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Ay, would have wished this was closer to LoK in the timeline. No matter.

Would a Kuvira styled proto-fascist movement in the Earth kingdom be possible? Aiming to basically centralize the state and go full Hitler on the Fire Nation because Revanchism is a thing and always makes things more interesting?
Would that fit in?

Name: Samuel H. (Henry) Wood
Age: 29
Appearance:

Height: 6ft4
Weight: 241lb

Likes:
-Cold Beer
-Home improvement & general manual labour
-Hiking
-Fun drunks
-Work Ethics
-His daughter
-Dry heat, the kind when you feel you're just about to catch fire.

Dislikes:
-Lazy workers
-Entitled people
-Shitty bosses
-Show offs
-Shitty drunks
-Being reminded he's bald
-Being reminded he's 30 soon
-He's not a bald old man, he swears!
-Humid heat, the kind when you feel you're drowning in a swamp just by existing.

Zodiac Sign: Vigro

Special Talent: Mathematics in relation to 3d geometry. He always hated school and at least mildly disliked math, but he is incredibly good at estimating length and dimensions of things and how they'll fit in reality. If he says it'll fit, it will.

Profession: Construction Foreman for a big construction firm and Union Boss within said firm.

Bio/Personality:
Jack Wood senior was a foreman in a factory and Nancy wood a secretary that quickly became a house wife, their parents also pretty much were the same thing and if the eldest of the Wood's 3 sons tried to make it big as a singer and guitar player, to see him crash and burn, becoming a small time criminal and drug addict was enough for Sam Wood to listen to his father who told him all he needed in life was to be a good worker and a straight citizen. Plus, he had always disliked school so he figured it was either a trade job or the army (which his younger brother just joined!) but went with carpentry for his choice of study, soon adding other little abilities to his quiver.

Living by the words of his father, he quickly made himself a dependable worker liked by his companions and by his boss enough to be a foreman himself, though it wasn't because he was dependable that he'd accept every silly demands made of him and got a reputation as a stand up fellow who didn't hesitate to shout and flex his muscles in the Boss's office if something that had no reason to be happened in the work place, something that got him elected as Union Boss (even if it wasn't even him who placed his name up).

In his personal life, Sam married his highschool sweat heart the moment he had a stable job and was a young dad at 21, a daughter named Catherine. The life of a happily married father was not to last however, his wife was a nurse, too independent a woman to just settle down as a housewife. Sam didn't mind as he loved her for her character, but slowly they grew distant due to her always random work hours, the hospital calling her in always at the worst time. Want it or not, Cath got in the way of them enjoying intimate moments in the time they had as well. During an especially rough patch, they didn't see each other almost for a month as she worked nights and he did an insane amount of overtime. She said it wouldn't work but that had been kind of obvious for a while now. They left in good term and Sam kept the house (he had pretty much built it himself anyways) though his ex kept Cath. Still, he sees her regularly and his ex is actually often happy to leave the girl in Sam's hands as a free babysitter.

And so, with this baggage Samuel tries to look forward in life and fill in all the free time he has now that he doesn't have everyday family stuff to do, his coworkers trying to get him out more.

Your character's favorite song

Tell us about yourself:

*What part of the world are you from?: French Canada
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Oh boy. 6 or 7 years?
*How often do you have time to post? That wildly varries.
September 1939, Bogota, Colombia.

El Espectador


Brave Colombian soldiers in their german-styled gear in position in Tarija to face Argentinian invaders.


Alfredo Baldomir Ferrari, president of Uruguay had always been an ambitious person with grand ideas. It is no surprise then that he eagerly accepted the offer of aging Maximilian Bolivar, president of Colombia, to back up any actions taken against Argentina as to reclaim lost land from a previous century. This had a similar effect as Germany's guarantee to support Austria before ww1 and encourage him to act as recklessly as possible. Troops and almost the entirety of Columbia's air force were thus sent by sea to Uruguay. To onlookers the idea was simple and brilliant: Uruguay was far closer to Argentina's capital than the district of Bolivia on Argentina's border, thus Colombia could insure the war would be fought on Buenos Aires's door step. Only, Colombia had an other idea.

At the Villamontes airbase, daring Paracaidista divisions led by Simon Bolivar, son of the president and known dare devil, were embarking aboard the transport flottilla of planes at the disposition of the Republic in order to execute the true plan. These soldiers would drop behind enemy line to cut off the defensive force of the Argentinians, who expected only minor fighting on this front at the moment, so they could be overrun and in only a couple of days have the Colombian mechanized presidential guard cross to Salta, the north most Argentinian crossroad. From then on they could move unopposed to Cordoba supported by more paradrops deep within enemy territories themselves protected by their redeployed airforce and their aim would become evident: The encirclement and entire destruction of the main Argentinian army fighting in Uruguay. The forces Colombia had sent there were indeed just a bait, to attract and tie up Argentina's resources while the navy skirmishes with the Argentinians, aiming to limit their loses and keep the enemy busy rather than do real damages.

The challenge had been given by Simon Bolivar to the troops under his command: March in Buenos Aires before the Germans march in Warsaw.

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In other news, perhaps as an attempt to disguise the seriousness of the war, President Bolivar invites the armament companies of the world to compete next month in Bogota as the republic wishes to upgrade its FIGHTER PLANES and TANKS to new models.

He especially welcomes any entry by the Germans, Japanese, French and American companies that are currently investing in Colombia.

As the country is now in an official state of war, the president as declared the state of emergency and reactivated reservists to receive further training as well as began mobilizing the industry.

The national medias, controlled by the state, have begun... 'tempering the truth' a little, the war thus being presented as an hostile act from Argentina on Uruguay and Colombia just maintaining the peace, Colombian diplomatic services will also push this narrative in foreign media and governments the best they can.
Gran Columbia





Population: 41m

Military: 290,000 Regulars. 350,000 Draftees. 2,200,000 Reserves.

The military is composed of a core of professional volunteer soldiers suplemented by conscripts from a 2 year draft, likewise it has numerous personal it can mobilize in times of war. The combat value of the conscripts however is debatable as their equipment and moral is often lacking. The regulars are well trained and equipped by foreign nations (Discount post ww1 german drill masters mostly.)

-90,000 Paratroopers: Getting dropped in the middle of nowhere to crawl through miles of jungle and climb a few mountains to assault a well fortified garrison. Paracaidista do all that and more. There is something about jumping out of a plane that gives men brass balls and a sense of camaraderie allowing for superior moral and cohesion. The vast and empty lands of Columbia are a guerilla fighter's paradise and so the central government has become fan of paratroopers: Cheap to equip compared to costly mechanized units and much quicker to deploy around in provinces with low intrastructures. Paracaidistis are the national heroes of Gran Columbia and the elite unit people wish to join.
-128,000 Mountaineers: More or less professional soldiers, these are experienced locals from all over the Andes, used by local conflicts and guerillas to fight in mountainous terrains. About a third of them are professionally trained and equipped but the rest being only tenacious self thought hunters are still very deadly for would be enemies.
-20,000 Republican Guards: The best equiped troops, under the command of the president himself, they include most motorized troops of the nation and all of its tanks.

-72 M2A3 Tanks (US Built)
-12,000 Machineguns (US Licensed designs)
-1,800,000 Small Arms (Mix of Licensed US designs and surplus ww1 British stock)
-200 Artillery pieces (British Licensed design)
-125 Mountain Guns (Austrian Design)
-100 Infantry Guns (French Licensed design)

-Battleship Columbia (British Built, pre dreadnought)
-Battleship Venezuela (US Built)
-Battleship Ecuador (US Built)
-Battleship Bolivar (US Design)
-1 Heavy Cruiser
-1 Battle Cruiser
-6 Light Cruisers
-21 Destroyers
-5 Submarines
-20 Torpedo Boats
-5 Minelayers
-272 Coastal Guns

-64 Fighters (US Built)
-52 Medium Bombers
-24 Transport Planes

Ideology: Authoritarian Democrat

History:
Gran Columbia survived the test of time, not disintegrating and in fact triumphing over many of its enemies, making the dream of Bolivar a reality by making Peru and Bolivia (forcefully) join its union. The part where Columbia is the equivalent of the US in the south has yet to materialize however as the country lives in the shadow of its big brother in the north, its presidents (who alarmingly always have the same family names) praising and damning the US as is convenient for them. The new president is the young Juan José Simon de la Santísima Trinidad de Bolívar y Palacios, Simon Bolivar as he is called recalling to the greatness of his ancestor the Libertador, and he intends to give his nation the place it deserves as the sole Great Power the south of the Equator.

Technology:
-1900 to 1938: There are great inequalities around Gran Columbia in wealth and access to commodities and infrastructures. While the Great coastal cities house convenience the likes of America, there are many small villages that have never seen a car or electricity. Columbia used to be dependent from other countries for all its armament but it has slowly began to industrialize, spending great deals of resources to have the ability to produce many war commodities nationally, although it is still somewhat dependent of foreign innovations.
Gran Columbia





Population: 41m

Military: 290,000 Regulars. 350,000 Draftees. 2,200,000 Reserves.

The military is composed of a core of professional volunteer soldiers suplemented by conscripts from a 2 year draft, likewise it has numerous personal it can mobilize in times of war. The combat value of the conscripts however is debatable as their equipment and moral is often lacking. The regulars are well trained and equipped by foreign nations (Discount post ww1 german drill masters mostly.)

-90,000 Paratroopers: Getting dropped in the middle of nowhere to crawl through miles of jungle and climb a few mountains to assault a well fortified garrison. Paracaidista do all that and more. There is something about jumping out of a plane that gives men brass balls and a sense of camaraderie allowing for superior moral and cohesion. The vast and empty lands of Columbia are a guerilla fighter's paradise and so the central government has become fan of paratroopers: Cheap to equip compared to costly mechanized units and much quicker to deploy around in provinces with low intrastructures. Paracaidistis are the national heroes of Gran Columbia and the elite unit people wish to join.
-128,000 Mountaineers: More or less professional soldiers, these are experienced locals from all over the Andes, used by local conflicts and guerillas to fight in mountainous terrains. About a third of them are professionally trained and equipped but the rest being only tenacious self thought hunters are still very deadly for would be enemies.
-20,000 Republican Guards: The best equiped troops, under the command of the president himself, they include most motorized troops of the nation and all of its tanks.

-72 M2A3 Tanks (US Built)
-12,000 Machineguns (US Licensed designs)
-1,800,000 Small Arms (Mix of Licensed US designs and surplus ww1 British stock)
-200 Artillery pieces (British Licensed design)
-125 Mountain Guns (Austrian Design)
-100 Infantry Guns (French Licensed design)

-Battleship Columbia (British Built, pre dreadnought)
-Battleship Venezuela (US Built)
-Battleship Ecuador (US Built)
-Battleship Bolivar (US Design)
-1 Heavy Cruiser
-1 Battle Cruiser
-6 Light Cruisers
-21 Destroyers
-5 Submarines
-20 Torpedo Boats
-5 Minelayers
-272 Coastal Guns

-64 Fighters (US Built)
-52 Medium Bombers
-24 Transport Planes

Ideology: Authoritarian Democrat

History:
Gran Columbia survived the test of time, not disintegrating and in fact triumphing over many of its enemies, making the dream of Bolivar a reality by making Peru and Bolivia (forcefully) join its union. The part where Columbia is the equivalent of the US in the south has yet to materialize however as the country lives in the shadow of its big brother in the north, its presidents (who alarmingly always have the same family names) praising and damning the US as is convenient for them. The new president is the young Juan José Simon de la Santísima Trinidad de Bolívar y Palacios, Simon Bolivar as he is called recalling to the greatness of his ancestor the Libertador, and he intends to give his nation the place it deserves as the sole Great Power the south of the Equator.

Technology:
-1900 to 1938: There are great inequalities around Gran Columbia in wealth and access to commodities and infrastructures. While the Great coastal cities house convenience the likes of America, there are many small villages that have never seen a car or electricity. Columbia used to be dependent from other countries for all its armament but it has slowly began to industrialize, spending great deals of resources to have the ability to produce many war commodities nationally, although it is still somewhat dependent of foreign innovations.
A quick question, how much control do we have over our nation's destiny?
Oracheos, Salvid Hotel

"Please move your chin up a little." Milfano raised her scaled face for the painter as did the rest of her crew. "Like so?" The kobold painter painter muttered his approval before going back to work to immortalize the scene, brave adventurers with their spoil, a massive 2 meter tall Riglir egg. It wasn't the only thing they brought back from this dreaded expedition from which the current team in the portrait was much smaller than the original, they brought dozens of them back to be delivered to a scientist from Veridel's lair interested in this species growth and characteristics but this was by far the most impressive subject.

"I must admit though, for the 'Great Kobold Host', there doesn't seem to be much of you reptiles."

In the elegant ballroom of the hotel they were, more than just the 20 or so members of the expedition and the painter could be seen. About a hundred curious, people residing in the hotel or from around the city, were regrouped to listen to Milfano's heroics. She had a bardic talent to it and knew how to make herself interesting. Plus, its not like most of these people had anything to do for these people were mostly there waiting for a summon at the Oracle of Oracheos. Maybe a couple of them would even get one! Indeed, they were pilgrims to a holy place and the oracle was reputed to summon only those with the greatest of destinies to reveal it to them should they be in the city. A hero of legend could expect a summon the moment he entered the city while an emperor was likely to get one within the week. People hoped to be a chosen one, nobles hoping for guidance and to be more important than their status inferred. Milfano had been there for two days now and didn't really believe she could ever be summoned, though she'd still stay for a single week. Her crew needed rest anyways so, this was as good a place as any.

"Well sir, we are practical people you see. I will freely admit that there aren't much role a kobold can take an elf or human couldn't do better as adventuring often requires strength. Though it may surprise you we, despite our small cranium, aren't mentally handicapped, for the most part, and that we can also move swiftly and silently in the small holes of a cave. Small size doesn't have to be a disadvantage and I know a few dwarves who'd probably like to have a word with you if you said so!"

It was all in good humor. Perhaps others would lose their tempers but Milfano knew that it served no purpose to alienate potential clients, it was better to laugh it off. The 7 other kobolds standing still for the portrait however clenched their teeth, resisting the urge to lash out and the Elf that had insulted them.

"Now, where was I. Ah yes, when we had finally entered the lair of the dreaded monsters. Our distraction had worked and it would turn out to be at a great price but our bounty laid before us, their eggs they went through so much trouble to protect. We had little time, it wasn't even that the stupid things would notice this was a distraction no, it was the fact that millions would surge from the underground to go after said distraction and no doubt some would come across us! We had strong guys of course but the challenge... oh the challenge was this big guy. But we were ingenious, Falgrim here had a plan and-"

Milfano stopped as whispers erupted in the room. Had a king come to listen to her story? Milfano couldn't tell from her small height who it was that the assembly they were in moved to allow through until 5 tall humanoid figures in sculpted jade armor arrived before her and her group. 'Chosen', 'Hero of prophecies', 'Yuwan's favored'... The oracle was bestowing and audience and the armored figure on front lowered his finger on her. "Milfano of Nadir, daughter of Clo the Younger. The Oracle will see you!"

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Mastrixen, Her Garden

Elsewhere, another very interesting person, namely Baltazos adopted son of the Basilisk and anti-curruption special agent of said Basilisk, was assisting to a much more public event, namely the celebration of the Basilisk's engagement to Mastrix, patron goddess of Drakma and servant of Yuwan. He had never exchanged more than a couple of words with his step mother, though it was also true that he didn't talk to his 'father' much more. In his youth, he had been much close to Erzat, the rumored but very true genuine abomination of a daughter from Mastrix and Nobilis. A sisterly figure despite her already being older than he'd probably ever live that became much, much more than just a friendly sibbling. They weren't really blood related after all! (And its not like they could have children... or at least it had never happened and it was best for everyone if it didn't happen considering what Erzat was.)

But as a shape shifting abomination, she was now playing her favorite game, 'find me'. There must be a thousand people here, not counting the servants. All the creme de la creme of kobold society and that included, surprisingly, very few kobolds. They were still the most numerous, but not even the majority, sharing the place with dwarves, elves and a couple of dragonborn as well as humans. Of course, there were two dragons, immobile at each side of Mastrix. The black Nobilis on her right and Moras, the minister of finance on her left. This had now officially become frustrating but Balta knew one way to smoke his lover out. She was watching, he knew, so if he just went to another woman and laid out the charm...

"Excuse me miss, but I couldn't help but notice your dress an-"

He approached an elegantly dressed woman from behind but realized his mistake the moment she turned around, the true form of one of Mastrix's companion laid bare for him since he had an artifact to see through some illusions (Useless to find Erzat who changed form rather than create an illusion). The fine elven skull gazed at him, an otherworldly voice not softened by magic coming to his ears. "Why thank you! The new rococco dwarven wave we've seen this year is quite splendid and I can see from the angular shapes of that suit you are quite the connoisseur! But, could you be Baltazos, the hand of Nobilis? It is an honor to get this compliment from you my lord!" Baltazos hated to admit that despite being in a relationship with Erzat, he had enough experience with other women to tell that this sack of bones wanted him. If he hadn't known what she was he'd probably be the same but now? He thought fast of a way to get out of this situation. Erzat must be laughing her ass off now, wherever she was!

Thankfully, he didn't have to come up with one as a kobold servant announced the gift had arrived and lifted his staff toward the moon. There was a shape, glowing in the moonlight. It was coming closer, a... ship?! The prime minister, the young and energetic Luno Kolzis, spoke from a pedestal in front of a large pool of water, visibly where the ship aimed to 'land'.

"The product of brave adventurers, crushing and bringing back the remains of 1492 abominis made of rare eternal ice, only found at the southern end of the world, crafted by expert artisan for decades. Your worship will remember the ice harp we offered her 32 years ago? Prime minister Kar promised back then that a socle fitting for this work of art would be made and we have finally completed it. Ladies and gentledragons, I present to you: Our Flag Ship! A gift that we of your glorious and magnificent realm hope you find worthy to carry your name and act as a symbol of your greatness."

There was a silence as people shifted gaze at the incredible piece of artwork that silently landed in the water, servants rushing to place a stair to climb aboard and the reaction of Mastrix, who was thankfully smiling. The divine got up and people fell on their knees as she walked to the ship.

"Haha, see how father hates it?"

This familiar voice. "Erzat!" He exclaimed softly as he looked behind him at a beautiful lady he had spotted a few times earlier. He looked at the dragon to see what she meant, but he had the same expression of contained amazement as everyone else. He thought he was good to read people's characters but dragons always were an enigma to him. Though he guessed it was because it was 'another flying ship', something Balta knew Nobilis disliked privately. Mastrix climbed the stairs and as she touched the ship, the crystal white changed color to emit a light purple hue. Most people in the assembly let out a 'oooo' of surprise and amazement but some who had been there 32 years ago and saw how the crystal of the harp reacted to divine energy weren't so surprised , the light show was dazling, in the middle of the night and before long, Mastrix turned to face the people.

"It is an impressive work of art. Who is the master of this work?"

There was a silence and slowly people made place for a kobold to step forward. He was well dressed but for the people here who followed the latest fashion? He was quite out of place with his traditional getup.

"It was I my goddess, Jervet Zlata."

Mastrix nodded.

"I bestow upon you my favor, Jervet. A statue of me tonight shall be made and you shall get its weight in gold. Now, think of a wish for me to bestow upon you or your kin."

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Terribly sorry, I'm afraid I have to drop out. My apologies.
@Serpentine88 Very good! At the next edit or at your convenience though, if you could change 'Republic of Drakma' to 'Republics of Drakma' or 'Realms of Drakma' I'd appreciate it, the plurality being important.
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