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"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Damn ponies, they're everywhere!

And I warn you all, Alexios is going to rant quite a lot about Turks, Bulgarians, Austrians/Hungarians, Italians and Germans. You have been warned, do not mention sauerkraut, Pizza or Kebab, or else he'll shove a gyro down your throat :P

"We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds"

Name: Alexios Stathos
Gender: Male
Nationality: Greek
Age: 50
Physical Appearance: Alexios stands at an average height of 1.77m tall, is well built for a man of his age. Then again one can argue that the hard labour he's done has helped his health, if it only had helped his hair from turning grey and slowly fall off his head. He has the typical olive skin of the Greeks, a well-trimmed moustache and a set of two brown eyes that are as sharp as ever. He also wears an old, red, Ottoman fez which he has sewed medals and marks on, including the Greek flag and the Orthodox Cross.
Rank: Sergeant.
Weapon and Ammunition: Mannlicher-Schönauer rifle, 8x 6.5×54mm.
Walther P38 pistol, 5x 9×19mm Parabellum.

Brief Background: Alexios was born in a typical fishing-village on Corfu, his mother a tailor and his father an orthodox priest. His family, consisting of his parents, two sisters and three brothers including himself, was raised as devoted Christians, and always told to cherish the freedom they had in an independent Greece. Nothing of interest happening during Alexios's childhood, and it seemed that he would follow his father's footsteps in becoming a priest. He had studied, and failed his exams twice, when the news broke out that Greece was at war; With the Young Turkish Revolution just happening, the Balkan kingdoms of Montenegro, Bulgaria, Serbia and Greece sent an ultimatum to Constantinople to retreat her forces from the Balkans. When it was declined, the respective countries declared war, and The First Balkan War had begun.

Alexios eagerly joined the Greek army under command of Prince Constantine I., and participated in the successful campaign against the Turkish army as they fought their way into Macedonia. Alexios first distinguished himself as an excellent marksman, earning him a medal and a promotion, even going as far as being issued a new rifle. As the war, first against the Turks and then against the Bulgarians, came to an end, he did his best to return to his clergy education, but failing the exam once again before giving up on it. Instead he began working within transport, driving trucks with cargo all across Greece, especially in the newly liberated northern lands. When Greece joined the Allies in the Great War, Alexios once again joined the army and fought against the Central Power forces, primarily Bulgaria and the Ottoman Empire.

He continued to fight in the army during the Greco-Turkish war, and returned home after the Greek forces were defeated by their long-time enemy. And with no wars to participate in, Alexios resumed his work as a cargo driver much of his life, until the Italians and Germans came. Leaving his family behind, his wife and lone daughter, he made his way to Athens, and was transferred to the 1st Greek Regiment alongside other Greek men of all ages. At Crete, they would either stop the German invaders, or die trying.

Second World War RP?

Name: Alexios Stathos
Gender: Male
Nationality: Greek
Age: 50
Physical Appearance: Alexios stands at an average height of 1.77m tall, is well built for a man of his age. Then again one can argue that the hard labour he's done has helped his health, if it only had helped his hair from turning grey and slowly fall off his head. He has the typical olive skin of the Greeks, a well-trimmed moustache and a set of two brown eyes that are as sharp as ever. He also wears an old, red, Ottoman fez which he has sewed medals and marks on, including the Greek flag and the Orthodox Cross.
Rank: Sergeant.
Weapon and Ammunition: Mannlicher-Schönauer rifle, 8x 6.5×54mm.
Walther P38 pistol, 5x 9×19mm Parabellum.

Brief Background: Alexios was born in a typical fishing-village on Corfu, his mother a tailor and his father an orthodox priest. His family, consisting of his parents, two sisters and three brothers including himself, was raised as devoted Christians, and always told to cherish the freedom they had in an independent Greece. Nothing of interest happening during Alexios's childhood, and it seemed that he would follow his father's footsteps in becoming a priest. He had studied, and failed his exams twice, when the news broke out that Greece was at war; With the Young Turkish Revolution just happening, the Balkan kingdoms of Montenegro, Bulgaria, Serbia and Greece sent an ultimatum to Constantinople to retreat her forces from the Balkans. When it was declined, the respective countries declared war, and The First Balkan War had begun.

Alexios eagerly joined the Greek army under command of Prince Constantine I., and participated in the successful campaign against the Turkish army as they fought their way into Macedonia. Alexios first distinguished himself as an excellent marksman, earning him a medal and a promotion, even going as far as being issued a new rifle. As the war, first against the Turks and then against the Bulgarians, came to an end, he did his best to return to his clergy education, but failing the exam once again before giving up on it. Instead he began working within transport, driving trucks with cargo all across Greece, especially in the newly liberated northern lands. When Greece joined the Allies in the Great War, Alexios once again joined the army and fought against the Central Power forces, primarily Bulgaria and the Ottoman Empire.

He continued to fight in the army during the Greco-Turkish war, and returned home after the Greek forces were defeated by their long-time enemy. And with no wars to participate in, Alexios resumed his work as a cargo driver much of his life, until the Italians and Germans came. Leaving his family behind, his wife and lone daughter, he made his way to Athens, and was transferred to the 1st Greek Regiment alongside other Greek men of all ages. At Crete, they would either stop the German invaders, or die trying.

Second World War RP?

I'm still alive too, the guild breaks down more than a Japanese tank...

Rise of the Steam Machines (Steampunk/Scavenger/Sky Pirate RP?)

Question: Please explain more in depth what you mean by this being a "Descriptive" RP. And the Crimson Fists are meant to mimic various communist groups?

Other than that, seems rather interesting :)

Second World War RP?

Seen as I always enjoy a good WWII RP, I'll throw my hat into the ring.

I agree on the Battle of Crete scenario. The Greeks fought with everything and anything they had, no wonder Churchill said that "the Greek didn't fight like heroes, but heroes fought like Greeks.".

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

The explosion, or rather the implosion, was as magnificent as always to witness. Compared to the event at the Kremlin it was just a tiny fart, but non the less, Stürm Adler smiled as the bunker was vanquished by his delightful Valkyrie in her black uniform. The time of celebration was cut off short as the sound of fighter planes approaching the compound, surprisingly quick how the planes had arrived in such a short amount of time.

Stürm Adler ran after Swordfish as they legged it towards the hole in the fence, then back to their mini U-boats so they could make a quick exit, hopefully in one piece both of them. As he heard Swordfish order him down on the ground, he realized how close the fighter planes actually were; just above them. Ahead of them, lava. "Brilliant, just brilliant..." He muttered, knowing the option of either getting obliterated by the Typhoon's rockets, or taking the risk of melting his armour. He chose the latter, letting himself fall onto his backside, hearing the molten rock scrape against the metal and fizzling from the immense heat, which he felt rather unpleasant.

The fighters flew past them, allowing them to live yet another day. "You and me both, or two if we are quick." He replied just as cheekily, getting back on his feet and running after her. The sound of the planes disappeared behind them as they finally reached their escape. Stürm Adler knew the drill; get his suit hooked up to the oxygen and himself onto the U-boat, and get the hell out of dodge, who knew when reinforcements would arrive? Soon they dived into the ice Arctic water of the North Sea, invisible to the pilots who later would swear that they had seen the devils of the German army, the 505th.

"Good work out there Swordfish, not bad for your baptism of fire."

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

"Just a little longer? Please, I could do this all day, my dear!" Stürm Adler's voice was teasing as much as it was serious, this was something he literary could and had done all day, though he'd rather get back in the sub and spend some quality time with his lover instead. But he was Der Führer's most important tool, and so he would complete his task for his sake.

The bunker got clearer as Stürm Adler walked towards it, still armed with his Luger. It was a weapon he hadn't used too often, and with Dr. Ludwig's new improvements to it, he wanted to see what it could accomplish. From the bunker, he saw a group of Allied soldiers carefully exiting after what he only could imagine was Swordfish's work. They were armed with British Lee Einfields and Sten submachine guns, nothing compared to the weaponry Stürm Adler possessed. With little effort, he aimed his Luger at the group, unloading the entire magazine into the group of soldiers. The bullets hit them in their chests and heads, but most of them would be non-lethal, just as Swordfish suggested. "Got a few survivors so far. No real need for them though, the Allied High-Command already fear us."

Then gunfire erupted from behind him, and as he turned, he recognized the figure as Swordfish in her new piece of armour, terrifying like the 505th was renowned for. "Danke. How much time until the bunker goes to Kingdom come?"

Liberte! Egalite! Fraternite!-A French Revolution RP.

The Silver Paladin said
I may try with other revolutions. If we complete a Successful French Revolution, We can try like the Russian Revolution or something.

Funny you should put it that way. For how "successful" was the French Revolution really? In the long run it can be argued that it did establish the ideals of freedom, liberty and equality. But really it achieved nothing back then, since France only ended up going from a king, to an emperor, back to a king. Of course you already know this already, I just find it interesting to think that the revolution we most most dear, actually achieved little :P

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

"Roger that, Swordfish. I'll take care of it." Stürm Adler confidently replied to Swordfish, sure that she would wreck a silent havoc inside the compound, one few would actually read about in the history books years from now. This seemed like a small task in a grand war, but sometimes it was the small things that made the big ones possible. He had only used two rounds of his weapon, so reloading was not an issue as he began his hunt for a fuel depot or something akin to that.

The white snow left behind him deep prints of what really was a tank on legs, but they were quickly filled with the falling snow in the cold winter. Visibility was close to none in the whiteness, so Stürm Adler felt safe as he made his way through the thick snow. Discounting the two Allied soldiers he had just shot, the rest of the area seemed surprisingly barren for life, but in the distance he saw what appeared to be what he was just looking for, a distraction. A loud one too.

He stopped for a moment, checking his belt for explosives that Dr. Ludwig had issued him with, perfect for the occasion. He slung his MP45 over his shoulder, replacing the rifle wit his trusted Luger pistol, of course silenced and with an extended magazine for convenience, as he held the explosives in his left hand. The closer he got to the fuel depot, he began hearing voices speaking in English. From what he could gather, it was about retreating back to America and a last ditch effort to stop the German war machine before it was too late. "It's already too late, you fools." Stürm Adler thought for himself as he got closer, moving as quietly as he possibly could in his steel casing. Viking usually did the Stealth part of their missions, but he guessed some change was only healthy for him. Who knew, perhaps one day Viking would be K.I.A.? Perhaps one day the Allies would somehow turn the tide, sweep over Europe reinstall their previous governments? Considering what they themselves had managed, who could guess what the Allies had up their sleeves?

Stürm Adler snuck past the chattering soldiers, moving past their guard post, before he reached the depot. It was what he expected, several tons of fuel for Allied vehicles and generators, most likely heating equipment for the polar winds. He placed the explosives underneath a crate that stuck out of the depot, flipping a switch on the explosive itself as an arming-mechanism, brand new. Part one of his task was done, all he waited for now was Swordfish to give him the signal. And it didn't take long before that came. "Once more, into the breech."

Pulling out what looked like a hand-held radio, he pushed a button on top of it, proceeded by a beep and a very, very large bang behind him as he ran away from the depot. Shooting up into the sky was a big chimney of fire and smoke from where the fuel depot had once stood. It was chaos, the soldiers scrambled to the alarms coming from the bunker itself only to turn around as the explosion caught their attention. And Stürm Adler's bullets caught them as they turned to see the very last thing in their life. Luger rounds filled their bodies as the steel figure moved across the white path between the bunker and depot, a path of death all too familiar across Europe, especially the places the 505th had already left their mark.
"Was that loud enough for you, Swordfish?"