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Parcia wrote:Name:Samantha "Red" Hartford, Cadet Senior Master sergeant.
Nationality: American (birth)
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Age/DOB: 17, July 18th, 1998
Pic/Description: Average teen age skinny, with noticeable muscle tone, lightly tanned skin. Brown eyes, Deep red shoulder length hair kept in a bun (was the only color her CO would approve of, is a natural brunet.)
Occupation: Civil air Patrol Cadet
Immunity: Partial
Equipment:
1x camouflaged 24 hour survival pack
Contains:2x US army national guard standard issue MREs (Scavenged)
1x US army National Guard standard issue field doctors kit (scavenged)
1x Civilian rated first aid kit, small (Owned)
1x Civilian mess kit w/ knife, spork, pan/plate and cup (owned)
1x CAP standard Issue BDU jacket (owned) (worn)
1x CAP standard issue BDU pants (Owned) (worn)
1x CAP standard issue BDU belt, Black (Owned) (worn)
1x US army National Guard standard issue AN/PRC-148 Multiband Inter/Intra Team handheld radio, fully charged (scavenged) (worn)
2x CAP standard issue BDU undershirt, black (owned) (1 worn, 1 stored)
1x Pair military rated, steel toed combat boots, black (owned) (worn)
1x Pair of CAP C/SMSG ranks (owned) (stored)
1x Civilian "Military" green canteen
Belt mounted gear:1x UST 4.0 Para-knife w/ sheath (owned)
1x Colt M1911 .45 caliber side arm (scavenged)
1x US army Standard issue side arm holster (scavenged)
2x Colt .45 magazines (one in gun) (scavenged, total 14 rounds)
1x minimaglite pro flashlight (Owned
4x batteries, AA (owned)
Head gear:
1x CAP standard issue BDU cap (owned)
1x US army National Guard standard issue M40 CBR mask w/ 2 spare filters (scavenged)
1x brown leather wallet (owned)
Contains:1x Florida State Drivers licence (owned)
1x CAP membership card (owned)
$43 in cash (owned)
1x USAA membership debit card (owned)
Skills: Basic Survival training| Basic firearms|(handgun) training|Orienteering training|First aid training|Field Trauma training|Meets basic fitness requirements for her rank|
Weakness: Inability to effectively use long guns|Meets basic fitness requirements for hes rank|Lacks command experience|Lacks any real military training|Antisocial|
Personality: Shes a calm, intelligent person, who can think clearly through the hardest of situations, but when pushed, she can lash out with fury that is unbecoming of his nature. She values the few friends he makes greatly, and will often worry for them, though he may not show it.
Likes: Peace, dark chocolate, Red heads and brunets, helping people
Dislikes: Having to use her gun, Hurting with out reason, waste of resources.
Fears: Becoming an infected, High places, being ambushed in her sleep
Bio: Early life.Born to a Mother, Christine, and a father Sean, in the sunny town of Jacksonville Florida, her parents would split when she was 3, leaving her mother to care for him alone. After moving back in with her parents she would end up working at a local grocery store, were she would meet Jay. The two would hit it off, but Samantha or "Red" as her mother called her, wouldn't bond well with his step father. She grew up a lonely girl who would play by her self, immersing her self in her toys. Her mother had her little sister, Elizabeth, when he was 6 and the lack of attention towards her that would be taken up by his new born sibling would cause her to act out. Eventually, after 2 years at a child psychiatrist, she would straiten these feelings out and begin to act her self again.
Pre-Adolescences and teens.She grew up to be an Intelligent, articulate girl, but he hid this behind a mask of shyness and silence, often not saying a word unless called on by the teacher. This would naturally make her a target for bullying, how ever the bullies never stuck, as this strange girl had done exceptional amounts of reading through her youth and garnered a lot of information on a number of things, mostly on how the Human Body works, thus giving her the knowledge of pressure points, nerve endings, and other weaknesses that allowed her to win fights, despite bring out matched in size and strength.
As she grew older, she became more interested in how the body works, and used her spare time reading medical text books and papers. When she turned 12, his mother tricked her in to attending a CAP meeting in order to get her out of the house, and she ended up loving it. Joining soon after, she excelled through the ranks yet plateaued at Senior Master Sergeant around her 16th birthday, and has stayed there ever since. She quickly became known as the defacto Squadron medic during outings and became the units actual medical officer's assistant when in the field. She gained muscles mass, learned essential skills, and even came out of her shell to a degree and gained an interest in the Air force, seeing as a way to pay for medical school as it was her most likely option for college.
Having already been in Chicago for a Cadet event, her and the rest of his unit were called up to support the local government with medical aid, but as things got worse, she found him self in more dire situations until the evacuation was ordered and the military pulled out. She was separated from her unit when they pulled out and has since held up in a some what secure location. (Yet to be chosen as I have yet to see the map.)
RP Examples: Most of those here know me and my quality of work in some way or form, if not, ask the guy next to you.
DO NOT REMOVE: 4242564
by Beiarusia » Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:24 pm
Parcia wrote:Name:Samantha "Red" Hartford, Cadet Senior Master sergeant.
by Parcia » Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:36 pm
by Beiarusia » Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:50 pm
Theyra wrote:I do not know what my skills or equipment should be. Any ideas?
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by Imperial Idaho » Mon Jan 09, 2017 10:33 pm
I'm from the land of Coeur D'alene Idaho.
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Next up on the Sopranos...
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by Durmatagno » Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:44 pm
by True Refuge » Tue Jan 10, 2017 12:20 am
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Kaidou » Tue Jan 10, 2017 2:13 am
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- 11 o'clock Mist: Comedy, Romance, Drama (308 pages)
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Kaidou wrote:Three hours after the attack on Kinhe
Manichean Plane
Realm I
Itohalle
Capital of the Niril Republic
Hall of the Sky
Convention of the Grand Duma(Image)
Raised high above the clouds of the snowy, rocky planet Itohalle, the Hall of the Sky was the capital of the gigantic, intergalactic entity known as the Niril Republic. With almost 200 times more room than an aircraft carrier, the Hall was a colossal, palatial structure, visible as a protrusion from the otherwise reddish white planet even from space.
Rarely did the Grand Duma of the Niril Republic ever convene in full (the Republic's territories were so massive that even travelling to the capital itself was troublesome for those presiding over the outer planets), but on the occasions that it did, the entire Republic, spanning almost a hundred entire galaxies, was involved in the proceedings, in that extensive coverage of the monumental events would be broadcasted to the corners of its territories.
This was true even in this situation, one of an emergency; this was the first time a belligerent force had launched an attack within a territory of the Niril Republic since the conclusion of the War of Ten, in the 19th year of the rule of Chancellor Ranemosa, almost 80 years ago.
And the Grand Duma was not taking it lightly.
Convocation Chamber of the Grand Duma
LVIII Convention of the Grand Duma(Image)(Image)
His Excellency, The Baron
Minister Magician
Schienü
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The first major member of the Grand Duma to arrive was H.E. Minister Magician, Baron Schienü, a hunched over, aged member of Chancellor Nasse's inner circle. Hobbling in on two walking sticks, clad in a flowing military uniform decorated with badges of all sorts, the old figure was a sight to behold, a grand relic of the illustrious past of the Republic.
He had served all the Chancellors from Chancellor Niyivu onwards, and had been a central figure of the Niril Republic's politics since the ascension of the late Rohojën to power several decades ago. Now a withered old man, Schienü served not just as a mentor to the fresh young leaders of the Republic, but also as a life force, binding the entire government together through the presence of his indomitable will.
Even his entrance into the hall, supported by his two faithful walking canes, prompted all who were already seated to jerk to their feet, in awe of the great and benevolent presence before them.
The second man who entered, however, inspired a vastly different kind of awe.(Image)
His Excellency, The Count Palatine
Field Marshal (Ret.)
Ireun
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Retired Field Marshal Ireun, a man of the military for 50 years, and then one of the most senior advisors to both Chancellors Tamku and Nasse, was a fearsome commander when still in service, responsible for expanding the Niril Republic almost a hundred planets, through a series of impossible negotiations and, on some highly controversial occasions, conquest.
His steely gaze pierced through the stoniest of barriers anybody could ever form in their minds, almost as if he could gaze directly into the souls of men with his silver, ghostly eyes. Unlike the somewhat pompous Schienü, Ireun opted not to dress in fancy military attire, choosing more down-to-earth black robes, the only decorations of which were the insignia of his division of the Army, the LXXVI Royal Guards, which was dissolved following his ascension into the political spheres.
Though soft spoken and mild mannered, Ireun was a fearsome man in the seat of command, playing his troops into battle like a chessboard. That particular day, he stood at the podium of the Convocation Chamber of the Grand Duma, the room on the highest level of the Hall's towers, making one of his boldest declarations to open the .
"This attempted terrorist attack", declared the retired Field Marshal, "is an act of war against our Republic. Whoever was responsible for this travesty shall face the full might of Niril!"
...
Manichean Plane
Realm I
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"Tell us what you know! Tell us what you know, now!!!"
The masked interrogator held his megaphone up, screaming directly through it into the ear of the man tied to the chair with it. The man, a muscular military officer in his mid forties, screamed in pain, his eardrums already perforated badly. Tears rolled down his cheeks as each piercing, booming word from the megaphone tore through his ear some more.
With a grin on his face, the interrogator put down the megaphone, before walking over to the other end of the room and looking out of the tiny, tinted glass window which overlooked the vast desert surrounding the outside of the building and provided just the tiniest amount of natural light for the prisoner, who had been there almost three months now.
It was only after the barely foiled attack on the port at Kinhe, just three hours ago, that this particular interrogator had been called down to talk to the prisoner.
"We know that it was the Balur Commonwealth that launched the attack", cooed the interrogator, into the good ear of the captured officer. "Yes, it was your bosses which ordered this unprovoked attack, Colonel Dienasstin Veknu. The Grand Duma doesn't know yet, because I ordered my men to withhold the information. Think of that as an act of mercy on the Balur Commonwealth. So return the favour." The interrogator purred eerily, crouching and gazing into the prisoner's eyes.
"No... no, I don't know anything... please, let me go... I can't hear anything..."
"You do know", said the interrogator mockingly, "that I could unleash hell on the Balur Commonwealth right now, simply by revealing the evidence to the Grand Duma? The only reason I'm holding back now is because I have something else in mind. But on your end, regardless of when it becomes public knowledge, the Balur Commonwealth is going to get a long hard cock jammed straight into its anus. No matter how you see it, you're all screwed."
"Please let me go... I don't know anything... I can't hear anything..." the man pleaded pitifully. "My wife... my daughters... please let me see them..."
The interrogator laughed sarcastically and, standing to his full height, karate-kicked the man in the chest. The force of the kick was so great that the chair toppled backwards, the backrest shattering upon hitting the ground. The man screamed in pain as some of the splinters buried themselves in his back.
Without removing the mask, the interrogator silently left the room, leaving the man to bleed out on the ground. Before leaving, however, he left one last message for the prison's guards.
"Please play the Barney the Dinosaur theme song on a loop till he loses consciousness; give him doses of hairudoxine so that he will remain conscious for at least six hours, and do not stop the song under any circumstances. Once he's passed out, have him brought to the hospital. Have the truth drug used on him."
The guard saluted nervously, trembling in his boots as the interrogator left the room.
"Yes, Chief Ionian."
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Convocation Chamber of the Grand Duma
LVIII Convention of the Grand Duma
"I, Councillor Soong Ing-chiao of the Planet Girialu, vehemently object to H.E. Count Palatine Ireun's proposal to have Supreme HQ Intelligence Chief Ionian placed in charge of investigations into this matter."
"Your concern is most understandable, Councillor Soong", said Ireun calmly and gently from his spot at the podium, as Councillor Soong took his seat. "However, it is to my knowledge that Chief Ionian has presided over numerous successful operations in the past, especially in the counter terrorist missions our Republic conducted during the rule of Chancellor Tamku; in 50 years, Ionian has not failed us." Ireun paused, waiting for responses.
One man stood up, across the chamber on the opposite benches.
Tarju was a giant, standing at almost 210cm and with muscles that writhed beneath his smart, bespoke suits. His hair was perpetually coiffed into a curtain of sorts, and his pointy-toed shoes were always polished to a mirror shine. On his left eye sat a monocle which cast rainbows at various angles.
Most noticeable of all, however, was the fact that his right arm was missing from below the elbow; what remained of his sleeve was tucked in neatly and held in place with a golden safety pin.
"With all due respect to the Honourable Councillor Soong Ing-chiao, I would like to state publicly my support for His Excellency Ireun's proposal to have Ionian head the investigation effort against those who perpetrated this attack. Even though we do not know who Ionian is, it is still beneficial to our cause to have him on our side."
Having finished his sentence, Tarju sat back down promptly.
"When the remaining members of the Grand Duma have arrived", said Ireun, "we shall cast the Emergency Vote."
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Members present: 711 / 1,062
by Helsary » Tue Jan 10, 2017 4:35 am
Beiarusia wrote:ROSTER
Chicago• Thomas 'Tom' Bakker* / Kisinger
• Daniel Beck* / Ithalian Empire
• Hugh Garmany / Wallenburg
• Vladimir Ivanov+ / Independent States of Tula
• Felicity Kaufmann / Barapam
• James Koski^ / New Finnish Republic
• Carey Benedict Mitchell (PFC.)* / Ontorisa
• Wallace Pines / Krytonus
• Samantha Tallow / Beiarusia
• James Sullivan* / Imperial Idaho
• James C. Wess* / Paddy O Fernature
• John Wilcock / Monarchy of Japanada
Chestnut Grove Movie Theater• Alan Bilks / Shark isle
Chicago Water Tower
City Hall
Columbus Park• Leon Barett* / Ubaria
Echelon Apartments
Fosco Park
Kelly High School• Luke LaForge^ / Tayner
the Twins
MISSING• Collin Tallow
• Clara Turner
• Diane Turner
GRAVEYARD
INACTIVE
KILLS* = Immune
^ = Partial / Carrier
+ = Gifted
Orange = NPC
by Parcia » Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:13 am
by Kaidou » Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:32 am
Parcia wrote:Give Bia a bit more time, forgot to add mine as well, he usefully gets on it and besides, the man/bear/pig/thing does make good rosters.
I try to be funny this early if it rarely works, no burn me pls.
by Relikai » Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:47 am
by Ontorisa » Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:52 am
Tayner wrote:My post summaried:
Luke set up camp by clearing out a small portion of a suburb, and goes to loot an overrun military FOB. He gets some minor loot, and escapes from a massive horde before realizing he landed himself in Zombie Dodge City. He gets the hell out of dodge, and returns to his cam to discover that some zombies broke into his camp. He kills them, and repairs the perimeter breach, and realizes he can't survive alone. He tries to fix his radio, and starts a fire in an attempt to let someone know of his existence. Throughout the post Luke is making simple mistakes that almost get him killed.
I started on Day 30 so I wouldn't throw off the timeline, my next post will be day 31.
If anyone wants to interact, maybe you could pick up one of Luke's radio signals or see the campfire and come to investigate or something.
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