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by Kassaran » Tue Feb 28, 2017 5:42 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Monfrox » Thu Mar 02, 2017 12:11 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Towers » Thu Mar 02, 2017 3:07 pm
by Monfrox » Thu Mar 02, 2017 4:36 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Zjaum » Sat Mar 04, 2017 8:10 pm
by Bentus » Sat Mar 04, 2017 11:16 pm
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Monfrox » Mon Mar 06, 2017 7:08 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Atlannia » Sun Mar 12, 2017 1:51 am
by Bentus » Mon Mar 13, 2017 8:45 pm
Monfrox wrote:I'm going to have to ask you to adjust the character or start new. Sorry.
As for the others, I'll send out TGs bugging you guys (especially those with WIP apps) to get going. I won't make the IC thread if all I'm getting is tags and lurkers.
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Mon Mar 13, 2017 9:04 pm
by Monfrox » Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:04 pm
Bentus wrote:Monfrox wrote:I'm going to have to ask you to adjust the character or start new. Sorry.
As for the others, I'll send out TGs bugging you guys (especially those with WIP apps) to get going. I won't make the IC thread if all I'm getting is tags and lurkers.
No prob mate, fully understand - I enjoy writing up the apps about as much as actually RPing so I tend to go all-in and ask fix issues later. I doubt I'll be able to get anything up for at least a week, courtesy of finals, but I'll see if I can't scrounge together an alternative. Just to clarify though, if we're interested in having a character that is VALK capable then we need to hit you up with a TG or somesuch beforehand?
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Kassaran » Fri Mar 17, 2017 4:07 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Reverend Norv » Sat Mar 18, 2017 9:07 pm
Nationstates Name: Norv
Character name: Blackburn, Liam. Lieutenant Colonel. Department of Defense Identification Number 0148402383.
Character sex: Male
Character age: 47 (D.O.B 3/15/2030)
Character role: Civil-Military Operations Coordinator, Exodus Battalion"What does that mean? Heh. What doesn't it mean? I am responsible for managing everything that an ordinary civilian government would take care of around here, if an ordinary civilian government existed anymore - which makes me somewhere around number three or four in the battalion command structure. I make sure noncombatants get enough food. I ration medical supplies and oversee clinics. I organize repairs to non-military infrastructure: sewage, for example, and civilian housing. I adjudicate disputes between Battalion personnel and locals, whatever their countries of origin. I help to run the schools, and try to find enough qualified teachers. I make arrangements to take care of orphans, invalids, and the very old. I go and yell at the CO until the battalion sends out patrols to secure outlying areas from the infected or from bandits. I manage the military courts that hear cases involving both civilians and battalion personnel. Basically, if you live within two hundred miles of Anchorage and need help, mine is the office to which you go. I could go on all day, and Lord knows, I do."
Character appearance: Race: white/Caucasian. Sex: Male. Height: 5'8''. Weight: 158 lbs. Eyes: green. Hair: grey."The file says just about everything, I think. I'm shorter than average, small-boned and slightly built, but wiry - like a sprinter, or a gymnast. I have scars on my left forearm, and the palm of my right hand, and my right thigh. I'm fair-skinned, a little sallow, and I burn easily in the sun. False modesty aside, I was very handsome as a young man, and maybe I still am, albeit in a weathered kind of way: symmetrical features, straight nose, chiseled jaw, high forehead. There are a lot more lines carved into that face now, though. My eyes are greyish-green, a soft faded color like moss, and my hair has gone prematurely grey - an odd shade, darker than you'd expect, like burnished gunmetal. I wear it short, but not in a buzz-cut: more like a 1940s-style officer's cut, a side-part with the back and sides closely trimmed. I tend to wear a heavy horsehide barnstormer coat over my fatigues and body armor, with my rank insignia pinned to the collar, and that garment has become my trademark: people identify me as the officer in the big leather coat."
Level of training: Lt. Col. Blackburn is a graduate of Harvard University US Army Reserve Officer Training Corps, US Army Basic Officer Leaders Course (Infantry), US Army Airborne School, the Defense Language Institute (with certificate in Chinese), US Army Pathfinder School, US Army Civil Affairs Officer Qualification Course, and the School of Advanced Military Studies."So what does that mean? It means I'm one of the last of the old guard: I was trained before everything fell apart in the early '60s, back when the Army had schools to teach officers everything under the sun. ROTC taught me - well, not all that much, looking back on it. Mostly, it taught me responsibility and integrity. BOLC taught me to fight, and to think tactically, and to keep my head under fire - I'm no Delta gunslinger, but I know more about killing than most of these new National Guard troops. Jump School taught me to jump out of planes, not that I've had much cause to do that in the last few years. The DLI taught me Chinese, I learned Spanish as a kid, and I've added some Russian to that list since the VMF Rossii showed up in Anchorage. Pathfinder school taught me stealth, wilderness survival, and raw physical toughness. Civil Affairs training taught me to do the job that I've got now: a little bit of diplomacy, a little bit of engineering, a little bit of education theory, a little bit of business management, and a whole lot of hard work. SAMS taught me to think outside the box and to take command in a crisis. Everything else I know, I've learned by surviving the last fifteen years."
Strengths: Lt. Col. Blackburn's commanding officers throughout his career in the Army have repeatedly made mention of his extremely strong work ethic, leadership skills, wide array of knowledge and practical experience, capacity to adapt, and remarkable raw intellect."I imagine that this part of the file, at least, is clear. I have an unusual capacity for work: I can function just fine while dividing my time exclusively between eating, sleeping, and working. I don't need R&R; I wake up in the morning and go straight to work. I think it's because of that fact that I end up in charge of practically every project I touch: if I'm putting in that much effort, I expect everyone else to do their bit as well, and that attitude ends with me running the show. On the plus side, I do a good job at it: I'm an effective organizer, and a good judge of people, their characters and their skills. I'm a Civil Affairs officer, which makes me one of the Army's great generalists: I can translate a novel, draft a municipal ordinance, repair a sewer system, conduct financial and political analysis, and - yes - command an infantry company in high-intensity combat. What I don't know how to do, I can learn quickly: I know all the tricks to teach myself a skill as swiftly as possible, and I'm always ready to change a plan that isn't working. And yes - I'm smart, though what the file leaves out is that I have had the benefit of a life lived around scholars and scholarship, so I have learned how to think clearly and efficiently. That's a skill as well, more than a natural talent."
Flaws: Medical assessment: Lt. Col. Blackburn appears to be in excellent physical condition, and is often observed running in the early mornings as a form of cardiovascular training. However, some reports indicate that he has recently developed a problem with alcohol abuse. Moreover, he has missed without explanation every scheduled medical check-up in the last eighteen months."I guess this part is why I'm talking to myself. It started almost two years ago: memory lapses, blurry vision, a tremor in my left hand. Then it went away. When it came back, it was worse: all the old symptoms, plus fatigue, muscle spasms, mood swings. Then pain, an electric shock racing up and down my spine every time I moved my head, and a sense that I was losing control of my body: sometimes I slurred my words, sometimes I saw double. Then it went away again - and came back - and went away - and came back. I did the research. I found what I expected to find: relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis. No cure. Attacks are unpredictable, but become more frequent over the years. It cripples you, blinds you, ultimately kills you. It takes its time. I've got decades left, most likely, even without treatment - and treatment isn't an option, because they'd make me resign my commission, and this place needs me. These people need me. So I drink instead, more than I should - every day, more than I should - because it helps me stay focused, keeps me from thinking about the next attack: when it'll come, how bad it'll be. And that's life for you: we live it one day at a time. At least I can be sure that my days matter, however many of them I have left."
Personality: Psychological assessment: Lt. Col. Blackburn is extremely highly functional. His typical thought pattern is analytic rather than emotive, and exhibits a high level of self-control; he enjoys intellectual challenges. He is essentially pragmatic and results-oriented, and can be unscrupulous in pursuit of his goals; however, the protection of human well-being is central to his identity, and imposes principled limits upon his pragmatism. He is extremely serious, and displays very high self-esteem; he escapes narcissism only because his self-regard is rooted in his external effectiveness rather than in his existence in se, and because he also possesses a distinctively dry and self-deprecating sense of humor."'Extremely highly functional' - that's the Army's notion of a compliment, I think. I suppose the file is mostly right on this score. I am analytic, and I am self-controlled. I was trained as a scholar and as a military officer, and neither of those professions rewards people who can't hold their emotions in check, who can't think with cold clarity. But I'm not some kind of living calculator. I see things clearly, that's all - people, institutions, politics. I understand emotion even if I don't let it cloud my thinking; that's what makes me a good leader, a good officer. It's also what makes me so pragmatic, I think. I understand that every human interaction has an element of manipulation, so I'm comfortable with pulling people's strings until I get what I want. And I see myself clearly too - that's one thing the file doesn't quite understand. I know my own worth; I see no value in false humility. I'm good at my job, and that matters. But I can also see the tragedy and ridiculousness of my life, and I can force myself to laugh at it - because the other options are tears and the bottle, and neither of those is appropriate before noon.
"I sound cynical now. But that's a false impression. Look: I had the chance to go AWAL, to stay at Harvard as a grad student. I chose to return to active-duty instead. Why? Because I need to know that I'm making a difference. Some of that is experimental curiosity: I come up to conclusions, and they're useless unless I can apply them. But most of it is principle, of a vague and potentially fatuous kind that I try not to spend too much time thinking about. I need to help people, to make the world a better place. Need, not want. That's why I can work dawn to dusk, day after day, without rest: because nothing makes me more fulfilled than meaningful work that helps people. That's why I can drag along other people with me, too: because they get swept up in the intensity of that need to help. And that's why, even if I sound cynical and am happy to use manipulation to get my way, there are lines I will not cross: because if you destroy more lives than you save, then you're doing more harm than good, and you might as well eat your own gun and have done with it."
Biography: Service record attached below.
- 3/15/2030: born Lawrence, MA
- 4/12/2046: won competitive high school internship with Senator Maureen LePage (D-MA)
- 5/02/2047: graduated Lawrence High School (salutatorian)
- 8/25/2047: enrolled Army Reserve Officer Training Corps, Harvard University
- 6/20/2049 - 8/20/2049: attended US Army Airborne School for Cadet Field Training
- 5/15/2051: graduated Harvard University magna cum laude with B.A. in sociology
- 3/01/2052: graduated US Army Basic Officer Leaders Course (Infantry); commissioned Second Lieutenant (0-1), 1st BN 506th INF.
- 5/5/2052 - 2/5/2053: deployed Operation Human Shelter, Guatemala.
- 13/11/2052: awarded Bronze Star with "V" Device for courage under fire and combat leadership
- 7/10/2053: awarded certificate in Chinese from Defense Language Institute, Monterey
- 7/20/2053 - 9/30/2053: attended US Army Pathfinder School.
- 10/02/2053 - 8/02/2054: deployed Operation United Front, China. WIA.
- 8/21/2054: awarded Purple Heart.
- 2/01/2055: transferred to Individual Ready Reserve.
- 8/20/2055: enrolled as doctoral student, Kennedy School of Government, Harvard University.
- 6/02/2058 - 8/21/2058: attended Civil Affairs Officer Qualification Course.
- 9/05/2059: recalled to active duty for Operation Special Relationship. Promoted First Lieutenant (0-2), 361st Civil Affairs Brigade.
- 9/17/2059 - 8/07/2060: deployed Operation Special Relationship, United Kingdom.
- 8/23/2060: awarded Silver Star. Promoted Captain (0-3), 95th Civil Affairs Brigade.
- 9/05/2060: enrolled as graduate student, School of Advanced Military Studies.
- 5/15/2062: graduated School of Advanced Military Studies with master's degree in Military Art and Science.
- 5/17/2062: Reassigned 95th Civil Affairs Brigade.
- 11/30/2062 - 2/11/2063: deployed Operation Empire Shield, NY-NJ-PA Metropolitan Area.
- 2/15/2063: Promoted Major (0-4), 321st Civil Affairs Brigade (Consolidated).
- 12/04/2064 - 5/20/2065: deployed Operation Windy Redoubt, IL-IN-WI Metropolitan Area.
- 6/07/2065: Transferred 31st Combat Support Brigade (Consolidated).
- 3/15/2066 - 10/11/2067: deployed Operation Emerald Aegis, Seattle-Tacoma Metropolitan Area.
- 10/29/2067: Promoted Lieutenant Colonel (0-5), 2nd Combat Support Brigade (Reconsolidated).
- 11/30/2068 - 2/11/2069: deployed Operation United Front II, Toronto Census Metropolitan Area.
- 1/18/2070: Transferred 1st United States Volunteers.
- 12/13/2070 - 3/08/2071: deployed Operation Last Stand, Regina Census Metropolitan Area.
- 1/04/2072: Transferred Northern Anglo Alliance (Exodus Battalion).
- record ceases -"Funny how they can squeeze a man's life into a few dozen lines like that. A good cure for pride, I suppose. Still, it doesn't tell the whole story.
"Yes, I was born in Lawrence. My parents were Irish: blue-collar, came here looking for a change of scene, got trapped in a series of dead-end jobs in post-industrial New England. Lawrence was about half Dominican and half Irish, a mill town where all the mills had closed. Gangs, hobos, the whole nine yards. I learned Spanish early, and how not to get jumped.
"I learned, too, that all power is relative and rooted in willpower: in a fight, the guy who's willing to go to the hospital will beat the guy who isn't nine times out of ten, no matter the difference in strength or experience. And because of that, you can never let yourself off the hook, never say that there's nothing you can do. There is - if you have the guts to put everything on the line. And from a very early age, growing up in a place where nobody lasts long alone, I realized that the only way I could ask others to stick up for me was by sticking up for them. Those were the lessons that Lawrence taught me: toughness, commitment, solidarity, teamwork. And compassion for people whom life had knocked down, because God knows that it could all too easily be me on the ground tomorrow.
"School was about what you'd expect from public schools in the poorest town in Massachusetts. But if my teachers were never too sharp, that only made me more certain that I was smarter than everyone else in the room. I think my total lack of shame in saying that probably also stems from my time in school: I am really smart, and that does matter, and nobody is helped if I hide that under a bushel. I spent all my time studying, even outside of class, even for classes that I wasn't actually taking: I read philosophy, political theory, engineering textbooks. I never went to parties. Never ran with the gangs. Instead, I ran track and skipped the seventh grade. I fell in love with learning, with the world of words and numbers and big ideas that I found in my books. And I realized early on that education was my way out of Lawrence, my way into that vast and fascinating world. When, at the age of sixteen, I was chosen from among five thousand applicants for an internship with Senator Maureen LePage, I knew that my instinct had been right: school offered me a way out from the circumstances of my birth.
"Which, I suppose, was why I had the nerve to apply to Harvard. And I was accepted, which stunned my parents into a kind of silent awe from which they never quite recovered. I joined the Army ROTC purely to pay for school. But those two experiences - the Army and Harvard - made me who I am today. As a cadet, I took to military life like a fish to water: I was confident to a fault, assertive, fiercely determined and resourceful. Good officer material, in other words. And even at Harvard, most of the time, I was still the smartest student in the room: I took up sociology, because I liked interviewing people and I naturally thought in terms of systems. I had a lot to prove to all of these Boston Brahmins' brats. I pushed myself very, very hard: I had a few girlfriends, but I didn't make enough time for those relationships to go anywhere. By my senior year, I had my airborne wings from the Army - jumping out of planes is good fun when you're twenty - and I was writing a two-hundred-page thesis on the sociology of the American militia movement.
"It was about that time that the virus really started getting out of hand. As soon as I graduated from Harvard, the Army rushed me through the infantry leaders' course, slapped lieutenant's bars on me, and sent me off to Guatemala to try to hold the line in Central America. That was my first taste of war: the refugee camps racked with typhus and cholera, the machine guns mowing down thousands of the infected, the reek of napalm in the jungle. It shook me. It made me angry: there had to be a better way than this butchery. I dug in my platoon around one of those refugee camps and held off the infected for four hours to give the locals time to evacuate. The Army gave me a medal for that, and then promptly retreated from Guatemala and left all of those civilians behind to die.
"Well, after that, I didn't want to get deployed again - remember, I was only in the Army in the first place because I needed a way to pay for college - so I kept volunteering for additional training: I learned Chinese at Monterey, and I learned wilderness skills at Pathfinder School. But my conscience irked me: I knew that there was more that I could be doing. In late '53, I went to China with most of the rest of the active-duty Army to try to contain the outbreak around Shanghai. You know how that ended. I've never seen more infected than during Operation United Front: millions of them, a human ocean, undulating and swarming like flies on a corpse. When they broke through the cordon, we all ran for our lives, and that's when the Air Force dropped submunitions on my platoon and blew me half to hell and gone - which is where the scars on my arms come from.
"There was a lull after that, both for the war and for me personally. The Army figured I had done my bit and transferred me to IRR: you go and live your life, we'll call you when we need you. I spent six months in physical therapy learning to use my right hand again, and then went back to Harvard for grad school: the Kennedy School of Government. I'd seen enough of war by that time to know that military force is only ever part of the solution; the Army is a political instrument that must be used for political reasons. Military affairs don't exist in a vacuum. So I became a doctoral student and started writing my thesis, and watched as Asia and Africa and Latin America went dark for good. I even fell in love, which I knew at the time was a bad idea, but it was my way of holding on to some kind of hope for the future. As a reservist, I passed the Civil Affairs course, because I figured that CA was in the business of helping civilians rather than selling them out. And I waited.
"The brass called me up in September of '59 for Operation Special Relationship. We all knew that this was the endgame. The VALKs and the Air Force did most of the heavy lifting around London, and with the mechs, we held on for a fair few months. But we were mentally weak: we still believed that there was such a thing as excessive casualties, even in the face of human extinction. So we pulled back step by step, and I ended up in Birmingham, organizing the evacuation of British refugees to the US and Canada on every ship, plane, and fishing boat I could find: any chance was better than none. When GAMA redeployed, I got left behind in de facto command of a bunch of British conscripts and three Army civil affairs teams, with fifteen thousand civilians still trapped along the docks. We dug in and held out on our own for three days, and got the civilians out, and then escaped on the last boat across the Irish Sea to Belfast. The last thing I remember seeing in Britain was thousands of the infected wading into the ocean after us until they drowned in the waves.
"They gave me the Silver Star for that, bumped me up to captain, put my face on YouTube a couple times. The Army needed heroes, and I fit the bill. But we all knew that our tactics weren't working: it was just a matter of time until we met the same fate as the UK. The brass sent me to SAMS to try to brainstorm some new way of dealing with the situation. I sat in classrooms in Leavenworth with the best and the brightest of the surviving Western militaries, and we discussed and debated and dreamed outside the box: someone once suggested nuking the Sahara to throw enough dust into the atmosphere to cause an artificial winter that would freeze all the zombies. We were high on our own brainpower, and all the while the reports of virus cases in New York and LA were getting more and more frequent.
"It all blew up literally the day after I graduated from SAMS. Word came in on the news that Boston was gone: the woman I loved, Harvard, all burned to ash by the Air Force in an attempt to quarantine the first major US outbreak. They gave me a company - five teams - in the 95th Civil Affairs and sent me to organize the evacuation of Newark. We gave it everything we had, but in the end the VALKs went down under the sheer weight of bodies and I was left clinging to the back of the last truck in the evacuation convoy while the city crumbled behind us. Only half of us made it out. The same thing happened at Chicago, and then Seattle: each time, I got promoted and folded into a reconsolidated brigade made up of the surviving support troops: Civil Affairs, engineers, combat controllers, all mixed in together. By the time we pulled back to Canada, I knew the game was up; we were fighting for time, and for dignity, not for victory. Which, I realized, was okay with me. It was like I had learned on the streets of Lawrence: you do what you can because you must. In the end - win or lose, live or die - that's all there is.
"We lost Toronto, made a last stand around Regina - by that time I was a lieutenant colonel in something called the 1st United States Volunteers, which was just all the surviving US troops in North America amalgamated together - then trekked through the Yukon in the coldest March I've ever known. The ones who survived the death march made it here. That was the start of Exodus Battalion. I spent our first year in Anchorage just trying to keep everyone fed: there was nowhere near enough food, so I organized rationing and put every spare man, woman, and child to work growing potatoes and carrots. There were shortages, riots, chaos in the streets. Few of the old or sick survived the first winter, but the rationing did its job, and the bulk of us made it through.
After that, I settled down to make Fort Richardson a decent place to live. There was no civilian government left, and the Battalion is organized along military lines, so as the senior-most CA officer I ended up in charge of pretty much every aspect of civilian life. I converted our furnaces to use wood instead of gas, and got the heat back on in a reliable way. I cobbled together enough windmills, DIY solar panels, and makeshift dams to run the electrical grid, at least a little, and so I got the lights turned on again. I found enough educated people, both military and civilian, to consolidate the whole local education system into one K-12 school, and I found that school administrative staff and funding ("funding," at that stage, mostly meaning ration slips). I put together a Board of Selectmen on the New England model to provide a veneer of democracy and to help me handle day-to-day civil administration, and I organized military courts to resolve disputes - which often meant drafting any surviving lawyers straight into uniform so that they could serve as qualified judges. I worked fifteen-hour days for three years straight, and kept my office door open so that anybody could come to me with their needs or concerns.
"A few years after we arrived in Anchorage, the Russians and Chinese started showing up. Like the other senior officers in the Battalion, I attended the negotiations that established the tribunes and their annual meeting. I helped to hash out the details with my counterparts in the other two factions, and I learned a fair bit of Russian in the process. With our core area on a more stable footing, I also started venturing further afield, looking for survivors on farms outside the city who might be able to help us with our chronic food shortages. We found plenty of hunkered-down farmers willing to trade, and I started work on repairing the local roads and extending our makeshift electrical infrastructure - I even organized something approaching a school bus service. But on one of those expeditions, my team got surrounded in a farmhouse by several hundred infected. I don't think I've ever fought harder than I did that night: I was certain that I was going to die. We had burned through all our ammunition by the dawn, and we were fighting with bayonets at the doors and windows. I got bit on the thigh, and carved out half of my quadriceps with a red-hot knife to try to contain the infection. Apparently, it worked, though I still walk with a limp because of it.
"While I was in a wheelchair because of that wound, I got elected as tribune, and spent a year trying to get the Russians to trade food for nuclear power from their ships, with very limited success. After that, once I could walk again, I turned to medical infrastructure: tracking down qualified doctors and nurses, getting a hospital back on line, organizing a house-call service so that farmers in the outlying areas could get treatment. Now that those efforts are starting to bear fruit, I'm focusing more on welfare: we've got a lot of disabled people here, and I want to find them suitable work and caretakers, to make sure that they can live with some kind of decency and dignity.
"It was just shortly after I finished my term as tribune that the fits started. That's life for you: recover from self-inflicted surgery just in time to be hit by multiple sclerosis. I haven't told anyone, not a soul. There's nobody to tell. I drink instead, and hide in my office when the pain and the spasms get so bad that I can't see straight. And I do my job - because there's always more to do, and every hour I work makes sure that the sick are treated, and children educated, and people fed. So I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, doing what I can because I must. Because in the end, for as long as I can draw enough breath to give an order, that is who I am."
RP Sample: My credentials are in my sig.
Theme song: The Gael
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Monfrox » Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:30 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Kassaran » Sun Apr 02, 2017 4:02 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Monfrox » Mon Apr 03, 2017 1:16 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Towers » Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:10 pm
by Monfrox » Fri Apr 07, 2017 1:37 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Kassaran » Fri Apr 07, 2017 5:37 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Monfrox » Fri Apr 14, 2017 4:19 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Kassaran » Fri Apr 14, 2017 9:09 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Monfrox » Sat Apr 15, 2017 9:11 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Kassaran » Sat Apr 15, 2017 2:46 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
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