Ace Combat: Ashes of War (OOC/Closed)

[Kyraina]

Name: Spyro Beretta
Nationality: Emmerian
Age (21 at youngest):27
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-4
Callsign: Drifter

Appearance:

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs

Aircraft:F-15E Strike Eagle
Aircraft Appearance:

Emblem:

Funds $0

Personality: Spyro is known to be outspoken and at times brash, at times acts before he thinks, and can at times let his emotions get the better of him. Despite this he does not anger quickly or often
Strengths: Able to think quick on his feet, High Confidence level, Loyal to a fault, won't give up
Weaknesses: At times Reckless, Will let emotions get better of him at times, Stubborn
Likes: Spaghettis Westerns, Any Clint Eastwood Westerns, Quigley Down Under, western music, John Wayne, Revolvers
Dislikes: Modern action movies, Pistols, Osean Country Music, pasta

Bio: Born into a blue collar family known for its pistols, Spyro Grew up working in a factory and firing pistols from a young age. He never had the time for sports and was often bored in school but did well enough to keep his family off his back about grades. one day a school during a job fair a young sailor from the Emmerian navy showed and talked about his job of being a fighter pilot and Spyro was hooked, but found out the only for sure way to become a pilot was to be accepted into the Royal Air Force academy and Spyro started focusing in school and working out. His family wasn't thrilled when he told them he wanted to be a fighter pilot and even tried to get him to take go towards engineering so he could help design the next firearms of the Beretta Family instead of build them, and even surprised them on graduation that he was to be a Mechanical engineer major, but it was going to be at The Royal Air Force Academy, hand picked by a member of the Royal Family, despite the Beretta Family private protest.

Spyro didn't excel in class nor the military lifestyle of a recruit at first but didn't give up and stuck it out to become a good mechanical engineer over the next four years. Upon graduation and his commission Spyro was sent to Pilot training and excelled there. He was 2 weeks of flying time from graduating training before he got into a fight with a fellow trainee and was removed from the fighter pilot program to become a cargo pilot. While not happy about it, He accepted his punishment flying cargo planes for the next few years, he was even piloted one of the Humanitarian aide flights sent into estovika but was turned around by both sides at different times. Other then that things were going well, included being on leave when Estovika invaded and The Air Force lost a lot of pilots. Spyro was pulled from being a cargo pilot, sent through refresher training and assigned to the 4th CFS Griffin as a O-3

Crew Members: 1st LT Maria "Gorgon" Sossa


RP Example: ACBL

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[American Pere Housh]

Definitely tag as I love AC.

[Anowa]

Name: James Gorman
Nationality: Osean
Age: 30
Gender: M

Rank: O-1
Callsign: Bones

Appearance:

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 183

Aircraft: Tornado GR1
Aircraft Appearance: Standard grey pattern used by the REAF with a dull green right horizontal stabilizer and dull blue left horizontal stabilizer (James and Neisha's favorite colors, kept dull to avoid standing out too much)
Emblem: Upper half of a skeleton holding a sickle and pointing forward on the verticle stabilizer

James and Neisha call him Hector, so any plane they fly ends up being called Hector, too.
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Funds Ƶ0

Personality: ISFP-T
Strengths: Experienced in low level conflicts, comfortable flying at low levels, and dedicated to helping allies in trouble.
Weaknesses: Quiet, mildly lazy, and dedicated to helping allies in trouble.
Likes: The rain, cats, and cheap beer
Dislikes: Coffee, spiders, and the radar warning tone

Bio: Son of an OADF pilot who fought in the Belkan War. After the war, Mr. Gorman joined up with a mercenary outfit to help pay for Mrs. Gorman's medical bills. James would travel with his father doing work around the Verusan continent, mostly in low-intensity bush and border conflicts working for Sotoa. During his time with the mercenary outfit, he became close friends with the daughter of his father's wingman, a young woman from Amber named Neisha Deeds. she had come along with her father after he joined following the outbreak of the Usean Continental War. Deeds husband had been a construction worker doing highway repair close to the Erusean border when they launched their invasion and his death sent her into a spiral that led to her fleeing her country and abandoning Amber's Air Force.

The two families lived and worked closely together over the years, with the kids being taught the basics by their parents and groundcrews. When an older member of the company and close friend to Mr. and Mrs. Goreman (now fully recovered and traveling with her family again) retired, he sold his 167 Strikemaster for relative pocket change. Now with a plane, the pair began to fly missions for several years alongside their parents, saving up to get something that didn't require duct tape and prayer to get off the ground, often training in the more advanced aircraft of their colleagues. With enough money finally saved up, they've been waiting for their chance to strike out on their own, and the call for mercenaries from Emmeria seems like their best bet. Cash in hand, they made arrangements to purchase an older Tornado variant mothballed by the Emmerians and set off for their first job as solo contractors.

Crew Members: Neisha "Dirty" Deeds - WSO

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RP Example: I'm quite happy with this one, shame is fell off.

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Accepted

[Anowa]

Name: Adam Winters
Nationality: Republic of INDUS
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): 0-1
Callsign: Jester-1

Appearance: Adam is tall with a better than average build. He has jet black hair and light brown eyes. His face is slender with a sharp chin and broad nose. A small scar hangs on the corner of his mouth on the left side giving him a small "frown".
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180lbs

Aircraft: Mirage iiiC
Aircraft Appearance: Adams Mirage is mostly a light grey color with blotches of dark blue along the aircrafts length. The trim of the wings and including the tails rudder are matte black. The center of the tail and wings are decorated by Adams emblem, a laughing jester encircled by a thin golden ring. The emblem itself pays homage to his call sign which is Jester-1.
Emblem: A crazed red and black jester laughing. The image is then encircled by a golden ring. The emblem itself is located on the tail and wings of the aircraft.
Funds: $5,000 after purchase

Personality: Adam is quiet and reserved. He doesn't say much to strangers only being social with friends. He is somewhat distant in demeanor only speaking out to give his input or when asked a question. He enjoys the company of others despite his introvert tendencies. Adam also very much enjoys the satisfaction of aiding others so he is always inclined to helping out. The only time he is ever a chatter box is when he is in the cockpit.
Its in the seat of his aircraft that his personality changes he is bold and quick to respond. He flies his craft aggressively loving the thrill of the hunt. He is assertive yet calm under pressure understanding conditions of severity. His level headed intellect and ability in understanding situational awareness allows him to be a capable pilot.
Strengths: Adams biggest strength is that he understands the limits to his aircraft. He is quick witted and easily asses situational awareness. On top of these pros Adam has extensive knowledge on BFM and close quarters dogfighting.
Weaknesses: Adam is deathly afraid of water and does not like to socialize much. His temper is not quick but his nerves to get the better of him. He has a minor fear of bees and somewhat bull headed.
Likes: Adam loves reading almost as much as he enjoys eating. One could say he lives to eat, so much so that he has a hidden stash of snacks somewhere. In his spare time one could find him writing or sketching pictures weather it be journaling his experiences or drawing the occasional bird.
Dislikes: Adam has many flaws one of which being the fear of water. He is afraid do to the fact that he can't swim. Along with this he does not like to socialize and prefers to be by his lonesome. And while not particularly hot tempered his nerves do sometimes get the better of him.

Bio: Adam was born in the republic of Indus where he grew up in the city. Being an only child while also being tye son of a military man adam was raised with respect and discipline. Although bright and intelligent adam never journeyed outside his house much always sticking to books and occasionally riding his bike. He was, for the most part, a quiet kid. Adam went through primary school where he got better than average grades and even made a friend or two.
Even at a young age Adam aspired to be a pilot just like his dad before him. He was always so fascinated with planes how they worked and the potential capabilities they had when pitted against another. Through this endless search of knowledge he and his father bonded quickly. Adam would get the satisfaction of knowing while his father relieved past and positive experiences about his time in the service. It was here that the young boy would cement his desire to become a pilot just like his father.
As Adam grew tall he quickly set out. Now in highschool he joined ROTC where he quickly rose through the ranks. He finished highschool at the rank of master sergeant. It was only a few short weeks later that he received the letter from the military encouragingly asking if he'd like to join. He immediately went to the nearest recruiter office and signed away. And after a few short weeks he had packed his things, hugged his aging father goodbye, and boarded the bus to his awaiting dream.
To others basic training might have been a drag but to adam it was paradise. And to top it all off he was like a dry sponge in an ocean of knowledge. His high test scores certified his desire to learn and apply what he obtained through the slideshows, presentations and textbooks. After basic was completed he went into his individual training. It was harder than basic but he never turned from a challenge. The weeks soon went by and he graduated at the top of his class, and so, the right to select any aircraft was rightfully his. The list itself was long and many hard choices were brought to his attention. But after a long, hard mental battle he chose a fighter. The Mirage iiiC at that time was a reliable and relatively new craft. And he fantasized about flying her for the first time. Of course he had to go through practice rune and multiple simulation before actually flying the metal beast.
The months crept by and the last simulation had been completed. He had just gotten out of the G chamber his head still throbbing from the 9.2 G's of force he had been put through. When his commanding officer informed him of his very first run in his new and untouched aircraft. He was estatic and the next morning at 0800 he shot out of bed like a missile and, after getting dressed, went to debrief. The plane itself was a true marvel of human engineering. The first flight was a memory that would never be forgotten. The controls were smooth and she reacted beautifully to his commands.
At least to him his military career was sadly short after a head injury left him unconscious for quite some time. He was honorably discharged and sent home. Even after his departure he never felt deflated he was content with the fact that he lived his days doing what he loved most. And almost immediately after he got into a roofing gig. It was hard work but it payed well and gave him something to do. A few years had went by since then and Adam found himself reading a newspaper on a interesting topic two neighbouring countries on bad terms had finally crossed the threshold and went to war with each other. It was nothing new to him he knew it was inevitable that it would happen given the past events. But as he read he found a small box below the main issue about mercenaries for hire. A tingle of some old dormant flame quivered and grew inside adam and before he knew it he was picking up the phone to make some calls.

Crew Members: 1


RP Example:2018 5:49 pm

the sailor walked along the mighty ship she was enormous and a power to be reckoned with. His favorite part was the guns the silent seventeen inch batteries didn't dare move instead they stared straight ahead as if waiting for something. Walking over he stared down the side of the ship her waterline was kissed by the choppy waves it was as if they greeted her with open arms. Gazing up, the young sailor saw the clear skies that seemed to stretch for eternity. He closed his eyes and let his senses bask in the gentle breeze of the erapian coast. The boats rocking soothed him like a lullabies his mother would sing when he was a young lad. His peace was rudely interrupted by the intercoms that we're bring to life.

"Target!, Two o'clock, port side! Battle stations battle station!"

This would be his first drill he watched as hundreds of men in white poured out from the ship. He frantically looked around, wondering, where his station was. While in his search he was caught by a magnificent sight, the guns, the ones that gleamed with power, the ones that were silent a mere moment ago began to move. They turned with a steady pace and we're soon adjacent with the ship. The young boy looked to where the guns we're pointing and there, on the open ocean, was a ship. She appeared to be a freighter of sorts. He looked back with a smile on his face and watched the guns with excitement. Time seemed to slow and seconds felt like hours ,then, the guns were suddenly brought to life. The thunderous clap they made rung his ears and he was nearly brought to the ground from the shakes that plagued the ship. He watched as large plumes of thick, black smoke filled the air. Flashes of light stained his vision as the guns were sent into rapid fire. Overcome with excitement and joy he shouted

"FUCK YEAH!"

His remark was drowned out by the blasts of the cannons. He looked around and found a binocular stand up on the superstructure. Running, he scaled the ladder, nearly being thrown off from the vibrations. Once at the top he ushered a fellow seamen out of the way. He gazed into the binoculars and saw the target. She was a freighter alright and an erapian one at that. The tattered striped flag flapped in the wind he zoomed in on the name.

"GEN Capulet huh, I know about you"

He spoke to himself his vision was temporarily blinded by a flash of light as a shell struck the already listing vessel. He blinked and zoomed out not wanting to go through that again. Three more flashes occurred in rapid session and a extremely large red explosion over took the sky above the ship. The sailors mouth dropped and he stared in awe it was around several seconds later that he heard the sound that went with an explosion. It was so loud it was too loud it was louder than the giant guns it hurt his ears and his hands flew to them as they ringed in agony. He shook his head and eventually sound returned. He looked in the binos again and was surprised to see the ship was vertical her ass was raised like a flag and giant holes ran alongside her hull. A large gapping hole, that the young boy estimated to be around twenty feet, had been ripped into the freighters side. He stepped back a minute later as the last of the wreckage slipped beneath the waves. He clambered down the latter and walked to the front of the ship, turning, he stared at the guns, the superstructure all of it. He smirked and looked at the sea that laid ahead. He was certain that with a ship like this that there was certainly nothing to fear.

"Come on world, bring it on"

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Jester-1 is a unit callsign, not an individual callsign. jester is what I will consider for the individual.

The Mirage IIIC should require *all* of the starting fund, not just 45,000.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Question:
1) Is the Ho 229 here at very least stealthy-ish? I mean it’s stealth is debatable IRL
2) Can I ask for an addition of another aircraft to the list? Yak-140, please? If you wish I could provide you all the necessary information about this jet.
3) Are custom aircraft upgrades available? For example replacing cannons, airframe refitting, installing systems tha5 allow for usage of more complex AA systems (for example for an aircraft that historically couldn’t carry advanced AA missiles installing computer equipment and missile racks in order to allow it to carry such missiles

[Anowa]

Name: Spyro Beretta
Nationality: Emmerian
Age (21 at youngest):27
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-3
Callsign: Drifter

Appearance:

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs

Aircraft:F-8J
Aircraft Appearance:

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Emblem:

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Funds $1539

Personality: Spyro is known to be outspoken and at times brash, at times acts before he thinks, and can at times let his emotions get the better of him
Strengths: Able to think quick on his feet, High Confidence level, Loyal to a fault, won't give up
Weaknesses: At times Reckless, Will let emotions get better of him at times, Stubborn
Likes: Spaghettis Westerns, Any Clint Eastwood Westerns, Quigley Down Under, western music, John Wayne, Revolvers
Dislikes: Modern action movies, Pistols, Osean Country Music, pasta

Bio: Born into a blue collar family known for its pistols, Spyro Grew up working in a factory and firing pistols from a young age. He never had the time for sports and was often bored in school but did well enough to keep his family off his back about grades. one day a school during a job fair a young sailor from the Emmerian navy showed and talked about his job of being a fighter pilot and Spyro was hooked, but found out the only for sure way to become a pilot was to be accepted into the Royal Air Force academy and Spyro started focusing in school and working out. His family wasn't thrilled when he told them he wanted to be a fighter pilot and even tried to get him to take go towards engineering so he could help design the next firearms of the Beretta Family instead of build them, and even surprised them on graduation that he was to be a Mechanical engineer major, but it was going to be at The Royal Air Force Academy, hand picked by a member of the Royal Family, despite the Beretta Family private protest.

Spyro didn't excel in class nor the military lifestyle of a recruit at first but didn't give up and stuck it out to become a good mechanical engineer over the next four years. Upon graduation and his commission Spyro was sent to Pilot training and excelled there. He was 2 weeks of flying time from graduating training before he got into a fight with a fellow trainee and was removed from the fighter pilot program to become a cargo pilot. While not happy about it, He accepted his punishment flying cargo planes for the next few years, he was even piloted one of the Humanitarian aide flights sent into estovika but was turned around by both sides at different times. Other then that things were going well, included being on leave when Estovika invaded and The Air Force lost a lot of pilots. Spyro was pulled from being a cargo pilot, sent through refresher training and assigned to the 4th CFS Griffin as a O-3

Crew Members: N/A


RP Example: ACBL

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Accepted.

[Anowa]

Question:
1) Is the Ho 229 here at very least stealthy-ish? I mean it’s stealth is debatable IRL
2) Can I ask for an addition of another aircraft to the list? Yak-140, please? If you wish I could provide you all the necessary information about this jet.

The materials that made the Ho-229 stealthy in the 1940s functioned as a modicum of stealth because of it's shape, the fact it was made of wood, and had a dark matte paint. 1940s radars could still detect it, but couldn't differentiate it from ground interference, meaning it was only stealthy when dangerously close to the ground and facing directly at the radar station. Radar nowadays can nearly tell individual birds in a flock, so it's no less stealthy than the average plane.

The Yak-140 was a part of the Soviet Air Force "competition" in the early to mid 50s that culminated in the MiG-21. The only difference is that the Yak-140 never flew, being outright denied the chance for better designed of the aforementioned Mikoyan MiG-21, and Sukhoi's Su-9. The only listing weapons for it I can find are the twin 23mm guns with 75 rounds each, less than a second of firing time, guns which, when fired, were expected to reduce airspeed by nearly 600km/h, then causing the Yak-140's underpowered engine to stall or flame out. It adds nothing to the list, given both craft that succeeded where they failed are in it, and it is, on paper (because there's no other evidence otherwise) a deathtrap.

[Anowa]

3) Are custom aircraft upgrades available? For example replacing cannons, airframe refitting, installing systems tha5 allow for usage of more complex AA systems (for example for an aircraft that historically couldn’t carry advanced AA missiles installing computer equipment and missile racks in order to allow it to carry such missiles

If you ask for them, I'll see about adding them. granted, such things would require airframe changes, such as reinforcements to handle the recoil of larger cannons, the added weight on the wings causing them to deform during manuevers, etc.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

The Yak-140 was a part of the Soviet Air Force "competition" in the early to mid 50s that culminated in the MiG-21. The only difference is that the Yak-140 never flew, being outright denied the chance for better designed of the aforementioned Mikoyan MiG-21, and Sukhoi's Su-9. The only listing weapons for it I can find are the twin 23mm guns with 75 rounds each, less than a second of firing time, guns which, when fired, were expected to reduce airspeed by nearly 600km/h, then causing the Yak-140's underpowered engine to stall or flame out. It adds nothing to the list, given both craft that succeeded where they failed are in it, and it is, on paper (because there's no other evidence otherwise) a deathtrap.

It never flew but it did perform test runs at the airfield. Your English sources are extremely limited in the matter for obvious reasons. Here is a far more of information. As you can clearly see by the position of the weapons, they’re positioned relatively like early Cold War Soviet jets, namely the MiG-15 and 17. Now I honestly don’t remember the problems with production MiG-15’s engine stalls and/or flameouts after firing their guns. Furthermore, if you give me a couple of days I could search my OKB’s archive for any data regarding the Yak-140. Also it’s engine by no means is underpowered- it’s TTW ratio actually EXCEEDS 1 (if the AM-11 engine is installed but given the relative ease of it’s maintance I doubt that this will be a problem).

[Laka Strolistandiler]

If you ask for them, I'll see about adding them. granted, such things would require airframe changes, such as reinforcements to handle the recoil of larger cannons, the added weight on the wings causing them to deform during manuevers, etc.

All right then how much would an ECM system (somewhat like the real life early Cold War ECM systems, like the EA-1F or something), early radar gunsight and an an ejection seat cost? I suppose with all of these upgrades Ho 229 when not charging straight ahead at pulse radar might have a chance of at very least not being shot down by radar-guided weapons? I mean it it manages to hide its intakes it’ll have some chance…

[American Pere Housh]

Would F-100D be a good plane to use?

[Laka Strolistandiler]

I would also request pricing on multiple jets that did flew or even entered production.
Tu-22M
MiG-25PDSL
MiG MFI (1.42)
Su-27 Flanker
Su-57 Felon

[Anowa]

The Yak-140 was a part of the Soviet Air Force "competition" in the early to mid 50s that culminated in the MiG-21. The only difference is that the Yak-140 never flew, being outright denied the chance for better designed of the aforementioned Mikoyan MiG-21, and Sukhoi's Su-9. The only listing weapons for it I can find are the twin 23mm guns with 75 rounds each, less than a second of firing time, guns which, when fired, were expected to reduce airspeed by nearly 600km/h, then causing the Yak-140's underpowered engine to stall or flame out. It adds nothing to the list, given both craft that succeeded where they failed are in it, and it is, on paper (because there's no other evidence otherwise) a deathtrap.

It never flew but it did perform test runs at the airfield. Your English sources are extremely limited in the matter for obvious reasons. Here is a far more of information. As you can clearly see by the position of the weapons, they’re positioned relatively like early Cold War Soviet jets, namely the MiG-15 and 17. Now I honestly don’t remember the problems with production MiG-15’s engine stalls and/or flameouts after firing their guns. Furthermore, if you give me a couple of days I could search my OKB’s archive for any data regarding the Yak-140.

You're comparing an aircraft that competed with the Su-9 and MiG-21 against the MiG-15 and MiG-17. The only aircraft on that list that isn't listed in the RP is the 15, primarily because the 17 is essentially a 15 with an afterburner. If you want to use an aircraft that's like any of those, than you're welcome to do so, but adding the Yak-140 won't add anything besides the name of an aircraft that'll be used for maybe two missions. Furthermore TTW isn't a great indicator of other things that affect flight speed, like drag, weight, and actual airflow. The TTW on the Yak-140 is over 1, alright, it's wing loading is means it has a comparatively high stall speed anyways since they're swept, not a delta like the MiG-21, MiG-31, or F-15. The Harrier GR7A and F-35B both have a TTW of 1.00, the Harrier isn't supersonic, but the F-35 is. The F-4E has a TTW of .94, the Su-27, 1.04 if it's fuel tank is about half full, the F-4E is still faster at sea level, despite being a literal brick aerodynamically.

TTW alone isn't a good indicator of how an aircraft will perform acceleration wise.

If you ask for them, I'll see about adding them. granted, such things would require airframe changes, such as reinforcements to handle the recoil of larger cannons, the added weight on the wings causing them to deform during manuevers, etc.

All right then how much would an ECM system (somewhat like the real life early Cold War ECM systems, like the EA-1F or something), early radar gunsight and an an ejection seat cost? I suppose with all of these upgrades Ho 229 when not charging straight ahead at pulse radar might have a chance of at very least not being shot down by radar-guided weapons? I mean it it manages to hide its intakes it’ll have some chance…

It'd cost more than the plane is worth. It would also very heavily affect flight performance, as the ECM system EA-1F requires at least two additional crew to run, which means most of the plane would have to be gutted for room to begin with, that's before actually adding in the ECM equipment. The radar gunsight actually requires a radar, which would just make you more noticeable on radar. As for an ejection seat, the canopy of the aircraft would need to be redesigned, as subsonic aircraft need to have canopies that break the glass before firing the seat's rockets, namely the Harrier, and F-35B have explosive cord in their canopies. This also ignores just how fucked the center of weight, lift and gravity would be by adding all this equipment into a wooden plane.

[Anowa]

I would also request pricing on multiple jets that did flew or even entered production.
Tu-22M
MiG-25PDSL
MiG MFI (1.42)
Su-27 Flanker
Su-57 Felon

Tu-22M - Tu-22M3 is already a Tier IV Special. Not adding a variant that really adds nothing more than weaker engines and inability to refuel mid flight.
MiG-25PDSL - We already have enough ECM aircraft. Not adding it.
MiG MFI (1.42) - Tier V, Ƶ288,000. Already added.
Su-27 Flanker - The Su-27S variant is the initial production variant, and currently sits at Tier III at Ƶ90,000.
Su-57 Felon - Sits at Tier V at Ƶ350,000. Already added.

[Anowa]

Would F-100D be a good plane to use?

It's decent enough. Lasted well into the 70s as a second line fighter bomber. It's a good plane to start with.

[Cereskia]

making a reservation post for my nation.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

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I’m not implying that Yak-140 having a good TTW rate is going to instantly overspeed all of the enemy jets including jets that are far more advanced than it is, however I am implying that it will be able to quickly accelerate to it’s maximal and cruise speed as well as will have a good climbing characteristics (because of low wing loading).
When talking about the plane’s stall speeds were entering the twilight zone where there is no data available on the net so I’ll attempt to calculate it myself. For this I’m going to use

formula, where Cyадоп is permissible lift coefficient. Now as this characteristic depends on aircraft’s AoA flying on which a slight shaking of the aircraft begins and is recorded during flight testing I will have to take it from an aircraft with similar airframe, an MiG-17 will work quite well. Taking data from this documents, page 184, and putting it into our formula we can deduce that our Yak-140 would have most likely had a stall speed of 190 kph. This effectively implies that Yak-140 while lacking in speed department would’ve been somewhat of an equivalent of an F-5 in flight characteristics, somewhat over performing it in climb and acceleration while underperforming in things like horizontal maneuver time.
On second thought I might just grab a MiG-17 and a Yak-140 IMO both of them cost so few…

[Anowa]

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I’m not implying that Yak-140 having a good TTW rate is going to instantly overspeed all of the enemy jets including jets that are far more advanced than it is, however I am implying that it will be able to quickly accelerate to it’s maximal and cruise speed as well as will have a good climbing characteristics (because of low wing loading).
When talking about the plane’s stall speeds were entering the twilight zone where there is no data available on the net so I’ll attempt to calculate it myself. For this I’m going to use

formula, where Cyадоп is permissible lift coefficient. Now as this characteristic depends on aircraft’s AoA flying on which a slight shaking of the aircraft begins and is recorded during flight testing I will have to take it from an aircraft with similar airframe, an MiG-17 will work quite well. Taking data from this documents, page 184, and putting it into our formula we can deduce that our Yak-140 would have most likely had a stall speed of 190 kph

You used data for an airframe with almost two square meters less wing area, and with a vastly different nose cone. Close only counts with horseshoes and hand grenades.

I'm still not going to add it.

[Kassaran]

If you ask for them, I'll see about adding them. granted, such things would require airframe changes, such as reinforcements to handle the recoil of larger cannons, the added weight on the wings causing them to deform during manuevers, etc.

All right then how much would an ECM system (somewhat like the real life early Cold War ECM systems, like the EA-1F or something), early radar gunsight and an an ejection seat cost? I suppose with all of these upgrades Ho 229 when not charging straight ahead at pulse radar might have a chance of at very least not being shot down by radar-guided weapons? I mean it it manages to hide its intakes it’ll have some chance…

Let us restate this, you're about as stealthy as most biplanes are right now in an Ho-229, as in not an obvious target, but all it takes is someone taking a second look at the Ho-229 to go, oh, that's not a really lost civie.

[Pasong Tirad]

The concept of a air combat-based RP has piqued my interest. I will strongly consider applying. But I gotta say I'm a bit overwhelmed and intimidated since I've never ventured into this territory before and it feels like a lot of technical know-how is necessary for me to be comfortable participating.

[Hastur]

The concept of a air combat-based RP has piqued my interest. I will strongly consider applying. But I gotta say I'm a bit overwhelmed and intimidated since I've never ventured into this territory before and it feels like a lot of technical know-how is necessary for me to be comfortable participating.

It’s based off an arcade flying game which has aerial vehicles the size of small towns, which are powered by the dead souls of Goebbels super weapons scientists.

So I wouldn’t worry too much about technical details, they don’t matter that much in the source material.

I'll try and have my Belkan knight up in a few days.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Note: Half of this was google translated from Russian so if you have trouble understanding what exactly did I wrote here give me a word.
Name: Helga Von Ritterchofen
Nationality: Belkan
Age (21 at youngest): 26
Gender: Female

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-2
Callsign: Red

Appearance:
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 76 kg

Aircraft: MiG-17PM
Aircraft Appearance: The wings and vertical stabilizer of the MiG are painted red with a red stripe running along the entire fuselage along the sides. Below the wings and fuselage are painted white. The aircraft has all the necessary identification marks. Number- “Red 013”.
Emblem: Red-colors number 13
Funds 32 000

Personality: By temperament, she is Sanguine, but she tries not to show it, especially in front of her comrades.
The personaloty is as follows - she has a very positive attitude to work, she is ready to work hard (and works) for the benefit of herself, her loved ones, which she also expects from the rest. Expects and with great enthusiasm tries to get them to do it. She treats other people depending on who these people are - he treats potential partners with respect and understanding, but she will not belittle himself too much in front of them. Attitude towards herself - "correctly understood pride" - she is really proud of her achievements and expects the same from others, although she admits some of her failures here and there, learns from her mistakes, so to speak. She is quite intelligent, capable of performing complex mathematical calculations in her head, carrying out short-term and long-term planning with calculations of probabilities and performing tactical and strategic analyzes, which greatly helps her in her profession. Emotionally, she is distinguished by an amazing devotion - devotion, first of all, to her family. He treats things frugally, or rather tries to treat things frugally, which is not very often done. Quite religious, although not fanatical
Strengths:
Good knowledge of her aircraft, high G-tolerance, good analytical skills, relatively large number of flight hours, albeit mostly in training or civilian planes, good ground combat and survival skills.
Weaknesses:
Sometimes too cautious, doesn’t like to take the risks, a little bit hesitant about killing her enemies, horrible at teamwork.
Likes: Old knight romances, medieval culture in general, hunting, swimming.
Dislikes: Alcohol, dishonesty, modern Belka in general, politics, chess

Bio:

Helga was born into a not exactly wealthy but surely long-lasting Belkan nobility. Although they certainly were not “a dynasty of warriors”, there were a few of noticeable warriors amongst her ancestors, the most famous of whom was Manfred Von Ritterchofen, a decorated fighter ace that fought for Belka during 1940’s (her MiG-17PM is actually his restored MiG-17PM in which he served during the later years) as well as her father Reihard Von Ritterchofen, a Belkan fighter pilot notable for his fruitless attempts to stop the nuclear bombing of their homeland. Most of her relatives got killed in one of the strikes, with the remaining few quickly gathering their belongings and emigrating into a than-peaceful Emmeria. While most of her family, especially her father, tried their best to raise her in a pacifistic nature, mainly because of them seeing the horrors of war first-hand, she neither the less was a big fan of military aircraft, going so far as buying and restoring a surplus MiG-17PM her grandfather once flew. She joined the voluntary squadron out of wish to prove herself more than worthy of being called a honorable warrior, as well as to reclaim the honor her family once had, during her grandfather’s time.

Crew Members:
N/A


RP Example:
For now this will do if you need other examples give me a word.

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[Offer Erapia]

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Uhhh, might wanna fix the formatting. Your text isn't supposed to be all bold.

All right were all good to go. Thanks for the correction by the way.

[Offer Erapia]

Name: Adam Winters
Nationality: Republic of INDUS
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): 0-1
Callsign: Jester-1

Appearance: Adam is tall with a better than average build. He has jet black hair and light brown eyes. His face is slender with a sharp chin and broad nose. A small scar hangs on the corner of his mouth on the left side giving him a small "frown".
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180lbs

Aircraft: Mirage iiiC
Aircraft Appearance: Adams Mirage is mostly a light grey color with blotches of dark blue along the aircrafts length. The trim of the wings and including the tails rudder are matte black. The center of the tail and wings are decorated by Adams emblem, a laughing jester encircled by a thin golden ring. The emblem itself pays homage to his call sign which is Jester-1.
Emblem: A crazed red and black jester laughing. The image is then encircled by a golden ring. The emblem itself is located on the tail and wings of the aircraft.
Funds: $5,000 after purchase

Personality: Adam is quiet and reserved. He doesn't say much to strangers only being social with friends. He is somewhat distant in demeanor only speaking out to give his input or when asked a question. He enjoys the company of others despite his introvert tendencies. Adam also very much enjoys the satisfaction of aiding others so he is always inclined to helping out. The only time he is ever a chatter box is when he is in the cockpit.
Its in the seat of his aircraft that his personality changes he is bold and quick to respond. He flies his craft aggressively loving the thrill of the hunt. He is assertive yet calm under pressure understanding conditions of severity. His level headed intellect and ability in understanding situational awareness allows him to be a capable pilot.
Strengths: Adams biggest strength is that he understands the limits to his aircraft. He is quick witted and easily asses situational awareness. On top of these pros Adam has extensive knowledge on BFM and close quarters dogfighting.
Weaknesses: Adam is deathly afraid of water and does not like to socialize much. His temper is not quick but his nerves to get the better of him. He has a minor fear of bees and somewhat bull headed.
Likes: Adam loves reading almost as much as he enjoys eating. One could say he lives to eat, so much so that he has a hidden stash of snacks somewhere. In his spare time one could find him writing or sketching pictures weather it be journaling his experiences or drawing the occasional bird.
Dislikes: Adam has many flaws one of which being the fear of water. He is afraid do to the fact that he can't swim. Along with this he does not like to socialize and prefers to be by his lonesome. And while not particularly hot tempered his nerves do sometimes get the better of him.

Bio: Adam was born in the republic of Indus where he grew up in the city. Being an only child while also being tye son of a military man adam was raised with respect and discipline. Although bright and intelligent adam never journeyed outside his house much always sticking to books and occasionally riding his bike. He was, for the most part, a quiet kid. Adam went through primary school where he got better than average grades and even made a friend or two.
Even at a young age Adam aspired to be a pilot just like his dad before him. He was always so fascinated with planes how they worked and the potential capabilities they had when pitted against another. Through this endless search of knowledge he and his father bonded quickly. Adam would get the satisfaction of knowing while his father relieved past and positive experiences about his time in the service. It was here that the young boy would cement his desire to become a pilot just like his father.
As Adam grew tall he quickly set out. Now in highschool he joined ROTC where he quickly rose through the ranks. He finished highschool at the rank of master sergeant. It was only a few short weeks later that he received the letter from the military encouragingly asking if he'd like to join. He immediately went to the nearest recruiter office and signed away. And after a few short weeks he had packed his things, hugged his aging father goodbye, and boarded the bus to his awaiting dream.
To others basic training might have been a drag but to adam it was paradise. And to top it all off he was like a dry sponge in an ocean of knowledge. His high test scores certified his desire to learn and apply what he obtained through the slideshows, presentations and textbooks. After basic was completed he went into his individual training. It was harder than basic but he never turned from a challenge. The weeks soon went by and he graduated at the top of his class, and so, the right to select any aircraft was rightfully his. The list itself was long and many hard choices were brought to his attention. But after a long, hard mental battle he chose a fighter. The Mirage iiiC at that time was a reliable and relatively new craft. And he fantasized about flying her for the first time. Of course he had to go through practice rune and multiple simulation before actually flying the metal beast.
The months crept by and the last simulation had been completed. He had just gotten out of the G chamber his head still throbbing from the 9.2 G's of force he had been put through. When his commanding officer informed him of his very first run in his new and untouched aircraft. He was estatic and the next morning at 0800 he shot out of bed like a missile and, after getting dressed, went to debrief. The plane itself was a true marvel of human engineering. The first flight was a memory that would never be forgotten. The controls were smooth and she reacted beautifully to his commands.
At least to him his military career was sadly short after a head injury left him unconscious for quite some time. He was honorably discharged and sent home. Even after his departure he never felt deflated he was content with the fact that he lived his days doing what he loved most. And almost immediately after he got into a roofing gig. It was hard work but it payed well and gave him something to do. A few years had went by since then and Adam found himself reading a newspaper on a interesting topic two neighbouring countries on bad terms had finally crossed the threshold and went to war with each other. It was nothing new to him he knew it was inevitable that it would happen given the past events. But as he read he found a small box below the main issue about mercenaries for hire. A tingle of some old dormant flame quivered and grew inside adam and before he knew it he was picking up the phone to make some calls.

Crew Members: 1


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the sailor walked along the mighty ship she was enormous and a power to be reckoned with. His favorite part was the guns the silent seventeen inch batteries didn't dare move instead they stared straight ahead as if waiting for something. Walking over he stared down the side of the ship her waterline was kissed by the choppy waves it was as if they greeted her with open arms. Gazing up, the young sailor saw the clear skies that seemed to stretch for eternity. He closed his eyes and let his senses bask in the gentle breeze of the erapian coast. The boats rocking soothed him like a lullabies his mother would sing when he was a young lad. His peace was rudely interrupted by the intercoms that we're bring to life.

"Target!, Two o'clock, port side! Battle stations battle station!"

This would be his first drill he watched as hundreds of men in white poured out from the ship. He frantically looked around, wondering, where his station was. While in his search he was caught by a magnificent sight, the guns, the ones that gleamed with power, the ones that were silent a mere moment ago began to move. They turned with a steady pace and we're soon adjacent with the ship. The young boy looked to where the guns we're pointing and there, on the open ocean, was a ship. She appeared to be a freighter of sorts. He looked back with a smile on his face and watched the guns with excitement. Time seemed to slow and seconds felt like hours ,then, the guns were suddenly brought to life. The thunderous clap they made rung his ears and he was nearly brought to the ground from the shakes that plagued the ship. He watched as large plumes of thick, black smoke filled the air. Flashes of light stained his vision as the guns were sent into rapid fire. Overcome with excitement and joy he shouted

"FUCK YEAH!"

His remark was drowned out by the blasts of the cannons. He looked around and found a binocular stand up on the superstructure. Running, he scaled the ladder, nearly being thrown off from the vibrations. Once at the top he ushered a fellow seamen out of the way. He gazed into the binoculars and saw the target. She was a freighter alright and an erapian one at that. The tattered striped flag flapped in the wind he zoomed in on the name.

"GEN Capulet huh, I know about you"

He spoke to himself his vision was temporarily blinded by a flash of light as a shell struck the already listing vessel. He blinked and zoomed out not wanting to go through that again. Three more flashes occurred in rapid session and a extremely large red explosion over took the sky above the ship. The sailors mouth dropped and he stared in awe it was around several seconds later that he heard the sound that went with an explosion. It was so loud it was too loud it was louder than the giant guns it hurt his ears and his hands flew to them as they ringed in agony. He shook his head and eventually sound returned. He looked in the binos again and was surprised to see the ship was vertical her ass was raised like a flag and giant holes ran alongside her hull. A large gapping hole, that the young boy estimated to be around twenty feet, had been ripped into the freighters side. He stepped back a minute later as the last of the wreckage slipped beneath the waves. He clambered down the latter and walked to the front of the ship, turning, he stared at the guns, the superstructure all of it. He smirked and looked at the sea that laid ahead. He was certain that with a ship like this that there was certainly nothing to fear.

"Come on world, bring it on"

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Jester-1 is a unit callsign, not an individual callsign. jester is what I will consider for the individual.

The Mirage IIIC should require *all* of the starting fund, not just 45,000.

Ok. I fixed the mistakes is there any other inconsistencies?

[Anowa]

Name: Adam winters
Nationality: Republic of Indus
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): 0-1
Callsign: Jester

Appearance: Adam is tall with a better than average build. He has jet black hair and light brown eyes. His face is slender with a sharp chin and broad nose. A small scar hangs on the corner of his mouth on the left side giving him a small "frown".
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180lbs

Aircraft: Mirage iiiC
Aircraft Appearance: Adams Mirage is mostly a light grey color with blotches of dark blue along the aircrafts length. The trim of the wings and including the tails rudder are matte black. The center of the tail and wings are decorated by Adams emblem, a laughing jester encircled by a thin golden ring. The emblem itself pays homage to his call sign which is Jester.
Emblem: A crazed red and black jester laughing. The image is then encircled by a golden ring. The emblem itself is located on the tail and wings of the aircraft.
Funds: $0

Personality: Adam is quiet and reserved. He doesn't say much to strangers only being social with friends. He is somewhat distant in demeanor only speaking out to give his input or when asked a question. He enjoys the company of others despite his introvert tendencies. Adam also very much enjoys the satisfaction of aiding others so he is always inclined to helping out. The only time he is ever a chatter box is when he is in the cockpit.
Its in the seat of his aircraft that his personality changes he is bold and quick to respond. He flies his craft aggressively loving the thrill of the hunt. He is assertive yet calm under pressure understanding conditions of severity. His level headed intellect and ability in understanding situational awareness allows him to be a capable pilot
Strengths: Adams biggest strength is that he understands the limits to his aircraft. He is quick witted and easily asses situational awareness. On top of these pros Adam has extensive knowledge on BFM and close quarters dogfighting.
Weaknesses: Adam is deathly afraid of water and does not like to socialize much. His temper is not quick but his nerves to get the better of him. He has a minor fear of bees and somewhat bull headed.
Likes: Adam loves reading almost as much as he enjoys eating. One could say he lives to eat, so much so that he has a hidden stash of snacks somewhere. In his spare time one could find him writing or sketching pictures weather it be journaling his experiences or drawing the occasional bird.
Dislikes: Adam has many flaws one of which being the fear of water. He is afraid do to the fact that he can't swim. Along with this he does not like to socialize and prefers to be by his lonesome. And while not particularly hot tempered his nerves do sometimes get the better of him.

Bio: Adam was born in the republic of Indus where he grew up in the city. Being an only child while also being tye son of a military man adam was raised with respect and discipline. Although bright and intelligent adam never journeyed outside his house much always sticking to books and occasionally riding his bike. He was, for the most part, a quiet kid. Adam went through primary school where he got better than average grades and even made a friend or two.
Even at a young age Adam aspired to be a pilot just like his dad before him. He was always so fascinated with planes how they worked and the potential capabilities they had when pitted against another. Through this endless search of knowledge he and his father bonded quickly. Adam would get the satisfaction of knowing while his father relieved past and positive experiences about his time in the service. It was here that the young boy would cement his desire to become a pilot just like his father.
As Adam grew tall he quickly set out. Now in highschool he joined ROTC where he quickly rose through the ranks. He finished highschool at the rank of master sergeant. It was only a few short weeks later that he received the letter from the military encouragingly asking if he'd like to join. He immediately went to the nearest recruiter office and signed away. And after a few short weeks he had packed his things, hugged his aging father goodbye, and boarded the bus to his awaiting dream.
To others basic training might have been a drag but to adam it was paradise. And to top it all off he was like a dry sponge in an ocean of knowledge. His high test scores certified his desire to learn and apply what he obtained through the slideshows, presentations and textbooks. After basic was completed he went into his individual training. It was harder than basic but he never turned from a challenge. The weeks soon went by and he graduated at the top of his class, and so, the right to select any aircraft was rightfully his. The list itself was long and many hard choices were brought to his attention. But after a long, hard mental battle he chose a fighter. The Mirage iiiC at that time was a reliable and relatively new craft. And he fantasized about flying her for the first time. Of course he had to go through practice rune and multiple simulation before actually flying the metal beast.
The months crept by and the last simulation had been completed. He had just gotten out of the G chamber his head still throbbing from the 9.2 G's of force he had been put through. When his commanding officer informed him of his very first run in his new and untouched aircraft. He was estatic and the next morning at 0800 he shot out of bed like a missile and, after getting dressed, went to debrief. The plane itself was a true marvel of human engineering. The first flight was a memory that would never be forgotten. The controls were smooth and she reacted beautifully to his commands.
At least to him his military career was sadly short after a head injury left him unconscious for quite some time. He was honorably discharged and sent home. Even after his departure he never felt deflated he was content with the fact that he lived his days doing what he loved most. And almost immediately after he got into a roofing gig. It was hard work but it payed well and gave him something to do. A few years had went by since then and Adam found himself reading a newspaper on a interesting topic two neighbouring countries on bad terms had finally crossed the threshold and went to war with each other. It was nothing new to him he knew it was inevitable that it would happen given the past events. But as he read he found a small box below the main issue about mercenaries for hire. A tingle of some old dormant flame quivered and grew inside adam and before he knew it he was picking up the phone to make some calls.

Crew Members: 1


RP Example: 2018 5:49 pm

the sailor walked along the mighty ship she was enormous and a power to be reckoned with. His favorite part was the guns the silent seventeen inch batteries didn't dare move instead they stared straight ahead as if waiting for something. Walking over he stared down the side of the ship her waterline was kissed by the choppy waves it was as if they greeted her with open arms. Gazing up, the young sailor saw the clear skies that seemed to stretch for eternity. He closed his eyes and let his senses bask in the gentle breeze of the erapian coast. The boats rocking soothed him like a lullabies his mother would sing when he was a young lad. His peace was rudely interrupted by the intercoms that we're bring to life.

"Target!, Two o'clock, port side! Battle stations battle station!"

This would be his first drill he watched as hundreds of men in white poured out from the ship. He frantically looked around, wondering, where his station was. While in his search he was caught by a magnificent sight, the guns, the ones that gleamed with power, the ones that were silent a mere moment ago began to move. They turned with a steady pace and we're soon adjacent with the ship. The young boy looked to where the guns we're pointing and there, on the open ocean, was a ship. She appeared to be a freighter of sorts. He looked back with a smile on his face and watched the guns with excitement. Time seemed to slow and seconds felt like hours ,then, the guns were suddenly brought to life. The thunderous clap they made rung his ears and he was nearly brought to the ground from the shakes that plagued the ship. He watched as large plumes of thick, black smoke filled the air. Flashes of light stained his vision as the guns were sent into rapid fire. Overcome with excitement and joy he shouted

"FUCK YEAH!"

His remark was drowned out by the blasts of the cannons. He looked around and found a binocular stand up on the superstructure. Running, he scaled the ladder, nearly being thrown off from the vibrations. Once at the top he ushered a fellow seamen out of the way. He gazed into the binoculars and saw the target. She was a freighter alright and an erapian one at that. The tattered striped flag flapped in the wind he zoomed in on the name.

"GEN Capulet huh, I know about you"

He spoke to himself his vision was temporarily blinded by a flash of light as a shell struck the already listing vessel. He blinked and zoomed out not wanting to go through that again. Three more flashes occurred in rapid session and a extremely large red explosion over took the sky above the ship. The sailors mouth dropped and he stared in awe it was around several seconds later that he heard the sound that went with an explosion. It was so loud it was too loud it was louder than the giant guns it hurt his ears and his hands flew to them as they ringed in agony. He shook his head and eventually sound returned. He looked in the binos again and was surprised to see the ship was vertical her ass was raised like a flag and giant holes ran alongside her hull. A large gapping hole, that the young boy estimated to be around twenty feet, had been ripped into the freighters side. He stepped back a minute later as the last of the wreckage slipped beneath the waves. He clambered down the latter and walked to the front of the ship, turning, he stared at the guns, the superstructure all of it. He smirked and looked at the sea that laid ahead. He was certain that with a ship like this that there was certainly nothing to fear.

"Come on world, bring it on"

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accepted