The Grand Borgerkrig (OOC/Sign Up)

[Treko]

App:
Name: Edouard Deurish
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:

(Image)

Side (Nationalist or Libertarians): Nationalist
Rank: Private
Military Position: Footsoldier
Equipment: His uniform, rifle, bayonet, cartridges, cartridge box, canteen, knapsack, journal, pencil, crucifix, Bible

Bio:

Edouard Deurish was born to a poor family in one of the major cities of Treko. A quiet, surly youth, he was left orphaned by the age of 17 and was forced into the factories to stay alive. A devout Christian, he has worked hard all his life, and now is outraged by the treason of his fellow countrymen. He joined the army as soon as the war broke out, and has found the soldier's life to be an invigorating experience. He hopes to become a Sergeant before the war is over, so he can gather enough money to find a wife and support a family.

RP Samples: Unfortunately don't have one, but I'm familiar with the rules/customs and would be happy to submit a writing sample if you're feeling nervous about me.

I would like to see a writing sample.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

Hey, Ayzure, you want some connection between our characters.
Mine was a devout christian as well, and a sympathetic factory owner (short work days, longer breaks, paid leave, etc)

[Neu Engollon]

Name: Gennaro Bolacci
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance(Height, Weight, Hair, Eyes, or just a pic): 5'7", 140, Black hair, Green eyes
Side(Nationalist or Libertarians): Libertarians
Rank: Corporal
Military Position: Common Soldier in the Libertarian Army
Equipment: Musket, bayonet, ruck, journal, hardtack, pocket knife, family picture, twine ball, canteen, small whiskey flask

Bio: Gennaro is a Neu Engollonian immigrant that came to find his fortune in Treko before the troubles. He had enough money to buy a farm, but was somehow scammed out of that land by a skeezy developer, who Gennaro is convinced had Nationalist leanings. Not able to find a steady job and swindled several times, Gennaro learned some hard life lessons. He soon became a vagabond, travelling the country doing odd jobs and trying to stay out of trouble. When rumblings of war occurred, he made sure to make his way to Libertarian lines. He signed up at the nearest Libertarian militia recruiting office ready to stick it to the Nationalists, but not really aware or caring of politics beyond that.

RP Samples:
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Accepted, I've noticed you put musket. It's 1870, you would have a Dreyse needle gun.

Thanks.
Of course I would have a Dreyse Needle gun. Could you maybe give me a link to that weapon or describe it for me? I will be happy to replace his kit with whatever a Trekkish (Trekkian?) soldier of the period would have, but I didn't know.

[Treko]

Accepted, I've noticed you put musket. It's 1870, you would have a Dreyse needle gun.

Thanks.
Of course I would have a Dreyse Needle gun. Could you maybe give me a link to that weapon or describe it for me? I will be happy to replace his kit with whatever a Trekkish (Trekkian?) soldier of the period would have, but I didn't know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreyse_needle_gun, just Trekkish.

[Ayzure]

I would like to see a writing sample.

Edouard's heart pounded as he marched forward, his brow drenched in sweat from the midday sun and the thick, rough-spun wool of his red-and-grey uniform. In the distance he heard the rippling roar of needle-gun volleys and the distant cannonade as the flank companies began to engage each other. An officer raised his sword and roared the command to halt. The company came to an abrupt stop, their boots tramping down the long grass.

Edouard gritted his teeth, clutching his rifle at port arms, wishing he could see the field ahead. Lines of men blocked his view, and the stench of the sweat around him bit at his nostrils. In his heart he knew why he was here, knew that he was simply a pawn in a scheme far greater and more noble than himself, but the fear still gnawed incessantly at his stomach. He felt nauseous, dizzy, but stood ramrod straight as he had been trained.

The officer called out another command and the first rank knelt to deliver fire. Edouard thought he could glimpse the enemy through the gaps in the line -- the Libertarians, their column wheeling into position. Was that cavalry on their flank? Lancers? His mind raced and turned to his faith. Father... I trust in you; do not let me be put to shame, nor let my enemies triumph over me., he silently prayed, feeling for the crucifix underneath his tunic.

The first lines fired a deafening volley that made him startle. Smoke enveloped the line and Edouard found himself pushed forward by the men behind. He gripped his rifle tighter. As he stepped into position, he finally saw the foe, reeling from the first volley. He saw the wounded, pitched to the ground like rag dolls, screaming and clutching bloodied limbs. His stomach turned and he felt as if he would vomit.

"PRE-SENT!" roared the officer.

Edouard leveled his rifle toward the Libertarians. He suddenly felt a panic at where his bullet would go. Into the head of some father? Into the gut of some son! My God, he thought to himself, what is this madness?

"FIRE!"

He pulled the trigger and the rifle recoiled into his shoulder, obscuring the enemy lines once again in a puff of smoke.

Hey, Ayzure, you want some connection between our characters.
Mine was a devout christian as well, and a sympathetic factory owner (short work days, longer breaks, paid leave, etc)

(Assuming I'm accepted) Yes, perhaps Edouard worked at your factory for a length of time and is familiar with you.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

can someone get a list of characters up?
Also, may I add the Local Police Garrison to my troops? I want my guy to be highly respected in the town, so it would make sense that the local police and fire brigade listen to him.

[Treko]

I would like to see a writing sample.

Edouard's heart pounded as he marched forward, his brow drenched in sweat from the midday sun and the thick, rough-spun wool of his red-and-grey uniform. In the distance he heard the rippling roar of needle-gun volleys and the distant cannonade as the flank companies began to engage each other. An officer raised his sword and roared the command to halt. The company came to an abrupt stop, their boots tramping down the long grass.

Edouard gritted his teeth, clutching his rifle at port arms, wishing he could see the field ahead. Lines of men blocked his view, and the stench of the sweat around him bit at his nostrils. In his heart he knew why he was here, knew that he was simply a pawn in a scheme far greater and more noble than himself, but the fear still gnawed incessantly at his stomach. He felt nauseous, dizzy, but stood ramrod straight as he had been trained.

The officer called out another command and the first rank knelt to deliver fire. Edouard thought he could glimpse the enemy through the gaps in the line -- the Libertarians, their column wheeling into position. Was that cavalry on their flank? Lancers? His mind raced and turned to his faith. Father... I trust in you; do not let me be put to shame, nor let my enemies triumph over me., he silently prayed, feeling for the crucifix underneath his tunic.

The first lines fired a deafening volley that made him startle. Smoke enveloped the line and Edouard found himself pushed forward by the men behind. He gripped his rifle tighter. As he stepped into position, he finally saw the foe, reeling from the first volley. He saw the wounded, pitched to the ground like rag dolls, screaming and clutching bloodied limbs. His stomach turned and he felt as if he would vomit.

"PRE-SENT!" roared the officer.

Edouard leveled his rifle toward the Libertarians. He suddenly felt a panic at where his bullet would go. Into the head of some father? Into the gut of some son! My God, he thought to himself, what is this madness?

"FIRE!"

He pulled the trigger and the rifle recoiled into his shoulder, obscuring the enemy lines once again in a puff of smoke.

Hey, Ayzure, you want some connection between our characters.
Mine was a devout christian as well, and a sympathetic factory owner (short work days, longer breaks, paid leave, etc)

(Assuming I'm accepted) Yes, perhaps Edouard worked at your factory for a length of time and is familiar with you.

An excellent post! Definitely accepted.

can someone get a list of characters up?
Also, may I add the Local Police Garrison to my troops? I want my guy to be highly respected in the town, so it would make sense that the local police and fire brigade listen to him.

Yeah, fine with me. I'll try and get the list up, but I'm going to be creating my app.

[Neu Engollon]

Thanks.
Of course I would have a Dreyse Needle gun. Could you maybe give me a link to that weapon or describe it for me? I will be happy to replace his kit with whatever a Trekkish (Trekkian?) soldier of the period would have, but I didn't know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreyse_needle_gun, just Trekkish.

OK, got it. Thanks.

[Treko]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreyse_needle_gun, just Trekkish.

OK, got it. Thanks.

No problem. Don't want to have you march out with a musket, a devastating thought.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

Wait, so just making sure
all German made weapons from 1860 are fair game for my factory?
Just wondering.

[Treko]

Wait, so just making sure
all German made weapons from 1860 are fair game for my factory?
Just wondering.

Basically, anything up to the point of 1870 is fair game. I will be putting up the gear of the common soldier.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

Wait, so just making sure
all German made weapons from 1860 are fair game for my factory?
Just wondering.

Basically, anything up to the point of 1870 is fair game. I will be putting up the gear of the common soldier.

no mauser?
Alright.

[Treko]

Basically, anything up to the point of 1870 is fair game. I will be putting up the gear of the common soldier.

no mauser?
Alright.

If you mean the Mauser 71?

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

no mauser?
Alright.

If you mean the Mauser 71?

yeah.
That's after 1870.

[Treko]

If you mean the Mauser 71?

yeah.
That's after 1870.

Right, but after the year changes you can start producing it.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

yeah.
That's after 1870.

Right, but after the year changes you can start producing it.

[Treko]

Right, but after the year changes you can start producing it.

You were for Libertarians or Nationalist?

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

I'm a nationalists arms manufacturer who also has a criminal past, and changed his life completely around.
Read my App

[Treko]

I'm a nationalists arms manufacturer who also has a criminal past, and changed his life completely around.
Read my App

I did and I can't believe I missed that.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

Bascially, it's like this.
He was born in extreme poverty to a family that couldn't afford to feed him.
So, he became a pickpocket, but was sentenced to 15 years in jail because the judge was an old idiot.
After 15 years, he gets out. Breaks out more accurately, but that's not important.
Anyways, he finds a bible, reads it, and immediatley changes into an honest man, no longer the thug he was before.
Now, he owns an arms manufacturing firm, and loves all people. He is, however, afraid of the police, which ironically enough, respect him, not knowing the truth about his past.

[Treko]

App:
Name: Augustus Karl Von Schwertz
Age: 65
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Side: Nationalist
Rank: General of the Nationalist Army
Military Position: Commander of the Eastern Front
Equipment: Colt Model 1862 Pocket Navy, Pattern 1796 light cavalry sabre, Military Uniform, Golden academy ring, Binoculars, Horse
Bio: Born into a well known aristocratic family, Augustus had a well off lifestyle but he didn't let that cloud his judgement of the people who didn't have it so well off. He was a smart young child which his father took note of, and at the of 20 his father sent him off to military boarding school. Years passed and with his knew found knowledge, Augustus left the boarding school and entered a reputable military academy. At the age of 35, Augustus graduated from boarding school and entered the military as a decorated officer. The years in the military molded and shaped a new Augustus, he spent most of his years commanding in the independent provinces which he help unite with the United Republic. After successfully rising through the ranks, Augustus was finally dubbed General of the Army. In 1870, Augustus devised the plan to launch the massive assault against the Libertarians after the secession and attack. He is calculating and stern, he sees any Libertarian as a traitor, if he would execute them he would but rules of engagement deny him that.
RP Samples: I'm OP

Troops: 35,000 Infantrymen, 2,500 Calvary, 30 12-pounders, 60 6-pounders, 19 9-pounders, 16 Gatling Guns.

Gear/ Equipment of Nationalist and Libertarians forces

Dreyse needle gun x1
Sword Bayonet x1
Knapsack x1
Colt Model 1860 New Army x1
A weeks rations x1
Canteen x1
Toiletries x1
Red/Grey Uniform or Light Green/Light Grey Uniform x1
Cartridges x100
Cartridge Boxes x2
Extra Needle(firing Pin) x3
Jackboot's x1
Black belt x1
Extra Uniform x1
Red/Black/Grey or Light Green/Black/Grey Forage cap x1
Bedroll x1

[Skakova]

App:
Name: Fredrik Fritz Von Dolch
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Side: Libertarians
Rank: General of the Libertarian Army
Military Position: General of the Western Front
Equipment: Colt M1861 Navy, Officer's Rapier, Binoculars, Military Uniform, Horse, Spyglass
Bio: The Dolch family, once a well known aristocratic family, now it's forgotten in the dust like it's once great history. Fredrik was born during the greatness of his families fame, he was loved by his father who sent him off to boarding school with his friend, Augustus Karl. The two of them excelled through the school, earning tops marks, it was a lovely life. At the age of 32, Fredrik took over his families estate after his fathers death. Being primarily a Libertarian, Fredrik was outraged when the candidate wasn't elected, he supported the political secession. In January 31, when the Libertarians seceded, Fredrik left back to his families manor in eastern Treko. He was dubbed General of the Army, Fredrik planned the assault on the Nationalist fort. He is a clam calculating fellow, but don't let that fool you, he will use this to take advantage of you.
RP Samples: You asked for me.

Troops: 33,000 Infantrymen, 3,200 Calvary, 40 12-pounders, 35 6-pounders, 9-pounders.

[Treko]

App:
Name: Fredrik Fritz Von Dolch
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Image)
Side: Libertarians
Rank: General of the Libertarian Army
Military Position: General of the Western Front
Equipment: Colt M1861 Navy, Officer's Rapier, Binoculars, Military Uniform, Horse, Spyglass
Bio: The Dolch family, once a well known aristocratic family, now it's forgotten in the dust like it's once great history. Fredrik was born during the greatness of his families fame, he was loved by his father who sent him off to boarding school with his friend, Augustus Karl. The two of them excelled through the school, earning tops marks, it was a lovely life. At the age of 32, Fredrik took over his families estate after his fathers death. Being primarily a Libertarian, Fredrik was outraged when the candidate wasn't elected, he supported the political secession. In January 31, when the Libertarians seceded, Fredrik left back to his families manor in eastern Treko. He was dubbed General of the Army, Fredrik planned the assault on the Nationalist fort. He is a clam calculating fellow, but don't let that fool you, he will use this to take advantage of you.
RP Samples: You asked for me.

Troops: 33,000 Infantrymen, 3,200 Calvary, 40 12-pounders, 35 6-pounders, 9-pounders.

Good, you finally made it. Accepted.

[The Fourth Farthings of the Shire]

Whoah, friends at war?
Interesting twist coming up here.

[Treko]

Whoah, friends at war?
Interesting twist coming up here.

Yup, I asked him to do it.