Nation Long IC Name: The Holy Balican Empire
Head of State: Holy Emperor Robert Arden
Head of Government: Same as above
Military Head of forces in this conflict: Brigadier General Charles Hewitt.
Chief Diplomat of country in this conflict: Grand Duke Timothy Schneider.
Active Military Personnel: 150,114
Reserve Military Personnel: 450,000
Current forces being sent(No need for app to send additional forces, just ooc permission): ≈ 15,000 (Total number at any one point, will be rotated out for other troops regularly.)
Supporting: Egyptian Revivalist Army
Strategic objectives: Cut the teeth of new recruits in real combat, support the rise of another nationalist country, improve relations with other supporting nations.
RP Sample:
The following is part a previous origin story for my national founder. It's the only thing I had long enough without combining multiple posts and cutting out people between them. A couple things to know going in, Alexander has schizophrenia and the U.S. had collapsed into a civil war so the Balicans moved into Iceland to escape the growing global turmoil. Baylee is his sister.
2:53 A.M. September 24, 2032,
Alexander was awake late into the night, thinking, worrying, planning, and most importantly, hoping. While he was looking around in the attic he found an old dagger of sorts. It was covered in dust, and kind of rusty, but it still had an edge on it. He kept it next to his bedding arrangement on the other side of the revolver.
3:15 A.M.
Alexander was almost asleep when he heard a rapid succession of gunshots, the like of which he had only heard in movies. He sat up and reached around for his revolver, even though he had never shot, except for a ranges, he decided it would be better to be prepared. In the house, he heard pistol shots sound out. The gun in the yard was sounding in tune with the pistol, there was a shoot-out happening only 20 feet away from him. He stood up and got ready the go down the stairs, but remembered the dagger he found. "It might come in handy," he thought as he ran over to grab it. As soon as he picked it back up, a crashing sound was heard on the doors of the first floor. There were grunts that soon sounded as well as screaming. Foot steps were heard going up the stairs as more and more were heard down stairs. More pistol and rifle shots sounded from different locations but were all quickly silenced by the rapid-fire weapons. Alex peaked out the crack in the attic hatch, he saw people down the room his family was in, two to be exact. He held his revolver ready, but he was shaking so bad he would miss by a few feet at least. He was going to take a shot, when a warm, calming sensation came over him. He took a deep breath, and shot. BANG One of the men had half of his head on the wall and as the other looked around for what had happened... BANG He was dropped too. He froze up as he heard a voice in the back of his head tell him,
"You did what you had to. Don't fear. Your job will not end tonight. Go finish it." Upon hearing this voice, Alex climbed down from the attic and walked over to the stairwell. He heard footsteps and peaked around the corner waiting for them to come into view, with his pistol at head height. A man with some form of assault rifle turned around the corner and was struck dead in an instant. The voice once more spoke, "Go down. No harm will come to you." This time the voice carried a surge of adrenalin and a new feeling, bloodlust. He ran down the stairs and saw two men rummaging through the food pantry. BANG BANG the two collapsed onto the floor. Alexander ran around the corner when a man with an axe was waiting for him. Alex swung the pistol to get a shot off, but the man pulled it from his hand and tossed it across the room, before he pulled the axe up behind him. Alex instinctively reached for the dagger on his belt. As the axe began it's descent Alex slipped the dagger in the man's gut and reached for the axe neck. The man felt faint after getting stabbed in the intestines, but the axe was coming down. Alex put his hand on the side of it and pushed it away, as he stepped to the side. THUNK The axe embedded itself in the floor. Alex pushed harder and soon the man began moving backward against the wall. Alex gave a final, both handed, push with the dagger, sticking it in the wall. He grabbed the revolver up again and saw the door of where his family was, had been opened. He sprinted up the stairs where he saw a man holding his sister by the neck with a knife to it. He said, "Look kid, you're just like us, you kill to get what you want, and so do we,"
The voice came back in his head, "This man will die! Kill him right now! He must die if the plan is to work!" the same warm wave hit him as before. Alex held the pistol up to aim at the man. "Woah, woah, woah there now!" the man said as he put the knife closer to Baylee's neck, "You don't want to do that now do you?"
The voice again said,
"Kill him now! She will be fine! He must die! God wills it!" Alex closed one eye, aimed and shouted,
"GOD WILLS IT!" Upon seeing the action that Alex just decided to take, the man moved his hand to cut her throat, but instead took a bullet between the eyes. Baylee dropped to the floor gasping for air as Alex walked in and saw his parents in a bloody mess. He gritted his teeth and once more he said it, but quietly this time[small]"God wills it."[/small]
2:53 A.M. September 24, 2032,
Alexander was awake late into the night, thinking, worrying, planning, and most importantly, hoping. While he was looking around in the attic he found an old dagger of sorts. It was covered in dust, and kind of rusty, but it still had an edge on it. He kept it next to his bedding arrangement on the other side of the revolver.
3:15 A.M.
Alexander was almost asleep when he heard a rapid succession of gunshots, the like of which he had only heard in movies. He sat up and reached around for his revolver, even though he had never shot, except for a ranges, he decided it would be better to be prepared. In the house, he heard pistol shots sound out. The gun in the yard was sounding in tune with the pistol, there was a shoot-out happening only 20 feet away from him. He stood up and got ready the go down the stairs, but remembered the dagger he found. "It might come in handy," he thought as he ran over to grab it. As soon as he picked it back up, a crashing sound was heard on the doors of the first floor. There were grunts that soon sounded as well as screaming. Foot steps were heard going up the stairs as more and more were heard down stairs. More pistol and rifle shots sounded from different locations but were all quickly silenced by the rapid-fire weapons. Alex peaked out the crack in the attic hatch, he saw people down the room his family was in, two to be exact. He held his revolver ready, but he was shaking so bad he would miss by a few feet at least. He was going to take a shot, when a warm, calming sensation came over him. He took a deep breath, and shot. BANG One of the men had half of his head on the wall and as the other looked around for what had happened... BANG He was dropped too. He froze up as he heard a voice in the back of his head tell him,
"You did what you had to. Don't fear. Your job will not end tonight. Go finish it." Upon hearing this voice, Alex climbed down from the attic and walked over to the stairwell. He heard footsteps and peaked around the corner waiting for them to come into view, with his pistol at head height. A man with some form of assault rifle turned around the corner and was struck dead in an instant. The voice once more spoke, "Go down. No harm will come to you." This time the voice carried a surge of adrenalin and a new feeling, bloodlust. He ran down the stairs and saw two men rummaging through the food pantry. BANG BANG the two collapsed onto the floor. Alexander ran around the corner when a man with an axe was waiting for him. Alex swung the pistol to get a shot off, but the man pulled it from his hand and tossed it across the room, before he pulled the axe up behind him. Alex instinctively reached for the dagger on his belt. As the axe began it's descent Alex slipped the dagger in the man's gut and reached for the axe neck. The man felt faint after getting stabbed in the intestines, but the axe was coming down. Alex put his hand on the side of it and pushed it away, as he stepped to the side. THUNK The axe embedded itself in the floor. Alex pushed harder and soon the man began moving backward against the wall. Alex gave a final, both handed, push with the dagger, sticking it in the wall. He grabbed the revolver up again and saw the door of where his family was, had been opened. He sprinted up the stairs where he saw a man holding his sister by the neck with a knife to it. He said, "Look kid, you're just like us, you kill to get what you want, and so do we,"
The voice came back in his head, "This man will die! Kill him right now! He must die if the plan is to work!" the same warm wave hit him as before. Alex held the pistol up to aim at the man. "Woah, woah, woah there now!" the man said as he put the knife closer to Baylee's neck, "You don't want to do that now do you?"
The voice again said,
"Kill him now! She will be fine! He must die! God wills it!" Alex closed one eye, aimed and shouted,
"GOD WILLS IT!" Upon seeing the action that Alex just decided to take, the man moved his hand to cut her throat, but instead took a bullet between the eyes. Baylee dropped to the floor gasping for air as Alex walked in and saw his parents in a bloody mess. He gritted his teeth and once more he said it, but quietly this time[small]"God wills it."[/small]
