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I'd be willing to Water Bend :o
If it's cool with you, I'll have a sheet up in a bit, this RP sounds fun
Hiya, sorry for my absence, everytime I tried to get back in the guild was down. I'll have the edits you wanted finished, I do have some good ideas. Also, can we use the Characters tab that has been recently added? I think it would serve quite nicely in organizing the OOC and getting all the sheets together with less hassle, thoughts?
Oh, well my CS looks like a mess now, better fix that
**Name:**Samart Banchamek “Smarty” **Age:**29 **Gender:**Male **Ethnicity/Nationality:**Thai, believed to have other Asiatic roots, born and raised in Thailand **Former Unit:** 4th Army of the RTA -5th Infantry Division, Mechanized Infantry Brigade 2 Years -15th Infantry Division, Development and Reconstruction 1 Year -UN Peacekeeping Force 1 Year 31st Infantry Regiment, King’s Guard RDF 3 Years Dyncorp PMC 1 Year **Role:**Automatic Rifleman **Physical Description:**Samart stands at 5’10”, An interestingly much taller height than that of the national average which may speak to him being perhaps not 100% Thai. He is well-toned and in peak physical tradition as a result of his training and fierce discipline towards personal improvement. His hair, black, formally shaved bald has since grown out to a shortly cropped mohawk. He is more often than not cleanly shaven and prefers to keep it that way though when left unchecked, he gains a surprisingly cool handlebar and chinpuff. He has a scar about 1 1/2 inches long and 1 ½ centimeters wide beginning above his left eyebrow and ending right above the eye and has a good chunk missing from the top of his right ear. **Skillset:** -Muay Thai Expert, 20 Years Started at age 6 -Muay Boran Expert -Krabi-krabong Expert -Hand-to-Hand proficient -Fluent in Thai, English, Arabic, and a variety of other languages. -Licensed to drive APCs and can conduct maintenance on almost all types of vehicle -Well trained in Anti-Insurgent and Anti-Guerilla tactics -Also trained in Guerilla tactics -Vehicle Maintenance, A good mechanic -Weapon Maintenance -Proficiency with LMGs, has experience with the Type 56, Negev, and a variety of other types. -Additional proficiency in HMG’s, has handled Brownings and Type 54s -Freerunning -Basic First Aid **History:** Born in a small poor hill village some distance from Bangkok, Samart grew up without much and made do with little, he his parents and 4 siblings all lived in their 2 room house in close quarters. As the youngest, there wasn’t much for Samart to do around the house except play around and get into trouble. Eventually, he fell under the wing of an old man, a former practitioner of Muay Thai who taught to whoever paid him enough. Captivated by the sport, Samart begged his parents to allow him to learn the art. At the age of 6 he began practicing Muay Thai and rigorously trained himself for quite some time. Eventually, he obtained a job working in a garage with mechanics, learning the trade and so forth as to pay the fees for practicing. He began competing in Muay Thai and learning more about the Martial Art up until the time he attended college, the first of his family to be able to go. Despite his desire to stay home and pursue a career as a fighter in Muay Thai, he was pressured into going. In college he studied languages and foreign cultures and obtained a degree in Modern Language. Though successful he did not feel like getting a normal, well-paying office job as his parents wanted of him he instead decided on military service. All Males over 21 are placed into the random draft anyways in Thailand but Samart volunteered to join instead. He was moved down to the south with the 4th Army and was placed into the conflict of the South Thailand Insurgency. He found that the military life suited him and he stuck with it after facing reality and seeing that it would be too risky to pursue a profession in Muay Thai as there weren’t sure enough pay benefits, despite it being his dream. He stayed in a Mechanized Infantry Brigade as an APV driver his first year and then a Designated Automatic Rifleman for a fireteam his second year. He was then transferred to the Development Division in charge of aiding people in Southern Thailand. After some time he was granted access into the 31st Division, or the King’s Guard as well as served at the Thai embassy in Kabul,Afghanistan. In search of a more lucrative paygrade, Samart became a soldier of fortune and joined a PMC, Dyncorp . Since then he has been interested by Centurion and decided on joining. **Psychological Profile:** The mentality of Samart stems from his poor upbringing and impoverished roots. His desire for what he did not have in his childhood drives him for the payment of money. A greed that pushed him to give up on his dream and a greed that saw him give up his duties. The same avarice will surely come back around to him in the distant future. Innately, he knows the consequences of his journey for money yet chooses to follow the path of personal gain. Besides his motives, Samart is generally respectful and polite at all times, perhaps some form of unconscious apology for his own less than righteous goals. He is well disciplined in his own personal fitness as well as tasks, being not easily distracted and reliable to ask. He understands the importance of teamwork in a military unit and will not compromise that for any minor reason, he seeks the trust of his comrades and hopes that they can put their trust in him. (As to the topic of Extraterrestrial culture, customs, and language, Samart will be interested.) **Equipment: ** Body- - Sleeveless Combat Shirt, Black. - Dragonskin armored vest with pouches for weapon maintenance and other items of importance (compass, multitool, portable radio) Has sheathes for 2 KA-BAR straight-edge knives each located on both shoulders. Right breast pocket contains an old brass pocket watch that is of some importance to Samart - Additional rigging on the vest for extra ammunition belts for his Negev - Oakley Tactical Gloves Hard-Knuckled - Buttpack attached to belt contains extra first aid equipment while the belt has rigging for grenades - Backpack contains a camelback and extra ammunition. Additional items such as spare clothing and rations are included. Also contains a small trench shovel. -MTEK Facial Armor and helmet with rigging for additional utilities -When not wearing his helmet, Samart wears a black bandana on his head Weapons- -Primary- IMI Negev with foregrip & bipod 450 rounds of ammunition -Secondary- M11911 2 extra clips on vest -Grenades- 2 Frags 1 Smoke 1 Stun
It's -30F with windchill in Chicago. It's kind of thought provoking to think about how if I go outside without a jacket for a bit, my life would be at risk.
Name: Orpheus Taygetus

Titles: The Musical Merchant

Affiliation: An amateur travelling trader and musician, Orpheus has ties with many merchants and musicians of his homeland but in the place of his mother’s ancestors, Europa, he is in a place unknown to him.

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Birthplace: Hellas

Origin: Orpheus

Race: Human, A mix of Hellas and Celt Blood

Appearance:


Occupation: Travelling Merchant and Bard

Resources:
-Trade Commodities from his Homeland
-A bag of coins
-A Golden Lyre
-An Ivory Lyre
-A wide assortment of instruments
-A Dagger

Skills:

Merchant/Business Minded- Orpheus is skilled in the art of marketing and obtaining money through many means. As well as good at marketing, he has developed at least an amateur sense of identifying lucrative opportunities

Eye for Potential- Orpheus can tell the worth of a man with just a short look, a useful tool in negotiations as well as finding useful friends.

Silver Tongued- A natural born utilizer of words, Orpheus has always been well gifted with an outgoing personality and an open plethora of words to get what he wants. Preferring the use of his tongue to the use of his dagger, he speaks with strong persuasiveness. Just as well as he can convince people he can also lie with similar ease.

Musician- An extremely talented musician, Orpheus plays his Golden Lyre beautifully having learned how to play since a very young age as well as a wide plethora of unique instruments he has learned

Personality:

Orpheus is an earnest young man with an outgoing and charismatic personality. Sharp of wit and even sharper of tongue, he is quite intelligent and seeks to utilize his own talents to their furthest extents. Beneath the face of the cheerful young musician lies the mind of an old wise fox, clever, sly and ambitious who will do many things to reach his goal. To sit upon a throne of his own wealth obtained through the use of his own talents and looking down at the backs of the people of power he has toppled to reach the pinnacle is the basis of his final goal. To reach such a shining stage from his current standing, Orpheus, even at his age, has a basic understanding of the morals and means necessary to make such a dream happen. Though an opportunist and ambitious, Orpheus still knows the meaning of companionship and loyalty and has a moral obligation against betrayal of those he considers true allies. Even further beneath his burning ambition is a smoldering distaste for those of noble blood.

Biography:

Born the bastard of a Hellan nobleman and a Celtic musician, Orpheus was raised in the lesser known areas of his father’s rural estate as a lowly servant alongside his caring mother. His mother was a comely maiden from Europa with a strong talent in music who had been captured by slave traders on the road while she and her caravan travelled through Hellas. She was sold as a slave to a Hellan nobleman captivated by her fair skin and golden hair. A year and a half later, at the horror of the lady of the house, Orpheus was born, a young child with the same fair skin and blonde hair as his mother. Since a young age he discovered the beautiful music talent he inherited from his mother and with his mother, he spent the little amount of hours in his free time fostering his skill with instruments provided as gifts to his mother from his father.

Through the years, Orpheus acquired enough freedom that he could leave the estate when he wanted as long as he returned within reasonable time. It was with this that Orpheus entered the market streets of Parnassus, a captivated rural slave bumpkin wandering around the city for the first time. While wandering the streets he found himself in a winding maze of the back alleys, it was here he found a small market stand in the shadows of decrepit pillars sitting atop ruined walkways. Standing within the stall was a hooded old man leaning quite still against the rotted olive wood posts in his stand. As Orpheus approached the hooded figure, it spoke to him in a surprisingly enchanting voice that radiated with warmth, “Come hither child, need not be cautious child, you are not lost, this was your destination whether you knew it or not. I have a gift for you child”, as he spoke the old man fumbled through a linen bag slung over his shoulder. Standing across the stand at this point, Orpheus strained his eyes to see the face of the old man, shrouded under the hood. The old man lifted his face towards Orpheus, thought the rest of his facial features were hidden by the shade of his hood, Orpheus could see clearly the brilliant glowing golden eyes that lay beneath the shroud. Quite apprehensive and nervous, the 13 year old Orpheus watched anxiously as the Golden-eyed old man pulled a beautiful golden lyre from his bag, the bow and handle of the lyre wrapped in gold and embroidered beautifully, the strings appeared to be thin strands of gold themselves. Orpheus was captivated by the beauty of the instrument and could look only with awe at the delicate inscriptions and folding on the lyre. The old man spoke his voice still warm and sweet, “I will give you this instrument, child, take it, a gift.” He said as held out the lyre. Awestruck, Orpheus mindlessly reached his hand out to take the Lyre and then nervously retracted his hand as he came back to his senses and suspicion. “There are no such thing as gifts, sir. I must ask, there are surely strings attached to such a lucrative gift, and I fear that such strings are not the type I want to be tied up by, so what is the catch?”. said Orpheus as he looked into the golden eyes of the old man. The old man let out a soft chuckle, “You are certainly sharp of tongue for a young one. Indeed, this gift may seem too good to be true but it is a true gift. One from me to you with honest intentions, not quite like the gifts you know of that your father gives to your mother with the intentions of receiving affection, your talents have impressed me child, and perhaps you will be someone worth mentioning in the future.” The old man leaned in closer to Orpheus, his eyes glowing ever more brightly as he drew closer, within seconds the dark alleyways was being bathed in radiant light and Orpheus, shielding his eyes, could hear the old man’s voice close to his ear, “The only intention behind this gift is in gratitude of entertainment you have given me so far, perhaps you will be someone to continue watching in the future…” The voice faded as the shadows of the alleyway slinked back. Orpheus cautiously opened his eyes, the stand and old man had disappeared and all that remained was the Golden Lyre laying atop the linen bag.

Sometime around the fourteenth month of his eighteenth year, a now well established peddler in Parnassus who had been given his own freedom from his father as a gift to his mother, Orpheus would sell his wares and play his beautiful music regularly using a Lyre he bought with his own money within the streets. He received news that his father had passed away as a result of a mysterious illness. Orpheus was aware of the gravity of the issue with his father’s passing. His father had been the one who stood between his official wife and Orpheus’ mother, and with his passing his mother was no longer protected. Hurriedly, Orpheus travelled to the estate to find his mother but was destroyed to find he was too late. The lady of the house’s cruelty had already reached his mother. He found her laying in pig stables, her beautiful blond hair scalped and her fair skin burned. Horrified, Orpheus wrapped his mother in a cloth and carried the corpse away into the nearby forest. He buried her beneath a small oak tree in a wide open field. With sorrow, he placed his lyre that he spent so long saving up for on her grave and left. That night, he packed up his things, spent the last of his gold on a carriage and two mules, gathered all his goods and set out on a journey.

Notes:
-He dislikes nobles
Writing my CS
Also, will all characters be focused in one city? Or will this cover the entirety of Europa?
What would be the purpose of the second fire team?
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