The 41st Armoured Brigade of the Royal Dutch Army - Regiment Huzaren Prins AlexanderCO:
Name: Nicolaas Petrus Johannes Maria 'Nico' van de Kamp
Age: 37 (13-8-1946)
Description: He stands at 6'2 and carries a large physique as a result of a naturally large build and deep-fried food, but still retains a proper muscle pass. dark blonde, short hair which he comed back, blue eyes, thick blonde moustache. Smells like shag tobacco.
Background: Born in The Hague to a poor family of labourers working a variety of low-level jobs, his parents did their best to take good care of him and his eight siblings. (That's how Roman Catholicism before 1950 worked). Growing up during the turbulent 1950s and 1960s, he sported a duck's ass, thought his old man was a dick (Because that was fashion in the 1960s), and hung out at cafetarias with his friends. By the time he was called into service his youthful spirit was as high as it was, which had him run into trouble with the superiors quite often as he drove his Centurion around. But the longer he stayed, the more he realised the gravity of the Cold War. He became more serious, started to take a liking to his tanks, and enrolled into the Royal Military Academy after his term as an enlisted man. From there on he climbed through the ranks to end up assuming command of the Red Hussars on January 1st 1983.
Unit: 41. Pantserbrigade
Role: Commanding Officer
Equipment: Browning Hi-Power and a combat knife.
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Misc.: Is rather good at playing surf guitar.
XO: Majoor Chris Stratemaker
Tanks: Brand new Leopard 2s, at least one of them crewed by four people who don't take their stay all that seriously:
Dutchbag's chars:
Name: Hendrik 'Hennie' Maarschalkerweerd
Age: 23 (7-4-1960)
Description: Stands at 6' and not physically impressive, wears glasses, has blue eyes and slicked back brown hair complemented by a five o' clock shadow. Wears an Ajax scarf around his neck most of the time.
Background: Born in the Jordaan, Amsterdam to a painter and a nurse, he lived a good childhood in Amsterdam where he had a small, close group of friends with which he played and watched football like nobody's business. He did well in school, studied law and at the age of 22 was conscripted with ABOHZIS(The Dutch qualification of conscription - Not necessary for your character) 2-2-1-1-2-1-1.
A-Capable to endure normal exertion after exercise, but is less fit for combat duties.
B-Capable of;
1. Lifting 20kg above the head;
2. Operate heavy vehicles;
3. Shooting, digging, and throwing hand grenades, but not in combat functions.
O-Capable of;
1. Marching 30 kilometers a day after exercise
2. Digging, crawling, climbing and running.
H - Proper hearing in both ears.
Z - Has sharp sight with corrections. Loss of corrections does not detriment himself or others.
I - Sufficient intelligence to be trained as soldier, including as a professional and specialist.
S- Sufficient psychological adaptational and receptional capability to perform his tasks under all circumstances.
Unit: 41. Pantserbrigade
Role: Gunner
Equipment: UZI, knife.
Rank: Sergeant
Misc: -
Name: Thomas Brandt
Age: 19 (12-8-1964)
Description: 5'10 with gray eyes, he sports a black mullet that's business in front, and party in the back and complements it with a fitting thick moustache and a pair of small golden earrings. Has a Feyenoord scarf around his neck most of the time.
Background: Born to a dockworker and a waitress in the majestic metropolis of Rotterdam-Zuid, he spent more time with girls and football than on school, and as such barely passed. He wanted to go on to work in the docks, but there came the conscription. He tried to dodge the draft by all means (He didn't eat for a week and brought a sheep to the recruitment office) but failed.
A: 1 - Capable of bearing great exortion after exercise and has sufficient physical condition to function in combat.
B: 1 - Capable of;
1. Carrying more than 20kg above the head;
2. Operate heavy vehicles;
3. Perform every combat action such as digging, climbing, shooting, etc;
4. Carrying heavy weights.
O: 1 - Capable of;
1. Marching 30 kilometers a day after exercise
2. Digging, crawling, climbing and running.
3. Carrying heavy weights
H: 1 - Proper hearing in both ears.
Z: 1 - Has a sharp vision without correction.
I: 2 - Sufficient intelligence to be trained as a soldier, but is not suited for a professional or specialistic training.
S: 3 - Has a character that integration in the armed forces is expected to meet trouble.
Unit: 41. Pantserbrigade
Role: Loader
Equipment: UZI, knife. Really shouldn't be in possession of either, but hey.
Rank: Korporaal
Misc: -
Vaexa's chars:
Name: Quintis Chocola
Age: 22
Description: A bear of a man. 1.96 metres tall, naturally muscular, capable of breaking anyone unfortunate enough to anger him in two. Like a true son of Suriname, he has dark skin and smiles a lot, his white teeth forming a stark contrast with his skin. Brown eyes. In a long-gone past, he had hair; it is completely gone now, though. His bald head leaks surprisingly stylish.
Personality-wise, Quintis likes laughing, flowers, music, and all the good things in life. Peaceful, but not a pacifist; he also has undying enthusiasm and a good sense of humour, taking whatever life throws at him and laughing at it. He isn't stupid, though, being surprisingly quick-witted and having a gift for languages.
As mentioned before, he is peaceful, but absolutely not a pacifist. Push him far enough, and he'll be angry just like any person; if you're unlucky enough to anger him, run. His muscular body makes him quite the opponent in any brawl, and he'll snap anyone who he doesn't like in two.
In combat, Quintis generally laughs a lot and has a knack for cracking jokes while under fire. In a sense, he's the perfect driver, keeping his cool while under fire; he does need very close instructions from the commander, since he lacks tactical insight, and therefore isn't confident in his own tactical skills.
In Dutch army terms:
A1 B1 O1 H1 Z1 I1 S1
Background: Born in the beautiful country of Suriname, emigrated to The Netherlands after his home country became independent, along with about half of his fellow sons and daughters of Suriname. Wound up in the beautiful, typical Dutch city of Almere, where he enjoyed a peaceful youth of tending to the flowers, living the good life with his friends, and getting in trouble with the police.
Unlike other cases, the army didn't happen to him; he happened to the army. He showed up at the recruitment office on one sunny day with his infectious smile and a motivation to do something fun and possibly useful with his life. To him, the army was a way to meet new people and do something for the country which had been so friendly to him; to the army, he was the perfect candidate for driving tanks around, tanks to his massive muscular mass.
Unit: 41. Pantserbrigade
Role: Driver
Equipment: UZI, combat knife, saxophone
Rank: Korporaal (corporal)
Misc.
Name: David Steenbruggen
Age: 23
Description: Tall and slender, as a true bassist should be; he stands 1.84 metres tall and weighs a grand total of... 66kg, putting him in the ''almost underweight'' category. As a true bassist should be.
Even if he is a tad slender, he is by no means weak, his shoulders easily capable of lifting a vintage MusicMan Stingray bass. Or a 120mm shell, in a pinch.
Like a true new-waver, he has a pale skin and sunken in deep blue eyes, with a blonde Derek Forbes hairdo protecting his scalp from the cold and not being fabulous. The sunken in eyes are accentuated by the copious amounts of eyeliner he wears, like a true new waver.
Mentally, he's just as a new waver should be as well: quiet, calm and laid back, with a certain air of mysticism surrounding him... Right until the moment someone pisses him off, in which case someone's gonna find out just how badly a Fender Precision Bass can hurt when it hits this someone's skull.
In combat, it's generally the new waver side which is showing; behind the piercing eyes is a mess of data and ideas on various military subjects; tactics, doctrines, intel on various Russian-made materiel... And song lyrics and slap bass techniques. He rarely speaks when in thought, only to give orders or curse as only a Dutchman can. Off-duty, the mystic aura remains, though he tends to be a slight bit more talkative. His taste in music describes his personality well; one would find plenty of Simple Minds, Joy Division, Japan and Depeche Mode on his Walkman.
In official Dutch Army ratings:
A2 B1 O2 H2 Z1 I1 S3
Background: David hails from the beautiful, idyllic Dutch city of Utrecht, where he enjoyed a happy, typically Dutch youth of street fights, failing school and making music. David was always a bit of an outcast, with his affinity for guitars of different kinds and wearing make-up once he reached his puberty years, fitting in perfectly with the punk and new wave movements.
And then the army happened. He made a valiant attempt to get disqualified from the army by means of peanut butter, a teddy bear and a dissolved cigarette (hence the S3 rating), but it didn't save him from the army. While he was quite capable of lifting heavy instruments and tank shells, he wasn't particularly impressive on foot; this landed him in the Dutch armour divisions, his intelligence (and education as an officer, which he chose to take) making him a perfect candidate for the role of tank commander.
Unit: 41. Pantserbrigade
Role: tank commander
Equipment: UZI, combat knife, Fender Precision Bass coloured Candy Apple Red and modded with a pickup cover, Walkman
Rank: Wachtmeester
Misc.
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