Antediluvian Secrets (official POC worldbuilding thread)

[The Almighty Bob]

Totally fine, yeah. AT gunner works.

Oh, and if it's okay, I'd rather he were a Private. There's a lot of LCpl's in Alpha as it is.

I just made him an LC because he already has 5 years, but it's fine if he's a private.

[Old Craet]

Is it possible to have two characters?

You're not only allowed, but encouraged to have more than one character.

Oh.

[Hornesia]

Are we going to have fireteams within squads?

[Old Craet]

Are we going to have fireteams within squads?

I hope.

[Transoxthraxia]

Disclaimer: I got the bright, idiot idea while half asleep to do the applications in-character to slightly flesh out their personality. If you don't like it I'll fix it up tomorrow, just let me know.

Also, still WIP.

Name: "The name's Mithras Cenricing, you've probably heard of me?"
Age: "Who's asking? Oh... You? Okay. Twenty nine."
Sex/gender: "Open your eyes, what are you, bl- Oh, this is for a form? Male."

Rank: [I have this overwhelming feel a marksman would be a Lance Corporal. If not, let me know. Perhaps we could call marksmen "Specialists"?] "I'm a Lance Corporal, look at this polished brass. I saw you eyeing it."
Years of service: [Mithras cackles, clasping his hands together, seemingly remembering something. He speaks a moment later.] "This'll be my ninth year serving with the <Expletive Deleted, disciplinary actions recommended.> Fourth."
Civilian occupation: "What was I before this? Oh, God, we've been military men all the way down the line. I mean, I had a summer job as a mechanic, once..."
Nobility: "Do I look like a fuckin' noble to you?"

Preferred role:

• Marksman
• Support Gunner
• AT Gunner

Preferred squad/platoon: [It would be interesting to pair marksmen and send them out into the field.]

Appearance: Here. He's about 6'3, weighs about one hundred and seventy pounds, and has deep, ice-blue eyes. His voice sounds like this, the first man to speak. His hair, which he keeps longer than regulation length, is usually spiked up.

---

Name: "My full n-name is Julia Cenricing, sir."
Age: "I'm twenty one, sir."
Sex/gender: "Female." [There is a pause] "Sir."

Rank: "Private."
Years of service: "This will be my second month of service, Sir."
Civilian occupation: "Before I was enlisted, I helped my mother out on her farm."
Nobility: "No sir, not nobility."

Preferred role:

• Rifleman
• Rifleman
• Rifleman

Preferred squad/platoon: Any, really.

Appearance: Like this, again, like her brother, with black hair and ice-blue eyes. Unlike the picture, though, she has lighter skin, like her brother, and stands quite notably shorter than her brother, only 5'4 and weighing around one hundred and twenty pounds. Her hair is kept at short, regulation length.

---

If allowed, I might make a third Cenric.

[Bone Fort]

Name: Gregor Gideon Guy
Age: 37
Sex/gender: Male

Rank: Master Sergeant Shooter Sergeant Person (specific kind of Sgt. depends on what role I get)
Years of service: 20
Civilian occupation: Author
Nobility:

Preferred role: Company Sergeant Major, Platoon Sergeant
Preferred squad/platoon:

Appearance: Exceedingly tall (6'7'') and sinewy. Fairly extensive scarring all over body (20 years active combat tends to add up). Close cropped dark hair. Blue eyed, has anisocoria.

EDIT: Just removed the "perpetually smiling" bit. Felt it would lock him in too much as a character.

[Republic of Hasgriu]

Name: Vergil Lynton
Age: 27
Sex/gender: Male.

Rank: Lance Corporal, if not then Private
Years of service: 4
Civilian occupation: Bear Hunter-exterminator
Nobility:

Preferred role:
Marksman
Vehicle Gunner
Rifleman
Preferred squad/platoon:

Appearance:

Name: Dayle Page
Age:28
Gender: M

Rank: Private
Years of service: 2
Civilian occupation : Tailor
Nobility:

Preferred role :
Vehicle Gunner
Rifleman
Mortar Operator

Appearance: [spoiler ][/spoiler]

[Toishima]

I like the concept. Will join, with one stoned-to-hell slacker dude who's been around some and a medic who happens to be a fourth-generation foreigner.

EDIT: Removed foreigner-dude in favour of straight-man first-year young girl who is also a medic. Also switched to the IC-style applicationieren.

Name: "Yo... Derrick Warren back again, my maaaaaaan."
Age: "Ya' need ta' ask, man? 29! I'm back, yeah."
Sex/gender: "I'm a flyin' rainbow pony. What does it look like, man?"

Rank: "I'm still a Lance Corporal... Right? Or did I really get demoted to Private again? I swear, man, that DUI was completely unwarranted." (If there are too many LCs, just kick him down)
Years of service: "Eighth year back at the lawless front, smokin' weed- I mean, Precambrians. Yeah."
Civilian occupation: "Ngeeeh, I've been here and there. Was even a plumber once. Always got fired for firin' up. Get it? Heh."
Nobility: -Soldier breaks into laughter for several minutes- "Fuckin' joke, my man. Shit, yeah, back in the army. S'ry, Sir. Yeah."

Preferred role:
1. Driver (IFV)
2. Vehicle gunner (IFV)
3. Rifleman

Preferred squad/platoon: "Just put me back where the fightin's hot and the girls are hotter. Heh, heheh. Sir."

Appearance: Tall and lanky and quite thin, though he is surprisingly strong despite appearances. Has messy blonde hair that he never cuts even when ordered to. Often has a disshelved appearance. Tends to be surrounded by a cloud of smoke everywhere he goes, and can often be found stoned out of his mind or at least drunk, yet still sober enough to somehow pass inspections or get shit done.

Name: "Adelaide Heyd-. No, Adelaide Orchid Meadow. Sir."
Age: "24 years old. Sir."
Sex/gender: "Female. Sir."

Rank: "I am a Private. Sir."
Years of service: "None yet. Sir."
Civilian occupation: "General Medical Practitioner. Si- Stop doing that? Sir, regulations clearly state that- Yes, sir."
Nobility: "None, sir. But I honour them and respect their contributions to our society."

Preferred role:
1. Medic
2. Rifleman
3. Support gunner

Preferred squad/platoon: "I do not have the right to choose, sir. Regulations do not permit it."

Appearance: 175 cm, with a pale complexion. Bespectacled. Shoulder length black hair with straight bangs, often tied back to the preferred length as per regulations. Uniform and equipment always at perfect condition and in order.

[Mincaldenteans]

Here you go, Ayr, all boxes should display fine... I hope >_>

Let me know if something needs fixing -nodnod-

Will app tomorrow evening... ish.

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(Not quite finished yet, I'm putting this up because I've shit to do but can't wait.)

[box][blocktext][size=200][b]PRETTY OKAY COMPANY[/b][/size]
[i]An Ayreonia Roleplay[/i]
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[align=center][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lU09DYCOWjc]Let's kick this off with some fittingly patriotic music![/url][/align]
[align=center][size=140]Welcome to the front, soldier![/size][/align]

Whether by the guidance of Fate's gentle hand, or by choosing of your own, you're here: the Fourth Armored Division of the Royal Antediluvian Army. In either case, congratulations are in order. You've probably read all the official documents that the postman tried to drown you in. Confusing, weren't they? That's why we, actual soldiers of the 4th, have lovingly prepared this small primer for you. We hope it will answer any and all questions you have. If not, don't be afraid to ask your new brothers in arms. We don't bite. Just steer clear of Major Edrich, he's a jackass.

Let's start by telling you that this introduction will be honest. We won't try to make ourselves look better than we are (you'd find out the truth for yourself anyway, then be angry at us for lying). We're grunts. That's our job. If you joined us for fame or glory, you'd better look elsewhere, and turn back now.

Just kidding! Once you sign up, there's no escape. If you're fond of having a head on your shoulders, that is. And if you want to die, be a sport and do so while catching a bullet for another Fourther, will you?

There, we said it. We're not 1st Para, nor Air Cavalry, nor UNMETA commandos. We're 4th Armored. The Fucking Fourth, they call us, and it's a name we carry with pride. The story behind it has nothing to do with fornication, sadly: legend has it that when our division was first formed as the Royal 4th Infantry, it was thrown into combat without proper training or supplies in an attempt to slow down a major Precambrian assault. When they against all odds not only succeeded, but actually beat the aggressors back, word was sent to HQ, where General Sensus belched out his now-famous line:

[tab=35][i]"The fucking Fourth!? Those people couldn't hold off my grandma's rotting corpse, may she rest in peace."[/i][/tab]

Just so. We do have a reputation for doing shitjobs. If it's boring, dirty or just plain suicidal, our motto comes to life: [i]Bring Forth The Fourth![/i] And the Fourth bitches and moans, curses its superiors to nine hells and back, then gathers its crap and does it.

We do these things because that's who we are.

We might complain, but when the sky splits, when the Soil erupts in flames, and when mammoth shit hits the proverbial fan, it's the Fucking Fourth who stand and fight. We might whine about our officers, but we'd follow them to the end of the world and back. We do these things because we understand that glory isn't a title, or a rank, or a medal. Glory isn't prestige or perfect conduct or empty words. In the end, none of that matters. What matters is that one does their job and survives to reap the results. The optimal result would, of course, be victory for Antediluvia, but we'll make do with securing our country for the next generation or so. We're not that ambitious.

So without further ado... welcome to the front, soldier. Welcome home.

Feel your blood rise? Your stomach tingling with excitement? Do you want to sing the Anthem, cry out patriotic slogans or shoot a Precambrian right now? If yes, that was enough pathos, if not, you're a lost case. Either way, on to practical matters.[/box][hr][/hr]
[floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/vdiujhws3/Army_Rank2.png[/img][spoiler=Ranks]You probably know these from basic training, but let's go over them anyway. Wouldn't want to misidentify an officer and do pushups until the stupid goes away, would you?
[b][u]Privates:[/u][/b]
[b]Levy[/b] -- drafted with no or minimal training. Only deployed in emergencies. If this is you, you're fucked, sorry.
[b]Recruit[/b] -- a soldier in service for six months or less. Pretty rare on the front, but we see them from time to time.
[b]Private[/b] -- the most common enlisted rank. You're probably this. If not, congratulations or condolences.
[b]Lance Corporal[/b] -- granted to long-serving enlisted personnel, often held by vehicle crews and other specialists. Only good for bragging rights, to be honest.

[b][u]Non-commissioned officers:[/u][/b]
[b]Corporal[/b] -- lowest NCO rank, usually junior squad leaders and decorated non-commanding enlisted.
[b]Sergeant[/b] -- promoted squad leaders, vehicle tactical commanders and the like.
[b]Staff Sergeant[/b] -- Holy shit, who brought the Drill Instructor to the front? Well, this is your chance to see if they're as tough as they appeared in Basic. For realsies, a SSgt is probably a Platoon sergeant.
[b]Master Sergeant Shooter Sergeant Person[/b] -- Seriously, there's like a dozen senior enlisted ranks with "sergeant" in them, and even the Ssgt. is old as fuck. If you see one of these, call a geriatrician. In all seriousness, they're badasses who've seen it all, but rare out here.

[b][u]Commissioned officers:[/u][/b]
[b]Lieutenant[/b] -- most junior officer rank. If you're a Knight in civilian life, you're this. Lieutenants usually command platoons.
[b]Senior Lieutenant[/b] -- if a Ltn does well, they might get field promoted to SLtn. Like Lance Corporal, it's mostly an honorific.
[b]Captain[/b] -- company commanders, mostly. Most Captains are Barons in real life.
[b]Major [/b]-- executive officers at battalion level. Mostly seen as a springboard to battalion command.
[b]Lieutenant Colonel[/b] -- usually battalion commanders. Viscounts and Counts.
[b]Colonel [/b]-- commanders of brigades. Counts and Margraves.
[b]General officers[/b] -- hold commands of divisions and higher. We won't make fun of these, because we don't dare. Might even be Dukes.[/spoiler][/floatleft][/box][floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/rsmz09s8j/Army_Grenade2.png[/img][spoiler=Gear][b]
Model 174 assault rifle[/b] -- An idiot-proof 7.62mm assault rifle issued to troops fighting in the Great Forest. Good penetration, almost never jams, easy to clean and fix (if you manage to break it in the first place). Also highly modular. Downsides include weight and overall size. It does have a folding stock, though -- which just happens to be its only part that doesn't really work. Not to be used as a crutch or a spade.

Can be fired in full automatic mode, but is the most efficient with well-placed semi-auto fire.
[b]Six (6) magazines[/b] -- Thirty bullets each. Don't squander them. Return empty magazines to your logistics officer for refill. Don't lose empty magazines.
[b]Rifle cleaning and maintenance set[/b] -- A small waterproof plastic pouch with all the tools you need to keep your rifle working! Includes cleaning rod, sight adjusting tool, small oil bottle (don't loan this to your friends, you'll regret it) and cloth. Comes with a paper tag to write your name and rifle S/N on, which is pretty neat.
[b]Model 166 knife/bayonet[/b] -- Used mostly as a general purpose cutting tool. Great for carving one's initials into trees. Can also be used to stab enemies, but you should probably not let them that close.
[b]Model 166 fragmentation grenades[/b] -- The amount issued varies, usually from zero to two. The classic device every recruit shat their pants practicing with.

[b]Composite helmet[/b] -- Standard protective headwear. Stops most shrapnel and the odd bits of wood and rock flying about. Will not stop bullets. Comes with a net that lets you attach a small bush's worth of vegetation to it.
[b]Ballistic combat vest[/b] -- For too many years, soldiers had to wear both a ballistic and a combat vest. No longer! The M188 BCV will stop most shrapnel while having those PALS links for attaching pouches and the like. The flap at the bottom is not for protecting your genitals, but the veins down there.
[b]Knee/elbow pads[/b] -- Hard plastic pads to protect your joints. While they do look like the pads your mom made you wear when you practiced skateboarding, don't be ashamed to wear them.
[b]Standard woodland camo coat and pants[/b] -- Great for making one blend into the surroundings and slightly worse at keeping water out. Still, fairly comfortable and breathe well.
[b]Combat boots[/b] -- Black leather. Durable and comfortable even on long marches. Treat them well, and they'll thank you by keeping mud and water away from your socks.
[b]Raincoat[/b] -- If it pours like hell, this knee-long hooded raincoat will keep even the worst monsoon out. Kind of hot when it doesn't, so wearing it all the time is not recommended.
[b]Gloves[/b] -- Waterproof!
[b]Underwear, socks, t-shirts, etc.[/b] -- Assorted pieces of fashionable military clothing. Comes in various sizes and colors like green and darker green.

[b]Canteen[/b] -- A handy one-liter plastic bottle. You don't want to get dehydrated, so keep it filled at all times.
[b]Field tin[/b] -- For carrying and eating food.
[b]Spork[/b] -- Is it a spoon? Is it a fork? It's both! Eating has never been easier.
[b]Entrenching tool[/b] -- Basically a small foldable spade, carried in a pouch attached to the tactical vest. Can also be used to hit people.

[b]Assault pack[/b] -- A small backpack for storing the most important items. Left in the IFV when dismounted for combat.
[b]Rucksack[/b] -- Sleeping bags, spare clothes and other camping gear goes here. Usually rides in a truck behind the main force. Remember to put a name tag on it, lest someone else take it.

[u][b]Specialist Gear[/b][/u]

Vehicle crewmen:
[b]Model 180 Pistol[/b] -- A 9 millimeter pistol issued to mounted troops, worn on a thigh holster. Good for self-defense if dismounted, since it can be a hassle to get your rifle out of storage while being shot at.
[b]Pistol magazines[/b] -- Six spares.
[b]Intercom headset[/b] -- To be attached to the regular helmet.

IFV and tank crews wear the same ballistic/tactical vest, but stripped of most pouches, since the vehicle can be a bit cramped.

Other:
[b]Portable radio[/b] -- For keeping in touch with other squads and vehicles.
[b]Model 181 'Slammer' light recoilless gun[/b] -- Anti-tank weapon. Lightweight and easy to use, usually carried in pairs by AT troops. Very effective against Precambrian light vehicles, and can even disable infantry fighting vehicles and tanks with a well-placed shot.
[b]Model 174/s light machine gun[/b] -- a belt-fed, faster-firing variant of the M174 rifle issued to support gunners. Weighs a ton. You regret wanting to be the machine gunner now, don't you?
[b]Model 174/m marksman rifle[/b] -- a long-ranged, 7,62x51mm, semi-automatic battle rifle variant. Wielded by marksmen.[/spoiler][/box][/floatleft][floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/6gfh2l8ab/Army_Vector_edi.png[/img]
[spoiler=Jobs]In the military, you've got to do something. The Second Mechanized Company, of which you're a part of, has been founded with an experimental roster emphasizing light supply elements, high mobility and independence, with jobs that emphasize this. Here's a handy list detailing available roles, sorted by rank.

[b][u]Privates[/u][/b]
[b]Rifleman[/b] -- In the end, every soldier is a rifleman, but while their skill set is a common one, it's very diverse. Designated riflemen hold ground, assault, provide direct fire support and other missions that are too many to list here. A rifleman is characterized by their flexibility and ability to adapt to any and all combat situations.
[b]AT gunner[/b] --Soldiers carrying two Slammer recoilless guns. They work closely with riflemen to hunt down enemy vehicles. Usually fight in pairs.
[b]Support gunner[/b] -- A formidable fighter armed with the M174/s machine gun. The support gunner's job is to suppress enemy troops and positions, allowing friendlies to maneuver freely.
[b]Medic[/b] -- While actual medical personnel serve in their own units, there's a handful of troops in each company who have had more advanced training in first aid. They won't perform miracles, but can give you those precious minutes that can mean the difference between life and death.
[b]Marksman[/b] -- Fancy yourself a crack shot? Sign up for designated marksman duty and start disrupting the foe with your M174/m. These guys are the reason why you don't salute in the field.
[b]Driver[/b] -- No matter how elite, a unit without drivers won't go anywhere. They operate all manners of vehicles, from humble jeeps to the mighty main battle tank. Sounds easy, but not for the faint of heart. If applying, remember to specify the kind of ride you want, or you'll be assigned to whatever's free.
[b]Vehicle gunner[/b] -- The dealers of the company's main punch. If you think an assault rifle is a cute BB gun, this might be the job for you. From twenty to one hundred and twenty millimeters, the selection is huge.
[b]Loader[/b] -- A tank's cannon won't load itself, and a skilled and strong loader plays a huge role in maintaining a steady rate of fire. They also act as assistant commanders of their vehicles. Just a hint: a pretty good position for quick promotion.
[b]Mortar operator[/b] -- Hardly heavy artillery, but even light mortars provide essential indirect fire support for a company. They swear there's nothing more satisfying than the [i]thunk[/i] of an outgoing shell.

[b][u]NCOs[/u][/b]
[b]Squad leader[/b] -- These troops lead their fellow squadmates into battle. Their position is backed by combat experience and/or prior leadership training.
[b]Mortar squad leader[/b] -- Same as above, but for mortar teams.
[b]Fire controller[/b] -- Since mortar crews can't see their targets, they need someone to designate it for them. Fire controllers fight as riflemen, but are burdened by the responsibility to direct fire support. Most say the feeling that comes from bringing death from the skies makes it well worth the extra studying.
[b]Vehicle commander[/b] -- Spotter, rearview mirror, boss. An experienced tanker who's been given the duty to direct a mean machine of death. Driving might be more fun, but these guys are in charge.
[b]Platoon sergeant[/b] -- A senior NCO and the platoon leader's right hand man. A link between the boss and his men. An experienced warrior and people person who both advises and commands. It might sound like a rank, but it's not.
[b]Company sergeant major[/b] -- Holy shit, how do they do it? The CSM does everything: getting food and water, taking care of salaries, bolstering morale and spirit, refilling ammo, organizing leave, etcetera. Usually an older NCO who's too ancient to fight, but uses their considerable experience to make the company's bureaucracy as smooth as possible. A good CSM is worth their weight in gold and is highly respected by both grunt and brass.

[b][u]Officers[/u][/b]
[b]Platoon leader[/b] -- Leads a platoon. Did you really need an explanation?
[b]Executive officer[/b] -- The CO's best buddy. Their word is the commander's word, which makes it law. The prince to the CO's king.
[b]Company commander[/b] -- Squad and platoon leaders may have their turf, but in the end, it's the company commander who runs the place. They're the one who makes the big tactical decisions, and answers directly to battalion level. At the moment of writing this, all positions for company commander (one) are filled. If you want to become one, become an XO and hope for an accident![/spoiler][/box][/floatleft][hr][/hr]
[floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/5j91tpws3/Army_Rules2.png[/img][spoiler=Rules][b]1.[/b] You are a conscript, but be proud of your service. It is a right.
[b]2.[/b] Obey your superiors, respect your peers, counsel your subordinates. Work towards an accepting and warm atmosphere.
[b]3.[/b] You're not only allowed, but encouraged to have more than one character. We have no idea what this means, but we were told to put this here.
[b]4.[/b] If you have a wish to be assigned to a particular squad and/or platoon, it will be taken into consideration. Please note that it is not always possible to realize this wish.
[b]5.[/b] Non-standard issue weapons and gear are allowed, but discouraged. Under no circumstances are you allowed to discard standard issue equipment.[/spoiler][/box][/floatleft][floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/o1dedyek3/Army_App2.png[/img][spoiler=Application]Delete everything in (brackets).

[code][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Sex/gender:[/b] (M or F will suffice. Elaborate if needed.)

[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Years of service:[/b] (If first tour, leave empty.)
[b]Civilian occupation:[/b]
[b]Nobility:[/b] (Also state rank. If not applicable, leave empty.)

[b]Preferred role:[/b] (List up to three in order of preference.)
[b]Preferred squad/platoon:[/b] (If none, leave empty.)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (Description or photo, optional.)[/code][/spoiler][/box][/floatleft][hr][/hr][floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/g13p37n03/Under_Construction_icon_full_size3.png[/img][spoiler=Just Stuff]Alright, pilgrim. We all know you're no wizard. If you were, you'd either wouldn't be serving, or you'd be UNMETA... sorry, just repeating nasty, baseless rumors. Bottom line is, we don't like magic users here. The brass say the Precambrians don't have them, either, but sometimes you see things here in the Forest that make you wonder. If you encounter them, the higher-ups will dismiss it as PTSD, shellshock, or just plain old crazy talk. We've compiled a list of these [i]things[/i], just in case. Oh, and if anybody asks, Sergeant Helenski, Corporal Dupont and Private Arts know nothing of this pamphlet. Arts has tin foil.

[b]"Madness"[/b]

Imagine you're on patrol, sentry duty or any such situation. Boring, right? Well, imagine your teammate getting silent all of a sudden, their movements jerky and awkward, then shooting you. Or the other way around. Or maybe your totally happy and well-adjusted squaddie goes into the woods to take a leak and is found an hour later with a smashed-in face and a bloody shovel in his hand. Weird, right? Some people can really spin a scary tale!

[b]"Lag"[/b]

One recurring story among Great Forest deployees is about the so-called lag, proven to be a particular symptom of combat fatigue. The ones who experience it and survive always tell the same tale, with minor variations: they're in a firefight, when suddenly they experience a strange sense of tiredness, like they can't move their bodies. They look around, only to see their nearby squadmates moving at a crawl, while the rest of the world is completely normal. If they get a glimpse of enemy soldiers in this state, they seem to be moving much faster than what should be possible.

[b]"Spontaneous combustion"[/b]

The Precambrians seem to have fielded some sort of incendiary weapon that can set people and objects on fire without any sort of contact. Troops with an unhealthy interest in old legends claim that Antediluvian mages of old could do that with their minds.

[b]"Ghosts"[/b]

Enemies appearing from thin air. Is it just us, or is this the oldest excuse of a sentry who's fallen asleep, like, [i]ever?[/i]
[b]
"Super armor"[/b]

This is probably a quality control problem with our mass-produced weapons, or a case of bad marksmanship. Enemy tanks have been reported to sustain hits from anti-tank weaponry without even a scratch. These kinds of stories are usually dismissed as crazy talk, but there [i]was[/i] one case with several eyewitnesses. A Precambrian Triarius main battle tank had been flanked and fired upon with several confirmed hits... but no damage, no explosions and no sound from the impacts. It had taken a dozen hits from AT weapons of various calibers before the thing finally burned out. The best part? The four-man crew was taken alive and unharmed. During interrogation, the loader burst into flame and burned to death.[/spoiler][/box][/floatleft][floatleft][box][img]http://s5.postimg.org/hevbyim9f/Oldbooks3.png[/img][spoiler=Backstory][b]Some backstory[/b]

The nations of Antediluvia and Precambria had been at each other's throats for as long as anybody could remember. What had started the conflict, nobody knew or really cared. It was almost like an annual sports event. The winters on the continent of Supercentennaria were brutally cold and long, which forced all military operations to halt. It was an unwritten rule that nobody fought in the winter. There were tales of a Precambrian general who had ordered his division to attack after the snows fell, and as a result he was murdered by his own men. True or not, it wasn't far-fetched. But as soon as the snows melted and you could take a piss outside without your dick freezing off, the Antediluvians hopped onto their IFVs and half-tracks, and the Precambrians rode out on theirs to meet them. The frontlines had not changed significantly for thirty years.

You are a soldier of the Antediluvian Armed Forces, Central Army Group, 2nd Army, 4th "the fucking Fourth" Armored Division, 1st Brigade, Mechanized Battalion, 2nd Mech. Infantry Company, callsign "Werebear". You were conscripted one to four years ago, some of your unit you know from wintertime (during which you have a regular civilian job. Or not. Depends on you), while others are new faces. You might have seen some combat, but the Fucking Fourth aren't yet considered to be a crack unit.

The 4th Armored in its current state has been deployed for seven months now, which is an unusually long time. Autumn is in full swing, which in the Great Forest means lots of rain, warm and humid days and freezing nights. There has been talk of thedibision spending the winter on the front or even advancing, since they have made an unusually successful push deep into Precambrian territory. This has resulted in mixed feelings from the troops: some are upset that they won't be pulled back and will freeze to death in the woods, while some are hopeful that their success means that Antediluvia is winning the war.[/spoiler][/floatleft][/box][/blocktext]

[Palonitr and Howland]

TAGGITY.

[Jessjohnesik]

Tag

[Palonitr and Howland]

Name: Farley Baelton

Age: Last I checked...... 29?
Sex/gender: Male ( Mutters softly, "Do I look like I have tits?" )

Rank: Corporal

Years of service: 3 years ( He thinks out loudly, "I remember that first year. That douche lieutenat Cokesworth had manage to shoot his d**k off!" )

Civilian occupation: Restaurant Cook ( "I can make the best grilled bear meat in the whole country." )

Nobility:

Preferred role:
1. Support Gunner
2. Vehicle Commander ( IFV )
3.Driver ( IFV )

Preferred squad/platoon: ( " Like my last platoon spontaneously combusted while I went to piss right before last winter. So yeaaaaaa, I'm new here. Don't ask, brass is paying me extra not to speak about it." )

Appearance:

http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110825021707/valkyria/images/8/89/Zaka_Profile.png

[Cylarn]

I am brushing up on platoon/squad-level tactics - as well as drink recipes - since I am the Platoon Sergeant/Friendly Neighborhood Bartender.

[Transoxthraxia]

I am brushing up on platoon/squad-level tactics - as well as drink recipes - since I am the Platoon Sergeant/Friendly Neighborhood Bartender.

Mithras can and will be a bit of an alcoholic

[Kisinger]

Tag

[Rupudska]

Name: Deryn Price
Age: 26
Sex/gender: F

Rank: Sergeant
Years of service: 8
Civilian occupation: Bodyguard for some unimportant nobles.
Nobility: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*gasp*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Preferred role: Vehicle [Tank] commander, vehicle [Mobile Artillery] commander, fire controller
Preferred squad/platoon: Nein

Appearance: hue

[Kisinger]

Name:John Tusta
Age:27
Sex/gender:M

Rank:Private
Years of service: 3
Civilian occupation: Former Police Officer
Nobility:

Preferred role: Tank Commander, Marksman, Rifleman
Preferred squad/platoon:

Appearance:

[Cylarn]

Man, I'm looking forward to this. Are there any threats offered by the forest? Like dangerous wildlife or even strange creatures?

[Nature-Spirits]

Man, I'm looking forward to this. Are there any threats offered by the forest? Like dangerous wildlife or even strange creatures?

I kind of feel like it would be cool if magic could be used to mutate animals (or even people) into monster-like creatures that kill indiscriminately. These, of course, would be passed off as either legend or naturally-occurring species.
Or if there were carnivorous plants that have a taste for human flesh. Carnivorous plants would be badass.

[Cylarn]

Man, I'm looking forward to this. Are there any threats offered by the forest? Like dangerous wildlife or even strange creatures?

I kind of feel like it would be cool if magic could be used to mutate animals (or even people) into monster-like creatures that kill indiscriminately. These, of course, would be passed off as either legend or naturally-occurring species.
Or if there were carnivorous plants that have a taste for human flesh. Carnivorous plants would be badass.

Ooooh, it would be fun to fight the Precambrians and a killer forest in a 3-way struggle for survival.

Also, I had an idea. What if we improved the squads by issuing them with a trained military working dog and a handler? Not only would the dog be dangerous if I got into a fight, but it could sniff out enemy troops, explosives, and do other tasks.

[Mincaldenteans]

Name: Alrick zu Heltzer
Age: 26
Sex/gender: Male

Rank: Private
Years of service:
Civilian occupation: Student
Nobility: Edler

Preferred role: Rifleman, Marksman, Driver
Preferred squad/platoon:

Appearance:

[Galdius]

Tagging and bagging.

[The Carlisle]

Sweet merciful Atheismo yes.

Will make an app soon. Currently taking a bath.

[Grenartia]

Name:Solana Vionde
Age: 19
Sex/gender: MtF

Rank: Private
Years of service: 1
Civilian occupation: Mechanic
Nobility: lolnope

Preferred role: Support gunner, Marksman, Rifleman (wants a change of pace from her civie job)
Preferred squad/platoon:
Appearance: Solana in her school uniform just before graduation.

I am brushing up on platoon/squad-level tactics - as well as drink recipes - since I am the Platoon Sergeant/Friendly Neighborhood Bartender.

This should help out with that last part: http://www.drinksmixer.com/

[Nature-Spirits]

Name:Solana Vionde
Age: 19
Sex/gender: MtF

Rank: Private
Years of service: 1
Civilian occupation: Mechanic
Nobility: lolnope

Preferred role: Support gunner, Marksman, Rifleman (wants a change of pace from her civie job)
Preferred squad/platoon:
Appearance: Solana in her school uniform just before graduation.

I am brushing up on platoon/squad-level tactics - as well as drink recipes - since I am the Platoon Sergeant/Friendly Neighborhood Bartender.

This should help out with that last part: http://www.drinksmixer.com/

Your character is MtF, mine is FtM, and they're both mechanics.
They shall be best friends, if not lovers. *nods*