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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'm already starting to like Lola, even if she's nutty. Very, very nutty.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Jakob Norheim & Silvio Colani

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"I love the smell of dead Nazis in the evening."

Jakob's words flew light as a feather over the eiry silence that had fallen over the small barhouse in Ulm, quite the contrast to the scene that had unfolded itself just a few short moments earlier. If one hadn't seen or spoken with Jakob before, you would think he was a psycopath, plain and simply. But if you had had that honour, you would still think that very same thought, only that you knew why, and that he sometimes sounded like a sane person. The silence was of course disturbed by the barmaid screaming and their heavy boots exiting the barhouse, but it was still quiet.

Too quiet.

As they got to their escape vehicle, Jakob threw his Bren-gun onto the flatbed of the Opel and climbed up. It would have to work, and if it didn't, Jakob was sure as hell going to make it work. He reloaded the Bren-gun, tossing the empty magazine into a satchel at his side; if they could hide the fact that they weren't using German weaponry, the better. The panzerfaust neatly hidden beneath the benches was a pleasnet surprise, though at the same time not a surprise; Jakob knew that Robert had this all planned out. "Just leave that to me, Lukasz. We need you with the Spandau more than me with the Bren."

Silvio on the other hand didn't have the pleasure of getting his hands on a well-made, German AT-weapon that would revolutionize infantry-warfare for decades to come. No, as he himself thought to himself so descriptively; Yeah sure, let the Italian drive the fuckin' car.
Because ALL Italians drives a cab in New York and New Jersey... His facial expression was rather the same, though he kept quiet and instead focused on getting the car to start. It was easy enough, thanks to the key still standing in the ignition, not that he couldn't have started it without it.

"Hold onto your butts, bambini, we're out of here!" Silvio shouted to those on the back of the Opel as he stepped on the pedal, forcing the German transport-truck to move from its immobile state and away from the scene of utter carnage. The Opel moved down the road Robert had pointed out to him at a speed most truck-drivers probably wouldn't feel safe with, especially not during the winter. Silvio on the contrary was in a hurry; he had a train to catch.

And as if on a well-place queue in a theatre-production of some well-written Broadway-musical, a sizeable group of German soldiers appeared in the street right in-front of the speeding Opel-Blitz. And they were armed. "Incoming, hold on!" Silvio, contrary to common sense of a motorist, only pressed the pedal further down onto the floor as the truck sped up towards the Germans. A few of them actually stood their ground and opened fire, but most were smarter than that. In a split second, the Opel-Blitz rammed straight into the two Germans brave enough to face down a speeding truck - a really bad idea. The impact of bones and flesh getting mashed into the metal front-grill of the car sent shivers down the spine of lesser men, but Silvio kept on driving. The remaining Germans watched in horror as their comrades got run over by a truck, and promptly fired back at them.

"Jaywalkers. Fucking hate them."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

And just because I'm not sure Haakon will get out of that prison alive, here's my character-submission. Hope he will need not much reworking, and that he'll join the group in distrusting Haakon C:

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Character Summary

Name: Mahendra Huq Zalil
Aliases: Ali, Mahi, Huq, Turban
Age: 31
Birthday: June 8th, 1891
Ethnicity: Bengali Indian
Birth Place: Kolkata, West Bengal, British Raj
Residence: Shepheard's Hotel - room 2158
How Long In Cairo: Three weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Geology
Occupation: Geologist. Formerly Lance Naik, Indian Army
Languages: Bengali & English

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Appearance

Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weight: 147lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Coal black
Skin Tone: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across his left arm after being slashed by a sabre.
Personal Style: After his time in Britain, Mahendra took a liking to more European style of fashion, though by no means has left the traditional styles from his homeland. He's like a cameleon, adapting and changing his attire in regard to his surroundings and company. As they say, "When in Rome, do as Romans do."

When in the company of Europeans, he prefers decent suits, white shirts and polished shoes. All clean and ironed straight, he knows that diligence in appearance is highly valued. Same applies for hair and facial hair, which are finely trimmed and combed back in an orderly fashion. When in the company of natives like himself and like-minded people, or simply when to impress or show his heritage, you might find a slightly different man. One who wears more traditional clothing, like a Kurta worn over a louser shirt, wider pants and a turban, alongside sandals. His moustauche is then still finely trimmed, while his hair is neatly hidded undearneath the turban.

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Psychology

Helpful * Stubborn * Polite * Judgemental * Brave * Superstitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality:

First impression matters a whole lot for Mahendra. To those who's left a good impression on the shorter man, he's a polite and generous man. He's usually seen wearing a friendly smile under than black moustache, nodding and giving friendly gestures to known friends and strangers alike. He's a man who firmly believes that there's good in all men, as long as they're ready to admit their wrong-doings and ask for forgiveness. And for those he cares for, he'll go far to help them in any way he can.

Then there's the more conservative, traditional side of Mahendra, the one who shows his true self if left a bad impression. A firm believer in karma, he's under the impression that certain things happen for certain reasons, and that what befalls a man is justly deserved. Be rude or behave in a bad manner, and you'll find it difficult to be seen by Mahendra as anything else but a scoundrel, a baffoon or worse, destined to be reincarnated as a bug.

Habits:

• Scratching his moustache.
• Kicking around rocks and dirt.
• Running his fingers down the scar on his arm.

Hobbies: Tea-drinking & walks outside of civilization.

Fears:

• Omens of uncertain death
• Being reborn as something other than a man
• Losing his wife

Likes:

• Showing his ancestry
• Spicy food
• Like-minded colonials
• Classical music
• Seeing new sights and places
• Peace and quiet

Dislikes:

• Cold
• Rude or brash behaviour
• Prejudice
• Jazz music
• Cynics
• Criminals

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Understanding of local Egyptian superstition
• Geology
• Natural geography
• Excavation
• Social cameleon
• Bartering
• Drawing
• Animal-handling

Combat Skills:

• Bolt-action rifle
• Sabre fighting
• Horse riding
• Stamina
• Whip

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black polished boots, dark blue pants and suit-jacket, white shirt, and dark red turban.
• Wallet - 27£ 6p, passport (British Indian), geologist- and military-certificates, picture of his wife and child.
• Notebook
• Pencils
• Pocket watch
• Magnefying glass
• Canteen

Residence:

• Spare clothes
• Geologist-kit; brushes, small shovels, microscope, small pick and chisel, etc.
• Books on various geologic areas; Europe, Britain, India, Asia, Africa, Egypt
• Sketch-book filled with various digs and finds
• Meditation matt
• Unwritten letters and envelopes
• Suitcase
• This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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History

What Brings You To Cairo:

Work does, amongst other things. Seen as the interest for Egypt and the Land of the Pharoes are at it's peak, Mahendra hoped that he would be able to find a fair-paying job amongst the archelogical sights as a well-educated geologist. His thinking was that because many treasures are still waiting to be found underground, who else better to hire than someone who knows what the ground should or should not look like? But there's also a more personal reason, one to do with his time of service there back during the War. He misses not the killing or slaughter of innocent lives, but the times of friendship and excitement that accompanied it. So now he's there, trying to find both work and memories.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Mahendra Huq Zalil was born into a lower-class family, and was raised in the middle of Kolkata, the heart and center of West-Bengal in the British Raj. His father was a travelling salesman, dragging Mahendra and his younger brothers around and outside the city on their trusted horse to do business. His mother was a maid for a prominent British family living in the more luxurious parts of Kolkata, who took care of the younger siblings back home.

The only kind of education Mahendra recieved, was the little reading he was taught by his parents and the wife of the prominent family his mother worked for, while he learned some basic math from his father's business dealings. Other than that, Mahendra stood little out from the millions of other Indian children in the British Empire. And like so many others, he was married at the age of 16 to a younger girl, one he had never met. He would slowly start to care for her though, and come to accept that their marriage would be a fine one. This, alongside him working odd-jobs beside helping his father, was Mahendra's everyday life until he was 21 years old.

The Great War; the War to end all wars, the War with many names. It was something else for Mahendra. It was the war to finally prove he was a true man, and the war to possibly give India the rights She deserved. The British generals welcomed the mass of voluenteers who wanted to serve, seeing the need for manpower and finding their pool in British India. Mahendra was assigned to the 11th Indian Divison and sent for training in Egypt. He was saw combat during the Actions of the Suez where he and his unit fought of the Ottoman forces attempting to seize the Canal.

He was later transferred to the Indian Expeditionary Force D once his previous division was disbanded, now serving in Mesopotamia. It was fighting up the Tigris River than Mahendra's luck ran out; first he was severly injured in an Ottoman cavalry attack where he was badly cut in his arm. Then as he was recovering in a military hospital in Egypt, he recived the news from home; his father was dead, died of disease.

With the war over, Mahendra was afraid of what kind of life he'd return in India, but for once fortune seemed to be at his side. The prominent British family his mother worked for found pity in the family's sorrow, and offered them help; they would pay for Mahendra's education anywhere in Britain to ensure that his family wouldn't end up in povetry after their death. This was how the short Indian ended up in Britain and was able to attend the University of Oxford, in the end gratuating with a degree in Geology. It wasn't easy, but he pulled through after long, tedious work. He then worked on several projects, both in Britain and India regarding both geological and archelogical digs, and in construction.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

It has been exciting to say the least, even if the lack of work is getting to him. Mahendra has spent much of time seeking work, specifically amongst the archelogical sights. So far no one has offered the Indian man a position, even a temporary one. So he's done his best to look bright at the situation, and thus watched the sights inside the city, as well as the beautiful view of the endless desert that stretches on forever outside of Cairo. And then it's the vision he has, the dream...An omen.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Everything happens for a reason. It is best for us to take the hand we're dealt and do our best."
Theme Song: The Cave - Mumford & Sons
Anything Else:

• Mahendra has a thick Indian accent, which some might find difficult to understand at times.
• Sheshat
• His wife, Myra, still lives in India. She's awaiting Mahendra's return after he's earned enough money to settle down.
• Click me if you dare, you commie

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

I hope it didn't, I was looking forward to some shooting and under-cover action :C

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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It was understatement to imply that Haakon was annoyed by the fact that his notes had been confiscated; it was truly a blow down below the belt. This surely that the honourable establishment of the British Army would take great care of studying it and hand-picking what they saw as just cause to gag him. To Haakon, this was the standard of how to silence the Press if they read something they didn't like. It was even further a smack to his face that the Norwegian Embassy was in the process of translating it.

These troubles became specks of dirt compared to what the Lord-Major continued to say.

Haakon remainded silent for the duration of the conversation primarly between Josephine and Lord-Major Keystone, taking in the fact that they were wanted at the prison for questioning in regards to the murder. The way the honourable Lord-Major put it, made it sound like it was they who had perpetrated the murder of last night. It came as a bigger surprise that they had been treated as good as they had been and would be, all with the protection and representation from the British Crown. Haakon was still annoyed that his notes were now in their hands, but he would be sure to thank them for their effort to help them regardless.

And of course the man representing them was none other than the disturbingly amusing corporal from the previous night, as there was no mistaking from his high-pitched voice - if one could call the piercing shriek that emmited from his mouth a voice. As the representative from the prison, from now Haakon recognized as the man from earlier, Haakon put a comforting hand on Josephine's shoulder and adressed the Lord-Major. "Thank you, Lord-Mayor Sir for your support. We'll be sure to repay it, even for our differences."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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The old man kept up his pace through the still mentionable layer of snow as he moved ever towards his destination, not that he knew what it was or when he would reach it. And for good measure, only he was allowed to call him 'old'. If you did, well, you might not like the old man standing in front of you with an axe. But alas, Alexander was alone right there, and nobody was in any position to call him by names.

Alexander turned a corner, avoiding what he had suspected was a building about to collapse, when he was met by a street filled with snow. Lots of it, as if the road workers hadn't been doing their job for years. Alexander certainly wasn't going to pick a shovel and start shovelling away the snow. But the snow meant that whatever Walker was in the street, probably was still frozen beneath the masses of snow. Hopefully. And since Alexander was in no mood to turn around, he kept on walking, albit at a slow and careful pace.

As far as Alexander knew, the street he had entered was only inhabited by the massive flanks of snow surrounding him. But he still looked over his shoulder once in a while and scanned the windows of the surrounding buildings every so often, just to be sure. He knew from past experiences that this would have been a perfect ambush-sight, especially for greens. And while he was looking as diligently as he could from his position down at the street, he was only hoping that it didn't come back to bite him in the ass later. Alexander caught sight of what he thought was an old café beside him, though he suspected it was as empty the Devil's promise, and sighed. "Damnit, I could really use some coffee right now..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaUnderstood. Not sure why I thought she was outside when she sung. Will post now.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaSo he hears Lola singing somewhere down the street and effectivly stumbles upon a tank with two people from behind a pile of snow?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaWould he have seen the tank before Lola noticed him? Just so I know that he would have time to react and decide whether or not to approach it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaNeed to ask this just to be sure; Is it Alexander that Lola saw coming down the street, or is he still wandering southward all alone like Tom Hanks in Castaway?