Name: Alexander Reid Gender: Male Age: 37 Appearance: Alexander is a tall, broad-shouldered bloke - described jokingly by his friends (and fellow Commandos) as an “aryan viking”. He’s in peak physical condition, and has been described by many as being quite handsome. His shoulders are broad, his upper torso exceedingly well built (a result of countless hours spent in the gym and years on deployment), and his stomach is surprisingly flat for a man so close to his fortieth birthday. He has blonde hair (cut short in a military style), and blue eyes - set an even distance apart on either side of his slightly-crooked nose. Alex makes an effort to maintain his appearance, and as such he makes sure that his uniform is always immaculate whenever he is first sent out on a mission, with not a crease or wrinkle in sight. He wears his uniform with pride, and a number of pins can be seen upon his breast pocket, firmly secured: including his Royal Navy pin, and also a pin for the 36th Ulster Division which had belonged to his father. Rank: Sergeant Role: Fireteam Leader Weapon and Ammunition: L1A1 SLR, Standard Variant - equipped with a grenade launcher. | 9x20 mags. Browning Hi-Power | 2x9 mags. Combat Knife. Pineapple Grenades x2 Brief Background: Alexander was born in 1919, the year after the Great War had ended - almost nine months later to the exact date that his father had returned from the Western Front. His parents were not particularly well off, but had enough money to make sure that Alexander was well fed and clothed throughout his childhood. He grew up on the outskirts of East Belfast, and as such was raised to be incredibly loyal to the Crown - and distrusting of those who not only wanted Ireland to govern itself, but for _Ulster_ to be part of a “United Ireland” - rather than remaining a part of the United Kingdom; where, he was told, it belonged. His school life was uneventful - he was not particularly brilliant at anything, but he was definitely at an academic level above that of the average child. Whenever he graduated from high school, he applied to the Ulster University to study business management and accounting, and was accepted without too much bother. Alex was halfway through his second year of studies whenever Britain declared war on Nazi Germany after their invasion of Poland. Like many young Protestant Irish boys his age, Alex dropped everything at the announcement of war (even his young fiance). This was it - this was their _chance_; to serve their country, to serve their _King_ - as they had not been alive to fight in the Great War twenty years prior. Finally, they could show the Politicians in England that Ulster _wanted_ to be a part of Great Britain, and that Ulstermen were a valuable addition to the Union. Alex was among some of the first to sign up to join the war effort, and he was assigned to the Navy: more specifically, to the Royal Marines Corps, before being reassigned by the Admiralty (at the recommendation of his training officers) to the Commandos. He was brought back to England and underwent more specialized (and much harder) training, after which he was given two weeks of leave. It was during this time that Alexander married his childhood sweetheart and fiance, before being sent back out to the oceans that surrounded Europe as a part of one of the many British raiding teams that were around at the time. He participated in a great many missions over the next few years, and was also there when the beaches at Normandy were stormed. By the time the war was over, Alexander had been promoted to the rank of Corporal. Unlike many who had joined the military at the outbreak of war, Alex did not go back to civvy life at its end. He decided to keep on working as a squaddie, and after only a few months of rest with his wife and family was informed he would be deployed to Palestine in order to deal with the rising audacity of the Jewish Insurgents there. He spent the next three years off and on in Palestine, (as a regular marine), and was promoted to the rank of Sergeant by the end of his time there. When he returned home to Ireland, he rejoined the Commandos, and was given a few years of respite before being deployed to the Korean War in its later stages. At its end, he was a different man - and not redeployed until the beginning of the Suez Crisis, where it was believed his experience and skill could be of some use.

Accepted. No more oldies, I say- let's stick with younger characters (nothing under 17 though) from here on out. I think I'll post the OOC shortly.

Well, here we are! Not sure if I'm entirely done, though. Name: Lewis Spencer Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: [Lewis ](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sDK3codoaA/TUe39LW3qeI/AAAAAAAAFVA/u6FUMUx2_AY/s1600/Marine+Commando.gif) Rank: Lance Sergeant Role: Machine Gunner Weapon and Ammunition: Bren MkII LMG| 11x 30 Round .303 Magazines 2x No. 36M Mk.I "Mills Bomb" High-Explosive Fragmentation Brief Background: Lewis Spencer was an Anglo-Indian born in the outskirts of Bristol in 1932, to a native British barrister, and his Indian wife who had moved there with him after meeting during a tenure teaching a college in India. Even as he was being born, his parents had been aware of the repercussions of his mixed heritage in society, but had seen it fit to not take him back to his mother's homeland for the simple reason that they wanted him to have a better education than what he would get in the then not as advanced British Raj. As he grew, the repercussions that his parents had foreseen obviously did come about, as he was treated rather poorly, and did not have too many friends, since hardly anyone was willing to associate themselves with a half breed. The only thing that kept him company through out his school days was the pride that his father attempted to instill in him in Great Britain, hoping to lessen the effects of his treatment on his psych and attitude towards the country's institutions. "Only you, and you only, can change this great country's view for the better once more." were the words his father told him, and he took these to heart. He fought his way through school, and through sheer belief in himself did he manage to shrug off the insults of his peers to graduate school with full honors. With his schooling complete, he was still unsure as to what he wanted to do, except that he wanted to make a change, and do something for the Queen, to show that he and the other Anglo-Indians were also worth something to the Empire. This was just in time for the Korean War to start, and for him to become conscripted into the Army to be sent to fight. After his first year of training and service, he had realized that the Army was one of the best ways of proving himself and his kin, which provoked him to continue to stay in service, and rise up the ranks. Equipment: Trench Knife British Fatigues Ammo Bandolier? Water Cannister 24 Hour Rations (Tuna)

Accepted. [OOC is up](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75429/posts/ooc), and the best bit is that everything is linked back to the Intrest if you want to modify your characters and all. I'll very shortly even have the IC up- I think we're basically good to go. Holler a post in the OOC if you're still in!