Razqua

The White Gloves

Samuel Walters
Walters and his men were in a Swiss bar celebrating their new contract. It was a marked improvement over the sand traps in the middle east they were used to working in. Not to mention the UN was paying top dollar. Samuel celebrated by sitting at the bar and sipping at a martini. He was careful to not drink enough to get drunk. He had a strong distaste for mind alteration. The idea of not being completely in control of his own mental faculties was is one of his greatest fears. Still given the celebration he figured it would be acceptable to get a little buzzed. His men certainly took no such caution. Walters heard the loud noises of the parting behind him. He overheard one of his drunkard men trying to sweet talk one of the female bartenders. "That's right babe! It's my job to protect you from the scary monsters!"
Walters laughed at the comment and yelled over. "Reggie you dumb ass. You'd shit your pants if you saw a kaiju up close." It was then that his radio went off. It was Van Eyck. Samuel radioed back. "Keep your pants! I'm coming!" Walters spoke up to all his men in the bar. "Time to sober up boys! We got a job to do! Gerolf get everyone prepped for travel. I'm off to the briefing."
It was a short drive over to base. Samuel walked into the briefing room and took a chair and sat backwards in it leaning his arms against the backrest. He then lit up a cigaret and took a puff. Then he spoke up. "So what's the situation? My men are mobilizing as we speak."

Gerolf Schults
Samuel left the bar with the order for Gerolf to mobilize the men. Schults was more than a little annoyed with this order. He had been the one to strongly caution against everyone going out to drink when he knew they could receive orders at any minute. Still Commander Walters felt the company deserved to celebrate. Now he was the one left to deal with the aftermath of the commander's bad decision. At least he had stayed sober himself. It took a good half hour for Gerolf to convince everyone to head back to base. Reggie was especially drunk and thought he had a chance with the bar tender. Gerolf had to point a pistol at his head to get him to leave.
Eventually Gerolf managed to get everyone back to base. Luckily not everyone had left to go to the bar. There were still a few sober people who could help him keep everyone organized. Gerolf hoped that wherever they were going it was a gonna be a long trip to get there so at least most of the men could sober up. Now that everyone was ready to be transported Gerolf decided he wanted to hear first hand what was going to be going on with the deployment. He began to walk up to the briefing room.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

So I was just sent a pm telling me I am now co-gm. So anyone who hasn't yet please post in the IC and get your character outside so we can begin the tests.

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Could we get the IC up today. Ive really been itching to get started.
Edit: I feel the need to point out that Silver Talon does have a vague ranking structure but it very much lacks the order and strictness of an actual military. Basically it has a commander who runs the whole operation and officers who keep other sub parts of the group in order. Other than that though it would mostly be unspoken ranks based on how much members respect each other. So a guy who just joined up wouldn't be very high up in the pecking order but someone who had been around for a long time and proved himself certainly would be.

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Honestly I'm sure if the gm had a problem with it he would tell me. In regards to what Silver Talon specializes in it's not really something I thought much about. Probably ground combat as the way I wrote them is they normally offered support to one side or another in conflicts in unstable parts of the world. Although while they would mainly operate on land they do have air based vehicles and air combat specialists. Though as far as sea goes I don't think they would have any boats although I suppose if necessary they could offer air support in those situations.
P.S. Walters is my other character on the first page of the ooc. He is the leader of the company and he commands them. Hence why he's referred to as commander.

Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist. [RECRUITING]

bump

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Well he's not officially military. He's with a PMC. Also it's not a scientist cs. It's just cs for any non military characters.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

Okay good. We still got a good number of people.

The Order of Hunters: Tales of Fort Raven's peek

So it's been a while since the gm went on hiatus. I feel the need to check who's still here. So if you still follow this thread and are part of the rp please say so. I need to know this isn't dead.

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Just to let people know if they want to I give full permission to create characters who are part of Silver Talon. I think it would be pretty cool if they played a major role in the rp.

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Name: Gerolf Schults

Occupation: PMC officer

Nationality: German

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Alma Mater: Heidelberg University

Personality: Gerolf is the Silver Talon Company's voice of reason. A veteran of many years he keeps level headed in situations. He see's the company as his family and will do whatever it takes to defend them including killing and dying. Still he sympathizes with people and often has strong moral objections to certain actions.

Brief Bio: Gerolfs parents were holocaust survivors. Some of the few who chose to remain in Germany after World War 2.The Schults family was a large one. Gerolf had two older sisters and a younger brother. Many people despised his family. Even after the war many people still disliked Jews. Gerolf grew up with this discrimination. Still despite this he applied himself in school and eventually found himself studying communications and engineering in one of Germany's most prestigious universities.
Gerolf often received death threats and warnings to drop out of the college. He never took any of them seriously. At least he never did until he finally graduated. When he returned home he found his entire family dead with a swastika drawn on the wall. Gerolf couldn't believe what he had seen. What's worse was he knew who did it or at least he had a good idea.
There was a local underground group of Neo-Nazis in Gerolf's home town. He had often seen members entering and exiting an abandoned building. He knew that had to be their hideout. Using the skills he had learned in school he bugged the abandoned building. He relentlessly spied on them for weeks. Eventually it became clear who the guilty party was. Gerolf knew he would have his revenge. He bought some concealing clothing and stalked the man until he found his chance. He took a tire iron to the mans kneecaps and drowned him in a river.
Gerolf had expected some sort of healing or fulfillment would occur from avenging his family. Still he felt as empty inside as when they had died. He couldn't go on like this. Gerolf decided to leave the country. He had made sure not to leave any evidence of his murder but still he couldn't stay in the land his family had died. He had gotten word from a old high school friend of his going off to join some private military company called Silver Talon. He decided to follow his friend. After all what did he have left to lose?
Upon joining Silver Talon Gerolf definitely seemed out of place. He was a well educated man brooding with emotion hanging around a bunch of careless drunks who shot guns for money. Still over time the company and the people there grew on him. Perhaps it was the trust that was built from relying on others in a warzone. perhaps these carefree men was exactly what Gerolf needed to fill the whole in his heart. For whatever reason they became like family to him. He stayed with the company for many years. He became a well respected veteran of the company. He did oppose The Silver Talon's joining UNKRCI but Commander Walters decision was final.

Other:No Brown M&Ms. Gerolf speaks English and German. He is also trained as a tank operator.