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Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Why y'all all german

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

>LACKLAND AFB, SAN ANTONIO
>0400 HRS

Waking up this early sucked, yea it wasn't your usual 9-5 being in the airforce but getting up this early for an assignment, a flight in the less sucked. Gwen groaned as her alarm went off in her room on base, the alarm had become a hated sound by the young airman. She went to slam it off with a fist of steel, leaving her phone silent and emotionally hurt if it too had emotions. She dragged her sorry ass out of bed, like a snake she wiggled around on the hard floor before she regained her composure of sorrow. She had regretted taking an assignment like this if it meant getting up this early, fuck that Foster guy. She had already packed the night before as to prepare herself for this very moment, this moment, of course, would be her most trying. She internally sighed now wide awake in her room, she grabbed onto her suitcase and leave passed which was approved by her command - the wonders of shady friends in the dark.

After a quick shower and brushing of the teeth, Gwen made her way towards the front entrance of her lodgings. She mentally was going over what she packed, her USBs and programs her computer (for extensive downtime) and her uniform and a few other articles. Upon exiting the front lobby she was greeted by a blacked-out, black on black GMC SUV. It was a cool car, but the driver was not cool. He was all tight-lipped and didn't even help her put her stuff in the back of the car. It was whatever Gwen was her own woman and did it herself. She jumped into the car and without many words exchanged, they were off to the races. Except it was San Antonio INTL, the driver went to ask Gwen something but by the time he did she was already out and sound asleep. Whatever it was, it wasn't important enough to wake her for it.

Upon arriving at the airport, she woke up with a jolt to the driver's touch. "We're here, miss." He said curtly, Gwen simply responded with a big yawn "Awesoooooooooooooooome." she said as she pulled herself out of the SUV, the driver had been kind enough to bring her luggage out of the trunk of the car. She thanked him and quickly made it inside the airport, still trying to recall what her dream was. Just another weird nightmare where the hands from her computer almost killed her, it was scary how digital shit can be so real somedays. Literally, people got pulled through a fucking computer! Her mind traveled back when they bombed that sum-bitches warehouse and how awesome it was to fly that drone.

Back, in reality, she had been auto-piloting herself from the reception passed security and to her gate, no issues really. She googled how long it would take her to get there, something like 5-6 hours or some shit like that. Gwen sighed at the travel time, was it really worth it to go out in to buttfuck east-coastie land? She felt defeated as she remembered she had already signed on and wasn't planning to fuck off the spooky guys who called her, besides getting out of Texas was good she didn't really want to stick around considering her situation with her father.

Gwen woke up, not really remembering falling asleep on the flight - no it was not inception as she had thought. The flight touched down, she remembers sitting down on the plane beside some weird old man. He was gone now but the flight was ready to disembark, everyone was antsy to get out of the plane. Like sheep just pushing themselves to slaughter, the thought was morbid but simply what came to mind at the time. Gwen pulled herself off the plane and headed to find her baggage, she waited for all the bags to come flying out from being checked in on the conveyor belts. Doing stuff like this was not normal it didn't feel right. She had been in the airforce for to long to really enjoy doing stuff like this, or normal stuff if you could call it normal anymore.

She hauled herself to the outside of Yeager Airport, where another suspicious ride was waiting for her. Going to check if was her Spec-ops uber, she went to the driver if he was in fact her driver. He was an unimpressed blond, now more awake than before Gwen took in the views. The thirties, body-builder looking guy, half Asian white dude. Looked like he eats bricks and stuff for breakfast, that was cool but he probably wasn't much of a talker either. She did try him though, halfway through their magical drive to who knows where she tried asking what the hell was going on. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Don't worry." The man said firmly, as it didn't really help reinforce anything positive about the drive. She elected not to say anything at all in hopes she wouldn't be killed for breaking any kind of secret code.

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>SOMEWHERE IN WEST VIRGINIA
>THE SAFEHOUSE
>1800HRs

They had arrived, this time Gwen didn't really sleep as she slept the whole day but she yearned to sleep just a bit more. She was tired, probably because she knew nothing but this was the spec ops life she guessed. Stepping out of the car she got the bag herself this time since the guy was an asshole. While taking her suitcase out, she looked up to the sky. It was a good day out, yet she was stuck here. She went to the door and knocked on it. "Howdy?" She said, there was a twang in her voice - she was from Texas!

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Killchain kill...

Bladerunner: Tears in The Rain - [CLOSED]

@Giallo@krismer22 Just checking if you guys are still here, I'm just busy with some IRL stuff sorry for the wait.

Bladerunner: Tears in The Rain - [CLOSED]

I'll post this week, probably tomorrow. Just dealing with alot IRL rn.

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

A gcold rp I'm impressed and tenatively intrested

Bladerunner: Tears in The Rain - [CLOSED]

Only one. How open are you to having an international transfer to the LAPD? I could PM you my cs and see what you make of it before I post it.

@Leerizzle

Pm me the CS i'll review it.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Kk

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Name: Johnny Killchain
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Former Profession: Farmer
Rank: Private.
Specialisation: Heavy Weapons Crew

Delta Green: Whispers in the Darkness

Senior Airman Gwen K. Weissman

Name: Gwen. K. Weissman

Age: Twenty-Seven

Gender: Female

Appearance: Weissman stands at approximately five foot nine, she appears to be of an athletic build. Her hair is blond and is usually in a bun for operational purposes.

Agency/Organization: United States Air Force, 67th Cyberspace Operations Group, Senior Airman (E-4)

Education:

- Del Rio Highschool, Texas. 2006-2010
- University of Texas, Cyber Security - Degree 2010-2014

Background:

Born into a military family, Gwen was an airforce brat from when she was born. Living on base at AFB Laughlin in Texas was unlike what many experiences, the average American usually lives in a city or in the suburbs. While for Gwen it was in a small pre-fabricated house on base with her family. Early on in her life, Gwen followed loosely in the footsteps of her father, he was a security forces officer in the airforce while her mother in a town nearby as a pharmacist. Gwen went to school in town Del Rio where she found her nerdy gift for computers, well gaming it depends on how you want to look at it.

Growing up into her teens Gwen was a gamer, but she had a passion for computers which led to her joining a variety of clubs in high school. The computer science club, the robotics club where she ended up creating a battle bot that would crush the skull of WR-0NG the battle bot of Del Rio's rival high school, the Christian high school. Within her high school years, she had run-ins with the police, she thought she had been slick. Using her abilities to code she was phishing people's credit card information online through a fake site to an online game. She was not enough clever to cover up her digital footprint as the local police along with the MPs came knocking on her door.

She could have faced jail time, maybe it was the strings her dad to pull but she was given a suspended sentence and a second chance at society. That being said Gwen wasn't necessarily evil, but just an opportunist looking to make some easy cash. After her run-in with the law, her father made sure to keep a close eye on her, almost becoming controlling over her life. Gwen attended the University of Texas for cybersecurity, she didn't know it but she would end up joining the airforce after her degree. She had plans to start her own cybersecurity firm, but after a falling out with her father she joined up to get away from him.

After she completed her basic training and technical training she didn't get her to wish and was posted out to an airforce base in San Antonio where she would join the 67th Cyberspace Operations Group. She would work out of San Antonio for a while where she would be conducting various cyber-security operations, notably working on a cyber-offensive program that would have the capability of compromising enemy radio communications by interfering with the frequency of digital radios. However, the program was scrapped for seemingly unknown reasons.

Over the few years she was in the airforce she would climb the ranks to a lowly E-4 as a Senior Airman, most recently she came back from a deployment from Iraq as she assisted ground troops with cyber intelligence. Cracking into emails of insurgent leaders and assisting with tracking and identifying HVTs for drone strikes, and a little bit of drone fuckery. Life was good for a meager E-4 but it could be way better.

Her experience from the occult stems from a cyber-hacking operation stateside, the operation involved compromising Chinese military assets. Little did Gwen know but the Chinese had a shaman on their side, the shaman summoned occult forces to kill the cyber operators - through the computers. One reached threw and dragged a Airman through the computer, never to be seen again. A few more tried to grab others with a variety of success, Gwen managed to get away from the computer before she became, digital - for life.

She was debriefed by two men in black, she was given two simple options. Shut up forever, or die or become some kind of special SIGINT operator. Gwen took the latter and joined up, learning of this digital shaman of the new age. She would take place in an op via drone uplink above the province of Fujian in China, a few missiles later and the target - an old warehouse was leveled. The shaman was marked up as KIA, no one could survive 4 drone missiles, right?

Personality:
Usually, bubbly and talkative Gwen simply likes to keep her presence positive and in good spirits when she is around people, it's just in her nature to give good vibes or at least try to. She isn't really put off by twisted or dark things, she quite enjoys dark humor and that sort of comedy. She has been browsing the dark web since she was a teenager and she's stumbled upon deaths and grotesque material before. That being said she hasn't been the one to witness a death live or be in any combat situation.

Gwen can be cocky when it comes to competition, she likes to think she is the best of her craft. The master hacker, the wittiest among the witty. She can come off as brash or sometimes rude because of how she conducts her behavior. When the shit hits the fan, she does get quite serious and sometimes quiet depending on how much is on the line. She does like to get quiet when she gets deep into her work

Cpt. Zach Weissman - Father

Lt. Jessica Weissman - Mother

SSGT. Biff Hellcat - Supervisor

Likes: Computers, Drones, Reading, A bomb ass movie, Alcohol, Hotels, Guns, Phones, 'Merica, motorcycles.

Dislikes: Big trucks, Arrogant dudes, mullets, Petron, Mexicans, other USAF branches, Old computers, milk.

Fears: The fear of being a failure, she already had a taste when the cops caught her and also being burned alive - yikes.

STRENGTH: 2
DEXTERITY: 5
STAMINA: 3
BUREAUCRACY: 0
INTELLIGENCE: 6
WILLPOWER: 4

Skills:
Gifted(+5): Computer Science | Military Science, Air
Adept(+4): Awareness | Persuade | Marksmanship, pistol
Average(+3): Crafting | SERE | First Aid
Novice(+2): First aid | Subterfuge | Hand-to-hand | Tactical Driving

Weaknesses:

Hubris: Gwen can be very arrogant at times, ignoring help from others and doing things her way because she thinks best. Being the big OL big worm she is, the smart stuff is usually left to her, right?

Weak: For her stature, she isn't very strong and she does not possess a big frame either. Being weak and not big equals ouch ouch ouch in a fight.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: University of Texas sweatshirt, a pair of jeans or yoga pants. White sneakers.
Weapons: Glock 22 Gen 4, 1x30RD Mag, Rockefeller Gravity Knife.
Tools/Equipment: Phone, Personal Laptop, ID, 200$ in USD.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: U.S Airforce Service uniform, along with a tactical vest and frag plate for combat deployments.
Weapons: M4 Carbine, with foregrip and red dot sight.
Beretta M9.

Tools/Equipment: IFAK, extra computer battery, a few USBs, GPS, Leatherman multitool, Earphones, Fenix flashlight.

Sexy saucy rolls from a minx.