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In Empire of the Clouds → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Private Aden Robertson

It struck Aden as he sketched the profile of a few of his shipmates. He had finished the visage of Arkadios as Aden remembered him from the armory; stern and imposing. The outline of Carter as he helmed the airship; the drawing comparable to that of a captain bracing against raging seas. It was as he outlined the frames of Zoe, face pulled into a grin as she teased Carter, that it came to him.

' I survived. I survived. I made it back from the mountains. '

His sketching stopped abruptly. The line becoming misshapen and darker as the sniper pulled back his pencil. His abbreviated two week journal entry was a few pages back; it did little to show the experiences he had went through.

Aden realized his breathing was becoming shakier as he remembered the first hours of the war. The scramble to the front. His best friend; Lucius, taking a bullet in the initial scramble for cover. The first shot in anger he ever took. How it missed the fresh faced kid who's only crime had been to wear the wrong uniform. Scraping away at rocks and loose dirt with desperation as mortars fell on him as the kid he missed reported the sniper.

The marks of day still evident on his hands; thin, angry red scars still showing the after effects of his adrenaline fueled panic. They shook still.

His mind still om that day. The young Calarian soldier picking his head up cautiously and how it filled his crosshair. The distance making it seem so much smaller; the pain of his bleeding fingers as he pulled the trigger again. The distant clang of metal on metal, a helmet flying off and a brief spurt of red. The face falling out of a view and a cry of grief. Aden had moved on by the point the mortars fell again; but that face stayed in his mind.

Had he killed someone's friend? Brother? Would he remember them all?

Then he killed his second, third and fourth man two hours later. His fifth and sixth came five hours after that. Aden realized then that it never became easier to do it. Just to forget it.

He had no idea how many he had by the time he had escaped onto this airship. But here he was now. Sipping coffee and sketching away as he helped steal gold from a nation that he had chosen to fight for. Just so he could go back to fighting for an army that had left him behidn in a doomed city.

"Gods above I'm a mess." He said aloud to the bridge. Not really caring who heard it.
In Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theo Rautenbach

The previous night might have yielded no more then a body but Theo had not been discouraged. As odd as the evening had turned out to be there was a rather mysterious air to the whole affair. Something more captivating then his previous terror filled days of militia work. It was like something out of a paperback; one of his few pleasures in the trenches.

So he had returned to the Nightwatchmen the next day; his ill fitting suit exchanged for work pants and a patched grey coat. His Luger still sat nestled in his armpit but his knife had been added to the back of his waistband. Lightly armed perhaps compared to his old days on the Western Front; but he couldn't carry around his MP-18 or the massive trench busting Artillery Luger he had used in the early days as a stormtrooper.

His excitement has remained even as the others made use of their talents to try and pattern the manner of creature (or man) that they now hunted.

Wait....

"Did you say the first victim was a grave digger?" Theo stood up now; his humble breakfast of bread and jam abandoned on a back table. a stray smear of blackberry jelly clutched to the corner of his mouth. "Did he die in the middle of a job? As in digging a new grave?"
In Empire of the Clouds → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Empire of the Clouds → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Private Aden Robertson

'Maybe being a merchant wouldn't have been so bad.'

Aden had replayed that thought a decent amount of times over the last two weeks. Usually, he was hunkering in a hastily dug whole or avoiding a spray of rifle fire. At the moment it was brought on by the pillars of smoke and the steady thump of artillery that seemed to encompass all of Inbur. Gunshots from the cities outskirts had spilled over into the commercial districts; whether from partisans, the Calarian vanguard or the stubborn Inburian defenders was anyone's guess.

All Aden knew was that he was sitting at an isolated gate with his marksman's rifle as the rest of the Inburian army left. Leaving orphans like him, survivors of decimated and ravaged formations, behind to buy time for the still intact units.

Necessary but one Aden wouldn't have let happen if he had known what was going on until he had figu-

Gunshots resounded from one of the other posts. Aden turned seeing a figure sprinting from the long deserted guardhouse.

He hadn't even noticed that the kid manning the post had left. The figure was enveloped by the haze that the city seemed to have adopted with the sudden bonfire of it's buildings and materials. The scout losing sight of the intruder in the gloom.

For a split second Aden wondered why he was even bothering. Chances were he was the only man still manning his post here. If he was lucky whoever got here would accept his surrender. If he was unlucky.....

'Too late to quit now.'

He came to the conclusion as he took off after the intruder; his rifle cradled in his arms as the shape of a zeppelin came into view. The last glimpse of the intruder as they vanished from sight at the mouth of the gangplank into the aircraft's gondola. Aden's approach up the gangway was a half cautious trot with his rifle at the ready.

But as he skidded to a stop he became aware of the rather large grouping of individuals within the zeppelin. Apparently, Aden had been the only man to hold his post. Not that the loyalty was doing him any good at the moment. At least one man wore an Inburian Army uniform without the armband of the partisan/rebels.

None of them however appeared to be a military air crew. So he raised his rifle slightly as he became aware of a shotgun wielding man among the collection.

"This is the property of the Inburian military. Identify yourselves."

Which in hindsight was a stupid thing to say given the state of Inbur and the Inburian military in general. Both of which Aden had unfortunately seen degrade to their current state over the last two weeks. He gave a sigh as he lowered the rifle slightly before anyone could reply.

"Wait... Forget that....Let's....Get out of here first..."

It hurt to abandon his duty, however suicidal but he knew the difference between sacrifice and slaughter. Being the rear guard in a burning city was definitely the latter.
In Empire of the Clouds → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Terrans Couple of small changes I would like to suggest, otherwise super!

You've spoken about 'scouting, patrolling, camouflage, infiltration and advanced marksmanship.'... change that to 'scouting, patrolling and marksmanship'. Because camouflage is really in it's infancy as a concept - they know muted colours are helpful and trying to disguise artillery emplacements can help but that's about it. Infiltration hasn't been invented yet (historically this is a response to the battlefield conditions of WWI... which is just kicking off in this world) and marksmanship is also pretty basic... that being said snipers do exist. So all good with the general concept!

Can I also recommend you change the name of the 'Scout-Trackers' to an Alpine Regiment? Just gives that early 20th century feel... and it fits with the terrain!


It has been changed.

I will now post before I disappear....
In Empire of the Clouds → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




In Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theo

The body was a sight. Not in gruesomeness, artillery shells and grenades mad macabre messes of humans. Bit rather in the bites that marred the woman's skin. Her face was pale and eyes wide with terror and death. Theo found he couldn't meet here gaze; instead he lowered his Luger so it hung loosely by his side. As the others crowded around the woman he instead he squatted and lowered his eyes to the grass.

The group's arrival had disturbed the ground and Theo was hardly a tracker. But he was a subject matter on death and the blood that dotted the ground was discernable in the fading gloom of the group's light sources.

Theo took a lantern and swung it lazily over the dirt; the pool of dried blood easy to see but blood had a habit of..... He found what he was looking for.

"Look.." He spoke with a low, cautious voice. Eyeing the edge of darkness just after the circle of light from the lantern. A few speckles of dark dried crimson winded their way into the gloom; growing wider before disappearing deeper into the fading light. "Blood trail. Whatever took a bite from her doesn't stop to wipe off the gore. It leaves that way."
In Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Character Description

Name: Theodosius "Theo" Rautenbach
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nationality: German
Appearance: A large shouldered man; Theo looks the part of the stereotypical burly German at a muscular 1.9 meters. Light brown hair in a overgrown crew cut helps hide the shrapnel scars that mar the left side of his temple. He possesses stormy grey eyes that are sit underneath thick eyebrows that seem dull but with a hint of intelligence within. His left hand is missing his ring and little finger at the first knuckles. [/hider]
Personal Effects: A few changes of clothing, An Iron Cross (2nd Class), Luger P-08, Trench Knife, and a personal journal.

Background:

What is your jobFormer Unteroffizier of the Imperial German Army; Militiamen
Backstory: A product of the Ruhr Valley; Theodosius Rautenbach was born the first child of five to a coal miner father and a school teacher mother. His young days were spent running lunch's from his childhood village to the mineshaft his father and uncles worked in. While never having left the valley proper; Theo didn't see much of a future outside the family businesses of mining. A mine collapse in 1910 however, took his father's legs and the lives of two uncles along with fourteen other miners. Despite being only a teen, Theo knew he had to help contribute to his family's situation and so he began to travel. Taking odd jobs and hopping trains; sending money back as he followed the jobs first across the valley; and then Germany.

An exciting and frightening journey for a young man but one he enjoyed. Soaking in the experiences and sights of the lands beyond hos hometown. So it was a adventurous and independent seventeen year old man the Army recruiters found when war was declared in 1914. The promise of steady pay and a patriotic fervor were all Theo needed to sign up.

Theo found quickly that the poster's and promises of the recruiting halls were a stark contrast from the trenches he found himself in. Made a machine gunner by virtue of his large size; Theo quickly found a distaste for the job. Not only because of the return fire and attention his gun brought but the carnage he had brought onto the field. Bogged down in Flanders; Theo's nightmares were filled with mud and twisted corpses as his waking moments were lit by the muzzle flashes of his Spandau.

He escaped Flanders in 1917 after a mortar round landed short. Ripping off his helmet and giving him a concussion serious enough to be transferred to the rear to recover. Upon recovering after a month in a field hospital; he was hastily bundled into a replacement unit slated to reinforce a new concept; the Stormtroopers. His new unit was stood up in time for the German's last counteroffensive in the spring. It was here that Theo earned an Iron Cross; taking a Canadian mortar section with only a pistol and knife despite being bayoneted in the attempt. A grenade however wounded him severely enough to be pulled out of the front; losing two fingers in the process. Infection nearly killed him; and it was in a Red Cross hospital that he heard of the war's end.

The inter-war period was a rough time for Theo. His previous existence of nomadic worker was untenable given Germany's current state. As a former soldier he was viewed as no better then the mobs of his former comrades that roamed the streets and roads; little more then bandits in tattered uniforms. However, his view of this militia was shared by several comrades; with Germany's military in shambles. They all but welcomed the government friendly militia's that battled the various anti-Weimar groups that embroiled the nation.

The irony of going from a war to a civil war was not lost on Theo. However, the somber man just saw it as a price his generation had to pay for the next one. Their generation of war would lead to a generation of peace...hopefully. It was this oddly optimistic, and yet cynical, man that found himself in Munich in 1923. One of his old captains had pressed a note in his hand and said; "They need dependable men like you my boy."

So here he was. A borrowed suit and his few worldly possessions the only showing of his time with the army and the militias.

In Wild Beasts of the Earth (Gothic Horror) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Character Description

Name: Theodosius "Theo" Rautenbach
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nationality: German
Appearance: A large shouldered man; Theo looks the part of the stereotypical burly German at a muscular 1.9 meters. Light brown hair in a overgrown crew cut helps hide the shrapnel scars that mar the left side of his temple. He possesses stormy grey eyes that are sit underneath thick eyebrows that seem dull but with a hint of intelligence within. His left hand is missing his ring and little finger at the first knuckles. [/hider]
Personal Effects: A few changes of clothing, An Iron Cross (2nd Class), Luger P-08, Trench Knife, and a personal journal.

Background:

What is your jobFormer Unteroffizier of the Imperial German Army; Militiamen
Backstory: A product of the Ruhr Valley; Theodosius Rautenbach was born the first child of five to a coal miner father and a school teacher mother. His young days were spent running lunch's from his childhood village to the mineshaft his father and uncles worked in. While never having left the valley proper; Theo didn't see much of a future outside the family businesses of mining. A mine collapse in 1910 however, took his father's legs and the lives of two uncles along with fourteen other miners. Despite being only a teen, Theo knew he had to help contribute to his family's situation and so he began to travel. Taking odd jobs and hopping trains; sending money back as he followed the jobs first across the valley; and then Germany.

An exciting and frightening journey for a young man but one he enjoyed. Soaking in the experiences and sights of the lands beyond hos hometown. So it was a adventurous and independent seventeen year old man the Army recruiters found when war was declared in 1914. The promise of steady pay and a patriotic fervor were all Theo needed to sign up.

Theo found quickly that the poster's and promises of the recruiting halls were a stark contrast from the trenches he found himself in. Made a machine gunner by virtue of his large size; Theo quickly found a distaste for the job. Not only because of the return fire and attention his gun brought but the carnage he had brought onto the field. Bogged down in Flanders; Theo's nightmares were filled with mud and twisted corpses as his waking moments were lit by the muzzle flashes of his Spandau.

He escaped Flanders in 1917 after a mortar round landed short. Ripping off his helmet and giving him a concussion serious enough to be transferred to the rear to recover. Upon recovering after a month in a field hospital; he was hastily bundled into a replacement unit slated to reinforce a new concept; the Stormtroopers. His new unit was stood up in time for the German's last counteroffensive in the spring. It was here that Theo earned an Iron Cross; taking a Canadian mortar section with only a pistol and knife despite being bayoneted in the attempt. A grenade however wounded him severely enough to be pulled out of the front; losing two fingers in the process. Infection nearly killed him; and it was in a Red Cross hospital that he heard of the war's end.

The inter-war period was a rough time for Theo. His previous existence of nomadic worker was untenable given Germany's current state. As a former soldier he was viewed as no better then the mobs of his former comrades that roamed the streets and roads; little more then bandits in tattered uniforms. However, his view of this militia was shared by several comrades; with Germany's military in shambles. They all but welcomed the government friendly militia's that battled the various anti-Wiemaer groups that embroiled the nation.

The irony of going from a war to a civil war was not lost on Theo. However, the somber man just saw it as a price his generation had to pay for the next one. Their generation of war would lead to a generation of peace...hopefully. It was this oddly optimistic, and yet cynical, man that found himself in Munich in 1923. One of his old captains had pressed a note in his hand and said; "They need dependable men like you my boy."

So here he was. A borrowed suit and his few worldly possessions the only showing of his time with the army and the militias.
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