Alright, I'll lay claim to that, then!

Time for work. See you guys later!

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Zac Ward [+]

"I've got your back!"

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Name
Zacary "Zac" Ward

Gender
Male

Age
18, January 9th 1896EC

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Verviers, Delfzijl, United Kingdom of Edinburgh

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Appearance
Usually with an easy grin on his face, Zac tends to exude a calm, friendly air about him. He normally wears his fatigues with the jacket open, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. He usually has a light stubble on his jaw and always wears a necklace with a pendant shaped like a celtic knot, a gift given to him by his father before he left for war. He speaks with the lilting accent endemic to people from the Delfzijl isle.

Celtic knot pendant [+]

Height
5'8"

Personality
Zacary Ward is the kind of person that always seems happy and rarely lets things get to him. He does what he can to help others and will always be there to back up his friends, whether back to back, by their side, or from behind the scope of his rifle. There are few things he values more in his life than the lives of his friends and family.

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Rank
Private

Role
Marksman

Equipment
Basic Marksman gear (i.e. Scoped SM-Longfield rifle, canteen, etc.)

Potentials
Calm Heart: While normally gregarious and unable to sit still for too long, while in the field, Zac is capable of exhibiting long periods of patience, waiting for the perfect shot.

Child of Nature: Having been born and raised in the woodlands outside of Verviers, Delfzijl, where he hunted with his father and played with his siblings, Zac had practically become part of nature. Not only is he more comfortable out in the wild, but he can also tell when something isn't right by listening to the sounds of nature.

Adaptable: Things rarely go according to plan and Zac understands this. As such, he makes it a point to be able to roll with the punches and think fluidly, letting him overcome challenges and obstacles, no matter what surprises may lay in wait.

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Biography
Zac was born as the second child to Sean, a carpenter and hunter, and Elain Ward, a seamstress. While they weren't outrageously rich, they made enough to afford a comfortable living out in the woods, where it would be easier for Sean to gather the materials he would need for his craft, though not too far from town, making it a simple matter to buy other goods they might have needed.

The Ward children, meanwhile, were as close as could be. Zac and Elain looked up to their older brother, Colin, who in turn adored his younger siblings. The three were inseparable, at least until the three of them had started school. However, even as life progressed and they started playing together less and less, the three Ward children were as close as could be. Then, the war started.

When the war started in 1911, Colin, having just turned 17, convinced his parents to let him enlist when he turned 18, wanting to do his part in protecting his family and country. Soon after, he was sent to the frontline, keeping contact with his parents and siblings through his letters. Until, that is, the letters stopped coming. Several weeks later, they received one more letter, but not from Colin. Inside was a letter informing them that Colin had gone missing after a particularly grueling battle and, having had no word from him, he was presumed dead.

The Wards were devastated...except for Zac. It was a feeling he had that he couldn't shake, but he just knew his brother couldn't be dead. So, like Colin before him, he tried to convince his parents to let him enlist, but was promptly denied, Sean and Elaine unwilling to let another of their children risk their life. However, he didn't give up and was able to get their blessing by the time he had turned 18. One tearful goodbye later, Zac was heading for the front line.

Affiliations
Sean Ward: Father (48)

Elaine Ward: Mother (46)

Aislin Ward: Sister (17)

Colin Ward: Brother (20 - MIA, presumed dead)

Relationships
TBD

So... is there still room in this, or have I missed my shot?

Yo, this looked interesting so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring. Still room?

CS [+]

Luke Godfrey

Gender
Male

Age
18, September 12th 1896EC.

Sexuality
Straight

Race
Edinburgh, Hamberg.

Appearance
Luke has an average build with lightly tanned skin and it's easy to tell that he’s spent lots of his time outside. His short dark brown hair is mostly a mess, obviously not really his biggest concern. His pale blue eyes hold a certain spark in them that always seems to come to life whenever he sets his sights on something. He keeps his face well shaved and clean as he simply prefers it that way. When it comes to his uniform and gear he makes sure to always look as best as he can, keeping it in the best condition he can since he has feeling it won’t always stay this perfect when he gets to the battlefield.

Height

5’10 ft.

Personality

Luke can easily be described as a talkative person who can’t help but throw in his two cents. Without feeling to hold back he will speak his mind in most conversations. Most of the time he'll simply cut to the chase seeing no reason to dance around things. Luke also tries to keep ahold of his sense of humor, thinking that it'll be the last line of defense for his sanity. He'll crack a few jokes here and there while trying to keep the mood light for as long as he can. He can honestly be a bit annoying at times, but he'll always wear a small smirk of confidence. He'll never shy away from work and is a very determined person who will do whatever he can to do his job and help his fellow comrades. Though Luke has seemed a bit to eager to go to war as he has made a few promises to collect a some trophies from his coming battles, like an enemies pistol or knife, something that will prove he’s seen combat. When on duty though he becomes more focused on his job and always gets it done, be it moving ammunition crates to digging latrine holes he simply follows his orders without questions. Though he may disagree with a few things, his training has taught him that arguing with a higher rank can lead to trouble. So he's learned it's better to follow his superiors orders.

Rank

Private

Role

Rifleman

Equipment

Sm-Longfield Rifle and the standard gear of a Rifleman.

Potentials

Decent Marksman: Thanks to those hunting trips he went on with his father Luke has managed to learn the basic elements to handling a loaded rifle. In his training his skills with a rifle only increased and by the time he was ready to deploy he was closer than ever with his weapon.

Basic Medical Training: He’s no doctor, but he’s made sure to learn the basics. From setting a broken leg to treating a bullet wound he is able to at least stabilize an injured person until they are able to get them to safety and give them proper medical attention.

Reckless: Luke has a tendency to act before thinking things through. He’ll follow his instincts through tight situations and sometimes will ignore his own well being when it comes to getting a job done. It’s proven in the past to get him in trouble, but sometimes it would work out in the end. It mostly all comes down to luck really.

Biography

Luke was born into a simple family of farmers within a small and humble town that he can only describe as a little piece of heaven. Within its small tight knit community him, his father, mother and younger sisters lived a rather decent life. His father was a hard working man who always took pride in a day's worth of work in the field and enjoyed it even more when he had his family there to share it with. From his father Luke learned that life will always be filled with struggles and that he will always have to keep going with your head up, no matter how difficult the hardships are. In all honesty his father was Luke's hero, he wanted to be just like his father. A strong, reliable man that always did the right thing and took care of his loved ones.

Unfortunately at a young age his father tragically passed away due to a sickness that swept through his town and left him alone with his grief ridden mother and his year old twin infant sisters. His death had been a crippling blow to the family and it was only in half a year that the land he had worked so hard to give life to seemed to fade away with him. His death was hard on the family, but it was obvious that Luke’s mother had taken the worst of it.

She continued to spiral into a state of depression until she began to completely forget about her children. Luke believes she even began to lose her mind as he had overheard her talking to herself, or as if she was talking to his father's spirit. Finally after a full a year passed Luke’s mother had committed suicide after sending Luke and his sisters to another family that accepted to look after them. With bitter memories he remembers how she didn’t even have the decency to see him and his sisters off the day they left. He both pitied and hated his mother for leaving them alone like that.

With the past few years being a living nightmare he went onto live with the family that had taken him and his sisters in. They owned a small supply shop in town and he quickly found himself helping around. Both the owners, Peter and Carmen were very accepting of Luke and his sisters, but they knew it was going to be much more of a issue to have them around since they already had a few mouth’s to feed. Luke, feeling grateful for their hospitality, began to take up whatever jobs he could to help around. It was hard work, but like his father he felt pride in it.

As Luke moved into a more cramped household he quickly made friends with his adoptive parents kids who were both around his age, Jack and Sarah. Jack, who was the same age as Luke, always got into trouble and would always try to drag him into whatever new scheme he had planned for the day. Sarah, a year younger than him and her brother, would always reluctantly come to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid.

For the first time in awhile Luke felt actual happiness, but he couldn’t ignore the painful memories that lingered over his head and he knew he would never get over it unless he did something about it. Not only did he want to find a solution to his problems, but he wanted to make something of himself. To be seen as more than a simple farmer. So as the most recent news from the war reached his town it sparked a conversation with him and Jack. After Luke revealed his goal of doing something greater than staying in this town Jack had agreed and soon suggested enlisting into the military.

No one took the news of their plans to enlist well, especially Sarah who wanted to change both of their minds. After a night long argument both Luke’s and Jack’s plans were set in stone. A few days later both him and Jack set out to enlist. Both became the standard Rifleman, but they were assigned to different units. Knowing they wouldn’t be able to watch each others backs the two made a promise that they would live through this war and come back home to tell each other their stories. With a final goodbye the two departed and began their own paths through war. With the goal of finding himself through this journey of war and to make his mark on the world, Luke marches off to war with an eager grin.

Affiliations

Adoptive father Peter Williams.

Adoptive mother, Carmen Williams.

Best friends, Jack and Sarah Williams.

Younger twin sisters, Malena and Lily, that just turned seven.

Relationships

Is yet to meet anyone.

Character Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PI0nqE5j6w

Anneli Kivelä [+]

Anneli Kivelä

Gender

Female

Age

17
[September 28th, 1896]

Sexuality

Objectively Undecided. Notable admiration for police, shovels, and underground martial arts tournaments.

Race

Federal Dovenjel

Appearance

A light skinned woman standing at a fair 5’ 7”. Usually well kept with tendencies to wear uniforms, collar shirts, shorts, pants, and generally socially acceptable formal variety with more masculine casual attire. Despite this, she’s well kept and well toned. Usually seen in higher spirits, she’s a smiling woman that can have quite a monstrous snarl when approached with “anarchic degenerates.”

Height

5' 7"

Personality

While “friendly” does match the tone of her character and in essence captures the basics of what she sets out to be, one could argue her more abrasive ended personality can be quite a stick in the mud depending on her mood. Although capable of being a very nice, charming, romantic, and very caring individual she is just as easily capable of breaking your back in half over calling her cookies overrated third world trash.

Being especially “feminine” is not a concern. Lady like gestures of other cultures were lost on the daughter of a police officer who brutally cracked down on criminals and enjoyed tossing his daughter around on the Casual Judo Friday that would occur. She went from being the third youngest in a family of 8 children who would be thrown around quite easily to becoming capable of grappling and tossing everyone in her family including her father at the age of 15. She was always a fan of sports and while not always a player on the field she made for a rather loud and abrasive fan who would sometimes get a little too hot. Proud and loyal, she never gave up on her teams even when one of them went 0-12 on a bad year.

Being more of a “boy’s girl” she was often subjected to being treated more as a male in terms of societal norms and due to being the daughter of a hardass police officer she was often seen as a “good girl” who would subject others to understanding order if it wasn’t established in some capacity when she was younger. As she began developing sexual feelings she became curious and experimented with both boys and girls in an attempt to sate her cravings. However, it often ended in failure due to her authoritarian nature which demanded her partners to be more than they were capable of. This rejection, even in realizing later that it was her own fault, led to her uncertainty as her feelings for both remained. It seemed, however, that it wasn’t the only thing that seemed to click as when a very loud and obnoxious neighbor made fun of her for getting rather dirty while digging holes she approached the unsuspecting man and knocked him out with one swift blow to the head with her shovel. Although, she had to later apologize for committing assault and sending the poor fool to the hospital, she couldn’t help but remember how sweet the sound of her shovel slamming against skull was. The lingering feeling only made her doubt herself further.

Rank

Private

Role

Rifleman

Equipment

Standard Issue with a very durable shovel.

Potentials
[Professional Sadist] Having discovered a love for inflicting pain onto others, she’s quite eased into hurting her enemy. Although she does not like actually killing people, she derives joy from hurting or controlling others in ways but is known to draw the line depending on the comforts of the ally.

[Law and Order] She believes in following law, although not entirely by the book. Orders should be listened to as a general guideline on how to accomplish an objective but above all there must be a sense of unity to preserve the state out of duty, of which her father drilled into her as a young one.

[Winter’s Delight] A lover of the snow, she moves, sees, tracks, and fights far better in the cold and especially the snow. The sight of snow alone warms her heart.

[Overwatch] When tasked with methodically standing guard over a location she finds she’s quite adept at picking up clues that would otherwise go unnoticed. While it is a skill she picked up from her father, it also enables her to have a more preemptive reaction to circumstance.

Biography

Early Life

Growing up as the daughter of a police officer meant many things for one such as herself but one thing was very clear even as she grew to be a teenager. Authority is necessary. She believed so with her father who she admired so much for his bravery, admirable tone, calm demeanor, and radiating aura of discipline. She was an experimental child in an attempt to further strengthen the ideals of his law loving ways and instilled a very tough young woman into the world who had gone from crying after stepping into a puddle without her shoes on to throwing bullies into corners and not letting them get up until an adult stopped her. Even though she was trained to be tough she never lost her sense of joy and child like wonder. In fact, she only came to appreciate life more knowing that life would not be this easy and gentle procedure that she had first thought it to be in the lovely snow fields. She was one who began to adopt more masculine ideas after spending much time with her father and came to want to dress and act like him as her fondness for her parental figure grew with time. Despite having these occasional breaches in civility, she was an honor bound student with excellent grades, disciplined behavior, and a lovely smile that spoke in contrast to the bullies who found themselves unfortunate enough to see otherwise.

Adolescence

Although she was quite the model student problems at home would seep into her personality. Her father, enduring some personal trauma and feeling as though he had failed in being able to shape his failure of an elder son and the following daughter led to him becoming a bit less patient with his project daughter. Although he loved her very much, his doubts and anger led him to speak more harshly with her and drive her to questioning what she did wrong as the standards of her behavior were raised in order to earn her father’s approval. As time went on she found her child like joy diminishing and the stricter nature developing. She sought after partners with her father stressing more than ever about his job and struggling to make ends meet with unfortunate changes in circumstances for the time. She naturally attempted to help raise money but often thought of how she had failed him before. As such she was often hard pushing and dedicated with stamina and strength unusual for one of her age but also sad and angry when she thought too much about her father’s agony. Her frustrations seeped into her relationships, becoming too tightfisted thinking about how her father expected better of her and especially did so when he learned she had begun dating to begin with, which, she thought would be received better. Although she continued to date behind his back, she couldn’t help but doubt if she should even be dating at all and would sometimes consider if she was committing a crime by being in love. Was it simply another obstacle in life? Was she just confused? Perhaps, in her head, it was a mixture of both and perhaps another. With time passing and the situation seeming to get worse, she experienced failure and rejection from not just her father but also her relationships which she began to stray from. It wasn’t until the tailend that she remembered the values of her childhood and began to smile at her father regardless. She would tell him how much she loved him and worked hard even after being told she was a failure, loudly proclaiming how she wanted to make him proud. It was at this time that a crisis gripped father accepted her with tears and her child like joy and desire for new things came about again.

Prior to War

A functional adult. That’s the compliment she received even if she was sometimes sensitive to certain phrases. Developed, curious, forward, and a respecting personality who cared for those around her. A teary eyed father wishing her to pursue a career in the police force instead understood her desire to keep her family safe and painfully allowed her to serve alongside her siblings.

Affiliations
TBC

Bradley Miller [+]

Bradley Miller

Gender

Male

Age

19
[January 20th, 1895]

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Nationality

Vinlander

Appearance

Sporting a muscular build and a single scar upon his bare chest but an inch from his heart, Bradley stands to be a growing man with bright hair, eyes, and skin.

Height

5’ 10”

Personality

A man of action. Bold. Handsome. A working man of pride and passion. If you were Bradley’s friend you were under the wing of a man who had fought tooth and nail for his trophies and medals and remained cool under pressure.

Even if not the most brilliant in his group of boys the strong leader was always quite the leader who accepted that there were others who knew more than him about specialized categories. All he need concern himself with was keeping people in line and the group happy. Tell them where to go and surely they follow.

Despite being quite the man of valor and unforgiving patriotism he has proven to have some fatal flaws in the different land he found himself in. For in his sect of the United States of Vinland culture was surely different. Men were expected to take up the role of patriarch without question. Fight for your worth. Provide for the entire family yourself, be the man your neighbor wishes he could be. That was the way he had been told and it was the same way he became the leader of The Bloodwater Gang. Even if a group of sharks and freelancers for property damage and roughing up of targets they were always sure to be gentlemen to those who fell in line… Except for the Darscen…

Rank

Private

Role

Shocktrooper

Equipment

[Standard Equipment based on class.]

Potentials
[Ideological Crusader] Democracy or death. Liberty or death. Give the man the promise of Vinlander ideals and an enemy who doesn’t believe in those virtues and you’ve a man with endless motivation.

[Eye Of The Hurricane] Consumed by his ideas and upbringing he has no fear of death. When faced with everything stacked against him he finds the ability to maintain his thoughts and make a plan even under the pressure of high explosives.

[Darcsen Hater] Due to his past with Darscen he fights especially hard against Darscen and proves to be, even if cruel, much more focused when fighting those “damned black heads.” Although it can get him in trouble.

[To The Last Breath] Resilient by spirit, Bradley has a knack of staying alive and kicking longer than average by sheer will. Although he is not made invincible he is capable of taking further action as though he has suffered no wounds for some time after even if the pain is felt through it all.

Biography

Early Life

As a child he had much love to give and much strength to build up to. He was a boy loved deeply by his mother with a father that punished him for misbehaving. Punishments so severe that his mother pleaded with his father to spare the boy further blood loss from a blood soaked backhand slap. It was hard, yes, but through hard labor and routine he proved to be quite durable even as a child. Whether it was falling off the railing and cutting his arm or getting into scraps with bullies to help his friends, or enduring the iron fist his father held. There was simply to work, study, and support the family.

Adolescence

Although his father was a hard and seemingly heartless man, an act of kindness would slip by on occasion. The lifestyle they lived spoke of what trauma Bradley's father endured. Perhaps he didn't want Bradley to fall into the same pitfalls as he. Perhaps the life they lived would have been better served if Howard had not endured such torture in the world. However, it simply wasn't the reality. Perhaps if his life was different, he wouldn't have invited that Darscen into his home.

A poor fellow was Dennis. He was a Darscen, no doubt. A strong man. He was poor and in need of a meal. In the dying light he would be of no use to anyone. The rain and flood enough to kill him if thrown out. It was by Bradley and Howard's brief glance and offer to keep the boy of 16 years into their home. It was by their admission that they saved a life. It was by their admission that they sacrificed another.

Bradley knew Dennis with time. He came to know him as brother and called him so. He welcomed him to events and reassured him that things would be fine as he tried to push Dennis to follow him to every event he so dearly loved. Playing sports, volunteering, boxing for practice, and even overtime at a job he was respected at.

However, even as he reached out to the man he had always insisted to stay home with the exception to leave for work. It was odd for someone like Bradley. It was odd to simply rot at home. It was odd to simply speak with his mother all the time, but he had no inquiry beyond his well being.

Such lack of curiosity... Such trust in a man who was a victim of the life such as he...

In a dark cold night when Bradley had returned home late from watching one too many films. A happy man returned. A shocked one entered the door.

Laying on the ground his father with a blast through the head and his mother with a knife against her throat, torn fabric, tears in eyes, and a cry to Bradley as, in the struggle, Dennis slipped and sliced her open. Shock turned to grief. Grief turned to hellfire. In a short lived brawl the black hair and a bullet wound through the stomach Bradley lived. Only barely. A trauma ridden Bradley with no family left had much on his mind.

When he cracked Dennis' skull open all he could think about was how this man they sheltered carried in his pockets the deed to the house, a stock of money, and his mother's necklace. His father didn't see this betrayal coming. Neither did his mother. Neither did Bradley.

The Bloodwater Gang

During recovery Bradley spent much time in the hospital listening to radio and watching the streets. On the radio cases of Darcsen breaking and entering, homicide, rape, possession of illegals. Every last case of crime accredited to Darcsen fighting against the system.

When Bradley left the hospital he attended therapy, regaining, rebuilding, listening to the radio spout more and more of the Darcsen and their problem against the people he knew as pure. With every pump of the iron and every punch of the sandbag he felt himself to be more and more capable.

However, as he approached his peak health, he had to wonder if he wanted to commit to his ideas. He had sold the house, that place unfit to live in anymore with the memories so strong. He spent weeks after gathering friends, angry civies, and downtrodden men and women looking for something to eat, even Darcsen ashamed to wear their natural colors to join their cause.

Then, one night in a bar where many of these Darcsen guilty of breaking the law had rested away with Darcsen who had nothing to do with it, in came the angry mob by force in the middle of a speech about socialism. In a matter of moments a loud confrontation quickly shed blood and armed Darcsen were cut down before they could retaliate. A social shift occurred as the radicals of both ends created chaos in a small town.

With the police involved many arrests occurred, although the Bloodwater Gang slipped away.

With a base of operations established they would continue to hunt Darcsen for their crimes, guilty or not, and would help those who were not Darcsen religiously.

That is, at least, all one would be willing to tell you if you asked a resident within the county.