Ace Combat: Ashes of War (OOC/Closed)

[Anowa]

But she aint in Yuktobania she in Emmeria and we was giving heading and altitude by the AWACS

I understand, but a simple request won’t hurt eh? Also what’s the actual problem with having an AWACS guide her towards the target? I don’t mean that it has to do it- I was actually expecting this request to be denied.

Given the guidelines related to combat action, it has to answer your request.

[Kyraina]

I understand, but a simple request won’t hurt eh? Also what’s the actual problem with having an AWACS guide her towards the target? I don’t mean that it has to do it- I was actually expecting this request to be denied.

Given the guidelines related to combat action, it has to answer your request.

It will answer your request, by giving you the heading and Altititude it is guiding you on to the target. When a Controller guides you to target they give you heading, and they give you altitude, unless its a ground target that is hard to see from Air then we guide you in with very simple directions. for air on air we give heading and altitude and update as needed

[The Oshian Federation]

Tbqh Ground Controlled Interception is almost like guiding a civvie airliner to land... i.e. they provide specific heading to fly and specific altitude to fly until something like this happens.
This is something I doubt most AWACS operators will do in the 21st century. People are probs more familiar in a system where you are provided a target heading/speed/altitude and you yourself figures out where to put your plane accordingly.
<.>
Which is a problem when you are flying a MiG-17PM and your radar sucks.

[Kyraina]

Tbqh Ground Controlled Interception is almost like guiding a civvie airliner to land... i.e. they provide specific heading to fly and specific altitude to fly until something like this happens.
This is something I doubt most AWACS operators will do in the 21st century. People are probs more familiar in a system where you are provided a target heading/speed/altitude and you yourself figures out where to put your plane accordingly.
<.>
Which is a problem when you are flying a MiG-17PM and your radar sucks.

Interception is handled the same way from air and ground, Target heading, speed, altitude, and adjustments as needed. The controller both ground ATC and Air ATC handle it the same way. we guide right to target

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Tbqh Ground Controlled Interception is almost like guiding a civvie airliner to land... i.e. they provide specific heading to fly and specific altitude to fly until something like this happens.
This is something I doubt most AWACS operators will do in the 21st century. People are probs more familiar in a system where you are provided a target heading/speed/altitude and you yourself figures out where to put your plane accordingly.
<.>
Which is a problem when you are flying a MiG-17PM and your radar sucks.

Look, budget cuts have had to be made… Maybe if I rack up a couple of kills this mission I’ll trade it in for something better or install a better radar.

[Kassaran]

Ya know, there is a flight lead who does exist right now. And with all the other squadrons present, we have a force that accounts for 4 Hornets, 4 Mirages, and 5 Vipers not including the rag tag of everything else.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

So, I’ll be correct to say that the enemy is going at an altitude of 8,8 thousand feet and MiG-21’s as well as Tu-95’s are traveling at tight formation right?

[Dayganistan]

Ya know, there is a flight lead who does exist right now. And with all the other squadrons present, we have a force that accounts for 4 Hornets, 4 Mirages, and 5 Vipers not including the rag tag of everything else.

If this is in reference to my post I'm not referring to the entire force but rather just the team my pilot is with according to the roster. Just trying to coordinate tactics with my more immediate wingmen.

[Anowa]

So, I’ll be correct to say that the enemy is going at an altitude of 8,8 thousand feet and MiG-21’s as well as Tu-95’s are traveling at tight formation right?

8.8 thousand meters. But yes.

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Edited my post again, this time it’s fine? Sorry for causing a lot of trouble but again, finals are shit and that’s basically my first time roleplaying in a P2TM.

[The United Remnants of America]

Yeah, yeah. I'll get to it....

Eventually.

[Rupudska]

Yeah, yeah. I'll get to it....

Eventually.

I'm pretty sure the Emmerians will frown on war crime attempts most strongly.

[Anowa]

Name: Henrietta "Annette" Middleton
Nationality: Emmerian
Age (21 at youngest): 21
Gender: F

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-1 (or whatever 2LT is)
Callsign: Limaf

Appearance: Blargh
Height: 166 cm
Weight: 57.5 kg

Aircraft: McDonnell Douglas F-4E Phantom II
Aircraft Appearance: West European Green
Emblem:

(Image)

Funds 50,000 dib-dobs minus 50,000 dib-dobs = Nothing. :3

Personality: For as long as Annette could remember she had been the house idealist in her family, with a firm belief in the goodness of the world. 2 months of blitzkrieg from the Stovies, and her brother going MIA however has broken that façade just a little bit. It has also removed the smile that used to be on her face.
Strengths: A thorough officer and a light sleeper
Weaknesses: Doesn't sleep, stands on ceremony and didn't do that well in school
Likes: Chocolate - 95% black. Tea. Calm music.
Dislikes: Studying. Sleeping. Loss.

Bio: Twenty-one year old Annette Middleton was born in 1994, as the second daughter to a pair of clerks from the east of the country. Choosing a completely separate career from her parents she graduated in 2014 from the air force academy in the middle of her class of a hundred cadets. She was assigned to fighter training for the next year. On the eruption of the war her family was put on an evacuation flight westwards, her elder brother got drafted into the army aand then went missing in one of the battles for their home city... and she herself was thrust into the fray in the first squadron REAF could find for her... which happened to be some outrageous squadron with really ancient relics - evidently hastily raised given that and the consolidated thing in its name. A slightly more senior (to her) RIO was put with her into an F-4E and that was apparently it. Adopted a laughing fox as her emblem mostly as a joke.

Crew Members: O-1 Mathilda Pevensie (22)


RP Example: Eggnog

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Accepted.

[Herador]

Yeah, yeah. I'll get to it....

Eventually.

I'm pretty sure the Emmerians will frown on war crime attempts most strongly.

AC6 did make them seem like a bunch of International Treaty following dweebs.

[Anowa]

I'm pretty sure the Emmerians will frown on war crime attempts most strongly.

AC6 did make them seem like a bunch of International Treaty following dweebs.

Supplemental materials did though.

[Empire of Donner land]

Name: Benjamin Antall
Nationality: Osean
Age (21 at youngest): 28
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-1 2nd Lieutenant
Callsign: Vigil

Appearance:
An athletic build but they've started to atrophy due to lack of maintenance, pale green eyes that usually look tired. Light brown hair at a short length that is only just now seems to be starting to grow out. Somewhat tan, with a clear complexion with the exception of a birthmark on their chin. No piercings, or tattoos, but does have a Scar on the back of their neck.
Height: 5'11" (1.8 M)
Weight: 180 lbs (~80 kg)

Aircraft: Su-17UM3
Aircraft Appearance: The Fitter is predominantly a dark grey-blue with patterned camouflage. The left swept-wing is muted red; the right swept-wing is muted yellow.
Emblem: A stylized heart reminiscent to Art Nouveau. Left half is red; right half is yellow.
Funds Ƶ 14,800

Personality:
Ben is dangerously blasé about their working environment as a Mercenary Pilot, and this carefree attitude similarly translates into everyday life. All due to his early life experiences, and later in the military from training and of course conflict, becoming jaded of both warfare and the prominent struggle of keeping their sanity due to incompetence. He strays strongly away from politics of every variety because of this, though he has his opinions, keeping them to himself even if pushed. Despite this, he's spoken openly if inoffensively, tending to carefully choose his words, and even if his jaded experiences color his vision, they're empathetic, and tend to try to see the reasoning behind the actions of others, if only to see if it's a threat to him or his Aircraft.

Strengths:

Their morale is nigh unshakeable and is able to keep calm in the hairiest of situations.
Weaknesses:

A tendency to be calm leads them to be overconfident in a fight, retreat becoming a less likely decision.
Likes:

A good book, summer, and journaling.
Dislikes:

The color red, anyone a higher rank than Captain, and complaining.

Bio:
Ben Antall was born in Oured, Osea, in December 1986, the only child to a single Mother and the Son of an unknown Father who as far as he knew, packed up as soon as he knew she was positive, he's never particularly blamed him. He grew up passively through the years, and latched onto the stories he was hearing during the Belkan War through the news, and later through history books during High School, getting through the scare that was the Ullyses Incident. Later, he'd go to college with the idea in mind of then joining the Osean Airforce, wanting to join the Greats, become an Ace of his own. However, he joined at an inopportune time to do any of that during the Era of Peace in 2006, watching the Arkbird sail into orbit and hanging around his Airbase playing Baseball and writing a book that he would later give up on and throw away.

Ben however would eventually get his wish as the opening salvos at Sand Island would be fired, starting the Circum-Pacific War with Yuktobania. He participated in the invasion of Yuktobania as an A-10 Thunderbolt pilot, and later being retrained for Anti-Radiation Operations as the Yuktobanians stepped up their Ground Anti-Air to stop the superiority of Osean Air Forces. Multiple times throughout their career, however, their commanding officers repeatedly retreated and stopped operations in the tracks when the initiative could have been pushed and the day won, especially with ground troops and other squadrons counting on them to help finish the fight for good. It reached a boiling point when Benjamin assaulted a Senior Officer, not the first time, but with the war how it was, they couldn't afford to lose any more experienced Pilots and at any other time, he would be sent off the rot in Prison. The situation was brushed under the rug, but he was on thin ice.

Eventually, the Circum-Pacific war drew to a close as Yuktobania and Osea agreed to stop fighting, and the coup behind it all was revealed. Benjamin would become an Ace, but at the time when he achieved it, he had forgotten all about that dream of his and focused more on trying to survive rather than glory, to the point where all the fighting simply became "going with the motions". After the war completed, however, the many Officers he had gotten on the wrong side of during the conflict eventually laid their sights back on him, and he was given the "light sentence" of being discharged. Without many other career options before him, and without any other skills, Mercenary work looked lucrative.

It was then that he had met Faucheux, and for a year the two were partnered up together, Ben rolling with the punches that were their opposite personalities. Finding themselves now in Emmeria.

Crew Members: 2nd Lieutenant Marceline "Mooncalf" Faucheux - Pilot


RP Example:
Ace Combat: Broken Line
I dunno, basically anything you've done with me in Alitheia

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[Anowa]

Name: Benjamin Antall
Nationality: Osean
Age (21 at youngest): 28
Gender: Male

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-1 2nd Lieutenant
Callsign: Vigil

Appearance:
Height: 5'11" (1.8 M)
Weight: 180 lbs (~80 kg)

Aircraft: Su-17UM3
Aircraft Appearance: The Fitter is predominantly a dark grey-blue with patterned camouflage. The left swept-wing is muted red; the right swept-wing is muted yellow.
Emblem: A stylized heart reminiscent to Art Nouveau. Left half is red; right half is yellow.
Funds Ƶ 1,500

Personality:
Ben is dangerously blasé about their working environment as a Mercenary Pilot, and this carefree attitude similarly translates into everyday life. All due to his early life experiences, and later in the military from training and of course conflict, becoming jaded of both warfare and the prominent struggle of keeping their sanity due to incompetence. He strays strongly away from politics of every variety because of this, though he has his opinions, keeping them to himself even if pushed. Despite this, he's spoken openly if inoffensively, tending to carefully choose his words, and even if his jaded experiences color his vision, they're empathetic, and tend to try to see the reasoning behind the actions of others, if only to see if it's a threat to him or his Aircraft.

Strengths:

Their morale is nigh unshakeable and is able to keep calm in the hairiest of situations.
Weaknesses:

A tendency to be calm leads them to be overconfident in a fight, retreat becoming a less likely decision.
Likes:

A good book, summer, and journaling.
Dislikes:

The color red, anyone a higher rank than Captain, and complaining.

Bio:
Ben Antall was born in Oured, Osea, in December 1986, the only child to a single Mother and the Son of an unknown Father who as far as he knew, packed up as soon as he knew she was positive, he's never particularly blamed him. He grew up passively through the years, and latched onto the stories he was hearing during the Belkan War through the news, and later through history books during High School, getting through the scare that was the Ullyses Incident. Later, he'd go to college with the idea in mind of then joining the Osean Airforce, wanting to join the Greats, become an Ace of his own. However, he joined at an inopportune time to do any of that during the Era of Peace in 2006, watching the Arkbird sail into orbit and hanging around his Airbase playing Baseball and writing a book that he would later give up on and throw away.

Ben however would eventually get his wish as the opening salvos at Sand Island would be fired, starting the Circum-Pacific War with Yuktobania. He participated in the invasion of Yuktobania as an A-10 Thunderbolt pilot, and later being retrained for Anti-Radiation Operations as the Yuktobanians stepped up their Ground Anti-Air to stop the superiority of Osean Air Forces. Multiple times throughout their career, however, their commanding officers repeatedly retreated and stopped operations in the tracks when the initiative could have been pushed and the day won, especially with ground troops and other squadrons counting on them to help finish the fight for good. It reached a boiling point when Benjamin assaulted a Senior Officer, not the first time, but with the war how it was, they couldn't afford to lose any more experienced Pilots and at any other time, he would be sent off the rot in Prison. The situation was brushed under the rug, but he was on thin ice.

Eventually, the Circum-Pacific war drew to a close as Yuktobania and Osea agreed to stop fighting, and the coup behind it all was revealed. Benjamin would become an Ace, but at the time when he achieved it, he had forgotten all about that dream of his and focused more on trying to survive rather than glory, to the point where all the fighting simply became "going with the motions". After the war completed, however, the many Officers he had gotten on the wrong side of during the conflict eventually laid their sights back on him, and he was given the "light sentence" of being discharged. Without many other career options before him, and without any other skills, Mercenary work looked lucrative.

It was then that he had met Faucheux, and for a year the two were partnered up together, Ben rolling with the punches that were their opposite personalities. Finding themselves now in Emmeria.

Crew Members: 2nd Lieutenant Marceline "Mooncalf" Faucheux - Pilot


RP Example:
Ace Combat: Broken Line
I dunno, basically anything you've done with me in Alitheia

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accepted

[The United Remnants of America]

Name: Wulf Hetzenauer
Nationality: Belkan
Age (21 at youngest): 52
Gender: Male

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

Appearance:

[img]https://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/serious-middleaged-man-folded-arms-260nw-1016721946.jpg[/im]

Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 183 lbs

Aircraft: Douglas AC-47D Spooky
Aircraft Appearance: Matte grey camouflage.
Emblem:

[img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnn6hLrnoY3wNZeBvNIf1TSDq50M1Dfuv1xCyuivOT1RDw0KHY01vFXfNeTUxHhaHNuME&usqp=CAU[/im]

Funds $54,300.00

Personality: Relatively quiet and soft-spoken around those he doesn't know, Wulf becomes friendly, open, and supportive of friends and allies. The years have led him to become a paternalistic father to those under his command.
Strengths: Experience over almost 30 years of combat flight, caution, and steadfastness
Weaknesses: Procrastinates, has a tendency to smoke, even during flight, and has a clear bias for Osean and Yuktobanian aircraft.
Likes: Rock music, a good drink, a good cigar, and being prepared
Dislikes: Surprises, negligence, laxness.

Bio: Born into a barely middle-class family, Wulf grew up in a forested area far away from urban life. Since his father and grandfather were both pilots in the Belkan Air Force, Wulf himself started his career at a local airport before enlisting at the age of 19, where he was eventually discharged for a series of short-sighted and poor decisions. Afterwards, Wulf went on to become a mercenary pilot, falling into a conflict in South Sotoa, where he honed his skills flying ground attack aircraft. Later on, he would serve with friends old and new as a mercenary through Seian, before joining Snowcat squadron in the service of Aiden Kelly with a few others. Together, despite many losses, Snowcat would survive and go on to become a staple mercenary squadron, serving here and there in small conflicts over the years, where Wulf would eventually upgrade into larger forms of ground support aircraft. With the death of most of Snowcat's core members at the hands of Scythe, Hetzenauer would be a central figure in mustering the surviving personnel of Snowcat to avoid the slow death spiral of the squadron, eventually earning them all a spot in a new brewing conflict between Emmeria and Estovakia...

Crew Members:
Douglas AC 47D Spooky, callsign "Headhunter"
Pilot: Wulf "Serpent" Hetzenauer
Copilot: Jyri "Glory" Rasimus IV
Navigator: Kacper Gibson
Flight Engineer: Hester Goddard
Loadmaster: Kareena Webb
Gunner 1: Harley Rush
Gunner 2: Paddy Montes


RP Example: Eat me.

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[The United Remnants of America]

Name: Tobias McLeod
Nationality: Perfanesian
Age (21 at youngest): 23
Gender: Male

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

Appearance:

[img]https://static1.funidelia.com/16549-f6_big2/top-gun-deluxe-costume.jpg[/im]

Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 170 lbs

Aircraft: F-105D Thunderchief
Aircraft Appearance: Light grey bottom, blue-grey top
Emblem:

Funds $25,850

Personality: Brash, aggressive, and cocky. Prone to bouts of deep depression, usually fueled by alcohol.
Strengths: Will do anything at least once, as aggressive on-mission as in life, will take risks to achieve a success
Weaknesses: Will do anything at least once, has trouble spending downtime with others, takes too many risks
Likes: Explosions, flying, partying as hard as he works, Uncle Wulf
Dislikes: Markus L. Pearsohn, others bringing up his father(especially if it's to talk shit), being called "Toby"

Bio:
Tobias was orphaned as a toddler, his parents killed in an accident, leaving him the only survivor of his family. A friend of the McLeod family, Amy Kelly, took young Tobias into her home. Amy's husband, Aiden, was a mercenary pilot, as well as a part-time trainer in the Perfanesian Air Force, and the two had one son together, Logan, who was 3 years older than Tobias. While awkward at first, Logan Kelly soon warmed to the idea of having a younger brother, and they became fast friends, as if they were biological siblings. Both kids looked up to and idolized their father, Aiden. Tobias and Logan would be enraptured by every story Aiden would tell when he came home after a long assignment, hanging on his every word. Tobias and Logan promised each other to become pilots when they were old enough.

Soon enough Logan would enlist in the Perfanesian Air Force, earning his wings and putting his time in before leaving immediately to join his father's mercenary squadron, Snowcat. Tobias, being the younger brother, would follow in his adoptive father and brother's footsteps, joining the Air Force and staying only long enough to get his wings without turning it into a career. And so Snowcat became a generational affair, with Aiden's aging comrades being joined by his two sons. Aiden would never allow Tobias or Logan to go on combat contracts around the world, only allowing them to do "safe" OpFor operations as contracted by the Perfanesian Air Force. This was how they would cut their teeth. Until their first combat assignment with Dad. The last combat assignment with Dad.

It was supposed to be a simple combat mission. In and out. Little to no threat to any of the pilots of Snowcat. Aiden "Frosty" Kelly, Logan "Arctic" Kelly, Tobias "Glacier" McLeod, and Aiden's oldest fried, Liora "Panther" Cohen signed up for the mission. It went off without a hitch, a perfect combat mission, a perfect way for Aiden's sons to cut their teeth in an active warzone. And then they showed up on radar. Scythe. Tobias had heard stories of the dreaded Scythe squadron, a collection of ruthless, skillful pilots from Aiden's days as a younger pilot.

The engagement was a bloodbath. Logan died almost immediately, downed by Markus Pearson, a friend-turned-rival of Aiden's. Some nights, Tobias can still hear Dad's scream of furious despair over the radio as they collectively watched Logan die. Liora had been killed next, running cover for Tobias. Aiden had always talked about how her plane had only been damaged one time over hundreds of sorties, called her an untouchable angel of the skies. Tobias was next. His plane had been hit, he was going down. As his unresponsive aircraft plummeted towards the ground, the last words he heard his dad say were "I'm sorry, boys."

Tobias was able to deploy his chute, saving him from a fiery crash, but his father, brother, and a woman he considered family never landed. Tobias spent 2 months in rehabilitation, recovering from injuries sustained on a rough landing. Meanwhile, Snowcat fell apart. The pilots, crew, and personnel they'd gathered over the years leaving as the squadron died. Only a handful remained, and as Tobias prepared to return to the skies, despite the desperate pleas of his mother, Tobias made a promise to himself, standing over the grave of his father: If he ever had the chance, Markus Pearsohn would die.

Tobias only had one thing left to do before he returned to the skies. He returned to his family's hangar at the local airport and pulled a dusty tarp off an aging aircraft, an F-105D Thunderchief bearing a familiar emblem on its wings and a beloved name under the cockpit: Frosty. Tobias would fly again, and he would fly in his father's place.

With control of Snowcat now squarely on the shoulders of "Uncle" Wulf Hetzenauer, the next couple years were a series of minor contracts for Snowcat, mainly supporting the Perfanesian Air Force. That is, until a request for volunteer pilots came across Uncle Wulf's desk from Emmeria...

Crew Members:
Pilot: Tobias "Frosty" McLeod


RP Example: Hahaha, no.

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[Anowa]

Name: Tobias McLeod
Nationality: Perfanesian
Age (21 at youngest): 23
Gender: Male

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

Appearance:

(Image)

Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 170 lbs

Aircraft: F-105D Thunderchief
Aircraft Appearance: Light grey bottom, blue-grey top
Emblem:

(Image)

Funds $0.00

Personality: Brash, aggressive, and cocky. Prone to bouts of deep depression, usually fueled by alcohol.
Strengths: Will do anything at least once, as aggressive on-mission as in life, will take risks to achieve a success
Weaknesses: Will do anything at least once, has trouble spending downtime with others, takes too many risks
Likes: Explosions, flying, partying as hard as he works, Uncle Wulf
Dislikes: Markus L. Pearsohn, others bringing up his father(especially if it's to talk shit), being called "Toby"

Bio:
Tobias was orphaned as a toddler, his parents killed in an accident, leaving him the only survivor of his family. A friend of the McLeod family, Amy Kelly, took young Tobias into her home. Amy's husband, Aiden, was a mercenary pilot, as well as a part-time trainer in the Perfanesian Air Force, and the two had one son together, Logan, who was 3 years older than Tobias. While awkward at first, Logan Kelly soon warmed to the idea of having a younger brother, and they became fast friends, as if they were biological siblings. Both kids looked up to and idolized their father, Aiden. Tobias and Logan would be enraptured by every story Aiden would tell when he came home after a long assignment, hanging on his every word. Tobias and Logan promised each other to become pilots when they were old enough.

Soon enough Logan would enlist in the Perfanesian Air Force, earning his wings and putting his time in before leaving immediately to join his father's mercenary squadron, Snowcat. Tobias, being the younger brother, would follow in his adoptive father and brother's footsteps, joining the Air Force and staying only long enough to get his wings without turning it into a career. And so Snowcat became a generational affair, with Aiden's aging comrades being joined by his two sons. Aiden would never allow Tobias or Logan to go on combat contracts around the world, only allowing them to do "safe" OpFor operations as contracted by the Perfanesian Air Force. This was how they would cut their teeth. Until their first combat assignment with Dad. The last combat assignment with Dad.

It was supposed to be a simple combat mission. In and out. Little to no threat to any of the pilots of Snowcat. Aiden "Frosty" Kelly, Logan "Arctic" Kelly, Tobias "Glacier" McLeod, and Aiden's oldest fried, Liora "Panther" Cohen signed up for the mission. It went off without a hitch, a perfect combat mission, a perfect way for Aiden's sons to cut their teeth in an active warzone. And then they showed up on radar. Scythe. Tobias had heard stories of the dreaded Scythe squadron, a collection of ruthless, skillful pilots from Aiden's days as a younger pilot.

The engagement was a bloodbath. Logan died almost immediately, downed by Markus Pearson, a friend-turned-rival of Aiden's. Some nights, Tobias can still hear Dad's scream of furious despair over the radio as they collectively watched Logan die. Liora had been killed next, running cover for Tobias. Aiden had always talked about how her plane had only been damaged one time over hundreds of sorties, called her an untouchable angel of the skies. Tobias was next. His plane had been hit, he was going down. As his unresponsive aircraft plummeted towards the ground, the last words he heard his dad say were "I'm sorry, boys."

Tobias was able to deploy his chute, saving him from a fiery crash, but his father, brother, and a woman he considered family never landed. Tobias spent 2 months in rehabilitation, recovering from injuries sustained on a rough landing. Meanwhile, Snowcat fell apart. The pilots, crew, and personnel they'd gathered over the years leaving as the squadron died. Only a handful remained, and as Tobias prepared to return to the skies, despite the desperate pleas of his mother, Tobias made a promise to himself, standing over the grave of his father: If he ever had the chance, Markus Pearsohn would die.

With control of Snowcat now squarely on the shoulders of "Uncle" Wulf Hetzenauer, the next couple years were a series of minor contracts for Snowcat, mainly supporting the Perfanesian Air Force. That is, until a request for volunteer pilots came across Uncle Wulf's desk from Emmeria...

Crew Members:
Pilot: Tobias "Frosty" McLeod


RP Example: Hahaha, no.

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accepted

[Anowa]

Name: Wulf Hetzenauer
Nationality: Belkan
Age (21 at youngest): 52
Gender: Male

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

Appearance:

(Image)

Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 183 lbs

Aircraft: Douglas AC-47D Spooky
Aircraft Appearance: Matte grey camouflage.
Emblem:

(Image)

Funds $30,000.00

Personality: Relatively quiet and soft-spoken around those he doesn't know, Wulf becomes friendly, open, and supportive of friends and allies. The years have led him to become a paternalistic father to those under his command.
Strengths: Experience over almost 30 years of combat flight, caution, and steadfastness
Weaknesses: Procrastinates, has a tendency to smoke, even during flight, and has a clear bias for Osean and Yuktobanian aircraft.
Likes: Rock music, a good drink, a good cigar, and being prepared
Dislikes: Surprises, negligence, laxness.

Bio: Born into a barely middle-class family, Wulf grew up in a forested area far away from urban life. Since his father and grandfather were both pilots in the Belkan Air Force, Wulf himself started his career at a local airport before enlisting at the age of 19, where he was eventually discharged for a series of short-sighted and poor decisions. Afterwards, Wulf went on to become a mercenary pilot, falling into a conflict in South Sotoa, where he honed his skills flying ground attack aircraft. Later on, he would serve with friends old and new as a mercenary through Seian, before joining Snowcat squadron in the service of Aiden Kelly with a few others. Together, despite many losses, Snowcat would survive and go on to become a staple mercenary squadron, serving here and there in small conflicts over the years, where Wulf would eventually upgrade into larger forms of ground support aircraft. With the death of most of Snowcat's core members at the hands of Scythe, Hetzenauer would be a central figure in mustering the surviving personnel of Snowcat to avoid the slow death spiral of the squadron, eventually earning them all a spot in a new brewing conflict between Emmeria and Estovakia...

Crew Members:
Douglas AC 47D Spooky, callsign "Headhunter"
Pilot: Wulf "Serpent" Hetzenauer
Copilot: Jyri "Glory" Rasimus IV
Navigator: Kacper Gibson
Flight Engineer: Hester Goddard
Loadmaster: Kareena Webb
Gunner 1: Harley Rush
Gunner 2: Paddy Montes


RP Example: Eat me.

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Accepted

[Shyluz]

Name: Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien
Nationality: Federal Republic of Aurelia
Age (21 at youngest): 26
Gender: Female

Rank (O-1, O-2 or O-3): O-1
Callsign: To Be Assigned F.R.O.G. (Flying Rightly Over Groundpounders)

Appearance:

Height: 5' 4" | 162.5 cm
Weight: 128 lbs | 58 kgs

Aircraft: Mikoyan MiG-21SM "Fishbed-J"
Aircraft Appearance: Standard grey/green Aurelian Air Force camouflage, with underside and nose in night-fighting black.
Emblem: A blue heart with a white outline.
Funds Ƶ32,100.00 earned & donated to Assassin Flight Fund, Ƶ0.00 in personal funds.

Personality: Zéphyrine is seemingly without any sense of self-preservation, consistently putting herself at great personal risk for the slightest edge. With a healthy lack of regard for pleasantries and decorum, she has a tendency to come of as rude, stubborn and generally abrasive.
Strengths: Has an incredible knack for aerobatics and nearly unparalleled kinesthesia honed from a lifetime of high-risk flight.
Weaknesses: Has a fixation on winning, whether it be bets or battles. Also lacks a healthy fear response.
Likes: Winning, that shudder through the fuselage when you break the sound barrier, Yuktobanian luxury cigarettes, night patrols, thunderstorms and rain, cutting it close, hitting the afterburners.
Dislikes: Wine, uniform protocols, really any protocol at all, overuse of brevity codes by AWACS, losing literally anything, that shudder in the fuselage when your wing gets clipped by twenty-mil shells from four o'clock high.

Bio: Mercenary piloting requires a particular mindset and dedication--it's a profession which requires experience, determination, business sense, a great deal of luck, and the willingness to die for a fistful of dollars. Enter Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien.

Zéphyrine grew up flying crop-dusters and barn-storming in the Alps, flying bricks between mountaintops. Zéphyrine entered her first air race at fifteen, an informal affair between a number of Alpine youths and their family planes--frowned upon, but not at all uncommon. Zéphyrine didn't place first, but she possessed something rather rare--talent, and the willfulness to hone it into something properly remarkable. Air races became a weekly occurrence for her, and as her skill improved she began making her way through the informal Alpine circuit, racing her father's old biplane to the edge. When she hit seventeen, she went professional.

Her air racing career was middling and short, her sponsors being unable to afford her a larger crew or a more advanced plane. She had the talent, yes, but she was rapidly discovering that despite dominating the informal circuits, talent alone wasn't enough to make it in the professional sphere. Technical expertise, fortunes, and years of research and development went into each and every competitor's plane. She was outclassed--both in skill and in technology. But she wasn't satisfied, no. She had to win, be faster. But her sponsors had left after her first season, she hadn't even the funds to fully fuel her prop plane. In desperation, she found her answer to her needs on an ad plastered inside an intramural train car.

She joined the Aurelian Air Force.

There, Zéphyrine's talent was taken from an interesting passion and molded into a weapon. Her sense of movement applied to jet fighters, heavier, larger and faster than the now-diminutive prop planes she raced in the past. She was being prepared for the greatest competition in human history: war. She graduated flight school seventh in her class, was assigned to her squadron and then... nothing. There was no war, no place to apply her skills. No prize to win, no podium finish. What had been the point? Sure, she had a bank account again, and she was now one of the best new pilots in the AAF, but where had she truly gotten? She was treading water when she should've been flying bricks through mountaintops. She treaded water for her term of service, then resigned. For a month she languished--she had some cash, an old racing prop, and absolutely nothing to do.

There was no thrill left in air racing, not after flying fighters out of Aubrey AFB, and her skillset was entirely airborne. Curiously, her answer came as she stepped aboard the train and stared out at the mothballed fleet of AAF MiG-21s.

Crew Members: The one, the only, Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien.


RP Example: Oh please, Anowa, I didn't drag this account out of CTE to give an RP example.

DO NOT REMOVE: 4242564

[Anowa]

MISSION 01A: OPERATION UMBRELLA
Vitoze, Emmeria
0552 November 24th, 2015
73°F (23°C) Cloudy Dawn

The city itself is old and surrounded by mountains. Being built during the medieval era, it is almost entirely comprised of buildings featuring red brick roofs and white walls. Throughout the city are beautiful streets and avenues. Due to the city's place near the far eastern seaboard of Emmeria, it is surrounded by a large number of radar stations, and is home to the Republic of Emmeria Air Force 9th Air Division, stationed in Campagna Airport/Air Base.

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E N E M Y
Vitoze, North
FIGHTER
• 13x Mikoyan MiG-21M Fishbed-J
• 7x Sukhoi Su-17M3 Fitter-H TGT

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A L L Y
Vitoze
FIGHTER
• 4th Consolidated Fighter Squadron "Griffin"
• 3rd Aerial Volunteer Squadron "Hitman"
• 4th Fighter Squadron "Sky Kid"
• 15th Fighter Squadron "Windhover"
• 2nd Strike Fighter Squadron "Avalanche"

SUPPORT
• AWACS Ghost Eye

GROUND
• 25x Rapier SAM System VIP
• 10x Radar Arrays VIP

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KILLS

ALLY - N/A

ENEMY - N/A
• 1x Rapier SAM System

Abel - 1x F2

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Mission objective is the destruction of enemy aircraft. Bombers are beginning to enter bombing pattern, and strike fighters are performing SEAD to clear the way. Should Vitoze's Air Defence Network fall below 50%, the base will be left next to defenseless should it's squadrons be needed for support on the front line.

SOUNDTRACK 1

[Anowa]

Name: Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien
Nationality: Federal Republic of Aurelia
Age (21 at youngest): 26
Gender: Female

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

Appearance:

(Image)

Height: 5' 4" | 162.5 cm
Weight: 128 lbs | 58 kgs

Aircraft: Mikoyan MiG-21SM "Fishbed-J"
Aircraft Appearance: Standard grey/green Aurelian Air Force camouflage, with underside and nose in night-fighting black.
Emblem: A blue heart with a white outline.
Funds Ƶ0.00

Personality: Zéphyrine is seemingly without any sense of self-preservation, consistently putting herself at great personal risk for the slightest edge. With a healthy lack of regard for pleasantries and decorum, she has a tendency to come of as rude, stubborn and generally abrasive.
Strengths: Has an incredible knack for aerobatics and nearly unparalleled kinesthesia honed from a lifetime of high-risk flight.
Weaknesses: Has a fixation on winning, whether it be bets or battles. Also lacks a healthy fear response.
Likes: Winning, that shudder through the fuselage when you break the sound barrier, Yuktobanian luxury cigarettes, night patrols, thunderstorms and rain, cutting it close, hitting the afterburners.
Dislikes: Wine, uniform protocols, really any protocol at all, overuse of brevity codes by AWACS, losing literally anything, that shudder in the fuselage when your wing gets clipped by twenty-mil shells from four o'clock high.

Bio: Mercenary piloting requires a particular mindset and dedication--it's a profession which requires experience, determination, business sense, a great deal of luck, and the willingness to die for a fistful of dollars. Enter Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien.

Zéphyrine grew up flying crop-dusters and barn-storming in the Alps, flying bricks between mountaintops. Zéphyrine entered her first air race at fifteen, an informal affair between a number of Alpine youths and their family planes--frowned upon, but not at all uncommon. Zéphyrine didn't place first, but she possessed something rather rare--talent, and the willfulness to hone it into something properly remarkable. Air races became a weekly occurrence for her, and as her skill improved she began making her way through the informal Alpine circuit, racing her father's old biplane to the edge. When she hit seventeen, she went professional.

Her air racing career was middling and short, her sponsors being unable to afford her a larger crew or a more advanced plane. She had the talent, yes, but she was rapidly discovering that despite dominating the informal circuits, talent alone wasn't enough to make it in the professional sphere. Technical expertise, fortunes, and years of research and development went into each and every competitor's plane. She was outclassed--both in skill and in technology. But she wasn't satisfied, no. She had to win, be faster. But her sponsors had left after her first season, she hadn't even the funds to fully fuel her prop plane. In desperation, she found her answer to her needs on an ad plastered inside an intramural train car.

She joined the Aurelian Air Force.

There, Zéphyrine's talent was taken from an interesting passion and molded into a weapon. Her sense of movement applied to jet fighters, heavier, larger and faster than the now-diminutive prop planes she raced in the past. She was being prepared for the greatest competition in human history: war. She graduated flight school seventh in her class, was assigned to her squadron and then... nothing. There was no war, no place to apply her skills. No prize to win, no podium finish. What had been the point? Sure, she had a bank account again, and she was now one of the best new pilots in the AAF, but where had she truly gotten? She was treading water when she should've been flying bricks through mountaintops. She treaded water for her term of service, then resigned. For a month she languished--she had some cash, an old racing prop, and absolutely nothing to do.

There was no thrill left in air racing, not after flying fighters out of Aubrey AFB, and her skillset was entirely airborne. Curiously, her answer came as she stepped aboard the train and stared out at the mothballed fleet of AAF MiG-21s.

Crew Members: The one, the only, Zéphyrine Roux de Saint-Hadrien.


RP Example: Oh please, Anowa, I didn't drag this account out of CTE to give an RP example.

DO NOT REMOVE: 4242564

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Judging by the rules am I correct to assume that me roleplaying my MiG-17 into shooting down a Fitter won’t qualify as god modding right?