OUTBREAK: 1888 (OOC : OPEN FoA Sponsored.)

[The Twelve Isles]

INTRODUCTION
So, here's the scoop.

When the Warglorians gather the bickering world leaders to their royal palace to witness the unveiling of the zombie plague, a new weapons created by their famous scientist Dr Richthofen, a spy trying to steal the notes on the zombies inadvertently allows the zombies to escape. Quickly the zombies overtake the basement floor, and when the guards of the palace, before this point more intent on protecting the world leaders gathered in the ballroom, go to try and quell the outbreak they are overtaken, leaving the zombies to continue unchecked until they have taken over the entire palace. Now the world leaders however, our Player Characters, have managed to secure themselves in a safe room with nothing but simple weapons such as derringers, swords and muskets to arm themselves with must make their way out of the palace to safety. Along they way, you will search for food, find better weapons such as revolvers, shotguns and antique greatswords and war hammers decorating the halls, rescue trapped soldiers and civilians alike, build the safe room into a fortress, and fix up a carriage to take you through the city where the outbreak runs rampant.

In short, think of it a little like Nazi Zombies. But instead of a convoluted and indescribable plot about World War Two soldiers fighting magic zombies, its your nations leaders from the 1880s fighting classic zombies, with their creator, Dr Richthofen trying to stop you. Because Richthofen, while a genius, is far from stable. Rather than wanting to rid the world of the terrible creations he has made, he is instead curious, and walks among the zombies after smothering himself in their gore. He resents the player characters for destroying what he sees as his masterpiece, and wants nothing more than to see just how far his zombies can get.

So, are you with us leader? Or would you rather stay in the safe room and starve while we all make it out of this mess?

OP: The Twelve Isles (TTI or Isles for short.)
Co-OP: Wargloria

APPLICATION AND RULES

RULES
- I am OP, and my word, along with that of an Co-OPs I may elect, is law.
- Im going to operate on a three strike system. One strike, its a warning. Two strikes, I will ask you to leave the RP for a week, and I will take control of your characters. Three strikes, your out and your characters will all be killed by zombies.
- No meta gaming
- No godmodding.
- If your going to bring in some NPC, bring it up with me and any Co-OPs I may elect first. Most of the time it will probably be OK, but I would still like to have it run by me.
- Just to make it clear, your characters can die. Just because you are playing as the leaders of your nations does not make them immune.
- Inactivity will result in your characters being killed off.
- Speaking of characters, lets keep it small. Each of us is allowed to have 4 characters max.
- Try to keep your posts a decent quality. Im talking at least two paragraphs, five sentences each for each post. If your are in dialogue with another character, I will cut you some slack if its a shorter post. But otherwise, keep it a good length and with decent grammar.
- Please, no multicolored letters for when your characters are talking. Its distracting, clutters the screen, and turns everything into a garish mess.
- Remember the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated. If its IC, you can go right ahead and be as much of a dick as you want. But when OOC, dont be an ass.
- Most importantly, have fun, and try not to take this to seriously. If Im being completely honest, the entire premise of this came from me and Wargloria wanting to create an RP just so we would have an excuse for two of our characters to become fire forged friends. Nothing going on here is serious, its all wish fulfillment, and driven predominantly by the rule of cool. So, kick back and have fun while you hack and slash your way through zombie infested palaces.

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Bella Elizabeth Cartwine

Appearance:

Titles: Empress
Country of Origin: The Empire Of The Twelve Isles And All Her Colonies
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Build: Bella is tall for a woman, standing at 5'11", though she is a little on the thinner side at only 138 lbs.

Strengths: Bella is a talented fencer and marksman, and generally has a strong grasp of the big picture rather than getting caught up in little details.
Weaknesses: Bella's greatest weakness is her shyness. Though she has the intelligence to be a good leader, she is often times uncomfortable in large groups of people, and clams up rather than making her ideas and opinions clear.
Bio: Bella was born in the Imperial Palace on April 4th, 1863, to Empress Lena Cartwine III. No one knows who her father was, but it is suspected to be a servant by the name of Alexander, who Empress Lena was rather fond of. Bella was a quiet baby, and then a quiet young girl, more fond of books and asking her mother questions than playing with other children. When she was old enough, she began to accompany her mother on trips abroad to other nations, as her mother was empress during the period of Re-Socialization, when the Empire brought itself out of its 70 year self imposed isolation. When she was 12, the famous Fall of the Empire occurred, when the Home Isles of the Empire were attacked and conquered by a foreign power. Empress Lena was killed, and Bella would grow from then on in exile, living with the Arenginian royal family, the Oswyns. In many ways they became like a second family to her, and the King holds a place in Bella's heart like that of a father figure. As a result of this, her and the Empires ties to Arengin have become very strong.

When Bella was 20, the commander of the former Isles Armored Corps, Commander Billy Younger, approached her asking for her support of the army he was building to retake the Home Isles, and bring the Empire back from the brink. Bella was skeptical, but after urging by the Oswyns, as well as promises of their assistance in the coming war, she put her stamp on the Free Isles Army, making her effectively the true Empress of the Home Isles in the eyes of the Islesish people. After a brief but harsh one year war, the Home Isles were retaken and Bella was coronated as the new Empress. Since then, there have been mixed reviews on her rule. The people love her, seeing her awkward and eccentric personality as more approachable and bringing her down to earth in their eyes. The aristocracy however is generally in contempt of her, with most feeling that she is both too timid and too forward thinking with her support of labor unions, better voting rights, and the introduction of non aristocratic elected officials into the Imperial Court. To them, she is disrupting the status quo, but is to shy and awkward to admit it.
EXTRAS

Likes: Fencing, pistol shooting, books, peace and quiet, maps.
Dislikes: Loudness, the spotlight, bugs, having to deal with new people.
Personality: Bella is famously both headstrong and shy. Those who know her are well aware of her grand visions for her country, and her unwillingness to back down from those visions, and her ability to work out how these ideas will fit into the big picture. However, her shyness often can cause her to bog down, as she is uncomfortable with people, and being in a position of power such as her own often forces her to deal with people.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnrGMHhnqrw
Other: Most Emperors and Empresses of the Isles have a certain accessory that they become known for. Its almost a tradition at this point. Bella's is a long, beautiful saber, named Oceans Heart.

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ROSTER

Empress Bella Elizabeth Cartwine, The Empire of the Twelve Isles.
William (Billy) Thomas Younger

Empress Catherine Javette, Manticore

Imperator/Emperor Iohannes I of Suesani, Ruskland Preuben

Führer Klaus Adler, Warglorian Reich

[The Twelve Isles]

INFORMATION DESK

QUEST LIST

LOCATION LIST

WEAPON LIST

[The Twelve Isles]

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[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Tag, this is gonna be good

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Ever since Warg showed me the documents in 1870-1920RP, I can make as much drama now.
Nyess, tagged.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Ever since Warg showed me the documents in 1870-1920RP, I can make as much drama now.
Nyess, tagged.

The vas?

[The Manticoran Empire]

Catherine Javette

Appearance: Catherine is tall and muscular, with a form that is unmistakably feminine and equal parts enticing and intimidating. Her face is sharp, with bright blue eyes, a smooth complexion, and soft lips, marred by a a series of jagged scars on the right side, remnants of a failed attempt on her life. Her hair is long and smooth, with a jet black coloration and her skin is lightly tanned. Catherine abhors traditional feminine garments, like dresses and corsets, choosing instead the tunics and trousers of a military officer or the dungarees and shirts of a laborer. She is quite fond of peaked caps and military boots and is rarely seen without the family broadsword, Warrior's Bane, its blade long and sharp and its hilt bound in beautiful leather with a dragon's foot pommel, as well as an ornate pistol, with engravings along the slide and a grip made of polished ivory given to her by her father when she turned 18.

Titles: Empress
Country of Origin: Manticore
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Build: 180 centimeters tall, 80 kilograms

Strengths: Skilled with firearms and various bladed weapons, physically fit, trained in various martial arts, loyal
Weaknesses: Naive, inexperienced in the true complexities of combat, fiercely nationalistic

Bio: The only child of Nathan and Sarah Javette, Catherine was raised to be Nathan's heir. She was schooled in the arts of war and diplomacy, educated on economics and political theory, and exposed to a variety of philosophical ideas, in addition to more typical educational materials such as math, science, and language. At sixteen, she was sent to the Imperial Military College, where she showed skill in military tactics and strategic theory. It was here that she also began a romantic relationship with a commoner, Johnathan Hall. Due to the differences in their social status, their relationship was maintained in secret until their graduation, when her parents deduced the state of their friendship and gave it their blessing.

Despite the support of her parents in her courtship, the conservative aristocracy were still a prime concern to Catherine and John, who continued to hide the truth of their relationship until Nathan died on the eve of Catherine's 21st birthday. In the wake of her father's death and her coronation as Empress, she revealed her relationship with John by wedding him only a few days after her coronation. As they had feared, the aristocracy were shocked and appalled by her marriage to a commoner, though she herself ignored their views.

Her rule, as short as it has presently been, has been characterized by drastic improvements in the standard of living for the common Manticorans and the introduction of evermore democratic ideals as well as a stripping of the traditional powers of the aristocracy. Her views have earned her many enemies and she has survived more than one attempt on her life, one of which came close enough to scar her. Though she is challenged on every front by the Old World, she pushes on with steadfast belief in progress and equality for all people.

EXTRAS

Likes: Guns, swords, books, horses, long walks on the beach, sunset
Dislikes: Axes, dresses, corsets, being made to feel precious and fragile
Personality: Tough and tomboyish, with a near pathological disdain for traditional femininity, a strong sense of patriotism and pride, paired with a fierce loyalty to those she considers friends and a cold hatred to those she counts among her enemies.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2RK6OGNMCY
Other: A dog person

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[Ruskland-Preuben]

Ever since Warg showed me the documents in 1870-1920RP, I can make as much drama now.
Nyess, tagged.

The vas?

I swear people get amnesia around me.
Anyway, they're the documents pertaining to you turning my Emperor insane.

[Ruskland-Preuben]

Iohannes I of Suesani

Appearance

Titles: Imperator/Emperor
Country of Origin: Ruskland Preuben
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Build: 7’2”, 151kg

Strengths: Can lift heavy objects due to strength, and capable of reaching high areas due to height. Amazing marksman, peerless when armed with a spear. Thinks things through, and is a natural leader. Calm and collected in situations where most would break down.
Weaknesses: Does not tolerate stupid people. Becomes irrational if a threat is leveled against his family. Ultranationalist. Absolutely hates being mocked.

Bio: Born as the bastard son, and the first child of the sexually promiscuous, although somewhat insane Emperor of the time, Ralt Fabler-Castell, and Betha of Suesani, a Grand Duchess, he was raised and taught in the palace by many people from various backgrounds, from nobles to the bakers, women and men, giving him a plethora of skills, most of which he mastered. When his first siblings were born, he braced himself for what was to come. Insults from their mother, and from them, were leveled against him at evey possible moment, and even the emperor himself joined in. He eventually smothered the fires of anger, and instead let the coldness of indifference come in. This was when he grew cold to the world, but he retained a bit of hate for his siblings, a bit of fuel, to be lit and stoked into an inferno when the time came.

He was an ambitious person, seeking his father’s crown, though his status as a baseborn child would complicate things, he knew what to do. Through the deaths of his siblings, there would be no choice for the electors to elect but him alone, and with a complex plan in his head, he got to work. One by one, the trueborns of the emperor fell like flies once they grazed the fire of the lamp, and this made his already insane father even more unhinged. He then redirected all blame from the shadows to any possible enemies he would garner, and his father executed them, gruesomely and painfully. This painted Emperor Ralt in a bad light, and plots of killing or toppling him were already in motion. All the while Iohannes smiled as all of them played themselves right into his hands.

Eventually did the Emperor die from a foreign assassin he hired- all part of a grander scheme. And he was elected unanimously by the people, the nobility, and the clergy, as their Imperator. He quickly painted himself in a good light, and gave himself a secure foundation on which he would build his legacy, and Ruskland-Preuben’s as well.

Then we have history, the Twelve Isles Liberation from the Bronze Isles, which garnered him the hate of the TTI for salting their most prosperous island, Manchester, and the Ruskland-Preubenr’s hate against the Islanders for forcing the Bronze Islanders from their home.

Then we are here, the present. He has visited Wargloria for a meeting between leaders, and he thinks I’ll be something of the usual.

Oh how wrong he was.

EXTRAS

Likes: Spear fighting, shooting, his beard, and hunting.
Dislikes: Stupidity, threats against his family, being mocked, Islanders, and betrayal.
Personality: Definitely cold and calculating. Very ambitious and patriotic. Smug as hell.
Theme Song: Wait
Other: Likes goats, hates goat meat, loves goat milk and cheese.

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[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

The vas?

I swear people get amnesia around me.
Anyway, they're the documents pertaining to you turning my Emperor insane.

OH, RIGHT! I remember that now

Almost as good as the time I gassed Twelve Isles with a thought Long dead plague

Ah, good times

Wargloria! The origin of everyone’s misery! From Ruskland’s Madness! To Twelve Isle’s sickness! To Arengin’s Family Problems! And even the extermination of Maxtopians in Rannoria! (to be fair, that one was mainly Rannorian originating idea, we just followe)

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

The vas?

I swear people get amnesia around me.
Anyway, they're the documents pertaining to you turning my Emperor insane.

Era War Stories
Story #1 “He Fears You”
It’s a devastated battlefield, almost everywhere has been destroyed by guns and shells

Two Countryballs are seen, one is Wargloria, who is exhausted yet determined and angry. Then there’s Ruskland, who is just as exhausted, yet seems even more worse for wear

“Come on,” Warg says “We’re nearly there”

Ruskland groans, “What’s the point sauerkraut? It’s over, we’ve done fucked up”

Warg turns and glares at Ruskland “The point is, I DON’T FICKING CARE! I don’t care that this war is lost, or if we’re on our last legs,” Wargloria ranted loudly, “All I want now is revenge, to bring those verdammte Entente bastards down with me!” Warg pushes Ruskland provocatively, “So either you’re with me, or you can just lay here, and die!”

Warg pushes a rifle into Ruskland’s “hands” taking out his own rifle, “I’m going to distract them from the front, you ambush them from behind, if you don’t I’ll deal with you afterwards”

Warg hops away. A minute later, Ruskland attempts to follow, but fails as he constantly stumbles over, “Whoopsie daisy!” Ruskland muttered before collapsing on the ground. “Hahaha, the ground feels muddy!”

Suddenly, there’s a light, and a small translucent ball appears beside him. Cthulhu looks upon Ruskland with disapproving eyes. “Oh, hey there Masty-Master, how you doin?” Ruskland mutters tiredly

“And What do you think you’re doing?” Cthulu says with a bellowing yet calm voice, “You said it before, the war is lost, there is no longer any reason to fight, so why do you continue to follow that heretic Wargloria?” There is a silence, before Ruskland replies with a blunt yet slightly tipsy voice. “I don’t know,”

“What? Why you follow him or why you fight?” Cthulu said a bit more sternly this time. “I don’t know,” Ruskland answered again. “Do you even have any incentive anymore to continue?” Cthulu questioned once again, his voice becoming louder.

“I don’t know,” Ruskland answered once more, this time irritated. “THAN WHY DO YOU CONTINUE WITH THIS POINTLESS CRUSADE?” Cthulu bellowed. “I DON’T KNOW!” Ruskland shouted back, this time full of anger, before the seriousness seemed to disappear, replaced with slight insanity as he chuckled a bit.

There was silence, before Cthulu said, “Do you know what Wargloria is afraid of?” Ruskland looked to Cthulu, intrigued. “Maybe,” Ruskland said, perhaps a bit too seriously for his usual personality. “What do you believe he is afraid of?” Cthulu replied. “.....I don’t know,” Ruskland said.

“Ignorant servant, is it not obvious?” Cthulu said, seemingly annoyed, “Why do you think Wargloria consistently attempted to appease you? And promise you of alliance only to abandon you at the slightest sign of danger? Why do you think he did not attempt to support you after war ravaged your country? Why do you think he constantly plotted to undermine you? And poisoned your mind with insanity? Why?” Cthulu said. Silence. “Because of the Monster that you could’ve and can still become. The Monster who is not his puppet, but his rival. The Monster who could become more powerful than he could ever be,” Ruskland remained silent.

“So I ask again, is it not obvious? What Wargloria fears most?” Cthulu continued, “The answer? His greatest fear, is you, and what you could become,”

Ruskland continues to lay there, before standing up. Instead of picking up the discarded rifle beside him, he draws out a large dagger, adorned with various lovecraftian designs. His eyes were glowing red, and his mind was clear. The clearest it had been since he had been cursed with insanity. “Time to hunt,” Ruskland simply said, as he hopped forwards.

[The Twelve Isles]

I swear people get amnesia around me.
Anyway, they're the documents pertaining to you turning my Emperor insane.

OH, RIGHT! I remember that now

Almost as good as the time I gassed Twelve Isles with a thought Long dead plague

Ah, good times

Wargloria! The origin of everyone’s misery! From Ruskland’s Madness! To Twelve Isle’s sickness! To Arengin’s Family Problems! And even the extermination of Maxtopians in Rannoria! (to be fair, that one was mainly Rannorian originating idea, we just followe)

Walrgloria you little rascal. Always playing pranks you are.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Klaus Adler

Appearance:

Titles: Führer
Country of Origin: Warglorian Reich (Half-Blooded Maxtopian)
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Build: 6'7", 194 Ibs, Very Lean and Muscled Up, though not to insane lengths

Strengths: Experienced Military Tactician, War Veteran, Experienced in Melee and Firearms, Adaptable
Weaknesses: Naturally Assumes that he is in Command (though is willing to listen to advice), often thinks his decisions are best

Bio: Adler would be born in 1839, son of Erkhart Adler. Erkhart was considered the father of the Second Reich, having led the military forces against the corrupt Second Republic of Gloraros, and installing the new Militaristic Authoritarian Democratic Reich we all know and love today. From a young age, Klaus was taught in the art of warfare as many Warglorians were. From tactics of past soldiers to actual combat training, it was a part of Klaus's life from a very young age, as he trained and trained. The Adler family was a long life, dating even to the Ancient Empire of Gloraros, where it served faithfully and effectively as some of the Wargloria's past greatest warriors and politicians. Erkhart had been the latest one, but now Klaus was destined to maintain that legacy.

Klaus would join the Warglorian Officer Academy in his teenage years, where he would meet one of House Adler's longest aged allies, House Landa. More specifically, the heir to House Landa, Hans Landa. Both would apply for the Officer Academy and both would soon find themselves in the same unit, quickly growing into the best of friends. Both would achieve stunning marks, topping almost every one of their classes in the academy. By the time he had graduated, he had become a high ranking officer. He would need it, as a new war had arrived on the horizon. Later, the Second Warglorian Civil War would begin, with the remains of the ousted Gloraros government returning in full force, with an army of loyalists, mercenaries, and foreign soldiers.

At first, the campaign would be disastrous for Wargloria, as Loyalist Forces would push into the country. Eventually, a stalemate would arise, but with the Gloraros Loyalists at the advantage. The capital of Neu Berlin only a hundred kilometers away, and a shortage of competent officers lead to Erkhart (who had been given the post of Obersteführer, a position which was given during only times of emergency, giving the leader complete and supreme powers over the entire country) promoting his own still relatively young son into Generaloberst, and gave him command of the 10th Wehrmacht Heer Korp "Neu Berlina", over 50,000 of some of the best soldiers in the entire Wehrmacht. Klaus would not disappoint, as he would show his tactical and military prowess, despite his young age, winning a string of minor battles. However, his real breakthrough would come in the form of the Battle of Dresden, where Klaus and the 10th Korp would defend the key city of Dresden against a loyalist force of over 160,000.

The battle would end in a stunning Warglorian Victory, with the Warglorians under Klaus losing only about 7,000 men, while the Loyalists would have over 59,200 casualties, with over a hundred thousand being captured. This victory would quickly be followed by a counter-attack at the Battle of Herrlickheit, where a newly and hurriedly formed Warglorian Battle Group under Klaus would exploit the sudden defeat at Dresden and break through the Loyalist lines, taking tens of thousands of more prisoners. These two battles would change the tide, as Wargloria would drive the Loyalists out of the country, and even expand into some neighbouring ones. Least to say, Klaus became a war hero and was soon afterwards elected as Führer after his father had stepped down. Now Wargloria thrives in a golden age, one which Klaus promises to lead well.

EXTRAS

Likes: Weaponry, Equality, Humour, Excitement, Meritocracy
Dislikes: Corruption, Inequality, Racism
Personality: Klaus is in actuality a very sociable and friendly person, always willing to strike up a conversation. He is also usually highly respectful to almost everyone, doesn't really care about your background at times, and is highly honourable. Though he can still be strict and disciplined, and is not afraid to get harsh if needed.
Theme Song: Eiserner Himmel
Other:
-Klaus's favourite weapon is his Officer Sword, Löwenherz, a sword he always has on his person and has been on his person since he graduated from the academy, seeing many years of combat alongside Klaus.

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[Ruskland-Preuben]

I swear people get amnesia around me.
Anyway, they're the documents pertaining to you turning my Emperor insane.

Era War Stories
Story #1 “He Fears You”
It’s a devastated battlefield, almost everywhere has been destroyed by guns and shells

Two Countryballs are seen, one is Wargloria, who is exhausted yet determined and angry. Then there’s Ruskland, who is just as exhausted, yet seems even more worse for wear

“Come on,” Warg says “We’re nearly there”

Ruskland groans, “What’s the point sauerkraut? It’s over, we’ve done fucked up”

Warg turns and glares at Ruskland “The point is, I DON’T FICKING CARE! I don’t care that this war is lost, or if we’re on our last legs,” Wargloria ranted loudly, “All I want now is revenge, to bring those verdammte Entente bastards down with me!” Warg pushes Ruskland provocatively, “So either you’re with me, or you can just lay here, and die!”

Warg pushes a rifle into Ruskland’s “hands” taking out his own rifle, “I’m going to distract them from the front, you ambush them from behind, if you don’t I’ll deal with you afterwards”

Warg hops away. A minute later, Ruskland attempts to follow, but fails as he constantly stumbles over, “Whoopsie daisy!” Ruskland muttered before collapsing on the ground. “Hahaha, the ground feels muddy!”

Suddenly, there’s a light, and a small translucent ball appears beside him. Cthulhu looks upon Ruskland with disapproving eyes. “Oh, hey there Masty-Master, how you doin?” Ruskland mutters tiredly

“And What do you think you’re doing?” Cthulu says with a bellowing yet calm voice, “You said it before, the war is lost, there is no longer any reason to fight, so why do you continue to follow that heretic Wargloria?” There is a silence, before Ruskland replies with a blunt yet slightly tipsy voice. “I don’t know,”

“What? Why you follow him or why you fight?” Cthulu said a bit more sternly this time. “I don’t know,” Ruskland answered again. “Do you even have any incentive anymore to continue?” Cthulu questioned once again, his voice becoming louder.

“I don’t know,” Ruskland answered once more, this time irritated. “THAN WHY DO YOU CONTINUE WITH THIS POINTLESS CRUSADE?” Cthulu bellowed. “I DON’T KNOW!” Ruskland shouted back, this time full of anger, before the seriousness seemed to disappear, replaced with slight insanity as he chuckled a bit.

There was silence, before Cthulu said, “Do you know what Wargloria is afraid of?” Ruskland looked to Cthulu, intrigued. “Maybe,” Ruskland said, perhaps a bit too seriously for his usual personality. “What do you believe he is afraid of?” Cthulu replied. “.....I don’t know,” Ruskland said.

“Ignorant servant, is it not obvious?” Cthulu said, seemingly annoyed, “Why do you think Wargloria consistently attempted to appease you? And promise you of alliance only to abandon you at the slightest sign of danger? Why do you think he did not attempt to support you after war ravaged your country? Why do you think he constantly plotted to undermine you? And poisoned your mind with insanity? Why?” Cthulu said. Silence. “Because of the Monster that you could’ve and can still become. The Monster who is not his puppet, but his rival. The Monster who could become more powerful than he could ever be,” Ruskland remained silent.

“So I ask again, is it not obvious? What Wargloria fears most?” Cthulu continued, “The answer? His greatest fear, is you, and what you could become,”

Ruskland continues to lay there, before standing up. Instead of picking up the discarded rifle beside him, he draws out a large dagger, adorned with various lovecraftian designs. His eyes were glowing red, and his mind was clear. The clearest it had been since he had been cursed with insanity. “Time to hunt,” Ruskland simply said, as he hopped forwards.

Rusk was Evangelion Unit-01 all along!

[Union Princes]

Tag, though I have 13 different leaders to choose from to play as since my country is an oligarchy

[Danceria]

Tag. Tally-ho?

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Good to see new people already! I thought it’d just be the originals

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Tag, though I have 13 different leaders to choose from to play as since my country is an oligarchy

Is one of them going to have scoliosis? And loves to blow stuff up?

Also remember, this RP is set in 1880 (there might be some more advanced stuff because of the wonky ness of the tech advancement in the mid stages of the Era War RP (Godamnit Transvaal and his 1880 car engine) I mean we had Panzer IVs and semi-automatic rifle fielding ww2 armies by 1910!) so you have to consider that your leaders might different compared to your modern leaders in terms of culture, preferred weapons and clothing

Personality can stay completely the same though

[The Twelve Isles]

Tag, though I have 13 different leaders to choose from to play as since my country is an oligarchy

Is one of them going to have scoliosis? And loves to blow stuff up?

Also remember, this RP is set in 1880 (there might be some more advanced stuff because of the wonky ness of the tech advancement in the mid stages of the Era War RP (Godamnit Transvaal and his 1880 car engine) I mean we had Panzer IVs and semi-automatic rifle fielding ww2 armies by 1910!) so you have to consider that your leaders might different compared to your modern leaders in terms of culture, preferred weapons and clothing

Personality can stay completely the same though

Also, you can have up to four characters, so if you want to bring more than one that is allowed. You can also with these extra character slots create military advisers, ambassadors, bodyguards, or anyone else who would have realistically come along and survived the outbreak.

[The Twelve Isles]

Catherine Javette

Appearance: Catherine is tall and muscular, with a form that is unmistakably feminine and equal parts enticing and intimidating. Her face is sharp, with bright blue eyes, a smooth complexion, and soft lips, marred by a a series of jagged scars on the right side, remnants of a failed attempt on her life. Her hair is long and smooth, with a jet black coloration and her skin is lightly tanned. Catherine abhors traditional feminine garments, like dresses and corsets, choosing instead the tunics and trousers of a military officer or the dungarees and shirts of a laborer. She is quite fond of peaked caps and military boots and is rarely seen without the family broadsword, Warrior's Bane, its blade long and sharp and its hilt bound in beautiful leather with a dragon's foot pommel, as well as an ornate pistol, with engravings along the slide and a grip made of polished ivory given to her by her father when she turned 18.

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Iohannes I of Suesani

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Klaus Adler

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[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Is one of them going to have scoliosis? And loves to blow stuff up?

Also remember, this RP is set in 1880 (there might be some more advanced stuff because of the wonky ness of the tech advancement in the mid stages of the Era War RP (Godamnit Transvaal and his 1880 car engine) I mean we had Panzer IVs and semi-automatic rifle fielding ww2 armies by 1910!) so you have to consider that your leaders might different compared to your modern leaders in terms of culture, preferred weapons and clothing

Personality can stay completely the same though

Also, you can have up to four characters, so if you want to bring more than one that is allowed. You can also with these extra character slots create military advisers, ambassadors, bodyguards, or anyone else who would have realistically come along and survived the outbreak.

Do we have to full apps for those or can we just make NPCs?

[The Twelve Isles]

Also, you can have up to four characters, so if you want to bring more than one that is allowed. You can also with these extra character slots create military advisers, ambassadors, bodyguards, or anyone else who would have realistically come along and survived the outbreak.

Do we have to full apps for those or can we just make NPCs?

If your planning to have them have equal significance as your first character, then yes, you would need to app them.

[The Twelve Isles]

Alright, my second major character to be along for the ride this RP. Those who know me, know him. For those of you who are knew, I introduce to you the man, the myth, the legend,

William (Billy) Thomas Younger

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Titles: Imperial Marshal
Country of Origin: The Empire Of The Twelve Isles And All Her Colonies
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Build: 6'2", 173 lbs. A military man and a former street tough, Billy is lean, mean and an efficient killing machine.

Strengths: Knives, clubs, brass knuckles, broken bottles and any other form of makeshift weaponry is a weaponry that Billy is able to use. As well as this, his service in the Imperial Armored Corp, as well as a member of the 5th Townhill Rifles has given him a strong knowledge of rifles, engines and machines. He is also a strong leader, and has a knack for tactics.
Weaknesses: Billy is often brash, aggressive and confrontational.

Bio: Billy was born to an unknown father and a prostitute mother on the mean streets of Townhill, the capitol of the Empire. Already in an unfortunate position, his path in life of a fighter and a survivor was only further compounded by his being effectively unacknowledged by his mother, and growing up on Bowler Street, the most infamous and dangerous rookery in Townhill. From a young age he made his way by stealing and fighting, and when Billy was 14 he joined up with the Bowler Street Gang, a gaggle of young men who stuck together to protect one another form the other gangs of the city. They all would work together to make money in burglary, muggings, robbery, protection rackets and counter fitting. From a young age Billy had been big, and he became heavily involved as an enforcer and soldier for the gang. Kicking ass and taking names was his motto, until one day a brawl between the Bowler Street gang and their chief rival, the Razor Top Lads brought the City Watch down on their heads, and Billy was arrested. At this time, the Empire was gearing up for war, and Billy was given a choice. Join the military, or be sent to Hell Gate Prison. Evidently, Billy joined the military, and found his career.

Billy was far from a perfect soldier at first, though he served well with the 5th Townhill Rifles. A little ways into the war however, Billy was brought into the joint unit between the Empire and their ally, the Traansval, the Armored Corp. Billy would serve the rest of the war with distinction in the Armored Corp, eventually managing to rise in rank and command his own car by the end of the war. However, the Armored Corp had been technically under the jurisdiction of the Traansval, so when the war was over there were no Islesish officers to command the new Imperial Armored Corp. Billy was eventually selected, and he proved to be a highly effective commander, forming the Imperial Armored Corp into an effective fighting force.

When the fall of the Empire occurred, Billy lived for some time in exile in the Traansval, before organizing a force of Islesish ex-pats, the colonial militias and fleets, and various guns for hire looking to earn a buck into the Free Isles Army. This action, as well as leading them in the war to retake the Home Isles, made him the most obvious choice for Imperial Marshal, the commander of all Imperial army forces. It is in this capacity that he now serves, having come on the trip to observe the new weapon, as well as to be with Bella, a good friend of his.

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Likes: Being on top, discipline, a certain amount of heroism, feeling like he is protecting others.
Dislikes: Being on the bottom rung, disorganisation, bad planning, selfish and entitled people with no respect for others.
Personality: Billy is strong willed and imposing, with the personality of a lion. He is happy and proud, strongly loyal, and fond of drinking tunes.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaXNGvmWzxk
Other: He once cut a boy on Bowler Street for stealing his shoes. That boy left for Wargloria, became a spy, and to this day they do not get along.

Due to his actions in bringing the Empire of the Twelve Isles back from the brink after the Fall of the Empire, he is a fairly larger than life figure. HE is seen as a champion of the common man, and even the aristocracy has come to recognize and respect him, despite being of low birth.
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[Union Princes]

1880 is pretty much when the civil war in my country is finally drawing to a close after 300 years of constant fighting.

but here are my 13 leaders with their own special skill set:

- The Prince of the Union Military: Has the experience to use anything and everything to gain the advantage in warfare.
- The Prince of Foreign Affairs: Suave and gregarious; quite the charismatic talker when it comes to conversations
- The Prince of National Security: nothing can go in nor out without it being seen from the eyes of this Prince
- The Prince of National Intelligence: Codebreaker or codemaker, this Prince can make a spy ring at the snap of the fingers
- The Prince of Union Education: A spider when it comes to manipulating the truth and publishing them
- The Prince of Economics: Money is always important, luckily this Prince can barter for a better deal or set up a new enterprise
- The Prince of Utilities: Someone has to manage the sewage systems, fire departments, electricity, gas, and water.
- The Prince of Transportation: Leave it to this Prince to be able to transport large amounts of men or material from one place to another
- The Prince of Science and Research: Oversees all the research departments and facilities in the Commonwealth, if we manage to get a strain of the virus, maybe we can send it to one of the labs.
- The Prince of Rural Development: From Zoology to botany, it's all about securing a food source
- The Prince of Urban Development: Responsible of urban development and maintenance, the Prince knows how to be an alley rat
- The Chief Commissar of the Union Princes: The chief judge, jury, and executioner of the entire Commonwealth. Capable of using every firearm in existence.


So yeah, don't who to pick since I'm going in blind in this rp.