I was kinda relying on the arcade to be a focal point for the youngsters.
Mr.Fu, an aged Chinese man runs the local Arcade. The Arcade is kinda small and pokey, but draws in kids from all around town. His most common customer is Carl Thatch. Carl has started to draw in other kids to watch his games. Indeed Carl is something of an entertainer and sometimes comes in wearing his full knight costume, which has gained him a reputation amongst the kids who either dont have the coin or skill to get up to the higher levels. With the GMs permission, i'd like to turn Mr.Fu into a contact for Carl Thatch amongst adults. I'd like to run a scene where Mr.Fu brings Carl into the tea room to interview him for a job sweeping the floors of the Arcade for a few extra dollars. There is much more to this character to be fleshed out-with the GMs permission. I wanted to make it a bit of an oddity that the town has an arcade.
This has piqued my interest. If good clean fun is in the title description.
Character name: Carl Thatch. Hes the typical arcade kid of the era who blows all his allowance on tokens for the latest arcade game, rumor has it hes defeated the end boss of nearly every game in the arcade, even beating Satan over twenty times. For the last 10 or so years, or at least as long as he can remember his Halloween costume has always been 'The Knight'. He even has a solid steel shield he picked up off a scrap heap at the car junkyard. No one knows who it belonged to, but ever since, its been part of the costume.
Ive got more of a frame work for him, but i'll write that into the character sheet. I take it this is a casual game?
The command bunker had grown increasingly more tense and more professional as the aircraft dispatched for the airstrike grew closer to their target. To be specific the 1st Strike Wing, being comprised of old British Harrier jump jets inherited after the cold war. “We’re entering AO now, commencing combat patrol.” came over the comms. A large screen depicted the radar image of the aircraft, several of the comms operators were smoking giving an acrid cloud to the otherwise cool interior of the bunker. “There they are! I can see camouflage tarpaulins covering creates or something and there are six trucks parked in a pool. Permission to engage?” “Any civilian structures present?” “Yes there are bunkhouses and a large villa General.” “Commence strafing run on the vehicles, mission kill them before they can exit the AO.” “Copy that General.” The sound of engines re-vectoring came over the open radio. Then the unmistakable buzz of auto cannon fire from harriers. “Vehicles are trying to flee the area, there are technicals and trucks.” “Strafe them, but watch for collateral damage on the buildings.” “Copy that” Then more buzzing and the sound of engines. “How does it look now, are there any civilians?” “No General, i can only see a few, they must all be taking cover in the bunkhouses” “Good, i want you to hit those tarpaulins with the missiles. Over.” “Copy that, im coming around again.” “At your leisure” “Fox 1 away, Fox 2 away. Target destroyed.” “Good, return to base.” “Is the leaflet unit in position?” “Yes general, we are in position.” “Commence leaflet drop, then return to base.” There, as clean a mission as any Ferdinand had ever completed. The leaflets were a nice touch, he had had them printed by the news paper “O Grito” before the mission was launched. He pulled out a copy he had and read the message.
"Attention Smugglers - you are encircled by the Melizean Armed Forces. Drop your arms and surrender to the nearest army unit.
Atleast Ferdinand would not have to go to sleep tonight worrying about civilians caught in the crossfire. He could sleep with a clean conscience.
Order 1st Strike Wing to Air Strike the most south eastern province (ONLY LAND PROVINCE MARKED ERADICATE). Target is Balruban Smugglers. Minimize collateral damage on civilians and use leaflet drop to break Balruban morale.
So, Ferdinand Gasol had been given a job! He thought to himself as he exited the jeep and walked up the steps to his office in a nondescript grey concrete building. The sizzling hot air of the airfield along with the fumes of aircraft hung in the air behind it.
Against all the odds Presidente Saavedra had positioned him as General of the Airforce. This filled him with hope, courage and optimism for the future. It was a shame about the drugs though. Drugs filled the streets and encouraged the youth to turn to a life of crime to help fill their addiction instead of having shining careers in the Melizean Army, -in OUR Army- Ferdinand didn’t know of any way to communicate his feelings to the new President. And what difference would it make, the youth were still choosing drugs. And there in lay the conundrum, it was a war that Ferdinand didn't know how to fight, because it wasn't conducted on the national level, but in the hearts and minds of every youth of the country. And there in lay the problem, they were left defenceless, on their own, naked.
Ferdinand finished walking up the stairwell to the top floor of his office. He liked to do that to stay fit. He bid hello to his secretary and writing pool as he unlocked his office. It was still a hot day inside and all the fans were on but barely keeping pace. Ferdinands office didn't have air-con but he had personally bought his own mini-fridge. He took out an ice cool water and uncapped it. He took a long drag of it to help clear his thoughts. Time to go to work.
He had lists of equipment that needed approval of the Secretary of Defence, and lists of names of paratroopers to be recommended to the elite “Jaguar Commandos”. That was what he had, an army on paper. Until he actually received his budget, on paper it would stay. And paper doesn't march anywhere. He needed fuel, and a steady supply of it. Without it nothing will fly and we’ll be sitting ducks. But what he wanted was some Hind helicopters. The men to pilot it he could train from anywhere, personally if need be. But for now he would have to wait until the Secretary of Defence finished preparing her office. Isabella Cortez, he knew very little about her really other than he liked the name. Her early life was a mystery. She had forcefully taken charge of a Cartel. So she was brave, but reckless? With a deathwish? Who knew where her loyalties really lay? Well one thing was for sure, she worked for El Presidente Saavedra. The DEMOCRATICALLY elected El Presidente Saavedra. Just like the rest of us. Ferdinand was most concerned about the fuel supply. Without a steady supply and maybe even an emergency stockpile, nothing but the most -absolutely- vital of missions could be completed. Then Ferdinand took out a leaf from his copy of his recommendation paper “I know how to make you fly”. His paper aeroplane sailed across his office room and bonked against a book shelf.
Age: 28 Brief Description & Background: Ferdinand is a Melizean man of Mestizo background. His father was a commercial airline pilot of Spanish descent and his mother was a nurse of African descent. He spent his formative years with his doting mother while he rarely ever got to see his father. Nevertheless they all lived in comparative comfort as airline pilots are well paid. It was only in his teens when Ferdinand started to show the first indications of pride for his country. He first joined the Melizea Army and worked his way up to Captain. For the next 5 years he gained veterancy eventually becoming one of the countries “Jaguar Commandos”, elite Commandos capable of using many types of terrain. His regular duties included ferrying diplomats and politicians all over Melizea, eventually gaining a few friends in high places. It was during that time Ferdinand saw the most career advancement due to his extraordinary sense of duty and that he kept good relationships with everyone. He was known for his skill for diplomacy and multicultural and multidisciplinary approach.
Military or Civilian Background: Military [Hidden Modifier Attached]
What exactly does it take to become a nuclear power? Development of nukes has to be controlled otherwise there will be no M.A.D. and everyone will die turn 1. I'm hoping for a little more humanity and compassion than that... mayyyn.
Just then a body came barreling passed, nearly rolling into the fire it lent over and scooped up a small oval shaped ball before it impacted the flames. Picking itself up, it held a scrumball in the crook of its arm. Then threw it back in the direction it came. “Try… converted” he said. Then the figure turned around to see who he had just bumped into… and noticed… that he was locked directly in the gaze of… of… a Commissar!? He immediately snapped to attention and cracked off a salute. “Gunner Rich Bower 62nd Cladd!” he stated “sorry, ma-am… for the rude entry ma-am. We was just playing a game of scrumball in our downtime ma-am”. He then began to appraise just how much trouble he might be in, and… his eyes began feeding information to his brain… this was not a Commissar… it was, let's see. 3 pips, thats a Captain! Oh Emperor! His body didn't know if he was in trouble or had just had a lucky fluke, after all there was no harm done and he had addressed himself properly for the fault. Then he saw the profile of a proud upstanding feudal worlder to be sure, and with Sergeant's stripes too! He looked like he'd give the 62nd a run for their money if it was a sporting game. Maybe the brass had decided to join in with the rabble for the festivities! What else could explain the officers presence here. He was just lucky he wasn't drunk yet… well, COMPLETELY drunk yet. Lastly he saw a ghostly visage of a Krieger, standing stock still by the group like a specter. What could HE want?
Afterwords he then began to look for a group to sit down and maybe swap stories with. Some strange fella with octopus hair, had his shotgun slung, looked kinda like a voidsman though with all the regiments around with differing uniforms he could just as easily be wrong just like with the “Commissar”. He noticed a Cadian man, excellent he’d always wanted to meet a Cadian, partly due to their reputation, and just as he was about to look away he noticed a small scrawny figure, almost hidden by the dancing light of the fire. He peered closer and the shadows only seemed to grow longer and dance quicker, until he was sure… yes… quite sure he was gazing at another Cadian, diminutive though it may be, it was hard to guess the gender until it slapped a card down and he heard her voice. They seemed to be playing cards.
