is jet black. Amid's facial features are recognizably Arab.

History: Amid grew up in Kabul, Afghanistan. It was a city that left much to be desired, and his family was practically poverty stricken. He lived in a two room house with his mother and four siblings: one older brother and three sisters. His father had been a soldier, and died before he returned home from his tour.

Amid's older brother, Isam, was the family's single provider for many years. Unfortunately, his brother also died young, killed by a stray gunfire while walking home from his second job. This left Amid, barely 18, with little other choice than to go out and provide for his family.

He joined the military, hoping to one day save enough money to get his family out of the city and into a safer home. He work diligently, raising through the ranks and becoming a successful communications officer. It was about a year after this promotion that Amid's supervision offered him a higher paying job. It had decent benefits, good pay, and was far less dangerous. His supervisor didn't go into details, and it wasn't until Amid accepted the offer that he was told to full requirements. He would become an interrogator; being put into a room with a captive and staying there until they told him valuable information. What he had to do to acquire this information was kept off the records.

The things he did during those years still haunt his darkest memories even today. He made good money, but Amid felt as though his soul had slowly died. When he was offered a chance to go back, work for communications again for an international mission, there wasn't any questions about it. Amid took the offer. He didn't care where he had to go, or what he had to do.

Amid was shipped out to India to meet with his new cohorts. But before he went, he took what money he had earned and used almost all of it to moved his two youngest sisters out of Kabul and into a smaller, safer village. He was able to afford them a good home where they wouldn't have to beg for food or sleep on the floor. While this gave him a little peace of mind, it left him with almost nothing left for himself. Amid has about 50 American dollars to get him through this operation until his paycheck.

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

Name: Amid Hajjar
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Team: India

Nationality: Afghan

Rank: Communications Officer and tech support

Service record: Served in Afghan Civil war and the 2001-current war in Afghanistan.

Personality: Amid is a mild mannered man, quiet and intelligent. He's respectful to those who doesn't know informally, and warm to those that he does. One could describe him as a family man; he doesn't have much else going for him, so family is all he's got.

He's a little reserved, and sometimes even shy around newer people. Amid has a certain expectation that people will automatically hate him because of his race, because, often times, that's what has happened. Because of this, he often goes out of his way to be kind to strangers and remain patient and respectful. He can get a bit excited when he gets into one his rambles about the latest technology, but he can be reeled back in pretty easily.

There is, however, a darker side to the mild Afghan. His past experiences in the army have left scars on him, both physical and mental. Even now, after years of doing his job, he'll awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He learned to make a switch inside his mind that he can simply turn off when he needs to do the more...gruesome aspects of his job.

Other: He can speak several languages, including Arabic, Kurdish, English, Russian, German, and many others. Mostly European languages.

Appearance: Amid is, compared to many of his cohorts, a bit underwhelming. He's pretty muscular, but it's a lean muscle. His mass is hard and ropy, with little fat and bulk. His height, the center of much teasing, is a mere 5'5". And yes, he's heard every "short" joke in the book. His eyes are a dark, chocolate brown, and his skin is a warm, light brown. His hair, often messy and a medium length, is jet black. Amid's facial features are recognizably Arab.

History: Amid grew up in Kabul, Afghanistan. It was a city that left much to be desired, and his family was practically poverty stricken. He lived in a two room house with his mother and four siblings: one older brother and three sisters. His father had been a soldier, and died before he returned home from his tour.

Amid's older brother, Isam, was the family's single provider for many years. Unfortunately, his brother also died young, killed by a stray gunfire while walking home from his second job. This left Amid, barely 18, with little other choice than to go out and provide for his family.

He joined the military, hoping to one day save enough money to get his family out of the city and into a safer home. He work diligently, raising through the ranks and becoming a successful communications officer. It was about a year after this promotion that Amid's supervision offered him a higher paying job. It had decent benefits, good pay, and was far less dangerous. His supervisor didn't go into details, and it wasn't until Amid accepted the offer that he was told to full requirements. He would become an interrogator; being put into a room with a captive and staying there until they told him valuable information. What he had to do to acquire this information was kept off the records.

The things he did during those years still haunt his darkest memories even today. He made good money, but Amid felt as though his soul had slowly died. When he was offered a chance to go back, work for communications again for an international mission, there wasn't any questions about it. Amid took the offer. He didn't care where he had to go, or what he had to do.

Amid was shipped out to India to meet with his new cohorts. But before he went, he took what money he had earned and used almost all of it to moved his two youngest sisters out of Kabul and into a smaller, safer village. He was about to afford them a good home where they wouldn't have to beg for food or sleep on the floor. While this gave him a little peace of mind, it left him with almost nothing left for himself. Amid has about 50 American dollars to get him through this operation until his paycheck.

I hope my guy checks out okay. I honestly don't know a whole lot about military and war, but I do know a good plotpoint when I see one. I figured it would be interesting to have a character that, for a little while, may have been fighting against the countries of his now teammates.

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

Could I make a communications officer? Seeing as everyone is from a different country, it would only make sense to have a guy who can speak a wide range of languages. He could also be a tech specialists, since his job would have a lot of dealings with electronics and the sort.

Oswald State Correctional Facility - Prison Roleplay (Still looking for participants)

Name: Sasha Belov
Possible Nick Name: Not really
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Date of Birth: September 21, 1983
Place of Birth: Kazan, Russia
Nationality: Russian

Gang Affiliations: He only gets involved with them if he needs something. No really fucks with him, so he doesn't need their protection.

Conviction: Charged with several accounts of murder in the US. He's guilty of plenty more worldwide, including war crimes and other such heinous acts.

Sentence: Life without chance of parole.
Parole: N/A

Personality:

Sasha is a nasty piece of work. This is not a man that's being kept here to be rehabilitated. Sasha is being kept here to die, and do as little damage as possible until then. According to the prison psychologist, the man exhibits borderline psychopathic traits, from his ability to appear charming and charismatic, to the sheer lack of remorse he shows for the things that he's done.

During his three years at the prison, Sasha has managed to get on the good side of several of the guards, slept with at lease one nurse, and has won over several of the kitchen staff. He turns on the charm enough to get what he wants, and often times, it works. If he wasn't dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit, no one would know that he was a vicious murderer. His uncanny ability to make it appear as though he actually cares about someone is impeccable. Many of his fellow inmates resent him for this; they call him a kiss up. Sasha doesn't pay them much mind though; if it works, it works.

Appearance:
Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular. He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture. His large, intimidating appearance keeps those who would like to beat his insufferable smirk off his face at bay. He's already put several inmates in the hospital for trying to pick fights with him. Putting him in solitary seems to have no real effect.

Other: He talks with a light accent, having lost most of it during his travels, He's picked up several languages from around the world, but English if his best by far. Sasha often speaks in a calm, quiet tone, almost never raising his voice.

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother had been a drug addict, and overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. The man was an alcoholic, and a violent one at that. After Sasha's mother had died, his father had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his equally drunken friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's abuse had turned him into a rebellious little shit. But after five years of service, the military seemed to have worked it out of him.

He eventually quit the military to go private when he decided that he just wasn't making enough money. Why risk his life for crappy army pay when he could get more? So Sasha began his new profession as a mercenary. He traveled the world, fighting in places such as Iraq and Uganda. He did his fair share of dirty deeds over the years. He eventually rolled out of the war business and began working in a more specialized field. Sasha hired himself out to rich people who wanted their enemies dead.

This is what brought him to the US. He traveled around the states, committing your run of the mill hits all the way to political assassinations. He was finally captured after finished a hit on a senator, and was tried for his crimes. Once investigators got involved, his dirty laundry was slowly drug out all over the news and in court. It became clear that Mr. Belov was not your typical hit and pay assassin; he was an international war criminal.

The verdict was made to imprison him in the state that he was tried for murder in, but there are currently several countries trying to get him exported so that they can see justice served. This has kept Sasha off death row for three years, his sentence buried so deep in red tape that the prison is unable to execute him. This suits him just fine.

Prison Roleplay

Yay :3

If anyone wants their charrie to have a beef with Sasha, feel free.

Prison Roleplay

Here's my dude :3 hope he's okay :3

Name: Sasha Belov
Possible Nick Name: Not really
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Date of Birth: September 21, 1983
Place of Birth: Kazan, Russia
Nationality: Russian

Gang Affiliations: He only gets involved with them if he needs something. No really fucks with him, so he doesn't need their protection.

Conviction: Charged with several accounts of murder in the US. He's guilty of plenty more worldwide, including war crimes and other such heinous acts.

Sentence: Life without chance of parole.
Parole: N/A

Personality:

Sasha is a nasty piece of work. This is not a man that's being kept here to be rehabilitated. Sasha is being kept here to die, and do as little damage as possible until then. According to the prison psychologist, the man exhibits borderline psychopathic traits, from his ability to appear charming and charismatic, to the sheer lack of remorse he shows for the things that he's done.

During his three years at the prison, Sasha has managed to get on the good side of several of the guards, slept with at lease one nurse, and has won over several of the kitchen staff. He turns on the charm enough to get what he wants, and often times, it works. If he wasn't dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit, no one would know that he was a vicious murderer. His uncanny ability to make it appear as though he actually cares about someone is impeccable. Many of his fellow inmates resent him for this; they call him a kiss up. Sasha doesn't pay them much mind though; if it works, it works.

Appearance:
Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular. He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture. His large, intimidating appearance keeps those who would like to beat his insufferable smirk off his face at bay. He's already put several inmates in the hospital for trying to pick fights with him. Putting him in solitary seems to have no real effect.

Other: He talks with a light accent, having lost most of it during his travels, He's picked up several languages from around the world, but English if his best by far. Sasha often speaks in a calm, quiet tone, almost never raising his voice.

History:

Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother had been a drug addict, and overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. The man was an alcoholic, and a violent one at that. After Sasha's mother had died, his father had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his equally drunken friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's abuse had turned him into a rebellious little shit. But after five years of service, the military seemed to have worked it out of him.

He eventually quit the military to go private when he decided that he just wasn't making enough money. Why risk his life for crappy army pay when he could get more? So Sasha began his new profession as a mercenary. He traveled the world, fighting in places such as Iraq and Uganda. He did his fair share of dirty deeds over the years. He eventually rolled out of the war business and began working in a more specialized field. Sasha hired himself out to rich people who wanted their enemies dead.

This is what brought him to the US. He traveled around the states, committing your run of the mill hits all the way to political assassinations. He was finally captured after finished a hit on a senator, and was tried for his crimes. Once investigators got involved, his dirty laundry was slowly drug out all over the news and in court. It became clear that Mr. Belov was not your typical hit and pay assassin; he was an international war criminal.

The verdict was made to imprison him in the state that he was tried for murder in, but there are currently several countries trying to get him exported so that they can see justice served. This has kept Sasha off death row for three years, his sentence buried so deep in red tape that the prison is unable to execute him. This suits him just fine.

Modern '1x1' Military RP?

Might be interested.

City of Darlow - Modern/Urban Dark RP

Looks pretty abandoned to me. DD was on another thread posting just today.