[OOC] ~ Valkyria Chronicles: Squad 11 ~

[Jeep Wrangler]

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The year is 1935, and Gallia has been once again invaded at the breakout of the Second Europan War between the Atlantic Federation and the Autocratic East Europan Imperial Alliance due to its richness in the Ragnite ore. In response to the sudden invasion, universal conscription across Gallia has reformed, once again, the Gallian Militia to fight alongside the regular military in the hopes of driving back and repelling the invaders like in the previous Europan War. Whilst not as skilled or equipped as the regulars of Gallia's Armed Forces, they make up for their bond in partnership and driven goals to see them return to their peaceful lives as they once lived. Being considered the more expendable of the two main terrestrial branches of the Armed Forces, the Gallian Militia housed a large amount of operations under their belt, whether they were successful or not was down to who was sent on these seemingly suicidal missions.

Whilst the main Military rack up the larger and more professional operations, the Militia needs to be built up through said universal conscription. This is where hundreds upon hundreds of men, women, boys and girls of various ages are sent to the frontlines with the intention of supporting their nation. Made to fight patrols, partake in smaller operations and occasionally find themselves in the largest of battles, the Militia will find themselves on a very unbalanced set of instructions throughout the war. Some storm beaches, others fight in towns. Some are even expected to assist the Gallian Navy in the defence of the Western Coast. But one group of individuals will find themselves in an odd situation of their own.

Enter Squad 11, a rag-tag team from one of many in the 4th Platoon, 2nd Regiment of the Gallian Militia. This regiment, whilst full of different individuals, remains as one of the more scrambled of assembled squads within the regiment. They stand with decent numbers of armed personnel within its ranks, amongst the ability to gain access to smaller vehicles outside of the standard Gallian Tank, such as the Gallian Armoured Personnel Carriers or Light Attack Vehicles. The focus for this squad is to head further East, where an expanding number of Imperial Forces are making headway within. Dense forests, riverside villages and urbanised towns stand between both Squad 11 and the approaching Imperial Army. They hope to push back the invading force, or at least hold them off long enough for gains in the north to be made. Without too much support from the Gallian Military themselves, the sequences of Operations being ignited too and from their headquarters up to the Frontline of the East will start to become more than just a dangerous war.

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Welcome to the 2nd Regiment, 4th Platoon, where Squad 11 is going to be taken up throughout the journey of Gallia's victory (Or defeat) against the Eastern Empire. Here, we will be focusing the aggressive and seemingly constant battles of the eastern sector of Gallia, where forests, mountainous territory and large rivers await amongst cities, towns and other small settlements throughout the town. The fighting of this conflict will also feature a good amount of down-time and off-duty experiences where the in-depth character building can expand further and further until either hatred or strong friendship (Or further) becomes apparent. Here, we can shortly talk about the expanding ideas of conflict and out-of-conflict events that will appear in the roleplay.

Firstly, we have the combat. Conflict within the world of the Gallian Militia isn't similar to that of the regular military. They find themselves on an unbalanced and varied set of missions and operations. Usually being considered cannon-fodder by the high-ranking officers of the Regulars, usually they are sent into dangerous environments to seek-out and expand the knowledge of the enemy's positions through reconnaissance and scouting missions; however, the Militia aren't going to be strangers to being thrown into a deep-ended conflict with little information to back them up. Whilst their commanding officers themselves are caring enough to provide as much treatment and safety precautions as possible, the regular Military cannot supply such useful information to people that seem too clumsy and undisciplined to even act well. As for how we are going to approach conflicts, myself and @Jinxer will be drawing simply plans for areas of operations. Whilst this won't feature a full strategy system that looks for constant attention, the map will be there to simply allow you to detail your posts and create less confusion throughout the course of battles. Both of us will also host the opportunities for people to suggest and apply their own battle scenarios if they pass our selection process. Most major events will be created by both GMs respectively. Some Operations will limit what vehicles can be brought, equipment and types of engagement procedures.

Secondly, we have the off-duty scenarios which will be common throughout the story. Yes, this is a roleplay about the conflicts of the Second Europan War through the eyes of the Gallian Militia, but there are the abilities to improve relations and portray their real lives as they are. Through the use of the headquarters, as well as occasional visits to the capital city, Randgriz, and other unoccupied settlements, there needs to be an aim of relations between characters. Some characters are going to hate one another for many reasons, such as the common factor of whether someone is a Darcsen. Some characters are going to form friend or sibling-like relationships for their time off and on duty in working with and hardly against one another. However, there will also be the opportunities for going further down the hatred or like pathways, such as rivalries or romance. A selection of small events like training, festivals, engineering phases etc., will make it into the off-duty category as a way of boosting how characters deal with their bodies when not fighting. This could also be a way of boosting their reactions to morbid war scenarios that they had recently encountered.

Now, for the characters specifically, there are multiple aspects of their individuality. That would obviously go through their gender, race (Darcsen or Gallian descent), age and class. The class system will be the same as the one seen in Valkyria Chronicles, the first one, with changes to how they work and how they can progress. This will also come with a sense of character progression. This progression will include adding small armour plating (If the character needs it) found on the bodies of the fallen, customisation to weaponry to improve handling or preference and improving the vehicles at our disposal. The classes in their entirety are to be listed as:

Classes of the Militia

The classes of the Militia are split apart in order to create successful squads that can each be assigned to a role that suits their style of combat. The separation creates an organised and reinforced density within their ranks and allows them to proceed throughout the war with order and commitment. Note - Alongside all equipment, standard blades of the Gallian Military are also available for everyone.

The Scout

The Scout is the backbone of the entire Gallian Army and Militia. They act as the main and most common role throughout all branches due to the ability to mass produce self-loading semi-automatic rifles from the war factories deeper in Gallian territory. The Scout, as the name suggests, acts as a mid-to-long range fighter, though usually listing as an all-rounder, that utilises speed and agility to report ahead of their team, as well as support their squad in all combat situations. Scouts are known for their rifle variants, which expand into different variations of damage, range and clip-size to expand the ability each independent scout has to offer. They are also armed with a Gallian Standard-issue handgun, a single or a few grenade and scouting equipment like binoculars and maps. Scouts also have the eventual options to expand their own personal accessories, including bayonets, mid-range scopes for marksmen in development, adjusted stocks to suit each squad-member's shape, moulded wooden frames to act as grips and stabilisers, as well as other small gadgets. Scouts can eventually develop into Marksmen or Veteran Reconnaissance personnel.

The Shocktrooper

The Shocktrooper is a specialised sub-machine gunner that utilises shock-and-awe tactics to lead the squads ahead in frontal assaults. They are the main frontline handlers for suppressive fire, rushing strategies and charges along the Gallian Frontier. Using, at least at first, the standard Mags-M1 SMGs, which will later be expanded into a series of automatic weapons such as future Assault Rifles. Their use of infantry explosives, grenades especially, and the ability to pin down the enemy with a range of fast-firing techniques, the shocktrooper becomes an essential part to both offensive and defensive struggles throughout Gallia's conflict. They too come with the standardised Gallian Handgun, as well as several grenades. They can later be accessorised with types of stocks, bipods, magazine sizes and fire-rates, which are tampered by the engineers of the Squad too. A Shocktrooper can also progress towards being, through the latter development of flamethrower technology, an Inferno-specialist or a Suppression-Trooper.

The Lancer

The Lancer is where vehicles become vulnerable. Wielding a heavy Anti-tank Lance, they target the very strongest of forces alongside fellow tanks of their Squad in order to punch through the defences or assaulting machines heading their way. They are great at taking out structural materials as well, and serve as a general demolitions expert in most situations. They are likely going to be slow, due to the armour they wear (Though not all of the Lancers are muscular in appearance). As for their personal defence, they are able to hold the Gallian Standard-issue Handgun, as well as a revolver for an optional take, whilst they don't carry any small, handheld grenades. They can be progressed to, eventually, as Light Lancers or Demolitions Lancers.

The Engineer

The Engineer is the supporting role throughout the frontlines and combat experiences. Whilst being responsible for on-field repairs for cover, vehicles and damage to mechanical contraptions, the Engineer does not restrict themselves to just handling objects. They are also the key suppliers of ammunition throughout the squad, holding extra magazines, grenades, a few lancer-rockets etc. Alongside this, the Engineer also is responsible for acting as a combat medic, delivering large amounts of medicinal-ragnite and first-aid equipment to ensure injured comrades have a chance to reduce the possibility of death before being returned behind lines to meet up with a medic. Some engineers are responsible for tinkering with the weapons of other soldiers, though this takes time and cannot happen quickly. The Engineer will use the same weaponry as the Scout, using the Gallian Semi-Automatic rifle collection and handgun, whilst not using grenades themselves unless it is necessary for their survival. They are also equipped with, as stated, ragnite in medical forms and spare parts for on-field maintenance that the vehicular crew cannot change themselves. An Engineer can progress to specialise as a First Combat Medic or a Second Vehicular Crewman.

The Sniper

The Sniper is the long-ranged specialist throughout the Gallian Militia that serves to eliminate targets from afar. Self-trained, depending on the individual, in the arts of stealth, concealment, patience and accuracy, they can eliminate most targets from afar with ease. However, these qualities are not found in all snipers, as some either never learnt them or work differently under fire/stressful situations. The Sniper utilises the variety of Gallian Marksmen Rifles, which vary in stopping power, range, handling speed etc. They too come with a standardised Gallian Handguns.A sniper can develop and eventually progress into either the Anti-material Marksman or the Extensive-Range Specialist, who masters out-of-battle sniping to assist those within the battle itself.

The Armoured Crewman

A limited position within the Militia, especially Squad 11, the Armoured Crewman acts as the crew for both the vehicular combat efficiency the Squad can output during battles. They are also the key staff for maintaining the vehicles themselves to ensure they are always in a good condition, as well as upgrading them as the war goes onward. They have a variety of fast assault vehicles, like the Gallian IFV, troop transporters, like the Gallian APC, and finally the hard-hitting specialisations of the Gallian Tank. Personally, they cannot always be used to a vehicle in all combat situations. That means that they will sometimes have to rely on choosing whether they join an operation, even if they cannot have access to their specialisation. This, respectively, then allows them to utilise their special Gallian Carbine, which is either a shortened version of a Scout-Rifle or a lengthened pistol/revolver outfitted with stocks and extended ammunition chambers. Finally, an armoured crewman can be progressed into becoming either a Tank Destroyer Specialist or a Technical Armoured Weapons Developer.

With this in mind, as said before, the Armoured Crewman position is limited in its majority. As far as I am concerned, two places have been taken up for the "Tanker" class, which can be extended by another place if we get a large amount of support in the RP. However, if you wish to take this position and there is no clear indication whether they have been taken from people within the Interest Check, then please mention me below requesting it, in case people have dropped out, before making a CS. Speaking of the Character Sheets.

Character Sheet

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An image of the character could go here. If no image is provided, please see the appearance section for more details on what to do.

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Name
Should be simple enough

Gender
Ditto

Age
Years and Date of Birth. The characters must be between 16-30 for this RP, though side-characters and secondary characters may be allowed outside these boundaries if requested.

Race
Either select of Darcsen or Gallian descent. Name a town of descent, own-created towns are available.

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Appearance
Description of how they look, physically as well as in their uniform. There are differentiations in the Militia's clothing when it comes to both their role and personality, meaning that some are easily identifiable based upon their additional adjustments to their uniform. Mention these as well.

Height
Easy enough. Feet and inches, preferably.

Personality
What kind of person are they usually, both on duty and off duty?

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Rank
Their rank within the Militia and Squad-11. A list of the ranks can be found here. There is one position for a Corporal and one position for a Lance Corporal open if requested by myself. The rest must be either privates or private first-classes. Unless Jinxer doesn't want an NCO Rank, another corporal position may open up.

Role
What is their role within Squad-11? If your character does get a role progression, then list it here later on in the RP.

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Biography
The account who they were before the war, their life growing up and how they became to be who they are now. Involve their eventual inclusion into the Militia, as well as if there'd been any past conflicts (such as the Town-Watch in the very earliest days of the war).

Affiliations
Who are they families, major friends or life-impacting individuals with prior to the war's beginning?

Relationships
This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This will be updated as major changes in their involvement and view of one another is expanded. Most changes will be listed from experiences out of combat, but some can occur from within their combat positioning out in the field.

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished.

Whilst the rules of the Roleplay aren't too strict, there's a mix of both the site rules and a few of my own. As you'd expect, the standard site rules apply, and posting applications for Character Sheets must be put into the OOC. Please mention myself or Jinxer for confirmation of it. Same goes for battle applications, which will need to be PMed to me. Large battles and other smaller engagements that don't feature as major events will need to be consolidated by myself. However, do not over-do the amount of events you create.

The general pace of this Roleplay shouldn't be too demanding. I won't ask specific people to post unless it is hindering someone else's progression for a long time. Having not a lot of time free in the week myself to make a full post, I too will not be too demanding of the post rate. As long as it is stable and working, it should be fine for the long-run. At the end of this, I wish to thank those who partake in it, and hope an enjoyable experience can be delivered from me.

[Carlyle]

Here and ready to party.

[DeadDrop]

Will post later this week ;-; (tues???)

[Jeep Wrangler]

Will post later this week ;-; (tues???)

@DeadDrop

As in the CS? That's fine. We can wait.

[Conscripts]

I'm here. Now that I have gotten a pretty solid grip on the story, I am thinking of making a tank commander (not tank general). But before that, I wanna ask a few questions. About the races, I am thinking of a half Gallian half Imperial man. His mother was from an Imperial town, but moved to Gallia and married a Gallian man before the war even began, and both were killed during the early days of the war. This is because I wanna make him a little enigmatic, bearing Imperial blood but hated it and were forced to fight against his own countrymen. He'll probably be distrusted as well. (His background is inspired by Wardaddy from Fury)

Secondly, about the crew. We currently have two tankers, but do they man separate vehicles? With separate crew (Probably NPCs)? And how many crew members are there in a tank. I know that the Edelweiss is manned by two guys (how tf is that operable), a gunner/commander and a driver, but Idk for a normal Gallian tank.

And finally, is commanding his own tank require certain ranks (like can a private first class command a tank?). I was a little concerned about exceeding the rankings and stuff.

[Jeep Wrangler]

I'm here. Now that I have gotten a pretty solid grip on the story, I am thinking of making a tank commander (not tank general). But before that, I wanna ask a few questions. About the races, I am thinking of a half Gallian half Imperial man. His mother was from an Imperial town, but moved to Gallia and married a Gallian man before the war even began, and both were killed during the early days of the war. This is because I wanna make him a little enigmatic, bearing Imperial blood but hated it and were forced to fight against his own countrymen. He'll probably be distrusted as well. (His background is inspired by Wardaddy from Fury)

Secondly, about the crew. We currently have two tankers, but do they man separate vehicles? With separate crew (Probably NPCs)? And how many crew members are there in a tank. I know that the Edelweiss is manned by two guys (how tf is that operable), a gunner/commander and a driver, but Idk for a normal Gallian tank.

And finally, is commanding his own tank require certain ranks (like can a private first class command a tank?). I was a little concerned about exceeding the rankings and stuff.

@Conscripts

This is all good batch of questions. Firstly, yes. Go half and half if you wish. I like the creativity yet realistic behaviour there.

Secondly, most of the time the vehicles will be commanded separately or one at a time, but you will have to work together occasionally! The militia can't afford to send multiple vehicles out every time. Yes, NPC crews will be so very helpful. I'd say a four man crew for the Gallian Tank max. Your call.

For the ranks, I'd say take the Corporal position. Our Lieutenant is going to be an NPC controlled by me and Jinxer, so that hierarchy is taken. In taking the rank of Corporal, it'll make things very easy to deal with, much like how Isara was a Corporal.

[Jinxer]

Reporting in.

I'll work on my CS after I slay this hangover with an overabundance of tea.

[Jeep Wrangler]

I will be getting my CS, hopefully, up by tomorrow. Today's been too busy to get it done tonight. I've got to get to sleep hopefully soon, which I doubt I'll be able to. I'll be lurking around here if anyone has any questions

[Jeep Wrangler]

Gonna be delayed by a day for my CS. Rehabilitation is starting tomorrow morning so I've got no time to stay awake. Expect activity to dwindle slightly for the next two weeks (not too much though)

[caliban22]

WIP just to get this out here.

James

Name
James Adam Hollens

(With green eyes and brown hair)

Gender
Male

Age
18 November 5th 1917

Race
Gallian born in the small fishing and lumber town of R'lyeh

Appearance
Since James grew up in a fishing and lumber town, he is considerably more muscular then your average city dweller. Thanks to his height James is hard to miss in a crowd. Many people tell him he has a very intimidating face.
James received a new pristine uniforms and attached extra armor plates to protect himself.
Height
6'2

Personality
Even though James is young he shows a remarkable degree of maturity. Always willing to listen to the problems of others and help out in whatever way possible. He is kind and understanding and can be someone's best friend. But don't take his kindness for weakness, if necessary James will fight for his friends and do whatever he has to for their protection. Due to his adopted sisters he has no prejudice towards the Darcsen people.

Rank
Private

Role
Shocktrooper

Biography
James lived an average childhood in his small fishing town. James was a good student and well liked around the town. Everyday after school James would play with his best friends Hunter and Erica. The three had attended the same school and sat next to each other. Everyday the three would play and then help their fathers on the docks. Life for James was boring and repetitive. The only interesting thing about James's life was his trip to the capital. When James was 13 his parents took him and his siblings to visit a graveyard to see his namesake. Uncle James had been a Patriot who was killed in the weaning days of the last war. Uncle James wasn't a brave man, nor was he the smartest or the toughest. But like so many others when his country asked his to serve, he was one of the first to enlist. The trip has since turned into a blurry mess of nothingness, with all that remains being the singular statement from his father "See that James? There lies my brother... You know when he was younger he was a loser, he was sensitive and was scared of his own shadow...yet when it counted he was there dragging me back to cover...all the while he was getting shot at."
James had died after saving his brothers life. He was awarded the gallian medal of honor for saving a number of wounded soldiers.
It was thanks in part to his uncle that in high school James and his two best friends joined his town watch. Even though his job was rarely ever more then helping an old lady with her groceries, he took pride in the small difference he made in his community. When war broke out James and his friends enlisted in the militia, exchanging their old tan uniforms for pristine blue ones.
Affiliations
Father: Major Jonathan Hollens age 38(Retired Shocktrooper)
Mother: sergeant Alexandra Hollens age 37(Retired sniper)
Brother: corporal Walter Hollens age 20 Shock trooper active duty
Adopted sisters: Elisa and Jessica age 15 (of Darcsen decent)
Sister in law: Sarah Hollens age 20 expecting mother
Best friends: Hunter& Erica Willows ages 18&17 (respectively) scouts with other squads
Former Town watch commander: Jeremiah " Captain" Winslow active duty town watch
Uncle: James Francis Hollens 17 (killed during the last war)
Relationships

Character Theme
youtu.be/3yafcuhXAi8

[Carlyle]

Posting my WIP.

Annelien

_{A N N E L I E N D U E S T E R H A U S / / S I X T E E N}

_{Character Theme: Hamaguchi Shirou - Himeta Omoi ni Furemashita!}

_{"It's been so long, I don't remember what okay feels like." - Kayla Krantz}

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Race: Gallian

Place of Birth: Tschellberg, Gallia

Date of Birth: August 7th, 1919

Rank: Private

Role: Sniper

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 45 kg

Hair Color: Eerie black

Eye Color: Avocado green

Complexion: Bruised

Body Composition: Slim

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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A meek girl by any standard, Annelien is someone who struggles with authority. Her past has made Annelien rather submissive, and as a result she has difficulties being a free thinker. While some superiors would appreciate a soldier that followed orders without deviation, to her comrades Annelien appears as a walking empty husk devoid of the ability to think for herself. Additionally, her past has converted Annelien into a recluse in comparison to the other members of Squad 11. Trained by experience, Annelien tries to keep herself out of everyone's way, often avoiding eye contact at the same time.

Still, despite the traumatic events she had suffered, it is still possible to see Annelien smile, provided the occasion and place. Places such as flowering meadows, or a gentle coastline often calm Annelien, reminding her of the world's beauty--that not everything is painful as it seems. Moreover, Annelien keeps a small worn out teddy bear within her squad kit. While few know of the stuffed animal's existence, it is something Annelien is willing to lay down her life to protect. Acting as a spiritual reminder for Annelien, she often finds herself gazing at the bear with hazy eyes full of memories long past.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Annelien Duesterhaus had been born an only child spawned after the aftermath of the first Europan war. At first, life was kind to Annelien, given a loving childhood from her parents. Her parents did everything they could to give Annelien a happy lifestyle, and it showed from the treatment they gave their daughter. Yet, as Annelien grew to be five years old, tragedy struck. A tainted shipment had arrived within Tschellberg, and Annelien's mother had been afflicted with illness that would claim her life. Seeing his wife die had changed her father, who had taken to alcoholism, and later during his drunken stupors, abusing Annelien--the daughter he had cherished.

Locked in a struggle she didn't quite understand, Annelien was used as a punching bag on multiple occasions, sometimes over simple mistakes. It was as if it was an answer impossible to fathom; Annelien had loved her mother all the same, so why was her father abusing her as if he despised seeing his own daughter? Living a life of uncertainty with nowhere to go, Annelien allowed herself to be subject to her father's torment, earning a number of injuries along the way--telltale signs of the abuse she was put through. Eventually, after years of pain, Annelien was finally given a chance to escape her troubles and her father.

The year was 1935, and the Imperials were eager to seize the rich stores of ragnite in Gallia for their conquests against the Atlantic Alliance. Sweeping in from the north, the Imperials set their eyes on the city of Tschellberg due to its proximity to the sea. Gathering what she could, Annelien disappeared in the night while everyone else was distracted by the impending siege. Still, after leaving the only home she knew, where was Annelien supposed to go? Like many Gallians at wartime, there was only one path left for them to take--the conscripted and nearly completely civilian Militia.

Marching down the long and arduous road to Randgriz, Annelien traveled to the capital city, sometimes with an empty stomach. Soon arriving in Randgriz, it was even a struggle for Annelien to find a place within the Militia. Some of the recruiters argued that they shouldn't accept Annelien based on the injuries she had already suffered, but it was eventually decided the need for manpower was greater, especially after they took notice of her quiet nature. Given an old GSR-1 and a Militia-issued uniform, Annelien was placed in Squad 11, 4th Platoon of the 2nd Gallian Militia regiment, and soon shipped off to war.

_{[ ❇ ] A F F I L A T I O N S & R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Father: Matthieu Duesterhaus — 40 Years Old — Alive

Mother: Hanna Duesterhaus (née Bauwens) — 35 Years Old — Deceased

Relationships

N/A for now. Will be updated as the story progresses.

[Avant]

Race
Gallian born in the small fishing and lumber town of R'lyeh

@caliban22

Oh shit, we've got a Cthulhu cultist here.

[caliban22]

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

[Carlyle]

@Avant@caliban22

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[caliban22]

@Poi
Thanks for the headache...and the very interesting statement.

[Carlyle]

@Poi
Thanks for the headache...and the very interesting statement.

@caliban22

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[Skylar]

Here is my tanker character, do I also write something up for my tank crew NPC's?

Adrianna Hosten

Name
Adrianna Hosten

Gender
Female

Age
22, born December 18th, 1913

Race
Gallian, Fouzen low-class

Appearance

Adrianna has a curvy figure that is nicely filled out top and bottom, slightly marred by a scar across her nose from a mining accident when she was young. Commonly wears gloves to cover up how her hands have become calloused and slightly scarred from all the industrial work she has done.

Adrianna still retains and prefers to wear her Fouzen Town Watch leather cap over a standard helmet unless riding heads-up from her tank's turret. She also prefers to strap spare ammo cylinders for her carbine on her right arm for quickdraw when out of a tank. Standard uniform otherwise at the moment. (She plans to grab a SMG as soon as possible.

Height
Five Foot, six inches

Personality
Adrianna is a work-hard, play-hard type person born of living in Fouzen's industrial district. In combat she is serious and focused on her duties as a tank commander, shoving aside emotion and feeling for hard rationalism even under fire or when her comrades are in danger to save more lives by fighting to the best of her ability. While a hard-edged attitude to take, if people are alive to complain about it then she'll keep doing it.

Out of combat, she compensates for her edge on the battlefield with a passionate love of booze, good eats, and recreation with either gender, paired with a scrounger's eye for goods. She is somewhat dismissive of Darcsens due to several incidents in the Fouzen mines, not an active persecutor but certainly willing to turn a blind eye to other's actions or prioritize saving other lives over theirs on the battlefield.

Rank
Lance Corporal

Role
Tank Commander

Biography
Adrianna was born and raised in Fouzen, Gallia's greatest industrial city and ragnite mine. For most of her life she worked with her family to keep food on the table and the heat on at home, working in mines and factories in turn alongside her brothers and parents. With a knack for machinery and numbers, Adrianna decided to take tanker courses when it was time for her mandatory military training, initially so she knew how to better maintain motors like the trucks and tractors in the mines. While not passionate or gifted with the combat arts, she learned much and qualified well to become a full-scale militia tank commander by the time she completed her coursework in Fouzen's schools and training grounds. Returning home accredited enough to be able to hold dual jobs as a assistant foreman and town watch tanker, she thought life couldn't get any better.

Then the Empire invaded, with Fouzen being one of their highest-priority targets after breaching the fortress at Ghirlendio. The Town Watch was called up and Adrianna was thrust into a rusty tank to protect the evacuation convoys out when it was clear the city could not be held against the Imperial warmachine. While she fought to her last shell and final breakdown of her tank, she ultimately was unable to do anything to save Fouzen or prevent Imperial pincer movements from cutting off the evacuation. None of her family and friends made it out before the Empire closed the pocket around Fouzen.

Reporting to the Gallian Militia to rejoin the fight and to one day retake Fouzen, Adrianna is prepared to face a real war to protect her home and country.

Affiliations
WIP

Relationships
WIP

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished.

[Conscripts]

Finished. You can take a look, and tell me if something's not fit, then I will make readjustment asap

Hans Vallin (picture source: Google)

Hans Vallin

“I don’t wanna do it, but that’s what we’re gonna do.”

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General information//:

<Full name> Hans Vallin

<Gender> Male

<Age> 26 (April 20, 1909)

<Race> Half Gallian, half Imperial

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“People usually make fun of people with ugly expressions and scary faces. But little do they know what they have been through to get it.”

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<Appearance>

A man who has been through many things he shouldn’t have at the age. He has blonde hair and grass green eyes, an inheritance of his late-mother. Hans is fairly well-built. Not entirely muscular, but not thin or wimpy. Twenty six springs have passed ever since Hans was born into the world, his face still bear a few traces of youth, and yet the war has taken his toll on him. In the corner of his right eyes was a bullet scar that ended in his right temple, though this is not commonly seen, as his bangs would cover it for him. But perhaps the most powerful reminder of the war he had been through was the chest. A huge scar that ran horizontally in his chest, a combination of both combat injuries and surgery.

For a choice of clothings, Hans is a little formal in terms. He was born with a status that people in his hometown usually dubbed as ‘poor nobleman’, which is simply the lowest in the hierarchy of nobility, but still considered a nobleman. As a result, he is accustomed to wearing formal clothes. But normally, he is seen wearing his Militia uniform, with a few medals attached onto his left chest, dictating his combat history, insignias dictating his ranks as Corporal and role as an armored crewman. He has no head protective gear, but possess a headset, and a throat microphone that he and his crew took and renovate from the dead crewmen of a destroyed Imperial tank.

<Height>
5'9 (180cm)

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“If I'm gonna have to die, I'm gonna die. The same goes for you.”

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<Personality>

A strict, stoic, realistic yet tragic tank commander, Hans is never seen making irrational decisions or acting out of pure emotions and instinct, but rather logic and tactic. He knows the full consequences of pure recklessness, and never wants any of his crew to suffer needlessly from it. But nevertheless, he is not the type to be afraid of sacrifices, even if it meant sacrificing his comrade’s lives, or his own, for the sake of the common goal. Taking the matter philosophically, one can properly define Hans as a realist, compared to the opposite archetype, idealist. While idealists tend to put their morality and code of honor ahead of reasons, realists are entirely opposite. Hans usually views the situation in a more pragmatic way, making decisions based on simply logics, and is not affected by emotions. When a situation demands a difficult decision to be made, even if it is cruel and ruthless, while idealists tend to get stuck between the conflict between their own beliefs and reality, Hans is not affected. As a result, he is sometimes considered to be cruel and brutal, even sometimes by his own crew, who has been with him the longest, but in reality, he is simple a damaged soul who has seen too many things that he shouldn’t have seen, and is only acting for the best, for the sake of everybody else, and for the common goal.

Hans shows a considerable amount of hatred for the Imperials and also the Gallian Military, who are pretty much the cause for every calamities and tragedies he has seen in the course of his life. The Imperials, who destroyed his hometown, forcing his mother to move away, and eventually killed his entire family. He does everything he can to kill them. The Gallian Military, specifically the high command, for their actions of disregarding human’s lives and sent him, his crew and his former squads on suicidal missions, and then eventually revoking their credits for their own. For them, he is not hesitant to show disrespect or insubordination, but does not go any further than that. Despite this, he is brave, compassionate, caring and is dedicated to keeping everyone around him safe.

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<Rank> Corporal

<Role> Armored Crewman (Tank Commander)

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“I'm sorry, mother, father, Jynette. I did my best...”

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<Biography>

Born in the town of Senshan, in the far east border of Gallia, to a mother whose ancestors were Imperial soldiers, and to a father who is a noble in that town. The story of the couple began with the Imperial’s oppression upon his mother’s city, where Darcsen’s population is the common population. The sheer brutality of the soldiers there caused his mother to move away to Gallia, a Neutral country, in hopes of a peaceful life. There, she fell in love with a nobleman, and the two had a child together. The name is as expected: Hans Vallin. Hans lived a peaceful and normal childhood, under the love and care of his parents. He grew up normally, did well at school, entered university specialized in engineering, and got a beautiful girlfriend. Life was good, and one could think that the happiness would last forever, until the war began…

Senshan was among the first targets to be hit by the Imperial forces. The town-watch were especially unprepared for such an invasion, and as a result, civilians were not evacuated in time. In the midst of the chaos, Hans, while returning from university, found his house destroyed by artillery fire, burning and collapsing. Panicked, he ran away and met up with his girlfriend by coincidence. The two then tried to steal a horse in the midst of chaos and escape the town, but an Imperial sniper soon took the life of his girlfriend, who died in front of him.

The battle lasted for another two days, with the entire town captured by Imperial soldiers. Fate had spared Hans from the scythe of death, but had killed him mentally. Left with everyone he knew dead, his home gone, his money vanished, Hans was basically clueless. He had limited options. Thankfully, a nice Militia man who survived the battle of Senshan told him that he should enlist in the Militia, to help in the resistance against the Empire. To this day, Hans still considered it to be one of the best advice he ever got.

He joined the Militia shortly after, and his knowledge in the field of engineering helped him got a slot as an Armored Crewman, taking command of a Gallian light tank, named Pacifier, along with a crew of three, who would become his close friends: Hans himself, Sora - the gunner, and Joachim - the driver. Initially distrusted, because of his half Imperial blood, Hans’s discipline, bravery and care for the two of them soon earned him their respect. They regarded him like an older brother of the team, while Hans saw them as nothing but his second family.

Hans’s first battle went well, even better than people had expected. But his second battle was not. His squad, consisted of three Gallian light tanks and a group of supporting infantries, were sent to attack an Imperial convoy attempting to supply their frontline troops. But mid-way, they were ambushed by a heavily armed Imperial heavy tank, which soon decimated the entire squad, with the only exception was the Pacifier. With several skilled maneuvering and quick decision making, the Pacifier managed to jam the Imperial tank’s turret, destroy its track and then finally taking out the crew. The Pacifier survived the battle, but in the making, Hans was seriously injured when the tank’s machine gun shot him a few times in the torso during the fight. The mission failed, and he was quickly taken back to base for medical treatment. The battle earned him a huge scar in his torso, a reminder of that terrible day.

His injuries did not stop him from taking the commander’s hatch for long, as he returned to combat a month after, assigned to a new squad. The next two missions were uneventful, but the one after that was a total repetition of the second battle. A suicidal frontal assault issued by the high command, which ended in his entire squad killed, again, except for his own tank, which escaped demise because of the damage it received made the enemy thought it was knocked out. After the battle, when all sides had ceased firing, the Pacifier rolled its tracks again, and returned to base, where he would be assigned to Squad 11.

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<Affiliations>

Haven Vallin - Father (Deceased)
Arisa Vallin - Mother (Deceased)
Jynette Beaumont - Girlfriend (Deceased)
Sora Emiralda - Close friend and comrade (Alive)
Joachim Ayalatte - Close friend and comrade (Alive)

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Tank//:

Pacifier

“It's not simply a tank. It's our home.”

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<General information>

The Pacifier is a standard Gallian light tank under the command of Corporal Hans Vallin. The tank boasts a 360 degrees turret, an auto-loading system, and an unusually large caliber (75mm) gun. The tank is fast, mobile and lightly armored, suitable for hit and run tactics. The tank’s weak armor is a deadly weakness when engaging other Imperial tanks. While it can cope with an Imperial light tank, it may fall short when fighting medium or more heavily armored tanks, but can still outmaneuver and take them out if skilled enough

After the battle with the Imperial heavy tank, Hans saw a desperate needs for additional armor. The crew then proceeded to install additional logs and sandbags onto the tank, with spaced-armor on the turret. The tank’s protection was increased, but it could still be taken out with a single shot if hit at the right spot. In addition, there is a gun located in the driver seat, serving as an anti-infantry gun. However, the gun is not a machine gun, but a standard Gallian service rifle being placed into it, so its firing speed is exceptionally painful compared to an actual tank machine gun.

<Other crew members>

Sora Emiralda

Gunner

Sora

<Gender> Female

<Age> 20

<General information>

Born a scholar to yet another rural town in Gallia that was destroyed by the Imperial soldiers, Sora was going to be an aspiring mathematician, and was writing her theory of mathematics when the war broke out. After being driven out by the Empire, she decided to join the Militia in hopes of liberating her hometown from tyranny. Her skills in quick calculation gave her a position as a tank gunner, and she was soon assigned to her first tank: The Pacifier. There, she met her crewmates, Private Joachim and Corporal Hans Vallin. Being a person of great intellect, she did not hate Hans at first, but was cautious around him. But soon after their first battle together, she was impressed by Hans's tactical and logical mind, and from that point onwards, she trusted him completely and unquestioningly.

Sora is a bit air-headed, as her min is usually elsewhere, thinking about the equations and numbers, but in the heat of battle, she is a force to be reckoned with. Focused, intense and accurate describes her really well. She regards Hans as a strict, somewhat brutal, but trustful and caring, generally good. She shows respect to his 'tough-love' kind of teaching, mostly towards the brash Joachim, and usually does not interfere with him.

Sora's hair color is sometimes misinterpreted for being a Darcsen, but she didn't usually receive discriminations, as they are apparent enough to distinguish her from them.

Joachim Ayalatte

Driver/Assistant gunner

Joachim

<Gender> Male

<Age> 24

<General information>

Joachim was a rude, angry and rash tank driver from a poor and uneducated family who had to work in construction sites at Fouzen for a living. Tired and sick of his living conditions, the invasion of Gallia by the Imperial forces was a perfect escape route to Joachim, as he enlisted in the Militia via the universal conscription. He was initially going to be assigned as a scout, but circumstances pulled him into becoming a tank driver. He was assigned to the Pacifier, along with Sora and Hans. Upon learning his commander's origin, a nobility and a half Imperial, the hot-headed tank driver immediately grew to hate and distrust him, but were forced into following his orders, by Sora and some of the former members of his squad. After the Pacifier's first victory, his hate was shaken by Hans's tactical ability, and by the second battle against the Imperial heavy tank, the distaste vanished, after seeing Hans bravely giving out battle orders despite being critically injured by the tank's machine gun. From that point onwards, Joachim no longer held any grudges towards his commander anymore, and had a sense of mutual respect and trust to him.

Joachim's rash and angry personality serve as a foil to the two more calm and collected crew members. His uneducated background had a major impact on his personality. Nevertheless, he surprisingly showed compassion towards Darcsens, as he had many times worked closely with them at Fouzen, and understood the unfairness of such a terrible social discrimination towards a race whose convictions were a story of thousands of years ago that had absolutely no evidence at all. He also grew to hate nobility, as most of whom he encountered were mostly jerks who knew nothing of compassion and kindness to people like him, especially the Darcsens.

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Character theme//:

[Jinxer]

Thanks for submitting your sheets everyone. I'm currently at work but I'll look over them as soon as I can.

[Carlyle]

@LetMeDoStuff@Jinxer Finished my sheet a few minutes ago if you'd like to look over it.