Pundii

~*The Orient Express*~

@Wade Wilson
Luckily, the line for entry was miles long by the time I arrived, though.

~*The Orient Express*~

Hot tip kids: don't stay up stupidly late to post in an awesome RP (except do if you were excited like me) because you'll wake up at least an hour later than planned and be late for the con you were going to.

Whoops.

~*The Orient Express*~

Joel Grau

Location: Bayern-Kaserne, Alfa Barrack
Interacting With: Alfa Squad, Administrative Unteroffizier

Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.

"Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.

"Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.

"Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.

"Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.

Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.

Congratulations!
You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.

Sincerely,
Your Provider

As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.

"How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Don't think i'm going to be able to get a post in this round friends, at a convention this weekend with terrible internet - just assume Lucan went with Kyra back to the tavern. :)

Pawns of the Inquisition

@Tuxedo Fox

Had to shoehorn it in somewhere!

Pawns of the Inquisition

Watching the two members of the Inquisition jump as if they'd just entered the fade without realizing, Nolan suppressed his amusement - figuring this was not the best time to laugh at two mysterious individuals he'd just met. Shifting his gaze over to Clara as his companions scrutinized her, Nolan took a few moments to process the dwarf's comment in regards to his staff, looking to the implement which he still held in his right hand - now that they were off the trail, it seemed far less practical to be holding it as he hung his staff over his back instead, keeping his left hand held open, further away from himself now and more toward his companion as he'd warmed himself at least well enough.

As the two commented on his crest, Nolan looked down toward it in a manner akin to if he'd just been informed he'd forgotten his trousers. Studying it for half a moment, he looked back up to the others in time for the woman's comment, shrugging. "Will of the Maker, perhaps?" Considering the fact that neither Clara, the woman or the dwarf had made any effort to murder one another yet, Nolan figured that perhaps the situation was safe and took a step or two forward to stand alongside her, as opposed to the defensive position he'd held behind her. As the woman began to explain herself and the dwarf, he'd raise an eyebrow. "Inquisition, hm?" He went for a moment to make some snide comment about how it was odd that the Inquisitor's will was to kill Templars, but then he remembered the actual purpose he and his companion were there, and he shut himself up.

Deciding to take it upon himself to provide the explanation for their being there, he glance over to Clara, figuring she'd fill in any gaps he left out. He was about to begin when the suggestion was given by the Orlesian, Nolan giving another sidelong glance toward Clara, not even bothering to suppress his amusement at the notion as he let out a hearty laugh. "Mage and Templar? That sounds like something out of Hard in Hightown." Continuing to utter a few brief chuckles at the notion, Nolan would eventually gather himself, and continue with their explanation. "Well, myself - Nolan, by the way - and my companion here, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, are, or rather - were - here for some..." He paused, thinking of the best way to describe it. "Aggressive negotiations."

Glancing toward the cave-in once more, Nolan cleared his throat. "However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind." While he hadn't exactly explained the specifics of their overall goal, he felt he'd explained enough for the time being, after all, he hadn't exactly lied at all...

~*The Orient Express*~

Joel Grau

Joel Grau

Character Summary

Name: Joel Günther Grau
Aliases: 'Hans', Jo
Age: 27
Birthday: November 5th, 1988
Nationality: German
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Current Residence: Bayern-Kaserne, Munich, Germany
Gender: Male
Job: Heer Bundeswehr - Hauptgefreiter (German Army)

Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 192 lbs
Build: Muscular, Mesomorphic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald head, thin blonde beard.
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Collection of smaller scars along his left thigh, and the side of his torso, along with a few along his left hand and forearm.
Personal Style: Joel doesn't care much for fashion, his usual dress tending to be based far more on practicality and comfort than anything else. Generally he'll wear little more than a pair of jeans, shirts in various shades of grey, black and green. The one piece of clothing he's usually seen wearing is a military-style jacket, but other than that he wears nothing which indicates his career. Obviously, Joel doesn't do anything with his hair, as he doesn't really have any - though he keeps his beard trimmed very close to his face, looking after what little hair he does have.

He doesn't have any tattoos, and views the idea of them as unseemly - however he doesn't particularly have an issue with anyone getting them. He generally takes good care of his skin to keep it as clear as he is able, but doesn't make much of an effort to cover the scars which dot the left side of his body, for the most part - they aren't particularly visible under his clothing anyway. All-in-all, Joel is a fairly attractive man, with defined features and a build pointing to a relatively healthy lifestyle filled with exercise and proper eating.

Psychology

Humorous * Professional * Organized * Headstrong

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: When Joel puts his mind toward something, he's generally remarkably driven to reach whatever goal he's set before him. While on the outside Joel is an approachable, friendly and generally comedic character, he is also remarkably professional, and holds his appearance - especially to those he doesn't know - as one of his highest priorities. He regularly makes an effort to keep any area he's in as neat and tidy as he is able, and always cleans up after himself - even when assistance is offered. There has been many a time when hotel staff have come to Joel's room to find the sheets already ironed and the bed made perfectly.

Joel has always had an attitude that necessity comes before pleasure, and as a result, he's never particularly held a focus or too strong of a desire to seek out any sort of romantic attachment. Primarily, his focus throughout his schooling was on his education, as was the case through his BSc, and during his time in the military, his focus has been on that career. As a result, most of his 'relationships' have been little more than a few one night stands.

Joel has a habit of getting along with anyone and everyone - he's met a lot of different sorts of people in the military, from snobs, to jokers, to general idiots - and he generally can find a way to get on with any of them. He's generally approachable, and often making jokes himself of any kind.
Habits: Taking apart objects and putting them back together, this goes for just about anything, from pens to computers, to car engines and weapons. Also has a regular twitch in his left arm, particularly when he is agitated, he tends to end up picking at his scars when doing this.
Hobbies: Studying Physics, Smoking, Boxing/Martial Arts
Fears:

• Loud, Sudden Noises (Fireworks/Explosive noises)
• Isolation
• Heights
• Retirement

Likes:

• Jazz Music
• Astronomy
• Old Movies
• Spicy Food
• Coffee
• Strategy Games
• Sarcasm and Dry Wit
• Boxing

Dislikes:

• Disco Music
• Astrology
• Horror Movies
• Sweet Food
• Vodka, Bourbon, Other Spirits
• Puzzle Games
• Tennis
• Hot Weather

History

A Memory: His ears were ringing, the dust and sand which had been sent high into the air was distorting his vision further than the thunderous noise and the force throwing him into the compound wall. He'd dropped his rifle, and for a while Joel just sat on the ground, the sharp stinging along the left of his body growing in intensity as he began to notice the blood. His arm was in plain view as his sleeve had been torn apart, and as the Sanitäter approached him, he looked back to where the source of the noise had been - But where was Alex?
History: Joel was born in Munich, Bavaria to Jacob and Erika Grau, a Botanist and a Lawyer. His childhood was simple and happy, with very little drama at any point. Joel was a hard worker, and a good child, the oldest, as a pair of siblings, a sister and a brother, would follow in a few years. He got along well with his siblings, and learned well from his parents example, avoiding trouble whenever it arose, and dedicating himself to his studies, and to the goal of giving his parents something to be proud of. He learned English at a young age from his mother, and took up French in high school out of interest. Throughout his schooling career, Joel showed a keen interest in science, encouraged by his father - and went on to pursue a degree in Physics at the University of Munich.

It was while he was in University that Joel began to pay more and more attention to world affairs, particularly taking an interest in the growing unrest and conflict in Afghanistan and Iraq - particularly his countries involvement in it. Personally viewing great worth in the involvement, Joel made a few visits to Bundeswehr recruiting offices during the first years of his degree, and eventually decided he would enlist - receiving a scholarship from the Bundeswehr to finish his degree before he enlisted properly. Eventually graduating with honours, Joel trained to become an explosives technician in the German Army, and after a year and a half of military work in Munich, he was deployed to Afghanistan.

Joel's first deployment went mostly without incident, he saw only a little combat, and experienced only one casualty in his unit during his time there. His second deployment, two years later, was far less quiet. By that time, the danger had increased significantly, and he saw far more combat as a result. Joel was eventually wounded in a landmine explosion, in which a good friend - Alex Shultz, was killed. Shultz was treated for his injuries and remained for the rest of his deployment. Interviewed by Psychiatrists on his return home, it was established that, while Joel did not suffer from PTSD of any major form, he was not capable to remain in his role, and he was transferred to general infantry. Joel returned for one more tour in Afghanistan, and currently he serves as a member of PzGrenBtl 561 in Munich.

Extras

Character Quote: “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
Theme Song: David Bowie - Life On Mars
Anything Else:

• Joel has a Bachelor of Science in Astrophysics
• As well as being a native German-speaker, Joel is fluent in both English and French.
• Joel has also never had an official, serious relationship with a woman before, his previous ones being little more than occasional sexual encounters.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Sigil

Only after reading that twice did I notice 'Vigo the Destroyer' and I laughed so hard I almost spat my coffee out.

~*The Orient Express*~

Joel Grau

Joel Grau

Character Summary

Name: Joel Günther Grau
Aliases: 'Hans', Jo
Age: 27
Birthday: November 5th, 1988
Nationality: German
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Current Residence: Bayern-Kaserne, Munich, Germany
Gender: Male
Job: Heer Bundeswehr - Hauptgefreiter (German Army)

Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 192 lbs
Build: Muscular, Mesomorphic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald head, thin blonde beard.
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Collection of smaller scars along his left thigh, and the side of his torso, along with a few along his left hand and forearm.
Personal Style: Joel doesn't care much for fashion, his usual dress tending to be based far more on practicality and comfort than anything else. Generally he'll wear little more than a pair of jeans, shirts in various shades of grey, black and green. The one piece of clothing he's usually seen wearing is a military-style jacket, but other than that he wears nothing which indicates his career. Obviously, Joel doesn't do anything with his hair, as he doesn't really have any - though he keeps his beard trimmed very close to his face, looking after what little hair he does have.

He doesn't have any tattoos, and views the idea of them as unseemly - however he doesn't particularly have an issue with anyone getting them. He generally takes good care of his skin to keep it as clear as he is able, but doesn't make much of an effort to cover the scars which dot the left side of his body, for the most part - they aren't particularly visible under his clothing anyway. All-in-all, Joel is a fairly attractive man, with defined features and a build pointing to a relatively healthy lifestyle filled with exercise and proper eating.

Psychology

Humorous * Professional * Organized * Headstrong

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: When Joel puts his mind toward something, he's generally remarkably driven to reach whatever goal he's set before him. While on the outside Joel is an approachable, friendly and generally comedic character, he is also remarkably professional, and holds his appearance - especially to those he doesn't know - as one of his highest priorities. He regularly makes an effort to keep any area he's in as neat and tidy as he is able, and always cleans up after himself - even when assistance is offered. There has been many a time when hotel staff have come to Joel's room to find the sheets already ironed and the bed made perfectly.

Joel has always had an attitude that necessity comes before pleasure, and as a result, he's never particularly held a focus or too strong of a desire to seek out any sort of romantic attachment. Primarily, his focus throughout his schooling was on his education, as was the case through his BSc, and during his time in the military, his focus has been on that career. As a result, most of his 'relationships' have been little more than a few one night stands.

Joel has a habit of getting along with anyone and everyone - he's met a lot of different sorts of people in the military, from snobs, to jokers, to general idiots - and he generally can find a way to get on with any of them. He's generally approachable, and often making jokes himself of any kind.
Habits: Taking apart objects and putting them back together, this goes for just about anything, from pens to computers, to car engines and weapons. Also has a regular twitch in his left arm, particularly when he is agitated, he tends to end up picking at his scars when doing this.
Hobbies: Studying Physics, Smoking, Boxing/Martial Arts
Fears:

• Loud, Sudden Noises (Fireworks/Explosive noises)
• Isolation
• Heights
• Retirement

Likes:

• Jazz Music
• Astronomy
• Old Movies
• Spicy Food
• Coffee
• Strategy Games
• Sarcasm and Dry Wit
• Boxing

Dislikes:

• Disco Music
• Astrology
• Horror Movies
• Sweet Food
• Vodka, Bourbon, Other Spirits
• Puzzle Games
• Tennis
• Hot Weather

History

A Memory: His ears were ringing, the dust and sand which had been sent high into the air was distorting his vision further than the thunderous noise and the force throwing him into the compound wall. He'd dropped his rifle, and for a while Joel just sat on the ground, the sharp stinging along the left of his body growing in intensity as he began to notice the blood. His arm was in plain view as his sleeve had been torn apart, and as the Sanitäter approached him, he looked back to where the source of the noise had been - But where was Alex?
History: Joel was born in Munich, Bavaria to Jacob and Erika Grau, a Botanist and a Lawyer. His childhood was simple and happy, with very little drama at any point. Joel was a hard worker, and a good child, the oldest, as a pair of siblings, a sister and a brother, would follow in a few years. He got along well with his siblings, and learned well from his parents example, avoiding trouble whenever it arose, and dedicating himself to his studies, and to the goal of giving his parents something to be proud of. He learned English at a young age from his mother, and took up French in high school out of interest. Throughout his schooling career, Joel showed a keen interest in science, encouraged by his father - and went on to pursue a degree in Physics at the University of Munich.

It was while he was in University that Joel began to pay more and more attention to world affairs, particularly taking an interest in the growing unrest and conflict in Afghanistan and Iraq - particularly his countries involvement in it. Personally viewing great worth in the involvement, Joel made a few visits to Bundeswehr recruiting offices during the first years of his degree, and eventually decided he would enlist - receiving a scholarship from the Bundeswehr to finish his degree before he enlisted properly. Eventually graduating with honours, Joel trained to become an explosives technician in the German Army, and after a year and a half of military work in Munich, he was deployed to Afghanistan.

Joel's first deployment went mostly without incident, he saw only a little combat, and experienced only one casualty in his unit during his time there. His second deployment, two years later, was far less quiet. By that time, the danger had increased significantly, and he saw far more combat as a result. Joel was eventually wounded in a landmine explosion, in which a good friend - Alex Shultz, was killed. Shultz was treated for his injuries and remained for the rest of his deployment. Interviewed by Psychiatrists on his return home, it was established that, while Joel did not suffer from PTSD of any major form, he was not capable to remain in his role, and he was transferred to general infantry. Joel returned for one more tour in Afghanistan, and currently he serves as a member of PzGrenBtl 561 in Munich.

Extras

Character Quote: “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
Theme Song: David Bowie - Life On Mars
Anything Else:

• Joel has a Bachelor of Science in Astrophysics
• As well as being a native German-speaker, Joel is fluent in both English and French.
• Joel has also never had an official, serious relationship with a woman before, his previous ones being little more than occasional sexual encounters.

This looks like it'll be pretty good - should be finishing this and updating it throughout the day!

Edit: Alright, should be done for now!

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lucan Cauldwell

Location: Stockades
Interacting With: Kyra, Guards by the Jail, Ash, Lob, Sundos, Marcus

Lucan kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, remaining as quiet and in-the-background as he was able as both Marcus and Kyra began to trade threats between each of them. The second there was a mention of arresting, Lucan had intended to leave, but as Kyra let out that all-too-encompassing 'us', he knew he'd been dragged into the situation too far to just shy away. Drawing his sword properly, he didn't seem to particularly care for the Cleric's peacekeeping. If it worked for the guards, it would be fine enough - but he didn't think there was much use for words alone at this point.

Lob - as Lucan was fairly certain by this point was the half-orc's name - was up and about properly now, and while usually he'd have been somewhat concerned himself simply from the fact the large uh... Man? Could probably crush his head like an egg, he figured provided he stayed on the side that was letting him free, he'd have no real cause for concern. Lucan didn't pay much attention to the discussion between Kyra and Lob, something about 'spirit-sisters' and what-not, he kept his focus on Marcus and the two guards, almost testing them to make a move.

Marcus went to do so, and Lucan shifted his blade in his hand, but before he himself could do anything - there was a bow strung and an arrow poised at the man's head. Hearing Marcus' 'agreement' to them releasing Lob was not a particular point of celebration for Lucan - despite his not really doing anything, he was now in the Constable's bad books, and it would make avoiding his tail that much harder, if Marcus was particularly interested in screwing him over for this.

Sliding his blade back into its sheathe with a rasping sound of metal, he'd keep his hand on the hilt as Kyra directed those around him, not hearing his own name among those mentioned, he figured he'd remain - both to assist Kyra if she needed any help with the constable and his guards - though he doubted it - and due to the fact his initial intention had simply been to speak to her.