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Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

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Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Samuel

Name: Samuel Spedam
Species: Human
Age: 17
Appearance:

Appearance

Stands at 5’11” (1.5 m), weighs 157 lbs (71 kg).

Equipment:

• Straight-hilt Lightsaber w/ Green Kyber Crystal
• Consular Padawan Robes
• VersaFunction 88 Datapad
• Four Empty Datacards

Skills:

• Historian - Long entranced by tales of great clashes between the Jedi and Sith, of pioneers who mapped the known galaxy, Samuel had his head buried in the words and recordings of holocrons from days of old ever since he passed his trials to become a padawan.
• Empathetic - A subjectively useful trait, Samuel is empathetic to beings. His initial reasoning to walk the consular path was to help people. He has however grown disillusioned with the consular path as of late due to the image of his master, Knight Evan Asani, revered Jedi General of the 117th Legion, which has inclined Samuel to walk the balanced path of a sentinel.

Lightsaber Forms & Force Powers:

• Lightsaber Form I Shii-Cho - Intermediate
• Lightsaber Form III Soresu - Basic
• Force Speed - Basic
• Force Telekinesis - Intermediate
• Force Sense - Basic
• Force Precognition - Intermediate
• Force Jump - Basic
• Tutaminis - Basic
• Hibernation Trance - Basic

Weaknesses:

• Without a Master - His master, Knight Evan Asani, was summarily killed by the 501st Legion on Coruscant. Samuel, distraught as he was, was left without guidance, and still in the prime of his time as a padawan, had no medium of which to learn and advance to the status of Knight. And even despite the loss of a teacher, Samuel lost a close friend which had counseled him in every matter as to how to be a better person.
• Broken Pacifist - Cracks which had spread since his first taste of action on Kamino, Samuel is a broken pacifist, dismissive of the role of a pacifist Jedi in the modern age. After witnessing the exploits of Jedi Generals leading clones, and then eventually the death of the same Jedi at the hands of the clones, his faith in the consular path is all but gone, and his own time used to further diplomacy and academics wasted in his mind.

History:
Born in 36 BBY on Alderaan, Samuel was child to artisans, an architect father and a chef for a mother. His existence was simple for the first three years of his life, before being noted as force sensitive by an envoy of Jedi seeking out a new batch of younglings. His parents, convinced into handing Samuel over, did so as he was barely four. Taken to Coruscant, he began the initiate training. Years of reciting the Jedi Code, learning Shii-Cho with a training saber, and becoming familiar with most forms of basic academics filled his time as an initiate.

At 13, Samuel underwent his trials to become a padawan. The Trial of Wisdom was the first, and the easiest by the standards of an academic and one well-read in the Jedi Code, his extensive comprehension giving him an easy pass. Next, the Trial of Skill, with a trip to the frozen world of Ilum to acquire the kyber crystal necessary to craft a lightsaber. Samuel, pushed to his limits, was tested under the limit of time, venturing his own path alone, before coming upon a green kyber crystal which he seized upon, leaving Ilum. Having crafted his saber, he was put through the final trial, the Trial of Insight, given the task of assisting hydroponics farmers on Coruscant for two months’ time, or until the grow cycle was complete. Yet again an easier task, he bided his time, patient yet bored, until the grow cycle ended.

His trials were complete, and at 14 years of age, he became a padawan. Initially, he was selected to be padawan to Knight Evan Asani, but the outbreak of the war that year delayed the process, as Evan was deployed as part of Master Mace Windu’s task force during the First Battle of Geonosis. Upon the return of Knight Asani, Samuel was finally assigned to the Knight who was specialised as a Jedi guardian, more specifically as a peacekeeper. A polar opposite to the pacifistic ways of the young Samuel on his path to a consular specialisation.

The two were immediately deployed to Kamino, as the command of Knight Asani, the famed 117th Legion (nicknamed ‘Rancor Battalion’ or ‘Rancor Legion’, marked with crimson colors), was assisting in overseeing the training of the new batch of clones at Tipoca City on Kamino, with the intention of taking on new clones to bolster the Rancor Legion’s strength. The attack on Kamino happened mere days after their arrival, and the 117th, along with men of General Skywalker’s 501st Legion, General Kenobi’s 212th Battalion/Legion, and General Secura’s 327th ‘Star’ Corps, fought off the droid attackers across Tipoca City. Samuel, in his first real taste of combat, was at the frontline along with his master.

Though never directly under fire, as the battle ended, Samuel came to realize not only the dwindling use of the consular Jedi in the new age, but also the evolving place of the Jedi as field commanders rather than peacekeepers. He began to doubt the consular path, but yet still considered himself an academic and pacifist above all else. Exploits across the battlefields of the galaxy proved again and again the power of warfare over diplomacy as negotiations between both sides broke down multiple times. However, Samuel remained pacifistic, refusing to draw his blade unless necessary to use it. Knight Asani, though puzzled by these ways, respected his padawan’s choice, often keeping himself and Samuel out of the fray, but still close enough to the frontline to command his men.

In 19 BBY, Knight Asani, recalled to the Temple at Coruscant for unspecified reasons, gave Samuel his first independent assignment to assist scientific operations aboard a vessel by the name of the Reclamation. No sooner than had he arrived that word of Order 66 spread. Huddled in his own cramped quarters, he watched the very recording from Master Kenobi, and slept a very somber sleep that night.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Samuel

Name: Samuel Spedam
Species: Human
Age: 17
Appearance:

Appearance

Stands at 5’11” (1.5 m), weighs 157 lbs (71 kg).

Equipment:

• Straight-hilt Lightsaber w/ Green Kyber Crystal
• Consular Padawan Robes
• VersaFunction 88 Datapad
• Four Empty Datacards

Skills:

• Historian - Long entranced by tales of great clashes between the Jedi and Sith, of pioneers who mapped the known galaxy, Samuel had his head buried in the words and recordings of holocrons from days of old ever since he passed his trials to become a padawan.
• Empathetic - A subjectively useful trait, Samuel is empathetic to beings. His initial reasoning to walk the consular path was to help people. He has however grown disillusioned with the consular path as of late due to the image of his master, Knight Evan Asani, revered Jedi General of the 117th Legion, which has inclined Samuel to walk the balanced path of a sentinel.

Lightsaber Forms & Force Powers:

• Lightsaber Form I Shii-Cho - Intermediate
• Lightsaber Form III Soresu - Basic
• Force Speed - Basic
• Force Telekinesis - Intermediate
• Force Sense - Basic
• Force Precognition - Intermediate
• Force Jump - Basic
• Tutaminis - Basic
• Hibernation Trance - Basic

Weaknesses:

• Without a Master - His master, Knight Evan Asani, was summarily killed by the 501st Legion on Coruscant. Samuel, distraught as he was, was left without guidance, and still in the prime of his time as a padawan, had no medium of which to learn and advance to the status of Knight. And even despite the loss of a teacher, Samuel lost a close friend which had counseled him in every matter as to how to be a better person.
• Broken Pacifist - Cracks which had spread since his first taste of action on Kamino, Samuel is a broken pacifist, dismissive of the role of a pacifist Jedi in the modern age. After witnessing the exploits of Jedi Generals leading clones, and then eventually the death of the same Jedi at the hands of the clones, his faith in the consular path is all but gone, and his own time used to further diplomacy and academics wasted in his mind.

History:
Born in 36 BBY on Alderaan, Samuel was child to artisans, an architect father and a chef for a mother. His existence was simple for the first three years of his life, before being noted as force sensitive by an envoy of Jedi seeking out a new batch of younglings. His parents, convinced into handing Samuel over, did so as he was barely four. Taken to Coruscant, he began the initiate training. Years of reciting the Jedi Code, learning Shii-Cho with a training saber, and becoming familiar with most forms of basic academics filled his time as an initiate.

At 13, Samuel underwent his trials to become a padawan. The Trial of Wisdom was the first, and the easiest by the standards of an academic and one well-read in the Jedi Code, his extensive comprehension giving him an easy pass. Next, the Trial of Skill, with a trip to the frozen world of Ilum to acquire the kyber crystal necessary to craft a lightsaber. Samuel, pushed to his limits, was tested under the limit of time, venturing his own path alone, before coming upon a green kyber crystal which he seized upon, leaving Ilum. Having crafted his saber, he was put through the final trial, the Trial of Insight, given the task of assisting hydroponics farmers on Coruscant for two months’ time, or until the grow cycle was complete. Yet again an easier task, he bided his time, patient yet bored, until the grow cycle ended.

His trials were complete, and at 14 years of age, he became a padawan. Initially, he was selected to be padawan to Knight Evan Asani, but the outbreak of the war that year delayed the process, as Evan was deployed as part of Master Mace Windu’s task force during the First Battle of Geonosis. Upon the return of Knight Asani, Samuel was finally assigned to the Knight who was specialised as a Jedi guardian, more specifically as a peacekeeper. A polar opposite to the pacifistic ways of the young Samuel on his path to a consular specialisation.

The two were immediately deployed to Kamino, as the command of Knight Asani, the famed 117th Legion (nicknamed ‘Rancor Battalion’ or ‘Rancor Legion’, marked with crimson colors), was assisting in overseeing the training of the new batch of clones at Tipoca City on Kamino, with the intention of taking on new clones to bolster the Rancor Legion’s strength. The attack on Kamino happened mere days after their arrival, and the 117th, along with men of General Skywalker’s 501st Legion, General Kenobi’s 212th Battalion/Legion, and General Secura’s 327th ‘Star’ Corps, fought off the droid attackers across Tipoca City. Samuel, in his first real taste of combat, was at the frontline along with his master.

Though never directly under fire, as the battle ended, Samuel came to realize not only the dwindling use of the consular Jedi in the new age, but also the evolving place of the Jedi as field commanders rather than peacekeepers. He began to doubt the consular path, but yet still considered himself an academic and pacifist above all else. Exploits across the battlefields of the galaxy proved again and again the power of warfare over diplomacy as negotiations between both sides broke down multiple times. However, Samuel remained pacifistic, refusing to draw his blade unless necessary to use it. Knight Asani, though puzzled by these ways, respected his padawan’s choice, often keeping himself and Samuel out of the fray, but still close enough to the frontline to command his men.

In 19 BBY, Knight Asani, recalled to the Temple at Coruscant for unspecified reasons, gave Samuel his first independent assignment to assist scientific operations aboard a vessel by the name of the Reclamation. No sooner than had he arrived that word of Order 66 spread. Huddled in his own cramped quarters, he watched the very recording from Master Kenobi, and slept a very somber sleep that night.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Count me interested. I'll have much more time to attend to RPs now that finals are over.

Blood & Steel | Nation RP

Full Name: Brycen Taylor
Date of Birth: 16th of November, 1768
Nation Affiliation: Merenia
Position: Military (Captain)
Bio:
Born in the County of Hadleigh in 1768, Brycen's early childhood was noted only by the fact that he was a commoner and that he was the youngest of five children. He was a bright commoner at that, however, as he studied locally, taught basic reading and writing along with basic arithmetic by the few locals that could. Scrounging for both learning material and funds as a farmhand, he eventually found the shields to attend a university at the age of 25. He spent two years in a cramped city earning a degree in rhetoric, with a potentially 'promising career in the Parliament' as one of his professors put it. But he did not pursue the career, despite a return to his hometown and a brief month-long campaign, which ended due to the absence of funds. Resident as a local administrator at the age of 27, he often settled the disputes of townsfolk over legal matters, composed documents for locals, and kept track of the town's treasury. He married soon after, and by mid-1794, he had a son on the way.

However, the knowledge of widespread war by mid-1794 drew a tension of the County of Hadleigh, and posters of a unit being mustered, the 'Hadleigh Regiment of Volunteers & Fencibles' as the documents put it, drew many to fight for a shield a day, which was more than most had earned in a month subsisting off the land. Seeing the male population of his town dwindle and the women and older children pick up the plow and tools, Brycen soon took his leave as well, leaving his work to his wife, a woman as literate as he was. His status as a so-called 'intellectual' bore much merit in his rank and pay, as he was initially slotted a Sergeant of Volunteers, but was deemed 'unfit to be a Non-Commissioned Rank', and was given a commission for Cornet, but was then given the rank of Lieutenant and a platoon of his own before the regiment of approx. 550 shipped out.

By 1795 the Hadleigh Fencibles, as they had adopted their shortened name, had joined with the main force of the Royal Army. Assigned swiftly to the Reserve Corps, the regiment spent its time guarding baggage trains, scavenging rations for the army, and, during battles, being part of a third reserve line that would never see action unless the two professional lines broke. The baptism by fire would come in 1798 where the Reserve Corps was given a position within the second line to take the place of a broken professional regiment. Under a hail of cannon and fire, they would not fire a shot before the order had been given to retreat. Having lost 12 of their 550 (4 killed, 8 wounded), the command of the Hadleigh Fencibles were rightly angered and only under threat of desertion were they given a permanent position in the second line with the V Corps.

Years went by and non-noteable skirmishes ticked by. 1801 changed everything. At Ten Fields, the Hadleigh Fencibles and the rest of the V Corps were to hold the extreme left of the Royal Army in order to match the wide line of the opposing Black Army. The Hadleigh Fencibles were given a position along a wheat field against a hill, exposed to fire. However, they performed as ordered. Brycen's platoon, first in the order of B Company, was laid along a fenceline, partially obscured by the tall wheat stalks. The entire regiment bore the brunt of an assault, as did the V Corps. Collapsing under the elite troops of the Black Army, the V Corps was all but destroyed, allowing the Black Army to catch many units of the rest of the Royal Army as they retreated. Of the 550 Hadleigh Fencibles that left Merenia, only 210 remained combat effective. For gallantry, and as one of the only surviving officers, Brycen was appointed Captain of Volunteers, given what was left of the Hadleigh Fencibles as his 'provisional company'. The ensuing reforms saw his company become A Company, 28th Regiment of Foot, and his title became Captain of Infantry. His now vetted troops were given all the luxury of professional soldiers, with the pay rate for each private doubling to two shields a day, and their older musketry being replaced by surplus stock of proper flintlocks.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive

The stereo sang with the vigor of such a dated device. The CD spun and looped, until it reached Austin's favorite song. Twisting the volume knob, the music blasted and echoed inside the vehicle. He continued to drive, one hand on the wheel, the wheels on his 1997 Ford Ranger turning and skipping along the pavement of the city. He took in the sights, a Pall Mall Red stuffed between his lips and glowing red at the end.

He banked a left, and came to bear outside the large department building, and swiftly took an empty spot at the curb. He finished out the cigarette, the ash dropping off into the black plastic ashtray on his dash. He snuffed the remainder in the tray and shut off the engine, retrieving the key and popping the door. His boots crunched against some remainder of snow, but his thick tan coat hid the cold from his torso. Unfortunately, his blue jeans didn't quite do the same. It wasn't horrible, in Appalachia he experienced the worst of the Northern and Southern climates, the freezing winters and blistering summers. He adjusted the worn olive green Tractor Supply Co. hat, the face marked with a tab below the TSC logo, reading "Greene Co. TN".

He briskly walked into the department building, being directed to a room. Slowly, others trickled in and they stood for the greeting. Yet, their commander answered the call not two minutes in. Briefed and directed to the armory, he began suiting up. Uniform first, the navy blue undersuit, and now the Raider armor. First came the plate carrier, with steel plates coated by ceramic and anti-spall rubber, followed by the kevlar pauldrons and collar. Finally the groin plate of ceramic, and the kevlar and ceramic MICH 2000 helmet w/ tinted ballistic goggles and black balaclava stayed off, the goggles and balaclava stuffed into the helmet which hung from Austin's webbing.

Onto the weapons. First, the 416. He removed the lens covers on the RCO, giving the rifle a once over before retrieving a 30-round PMAG of 5.56x45, stuffing it into the mag well but leaving the bolt open, not yet chambering a round. He followed it with a string of modular magazine pouches, four double stacked holding eight 30-round magazines in all. Next, the underbarrel M26, which he loaded a magazine into as well, not yet chambering for it either. He stored the two extra M26 magazines in a pocket of his webbing. He moved onto his M45, the massively improved M1911 variant, hooking his holster's retention lanyard to the grip of the pistol, then inserting a magazine of .45 ACP before racking the slide, chambering a round. He shoved the M45 into its holster, fixating the level III retention clip over it, and stringing the four .45 ACP magazines in pouches across his right thigh, just below his holster. Lastly, the KABAR, which went into its sheathe on his left hip, grip protruding and blade facing down for optimal drawing efficiency.

Only now did he fit the balaclava, now placing on his MICH 2000 helmet, fitting the goggles atop the helmet for now. He dusted off the scrawling on his helmet, it reading "WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE!". He attached the 'THIS MACHINE KILLS MONSTERS' patch to his plate carrier, and topped everything off with the Copperhead patch. "Copperhead, reporting."

Dead

Still in. Haven't gotten the time to sit down and write a good post due to exams having been the past whole week.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

That took him back. The mocking, the patronizing. A soldier without a homeworld, just like his parents, and their parents before that. He tensed up, every cold, seized muscle in his body tugging and shifting. His teeth locked together, and he gritted them in not only anger, but spite. Were his eyes revealed he would've had the most bright hellfire burning within them.

The words continued to echo in his mind across the tense silence, his anger saying a thousand words, creating a cacophony of tension in the room. The words, they bounced, echoed, "No home.." and "Broke your homeworld.." He was angry, everything in his mind told him to yell out, cursing who or whatever captured him. But he remained silent, preparing his words articulately.

"Cadia stands as long as Cadian soldiers fight." He muttered, the familiar phrase from the lips of Ursarkar E. Creed himself, giving birth to a pride and nationalism even in the absence of a homeworld. He calmed himself in the ensuing silence, and yet repeated, his mouth now articulately and coldly stating again the same phrase: "Corporal Austen Corby, service number 4093375."

Patrol (Military Roleplay In The 20th Century) - Vietnamese-American War

Consider me interested. Not quite able to get a CS up just yet, but I'll have one ASAP.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

Cold. It always had to be cold, didn't it? He froze time and again in trenches logged with snow and mud which had become a thick frost layer. Clutching his M36 with bayonet fixed, poised against the traitors. He froze there, the cratered snow plains as again and again they were thrown against prepared positions. He was a youth then, a 'Whiteshield'.

It was his first time on the front line and the first time he ever faced down Chaos. He recalled, that coldest winter where more than 75% of his unit died throwing themselves against the enemy or freezing as they defended against the counterattacks. And it was there he became a true Guardsman.

He jolted awake with the cold nipping at his skin, the nerves flaring with pinpricks of cold. Darkness met his eyes, the cold, waterlogged fabric clinging to his nostrils and mouth, constricting his breath, and his spine shivered when addressed. Whether the coldness of the water or the voice, he himself was not sure, but his mouth became ajar as he breathed in what he could with a deep gasp, his fogged memory recollecting, his training, the training of respite and silence in capture, and despite his bind, he spoke with clarity and purpose, voice muffled only by soaked fabric, not by sniveling or wavering of fear.

"Corporal Austen Corby, service number 4093375." He cut off his voice, and said not a word more.