Purple Haze '70 REDUX (OOC; OPEN)

[Tiltjuice]

NAME: Roger Martin
AGE: 38 (YOB 1930)
GENDER: M
APPEARANCE: The jolly one

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: A thoroughly unimaginative but very capable and reliable operative. Possessed of a naturally flattened affect; not arising from psychological trauma or a self-regulating response to any such trauma. Has shown previous ability to deal with allies and enemies without prejudice in all situations.

BIRTHPLACE: Bordeaux
NATIONALITY: France
ETHNICITY: French

MILITARY BACKGROUND:

• SDECE Action Service, 1962-present. Targeted killings of defectors to Organisation Armée Secrète. A liaison to CIA and Corsican mafia as part of the French Connection.
• 11e Demi-Brigade Parachutiste de Choc, 1954-1962. Algerian War.
• 17e Bataillon de Génie Parachutiste, 1948-1953. First Indochina War.

ROLE: Wet-Footed
AFFILIATION: Service de Documentation Extérieure et de Contre-Espionnage
SKILLS:

• Fluent in English, French, and Spanish. Conversational in Corsican. Limited Maghrebi Arabic, Berber, and Vietnamese; military-specific vocabulary.
• Explosives handling, especially mine deployment and removal.

WEAPONS: SDECE-issue MAC Mle 50 and Manurhin 7.65mm. Anything else available in surroundings or given to him for use.
EDUCATION: Completion of the lycée, stream L.
RANK: Transferred out of French Army to SDECE as a Master Corporal.
HISTORY:
RP SAMPLES (3): Still don’t have any recent ones of which I am proud.

[Ubaria]

Moneyman incoming (wip)

NAME: Julian Patrick Wright
AGE: 42
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Julian

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:
LIKES: (optional)
DISLIKES:(optional)
FEARS: (optional)

BIRTHPLACE: Providence, Rhode Islands, United States of America
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: Irish American

MILITARY BACKGROUND: N/A
ROLE: Dealmaker - Accountancy, Money Laundering
AFFILIATION:
SKILLS:
WEAPONS:
EDUCATION:
RANK:
HISTORY:
RP SAMPLES (3):

[Cylarn]

I'd say we need some more folks, yeah?

[Trans Slavia]

Am I approved? I've done the fixing and should be better.

[Cylarn]

NAME: Ernst Hahn
AGE: 46
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
(Image)


PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
FEARS:

BIRTHPLACE: (Former) Königsberg, East Prussia
NATIONALITY: German
ETHNICITY: Germanic

MILITARY BACKGROUND:

• 1944 - 1945 - Gruppenführer, 55. Gruppe, 7. Zug, 4. Kompanie, 2. Batallion, Volkssturm
  
• Jan. 1945 - May. 1945 - Zugführer, 55. Gruppe, 7. Zug, 4. Kompanie, 2. Batallion, Volkssturm
  
• 1955-1957 - Obergefreiter, 13. Panzergrenadierdivision, Bundeswehr
  
• 1957-1960 - Hauptgefreiter, 13. Panzergrenadierdivision, Bundeswehr
  
• 1960-1965 - Stabsgefreiter, 13. Panzergrenadierdivision, Bundeswehr
  
• 1965-1968 - Oberstabsgefreiter, 5. Kommando Kompanie, KsK, Bundeswehr
  
• 1968-Present - Unteroffizer, 5. Kommando Kompanie, KsK, Bundeswehr

ROLE: The Wet-Footed
AFFILIATION:

• German Third Reich (1944-1945)
• German Federal Republic (1949-Present)

SKILLS:

• Knowledgeable in English, French, German, Russian, Vietnamese, and Italian
• Having begging his military career at age 18 in the Volkssturm, Ernst is knowledgeable in many different types of weaponry, from Explosives to Automatics.
• Having taken part is extensive training during his years in the Bundeswehr and the Kommando Spezialkräfte, Ernst could be considered Athletic, He could cross the Rhine in 10 minutes by Swimming.
• Having trained with a Motorized Division, Ernst knows his way through a vehicle, rendering him a Good Mechanic.

WEAPONS:
EDUCATION:

• Bachelor's Degree in Int. Studies, Free University of Berlin
• Master's Degree in Engineering, Free University of Berlin

RANK: Unteroffizer (Sergeant, OR-5)
HISTORY:
RP SAMPLES (3):

(Fixed.)

1. It's not even complete.

2. The KSK had yet to be established in 1970s, as had most counter-terror units prior to the Munich Massacre in 1973.

3. Even then, West Germany never contributed troops to the war effort in Vietnam.

It's still denied. If you want to make an SF guy, make an American or an Australian.

[Turmenista]

Expressing interest in this for a pilot role.

[Cylarn]

Expressing interest in this for a pilot role.

Excellent!

[Xah]

NAME: Riley Powell "Havok"
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Tall and thin, close-cropped blonde hair, tanned skin, brown eyes.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Anti-authoritarian, rebellious, border-line anarchist. Warrant Officer Powell requires the firm hand of a respected CO to keep in line. Almost court-martialed twice for insubordination, careful management of his valuable skillset and efforts to keep him busy have succeeded in taming the worst of his behaviours. Despite this, Warrant Officer Powell is loyal to his unit and, in combat, reported to be courageous and calm under fire. Would undoubtably be a strong asset and suitable for leadership if not for his rebellious tendencies. Recommended for secondment to units engaged in frequent and more irregular missions, does not handle 'down time' well.
LIKES: Vehicles, rock'n'roll,
DISLIKES: Authority, communists
FEARS: Being restrained in a 'normal' job

BIRTHPLACE: Saint Paul, Minnesota
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: Danish and (slight) Sioux ancestry

MILITARY BACKGROUND: (Unit, dates of service, in a list format)

• 1968-70 : 2nd Battalion, 227th Aviation Regiment

ROLE: Transporter / wet-foot
AFFILIATION: United States Army
SKILLS: Helicopter pilot, vehicle mechanic
WEAPONS: M16A1, M1911
EDUCATION: Harding Senior High School; Flight training, Fort Rucker
RANK: Warrant Officer W-1
HISTORY: In the modern world, Riley would have been a classic example of a hyperactive kid; unable to sit still, mind firing on all cylinders constantly, often in trouble, yet polite and charming when confronted. Juvenile delinquency was never far off and it was only through the patience and hard work of his parents and his long-suffering teachers that kept him out of trouble. It took adolescence and the discovery of vehicle mechanics to finally calm Riley's overactive nature; tinkering, rebuilding and fixing engines seemed to focus his mind and managed to get him through school with his diploma, despite everyone else's pessimism. Enlisting in the army with a focus on doing something mechanical, Riley's attention was caught by the chance to fly; one thing let to another and eighteen month later, he was flying transport missions and medevacs in Vietnam. Almost two years of dropping troops into combat and rescuing them afterwards felt like the perfect place for Riley, but it was his activities during leave that kept his rank down, and the threat of discharge high. Only his undoubted skill at flying, and his willingness to take on missions most would consider suicidal, kept him in uniform. Thankfully, it was this volatile mix that drew him to the attention of those seeking people with specific skillsets, for unusual missions.
RP SAMPLES (3): One, two, three

[The Great Swedish Empire]

NAME: Sergeant Xiang "James" Wuying
AGE: 39
GENDER: M
APPEARANCE:

Photo of Pvt Xiang "James" Wuying. Late 1949.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:

"Alright. Tapes on. My name is James Cummerham and I need to ask you a few questions to determine your eligibility for this operation. Ummm, first question-"

"Don't. I already know what you're going to ask. The same thing that they asked me when I first arrived in Washington. You were going to ask me about my feelings about the war. Well, I'm gonna answer you. But before I do let me ask you this first. You're in a room with a commie and you have a gun. This commie is but a young man subjected by this horrible ideology. Do you shoot him or turn him in?"

"Well... I guess I would turn him-"

"Wrong. You shoot him in the head then and there. Then you empty your entire mag into his filthy corpse right there and then. You know why. The moment somebody even accepts that communism is a good idea they are lost forever. Communism in a mind or society is like a tree. Its roots are deep down and spawn from the darkness the mind or of society. You can cut the leaves. Prune away its branches. Strip its bark. Even cut the tree itself to the ground and burn it in the brightest of fires. But it will grow again and even stronger. And with growth unchecked, they will strangle away all that is good in a nation and people. That is why all commies must not be regarded as humans. The moment they took that idea is the moment that they have abandoned their countrymen. So, to answer your question. Yes. Yes. Every godless commie that dies a painful death is a good life, maybe even society saved."

"Wow, that is some strong views. Can't say I agree with it all but it lines up with what we need. Bit drastic. WIll have to note it."

"Next question."

"How would you describe your personality?"

"Alright, this might be a while since I detest leaving no stone unchecked. I guess I got a bit of hatred in my brain at all times. Some even say it makes me a bit moody at times. But it stems from good reasons. Let's start at the beginning. The strongest memory I have of my younger days are those Jap bastards burning down my village. I remember how our house burned and how we had to fish my sister out of embers so we could at least cremate her. I have little of her but from what I can now recall she was a good person that loved me and everyone.

That's when I learned my first lesson. Never trust a Jap. Repeat after me. Never trust a Jap. I think I laughed when I saw the newspapers saying that two of their cities were destroyed in one night. Good riddance.

Lesson two. Always kill a commie on sight. Show no mercy. After those foul Japs left it was at last safe for my family to start our farms again. We thought it safe. How foolish we were. When the war resumed again I left my peaceful job as a farmhand to do my duty in Uncle Chancre Jack, as you Americans called him at the time, great defensive army. I saw combat alright. I saw combat.

I killed my first commie somewhere near Chinchow. I managed to sneak out with my platoon just before the city fell. I saw the city burn from nearly twenty kilometers away.

It was a losing battle. We all knew it but we kept fighting on against the commies insane tactics. Mowing them down on the hillsides of Mukden is one of my finest hours I would say.

I remember what I was doing that day. Just doing a regular patrol on the Yangtze. When I came back the CO looked at me with puppy eyes and asked for me to come with him to his command tent. He told me the news that I had feared for so long. The commies had taken my home town and sacked the whole place for supplies. Apparently, they thought my father, mother, little brother, and grandfather too rich for their tastes. Took them behind the shed. Asked them to dig a ditch. Then shot them in the head.

My next kill after the news... I made sure to castrate him first so that he wouldn't dare breed again. Sent him running tail between legs. Oh, I just realized what I said. Without tail I think would be more appropriate. Anyway, he made good target practice the moment he was a hundred meters out. He was a dead man anyway with such a wound.

So, I guess from the lessons I learned is that you never trust someone who's kin hate you because they will sure as fuck hate you as well. I stay quiet because I honestly have nothing to say. I've seen everything. Killed everything. And I'm ready to kill more."

"Are you aware that the things that you are expected to do on this mission may be morally grey?"

"I don't care. As long as I'm killing commies."

LIKES: (optional)
DISLIKES:(optional)
FEARS: (optional)

BIRTHPLACE: Lijiang
NATIONALITY: China
ETHNICITY: Hakka

MILITARY BACKGROUND:

[*]National Revolutionary Army 1948-1953
[*]Private, 72nd "Dragons Gape" Revolutionary Infantry Division, Lijiang, 1948-1950
US Army 1953-Current
[*]Private 2C

ROLE: Rifleman
AFFILIATION: US. Army.
SKILLS:
WEAPONS:

• M1 Carbine with bayonet
• M1911

EDUCATION:
RANK:
HISTORY:
RP SAMPLES (3):

[Cylarn]

My concern: he's a thirty-five-year-old PFC. Most PFCs serving in the Infantry during the war were much younger. At thirty-five, it would make much more sense for him to be an NCO, Sergeant at the absolute lowest. Could hold a crazy Specialist rank, however.

[The Great Swedish Empire]

My concern: he's a thirty-five-year-old PFC. Most PFCs serving in the Infantry during the war were much younger. At thirty-five, it would make much more sense for him to be an NCO, Sergeant at the absolute lowest. Could hold a crazy Specialist rank, however.

Fixed. Any other feedback?

[Rudaslavia]

I'll try to get my completed app up by tonight or tomorrow. It's a big one.

[Cylarn]

I'll try to get my completed app up by tonight or tomorrow. It's a big one.

Eh, taking my time as well. My wish is to get quite a few more people on board.

[Ubaria]

Still having a bit of trouble working out how to fit a ex-mob book keeper into a south east asian drug plantation.

[Xah]

Still having a bit of trouble working out how to fit a ex-mob book keeper into a south east asian drug plantation.

AirB&B gone wrong

[Herador]

Fingers crossed this is still happening, I was hype as hell for the last one.

NAME: Will Anderson
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE:

I've been over his records, talked to people he used to know, and this is the basics of what I've got:

Anderson has a strong sense of right and wrong, likely hammered into him at a young age, but routinely uses convoluted rationalizations to subvert these and allow himself to maintain a sense of ethics in country. Originally slated for deployment as an artilleryman, Anderson was retasked to Automatic Gunner after an accident at the Twentynine Palms School of Infantry left another recruit in his class injured. Anderson proved to excel in his new position, favoring the power and direct nature of the M60 as well as having a partner to rely on. This reliance is at once something that makes him unsuitable for special operations work and well suited to it. He becomes attached easily, one Drill Instructor noted that he rarely saw Anderson without his Assistant Gunner, an observation that follows all the way into Vietnam.

Despite his coping skills being well developed, Anderson has problems keeping cool under pressure and will panic without someone close by should the situation turn south. When Anderson is cool and focused and there are few better men you want providing overwatch, but when he's under extreme stress his performance slips. He's never broke ranks or fled, but panic does set in.

Anderson is a capable killer, though pointing it out to him in these terms isn't advised. The seven ink tally marks on the back of his helmet are confirmed kills, though if pressed on it, he takes a definitive "It was combat and it was me or him" approach, it is not advised to push him on the morals or ethics of a combat scenario, left to his own devices he'll more than likely find a rationalization that works for him on his own. As his tenure with Force Recon continued, it was noted that his ability to do this went far and beyond what normal people are capable of, this primarily is what made him so valuable. Anderson is capable of convincing himself almost anything is "necessary" with the proper amount of information and prodding. Using this strategy his CO's in Force Reconnaissance have gotten him to engage in kidnapping, torture, and on one occasion murder with simple prodding, though pushing it this far is ill advised. Pushed too far, Anderson will begin to ask hard questions and he will likely go right to his CO or a close friend to work them out. This hasn't ever ended badly, but that isn't a record I'd advise pushing either.

Anderson has no known woman back home, at least no one he writes to, and a brief look into his background shows that from middle school onward he was shy and more than a little awkward, a fact somewhat difficult to come to terms with when you look at him now. His lack of connections back home is a plus, with both his parents and Grandmother gone and his family becoming more distant by the month, he has little tying him to the United States other than a wounded squadmate who has his own problems right now. These same dead parents are something of an issue though, he was in-country when they both died in a fire and by the time news reached Anderson they were already buried and gone. While not a hot button issue for Anderson, he dealt with it neatly at the time and not much is anyway, talk of loved ones and family does cause him to sour somewhat.

Anderson, while competent, is naive. Full stop. The fact he doesn't believe in Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy is a miracle and I'd bet you money you might be able to convince him they exist if you had a week to kill. He's a good soldier aside from this, so take care of him and he'll take care of you, the kid would run into hell and back to pull a buddy out. Shit, he did it in Khe Sanh more than once.

Near as we can tell Anderson is fit for combat in all regards, he has a good head on his shoulders and knows his business, he's just a tad slow. Don't mistake this for something it isn't, he's odd but not dumb and thinking he's a useful idiot is a mistake his CO's made until he was transferred to Force Reconnaissance, and there is a reason he was transferred to Force Reconnaissance.

LIKES: Chocolate bars, cold beer, Football (49's fan), comics, the cold, rain, fresh pack of Lucky Strikes.
DISLIKES: Heat, vodka, fist fights, country songs, cramps.
FEARS: Spiders. Seriously, fucking spiders man.

BIRTHPLACE: San Jose, California
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: Half white, half latino

MILITARY BACKGROUND:

• 1964-1968 Squad Automatic Gunner in the III MAF 3rd Marine Division (Records show several medals for valor earned during the battle of Khe Sanh as well as a purple heart)
• 1968-Current Date Heavy Weapons Specialist 3rd Force Reconnaissance Company

ROLE: The gentleman with the big gun and poor sense of self-preservation (wet-foot)
AFFILIATION: USMC Force Recon
SKILLS:

• Proficient marksman
• Endurance built up due to lugging his M60 around
• Reasonable outdoor knowledge
• Working knowledge of stealth skills
• Able to compartmentalize and cope with things he see's and does remarkably well
• Good throwing arm
• Bare bones medical skills
• Good driver
• Strong swimmer and diver
• Parachutist qualified
• Mountain survival qualified
• Able to pilot small boats

WEAPONS:

• M60 GPMG
• Officially acquired Browning Hi-Power absolutely not taken from an Australian camp
• Ka-Bar
• Entrenching Tool
• Whatever grenades he can manage to find but typically two fragmentation and a smoke.

EDUCATION:

• High school Diploma (N/A)
• Entered the Marine Corps and trained at Camp Pendleton (1964)
• School of Infantry out of Twentynine Palms (1964)

RANK: Lance Corporal
HISTORY:

Born and raised in the Northstate, Will was brought up with the war in the backdrop, a constant hum in the background of his day to day life. He was too young to get war as anything other than a thing on TV that happened far away in the beginning, but as the war escalated he saw the results. Soon neighbors, the sons of his Abuela and mother's friends came home with missing limbs and blank looks, he noticed some never came home at all. His father told him not to worry, they were doing a good thing and something bad had happened to them but it was worth it. The President needed them to help bring freedom to the people of Vietnam, and Will didn't want to let the Reds get ahold of those nice people, did he? Of course he didn't.

He can recall even now the moment that sticks out to him the most about all of this. He was in Mr. Martinez's candy shop with his dad and he saw a man walking down the road outside without an arm, like others that man looked like he was staring at something miles away down the road, not really seeing the people around him and only occasionally taking a drag off his smoke or a swig out of the bottle in the brown paper bag. When he asked his old man, he told Will that he fought to give the people of Vietnam something to live for. "What was he giving them?" Will's dad thought, it was a complicated question Will admits, thinking back, but his dad had an answer like always. He picked up a chocolate bar and gave it to Will.
"You like chocolate, right son?" Of course Will did.
"Well, those kids over there don't get stuff like this, nice stuff that makes them smile. If we help them, they can get stuff like this. That man fought to help make those kids smile."
It wasn't a great example if Will was honest, but it was true enough, he still hasn't seen many Chocolate bars in Vietnam.

He grew up holding onto his father's example though, and many more besides. "Everything has a good reason Will" that's what dad told him, he just had to think of it because sometimes it wasn't obvious. Mom and Dad were good people, Dad worked in the Lucky Strike factory and was always quick with a joke and smiled easily; his Mother did what all good Moms do: she made home perfect, and it was. Will still wakes up some mornings and can almost smell her special cinnamon cookies or a big pot of beef cooking while she rolled homemade tortilla's for that night when her side of the family would come over. His Dad's family didn't stop by much, and that seemed to bother him, but Will never let that bother him, there had to be a good reason.

School wasn't easy for Will, he played Football well enough, but that was mostly because he watched the games every weekend with Dad and Ma and his Abuela. He still smiles when he thinks about those warm summer afternoons. But school. School was hard, studying didn't come naturally to Will and friends even less so. He had a couple, they liked to read comic books and ride their bikes and catch movies on the weekends, his favorite was Rebel Without A Cause, he watched it a lot and even started wearing a red coat. Kids at school called him "Rebel" and they laughed, his friends got mad when they did and almost got into a fight because of it once but Will stopped them, if people were laughing they were having fun and it didn't bother Will either way. He liked his red coat, the people laughing liked his red coat, no big deal, ya know man? It was the other names that hurt.

They called him all sorts of names and Will ignored them but he knew what they meant, they were making fun of his Mom and Abuela. The one person who ever stood up for him besides his buddies was Marlene Finch. She was really nice and always said hi to Will when they passed in the halls and she always smelled like apples, Will had no idea how she did it but it still makes him smile today thinking about it. She stood up for him too, he'd ignore the bullies "Fighting back is what they want you to do." Dad told him, and Will never did, but Marlene did. She got in their faces, and she was so small Will was afraid they'd hurt her but they never did, they backed away when she went at them, she was so brave and it Will a bit jealous if he was honest. He even asked her out to get a malt after school once and she said yes! She was so pretty though, and she smelled like apples and Will had no idea what to say, but she didn't seem bothered though. He stammed on about Superman and Batman and how he was hoping there'd be a crossover between the Justice League and the X-Men, but he didn't think so because one was Marvel and one was DC. Marlene didn't get it, she was super popular and didn't really like comics but she listened and asked a lot of questions, it was one of the best days of Will's life.

But Marlene couldn't stop the bullies every day, and one day Will couldn't take it anymore, they called his Mom something really nasty and Will hit the other Junior in his PE class who said it while they were changing, he hit him hard. He didn't mean to hurt him, not that bad, he just wanted him to not say dumb things about his Ma, but the kid it his head on the corner of a locker. Will didn't see him after that, but he wasn't around for long. His Dad and Ma were sad at first, then mad, then both, and eventually they were just sad. Will was put in front of a Judge and the Judge gave him a choice, the Marines or jail for a long, long time. Will thought for a while, standing there. He could hear his Ma and Abuela sobbing behind him, but he saw something else, in between his cousins and aunts and uncles and everyone else was his Dad, and his Dad had a look on his face Will had seen before. His Dad was telling him that no matter what he did, Will had a debt to owe, he had some manning up to do and he didn't have to be scared, he just had to do it because that was the right thing to do. Then Will remembered the candy store, and if he was going to do the right thing, he was going to do the right thing and help other people smile, he was going to do something good so that he could right the bad thing he did.

"I'd like to join the Marines, Your Honor." and off he went.

His Ma cried, his Abuela cried, everyone else was sad and Will could see it, but not Dad. Dad fought in Korea, he told Will once and only once that he had killed a man over there and right then on the porch the night before he left his Dad told him "Son, you might be forced to hurt a man like I was, but remember this: you do it because you have to do it. It'll hurt to think about but you're fighting and hurting for a good cause, don't forget that."

Will didn't forget.

Basic Training was hard, it was like school but with more running and yelling and nothing Will did ever seemed right, but he knew he had to keep trying. He tried hard too, he didn't do things perfectly but he knew that his Drill Instructor, Drill Instructor Coleman could see how hard he worked because sometimes Drill Instructor Coleman would be about to yell at him, but if no one was around he just talked to Will instead, sometimes he even told him he was doing a really good job and to keep working hard. Drill Instructor Coleman was a lot like his Dad, will figured. Drill Instructor Coleman just wanted them to do things the right way and get really tough so that when they were in the jungle and things were really bad they could deal with it, so even though he kind of hated Drill Instructor Coleman sometimes, Will figured he was just doing his best, and that was good.

Then Will got sent to the desert out east and it was just miserable. Originally he was supposed to work on one of the big guns, moving the shells, and even though it was hot work it was fun. He made buddies with his crew and they were nicer to him than his old classmates, and even though they weren't like his buddies back home they were cool guys. One even read comics and they argued a lot about who could beat who, and they always laughed while they did it, just like his friends back home.

One day though, another boy got hurt on the firing range when his big M60 misfired, some of his fingers came off and he got to go home. One of the Rangemaster's must have heard Will tell his friend how cool the M60 was because a few days later he was transferred over and was going to be a Gunner! He was much better at being a Gunner, and even though some of the other guys thought it was hard to do all the ranging and remember all the things they had to about their guns Will loved every second of it. He scored top marks out of all the Gunners in his company and graduated with honors, he even got to deploy with his good buddy Frankie Wilcox who was his Assistant Gunner in Infantry School and he'd be his Assistant Gunner in Vietnam too!

Vietnam was kind of like Twentynine Palms. Sort of. It was hot, but that was about it, and it was a different kind of heat. Vietnam was sticky and uncomfortable and everything crawled around, Will had a hard time at first but Frankie had his back, and Will made sure he had Frankie's. Frankie even knew about Will's Ma and never made fun of him or anything! For a few years they patrolled, and drank beer, and smoked, and read and reread comics that their families sent to them(Will got Frankie into comics, Frankie liked Spiderman the best, but Frankie was his friend so Will never gave him a hard time about it). When Will got the news his Ma and Dad and Abuela died it was already way too late to go home for the funeral and the clerks at base said he had a fat chance of getting the leave anyway, and even though Will was really sad about it all Frankie helped him out a lot. He told Will what he needed to hear when he needed to hear it and Will always made sure Frankie was safe and had what he needed in return.

But then the Battle of Khe Sanh happened. It wasn't called the Battle of Khe Sanh then though, it was just "this bullshit" and it really was bullshit. A lot of hard fighting happened and Will and Frankie did their best and helped a lot of guys get out safe with their cover fire, Will even covered Frankie and helped him pull guys out of some bad spots a bunch of times, they got medals and everything! But at the end Will and Frankie were some of the last out and Frankie got hit really badly when a mortar round landed close to him. Will tried really hard to keep Frankie ok, he even did what the Corpsmen taught him exactly how they taught him, but Frankie wasn't ok. When Will went to visit him Frankie's face looked really bad and he didn't have legs anymore. Will was so sorry, he couldn't stop apologizing and even cried a little but Frankie told him it was ok, he was crying too, he told Will that Will saved him and caught a bullet for him and that Frankie would never forget that Will was his brother. Frankie promised him that no matter what all Will had to do was find him and Will would have a home.

Will thought about it really hard after Frankie left, but he got a good offer to keep going in the Marines. He'd get to join Force Recon, a real tough group of guys and they'd do real important work. Turns out Will was good at it too. The training was on the job and always really hard but Will learned a lot and his squad was like a family. They did the tough stuff no one else could and the information they brought back helped keep those other GI's safe, that's what Captain Cabrini told Will. He had to do some bad stuff too, but Will doesn't think about that if he can avoid it.

One day Captain Cabrini came into Will's tent and told him he had a really special job, something from way high up and it was very important work. Will agreed, of course, if it was important it was important, and if they thought Will could do it, he should do it.

RP SAMPLES (3): My games die too quickly and I've been AWOL for a long time, so I got little to nothing recent.

[Electic]

Tentative tag. Even if its just to read the IC, this sounds amazing.

[Vacif]

So how're things? What do we need?

[Cylarn]

So how're things? What do we need?

Honestly, I want to buff up our numbers, but interest quite hasn't caught on the way I would like it to. In addition, real life is always encroaching, but in any case, I would like to see more apps.