Deadnaut

Reincarnation Wars

This sounds like a neat concept, so color me tentatively interested

Star Wars: A New Batch - A Clone Squad RP [CLOSED]

"Beatdown"

Clone Number: CT-1184

Army Rank/Role: CQC Trooper

Nickname: Beatdown

Personality/Bio: Beatdown is a highly aggressive, highly motivated trooper with a fearless attitude. He's said to keep cool under fire and at home, a cool customer who doesn't let his emotions go wild. He takes great pride in his battalion and their collective strengths as soldiers, and he'll die for that pride if he has to. Beatdown is something of an individualist, believing that the real strength of the GAR lies in the differences between troopers, though he is careful never to mention this anywhere the Kaminoans may hear.

Beatdown is very attached to his brothers, and to some that could be considered his greatest weakness. Instructors have noted Beatdown is at his most reckless when his brothers are in danger, and more than once he narrowly evaded death to help a brother in a training exercise. Between this and his role as a CQC Trooper against mechanical foes, few people expect Beatdown to survive very long. In truth, Beatdown doesn't expect to survive very long either, he just hopes that when he goes, it means one of his brothers lasts a little longer

Weaponry: DC15S Carbine
DC17 Hand Blaster
2x Frag Grenades

Star Wars: A New Batch - A Clone Squad RP [CLOSED]

Yeah it has been a hot minute Jb, I fell outta RPing there for awhile but now I’m poking back in. Eager to see this get off the ground!

Star Wars: A New Batch - A Clone Squad RP [CLOSED]

Color me interest, I love me some Clones

~ Halo: Suffocation ~ - Interest Check

Hey howdy, this still open? I've been hankering for a good Halo RP since the last one I was in a couple years back flopped

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

That moment when I realize I too am still subscribed here

Fine memories indeed.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Marielle had never been one for physical effort, which had made her entry into the Army quite difficult. Training had been hard, incredibly hard, and her class had barely made it through. Only by supporting one another, building each other up and bearing one another's weaknesses, had the class survived. Marielle had been overjoyed to be part of such a group, even if the work was hard and her marksmanship had very nearly had her failed out, her fellow trainees had saved her from such an ignoble fate. It hadn't been one way, however, as every time one of them felt their will failing, or they nearly dropped out of formation, Marielle had been there to save them with encouraging words and a gentle smile.

Training wasn't the end of the story however, the inspiring story of recruits coming together, the kind of tale you'd read about in a storybook, segued into the real story: war. Marielle was separated from almost all of her recruit class and assigned to the 8th platoon within the 15th Atlantic Rifles. She was packed into a train, tight with the others being shipped to the frontline, an army duffel bag shipped with her leaden with what few belongings she had already been issued. She'd nodded off for most of the journey, her fellow soldiers were consumed by worry but Marielle had been calm, drowsy even given she'd been in intensive PT not even a week before. She was awoken by the train's stopping and another soldier shaking her awake.

She trooped out of the train with the men and women surrounding her, soon arriving at the Lieutenant's gathering spot for the platoon. The soldiers around her had all manner of different expressions on their faces. Some were nervous, others excited, others still drowsy from the trip, all around her these people had a riot of different expressions on their face. On Marielle's face was a beatific smile, as if she knew some beautiful truth that nobody else was privy to. The Lieutenant's speech was fairly rousing, though it also made Marielle more than a little nervous. Combat was on its way and she'd hardly been issued her weapon, much less gotten comfortable here in the trenches. She calmed herself with a great effort however and, when the speech ended, found herself aimlessly surveying the crowd of her fellow soldiers.

When she drifted away from the main formation, another girl approached her to speak. She immediately lead off with a fairly cheap pun, causing Marielle to giggle and smile merrily "Ah yes, my travel agent advised me to stay home, but I just couldn't! You're very funny miss...as for why I'm here, I just want to do my part for my family. Oh, um, I'm Marielle, Marielle Oxford. Its very good to meet you!" Marielle smiled happily but, soon after, the Lieutenant put out the call: they were heading to the frontlines early. With a chuckle, Marielle continued "Oh dear, it seems our rest is going to be very short. Lets head for the trenches together, I think it'll be nice to have a friend to speak to while we wait."

When they arrived at the frontlines, the distant sound of gunfire and explosions were...disconcerting to say the least. Marielle had been shot at in training, or well, at least had guns fired over her head while training. She found herself crammed in a dirty trench, though at least her newfound friend wasn't far away. Making her way back beside the other girl, Marielle smiled in an attempt to help the other girl remain calm in this admittedly terrifying surrounding "Oh my, it seems this will be quite the active excursion. If you'd like, when we attack, you can stay with me. I may not be as good a soldier as the others, but, I think being with a freind makes everything better."

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Marielle Oxford

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Name
Marielle Oxford

Gender
Female

Age
16 December 2nd, 1898 EC

Sexuality
Bisexual

Race
Wiltshire, Edinburgh

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Appearance
Marielle's chestnut brown hair, framing fine nearly porcelain colored skin and light brown eyes, creates an almost doll-like face, as if she were made to adorn some young girl's bed. Her frame is slim and not well developed, nearly any muscle on her body was developed by basic training. A shopkeeper's childhood has leant her a near-constant smile and open, approachable stance.

Given her choice, Marielle would wear a skirt and blouse everywhere, but military necessity squashed that. Her fatigues are slightly too big for her, leading to her sleeves and pant legs being rolled exactly one time each to keep them from interfering in her daily activities. Her standard issue boots are well-fit and well-kept, shining in the sun from the many layers of boot polish she applies. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a rifleman's class badge sewn below it so her comrades would know her "Specialty, or rather her lack thereof.

Height
5'3

Personality
On duty, Marielle tried her hardest to be the serious warfighter she always imagined soldiers to be. This lasted for about one week of training before her naturally kind personality overshadowed her attempt at being mean. She's often found in unexpected areas of whatever place she is stationed at because she's volunteered to help somebody she's never met with a job she has no idea how to do. She is not easily frightened, a seemingly endless pool of calmness allowing the girl to remain serene even as the world cracks apart around her. With a ready smile and a joyful demeanor, Marielle makes an ideal partner for anyone looking to enjoy their war effort.

Off-duty, Marielle is much the same as on-duty: helping people and smiling while she does. When she isn't trying to stay as serious as she can stomach, Marielle laughs easily, an infectious giggle that can disable the girl for minutes at a time. She's curious and always ready to go on an adventure to try new things, but has what many would call a rather "vanilla" moral code, slower to embrace anything "seedy" in nature. Marielle isn't given to sadness or despair often, but when it does find her, she'll break down completely, becoming a semi-useless wreck of tears and blubbering attempts at words. All in all, Marielle is happy, a tad too helpful, and has an inexhaustible curiosity about the world around her.

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Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
Standard Rifleman Equipment: Rifle, knife, webbing, etc

Potentials
Angelic Countenance

In battle, Marielle's smile is still never far from her face, easily summoned to comfort her comrades and the wounded. She can sometimes soothe the fears of the wounded or terrified with a smile and comforting words

Helpful Tendencies

In battle, Marielle's desire to help her fellow soldiers is no less powerful than out of battle. When she sees her allies attacking nearby, she'll often leap in to join, adding her fire to theirs.

Respect For Life

Marielle believes everyone deserves a pleasant life, and is loathe to deliver more unpleaseantness than she has to. She refuses to partake in the more brutal affairs of war, particularly use of any weapon that uses fire or aims to deliver exceptional amounts of extra pain

Dad's Legacy

Marielle's no good father has left her permenantely terrified of close combat. When she is engaged in hand to hand, she sometimes panics and loses all semblence of coherency, stabbing or slashing frantically and just trying to get away from the situation.

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Biography
Marielle Oxford was born in a medium sized town to James and Teresa Oxford, a shoemaker and a shopkeeper respectively. The Oxford family was a large one, and nearly all concentrated in Wiltshire. The saying that it takes a village to raise a child was seemingly taken literally with Marielle, nearly every person in the town contributing to raising the girl in some way or another. Given her near constant smile, and her tendency to cry only when she observed others as being sad or upset, she received the nickname "Wiltshire's Angel".

When Marielle turned eight however, her father received a strange letter in the mail delivered by a man in an Army uniform. Her father cried for hours, but after that he was a different man. The death of her father's only brother in a training exercise made James into a cruel man. Any perceived slights against him were met with his fists, and this extended to his wife and daughter. Marielle took the worst of it, often taking the blame for any infraction that had upset her father so that nobody else would have to. Her father was a smart man however, making Marielle cover any bruises he left so that nobody else would figure out what was happening.

Despite this, Marielle was still a happy child, though scared of her father's wrath. She often played with other children and helped her mother in the shop, a task she adored. She loved showing people shoes and watching them smile when they found a good pair, and the customers loved little Marielle and her happy smile. It was one such customer that finally delivered Marielle from her father three days after her 12th birthday, spotting a large purple bruise where her sundress drooped. Though Marielle tried to cover for her father, she always hated lying and was terrible at it as a result, the truth flowing forth after some light questioning. It wasn't long before the local police were involved and James was arrested, the shoemaker receiving no sympathy from the townspeople.

This badly damaged Teresa's business however, and the family slowly lost money as she had to buy shoes from manufacturers instead of selling the product of James's labors. This countinued for years, Marielle and her mother remaining in business largely because of the goodwill of the townspeople, despite the best efforts of James's remaining friends to discredit the business. It didn't escape Marielle's notice that her mother was under more stress however, and the girl stepped up her attempts to help and lighten her mother's load in any way she couold.

It was this desire to help her mother that lead her into the military. When she came of age, she departed to the local recruiter in Wiltshire and signed up to do whatever she could. Marielle thought this was a perfect solution, she'd make money to send home, her mother wouldn't have to feed her anymore, and she could help protect all her dear friends in Wiltshire who protected her from her father and played with her as a young girl. With the last gift of a small forest green hairbow, which Marielle kept safely stowed on her person at all times, she was off to begin her soldiering career.

Affiliations
James Oxford - Father(Disowned)
Teresa Malard - Mother
Jack O'Reilly - Friend/Playmate
Mary McBride - Friend/Playmate
Darren Miller - Friend/Playmate

Relationships
TBD

Character Theme

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Marielle Oxford

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Name
Marielle Oxford

Gender
Female

Age
16 December 2nd, 1898 EC

Sexuality
Bisexual

Race
Wiltshire, Edinburgh

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Appearance
Marielle's chestnut brown hair, framing fine nearly porcelain colored skin and light brown eyes, creates an almost doll-like face, as if she were made to adorn some young girl's bed. Her frame is slim and not well developed, nearly any muscle on her body was developed by basic training. A shopkeeper's childhood has leant her a near-constant smile and open, approachable stance.

Given her choice, Marielle would wear a skirt and blouse everywhere, but military necessity squashed that. Her fatigues are slightly too big for her, leading to her sleeves and pant legs being rolled exactly one time each to keep them from interfering in her daily activities. Her standard issue boots are well-fit and well-kept, shining in the sun from the many layers of boot polish she applies. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a rifleman's class badge sewn below it so her comrades would know her "Specialty, or rather her lack thereof.

Height
5'3

Personality
On duty, Marielle tried her hardest to be the serious warfighter she always imagined soldiers to be. This lasted for about one week of training before her naturally kind personality overshadowed her attempt at being mean. She's often found in unexpected areas of whatever place she is stationed at because she's volunteered to help somebody she's never met with a job she has no idea how to do. She is not easily frightened, a seemingly endless pool of calmness allowing the girl to remain serene even as the world cracks apart around her. With a ready smile and a joyful demeanor, Marielle makes an ideal partner for anyone looking to enjoy their war effort.

Off-duty, Marielle is much the same as on-duty: helping people and smiling while she does. When she isn't trying to stay as serious as she can stomach, Marielle laughs easily, an infectious giggle that can disable the girl for minutes at a time. She's curious and always ready to go on an adventure to try new things, but has what many would call a rather "vanilla" moral code, slower to embrace anything "seedy" in nature. Marielle isn't given to sadness or despair often, but when it does find her, she'll break down completely, becoming a semi-useless wreck of tears and blubbering attempts at words. All in all, Marielle is happy, a tad too helpful, and has an inexhaustible curiosity about the world around her.

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Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
Standard Rifleman Equipment: Rifle, knife, webbing, etc

Potentials

Angelic Countenance

In battle, Marielle's smile is still never far from her face, easily summoned to comfort her comrades and the wounded. She can sometimes soothe the fears of the wounded or terrified with a smile and comforting words

Helpful Tendencies

In battle, Marielle's desire to help her fellow soldiers is no less powerful than out of battle. When she sees her allies attacking nearby, she'll often leap in to join, adding her fire to theirs.

Respect For Life

Marielle believes everyone deserves a pleasant life, and is loathe to deliver more unpleaseantness than she has to. She refuses to partake in the more brutal affairs of war, particularly use of any weapon that uses fire or aims to deliver exceptional amounts of extra pain

Dad's Legacy

Marielle's no good father has left her permenantely terrified of close combat. When she is engaged in hand to hand, she sometimes panics and loses all semblence of coherency, stabbing or slashing frantically and just trying to get away from the situation.

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Biography
Marielle Oxford was born in a medium sized town to James and Teresa Oxford, a shoemaker and a shopkeeper respectively. The Oxford family was a large one, and nearly all concentrated in Wiltshire. The saying that it takes a village to raise a child was seemingly taken literally with Marielle, nearly every person in the town contributing to raising the girl in some way or another. Given her near constant smile, and her tendency to cry only when she observed others as being sad or upset, she received the nickname "Wiltshire's Angel".

When Marielle turned eight however, her father received a strange letter in the mail delivered by a man in an Army uniform. Her father cried for hours, but after that he was a different man. The death of her father's only brother in a training exercise made James into a cruel man. Any perceived slights against him were met with his fists, and this extended to his wife and daughter. Marielle took the worst of it, often taking the blame for any infraction that had upset her father so that nobody else would have to. Her father was a smart man however, making Marielle cover any bruises he left so that nobody else would figure out what was happening.

Despite this, Marielle was still a happy child, though scared of her father's wrath. She often played with other children and helped her mother in the shop, a task she adored. She loved showing people shoes and watching them smile when they found a good pair, and the customers loved little Marielle and her happy smile. It was one such customer that finally delivered Marielle from her father three days after her 12th birthday, spotting a large purple bruise where her sundress drooped. Though Marielle tried to cover for her father, she always hated lying and terrible at it as a result, the truth flowing forth after some light questioning. It wasn't long before the local police were involved and James was arrested, the shoemaker receiving no sympathy from the townspeople.

This badly damaged Teresa's business however, and the family slowly losing money as she had to buy shoes from manufacturers instead of selling the product of James's labors. This countinued for years, Marielle and her mother remaining in business largely because of the goodwill of the townspeople, despite the best efforts of James's remaining brothers to discredit the business. It didn't escape Marielle's notice that her mother was under more stress however, and the girl stepped up her attempts to help and lighten her mother's load in any way she couold.

It was this desire to help her mother that lead her into the military. When she came of age, she departed to the local recruiter in Wiltshire and signed up to do whatever she could. Marielle thought this was a perfect solution, she'd make money to send home, her mother wouldn't have to feed her anymore, and she could help protect all her dear friends in Wiltshire who protected her from her father and played with her as a young girl. With the last gift of a small forest green hairbow, which Marielle kept safely stowed on her person at all times, she was off to begin her soldiering career.

Affiliations

James Oxford - Father(Disowned)
Teresa Malard - Mother
Jack O'Reilly - Friend/Playmate
Mary McBride - Friend/Playmate
Darren Miller - Friend/Playmate

Relationships
TBD

Character Theme

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Dang, I musta missed the interest check on this one. If you're not full, I'd love to apply, if you are, I'll still be watching with interest, I love me some VC after all.