I mean, English keyboards don't have a bind for it (I don't think) I had to get it off google. That makes it kinda permissible.
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by Kyraina » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:25 pm
Nations United for Conquest wrote:So while looking around at google images of the castle I found out something quite interesting...

by Kyraina » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:26 pm
Fridur wrote:Name: Roman Kolbert
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Nationality: Latvian
Ethnicity: Slavic
Appearance:(Image)
Preferred Weapons (PICK TWO: Primary and sidearm.):
Rifle: C7NLD
Sig P210
Previous military and/or law enforcement experience: Latvian Army for 18 years, 7 of them in the Special Forces, 4 years participating in numerous UN missions.
Specialization: Mountain warfare, marksmanship, leadership, survival, fluent in Latvian, Dutch, and English.
Education: Elementary-Highschool
Graduate of the Senior Leaders Course, Baltic Defense College
Basic Training
Special Task Unit Training
Biography (more than 2 paragraphs, please): Growing up in Riga, Roman had no shortage of opportunities to be mischievous. At a very young age he took up smoking and drinking as his parents were too careless to keep those objects away from Roman. At the age of 15 Roman was cast out from his house after fighting with his drunken father. He cut ties with his family and lived with his friend Boris. Roman lived with his friend until he was 18 and immediately joined the Army. He knew it was something he always wanted to do. The thrill of combat, free food and a place to sleep. What else could be better? He served faithfully in the Latvian Army for 11 years until deciding to take the Special Task Unit Training. Although it was extremely tough. Roman passed.
Although he had no one to celebrate his ascendance into the Special Forces of the world with. Roman was proud of himself. He went on countless daring missions throughout his 7 years in the Special Task Unit. He then decided a break from the life of ruthless killing and secrecy was what he needed. He took a Senior Leaders Course from the Baltic Defense College and passed with outstanding performance. Then, a rare opportunity presented itself. Roman joined the UN as a peacekeeper. Although he had to move to the Netherlands and join a Dutch peacekeeping mission he was happy to serve with people besides Latvians. Roman secured a spot as a Captain in the Dutch UN peacekeepers.
RP sample:
https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopi ... 1&t=383404
https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopi ... 1&t=375489
https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopi ... 1&t=349608
Edit: Added language fluency

by Greater Slavic Union » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:26 pm

by Greater Slavic Union » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:31 pm

by Kyraina » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:37 pm

by Greater Slavic Union » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:41 pm
Kyraina wrote:Greater Slavic Union wrote:Muskogee?
Native American Language, Seminole is another name/dialect of it.
The way it's worded it looks like a bunch of letters just randomly put in a sentence.
For example Fettv estowe towv? means how is it outside?
Or
Hi! My name is John is Hensci! John cvhocefket os

by Anowa » Sun Sep 04, 2016 9:42 pm
Greater Slavic Union wrote:Kyraina wrote:Native American Language, Seminole is another name/dialect of it.
The way it's worded it looks like a bunch of letters just randomly put in a sentence.
For example Fettv estowe towv? means how is it outside?
Or
Hi! My name is John is Hensci! John cvhocefket os
Fascinating (seriously).
I hope it is not as difficult as Chinese, or finnish...


by Kyraina » Sun Sep 04, 2016 10:05 pm
Greater Slavic Union wrote:Kyraina wrote:Native American Language, Seminole is another name/dialect of it.
The way it's worded it looks like a bunch of letters just randomly put in a sentence.
For example Fettv estowe towv? means how is it outside?
Or
Hi! My name is John is Hensci! John cvhocefket os
Fascinating (seriously).
I hope it is not as difficult as Chinese, or finnish...

by Camicon » Sun Sep 04, 2016 11:10 pm
Country of glowing hearts, and patrons of the artsThe Trews, Under The Sun
Help me out
Star spangled madness, united sadness
Count me out
No human is more human than any other. - Lieutenant-General Roméo Antonius Dallaire
Don't shine for swine. - Metric, Soft Rock Star
Love is hell. Hell is love. Hell is asking to be loved. - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton, Detective Daughter

by Nulukkizdin » Mon Sep 05, 2016 5:08 am
Kyraina wrote:Nulukkizdin wrote:@Kyraina, What does the commander wants to discuss with Najid?
To make sure of his Intentions with Iran having publicly supported Terrorists in the past, the same would be done for a Saudi Character. It's not the character he doesn't trust but the character's government.

by Krugeristan » Mon Sep 05, 2016 5:27 am
Nulukkizdin wrote:Kyraina wrote:To make sure of his Intentions with Iran having publicly supported Terrorists in the past, the same would be done for a Saudi Character. It's not the character he doesn't trust but the character's government.
That's going to be an interesting conversation. Where's your character from again?

by Nations United for Conquest » Mon Sep 05, 2016 7:22 am
National Information
Leader - Prime Minister Alaro Kuhn
Capital - Gesno
Population - 325,581,223
Currency - Krot ($)
Roleplay Information
OP Gatelord - [OOC]
The Coming Storm - PLANNED
TBA FE RP - PLANNED

by Kyraina » Mon Sep 05, 2016 7:35 am
Nations United for Conquest wrote:I speak some Navajo, even though I'm Apache.
Well looking around at the castle I have discovered all the guard towers have been closed(walled up with stone bricks), and the inner castle is just walls. The castle also contains a deep, yet emtpy moat surrounding most of the outer walls. There's also a lot of room between the inner and outer walls, with little room for cover

by Nulukkizdin » Mon Sep 05, 2016 8:52 am

by Svebia » Mon Sep 05, 2016 9:45 am
Svebia wrote:Name: Manfred "Silberlöwe" Landau
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality: German
Ethnicity: German from Germany
Appearance:Image
Preferred Weapons (PICK TWO: Primary and sidearm.): MG3 & Walther P99
Previous military and/or law enforcement experience: Bundeswehr in Operation Enduring Freedom, Counterinsurgency in Northern Afghanistan including Operation Adler, and GSG 9.
Specialization:
[*]Squad Automatic Gunner
[*]Heavy weaponry
[*]Deployable MG posts.
Education: Primary and Secondary Education finished, Offizierschule des Heeres, and Bootcamp training.
Biography (more than 2 paragraphs, please): Manfred was born on March 28th, 1981, only 2 years before his homeland was united, his mother was an East German Protestant while his Father was a West German Catholic from Bavaria. This caused certain struggles between his parents, but they stayed together to make sure their son was emotionally stable. He was relatively good in school, getting straight A's throughout his entire education. He got his influence to join the military from his father, who served as a tank commander in the West German Military.
When he graduated from his Primary Education, he immediately got drafted into the German Military. This was back in 2001, a couple months before the terror attacks in September. His service included Operations in Afghanistan, and Kosovo. Specializing in taking out heavy installations and being a walking terror machine, added upon the fact that he was almost silent around his "friends". Made him seem ominous, but in reality he just enjoys the tranquility of silence. He suffered from a shot to the chest in 2011, this ended his service in the German military but didn't end his allegiance to the Republic of Germany, after being released from a medical hospital. He joined up with Germany's signature anti-terrorism unit. The GSG 9, serving with them until 2014. When he was given an offer to join up with a intergovernmental organization that serves no certain country.
RP sample:Somme, far far away from Home. 1918.
L. Cpl Jordan Fox.
Lance Cpl Fox stood in the British trench, his hands shaking as he held his Lee-Enfield rifle. A Scotsman with a bagpipe stepped next to him. "It's been a long war, a bloody war! Let's push these krauts back home!" His officer yelled, while one of his comrades gave him a whistle. He looked over the men under his command, a look of dread in his eyes. Artillery whizzing past them as the downpour became more noticeable, the ground turning into mud puddles. "Come on lads! On ye ladders!" The men yelled, preparing to go over the top. "Should any of you decide that you wish to retreat. You will be shot. Britain will not raise cowards and traitors!" He yelled, before putting the whistle to his mouth. Waiting a couple seconds before blowing the whistle. The sound of whistles echoed down the trenchline as all of the lads went over the top. Jordan clenched his hands roughly on his Enfield, He quickly climbed up the ladder as the Scotsmen began to play Scotland the Brave on his musical instrument. Jordan's eyes fell upon the endless arrays of dead blackened trees. The ground itself looked dead, forgotten in an era lost to war. He was brought back to reality when he was slammed into the ground by a nearby explosion. Gasping for air as he used the artillery holes for cover. "Momma! Momma!" A nearby soldier cried out, holding onto his chest. "Oh Christ, lad." Jordan threw up a little in his mouth before grabbing his Lee-Enfield and attaching the bayonet to it, the nearby machine gun fire had a distinctive sound to it. Almost like tin cans being smacked lightly with a spoon, all the whine as the rain made it sound like a soft melody from home. He shook his head and quickly ran out of cover, trying to regroup with his comrades. He ran up to one of his comrades, a wide smile on his face. This smile was wiped clean with the man in front of him was shot in the head by machine gun fire, the blood coated Jordan. Pieces of brain on his uniform. A artillery strike took out the machine gun, his men charging the enemy trench. His lungs hurt, his hands hurt, his ears hurt. Everything hurt. When he looked down he saw blood on his chest, slowly turning around. A German lad no older than 18 was standing there, shaking. Holding his Gewehr close his body. Jordan looked down at his chest again, the German lad shot him again. Causing him to fall onto the muddy ground. Tears clouding his eyes.
Also, since he'll have a earpiece in and a steel helmet covering his entire face, he won't hear for shit.
I can expand the bio if needed.

by Krugeristan » Mon Sep 05, 2016 9:49 am
Svebia wrote:Svebia wrote:Name: Manfred "Silberlöwe" Landau
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality: German
Ethnicity: German from Germany
Appearance:Image
Preferred Weapons (PICK TWO: Primary and sidearm.): MG3 & Walther P99
Previous military and/or law enforcement experience: Bundeswehr in Operation Enduring Freedom, Counterinsurgency in Northern Afghanistan including Operation Adler, and GSG 9.
Specialization:
[*]Squad Automatic Gunner
[*]Heavy weaponry
[*]Deployable MG posts.
Education: Primary and Secondary Education finished, Offizierschule des Heeres, and Bootcamp training.
Biography (more than 2 paragraphs, please): Manfred was born on March 28th, 1981, only 2 years before his homeland was united, his mother was an East German Protestant while his Father was a West German Catholic from Bavaria. This caused certain struggles between his parents, but they stayed together to make sure their son was emotionally stable. He was relatively good in school, getting straight A's throughout his entire education. He got his influence to join the military from his father, who served as a tank commander in the West German Military.
When he graduated from his Primary Education, he immediately got drafted into the German Military. This was back in 2001, a couple months before the terror attacks in September. His service included Operations in Afghanistan, and Kosovo. Specializing in taking out heavy installations and being a walking terror machine, added upon the fact that he was almost silent around his "friends". Made him seem ominous, but in reality he just enjoys the tranquility of silence. He suffered from a shot to the chest in 2011, this ended his service in the German military but didn't end his allegiance to the Republic of Germany, after being released from a medical hospital. He joined up with Germany's signature anti-terrorism unit. The GSG 9, serving with them until 2014. When he was given an offer to join up with a intergovernmental organization that serves no certain country.
RP sample:Somme, far far away from Home. 1918.
L. Cpl Jordan Fox.
Lance Cpl Fox stood in the British trench, his hands shaking as he held his Lee-Enfield rifle. A Scotsman with a bagpipe stepped next to him. "It's been a long war, a bloody war! Let's push these krauts back home!" His officer yelled, while one of his comrades gave him a whistle. He looked over the men under his command, a look of dread in his eyes. Artillery whizzing past them as the downpour became more noticeable, the ground turning into mud puddles. "Come on lads! On ye ladders!" The men yelled, preparing to go over the top. "Should any of you decide that you wish to retreat. You will be shot. Britain will not raise cowards and traitors!" He yelled, before putting the whistle to his mouth. Waiting a couple seconds before blowing the whistle. The sound of whistles echoed down the trenchline as all of the lads went over the top. Jordan clenched his hands roughly on his Enfield, He quickly climbed up the ladder as the Scotsmen began to play Scotland the Brave on his musical instrument. Jordan's eyes fell upon the endless arrays of dead blackened trees. The ground itself looked dead, forgotten in an era lost to war. He was brought back to reality when he was slammed into the ground by a nearby explosion. Gasping for air as he used the artillery holes for cover. "Momma! Momma!" A nearby soldier cried out, holding onto his chest. "Oh Christ, lad." Jordan threw up a little in his mouth before grabbing his Lee-Enfield and attaching the bayonet to it, the nearby machine gun fire had a distinctive sound to it. Almost like tin cans being smacked lightly with a spoon, all the whine as the rain made it sound like a soft melody from home. He shook his head and quickly ran out of cover, trying to regroup with his comrades. He ran up to one of his comrades, a wide smile on his face. This smile was wiped clean with the man in front of him was shot in the head by machine gun fire, the blood coated Jordan. Pieces of brain on his uniform. A artillery strike took out the machine gun, his men charging the enemy trench. His lungs hurt, his hands hurt, his ears hurt. Everything hurt. When he looked down he saw blood on his chest, slowly turning around. A German lad no older than 18 was standing there, shaking. Holding his Gewehr close his body. Jordan looked down at his chest again, the German lad shot him again. Causing him to fall onto the muddy ground. Tears clouding his eyes.
Also, since he'll have a earpiece in and a steel helmet covering his entire face, he won't hear for shit.
I can expand the bio if needed.
how's this?

by Nulukkizdin » Mon Sep 05, 2016 1:25 pm

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