Chairman Stein

Call to Arms [Age of Imperialism RP] (1910-1950)

Reserving a spot for the Republic of Foucil

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

@Chairman Stein Pfft. Whatever you say Dr.Jack Me Off

@Boop_Im_A_Dragon

NOW YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR SOROYAN DOG. I'VE HAD THAT JOKE USED ON ME TOO MANY TIMES NOW.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

I am instinctively against everything Soroya Boop does. Because Oslad is the greatest nation and was unfairly abused in the Treaty of Parma of past RPs.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

I actually like the idea that Hans has of automatons that have human brains and thus, are technically androids. It would be an interesting character to juggle, having the 'programming' to do certain tasks but also fighting for your own free will as a sentient being.

It's not any more crazy than say, Godzilla like monsters existing in Asia.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

<Snipped quote by Boop_Im_A_Dragon>

Not going to lie, this sounds a bit far out there even for this RP, but that's just my two sense.

@ClocktowerEchos

I don't see why. The Germans have been building all sorts of crazy automaton like things in this timeline. It would only make sense that they build what could be for all intensive purposes a field medic that can't die by conventional means. It depends on what sort of robot we're talking about, since I doubt we're going to see something Mister Gutsy-esque, I.E floating bladed machines, but perhaps some sort of very basic machine could make sense.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

@Chairman Stein Absolutely fantastic character you've got here! I'm really digging the detail you put in for the history section in particular. Fully accepted! Feel free to move him over to the char tab whenever.

Also, on the abilities, nah, you've got a perfect amount of detail for that part. I'm not looking for too much in that section.

PS. Dr. Karkaff is easily the most terrifying character in this RP so far. Make of that what you will. I mean, an opportunistic sociopath -and- a Griffin user. Fucking hell lol.

@Hans von Lek

Oh wow thanks! I guess that's really a compliment with the amount of craziness we've already got and will likely get as this RP gets more CSs.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

Dr. Jackmier Karkaff

Name: Jackmier Karkaff

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Appearance: Photo of Dr. Karkaff in his Wehrmacht uniform prior to defection; circa, 1939.

Allegiance: Allies (Formerly Axis)

Nationality: German (Bavarian)

Occupation/Service: Agent of MI6 & Griffin Operator, formerly Field Medic/Surgeon

Race: Human

Personality: Karkaff is, for all intensive purposes, a sociopath. He lacks general empathy for the plight of his fellow comrades and has symptoms common in antisocial behavior including an innate ability to lie and a gravitation to criminal behavior. A consistent narcissist and egotist, Karkaff is always interested to show his intellectual prowess and ability to one-up opponents. However despite these negative attributes Jackmier has shown an above average intelligence and a strong will to survive and thrive in a cruel world. In addition Jackmier is fueled by high ambitions and a determination for wealth and power, no matter the costs to achieve them.

History: Born to a socialist factory worker and maid for a Bavarian politician, Jackmier was raised in poverty. This poverty fueled the ambitions of a young Jackmier to strive above others and to make financial and social gains no matter the cost. As a child Jackmier was physically weak, but mentally strong. Often avoiding conflict with fellow children by manipulating those who would harm him and pitting his harassers against one another, this ability to deceive would be a valuable asset throughout his education and military career. At the onset of the First World War Jackmier was only a mere fifteen years old, thus able to avoid the majority of the conflict; his father was not so lucky, and would meet his maker after a French artillery barrage obliterated him in the trenches of Verdun. During the war Jackmier became the bread-winner of the family, and worked as the assistant to a craftsman in Munich while his mother fell into a deep depression. In these quiet years Jackmier avoided the draft successfully and spend the meager wages he made on survival for him and his mother as well as saving money in the hopes of reaching higher education at university. However, Jackmier's dream of university never came. In 1918 the war came to an end and Germany fell into revolution, by 1919 the Bavarian Free State formed and the communists his father had praised took power. Within the span of four months war had come to a now adult Jackmier, and this time the draft would not be avoided.

In late April the dream of a free and socialist Bavaria was already crumbling. With no major support and no true military the Bavarian Reds were faultering to the aggressive Freikorps and the German army. Seeing the futility of remaining loyal to the men who had drafted him, Jackmier was quick to turn his rifle on his new 'comrades' and align with the Freikorps who waged war against Munich in a brutal siege. It was in these days of early May that Jackmier first saw true brutality. Women forced upon by armed men, fleeing reds shot down in the streets, buildings burned with occupants still inside. In the chaos, Jackmier ended more than one life in order to survive; and he felt nothing in doing so. Pulling a trigger and seeing a life end, all of the memories and experiences going with it, had no effect on Jackmier. The only death during the raid on Munich that affected him came from the death of his mother; how she died he could not say, but she never returned home.

Now merely 20 years old and without any parental guidance, not that he had any prior, the world was open to Jackmier. Seeing himself with little future in Munich, he joined his new friends in the Freikorps in aligning with the German Worker's Party under Anton Drexler. Drexler's populist sentiments and vehement opinions on communists, jews, and nationalism would inspire not only Jackmier but hundreds of other youths of the Freikorps throughout the turbulent Weimar decade. However, once the party faced reformation under the 'NSDAP' and Adolf Hitler, Jackmier had grown to feel less and less truly nationalist. Seeing the failures of the Beer Hall Putsch and the years of stagnation for the party did not help this lack of morale, but Jackmier remained persistent and a Nazi Party member up until his eventual defection in March of 1940.

During his years of service in the German armed forces, Jackmier found an apperciation for being the support role among his appears. While some men joined in the hopes of seeing a front line, Jackmier had grown to enjoy the tedium of more simple tasks, especially those in military medicine. Perhaps it was because he couldn't relate to the pain his patients suffered, perhaps it was he enjoyed adding to their discomfort, but the task of being a field medic was fulfilling. Sometimes, when alone, Jackmier still misses his former position. However, these illogical memories subside when he remembers that his defection was not pointless. The Wehrmacht offered him nothing after teaching him field medicine and gave him combat training and experience in Poland. Defecting was simply the next step involved in gaining something greater than mere emotional fulfillment.

Shortly after the annexation of Poland in October of 1939 Jackmier made his move. In a fatal swoop he deserted his company stationed in Warsaw and fled to Danzig. Quickly he had earned the punishment of execution, a fate he had no intention of meeting. Thus, he traveled by boat to the then neutral and independent Denmark; and from Denmark to the shores of the United Kingdom. He made it no secret that he had indeed defected from the Wehrmacht and was not surprised to be arrested by the British government shortly after his arrival in Norwich. In return for pardoning of any crimes that he may or may not have committed in Poland he would reveal all secrets he knew and speak of whatever orders his company had been given. Needless to say, the British were quick to agree to the simple demands. How Jackmier came to be associated with MI6 remains a mystery both he and his handlers continue to keep close to the chest, though it his believed that he had been watched from the moment he had been arrested in January of 1940.

Abilities:
- Medical Training - From his years within the Medical Field Unit of the Wehrmacht, Dr. Karkaff has many skills needed in saving lives. However, he does not promise the operation will be painless...

- Deception & Manipulation - Perhaps it is due to his mental state, but Jackmier has incredible abilities in the field of manipulation and deception. Both a natural liar and trained in body language, reading those around him is a skill and using those readings he can masterfully craft lies and mislead his enemies or captors.

- Griffin Training - A skill all agents authorized to use Griffins hold, Jackmier knows how the infamously hazardous cloaking device works and has mastered how to use the device for stealth and combat purposes.

Equipment:

- Standard issue NCO Uniform (Unless on duty/behind enemy lines)
- Griffin Cloaking Device
- Emergency Medical Kit (Black leather Doctor's bag)
- Walther P38, modified suppressor
- Fairbairn–Sykes Fighting Knife

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

Dr. Jackmier Karkaff

Name: Jackmier Karkaff

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Appearance: Photo of Dr. Karkaff in his Wehrmacht uniform prior to defection; circa, 1939.

Allegiance: Allies (Formerly Axis)

Nationality: German (Bavarian)

Occupation/Service: Agent of MI6 & Griffin Operator, formerly Field Medic/Surgeon

Race: Human

Personality: Karkaff is, for all intensive purposes, a sociopath. He lacks general empathy for the plight of his fellow comrades and has symptoms common in antisocial behavior including an innate ability to lie and a gravitation to criminal behavior. A consistent narcissist and egotist, Karkaff is always interested to show his intellectual prowess and ability to one-up opponents. However despite these negative attributes Jackmier has shown an above average intelligence and a strong will to survive and thrive in a cruel world. In addition Jackmier is fueled by high ambitions and a determination for wealth and power, no matter the costs to achieve them.

History: Born to a socialist factory worker and maid for a Bavarian politician, Jackmier was raised in poverty. This poverty fueled the ambitions of a young Jackmier to strive above others and to make financial and social gains no matter the cost. As a child Jackmier was physically weak, but mentally strong. Often avoiding conflict with fellow children by manipulating those who would harm him and pitting his harassers against one another, this ability to deceive would be a valuable asset throughout his education and military career. At the onset of the First World War Jackmier was only a mere fifteen years old, thus able to avoid the majority of the conflict; his father was not so lucky, and would meet his maker after a French artillery barrage obliterated him in the trenches of Verdun. During the war Jackmier became the bread-winner of the family, and worked as the assistant to a craftsman in Munich while his mother fell into a deep depression. In these quiet years Jackmier avoided the draft successfully and spend the meager wages he made on survival for him and his mother as well as saving money in the hopes of reaching higher education at university. However, Jackmier's dream of university never came. In 1918 the war came to an end and Germany fell into revolution, by 1919 the Bavarian Free State formed and the communists his father had praised took power. Within the span of four months war had come to a now adult Jackmier, and this time the draft would not be avoided.

In late April the dream of a free and socialist Bavaria was already crumbling. With no major support and no true military the Bavarian Reds were faultering to the aggressive Freikorps and the German army. Seeing the futility of remaining loyal to the men who had drafted him, Jackmier was quick to turn his rifle on his new 'comrades' and align with the Freikorps who waged war against Munich in a brutal siege. It was in these days of early May that Jackmier first saw true brutality. Women forced upon by armed men, fleeing reds shot down in the streets, buildings burned with occupants still inside. In the chaos, Jackmier ended more than one life in order to survive; and he felt nothing in doing so. Pulling a trigger and seeing a life end, all of the memories and experiences going with it, had no effect on Jackmier. The only death during the raid on Munich that affected him came from the death of his mother; how she died he could not say, but she never returned home.

Now merely 20 years old and without any parental guidance, not that he had any prior, the world was open to Jackmier. Seeing himself with little future in Munich, he joined his new friends in the Freikorps in aligning with the German Worker's Party under Anton Drexler. Drexler's populist sentiments and vehement opinions on communists, jews, and nationalism would inspire not only Jackmier but hundreds of other youths of the Freikorps throughout the turbulent Weimar decade. However, once the party faced reformation under the 'NSDAP' and Adolf Hitler, Jackmier had grown to feel less and less truly nationalist. Seeing the failures of the Beer Hall Putsch and the years of stagnation for the party did not help this lack of morale, but Jackmier remained persistent and a Nazi Party member up until his eventual defection in March of 1940.

During his years of service in the German armed forces, Jackmier found an apperciation for being the support role among his appears. While some men joined in the hopes of seeing a front line, Jackmier had grown to enjoy the tedium of more simple tasks, especially those in military medicine. Perhaps it was because he couldn't relate to the pain his patients suffered, perhaps it was he enjoyed adding to their discomfort, but the task of being a field medic was fulfilling. Sometimes, when alone, Jackmier still misses his former position. However, these illogical memories subside when he remembers that his defection was not pointless. The Wehrmacht offered him nothing after teaching him field medicine and gave him combat training and experience in Poland. Defecting was simply the next step involved in gaining something greater than mere emotional fulfillment.

Shortly after the annexation of Poland in October of 1939 Jackmier made his move. In a fatal swoop he deserted his company stationed in Warsaw and fled to Danzig. Quickly he had earned the punishment of execution, a fate he had no intention of meeting. Thus, he traveled by boat to the then neutral and independent Denmark; and from Denmark to the shores of the United Kingdom. He made it no secret that he had indeed defected from the Wehrmacht and was not surprised to be arrested by the British government shortly after his arrival in Norwich. In return for pardoning of any crimes that he may or may not have committed in Poland he would reveal all secrets he knew and speak of whatever orders his company had been given. Needless to say, the British were quick to agree to the simple demands. How Jackmier came to be associated with MI6 remains a mystery both he and his handlers continue to keep close to the chest, though it his believed that he had been watched from the moment he had been arrested in January of 1940.

Abilities:
- Medical Training - From his years within the Medical Field Unit of the Wehrmacht, Dr. Karkaff has many skills needed in saving lives. However, he does not promise the operation will be painless...

- Deception & Manipulation - Perhaps it is due to his mental state, but Jackmier has incredible abilities in the field of manipulation and deception. Both a natural liar and trained in body language, reading those around him is a skill and using those readings he can masterfully craft lies and mislead his enemies or captors.

- Griffin Training - A skill all agents authorized to use Griffins hold, Jackmier knows how the infamously hazardous cloaking device works and has mastered how to use the device for stealth and combat purposes.

Equipment:

- Standard issue NCO Uniform (Unless on duty/behind enemy lines)
- Griffin Cloaking Device
- Emergency Medical Kit (Black leather Doctor's bag)
- Walther P38, modified suppressor
- Fairbairn–Sykes Fighting Knife

Sorry if I didn't have enough information in the 'Abilities' section but since I'm not exactly writing a superhuman or a mutant of some sort I was more using it state specializations and training.

Age of Imperialism (WW1-esque Nation RP)

The Osladian Empire

God Save the Tsar!

Firelight and Moonlight

Anton and his wife had arrived at his uncle's villa on the coast of the Chaegon Empire only that morning, and were met with a joyous welcome from the Grand Prince, his wife, and his daughters. The women had gone to bed, and now only Anton and his Uncle remained in the study. Anton studied his uncle carefully for a moment, and neither man spoke. Andrev's eyes were focused on the fire, and he sipped his wine slowly and without much thought.

"So, how is Oslograd this time of year, my boy?" He said finally, turning his eyes to his nephew.

The Tsar almost flinched, for Andrev had been so quiet until now. "Cold, same as it always is." he replied, and Andrev chuckled.

"Oslograd is a beautiful city, but not one that changes. I remember when your father and I were boys, we'd run through the palace courtyard while father spoke with his own Imperial Cabinet. We'd build castles of snow in the winter, and then snowball them and pretend we were knights sieging a city and winning glory... Your father was always obsessed with that... Glory."

Anton remained silent, turning his own eyes to the flame as it cracked and crinkled quietly.

"I loved your father, he was my brother after all. However, we shared very different paths in life. I'm not sure either of us were truly made for Tsardom, not like your grandfather was. He was bred to be Tsar, a giant of a man with integrity and care for his people. That isn't to say that your father didn't care for his people, he certainly did, but he showed it in a much different way."

"And what way would that be, Uncle?"

"As I said, he wanted glory for Oslad. He dreamed of being like the Tsars and Emperors he had read about in history books, leading knights clad in shining armor and smiting his enemies with divine justice. The irony of it all being he never served a day in the army, never did he have to fight in battle or take a life. I did, I gave years to my countrymen." Andrev leaned forward, his eyes misty and his tone cold and serious. "Did I ever tell you about Verkhiriv?"

Anton shook his head, and his uncle sighed. "I thought not, well... Verkhiriv was a village in eastern Tangaria, near the border with Korenia. That border was often a nuisance to the bureaucrats in Korenia and in Oslad, because the Tangar chiefs didn't respect or care for the integrity of borders. In their culture the sky is the only border for a Tangar, for the sky is where the eternal gods roam. Regardless, I was part of a cavalry regiment stationed in eastern Tangaria, my duty was to ensure the border was kept safe and that neither Korenians or Tangars fought or crossed each other."

The Grand Prince leaned back and finished his wine, turning the empty glass idly in his hands.

"It was summer, a few years before you were born, and we received word that a Tangar bandit group we had been hunting had just returned from Korenia and was in Verkhiriv. We armed ourselves and left our outpost, by nightfall we were on the outskirts of the village. We dismounted and scouted the perimeter, the village was quiet and campfires surrounded the place. We counted no more than twenty men, at least half of them armed with rifles. We planned to wait until most of them had gone to sleep before we'd sneak in and make arrests, and that's what we did."

"Then what's so special? You arrested the bandits." Anton asked, and Andrev simply shook his head. "It didn't play out that way?"

"No. As we encircled the village, one of our men on the other side must have alarmed the few guards still watching over the village. Within seconds utter hell broke loose. Gunfire broke the silence of the night and you could only see silhouettes in the dark, their guns only revealing them for a few moments. We rushed the village, sabers and pistols at the ready. I took one by surprise and grabbed hold of him with my empty hand, he fought back and slammed into me, knocking my revolver to the ground. We wrestled for dominance, and I had to headbutt him just to get him off of me. He went for my gun and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him in time. So, I unsheathed my cavalry saber and struck him once, then again, and again after that. I must have slashed that dark form of man four or five times before he finally stopped moving, and it was only then that I realized it. He wasn't a large man, shorter than you and scrawny. I didn't think much of it at that time and simply took my revolver and went to the aide of my comrades, the rest of the night was simple and we took no casualties. By sunrise we had to begin clearing bodies from the village, and that's when I saw the man I had killed once again..."

Andrev fell silent and his voice was quickly breaking up, he seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"He was a boy, Anton. No more than fourteen. A god damn child, and I had stabbed him to death with a god forsaken sword... But, it was my duty to stay strong and simply ignore that. I was a soldier and the Tsar's son, I didn't have the choice to break down in tears like I wanted to. So, I put that dead child in the ground with the rest and did not speak of it again. But after that night I swore something to myself... I would never kill again, and I've kept that promise. After I had finished my service I left the army and never went back, and I never stepped foot in Tangaria again."

The two men were silent. Anton didn't know how he was supposed to reply to that, was there even a way to reply? "Have you told anyone else that story?"

"I told your father once, not too long after you were born. He simply told me that I did my job, and if I hadn't killed that boy I would be dead. Sometimes I wonder if things would be better if I had died that night... When the war began, I refused to attend military marches and see the soldiers off to the front like your father did. I couldn't stomach seeing the faces of men I knew would not return home. Anton, promise me you will never follow in mine or your father's footsteps. If there is a way to avoid bloodshed you do it. We can never allow something like the war to ever happen again."

"I promise, Uncle."

For the first time since dinner, Andrev smiled and nodded. "Good, I know you will be the Tsar this country needs now." He rose to his feet and stretched, sighing. "Well I believe it's best I retire for the night. We have a busy day tomorrow Anton, you simply must try some of the Chaegon seafood they serve in town, it's like nothing you've had before."

Anton nodded, chuckling as his uncle gave him a smile and left the study. His smile faded quickly, and his eyes once again fell to the dying fire... The Tsar would not sleep well tonight.

The Study of the Andrev villa, circa 1924.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

I'll be getting my CS up tomorrow most likely since I'm really tired and probably putting way too much effort into my history section but whatever.

-Reserving spot for app here-