AtomicNut

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Leaving the rp. Sorry.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

May i be able to try a second time with Raven and the adventurer's guild i wonder...

Or maybe freelance Raven without a guild.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

I will consider it.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

i changed around the chronological order of your attacks for the purpose of making my post flow better.

@Weird Tales

Uh, it was a pot, like the kitchen instrument, not a potted plant.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Front Line, August 25th - he Battle of Hill 58}

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Filthy. Filthy. All filth that surrounded her. All filth that refused to go. She was surrounded by all of it. Wounds that oozed filth. Boots that flung filth. Souls that reeked filth. Minds full to the brim with filth. She tried and she tried and she couldn't scrub all of it off. For she was filth too.

Gone were the days where she could act. Where she still did a pretend game of big sister. They were so young in her opinion. Just like the siblings back at home. They needed a guiding figure. A soothing hand. Even if she herself wasn't sure of it, she did her best to be reassuring and smile. Everything was going to turn okay, she whispered to the souls that huddled against her, like baby chicks in a storm seeking comfort. Comfort that she provided. Comfort that she claimed was going to give all times.

But she had been wrong. The combat started. Left. Right. It was unlike any training exercise. She was overwhelmed. Like everyone else. She could barely react. And... people had fallen already. All for a bunch of mud. What was the point she was trying to make? Patriotism? Show that she wasn't a traitor. They all were humans and bled. There was no difference. And yet... for the sake of idealism, people younger than her were thrown on this hell.

The stray bullet had splattered all the contents of the head, the face disfigured in horror. But she had recognized the corpse of the fallen soldier on her way towards the gathering point. Sandra. Daughter of a baker. Wanted to make cupcakes. She was a bit of an spoiled little girl, but not a bad person. Too bad she would never heard how well Mila was going to do her gingerbread recipe from now on. No. Her brains were now filth on the ground. The same filth that stained her clothes.

Everything was filth. But what was the point of it. Was her destiny to become filth? It may have to be. But she remembered. Her family would be sad. All the little girls who huddled under her and looked up to her would be saddened. She felt her stomach convulse, as the lance corporal vomited his orders. Very much like her breakfast now. More filth upon filth.

Filth. She was filth. But she had to pretend. It was us versus them. Every soldier killed was an ally spared. She was such filth. And yet... she could not bear to not kill. She had to kill. For the small ones. For their hopes and dreams. Even if it meant hugging her siblings with blood-soaked hands, she would fight. She stood up, trembling. Her heart was thrumming in her ears, barely able to hear the Lance Corporal instructions. The orders came. She felt her chest exploding, a numbing fire spreading through all of her body.

And yet... she was fine. She was calm. Sharp. Focused. Her eyes narrowed, her stance assumed the positions that had been beaten into her by the drills. She spoke, in a voice that was perhaps too sweet and nuanced for the confident Mila, as if years had been taken out of her.

"I am going to murder every single one of them I find on my sights." She said in a singsong voice, hoisting her weapon, and charging. Rage that gave her wings, that numbed all sensations of pain and fear. More than machinegun fire, or dying by bullets, she feared to not be the big sister everyone looked up to. She advanced to a pace she had never thought she was capable off, her teeth gritted in a warped grin, a far shot from her usual smiling stance.

Lob grenades, he said. And she lobbed her, into the trenches. That would be enough to win time, but she had to breach. The Lance corporal was besides her now. She grunted, eyeing a corpse of an Imperial soldier she had seen in the battlefield. "Rise and shine, corporal. The only way out is through!" She smiled, full of dirt and malice, before setting off the imperial grenade at the corpse's belt and kicking it back into the trench.

It was satisfying how they never expected a booby trapped corpse of their own. They were filth, and so was she. And then she jumped, her eyes narrowed and her posture slouched, as she lashed at everything vaguely resembling an imperial trooper with unladen fury.

"IF YOU KILL THE PUPPIES, THE BITCH TEARS YOUR THROAT, IMPS!" She said, as she cackled, drunk on rage and blood.

_{@Conscripts@Letter Bee@Landaus Five-One@Ithradine@SMS@FalloutJack@Bushman501@LetMeDoStuff}

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Mimi

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Name
Mila Wagner, "Mimi"

Gender
Female

Age
18 2nd May 1896 in Hadleigh

Sexuality
Heterosexual but willing to experiment.

Race
Federation - Imperial Migrant

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Appearance
Mimi is a neat and meticulous girl, who is tall enough to pose a degree of intimidation, with clear features reminiscent that of those of the empire citizens. Pale blue eyes and long, well kept golden hair which she usually ties in a single ponytail when on duty. She has a lean and muscular body, with sinewy muscles underneath her shapely body. She speaks with a noticeable accent and her voice has a slight soothing quality to it.

Height
6'1''

Personality
Mimi was born as the eldest of three and it shows. She is patient and someone who values bonds and relationships, and she can be described as grounded to earth and wise beyond her age in some aspects. Nevertheless, she is more of an urbanite and a socialite rather than a rural sort of person, and she is often puzzled and startled by raunchy or crass behaviour of fellow troopers. She feels very pressured due to her inheritage and feels like she has to overcompensate with more efforts to dispel the suspicion about her and her family being imperial spies. While she does not prejudice openly against Darcsen, she is often shy around them, as a misplace feeling of guilt for all the past bad blood the Empire had towards the collective.

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Rank
Private

Role
Shocktrooper

Equipment
SM-Longfield Rifle
Shrapnel-Ragnite bombs
Standard Issue Bayonette
Weapon Maintenance Toolkit
Locket with photographs of her family
Packets of Mint Humbugs

Potentials
Imperial Lore: Being a daughter of two imperial immigrants into the federation, Mila has a rather exploitable lore of Imperial manners, languages and customs. This also includes the technical fields of machines and weaponry (since her father is an engineering teacher). In practice, this makes her very useful to intercept imperial messages, and even scavenge imperial weaponry for the use of her squad (finding supplies is another matter entirely).

Mama Bear: Mila is the eldest of three, and she can't hope but see the soldiers younger than she is as their little brothers and sisters. Should them be in peril, Mila will attack the enemy with relentless vindictiveness and fury.

Clean Freak: Mila can be overwhelmed by the necessity to clean in very dirty environments. This might make her more distracted and less effective in combat.
Darcsen Shy: Being near Darcsen makes the otherwise confident Mila become a withdrawn person.

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Biography
Mila was born in Hadleigh to a couple that moved away from the Empire due to its customs, tirelessly seeking advancement on the social strata but not to avail. Mila's father, an brilliant engineer by trade, was able to secure a job at one of the Hadleigh universities, and her mother, a well known socialite, was able to mingle with Hadleigh's social circles, thus finding in the Federation the fulfilment they could never find back in their homeland. Mila, despite how badly their parents bashed the customs of her ancestors, felt like a child between two worlds, and often cherished that unique perspective of being exposed to two cultures could bring. She felt that, if more people were like her, or her parents, maybe the world could advance.

She grew high in spirits, and with a twinkle in her eye. Becoming an elder sister only made her more determined and spirited, and she decided to follow the path of scholarship very much like her father would have.

The rising tensions, however, cut short her aspirations. Suddenly they were children of the Enemy, wolves in lamb skin who could jump at the citizens of the Federation without a moment's notice. They were constantly watched. Judged. Scrutinised. Her mother stopped socialising, becoming withdrawn. Her father could barely manage to maintain his job under the constant vigilance. Mila then took a bitter decision. She did not like violence, but someone had to show the Federation that her family was loyal to those who gave them shelter.

Mila volunteered in the Federation's troops, specifically aiming to be a frontline shocktrooper. She wanted it close and personal, so that there would be no shadow of doubt where her true allegiance, and by proxy, her family, stood.

Affiliations
Mr and Mrs Wagner - Her parents, hopefully safe at Hadleigh
Jacob and Emma Wagner- At age 11 and 9, they're her baby siblings and hopefully safe
Cousin Oskar - Probably an Enemy now, sadly.

Relationships
None Yet

Character Theme
None Yet

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"Cousin Oskar" (NPC)

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Name
Graf ("Count") Oskar von Bodenn, "Oskar the Owl"

Gender
Male

Age
25, 3rd July 1889, Bodenn.

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Imperial Nobility of Bodenn

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Appearance
Von Bodenn's uniform and general demeanour shows his elevated birth. Always keeping his uniform clean and spotless, he struts around with an air of confidence and reassurance, as his icy cold eyes examine even the most minuscule of details. Well kept blonde hair and a clean shaven face crown the tall and lanky figure of the aristocrat, which stands tall even among tall men. He walks with surprisingly soft steps, and it is said that his voice is but a harsh whisper, enough to send chill downs the spine of resolute men. Von Bodenn is also fond of pelts, and on occasions he adorns himself with the skin of his kills. An adept huntsman, he compliments the symbol of authority that is the officer's sword with a well kept hunting rifle crowned with a top-of-the-line scope to enhace his marksmanship.

Height
6'3"

Personality
Oskar von Bodenn is a stern man who is embittered by the chains of commanding. A borderline misanthrope, he oozes cynicism in each of his words, and has a low opinion of everyone, including himself. While he finds use in formalities and honour codes, he simply sees them as useful guidelines rather than being hardcore principles every man should strive for. He however, has high standards on his troop, and he does not forgive weakness or incompetence. Many a soldier (specially the Darcsen) have been at the wrong end of his rifle for this reason. Fond of hunting game and marksmanship feats, Oskar is a ruthless hunter, exemplified on his moniker of the Owl, for his love of nocturnal operations and predatory nature, as well as signifying no small amount of tactical acumen.

Von Bodenn is also driven by the need to wash out a stain on his honour committed by a member of his family. Her aunt Emilia von Bodenn, who fled the Empire forsaking her birthright alongside a certain engineer called Karl Wagner. He is a strict enforcer of social classes, but not because he thinks himself superior to any of them, more like he knows deep in his heart they would do the same were their roles be reversed, specially the Darcsen filth.

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Rank
1st Liutenant

Role
Imperial Officer - Unspecified Platoon and Regiment

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Biography
Oskar was born in privilege in one of the many Empire's provinces, being the de-facto ruler of the location that bore his name: Bodenn. A woody area with lot of timber and wildlife alongside the settlements, it made Oskar always have a touch with nature and embrace it whenever he felt downcast about the affairs of his birth and condition could have. A perceptive child from a young age, he quickly learnt how to see the fake smiles and courteous manners hiding daggers in what was the Empire's politics. He still had two loving parents and aunt whenever he wanted to feel comfort.

Until the scandal happened. He could barely remember it, as he was just a child, but the younger aunt of Graf von Bodenn, eloped with a commoner and brought shame to the entire family. This also drove a wedge between her two parents, as her mother could never stand the wild Emilia and used every single opportunity to take shots at the foolishness of her decision, while his father could never fully reject his own sister, flaws and all. The whispers of politics became more vicious, and all the competitors for posts of honour viciously attacked this black stain to get ahead in what it was possible to do so.

Oskar as a result, became embittered in his teen years, and began to resent everyone including himself, but specially the Federation who had allowed Emilia to live in peace after so much trouble she had caused to her family. He also began to go out in the woods more frequently, and to take up firearms to hunt game as an attempt to quell the fire inside him. When his father caved in and allowed his sister to visit, Oskar could barely hide the comtempt for the mongrel child she brought home. It was only due to his father's actions that he stayed his hand somewhat, and the entire situation did not explode.

Among rumours of weakness of the von Bodenn line, Oskar entered the militar academy, where he was directly sent to the officer courses due to his blue blood. It was there where he excelled, earning the trust of his peers not only to his capabilities as officer, but the marksmanship he had honed during his teenage years back at home.

The world had yet to take another turn, as tensions were rising among neighbours and the Federation. During a routine visit, a terrorist bombing from some Imperial traitors took the life of his father away in a single sweep. His mother did not much last longer, and poisoned herself with hemlock to follow his husband into the grave, for despite their differences, she was still mad in love with him. Losing both parental pillars in a quick sucession left him as the man to carry his honour and take care of his sister, Rachel, which put a noticeable strain on his character.

And then, because disgraces call to disgraces, the War happened. Oskar, in his function as vassal of the Emperor had to take arms. He did so without complaining, and using his nature attunement, love of nocturnal operations, and more importantly, being one of the best marskmen of the entire Bodenn county he earned himself a name among his troops.

The Owl of Bodenn.

Affiliations
Friedich von Bodenn - Father - Died in a terrorist car bombing in 1912
Anna von Bodenn- Mother- Committed suicide not long after his husband died in 1912
Rachel von Bodenn- Younger Sister- Alive, managing the Bodenn estate in his absence
Emilia Wagner née von Bodenn- Aunt - Alive
Mila "Mimi" Wagner - Cousin - Federation Soldier (and thus traitor)

Relationships
Mila "Mimi" Wagner - Enemy

Character Theme
N/A

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Mimi

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Name
Mila Wagner, "Mimi"

Gender
Female

Age
18 2nd May 1896 in Londinum

Sexuality
Heterosexual but willing to experiment.

Race
Federation - Imperial Migrant

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Appearance
Mimi is a neat and meticulous girl, who is tall enough to pose a degree of intimidation, with clear features reminiscent that of those of the empire citizens. Pale blue eyes and long, well kept golden hair which she usually ties in a single ponytail when on duty. She has a lean and muscular body, with sinewy muscles underneath her shapely body. She speaks with a noticeable accent and her voice has a slight soothing quality to it.

Height
6'1''

Personality
Mimi was born as the eldest of three and it shows. She is patient and someone who values bonds and relationships, and she can be described as grounded to earth and wise beyond her age in some aspects. Nevertheless, she is more of an urbanite and a socialite rather than a rural sort of person, and she is often puzzled and startled by raunchy or crass behaviour of fellow troopers. She feels very pressured due to her inheritage and feels like she has to overcompensate with more efforts to dispel the suspicion about her and her family being imperial spies. While she does not prejudice openly against Darcsen, she is often shy around them, as a misplace feeling of guilt for all the past bad blood the Empire had towards the collective.

---

Rank
Private

Role
Shocktrooper

Equipment
SM-Longfield Rifle
Shrapnel-Ragnite bombs
Standard Issue Bayonette
Weapon Maintenance Toolkit
Locket with photographs of her family
Packets of Mint Humbugs

Potentials

Imperial Lore: Being a daughter of two imperial immigrants into the federation, Mila has a rather exploitable lore of Imperial manners, languages and customs. This also includes the technical fields of machines and weaponry (since her father is an engineering teacher). In practice, this makes her very useful to intercept imperial messages, and even scavenge imperial weaponry for the use of her squad (finding supplies is another matter entirely).

Mama Bear: Mila is the eldest of three, and she can't hope but see the soldiers younger than she is as their little brothers and sisters. Should them be in peril, Mila will attack the enemy with relentless vindictiveness and fury.

Clean Freak: Mila can be overwhelmed by the necessity to clean in very dirty environments. This might make her more distracted and less effective in combat.
Darcsen Shy: Being near Darcsen makes the otherwise confident Mila become a withdrawn person.

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Biography
Mila was born in Londinum to a couple that moved away from the Empire due to its customs, tirelessly seeking advancement on the social strata but not to avail. Mila's father, an brilliant engineer by trade, was able to secure a job at one of the Londinum universities, and her mother, a well known socialite, was able to mingle with Londinum's social circles, thus finding in the Federation the fulfilment they could never find back in their homeland. Mila, despite how badly their parents bashed the customs of her ancestors, felt like a child between two worlds, and often cherished that unique perspective of being exposed to two cultures could bring. She felt that, if more people were like her, or her parents, maybe the world could advance.

She grew high in spirits, and with a twinkle in her eye. Becoming an elder sister only made her more determined and spirited, and she decided to follow the path of scholarship very much like her father would have.

The rising tensions, however, cut short her aspirations. Suddenly they were children of the Enemy, wolves in lamb skin who could jump at the citizens of the Federation without a moment's notice. They were constantly watched. Judged. Scrutinised. Her mother stopped socialising, becoming withdrawn. Her father could barely manage to maintain his job under the constant vigilance. Mila then took a bitter decision. She did not like violence, but someone had to show the Federation that her family was loyal to those who gave them shelter.

Mila volunteered in the Federation's troops, specifically aiming to be a frontline shocktrooper. She wanted it close and personal, so that there would be no shadow of doubt where her true allegiance, and by proxy, her family, stood.

Affiliations
Mr and Mrs Wagner - Her parents, hopefully safe at Londinum
Jacob and Emma Wagner- At age 11 and 9, they're her baby siblings and hopefully safe
Cousin Oskar - Probably an Enemy now, sadly.

Relationships
None Yet

Character Theme
None Yet

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Hmm, guess i got a valkyria chronicles itch .

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Hmm, potentially interested, pending an IC archive binge.

Edit: Uh... sorry, My bad. This is too much.

Atomic's Rummage Sale.

I can't really decide...

Jackal(Innocence Lost)v2

Name: Jacqueline "Jackal" Alventine, Rear Admiral of the 3rd Fleet.
Age: 27
Physical Description:

"How long I have to do this stuff to get a good cozy pension I wonder?"

Important items:

• Deck of Cards: She is always up for a Poker game.
• Silver Cigarette Case: Cancer tubes in a sweet packaging. Excellent.
• Coil Gun: To discipline troops and swat gnats.
• Omnitool: Miniature Computer that allows for communication, calculation, augmented reality navigation and small-scale hacking. Jackal uses it to watch boxing fights.
• Nano-toolbox: A quick box filled with multipurpose nanites, useful for fixing stuff. She only ever uses it when she can't be bothered to find someone to fix her stuff.

Short Bio: Jacqueline, known as Jackie for her closest friends, was born as the daughter of a wealthy family of plutocrats in Earth. Having no small shortage of wealth and fortune on her household, she grew to be hedonistic, spoiled and debased, blatantly leeching her family's resources for her own amusement. Orgies, expensive bets, illegal races through Earth's hive metropolis, illegal alien drug consumption, you name it, and Jacqueline probably has done it in the past.

One would expect of such a person to quickly drop out of all educational pursuits, but Jacqueline knew that happy parents were parents that turned a blind eye to her debauchery, so she applied just enough of her talent (she was a fan of the law of minimal effort, after all). She prodded through this unstable equilibrium until one night, one too many drinks, made her make the outrageous bet she would zoom through the military officer academy.

After the fallout of such claim (and the hangover) happened, Jacqueline pondered that being caught in military service was alright. Being a large, huge monstrosity she could always find a cosy spot to laze around and let her subordinates do the work. And then the war happened. Of course, this wasn't to the liking of Jacqueline, but it got her gears shifting. If she did it well enough in the war she could shoot herself in the foot or something, claim war wound and retire as a heroine with a fat pension. But they had to win though. So she... applied herself to her tasks.

Things were going well, but then the tides turned against her. Her objectives was no longer doing something and milking it for her entire life, but now even her debased sweet lifestyle was endangered. Her surge in competence made her climb ranks, and make her efforts more visible (and the inability to hide her slacking with it), but she saw it as a lesser evil. If everyone else was gone and impoverished, where would she get her alcohol and gambling from? And then her superior Admiral stubbornly repeated the mantra of the battle of Proxima. Hell, even she could see the trap it was. Only Alexander Kherol did seem to notice it. She wished she was under his command, instead. The fighting that happened could have been avoided.

But she was chucked in the trap, alongside her men. She couldn't even turn tail and run, the idiot Admiral of hers spouting Ascendancy propaganda, until a bad case of debris in the brain shut him up. That left her with one problem. She was the surviving highest rank. Jacqueline cursed under breath and decided for the first time, she would apply herself like there was no tomorrow. Captain Jacqueline was responsible for evacuating half of the survivors from the hole they had dug themselves in. Incidentally, she was promoted on virtue of being one of the highest ranking officers left standing after the fiasco.

But that mean that Admiral Kherol now could look at her closely and no more slacking opportunities. She wished she had become a lazy corporate cat instead.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Navigation
Exceptional Engineering
Exceptional Gunslinging
Exceptional Swordsmanship
Exceptional Running Away Agility
Exceptional Bullshitting Diplomacy
Exceptional Tactics
Exceptional Intelligence