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Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

*pats back awkwardly* am I meant to be a northerner?

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Otherwise I'd cry

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Hope I'm considered.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Name: Delta Koronii
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Alignment: North
Class: Krolja
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 130kg
Appearance: 

Personality: He is a simple person bit not a stupid one, he has all his wits about him and will not hesitate to show them. He generally falls in line and does what he is told but as a warrior of a mercenary clan -and a vehement follower of Vemundr-  when he gets passionate he would break any rule and any order to fulfill his passion. He is a quiet person, usually deep in thought or fighting but he is a good listener and gives good advice. However he is a very serious person -most times- and handles things to an accurate degree of appropriacy. 
History: He was brought up in the southern regions of the northern empire as a farm hand on his parent's plot. He had three siblings his younger brother Maximus, his older brother Leopold and his younger sister Tatiana. However one day his parents died of an illness, water lung. They drowned in there own fluid in their sleep. After that Maximus joined the army and Delta stayed to look after Tatiana who was looking after Leopold (the mentally retarded oldest child), after a few months of living off what was left to them by their parents and what little Maximus could afford to send, they were in desperate need for money, so Delta did left to make some, not by joining the army -it didn't earn enough. He became a mercenary.
Signature weapon: 
Two Short swords.

Family: Mother (died of sickness), Father (died of sickness), Brother Maximus (joined army), Brother Leopold (mentally retarded), Sister Tatiana (looking after Leopold).
Desired Occupation:

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Hunger, silence and hunger, broken occasionally by the rumbling of their stomach. Simon was falling asleep and Hugo was sitting at the desk, drumming his fingers on the work station. They've spent 3 days locked up in the work room, starving themselves and drinking water from a leaky fire sprinkler, prospects were not looking good if they remained and Hugo knew it. Simon fell asleep, Hugo could tell because the part of the brain that Simon controlled was inactive.
'Finally.' thought Hugo as he got up and started to take down the barricade, pulling the shelves away from the heavy blast door, which in hindsight could have faired fine without the blockade, he was about to open the door when he instead reached for the fire hose box and smashed it open, from inside it he pulled out the fire axe. Hugo creaked the door open and looked through the gap nothing but dark, stale aired hallways, he slipped through and crept down the corridor as silent as a very silent thing until he reached the main foyer of the museum. It was a large domed area, columns soaring from the floor to the ceiling, holding up the roof, large French windows shut now once let in light where now only the sky light in the dome brought any in. Hugo slipped through the inky grayness and across the marble floor of the foyer, stopping beneath the skylight to feel the dim light of the moon on him. He continued to slip through the halls, all the artifacts once on display now shut behind large blast shutters, preserving them from the outside.
It lay infront of him, a stand, the consetions stand. It was a bland cart but the hunger in Hugo's stomach told him different, he stole across the marble floor towards it the shadow of dinosaur skeletons cast over the ground. He opened the side door and was amazed, box upon box of twinkies and oreos and other assorted snack foods. He crammed them onto a rolly cart and proceeded to push the cart back towards the book room. 
He stopped dead in his tracks, he heard a moan. He began to push the trollie faster as shuffling came from behind him accompanied by a cacophony of moaning. The heavy cart was not moving fast enough and they were getting closer.
'I could fight them' he thought but decided against when turned around to see half a dozen of the rotting shamblers. With reluctance to grabbed as much food as he could and ran back to the book room, sealing the bolt, himself and the food into the dusty room. 
"You reckless, Jackass." said Simon simply with a yawn.

Battle of Stalingrad

The river Volga clashed with the bow of the small commandered fishing vessel, the spray of the river pelting Bogdan's face, smelling of grit and smoke. Germen dive bombers whizzed over head taking out the odd troop transport. Bogdan smiled and puffed another cloud of cigarette smoke from the corner of his mouth and proceeded to the stern of the small vessel, wading through a sea of young inexperienced soldiers. A bomb went off near by rocking the boat and sending some of the troops over board, pistol shots rang out from the guns of the unit leaders killing the over board warriors, the infection from the water would kill them they claim bit everyone knows they are not bothered to pull them back up.
Thud.
"Disembark!" roared the unit leaders in unison, the soldiers did as they were commanded and boots hit the shattered concrete of the pier, Bogdan walked off casually stubbing his cigarette on the coat of a comissar with out him noticing making Bogdan smirk, he popped the remains of the cigarette in his mouth and chewed it, looking up into the gray smokey sky all he could think to himself was "Welcome to Stalingrad."

Battle of Stalingrad

Side: USSR
Name: Demitri Rokosov
Age: 31
Appearance:

Picture

Class: Nagrevatel (heater)
Equipment: ROKS-2 flamethrower, a TT pistol and a secret bottle of vodka [;)]
Rank: Private
Reason to fight: Boredom
Bio: a steel factory worker at first he joined the army in a flash when he heard it was mandatory, he went through a fast training course and was dumped in Sevastopol as flamethrower troop, after it was lost he was recommissioned to fight in stalingrad clearing out buildings and foxholes, however in all this time he made many friends and mostly by being a good singer and having alcohol close at hand.

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

Hello

Battle of Stalingrad

When will the ICs start and how will they?

Dead County: Survivalist Horror RPG

I changed my first post because it doesn't fit the thing.