In the not too distant future, of course, there was a new turning point in the development of conflict. Nuclear devices had been set aside after the creation of the World Treaty Organisation (W.T.O.), dismantled and thrown away for the preparation of a new era, one that was to house a city. The nations of the Earth combined their forces to make the Global Defence Coalition (G.D.C.) to combat terror without a country. There was a city built to connect Egypt to Libya. Massive in size, it stretched across where a line used to have been drawn on maps. The borders were completely removed, due to the size of this settlement. It was a project, a leap forward, in the unification of mankind. A large city, where anyone could be accepted without the ideals of oppression. Set inside the desert, it needn't to make room inside the larger countries. To boost the economy of the African countries, it was to be a masterpiece, a refuge for many of those in need. Having capabilities to house, educate and employ millions upon millions, many sought to see this as a bright future for the human race, especially after the previous decades of treason, civil war and tensions between global superpowers. This was the city of Messla, named after the Libyan designer and genius who headlined after leading the operation for its construction.
Well, it was supposed to be grand. The size of it was immense, yes...But then it split. Where once a border was, another forged. Why so, might be asked? Well, like any other time in the human's existence, they always found a way to go up against one another. This time, Messla was the catalyst for this disagreement. Certain super-powers started to question the implications of their designs. Which all started with Fredric Chemau, a French spokesman for a protesting organisation that had recently committed to rioting across the European connectivity. He claimed that the City was a way to lure in the problems of the world, to give them an excuse to not whine and to not need the assistance. It was pampering, as stated. Even then, the isolation of the city became clear to these protesters, and more and more riots began to broadcast in several other countries. Whilst these issues arose, the city seemed to lay in silence as if detached from the troubles of this world. That was until it became the central attention. Soon enough, the governments of each nation started to forge their own opinions on the city they helped to construct.
A bomb went off, in the central tower of the city. One that housed the democratic Prime Minister of Messla. It was no small act of terrorism, and upon detonation the investigations seemed to almost instantly dive in. Within minutes, the Prime Minister was reported to have died, after CCTV footage leaked across the internet streaming the man himself being caught in the explosion as soon as the fire spread. Rumours spread within minutes. The country to leak the stream was identified as a French governmental figure. The man who carried and detonated the bomb was part of the CIA. The claims to want the building and city destroyed was made by the Australians only days before the event happened. Eyes began to look towards one another with untrustworthy glances...
It only took days before countries that held a part in the defence league began to dispatch their forces to the City at once, and riots began once more. The forces landed, but within hours one of the platoons of the Norwegian military were shot down by what many guessed was the Polish reconnaissance detachment present in their sector. Tensions began to light up, and a spark and flame of uncalled shots were soon exchanged without permission from their superiors. Those who worked alongside each other in the city soon began to oppress certain nationalities, certain individuals who had been blamed for the violence.
Every country seemed to be importing more troops, claiming that they were only sticking to the safer side of the area. This just found more and more individuals being placed into a bubbling pot of water, about to reach its boiling point. Everything seemed like it couldn't get any worse...That was until an order came through. Justifications of war goals were sent through, and the Russians found themselves with threats from the North American Coalition. With that, conferences were set up to try and negotiate an agreement between the two, but mishaps found them becoming worse and more widespread. Countries soon found themselves making demands of their own, both about Messla and about the future of their nation. Some wanted more technological power amongst the city, some refused to let anyone set a single foot back into the city. It only took one week for the political demands to become so far out that war was declared. Though the reports from the conference were sketchy and usually hard to follow by, orders started flushing through for forces to begin firing upon other detachments within the city.
One single week passed before a frontier was created. Countries began to divide from their old partnerships and slip into new ones. The city began to creep into two sides, one of the Messla Defence Force, a coalition of militarised units forged from countries wishing to only defend the city, the people and end the war itself (Or simply going against the other force), and the other side that still claimed to be the W.T.O. Countries around the world began to find themselves be invaded from within, but with the sheer pressure of the city, it was almost impossible to extract most of the forces from within. Only more could be deployed, or more could be used to defend their own countries. Multiple fronts were now placed into the world. Civil wars were created, third party resistance factions forged and troops were deployed all over the globe. A new war had begun, and the entire world seems to have gotten itself in on the action.
Involved Forces - The United Kingdom - Russia - French Loyalists [Regular French Democracy] - Germany - Brazil - Afghanistan - India - Japan - Argentina - Turkey - Poland - Sweden - South Korea - New Zealand Rebels [Kiwi guerrilla fighters that deployed small detachments to Messla] - Finland
Involved Forces - The United States of America - Canada - Mexico - China - Australia - The Republic of Ireland - The New French Government [French Uprising Forces] - New Zealand - Italy - Greece - South Africa - Democratic Republic of Congo - Cuba - Somalia - Iraqi People's Force [A Militia Force sent to assist/work alongside Somalian Forces] - Netherlands
During the second month of the war, February 24th to be exact, the war had reached full swing, as forces were deployed all over the world. Without the use of Nuclear weapons anymore, the conflict would be fought with the tools they could create. Tanks roamed certain streets and forged defensive outposts, soldiers patrolled and battled incoming conflicts, whether large and/or small, and the air was littered with planes and helicopters being sent out to fulfil daring tasks that committed to the war act. But with battles forming a a brand new border on the Messla Frontier, a no man's land being called out as such, each side still had more localised problems to deal with.
Messla was a place of people. These people needed to be convinced to either side. The M.D.F. had to ensure that those who were within Messla were kept safe and ensured that the civilians of the city were not in danger, evacuating regularly to better cities in non-conflicted countries. The W.T.O. had to ensure that territory taken from their enemy would mean that the people weren't going to revolt against their occupation, and to ensure that they were on equal tracks. Both sides had the similarity of needing to ensure resistance cells did not form.
After the M.D.F. returned the equipment from a F.O.B located on the outskirts of No-Man's land, duo of towers once owned by a Rich business corporation becomes inhabited with a small Third Party cell informally referred to as the Offspring of the War. An extremist group, they use threats and explosive materials to get their demands. Having been a problem for the M.D.F. and the W.T.O. at the same time, they had built up a strong price over their heads. Information got to either side about their threats to the structure and the people around it. If the tower, containing a highly dangerous explosive material, were to blow, it would endanger many citizens still living in those parts, who refused to leave their homes. The M.D.F. saw it as their duty to stop this group, to ensure that they could convince their own they still held order and power in the city, whilst the W.T.O. sought to save the building based upon its strategic value towards a plan known as Operation: Eclipse. Both sides were aware that the explosive was also going to harm their own soldiers, with its destructive radius of shock.
At 2:34am, either side, not weary of their oppositions own intent on saving the structure, organised detachments to seize the threat before the people or building could fall to the devastating explosion. Without the knowledge of their opponent's involvement, the two sides collided and clashed. In the confusion of meeting one another, panicked gunshots echoed throughout the building as either side came into contact with one another by accident. This ruined the element of surprise, and upon hearing this, the third party extremists detonated the bomb, causing a destructive shock-wave and explosion on the bottom floors. By 2:41am, the building began to shake, and tilt. The soldiers inside, as well as the building, toppled into the second tower adjacent to it, leaving destruction on a colossal scale. They say there were no survivors...
The Roleplay
Welcome to what is practically World War III, but without all of that extremely devastating nuclear material that seems to ruin the fun of this Roleplay. Here, as you have guessed, we have two sides frantically going against one another on a global scale, not just in the city itself. However, as stated, this roleplay scenario will take place entirely within Messla, after said mission that goes horribly wrong. The survivors, from either side, are the characters that will be taken control of, as they struggle to survive the upcoming onslaught that is to be Operation: Eclipse.
Operation: Eclipse, to be more exact, is the steam roll of a force from the World Treaty Organisation into Messla Defence Coalition territory, which has the change to overtake the characters. Now these people are going to be without orders, without guidance and without a superior deciding their actions. Which means that when they gather their senses in the wreckage, they are likely to run into surviving comrades, though few in numbers, or their own original enemy. However, to get the two to work together, if they don't split off, would be quite the tricky business to find a valuable reason to commit to, other than treason against their original affiliation in the war.
The Survival aspect of this Roleplay goes around the steam roll of the other force, as well as the character itself. The main focus of this is not entirely the conflict, though a very useful and heavily influenced aspect of it, but more character development and connections from the two sides, showing that by knowing the enemy they may not appear as the enemy anymore. That, or you end up shooting them regardless. Think about it this way, lost in a war-torn behemoth of a city, trying to ensure their survival whilst finding their way back to continue the fight is where it comes from. Characters CAN, though not necessarily will, die. How they fight their way back to safety, which may lead to a continuation of the roleplay based upon a final stand from one side or the other, is all up to us, the roleplayers of this story.
Now the main character each of us create will be standard infantry. There are no special forces to be used from us, and all specialised branches such as airmen and motorised infantry are all dependent on side characters and NPCs that we also create. They will not be fully on their own for the full Roleplay, and will run into friendlies and foes alike. The character sheet can be laid out to your heart's desire, but do keep in mind that all the necessary information needs to be included, as well as extra information if you wish to add it.
An Image here of the Character, either in uniform or not, goes well here.
Name Pretty Obvious. Full name.
Nickname Optional, not really required at all. If provided, explain why it is that.
Gender Self Explanatory
Age Ditto, though it must be between 23-27, for the purpose of the rank restriction.
Nationality Ditto
Affiliation Which side are they on? The Messla Defence Coalition, globally known as the Global Defence Coalition, or the World Treaty Organisation?
Detachment Which specific regiment/platoon/company/division do they serve under? Most of them would be very similar, as they were all on the same mission after all.
Rank Most of the characters here will be at the rank of Private (Or the equivalent to it in another country), and those who wish anything different will have to consult me. High ranks are almost off limits, as I will explain if asked, due to us focusing on the common man and woman to see how they cope without guidance when faced with surviving all the way to safety.
Callsign Most of these would use specified and formal ones, though specialised units such as side characters of the air would have less complicated and specific ones.
Infantry Role What classification amongst the fireteams and platoons do they hold? This could be from a Designated Marksmen, to a Grenadier, Sapper, Rifleman, Light Support, Heavy Support etc.
Years of Service How long have they served only within their chosen affiliation?
Personality What are they like, basically?
Appearance A description to accompany the image. Might be a good idea to reference their gear, attire and physical appearance. Image can also go here if you wish.
Background How did your character come to be in this scenario? Where did their origins begin?
Military Involvement This wouldn't be too large, but it would consist of mostly recent battles or experience, as well as older and specified battles/conflicts.
Character Theme A song that could be associated with the Character. Just a bit of banter at this point.
As for rules, the rules are pretty straight forward. As this is a very character-based Roleplay, I'll start on those things. Follow the restrictions I've set in the Character sheet. It's vital you should, because otherwise I lose my temper and stuff. When it comes to language, vulgar is fine, but remember to not go fully overboard and all. We want these to be like genuine people...Unless your idea of a genuine person is uncontrollable explicit-ness. Romance? Pfft...Go for it, but remember that the RPG [Heh heh...Military Pun] rules still apply to this thread as always. Why wouldn't they? Also remember, that the military don't take too kindly to those sorta things...I mean they don't mind it, but they don't advise it.
Now for the ones that are for how the Roleplay works...One Main character. The rest include side characters that may not be included for the majority of the story. They might be, you don't know that? It's all dependent on what happens in the roleplay. Do give me permission to make one and at least tell me why they might be of use to the development before creating. Characters that are made need to be posted into the OOC with a mentioning of my own username to ensure I see it. Then I accept it, blah blah blah. That is providing there are no flaws in the sheet itself. Also, characters CAN, as said before, die. This means that there is an aspect of survival that is needed. But this only applies to those who take unforgivingly ridiculous actions. Sure, the odd daring act can prop up here and there, but do remember that they aren't invisible. Combat also has its restrictions, as you'll have to take ammo consumption into account, as well as finding food and water (Which basically involves asking the locals and raiding evacuated buildings).
Now I do wish that you are to enjoy this, as much as I will, but that's more of a request than a requirement. I hope that this can turn out better than what I imagine it will, and let's see us get a good story out of this!
Sorry for not having my character skeleton up, just having a bit of a problem with writer's block because of finals week. I will do my best to have as soon as I can. A warning, it may not be the best.
@TheWildBunnii Oh shit, bad timing huh? Don't sweat it. If you need time to get this out of the way I can honestly wait, but if you want to make it then do so. I'm sure it'll be fiiiiine.
@LetMeDoStuff Just a question, with the New Zealand Rebels, are they a part of the New Zealand Military that took the M.D.F side, or are they just an organised 'civilian' group that rose up against the W.T.O?
@LetMeDoStuff Just a question, with the New Zealand Rebels, are they a part of the New Zealand Military that took the M.D.F side, or are they just an organised 'civilian' group that rose up against the W.T.O?
They are a bit of both. Some Ex military, but mostly guerrilla soldiers. I'd go with the latter.
Nickname 'Black Beauty'- In most of her units, she has been considered to be more attractive than the other women. Black hair and pretty face, it was not long before it circled around and it struck.
Gender Female
Age 23
Nationality Cuban-Spanish
Affiliation World Treaty Organization
Detachment The Cuban Revolutionary Armed Forces - 84th Infantry Division
Rank Soldado de Primera (Private First Class)
Callsign R-2-G [Romeo - Two - Golf]
Infantry Role Combat medic
Years of Service 4 Years
Personality Some are born leaders, but Raquel isn’t one of them. She was always entirely content to follow the pack. In school reports, teachers suggested that she was perhaps weak-willed, appearing to simply follow orders without question. The trouble was that her gentleness was confused with weakness: in actuality, she was a confident young woman. She followed because she saw no problem with it. Raquel is normally very calm and laid back. She can get pretty much lose herself. As, though she no longer has control of her movements.
Raquel very self-efficient, practically taking care of herself most of her life. She is very proud and doesn’t like being handed things. Raquel is the type of person that likes to earn the things she has. Raquel can be very bitter at times when pressured about her life.
Appearance Her eyes are a fascinating shade of dark turquoise beauty, with naturally black straight hair that falls short to her jaws. Her pale rose-gold complexion, and a beautiful heart-shaped face. Standing at just 5’1, slightly below-average height for a woman and on the petite side in build which she often uses to her advantage.
Raquel is your typical girly-girl, knowledgeable of the latest fashion and trends. However, since she has been listed her style has been cut to the light green WTO’s digital camouflage pattern combat uniform. The light green jacket displays her name, private insignia, and the common shoulder patches, as well as recognition such as the Cuban flag patch.
Background Raquel grew up with her father, in Havana after her mother had passed away when she was four. Too young to really remember more than just vague memories, blurred pieces that felt more like dreams than anything else, Raquel didn’t suffer the same kind of loss her father did. But Andres had quickly become her hero, and she, his. As a young girl she spent many afternoons keeping him company at his diner, where she’d talk to the regulars about the small town gossip and he’d pretend to help her with her homework—and she’d pretend that she needed it for the sake of making him smile.
They hadn’t had a lot of money, and the money that they did have was sitting collecting interest in an account Andres had set up for his daughter after his wife died. Her mother, as a doctor, had been the one who’d made the majority of the household income and her savings had been left to him when she passed away. But Andres made the choice for his daughter to live a quiet, more humble lives. Her childhood and youth, so that she could have more opportunity later. So growing up, Raquel lived modestly, but happily. She learned to value what she had, never to be concerned about materialism, labels or wealth, because these things didn’t mark the measure of a person. Integrity did, honestly did, love did.
Raquel didn’t know about the account she would have claim once she turned nineteen, and her father didn’t tell her about it until a few weeks after she started year twelve. Raquel had dreams of being a dancer and the classes her father had put her in when she was six had stuck with her, becoming the beginning of a passion she’d carry with her through her teenage years. Once colleges became a thing of hesitantly frequent discussion, since Raquel didn’t want her father to feel guilty about the limitations their finances would present, Andres surprised her one night with a nice dinner, a celebratory cake, and the good news.
Raquel attended the Escuelas Nacionales de Arte where she planned to get her BA. She was to become a professional dancer and spent next few years doing ballets all around the Cuba.
However, due to the size of the Cuban population and the country's economic resources, united with the real possibility of having to face military aggression from the only world superpower, have necessitated that solutions be sought that put all existing potential at the service of national defense. And so, Raul Castro President and Military Leader passed the Conscription; all people of 18 and 35 must complete a compulsory service. For men five years, eight months and five years for women. Raquel’s heart broke when she had to place her arts on hold and join thousands of teens to camp.
The military service constitutes as one of the main ways that allowed Cuban citizens of both sexes to fulfill the honorable duty of serving their homeland with weapons. In her weeks of training, Raquel excel in major aspects of her classes. She scored the second highest in Tactical Combat Casualty Care.
Her father had never been more proud of her when she marched with her peers at graduation. He was her number one fan, her biggest supporter as always.
He was also her gravest loss the day war rose.
Cuba was called to action to assist its allies, over thirty thousand troops was deployed and among them Raquel. Cuba's primary mission, of course, is to defend its interests.
Military Involvement City Jobs Patrolling Cuba's capital city; Havana, and Leaders. Executions; firing squad.
Missions Operación: Zorro Operación: Libre Rescuing hostages from Cuba Rebels Operación: Fénix
Nickname 'Black Beauty'- In most of her units, she has been considered to be more attractive than the other women. Black hair and pretty face, it was not long before it circled around and it struck.
Gender Female
Age 23
Nationality Cuban-Spanish
Affiliation World Treaty Organization
Detachment The Cuban Revolutionary Armed Forces - 84th Infantry Division
Rank Soldado de Primera (Private First Class)
Callsign R-2-G [Romeo - Two - Golf]
Infantry Role Combat medic
Years of Service 4 Years
Personality Some are born leaders, but Raquel isn’t one of them. She was always entirely content to follow the pack. In school reports, teachers suggested that she was perhaps weak-willed, appearing to simply follow orders without question. The trouble was that her gentleness was confused with weakness: in actuality, she was a confident young woman. She followed because she saw no problem with it. Raquel is normally very calm and laid back. She can get pretty much lose herself. As, though she no longer has control of her movements.
Raquel very self-efficient, practically taking care of herself most of her life. She is very proud and doesn’t like being handed things. Raquel is the type of person that likes to earn the things she has. Raquel can be very bitter at times when pressured about her life.
Appearance Her eyes are a fascinating shade of dark turquoise beauty, with naturally black straight hair that falls short to her jaws. Her pale rose-gold complexion, and a beautiful heart-shaped face. Standing at just 5’1, slightly below-average height for a woman and on the petite side in build which she often uses to her advantage.
Raquel is your typical girly-girl, knowledgeable of the latest fashion and trends. However, since she has been listed her style has been cut to the light green WTO’s digital camouflage pattern combat uniform. The light green jacket displays her name, private insignia, and the common shoulder patches, as well as recognition such as the Cuban flag patch.
Background Raquel grew up with her father, in Havana after her mother had passed away when she was four. Too young to really remember more than just vague memories, blurred pieces that felt more like dreams than anything else, Raquel didn’t suffer the same kind of loss her father did. But Andres had quickly become her hero, and she, his. As a young girl she spent many afternoons keeping him company at his diner, where she’d talk to the regulars about the small town gossip and he’d pretend to help her with her homework—and she’d pretend that she needed it for the sake of making him smile.
They hadn’t had a lot of money, and the money that they did have was sitting collecting interest in an account Andres had set up for his daughter after his wife died. Her mother, as a doctor, had been the one who’d made the majority of the household income and her savings had been left to him when she passed away. But Andres made the choice for his daughter to live a quiet, more humble lives. Her childhood and youth, so that she could have more opportunity later. So growing up, Raquel lived modestly, but happily. She learned to value what she had, never to be concerned about materialism, labels or wealth, because these things didn’t mark the measure of a person. Integrity did, honestly did, love did.
Raquel didn’t know about the account she would have claim once she turned nineteen, and her father didn’t tell her about it until a few weeks after she started year twelve. Raquel had dreams of being a dancer and the classes her father had put her in when she was six had stuck with her, becoming the beginning of a passion she’d carry with her through her teenage years. Once colleges became a thing of hesitantly frequent discussion, since Raquel didn’t want her father to feel guilty about the limitations their finances would present, Andres surprised her one night with a nice dinner, a celebratory cake, and the good news.
Raquel attended the Escuelas Nacionales de Arte where she planned to get her BA. She was to become a professional dancer and spent next few years doing ballets all around the Cuba.
However, due to the size of the Cuban population and the country's economic resources, united with the real possibility of having to face military aggression from the only world superpower, have necessitated that solutions be sought that put all existing potential at the service of national defense. And so, Raul Castro President and Military Leader passed the Conscription; all people of 18 and 35 must complete a compulsory service. For men five years, eight months and five years for women. Raquel’s heart broke when she had to place her arts on hold and join thousands of teens to camp.
The military service constitutes as one of the main ways that allowed Cuban citizens of both sexes to fulfill the honorable duty of serving their homeland with weapons. In her weeks of training, Raquel excel in major aspects of her classes. She scored the second highest in Tactical Combat Casualty Care.
Her father had never been more proud of her when she marched with her peers at graduation. He was her number one fan, her biggest supporter as always.
He was also her gravest loss the day war rose.
Cuba was called to action to assist its allies, over thirty thousand troops was deployed and among them Raquel. Cuba's primary mission, of course, is to defend its interests.
Military Involvement City Jobs Patrolling Cuba's capital city; Havana, and Leaders. Executions; firing squad.
Missions Operación: Zorro Operación: Libre Rescuing hostages from Cuba Rebels Operación: Fénix
Character Theme
I love that! Brilliant! Slap that in the Character Tab.
Also how do you plan on the movement from the W.T.O/The other way around? Need an injured character to heal?
Not gonna lie...Wasn't the best post, but oh well. It's just to label where the starting point'll be. You can start if you wish to as well, as long as you have the character.
@LetMeDoStuff Sorry I haven't been on, internet's been down the past couple of days, just have to sort out some of the formatting code and should have a character.
Hope this is okay, if not, let me know and I'll try to make the necessary changes. Hope the backstory isn't too short as well.
Pvt. Dale
Alexander Jaxon Dale
Nickname ’Raph’- Short for Raphael, as he’s patched up most if not all of his team members, and has formal medical training, leading to his squad naming him after the angel of healing.
Gender Male
Age 24
Nationality New Zealand-Australian Origins
Affiliation Messla Defence Coalition
Detachment New Zealand Rebels – 28th Infantry Division
Rank Private
Callsign ECA-5 [Echo Charlie Alpha – 5]
Infantry Role Combat Life Saver
Years of Service 3 months
Personality Used to be extremely protective of his friends, and joked a lot, especially when stressed as a sort of defence mechanism. He tried to be optimistic, but failed a lot of the time, especially when he has a front row seat to hell. Is now more sullen, and keeps to himself, trying to protect everyone around him, even if that means putting his own life in danger. He is more often than not extremely cynical about the world, and seems to have lost faith in humanity.
Appearance 6’3”, short black hair, blue eyes. Has a thinner build than most of his age. Wears standard ACU with a Squad Patch, Combat Helmet, Tactical Rig, and uses an M4A1 as a primary weapon, keeps a bag with all his medical supplies inside.
Background Originally from Victoria, Australia, Alex and his entire family, his parents, his two brothers and his sister, moved to New Zealand when he was 8 to escape the politics that were becoming more corrupt each year. Becoming a New Zealand citizen, he served in the military for a year in his late teens. He trained as a rifleman, but also trained as a paramedic outside of the military. He found out that he preferred helping people than killing them, and quit the military soon after. When the start of the disagreements other Messia started, Alex didn’t like the way the New Zealand government was leaning, and when the signs of hostilities started, he joined a rebel group who were on Messia’s side. With his skills as a paramedic, along with some training in the military, he was placed as a combat life saver. The first week or so was relatively quiet for him, then the attacks started getting more common, resulting in him being on the frontlines for a lot of the time, patching up the wounded, and being one of the most well liked team members, because he was the one that kept them alive. During a fire exchange with New Zealand Military, Alex saw his brothers in an opposing squad. He stopped firing, stunned by seeing them, but then one of them, the oldest, fired upon him, grazing his side. He kept trying to believe that his brother hadn’t meant to hit him, that he had tried to just graze him, or didn’t recognize him. He was in denial, as he had seen his brothers eyes on that day. He started showing signs of depression, resulting in him being taken out of his squad for the next week, during which his entire squad was killed. When he finally went into the field again, out of necessity and lack of soldiers rather than being ready, he still blamed himself for their deaths. His new squad got assigned to stopping a third party terror attack, along with the British Army and French Bomb Disposal. He was trying to keep his new squad members alive, and was treating one when the bomb went off.
Military Involvement Assault on Chinese Territory New Zealand Fire Exchange Operation: Whistler
