World On Fire: Shadow Ops [OPEN] (OOC/Fantasy WW2)

[Cylarn]

The RP is going way too fast now. Please restart it.

[Rupudska]

The RP is going way too fast now. Please restart it.

I can't keep up with anything faster than 1 post per 2 years.

[Wolfenium]

The RP is going way too fast now. Please restart it.

The RP is going way too fast now. Please restart it.

I can't keep up with anything faster than 1 post per 2 years.

NO BRAKES NOW!!!!

[Cylarn]

Wolf at the moment.

[Occupied Deutschland]

Me, before:

Me, now:

[Rupudska]

Now if only Agri were to post...

[Occupied Deutschland]

Now if only Agri were to post...

You know, now that I think about it, Agri missed a pretty good opportunity. He could've posted 'April Fool's!' in the IC a week ago.

[Kassaran]

Now if only Agri were to post...

You know, now that I think about it, Agri missed a pretty good opportunity. He could've posted 'April Fool's!' in the IC a week ago.

Oh, owwww...

[Minroz]

Now if only Agri were to post...

You know, now that I think about it, Agri missed a pretty good opportunity. He could've posted 'April Fool's!' in the IC a week ago.

Ouch.

[Fascist Republic Of Bermuda]

A Poland IC post in World on Fire. I think hell just froze over.

[Malshan]

A post? Geez, and here I thought cryogenics and necromancy weren't feasible...

Guess I've got to get back in the mindset of Markus then. Shouldn't be too difficult, methinks. ^_^

[Wolfenium]

A Poland IC post in World on Fire. I think hell just froze over.

Not yet. OP needs to post before that actually happens.

A post? Geez, and here I thought cryogenics and necromancy weren't feasible...

Guess I've got to get back in the mindset of Markus then. Shouldn't be too difficult, methinks. ^_^

:3

[Agritum]

Well, since there is still much interest as I see, and given that frankly the RP stalled simply due to me, I'm posting again back today.

This hiatus ends now.

[Sonitusia]

Well, since there is still much interest as I see, and given that frankly the RP stalled simply due to me, I'm posting again back today.

This hiatus ends now.

Please make haste, I wanna join too.

[Cybraxia]

Well, since there is still much interest as I see, and given that frankly the RP stalled simply due to me, I'm posting again back today.

This hiatus ends now.

Please make haste, I wanna join too.

Same.

[Monfrox]

I'm here. Are we doing stuff yet?

[Wolfenium]

I'm here. Are we doing stuff yet?

As soon as Agri post. For now, enjoy Anna's incessant sobbing or the loli's tsundere. :3

[Monfrox]

I'm here. Are we doing stuff yet?

As soon as Agri post. For now, enjoy Anna's incessant sobbing or the loli's tsundere. :3

Blow the flak tower. Grab the clairvoyant. Go home.

[Republic of the Cristo]

Player Character App (Shadow Ops Operative)

Name: Enrique Polvogatti
Gender: Male
Age: 40
D.O.B.: 1900
Physical Description and/or Picture: 6 "2" Ft, 185 pounds/ Quite slender, but with clear muscle definition. Brown eyes. Combed over brown hair, and an oil handle bar mustache
Species (if Human, specify if Mundane, Mage, Witch, Minuteman or Esper): Mundane
Nationality: Italian
Ethnicity: Roman
Religion (if any): Catholic
Powers/Magical Specializations (Only if Mage, Witch or Esper):
Bio: Enrique was the sun of national champion gymnast. From the day he could walk, his father had him practice gymnastics for hours on end. By the time Enrique was 14, he had already won the national Italian boys gymnastics championship. Sadly, his father died in a mysterious fire when he was only 18 years old. Wishing to provide for his now assetless family, he joined the Italian military in the final year of WW1. After not receiving his military salary, which his family desperately needed, he joined the Italian fascist party. Throughout the 20's he would help indoctrinate members of the Italian military towards fascism. He became a respected party member. In 1936, he was recruited by the Geier. He has been working with them ever since.

Psychological Profile: Is quiet and intense. He is cynical of the world, do to his early career being taken from him due to an accident. He is loyal to the Fascist party because they offer a glory that he once almost had.
Why do you fight?: For glory to Italy
Defining Quote: " Life is a story, make it an adventure."
RP Sample:

The men and women wailed, cried, and moaned upon their crosses. The ones whom had just been on cried the worst, while the ones whom had been on for a day or more hardly made a sound. The Divine-Emperor Puerignis looked at their mounted bodies as the chariot passed by. 1,000 crosses had been erected outside of Rome, and the cries of the accused could be heard from miles around. These were the men and women whom had participated in the chaos of the coup; the looters, the rapists, the thieves, and general insects whom were attracted to a flame where ever they could find it. Upon cementing his power three days ago, he commanded the military of Rome to suppress the riots and to capture anyone involved ( be they participant or onlooker). It would be a whole day and a half before the situation was under control again. Once order had been restored, the Son of Fire ordered all those whom had been captured to be crucified. Puerignis had chosen to run the chariot passed a line of them outside of Rome to see his orders carried out. He would let it be known to his people that he would not stand for any form of insubordination or disobedience.

Puerignis's chariot eventually made it's way down the entire line and turned towards a private entrance in the wall reserved for the higher ups in Roman society. They entered into a small garrison inside the city. They were walking about, carrying supplies, rushing off to rebuild parts of the city that had been destroyed. There was still a mess to clean up, but it was significantly better than what it was three days ago. a large and luxurious litter was prepared and waiting for the Divine emperor, and 6 members of his Army of Fire were now waiting to be his guard. Puerignis dismounted from the chariot. He looked much different from what he had three days ago. He now wore the imperial purple toga of the emperor. Puerignis walked past his guards who gave him the roman salute. He quite enjoyed it. Puerignis closed his eyes as he entered into the large and lavish litter, were he then seated himself down on a bench on one side of the box. He snuggled his bottom into some sitting pillows and breathed out loudly. It had been a long and strenuous five days... and he still had more work to be done.

Puerignis opened his eyes to see Hector of Mario sitting directly across from him and grinning from ear to ear. His grin was so infectious that Puerignis couldn't help but grin too. " Well..." Hector showed off his surprisingly white teeth. Puerignis finished his sentence, " We did it!" The two men threw back their heads and laughed out loud for several minutes. It was as if all the stress and pressure of the last three days was being released in this one session of laughter. A minute or so after they had finished off the last of their titters, Puerignis peered over at Hector. He was beginning to accept him as a legitimate friend. " So, how have you been over the last few days? You weren't disturbed by the riots now were you?" Hector stuck up his hand and shook his head, " No, no, I was quite fine. The riots never reached my quarter of the city. I did hear, however, that Gaius lost a worker." Puerignis had just remembered the troll of a man whom had built all of his army's zarotans. He would have to keep true to their agreement. " A shame, I will compensate him." The litter became quiet all of a sudden. Hector looked out of the window of the litter before speaking again, " You know, your men never did explain why you wanted me to be present in your litter." Puerignis smiled again. " Oh, yeah... remember what I said about you having all the resources you would ever need for your experiments." Hector furrowed his brow and gave a faint one sided grin. " Well... you'll see."


19 minutes later...


Puerignis ushered Hector into a small room with a desk, a fire place, and several shelves filled with scrolls on them and a map on one wall of the room. Puerignis stood in front of the desk and watched as Hector walked around and inspected the room. " What is this place." Puerignis smiled, " my accountants room of imperial logistics." Hector looked back and raised an eyebrow at Puerignis. " At least, that's what my imperial accountant told me it was. From this room," Puerignis picked up a piece of lead and held it out so that Hector would take it, " You will have knowledge and access to all resources present in the empire." Hector took the piece of lead from Puerignis's hands and looked at it. He stared back up at the Divine-Emperor. " What do you mean." Puerignis motioned to the map on the wall. " If it exists in the empire, and you need it, all you need to do is write for it in this room, and you will receive it." Puerignis put his hand down and began to walk out of the room, he turned back before he left, " I'll leave you to it then." With that, the Son of Fire closed the door and left the genius inventor to finally dawn upon what he had just said. He tentatively sat down at the seat in front of the desk and looked down at the blank scroll in front of him. He gently placed the lead down on the scroll before he began with a fury to write down everything he could possibly need to satisfy his intellectual pursuits.


1.5 hours later...


" They are only curious as to what exactly is going on in Rome your holiness." Senate was in session and Puerignis sat at the imperial throne before the head consul. He was receiving his very first daily report. Some of the governors were becoming ancy about hearing reports of violence in Rome and were starting to ask questions. " Then tell them exactly of what has occurred. I, Puerignis son of Prometheus, have received the seat of Emperor under the edict of the former emperor Trajan. I do not know why they should be so unsure as to our situation." The consul kept a blank face and he could tell that he thought Puerignis a fool or a mad man or both. " I believe that they are more concerned with your, erm, divinity; as well as your, uh-" he motioned to the guards on either side of the throne holding up the zarotans, " methods of how you attained such power. They wish for you to clarify who you are and why you are here." Puerignis was getting annoyed by the consul's constant aging of him to give an answer to counter his own claim of divinity. Puerignis was no fool, he knew that most of Rome did not believe his claims, even with the Zarotans as proof. Nevertheless, he had to maintain the image. " Inform them that I am the son of my father Prometheus, the gifter of fire. And, that I have risen to power through the use of yet another divine tool that my family has chosen to grant to you mortals." He could now see the consul visibly annoyed, " And," Puerignis was sure to make this point quite clear, " that if any are in doubt as to my divine nature, that they, their families, and their servants will be put to death and their titles and claims will be redistributed by me." The consul took on a far less defiant look now. " Is this understood consul Marvic? Can you send this message along, or is it beyond your skill set." Marvic took on a look of distaste, " No, it will be done... your holiness."

[Sonitusia]

As soon as Agri post. For now, enjoy Anna's incessant sobbing or the loli's tsundere. :3

Blow the flak tower. Grab the clairvoyant. Go home.

Monfrox confirmed to be Michael Bay.

[Wolfenium]

Player Character App (Shadow Ops Operative)

Name: Enrique Polvogatti
Gender: Male
Age: 40
D.O.B.: 1900
Physical Description and/or Picture: 6 "2" Ft, 185 pounds/ Quite slender, but with clear muscle definition. Brown eyes. Combed over brown hair, and an oil handle bar mustache
Species (if Human, specify if Mundane, Mage, Witch, Minuteman or Esper): Mundane
Nationality: Italian
Ethnicity: Roman
Religion (if any): Catholic
Powers/Magical Specializations (Only if Mage, Witch or Esper):
Bio: Enrique was the sun of national champion gymnast. From the day he could walk, his father had him practice gymnastics for hours on end. By the time Enrique was 14, he had already won the national Italian boys gymnastics championship. Sadly, his father died in a mysterious fire when he was only 18 years old. Wishing to provide for his now assetless family, he joined the Italian military in the final year of WW1. After not receiving his military salary, which his family desperately needed, he joined the Italian fascist party. Throughout the 20's he would help indoctrinate members of the Italian military towards fascism. He became a respected party member. In 1936, he was recruited by the Italian Shadow Ops team. He has been working with them ever since.

Psychological Profile: Is quiet and intense. He is cynical of the world, do to his early career being taken from him due to an accident. He is loyal to the Fascist party because they offer a glory that he once almost had.
Why do you fight?: For glory to Italy
Defining Quote: " Life is a story, make it an adventure."
RP Sample:

The men and women wailed, cried, and moaned upon their crosses. The ones whom had just been on cried the worst, while the ones whom had been on for a day or more hardly made a sound. The Divine-Emperor Puerignis looked at their mounted bodies as the chariot passed by. 1,000 crosses had been erected outside of Rome, and the cries of the accused could be heard from miles around. These were the men and women whom had participated in the chaos of the coup; the looters, the rapists, the thieves, and general insects whom were attracted to a flame where ever they could find it. Upon cementing his power three days ago, he commanded the military of Rome to suppress the riots and to capture anyone involved ( be they participant or onlooker). It would be a whole day and a half before the situation was under control again. Once order had been restored, the Son of Fire ordered all those whom had been captured to be crucified. Puerignis had chosen to run the chariot passed a line of them outside of Rome to see his orders carried out. He would let it be known to his people that he would not stand for any form of insubordination or disobedience.

Puerignis's chariot eventually made it's way down the entire line and turned towards a private entrance in the wall reserved for the higher ups in Roman society. They entered into a small garrison inside the city. They were walking about, carrying supplies, rushing off to rebuild parts of the city that had been destroyed. There was still a mess to clean up, but it was significantly better than what it was three days ago. a large and luxurious litter was prepared and waiting for the Divine emperor, and 6 members of his Army of Fire were now waiting to be his guard. Puerignis dismounted from the chariot. He looked much different from what he had three days ago. He now wore the imperial purple toga of the emperor. Puerignis walked past his guards who gave him the roman salute. He quite enjoyed it. Puerignis closed his eyes as he entered into the large and lavish litter, were he then seated himself down on a bench on one side of the box. He snuggled his bottom into some sitting pillows and breathed out loudly. It had been a long and strenuous five days... and he still had more work to be done.

Puerignis opened his eyes to see Hector of Mario sitting directly across from him and grinning from ear to ear. His grin was so infectious that Puerignis couldn't help but grin too. " Well..." Hector showed off his surprisingly white teeth. Puerignis finished his sentence, " We did it!" The two men threw back their heads and laughed out loud for several minutes. It was as if all the stress and pressure of the last three days was being released in this one session of laughter. A minute or so after they had finished off the last of their titters, Puerignis peered over at Hector. He was beginning to accept him as a legitimate friend. " So, how have you been over the last few days? You weren't disturbed by the riots now were you?" Hector stuck up his hand and shook his head, " No, no, I was quite fine. The riots never reached my quarter of the city. I did hear, however, that Gaius lost a worker." Puerignis had just remembered the troll of a man whom had built all of his army's zarotans. He would have to keep true to their agreement. " A shame, I will compensate him." The litter became quiet all of a sudden. Hector looked out of the window of the litter before speaking again, " You know, your men never did explain why you wanted me to be present in your litter." Puerignis smiled again. " Oh, yeah... remember what I said about you having all the resources you would ever need for your experiments." Hector furrowed his brow and gave a faint one sided grin. " Well... you'll see."


19 minutes later...


Puerignis ushered Hector into a small room with a desk, a fire place, and several shelves filled with scrolls on them and a map on one wall of the room. Puerignis stood in front of the desk and watched as Hector walked around and inspected the room. " What is this place." Puerignis smiled, " my accountants room of imperial logistics." Hector looked back and raised an eyebrow at Puerignis. " At least, that's what my imperial accountant told me it was. From this room," Puerignis picked up a piece of lead and held it out so that Hector would take it, " You will have knowledge and access to all resources present in the empire." Hector took the piece of lead from Puerignis's hands and looked at it. He stared back up at the Divine-Emperor. " What do you mean." Puerignis motioned to the map on the wall. " If it exists in the empire, and you need it, all you need to do is write for it in this room, and you will receive it." Puerignis put his hand down and began to walk out of the room, he turned back before he left, " I'll leave you to it then." With that, the Son of Fire closed the door and left the genius inventor to finally dawn upon what he had just said. He tentatively sat down at the seat in front of the desk and looked down at the blank scroll in front of him. He gently placed the lead down on the scroll before he began with a fury to write down everything he could possibly need to satisfy his intellectual pursuits.


1.5 hours later...


" They are only curious as to what exactly is going on in Rome your holiness." Senate was in session and Puerignis sat at the imperial throne before the head consul. He was receiving his very first daily report. Some of the governors were becoming ancy about hearing reports of violence in Rome and were starting to ask questions. " Then tell them exactly of what has occurred. I, Puerignis son of Prometheus, have received the seat of Emperor under the edict of the former emperor Trajan. I do not know why they should be so unsure as to our situation." The consul kept a blank face and he could tell that he thought Puerignis a fool or a mad man or both. " I believe that they are more concerned with your, erm, divinity; as well as your, uh-" he motioned to the guards on either side of the throne holding up the zarotans, " methods of how you attained such power. They wish for you to clarify who you are and why you are here." Puerignis was getting annoyed by the consul's constant aging of him to give an answer to counter his own claim of divinity. Puerignis was no fool, he knew that most of Rome did not believe his claims, even with the Zarotans as proof. Nevertheless, he had to maintain the image. " Inform them that I am the son of my father Prometheus, the gifter of fire. And, that I have risen to power through the use of yet another divine tool that my family has chosen to grant to you mortals." He could now see the consul visibly annoyed, " And," Puerignis was sure to make this point quite clear, " that if any are in doubt as to my divine nature, that they, their families, and their servants will be put to death and their titles and claims will be redistributed by me." The consul took on a far less defiant look now. " Is this understood consul Marvic? Can you send this message along, or is it beyond your skill set." Marvic took on a look of distaste, " No, it will be done... your holiness."

There is no Italian Shadow Ops team. I'll sum up which groups you can join.

• Allies: Shadowcom - no limit to nationality, AFAIK, as long as you're either from an Allied country, or a resistance fighter from an Axis or Axis-occupied country.
• Axis: Geier - you're a dirtbag, your commander smokes and swears like a degenerate and you don't get the cool stuff like the SS or even the Italian Blackshirts. Oh, and it has over 90% attrition rates. Good luck.

[Reverend Norv]

Matthew Beecher returns at last.

[Wolfenium]

You forgot the Stiff Upper Lip Briton.

[Sonitusia]

Player Character App (Shadow Ops Operative)

Name: Enrique Polvogatti
Gender: Male
Age: 40
D.O.B.: 1900
Physical Description and/or Picture: 6 "2" Ft, 185 pounds/ Quite slender, but with clear muscle definition. Brown eyes. Combed over brown hair, and an oil handle bar mustache
Species (if Human, specify if Mundane, Mage, Witch, Minuteman or Esper): Mundane
Nationality: Italian
Ethnicity: Roman
Religion (if any): Catholic
Powers/Magical Specializations (Only if Mage, Witch or Esper):
Bio: Enrique was the sun of national champion gymnast. From the day he could walk, his father had him practice gymnastics for hours on end. By the time Enrique was 14, he had already won the national Italian boys gymnastics championship. Sadly, his father died in a mysterious fire when he was only 18 years old. Wishing to provide for his now assetless family, he joined the Italian military in the final year of WW1. After not receiving his military salary, which his family desperately needed, he joined the Italian fascist party. Throughout the 20's he would help indoctrinate members of the Italian military towards fascism. He became a respected party member. In 1936, he was recruited by the Italian Shadow Ops team. He has been working with them ever since.

Psychological Profile: Is quiet and intense. He is cynical of the world, do to his early career being taken from him due to an accident. He is loyal to the Fascist party because they offer a glory that he once almost had.
Why do you fight?: For glory to Italy
Defining Quote: " Life is a story, make it an adventure."
RP Sample:

The men and women wailed, cried, and moaned upon their crosses. The ones whom had just been on cried the worst, while the ones whom had been on for a day or more hardly made a sound. The Divine-Emperor Puerignis looked at their mounted bodies as the chariot passed by. 1,000 crosses had been erected outside of Rome, and the cries of the accused could be heard from miles around. These were the men and women whom had participated in the chaos of the coup; the looters, the rapists, the thieves, and general insects whom were attracted to a flame where ever they could find it. Upon cementing his power three days ago, he commanded the military of Rome to suppress the riots and to capture anyone involved ( be they participant or onlooker). It would be a whole day and a half before the situation was under control again. Once order had been restored, the Son of Fire ordered all those whom had been captured to be crucified. Puerignis had chosen to run the chariot passed a line of them outside of Rome to see his orders carried out. He would let it be known to his people that he would not stand for any form of insubordination or disobedience.

Puerignis's chariot eventually made it's way down the entire line and turned towards a private entrance in the wall reserved for the higher ups in Roman society. They entered into a small garrison inside the city. They were walking about, carrying supplies, rushing off to rebuild parts of the city that had been destroyed. There was still a mess to clean up, but it was significantly better than what it was three days ago. a large and luxurious litter was prepared and waiting for the Divine emperor, and 6 members of his Army of Fire were now waiting to be his guard. Puerignis dismounted from the chariot. He looked much different from what he had three days ago. He now wore the imperial purple toga of the emperor. Puerignis walked past his guards who gave him the roman salute. He quite enjoyed it. Puerignis closed his eyes as he entered into the large and lavish litter, were he then seated himself down on a bench on one side of the box. He snuggled his bottom into some sitting pillows and breathed out loudly. It had been a long and strenuous five days... and he still had more work to be done.

Puerignis opened his eyes to see Hector of Mario sitting directly across from him and grinning from ear to ear. His grin was so infectious that Puerignis couldn't help but grin too. " Well..." Hector showed off his surprisingly white teeth. Puerignis finished his sentence, " We did it!" The two men threw back their heads and laughed out loud for several minutes. It was as if all the stress and pressure of the last three days was being released in this one session of laughter. A minute or so after they had finished off the last of their titters, Puerignis peered over at Hector. He was beginning to accept him as a legitimate friend. " So, how have you been over the last few days? You weren't disturbed by the riots now were you?" Hector stuck up his hand and shook his head, " No, no, I was quite fine. The riots never reached my quarter of the city. I did hear, however, that Gaius lost a worker." Puerignis had just remembered the troll of a man whom had built all of his army's zarotans. He would have to keep true to their agreement. " A shame, I will compensate him." The litter became quiet all of a sudden. Hector looked out of the window of the litter before speaking again, " You know, your men never did explain why you wanted me to be present in your litter." Puerignis smiled again. " Oh, yeah... remember what I said about you having all the resources you would ever need for your experiments." Hector furrowed his brow and gave a faint one sided grin. " Well... you'll see."


19 minutes later...


Puerignis ushered Hector into a small room with a desk, a fire place, and several shelves filled with scrolls on them and a map on one wall of the room. Puerignis stood in front of the desk and watched as Hector walked around and inspected the room. " What is this place." Puerignis smiled, " my accountants room of imperial logistics." Hector looked back and raised an eyebrow at Puerignis. " At least, that's what my imperial accountant told me it was. From this room," Puerignis picked up a piece of lead and held it out so that Hector would take it, " You will have knowledge and access to all resources present in the empire." Hector took the piece of lead from Puerignis's hands and looked at it. He stared back up at the Divine-Emperor. " What do you mean." Puerignis motioned to the map on the wall. " If it exists in the empire, and you need it, all you need to do is write for it in this room, and you will receive it." Puerignis put his hand down and began to walk out of the room, he turned back before he left, " I'll leave you to it then." With that, the Son of Fire closed the door and left the genius inventor to finally dawn upon what he had just said. He tentatively sat down at the seat in front of the desk and looked down at the blank scroll in front of him. He gently placed the lead down on the scroll before he began with a fury to write down everything he could possibly need to satisfy his intellectual pursuits.


1.5 hours later...


" They are only curious as to what exactly is going on in Rome your holiness." Senate was in session and Puerignis sat at the imperial throne before the head consul. He was receiving his very first daily report. Some of the governors were becoming ancy about hearing reports of violence in Rome and were starting to ask questions. " Then tell them exactly of what has occurred. I, Puerignis son of Prometheus, have received the seat of Emperor under the edict of the former emperor Trajan. I do not know why they should be so unsure as to our situation." The consul kept a blank face and he could tell that he thought Puerignis a fool or a mad man or both. " I believe that they are more concerned with your, erm, divinity; as well as your, uh-" he motioned to the guards on either side of the throne holding up the zarotans, " methods of how you attained such power. They wish for you to clarify who you are and why you are here." Puerignis was getting annoyed by the consul's constant aging of him to give an answer to counter his own claim of divinity. Puerignis was no fool, he knew that most of Rome did not believe his claims, even with the Zarotans as proof. Nevertheless, he had to maintain the image. " Inform them that I am the son of my father Prometheus, the gifter of fire. And, that I have risen to power through the use of yet another divine tool that my family has chosen to grant to you mortals." He could now see the consul visibly annoyed, " And," Puerignis was sure to make this point quite clear, " that if any are in doubt as to my divine nature, that they, their families, and their servants will be put to death and their titles and claims will be redistributed by me." The consul took on a far less defiant look now. " Is this understood consul Marvic? Can you send this message along, or is it beyond your skill set." Marvic took on a look of distaste, " No, it will be done... your holiness."

There is no Italian Shadow Ops team. I'll sum up which groups you can join.

• Allies: Shadowcom - no limit to nationality, AFAIK, as long as you're either from an Allied country, or a resistance fighter in an Axis or Axis-occupied country.
• Axis: Geier - you're a dirtbag, your commander smokes and swears like a degenerate and you don't get the cool stuff like the SS or even the Italian Blackshirts. Oh, and it has over 90% attrition rates. Good luck.

I've decided on Shadowcom btw, but with Rademaker always rebelling towards unneccesary orders.

[Reverend Norv]

You forgot the Stiff Upper Lip Briton.

Which one would that be, then?