A S A T R A - The Abandoned (MilPostApoc; OOC; Open)

[Rupudska]

Dang, Astara's residents sure seem evil. I hope we don't run into any biohazards in those remote villages, or they may have to play a requiem for our PCs.

NAME: "To you, it's Alvarez. To the fuckers who left me here, and some of the other poor bastards left behind, it's Captain Felicia Alvarez de Urtex. To those back home, well, on my tomb it's probably Vizcondesa Felicia Milagrosa Mercedes Desamparados Alvarez de Urtex y Eza. A mouthful, I'm sure." Felicia raises her beer bottle in mock salute. It's barely a bottle, and it's barely a uniform shade of brown. "There's one reason Crionia is a republic now!"
AGE: "I am twenty-six years, seven months, and four days old. As if anyone else is counting that close here."
GENDER: Felicia looks down at her chest, then back at the recruiter with the sort of bottomless disdain known only to nobility, the wealthy, and those who work in customer service and know that the customers in question will never see their faces.
APPEARANCE:

NATIONALITY: "The passport I eventually burned half of before realizing what a stupid thing to do it was said Crionian. I keep enough of it to be usable, more for my own sordid amusement. In most of this place it matters even less than my family name. It's refreshing, in a way."

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PERSONALITY: "Put yourself in 100 words or less, you mean? I've never much liked that kind of question. Self-reflection is a skill few people have, and even those that have it usually aren't any good at it. I've lost a lot of my arrogance over the past few years, I can admit that much. And, yeah, I was an uptight, better-than-thou elitist. What jet pilot, we knights of the air, can say they aren't with a straight face?" Felicia sighs. "That and many other things got scorched out of me in this hellhole. We're all in this place together whether we like it or not, at least those of us who haven't devolved into complete savages. I can be a bitch at times, I guess, but I try to keep it down. I complain a lot less than I used to, but I've never been afraid to point out bullshit when it comes my way. It's just that now I really know the difference between genuine bullshit and being a whiny rich bitch. That's the real wake up call of being here, realizing just how much crap you can truly put up with."
SKILLS:

• MAJOR
  
  • Skilled aircraft pilot, particularly of fighters and interceptors, but there's no chance there's anything left in Astara she couldn't figure out
  • Relatively skilled mechanic of internal combustion powered vehicles
  • Knows how to drive a truck
• MINOR
  
  • Conversational (if coarse) in Astaran, but not fluent except in swearing
  • Familiar with Crionian military and civilian radio protocols, and military and CB brevity codes
  • Tolerably skilled at a few rich people habits - art, music (with guitar), cooking (though far from skilled or versatile enough to count as a chef), and horseback riding.

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  WARTIME BACKGROUND: "I was a pilot in the Crionian Air Force for six years. 4th Interceptor Squadron, flying patrol and interdiction over the Free State."
  
  GEAR:
  
  
  • WEAPONS: "Pilots don't really get much long gun training, anything we do get is optional. I have a Type 59 SMG for anything close to like that, and a Model 50 Autopistol for getting up close. Or for if I get captured by the Bone Eaters. And for Wendigoes, I have an Alestrian shotgun. For getting really up close, I have an old switchblade, and a shovel for getting things unstuck."
  • CLOTHING: "I still wear my old flightsuit, but I keep the flag patches in my pockets. I have my leather jacket, even if it's too warm for it most of the year. The combat steel-toed boots I never leave work without, and Crionian leather only gets better with age no matter how cheap it is, you know? I even keep my flight helmet around, with the camo bonnet to cover it for when I get shot down. I traded the mask and air tanks to what passes for a hospital here a long time ago. They needed it more than I did."
  • IMPORTANT ITEMS:
    
    • Toolbox with a variety of wrenches, sockets, and rachets
    • Two thirds of the canopy of a silk parachute, and all the rope from it
    • Cigarettes
    • Windproof lighter engraved on top and bottom, both sides. One side has her unit insignia on the top part, and the phrase, in Diathekan, "IF YOU CAN READ THIS, BURY ME POINTING AT THE ALESTRIANS". The other side has a depiction of her aircraft and the phrase, again in Diathekan, "IF YOU CAN'T, BURY ME FACE DOWN SO YOU CAN KISS MY ASS".
    • Rations
    • Thermal blanket
    • Backpack

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BIOGRAPHY: "The most important thing you have to realize, if you're going to all this trouble to psycho-analyze me, is that I was never supposed to be here."

"I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, the daughter of nobility. While that doesn't mean anything on its own in Crionia anymore and hasn't since before I was born, we owned a few homes, ranging from townhouses in the capital to an honest-to-Allfather Baroque palace in our family's old holdings. Being a viscount and a grandee had its perks in those centuries, especially when you were far from the Alestrian border and had mines and fertile farmland to tax, which grew to an industrial base early enough for us to still have absurd amounts of money by the time of the Republic - and my grandfather could play the stocks like a piano."

"I was born the third child of five, and the only daughter. At our level of wealth, so long as you don't embarrass the family and you go to a proper college at least a few centuries old, you can do what you want for your hobby and gender be damned. For my eldest brother, Enzo, that was auto racing. For the second oldest, Cristofo, that was art, and I learned a little about both as a child from overhearing their tutors. For me, it was aviation."

[Vonston]

NAME: Lucian Calaris
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: WIP
NATIONALITY: Alestrian

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PERSONALITY: "I consider myself an optimistic person, as difficult as it is to be in this situation, and I am very spiritual: if I am still here it is because the All-Father has protected me; maybe he thinks my time has not come for now, or maybe he thinks I'm destined for better things, who knows ? Also I'm a talkative and good-natured person, I'm quite well-liked among my colleagues and friends and I try to help in all the ways I can when there is the need for extra hands. In my free time I hang out at the Brothel, there are a lot of pretty girls there and the alcohol they serve is more or less decent, and Ludo works there, too. "

LIKES: The All-Father, Fixing stuff, Talking with others, The girls at the Brothel
DISLIKES: The Hotness, the Jungles, the Wendigos, Assholes, Feeling Hopeless
SKILLS:

-MAJOR:

- Capable of repairing most things
- Ingenious
- Morale Upkeeper

-MINOR:

- Talkative
- Swimmer

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WARTIME BACKGROUND: AIRMAN, ALESTRIAN AIRFORCE, ALOCASIAN AIR GUARD, FLIGHT PERSONNEL-TECHNICIAN, 12th Helicopter Squadron ( 4E57-4E61 )
GEAR:

• WEAPONS: TYPE 52A1 SUBMACHINE GUN, MODEL 39 REVOLVER ( This one stolen from a Crionian serviceman during the initial days of the Abbandon )
• CLOTHING: Airforce Mechanized Crew Uniform, a Combat Helmet, A backpack
• IMPORTANT ITEMS: Torch, Toolbox, Sunglasses, Scotch tape, Ties

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BIOGRAPHY: " I was born in Fesola in 4E39, but I'm ethnically Alestrian and have Alestrian nationality : my parents were intertwined with Bureaucracy, the Party and the Government, as my father was a ARP official, and my mother worked in the Colonial Administration. I was the second of 4 siblings : My brother Alvise, me, my brother Sigfrido and my sister Pamela; We were fairly rich and our parents made sure to satisfy each of our needs.I went to school in the Fesola Gymnasium, located in the heart of the Administrative district, and where the majority of the students were the offsprings of bureaucrats, administration officials and party officials.I never had any particular problems at school and I followed the lessons carefully, I had many friends and I did competitive swimming, think that I was in the swimming team of the Gymnasium, and I was also good: maybe I could have followed the career of a sports athlete and lived a different life, but fate and the All-Father put me on a different road.

The Alocasian colonial forces were launching numerous recruitment campaigns in an effort to increase the number of personnel, as the threat of a Crionian invasion was becoming more present than ever in the minds of the administrators and politicians back in Porto Jarvais and Alestria, and were offering bonuses for enlistment to young people : I tought it was a good idea to join and I made my enlistment demand for the Alestrian Airforce's Corps in Alocasia, the Alocasian Air Guard, which at the time was a small force, mainly made up of 2 Helicopter Squadrons, 3 Fighter Wings, 1 Logistical Squadron and 1 Bombing Group.

My parents weren't that enthusiast about me enlisting and tried to change my mind a pair of times, but I made my decision and decided to enlist eitherway. I arrived at a trainingcamp near the Outer Ring in 4E57, and completed the training before in 4E58, just in time for the hostilities to break out.

I was quickly assigned to the 12th Helicopter Squadron, headquartered in an airbase that was located near the Demarc, and there I was assigned the role of Flight Personnel and Ground Technician : you may ask why I had two completely different roles, but since the hostilities had broke out and there was a shortage of personnel I was chosen to take these two roles.

When the war broke out I firstly was on the ground, fixing choppers and repairing things, but then was quickly dispatched on flight missions as a board gunner when fight got intense along the Demarc : I remember that those missions were an absolute clusterfuck, as the Air Guard, ill-prepared and ill-equipped, was surpassed by the Crionian Airforce in all ways possible, and our Squadron often reported casualties.

We were forced to evacuate towards another airbase when the Crionians broke our lines and advanced towards our previous airbase, and once we established ourselves in another base, this time near Casala, I returned to either fixing helos or machinegunning Crionians while we were transporting troops, supplies or injured from one place to another. Our Squadron then participated as Air Support and Airlift in the Jungle Campaign, and, let me say, It was a fucking hell of a fight : bullets and rockets coming from the trees and our choppers desperately trying to avoid being hit.

As the siege of Tivola was repelled by our troops and new air and land reinforcements had came to help a large counter-offensive came to happen, but was then stalled on the Demarc after we liberated the majority of Alocasia from Crionian control. We were now stuck in a war of attrition, with no major gains on either side, and more and more bodies that piled up.

Then it came that dreadful All-Father day : Tactical Nukes were launched on the Demarc as the Crionian armored formations broke our lines, occupied both Fesola and Cantala, forcing us to evacuate again, and sieging Tivola with all of their forces : it was truly a dark day for Alestria, but it was only going to worsen up.

Alestria responded with their own missiles, and that was the beginning of a nightmare : My Squadron was quickly assembled to fight off a new kind of menace : the Wendigos were relentless with their hunt, and the war was still happening, until the situation was so much of a fuckup that Evacuation was called : My base was one of the points indicated as evac points, and we fought day and night to protect it, but when it was our turn to evacuate and reach safety, it was already too late : We my chopper was full of both soldiers and civilians, leaving behind the base, but we didn't make it that far before we were taken down by Crionian aircraft : I was sure these would be my last moments on this Planet before meeting with the All-Father, but, strangely, or should I say thanks to the All-Father, I survived the crash without major injuries.

After I managed to get out of the chopper I walked around aimelessly, trying my best to reach Porto Jarvais and evacuate, but I was stopped earlier when I stumbled upon a stranded military convoy : when I explained what had happened to me and that I needed to reach Porto Jaravais, they quickly stopped me in my tracks, explaining to me what had happened : Porto Jarvais had fell, and Cantala and Fesola were vaporized by the nukes, the evacuation was over as our Airforce had made sure to bomb everything capable of flying or sailing away from Asatra, leaving everyone who didn't make it stranded.

I was devastated by those words, but when they offered me a ride to Tivola, I accepted : it was the only place with human life in the minst of the chaos that was now Asatra. After I arrived there
I was relieved to meet my two Sigfrido and Alvise, who had been conscripted during the war and of whom I had heard nothing more, believing they had made it out. They explained to me that they originally tried to reach Porto Jarvais, but were bogged down in combat in Tivola, making them unable to evacuate, but fortunately our sister Pamela, who was in service with the Porto Jarvais Police, managed to get out while she could.

Neither of the three of us knew what had happened to our parents, as no one had received news of them after the fall of Fesola to Crionian hands, but to me, It was already enough that I had my two brothers with me.

In these 5 years I've worked in the Logistics Office of the Tivola Guard, as my abilities in fixing stuff have came in handy, and I've also met a special person, Ludo : green eyes, light-brown skin, dark hair, fairly tall, nice and funny. She works at the Brothel and I've met her a pair of years ago, right now we aren't officially engaged or anything, but we spend a lot of time together, outside of the Brothel and do things that couples usually do.

One of the main motives I volunteered for the Convoy was that I could then use what I would earn from the trip to move in with Ludo, maybe we could even start a family, who knows ? "

Completed my App

[Cylarn]

-snip-

I can't wait until Shelley Duval is completed! Good to have you on board!

-snip-

Accepted! I will update the DP either in the next hour or so, or after my womanfolk and I get back from our date.

Norv has described much of Astruc's background before even getting to the bio, and I will preemptively accept him. I am glad that we are getting a lot of attention on NS compared to Spacebattles; hopefully we will get more! Nevertheless I am working on the IC, so we should be up by Wednesday or Thursday.

[Cylarn]

Y'all know how much I love double-posting. I'm very excited about this RP; excited enough that the OP for the OOC pushed the character count limit. It's been a while since I've done that.

In regard to the RP, I very much want this to go on for some time. Long night shifts in a silent coastal town had me reading up on Postapocalyptia, one of my favorite RPs from the good old days (some cringy writing on my part, but I was young). Like PostPoc, we'll be using an episodic format - which will start with the first leg of our journey. The RP need not stop in Maxima; indeed, there will be locations not touched upon in the main journey. If we can make it to Maxima without the RP dying, there's much in store to explore. And not just locations; our journey to Maxima will create waves in Asatra, introducing us to new characters and opportunities. Our actions will affect this world and what its fate will be.

Characters that join post-IC launch will be introduced as suitable in regard to the current place of the story. Joining early on might have someone grandfathered into the start; joining later will see that new character picked up along the way.

[Cawn]

Y'all know how much I love double-posting. I'm very excited about this RP; excited enough that the OP for the OOC pushed the character count limit. It's been a while since I've done that.

In regard to the RP, I very much want this to go on for some time. Long night shifts in a silent coastal town had me reading up on Postapocalyptia, one of my favorite RPs from the good old days (some cringy writing on my part, but I was young). Like PostPoc, we'll be using an episodic format - which will start with the first leg of our journey. The RP need not stop in Maxima; indeed, there will be locations not touched upon in the main journey. If we can make it to Maxima without the RP dying, there's much in store to explore. And not just locations; our journey to Maxima will create waves in Asatra, introducing us to new characters and opportunities. Our actions will affect this world and what its fate will be.

Characters that join post-IC launch will be introduced as suitable in regard to the current place of the story. Joining early on might have someone grandfathered into the start; joining later will see that new character picked up along the way.

2 seconds after I post I want to elaborate.

For example to elaborate, my character is compassionate in personality but I got that idea 2 seconds after I post my application.

[Cylarn]

Y'all know how much I love double-posting. I'm very excited about this RP; excited enough that the OP for the OOC pushed the character count limit. It's been a while since I've done that.

In regard to the RP, I very much want this to go on for some time. Long night shifts in a silent coastal town had me reading up on Postapocalyptia, one of my favorite RPs from the good old days (some cringy writing on my part, but I was young). Like PostPoc, we'll be using an episodic format - which will start with the first leg of our journey. The RP need not stop in Maxima; indeed, there will be locations not touched upon in the main journey. If we can make it to Maxima without the RP dying, there's much in store to explore. And not just locations; our journey to Maxima will create waves in Asatra, introducing us to new characters and opportunities. Our actions will affect this world and what its fate will be.

Characters that join post-IC launch will be introduced as suitable in regard to the current place of the story. Joining early on might have someone grandfathered into the start; joining later will see that new character picked up along the way.

2 seconds after I post I want to elaborate.

For example to elaborate, my character is compassionate in personality but I got that idea 2 seconds after I post my application.

Add it! I have no problems with people amending their apps.

[Planetarian Confederation]

TAG, I just wanted to know a thing :

Is it possible to apply for two characters?

[Cylarn]

TAG, I just wanted to know a thing :

Is it possible to apply for two characters?

Yes, go right ahead

[Planetarian Confederation]

Unsure of what character I want to play, I narrowed it down to these 4 possibilities :

1) A military policewoman, former sentry at the Virina camp who had witnessed the brutalities of the war on POWs and the horrors of the infection at Virina, stranded out there being unable to reach an evacuation point, now working as a mercenary and with some unfinished business regarding the days before the abbandon

2) A police official, either working in Porto Maxima or Tivola, that worked during the war to arrest dissidents, and when things went down the way they went down, stayed there and became an intelligence officer/enforcer

3) An Intelligence Service agent that remained stranded in deep enemy territory when the Abbandon happened and has since deserted to serve the best offer

4) A Marine/Naval Infantryman or Cavalry Trooper that fought on the Demarc and when his unit was overrun, he and few others made it to a safe point in Tivola

[Cylarn]

-snip-

All four are very good ideas for a character. I won't pick for you, but I can always offer two cents.

• The MP is interesting, although she likely witnessed more scenes of wounded transforming into Wendigos than she did actual brutality towards POWs. Conditions weren't great in the camps; low rations, prevalence of communicable disease, zero privacy for all POWs regardless of affiliation - but I wouldn't say that the average POW was tortured. Beatings certainly happened, particularly if a POW or group of POWs attempted to escape, and privileges would be routinely revoked for this. The Red Chalice was allowed on both sides of the Demarc, and equally respected for their efforts to investigate and highlight incidents of abuse, so Bushido-style treatment of POWs wouldn't have happened. Still, this MP would have been shaped by the things she witnessed and survived through.
  
• If this civilian police official made it to Tivola, they would certainly be attached to the internal apparatus of the Guard Force. Not a popular person, but useful for investigating potential deserters or raider spies within the ranks or the Tivolan population.
  
• The intelligence officer would likely, regardless of their affiliation, have the inside scoop on how the war started. A case can be made for hawks on both sides having a hand in igniting hostilities, and the intelligence officers were the ones who did the dirty work. If you read my app, you can definitely see how the Alestrian Intelligence Service, with the backing of the ARP, engineered a confrontation.
  
• Likely a Marine would have fought on the Demarc. Picture the Iran-Iraq War for the fighting on the Demarc: a World War I-style conflict fought with modern technology. Mostly static fighting with small gains and losses of territory in exchange for high loss of life. If this soldier was Alestrian, he was probably a survivor of the All-Father Offensive.

[Cylarn]

The IC is up!

Rup and Norv are grandfathered in before they get their bios in, because I know them well enough to be ready. Everybody else can pick a vehicle and get set up.

[Cylarn]

My post is up. Once we get everyone at least one post in, we'll get on the road. That said, take the opportunity to interact in the IC. Characters should get to know other characters.

[Zenik]

So I have a question about Alocasia's military forces and Alestrian military dispatched in Alocasia as a whole :

The OP said that Alestria had dedicated branches and forces for the Colony, and its somewhat corroborated by Cy's and Von's characters ( Cylarn mentioned a " Alocasia Frontier Force " and various other units and Vonston cited an " Alocasian Air Guard " as a specialized brach/force of the Alestrian Air Force )

So here comes my question : Does the Alocasian government have a somewhat indipendent military force that isn't part of the Alestrian military, or every single military unit stationed in Alocasia was part of Alestria's colonial forces branch

[New Harken]

NAME: Aster “Doc” Maiter
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: “Overall I guess you could say I’m kinds still dressing like it’s still war time and I’m gonna have some officer kicked down my door and beat the crap out of me if I don’t keep my self and uniform up to code. Guys are always surprised all this sun doesn’t give me a tan but somehow I’m still some paleish looking guy who looks fresh out of boot camp…Always funny telling them I’ve been doing this for a while now. Still I stick to protocol no beards, keep my supposed dumb looking brown hair short as always and all that.”
NATIONALITY: Alestrian

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PERSONALITY: “Well I guess you could say I’m a bit of a quiet one I guess…amongst all the louder and rougher of some of our lot it’s almost weird when you get someone actually calm. Tell you what through the guys sure do seem to love how I’m apparently some sort of smart ass, might be why they sure seem to actually like the medic who always got the shit in the past….That and I’m one of the few actually able to patch up their wounds and all that.”
SKILLS:
Major: Medical Training “Well it’s a given but skills in medical training is one for me”
Quiet Sneaker “Given my profession I had to sneak my way around the field a lot just making sure I wasn’t killed so yeah I know a thing or two about sneaking around”

Minor: Known Barterer: “Eh I guess I’m alright when it comes to striking a deal…Might be because you won’t believe how many of my supplies others keep trying to buy off me for literal scraps like I’m so moron”

Quick feet: “Again with my line of work it’s kinda needed to be able to channel your inner sportsman and dash across a battle field and all that carnage and flying bullets to save someone out there.”

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WARTIME BACKGROUND: “Well when the war first kicked off I was more focused on my studies at university, well that was the plan. Then a couple weeks in I ended up joining the army after I got promised a whole term of paid for scholarships if I signed up. Because of my medical background and all that i easily got a place into training as a field medic. After basic I got sent off to the 4th infantry division before eventually being shipped over to the 5th armoured just in time for shit to hit the fan.”
GEAR:

• WEAPONS: “When I was a medic we weren’t exactly expected to carry much other then your standard issue pistol but obviously the whole bombs dropping and bandits and creatures out of your nightmares make that a little different but I’ll still carry my issue given pistol, I’ll leave the shooting to the guys trainee to do that and have my own little back up in the worst case. But for the real issues I got the old trusty Type 58CM Carbine…Picked it off some MP during the initial Wendigo outbreak and it’s kept me save every damn day since..”
• CLOTHING: “Even after all this time I’m still in uniform, where some of my more less likeminded squad mates and new found comrades choose stuff that they find more comfortable or more frightening, I stuck with my army uniform with almost no changes since the bombs dropped on this god forsaken isle. The one good thing about keeping my giant target of a Chalice on my helmet is that there’s hardly anyone around who wants to shoot my damn head off. Still despite what some of the guys keep on saying I ain’t ditching my colours for style or whatever they call it…Helps keep me sane I guess.”
• IMPORTANT ITEMS:

“As a medic I think you can guess what I carry around with me. That’s right a medical kit around my shoulder at all times. Even in all this shit a medics work is never done just because shootings massively took a dive. This little numbers got all I need to keep some poor bastard alive. Bandages, scissors, some nice tweasers when I need to get the odd bullet out your body. And of course what few bottles of morphine I can get my hands on even if the guys keep trying to swipe them off me for their own enjoyment…”

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BIOGRAPHY: “Oh someone actually wants to hear my life story? Well I guess the first place to start things off is my childhood and all the usual stuff you hear in biographies. So I was born in a small little village all the way out in the north of the country and let me tell you it was hardly the best childhoods. My old man was a complete drunken failure who always liked to beat the crap out of me and mom when she was actually around. Now she was hardly a saint herself but he was way worse. And I don’t wanna be one of those guys who act like he was the only one who lived like that I mean…I knew guys with any worser parents…somehow. And we lived quite alright too we weren’t like…living in some mud hut on some street of ill repute but still…hardly the best childhood.

Now to spare you all the grizzly details eventually after 18 years of pure hell at home I was able to get my parents to actually do a good thing for once and get some money together to get me into an actual good university. See I had always grown fascinated by medical studies and doctors and all that crap. And let me tell you university is not like what some guys talk about it’s all these stupid partied and you got these dunderheads who you just have to wonder got in but that’s besides the point.

But anyway first couple years things go by without much event but then of course I think you know what comes next…The war kicks off. See I first tried to get myself out of it by thinking maybe my medical training in uni would make me an essential citizen or something and keep my off the front but…next thing I know I get the letter come through my dorm door and I’m off to basic.

Luckily I knew a decent amount thanks to my medical studies so I was able to get myself trained up as a field medic, figured it’s the best place for my skills and the least likely possible way of not getting killed in the process. I don’t know if I should count my self as one of the lucky ones because by the time I actually got out of basic and shipped off tho that hell hole of a front it would only be a couple weeks before everything hit the fan. Still even before all that I was a busy bee patching up people left right and center all day everyday. How I didn’t go nuts from it all is still beyond me…

So you know the story, war goes on and on and I’m only there a few weeks by this point when of course we get to when the higher ups decided to get their fingers on the button and kickstarted this nightmare we find ourselves in. So when all this kicked off I was with the 4th infantry at the time and we had just pushed off from the siege out in Tivola when we got word about all this Wendigo talk but we thought the eggheads invented some crazy toxin that made them kill each other. Wasn’t until we moved up north that we came across the freaks and next thing you know I’m patching up bite wounded and barely fighting three off with my pistol.

So the month goes by and between the Wendigo and the enemy the division was down to a few thousand men and a few dozen trucks…then when the nukes dropped and the ceasefire took place we tried to get the hell out of dodge but we missed the cut of point. So for a few months what’s left of us kinda just wandered like nomads, slowly but surely going from a clean unit to…well…nothing better than bandits. It became pretty clear things were going bad for us and…the things the 4th did…I couldn’t handle it anymore so one night I just…bolted out of camp. That’s why I keep things so clean and make myself as tidy as possible…kinda my little way of knowing if I ever…start turning to the bad side I guess.

Anyway…I spent some time on the road, keeping to myself and I really thought I was gonna die out there in the wild, or just go mad from it all but…I luckily found myself a place I could actually call home I guess and in some funny bit of irony it was Tivola of all places. And well…here I am, you guys wanted to hear my life story and there you go….So…Is this done and I can go now or what?”

[New Harken]

Took me a long time but I’m finally gonna get my app going

[Cylarn]

Took me a long time but I’m finally gonna get my app going

Nice! Just a few things of note.

The war was short; hardly a year long before the bottom fell out, but it was a very intense and dynamic war when compared to other conflicts.

For the medical stuff, refer to Boggiona; instead of a red cross, the international first aid symbol will be the Red Chalice. On top of that, the chalice is the All-Father's mark.

To answer Zenik, the Alocasia Colonial Defense Force was a handful of locally-raised units and metropolitan units rotated or permanently assigned to Alocasia. Most of those units were light or mechanized infantry. When the war kicked off, the ACDF was amalgamated into the Asatran Theatre Command, which included units deployed after the onset of hostilities.

[Cylarn]

I will update the Dramatis Personae tomorrow afternoon once I get home from my weekend vacation. Good to have a lot of people on board, and we can always use more!

[Zenik]

NAME: Marcellus Igennius
AGE:48
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
NATIONALITY: Alestrian

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PERSONALITY: " I'm an old timer : I've been here for at least 10-15 years and I have become hardened by all that has happened in these years: sentimentality and hesitation can only lead you to a pit 3 meters underground; those who have survived these 5 years will be able to say the same. Many here cling to their old pre-war uniforms and units, but I don't fit that mold: that past is dead now, and we should simply face reality and move on, I did that long ago "
LIKES: Shooting, Sigarettes, Exploring the Outerside, Coffee
DISLIKES: Paratroopers, Idiot Officers, Petro Ravalia, the War, Sentimentalism
SKILLS:

-MAJOR:

-MINOR:

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WARTIME BACKGROUND: MASTER SERGEANT, ALESTRIAN ARMY, 22nd Rifles Regiment, RECON SERGEANT, ( 4E45-4E60 )
GEAR:

• WEAPONS: (Three max)
• CLOTHING:
• IMPORTANT ITEMS: (This can be for job-specific gear)

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BIOGRAPHY: (Tell us about your character in at least two paragraphs. Hint: you get bonus points for more than two paragraphs)

[Cylarn]

-snip-

I'll be following this one closely.

[Monfrox]

NAME: Caelia Vocula
AGE: 28
GENDER: Female
APPEARANCE: Tall, toned, tan-skinned, white-haired, golden-eyed
NATIONALITY: Crionian-bordered Asatran

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PERSONALITY: Unnervingly quiet, soft-spoken, woman of few words
LIKES: Open skies, quiet nights
DISLIKES: Loud talking, urban sprawl
SKILLS:
MAJOR:
Stealth
Rifle marksmanship
Hunting and tracking

MINOR:
Rocket launcher training
Mortar training
Driving large trucks
Manual labor

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WARTIME BACKGROUND: Farmhand for Crionian subsidized farm owned by her family. Kept out of the way of the war in its entirety until the quarantine went into affect, thanks in no small part to being located in the middle of strategically unimportant terrain.
GEAR: Rifle bandolier, rucksack with attached rocket bag, web belt with combat suspenders

• WEAPONS: Type 38 rifle, Type 44 Rocket Launcher, large hunting knife
• CLOTHING: Civilian field jacket, scrim scarf, boonie hat, Alestrian FSU trousers and boots, leather gloves, dust goggles, face mask
• IMPORTANT ITEMS: Father's old lighter, family photo, old barn lantern

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BIOGRAPHY:Caelia was born to Septimia and Mulier Vocula. In her younger years, she knew only of the farmland that her family owned, but the war was unavoidable. They were one of the largest coffee plantations in the Crionian-occupied Asatran region. Caelia attended local school when she was old enough, but her parents made sure she knew above all that she and others like her were Asatran, first and foremost. Native to the land they inherited, and to never let anyone take that away from them. She learned the usual arithmetic and language arts and history, earning above average grades the whole way. When she was finished with school, her part-time job on the plantation became full-time. When she wasn't working on the plantation, her father took her aside like her brothers and sisters and taught her what he knew of hunting animals and tracking game.

Crionia had occupied the eastern portion of Asatra that included her home. Government officials subsidized her family's plantation, allowing them to continue running it as long as they allotted proceeds to Crionian state sponsored grocers. It was a sweet deal that was made more for the Crionians benefit than theirs, as no one could truly go without coffee. Especially not the military. Her family's plantation was responsible for a large chunk of coffee beans sent to processing plants to be turned into instant coffee for rations, or to be sent straight to HQ buildings for staff officers. Her family didn't care, as long as the government kept paying them. This continued all the way up until the nuclear strikes and the subsequent release of the Wendigo Virus.

From there on, the coffee production was even more important than ever. News of evacuations reached the plantation, but her family ties to the surrounding area kept them rooted down. They had lived here all their lives, and so there was nowhere else for them to go. The plantation itself was serviced by the extended family, and it continued to be even into the new age they found themselves in. Crionain survivors consitently praised the Vocula family for their contributions, even when harvest became harder to accomplish as other farmhands not from the family left to find other pursuits. This praise was worth nothing when the new world came to them.

In the daytime before the new seeding, raiders made up of former Crionian soldiers approached the plantation and demanded tribute. Despite efforts to be diplomatic, Caelia's father still tried to press the idea that they had already sent off everything and that the Crionains were always welcome. This kindness was repaid with bloodshed as the raiders decided to burn the plantation down as a "lesson" to the family. Despite the number of extended family present at the plantation, and their weapons, the raiders slaughtered the family like butchers and razed the crops with them.

Caelia emerged from the burnt ruins of her home sometime that night. She had no recollection of what had gone down, but she was alive. She tried to sift through the rubble, but she found nothing left but the bones of her family. She cried long into the night until the Wendigos, drawn by the fire, came to investigate. Caelia hid inside of a half-burned tool shed and kept as still and silent as possible, daring not to speak as she listened to the creatures feast on the remains of her family. When they left with the morning, so too did she. With nothing but a lighter, lantern, and hunting knife she found in the shed, and a small photo she managed to find in one of her brothers' wallets, she left the plantation.

Months of traveling brought her to Tivola. She learned how to move during the day and night to avoid detection and hunted her own game to stay alive. She kept away from most everyone she saw, finding people harder to trust than ever. When she arrived in Tivola, she was eventually conscripted for the Guard Force as a sentry on the outer perimeter. After weeks and weeks of making light work of heavy tasks, she was trained on how to operate mortars and rocket launchers. Caelia was amicable to the training, finding it hard to say anything since that day in the shed, which made her a very popular soldier when it came to assigning tasks. Her latest was a request she put in by her own few words, as she wanted to leave the city walls behind and be in the open country again. With all she had done, and her skillset she'd acquired, it was a sure thing.

[Cylarn]

-snip-

Very good app, as always! However, there's one small thing I'd like to be amended.

While some Asatrans were not as harshly oppressed as others, both powers exercised effective control over all elements of daily life. Her parents likely cooperated with the Crionians during the First Asatran War to such a degree that the Crionians rewarded them with the greatest reward of all; leaving their land, wealth, and assets virtually untouched. Schools, on the other hand, would be Crionian-administered and Asatran children living within the Free State - as with those in Alestrian Alocasia - would be indoctrinated in Diakethan teaching. An Asatran-run school teaching Asatran nationalism, following a war in which Alestria and Crionia subjugated a peer adversary, would be a major threat in the eyes of the colonial government. That is not to say, however, that she couldn't have received some covert teaching in Asatran values and virtues. Indeed, there were enough Asatrans who slipped through the cracks and harbored memories of the old Empire.

[Monfrox]

-snip-

Very good app, as always! However, there's one small thing I'd like to be amended.

While some Asatrans were not as harshly oppressed as others, both powers exercised effective control over all elements of daily life. Her parents likely cooperated with the Crionians during the First Asatran War to such a degree that the Crionians rewarded them with the greatest reward of all; leaving their land, wealth, and assets virtually untouched. Schools, on the other hand, would be Crionian-administered and Asatran children living within the Free State - as with those in Alestrian Alocasia - would be indoctrinated in Diakethan teaching. An Asatran-run school teaching Asatran nationalism, following a war in which Alestria and Crionia subjugated a peer adversary, would be a major threat in the eyes of the colonial government. That is not to say, however, that she couldn't have received some covert teaching in Asatran values and virtues. Indeed, there were enough Asatrans who slipped through the cracks and harbored memories of the old Empire.

I figured if anywhere it was going to happen, it'd be way out in the sticks where the eyes of the government can't see as effectively and would leave it unchecked until it became a real problem.

[Cylarn]

-snip-

They've got thirty years of occupation in Asatra, so eventually they'd reach even the most remote of schools. Like I said though, I'm not ruling out the possibility of tutors teaching the old ways.

[Monfrox]

I changed it to her parents

[Cylarn]

I changed it to her parents

Accepted!