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by The balkens » Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:01 am
by Morrdh » Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:03 am
by Grenartia » Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:42 am
by Kerblaekistan » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:20 am
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:Kerblaekistan wrote:Name: James Abram
Age: 27
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Physical Description/Picture: here, here. Long, pale blonde hair, tan skin, tall and well built.
Country of Origin: United States
Flight/Flight Combat Experience: Pilot for two years in the Spanish Civil War and three years in the Army Air Force.
Ground Combat Experience (Highly recommended, but not entirely necessary - this can be trained): He is very well trained with a pistol, specifically the Colt M1917.
Specialties (air or ground - communications, demolitions, disguises, languages, etc.): Has experience in Fighters, specifically the P-40 and P-36. He can also speak Spanish, German, Italian, French and Hungarian.
RP Experience (not necessary, but helpful): http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=211164
Personal History/Bio (more than one line please):
James Abram was born in the city of Los Angeles to parents of Hungarian and Irish ancestry. He always had good grades in school and was incredibly athletic. His father fought in World War I, piloting a SPAD XIII, which got James interested in aviation. Every weekend, his father would take James up in their Stearman, and when he turned 16, he bought his own plane, a Beechcraft Model 17 Staggerwing. At the age of 18, James was admitted into UCLA, a prestigious university, staying for the full four years. After college, and trying to figure out what to do with his life, he joined the International Brigades of the Spanish Civil War, piloting aircraft such as the Fokker D.XXI and the Polikarpov I-16. After two years, James decided to return home and serve his home country, becoming a pilot for the Army Air Force. He was based in Panama, flying P-36s, and Pearl Harbor, flying P-40s. After the attacks, an old man from the Pacific Air Forces Command, not trusting James due to his involvement in Spain, made falsified accusations in order to have him discharged. Still wanting to help in the war, Abram went to Excalibur Squadron.
A) What attacks? We're almost a whole year away from Pearl at this point.
B) Any particular thought process behind going to Spain?
C) Do you actually really plan on participating this time as opposed to apping two chars and then never actually RPing with us? Roster space is getting kinda tight, and I do need an honest answer here, given your past record.
by Morrdh » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:32 am
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:A) What attacks? We're almost a whole year away from Pearl at this point.
by Goram » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:37 am
Morrdh wrote:The Tiger Kingdom wrote:A) What attacks? We're almost a whole year away from Pearl at this point.
To be fair there was the Panay Incident in 1937.
by Morrdh » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:38 am
by Kassaran » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:57 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Goram » Wed Nov 27, 2013 10:59 am
Kassaran wrote:If we go to China, I get to fly a Warhawk, I mean it, I wanna fly CAP or Recon and just go Warhawk all over the enemy pilots. Imma get my .50 cals all over their planes. BTW, Jonah is at the major launching point for his Character Arc right now, anyone want to try to intervene?
by The Two Jerseys » Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:17 am
Morrdh wrote:If we ever make to China I have an idea or two involving a British Yangtze River gunboat.
by Goram » Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:27 am
by Kassaran » Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:38 am
GOram wrote:Kassaran wrote:If we go to China, I get to fly a Warhawk, I mean it, I wanna fly CAP or Recon and just go Warhawk all over the enemy pilots. Imma get my .50 cals all over their planes. BTW, Jonah is at the major launching point for his Character Arc right now, anyone want to try to intervene?
Yeah...some nice war crimes you've just committed there
You'll get no complaint from Stanford. The only reason he doesn't do the same is because he tends to kill the pilot before he can bail out. The Wellington's tail gunner, who may or may not have seen what happened, mightn't be so happy about it.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Goram » Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:48 am
by Grenartia » Wed Nov 27, 2013 3:14 pm
GOram wrote:Grenartia wrote:
I always thought the Pats were the most overrated. Of course, they used to be second, back before Manning left the Colts.
I do believe I've told a lie. The most overrated team, this year anyway, resides in Kansas City. They have no business being 9-2. The Pats, I'm afraid to say, I get to watch win twice a year. It, as I'm sure you can tell from my sig, is my sporting cross to bear. I fucking hate New England, but my word, they are outrageously good - I would not have called them overrated.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Nov 27, 2013 3:58 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Jamessonia » Wed Nov 27, 2013 4:14 pm
by Jamessonia » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:00 pm
by The Tiger Kingdom » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:16 pm
The balkens wrote:Tigga just mad cuz he don't have any of nightkills swagga.
Morrdh wrote:Jamessonia wrote:That's what I was thinking. So he would arrive at the station, and I guess be driven to the base? I'm trying to make sure I have a good plan before I write it later (after school).
He'd probably be picked up from the nearest train station (Tempsford railway station on the East Coast Mainline) by a RAF truck.
Kerblaekistan wrote:A) Ah, I thought the latest mission was December of 1941, I guess thats what you get for making an app at 11 pm after a long day hiking in the mountains.
Kerblaekistan wrote:B)I as planning on making a series of backstories that will explain the process.
Kerblaekistan wrote:C) Indeed, I do plan on actively participating in all upcoming RPs as much as I can. I regret not participating before, it was just a very bad time for me. Now I have much more time. I hope you will forgive me for that.
GOram wrote:Morrdh wrote:
I know.
EDIT: If we ever make to China I have an idea or two involving a British Yangtze River gunboat.
Gunboat? Gunboat you say? Now, I wonder which member of this illustrious thread could provide a Yangtze gunboat with a hilarious name? Oh yes. I can.
The mighty Cockchafer seems destined to make an Excalibur appearance...
Kassaran wrote:GOram wrote:
Yeah...some nice war crimes you've just committed there
You'll get no complaint from Stanford. The only reason he doesn't do the same is because he tends to kill the pilot before he can bail out. The Wellington's tail gunner, who may or may not have seen what happened, mightn't be so happy about it.
I looked it up, not actually a war crime, it's preventative action, any combatant that is one-way or another still dangerous to all the rest in that theater are deemed suitable targets. A pilot that has bailed out is a flight hazard to all other aircraft as well as a potential combatant./quote]
That's...a bit of a stretch. I doubt many military courts would see it that way.Nightkill the Emperor wrote:nao.
Jamessonia wrote:This question may or may not be pointless.
Exactly how bustling/busy is the Tempsford railway station? I expect it to be rather empty, but I'm not sure.
by Kerblaekistan » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:52 pm
by The Tiger Kingdom » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:53 pm
The balkens wrote:Maybe if you took me to nice places once in a while!
by The balkens » Wed Nov 27, 2013 8:32 pm
by Kerblaekistan » Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:13 pm
Kerblaekistan wrote:My bio and picture have been updated, and I made this backstory to prove my loyalty to the RP.
I present to you, Sortie to Hell: Part I; Bad TimingApril 30th, 1937
Aboard the Yeysk
Off the Coast of Almeria
0700 hours Local Time
James Abram rolled out of the "bed," if you could call it that, and went over to look out of a dirty and cracked window of the steamer Yeysk. The Yeysk was an old Russian transport ship from the late 19th century. Chipped paint and cracks lined the craft, and bullet holes remind of its days in The Great War. The rusty and sputtering engines are in dire need of retirement, and the creaking wood beneath you threatens of falling through to the next floor below. What a piece of crap, James thought.3 days to sail a mere 600 miles.
The lieutenant was then hit with an overwhelming scent of tobacco and turned around to find his bunkmate, a Romanian man named Antonis, sitting in a desk. Antonis didn't speak much English, and Lieutenant Abram didn't speak Romanian, but both spoke Italian. "Buongiorno, Antonis." greeted James in Italian. "What are you doing?" The Romanian swiveled around. "I am writing letter to my mother." He announced. "Telling her I have arrived." Antonis was interrupted by the speaker above him. "Prepare to disembark. We arrive in Almeria in five minutes." the voice uttered in a thick Russian accent.
In the harbor, a group of 50 or so volunteers fell into formation before a tall Russian man, from the looks of him about fifty-five and ex-military, standing on a large pile of boxes to elevate him. "Gentlemen," he shouted. "Welcome to Spain. The Republic thanks you for volunteering for a just cause. Tonight, we will stay in an abandoned hotel before you go your separate ways. Get a good night's sleep men, for you shall have many long days ahead of you.
"Antonis!" James yelled. "Antonis! Can you hear me?" Its been less than five minutes since the shells started falling, lighting up the dawn in the Republican town. The roof of the hotel room had collapsed, trapping Lt. Abram's bunkmate. "Antonis!" he cried one last time before another large explosion erupted and section of concrete fell inches from him. He had to leave. He had to forget the Romanian and get out of there. James stumbled through the damaged hall along with many other volunteers. A cry for help could be heard from a nearby room, but nobody stopped. Nobody except James. He entered the room and found a young man, about 19, with his lower body trapped under rubble. He tried as hard as he can to pull him out, glancing at the crumbling hall and debating wether to leave the boy and run. Finally, he managed to slip out and they evacuated the building, finding many dead along the way. The two just barely managed to escape before the building collapsed, but only found about half the volunteers outside. A shell fell not too far from them, sending them flying like bowling pins. "We need to get out of here!" they yelled in unison and started running. James spotted an abandoned BMW and hopped in, started the car, and sped away. They made it to a hilltop outside the city.
"I didn't catch you name." claimed James as they looked upon the burning village. "Mike Rider, from Chelsea. You?" James looked at him. "A Brit, eh? Interesting. My name is James Abram, from Los Angeles. You know where that is, right? Anyway, where were you supposed to go?" Mike kicked at the dirt. "I was supposed to be a pilot at the 'Aeródromo de Rabassa'" he said, trying to pronounce the words in a Spanish accent but failing terribly. "Really? Me too." Abram got back into the car. "No use staying here, what say you we help each other get there." Mike got in the German machine and they sped off, leaving what used to be the town of Almeria.
by Le-Quebec » Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:21 pm
The Tiger Kingdom wrote:GOram wrote:
Somehow the Seahawks are 10-1 and yet still find a way to be the most overrated team in the NFL.
Now that's realtalk.
woah no need to lash out to compensate for your home team being the patriots
be happy for what you have
(lol)The balkens wrote:Tigga just mad cuz he don't have any of nightkills swagga.
kiss-ass
and thank god for that, i say - i would rather literally perform a colostomy on myself with a fucking sharpened stick then have "swagga"Morrdh wrote:
He'd probably be picked up from the nearest train station (Tempsford railway station on the East Coast Mainline) by a RAF truck.
I must point out it's pretty useful to have actual British people in this RP for the little details like that.Kerblaekistan wrote:A) Ah, I thought the latest mission was December of 1941, I guess thats what you get for making an app at 11 pm after a long day hiking in the mountains.
Fine, then.Kerblaekistan wrote:B)I as planning on making a series of backstories that will explain the process.
Excellent.Kerblaekistan wrote:C) Indeed, I do plan on actively participating in all upcoming RPs as much as I can. I regret not participating before, it was just a very bad time for me. Now I have much more time. I hope you will forgive me for that.
No problem, glad to hear it's an affirmative answer.
As such, you're accepted.
Jesus, we're going to have a lot of people. Better too many than too few, though.GOram wrote:
Gunboat? Gunboat you say? Now, I wonder which member of this illustrious thread could provide a Yangtze gunboat with a hilarious name? Oh yes. I can.
The mighty Cockchafer seems destined to make an Excalibur appearance...
Yeah, it's kinda gonna have to be a thing.Kassaran wrote:
I looked it up, not actually a war crime, it's preventative action, any combatant that is one-way or another still dangerous to all the rest in that theater are deemed suitable targets. A pilot that has bailed out is a flight hazard to all other aircraft as well as a potential combatant./quote]
That's...a bit of a stretch. I doubt many military courts would see it that way.
mehJamessonia wrote:This question may or may not be pointless.
Exactly how bustling/busy is the Tempsford railway station? I expect it to be rather empty, but I'm not sure.
Small local railway station...probably not busy.
I must point out it's pretty useful to have actual British people in this RP for the little details like that.
Kerblaekistan wrote:Kerblaekistan wrote:My bio and picture have been updated, and I made this backstory to prove my loyalty to the RP.
I present to you, Sortie to Hell: Part I; Bad TimingApril 30th, 1937
Aboard the Yeysk
Off the Coast of Almeria
0700 hours Local Time
James Abram rolled out of the "bed," if you could call it that, and went over to look out of a dirty and cracked window of the steamer Yeysk. The Yeysk was an old Russian transport ship from the late 19th century. Chipped paint and cracks lined the craft, and bullet holes remind of its days in The Great War. The rusty and sputtering engines are in dire need of retirement, and the creaking wood beneath you threatens of falling through to the next floor below. What a piece of crap, James thought.3 days to sail a mere 600 miles.
The lieutenant was then hit with an overwhelming scent of tobacco and turned around to find his bunkmate, a Romanian man named Antonis, sitting in a desk. Antonis didn't speak much English, and Lieutenant Abram didn't speak Romanian, but both spoke Italian. "Buongiorno, Antonis." greeted James in Italian. "What are you doing?" The Romanian swiveled around. "I am writing letter to my mother." He announced. "Telling her I have arrived." Antonis was interrupted by the speaker above him. "Prepare to disembark. We arrive in Almeria in five minutes." the voice uttered in a thick Russian accent.
In the harbor, a group of 50 or so volunteers fell into formation before a tall Russian man, from the looks of him about fifty-five and ex-military, standing on a large pile of boxes to elevate him. "Gentlemen," he shouted. "Welcome to Spain. The Republic thanks you for volunteering for a just cause. Tonight, we will stay in an abandoned hotel before you go your separate ways. Get a good night's sleep men, for you shall have many long days ahead of you.
"Antonis!" James yelled. "Antonis! Can you hear me?" Its been less than five minutes since the shells started falling, lighting up the dawn in the Republican town. The roof of the hotel room had collapsed, trapping Lt. Abram's bunkmate. "Antonis!" he cried one last time before another large explosion erupted and section of concrete fell inches from him. He had to leave. He had to forget the Romanian and get out of there. James stumbled through the damaged hall along with many other volunteers. A cry for help could be heard from a nearby room, but nobody stopped. Nobody except James. He entered the room and found a young man, about 19, with his lower body trapped under rubble. He tried as hard as he can to pull him out, glancing at the crumbling hall and debating wether to leave the boy and run. Finally, he managed to slip out and they evacuated the building, finding many dead along the way. The two just barely managed to escape before the building collapsed, but only found about half the volunteers outside. A shell fell not too far from them, sending them flying like bowling pins. "We need to get out of here!" they yelled in unison and started running. James spotted an abandoned BMW and hopped in, started the car, and sped away. They made it to a hilltop outside the city.
"I didn't catch you name." claimed James as they looked upon the burning village. "Mike Rider, from Chelsea. You?" James looked at him. "A Brit, eh? Interesting. My name is James Abram, from Los Angeles. You know where that is, right? Anyway, where were you supposed to go?" Mike kicked at the dirt. "I was supposed to be a pilot at the 'Aeródromo de Rabassa'" he said, trying to pronounce the words in a Spanish accent but failing terribly. "Really? Me too." Abram got back into the car. "No use staying here, what say you we help each other get there." Mike got in the German machine and they sped off, leaving what used to be the town of Almeria.
So, what do you guys think about this?
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