Eschatologist

Star wars: The End of an Era

CG-7825/7, First Draft

Name: CG-7825/7, informally "Whit"
Race: Clone, modified Human
Age: 18
Sex: Male

Affiliation: Grand Army of the Republic
Rank: Captain of Gamma Company, 1st Battalion of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, Coruscant OrBat

Physical Description:
A clone with few unique characteristic. Has aberrant blue eyes, as is common among early batchers. Is slightly taller than other clones.

Mental Description: One of the oldest surviving clone troopers in his Regiment, he is a commander who places a high value on the lives of his subordinates. He is straightforward and determined, experienced at knowing when to follow the field manual and when to improvise, but is by no means a risk taker (a factor no doubt contributing to his survival). He is perceptive, calculating, and is still filled with the absolute loyalty to the republic instilled during his indoctrination. He does not share the same reverence for the jedi that most of the less seasoned clones are filled with, seeing time and again the pro-jedi nepotism of command assignment put untrained greenhorns into ill-fated commands that led to horrible failures. He has a stronger impulse than most clones to protect civilian lives, something that he has picked up during his battle experience despite indoctrination ordering him otherwise.

History: Whit has been fighting the CIS since nearly the beginning of the Great War. He entered service four standard months after the battle of Geonosis, and served in dozens of battles leading up to the high water mark of Republic dominance, the Outer Rim Sieges. He earned his captaincy on Mygeeto and has served in the position for the last 5 years, earning a reputation in the Regiment for impressive skill in swift offensive operations. He fought on Dantooine, Torfan, Tythe and Sluis Van, and earned his Jaig Eyes at the doomed battle of Second Kashyyyk under the command of General Skywalker, after rescuing the wookiee head of state during the final siege. He has undergone ARC training, but due to a quirk in the increasingly disorganized oversight of the GAR he has never been a part of or directly commanded ARC troops.

Equipment: Phase IV-F Clone armor, colored red to indicate his captaincy. DC-22A Blaster Rifle, DC-17 pistol as a sidearm. Four frag grenades, two droid-poppers. Binoculars, dataslate, rations (three days), rappeling wire, full medkit, variable-wave command radio.

Other: Not Much

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

I am ok with your character having some knowledge of the Neath, but be careful not to let him know too much. Most of the citizens of the Neath do not know many of the mysteries of the place, and most of the surface dismisses the stories from the neath as tall tales. I would say that he can know things that an average londoner would know, but have some misinformation mixed in, seeing as he has has no real way to verify any of the stories he has heard.

Also, Malkin, you don't need to apologize about your character acting in character. It is fine and dandy, I would be skeptical about touching my thumb to a magical sigil thing too.

Star wars: The End of an Era

I would like to join your Role Play, Nariata. I am interested in participating as a member of G Co. 1-3 IN (Coruscant), as a clone trooper serving under Captain "Whit" CG-7825/7, Eschatologist's character. I have not decided yet. I'll choose either a Lieutenant, Platoon Leader within the company or an NCO, possibly even his Company First Sergeant. I have no clue what if any chain of command exists for Star Wars Universe. The Company Senior NCO could possibly be Company Sergeant Major, since the films had a heavy British Influence. I assume it would be customary to use the same photograph of Temuera Morrison, who played Jango Fett and every clone trooper after him.

@Gunther

To be honest I'd prefer if I had no player characters under my command. Not that I think in any way that your RP would be anything less than stellar, but having a PC under orders would not only slow the actions down significantly, but it would also mandate that either we collude or I have to alter my posts significantly to be perfectly clear about the exact orders given, which would make my posts less interesting and significantly longer.

My personal recommendation would be a low-level commander of maybe some elite troops working in tandem with my unit, therefore having more autonomy

Evaluating the Emperor (Dialogue-fueld RP)

I feel obligated to join this, it looks so far up my alley that it came out the other side. Going to represent that Yang Wenli/John Locke/Fred Hayek flavor of hot democratic fire, ideally.

Star wars: The End of an Era

CG-7825/7, First Draft

Name: CG-7825/7, informally "Whit"
Race: Clone, modified Human
Age: 18
Sex: Male

Affiliation: Grand Army of the Republic
Rank: Captain of Gamma Company, 1st Battalion of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, Coruscant OrBat

Physical Description:
A clone with few unique characteristic. Has aberrant blue eyes, as is common among early batchers. Is slightly taller than other clones.

Mental Description: One of the oldest surviving clone troopers in his Regiment, he is a commander who places a high value on the lives of his subordinates. He is straightforward and determined, experienced at knowing when to follow the field manual and when to improvise, but is by no means a risk taker (a factor no doubt contributing to his survival). He is perceptive, calculating, and is still filled with the absolute loyalty to the republic instilled during his indoctrination. He does not share the same reverence for the jedi that most of the less seasoned clones are filled with, seeing time and again the pro-jedi nepotism of command assignment put untrained greenhorns into ill-fated commands that led to horrible failures. He has a stronger impulse than most clones to protect civilian lives, something that he has picked up during his battle experience despite indoctrination ordering him otherwise.

History: Whit has been fighting the CIS since nearly the beginning of the Great War. He entered service four standard months after the battle of Geonosis, and served in dozens of battles leading up to the high water mark of Republic dominance, the Outer Rim Sieges. He earned his captaincy on Mygeeto and has served in the position for the last 5 years, earning a reputation in the Regiment for impressive skill in swift offensive operations. He fought on Dantooine, Torfan, Tythe and Sluis Van, and earned his Jaig Eyes at the doomed battle of Second Kashyyyk under the command of General Skywalker, after rescuing the wookiee head of state during the final siege. He has undergone ARC training, but due to a quirk in the increasingly disorganized oversight of the GAR he has never been a part of or directly commanded ARC troops.

Equipment: Phase IV-F Clone armor, colored red to indicate his captaincy. DC-22A Blaster Rifle, DC-17 pistol as a sidearm. Four frag grenades, two droid-poppers. Binoculars, dataslate, rations (three days), rappeling wire, full medkit, variable-wave command radio.

Other: Not Much

The Ministry of magic has fallen- they are coming- A Harry Potter RP

First Draft

Name: Major William "Billy" Coopers
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Nationality: United States of America
Appearance: (I can't find a good picture). His pale skin is slightly wrinkled with age, and boasts a history of wear and tear evident all over his body. His brown hair is greying, worn at a moderate length on his head and in a thick beard on his face. His eyes are brown and wide, his nose broken and healed in less than perfect fashion. He is of a moderate height, just touching six feet, but is broad shouldered and well muscled still, keeping in shape despite the relative physical ease of field officer's duty. He wears trousers always, never liking robes one bit, and dresses in placid and muted colors, never trying to be ostentatious. His hands are large and calloused, used to hard work and mechanical fiddling, and his gait is confident and long. He is usually smiling, and his wide expressive mouth reveals a magically-completed set of teeth in excellent condition.

Job title and description: Major, United Wizarding States 1st Infantry. Currently embedded in the United Kingdom Ministry to train aurors in large-scale combat operations

Ambition: Bill is a patriot. He loves the stars and stripes, and wants to live up to the ideal of America as it was founded. He wants to live a happy and successful life, but also takes pride in his job, eager to help fight the good fight against tyranny and oppression, wanting to preserve democracy and peace any way he can. Apart from his enduring loyalty to his country, he wants to live a happy affluent life, one full of friends and family, and to make a better life for his wife and children back in Massachusetts

Wand: 10 Inch, Oak with Chupacabra spine core.
Hogwarts House: Salem Wizard Academy does not have a house system, it having taken queues more from the modern Prussian magical institutions rather than what was perceived as the conservative British ones, but if he were to be sorted into a house it would most likely be Hufflepuff. He is loyal, steadfast, and not afraid of hard work, though he has more than a few Grypheindor traits in him.

Strengths: Bill has spent twenty six years in the armed forces, enlisting as soon as he graduated and never finding need for a change in occupation. As such, he is an excellent soldier. He is familiar with command, is an excellent combatant (his skills dulled slightly after five years of sitting behind a desk as a Major), and has picked up the intuitive and strange skills a soldier is forced to learn. He can field strip a rifle, and make basic repair enchantments to just about any piece of standard equipment, and could puzzle out unfamiliar gear given some time and a set of tools. He knows how to hide his presence from scrying or covert assault. He has excellent control over appiration, and uses it frequently. He is a great shot, though by no means a sharpshooter. He is calm and collected in most every situation, and remembers the infantry adages to great effect. He is physically fit, quick on the draw and particularly gifted at support charms. His best magical subjects, in order, are: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Divination. Since the magical world of the United States is significantly more integrated than that of magical Britain, he would be considered an expert at muggle studies, though he is by no means as well versed as some of his colleagues in, for example, the diplomatic service.

Weaknesses: Major Coopers is a man who cuts the gordian knot. Not that he looks for unorthodox solutions, but that he is straightforward to a fault. He is brash, and wants to get the job done decisively and with minimal losses. In his youth he was reckless, and though years of command has stopped his impulsive tendencies he is quick to anger and always eager to be doing something, regardless of productivity. He is not particularly book smart, having achieved only middling grades in school, and while his practical experience in the field is voluminous, he is not one for knowing esoteric details or doing particularly intellectual work outside a command tent. He is sometimes brash, and slightly too proud of his heritage and too unimpressed by dissenting opinions for his own good, and has been known to make unfortunate enemies unintentionally. His worst magical subjects, in order, are: Herbology, Potions, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, Magical Theory.

Personality: Bill is fun loving first and foremost. He loves to talk and watch quiddich (despite the relative disinterest most Americans hold for the sport), to drink and read and eat good food. He makes firm friendships, and is loyal and steadfast in them. He is highly patriotic, and holds the national values of the United States as he perceives them as his core values: Liberty, Equality and a host of others. He has what he would call a healthy distrust of authority, which occasionally conflicts with (and always loses to) his sense of duty and belonging in the armed forces. He is brash, generally impolite, and set with a bevy of mannerisms and habits that would seem strange, if not offensively bizarre, to most British wizards. Despite his best efforts he finds himself to be chauvenistic, and occasionally makes an inadvertent slight, a habit he has been trying to break for decades now. Outside of danger situations he is impulsive, rash and carefree, though during life-or-death operations he is cool, patient and highly cautious, and in either situation is loathe to put anyone in danger.

Family: A wife, Louise, and a son James, both residing in Boston with his son currently attending Salem.

Appearance of her boggart: The death of friends family and country, more generally of tyranny and bigotry.

Biography/ Notable Achievementss: He was too young to serve in Vietnam, but was deployed almost continuously throughout the Cold War on behalf of the United States, serving large amounts of time in Berlin as a garrison, fighting guerrillas and dissidents throughout the world in operations he would rather not talk about, and helping to guarantee homeland security. Perhaps his most prominent action was his only full scale combat command, in which he and his regiment covertly aided the Afganistan forces during the Soviet Invasion, winning a fairly heroic wizarding siege near Jalalabad, for which he received one of his most prized possessions, his Distinguished Service Cross.

Star wars: The End of an Era

Man I have been wanting a star wars RP for a while now. Sign me up. I'd love to play a clone officer, but I'm flexible.

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

Funny you should ask. I decided to just pull the bandage off, and had you walk into the meeting halfway through. You're there now, being pressure to thumb some totally harmless correspondence sigil. Not exactly the best post I've ever made, but I needed to dump exposition. Things'll return to their pretentiously ostentatious style next post, fear not.

The voice of truth (WH40K Space marine RP)

Now there's a tough question. I was thinking Deathwatch, probably pulled from some Space Wolf or Black Templar successor chapter. Something decidedly off-codex, at the very least.

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

With the Pianist

The Pianists reacts with a characteristically nubile smirk as she is complimented by the diplomat, and nods understandingly when reminded that her detective guest is as such. Speaking after a sip of whatever orange liquid she is drinking, her voice fills the room.

"I do indeed know how fickle luck is, detective. I have seen both sides of her plenty of times, as I'm sure you have too. Regardless, I'm sure you are curious about your situation. I will get to the point; I've never been one for dramatic speeches, the piano a sufficient pantomime for me, you see. This is the the state of things: I represent a certain interested and consummately well-connected Benefactor who chooses to remain anonymous. He, for reasons he has not seen fit to tell me, has chosen you two, and one other who should be here shortly" She checks a pocket watch, impatience visible only to the most perceptive of eyes for the brief second "are among the multitude he has offered the same deal. He promises your Heart's Desire, whatever that may be, upon the completion of a series of no more than 12 tasks, uniquely suited to men of particular importance and capability. There will be some choice in what tasks you will be assigned, seeing as you are but one cell in a rather large network of beneficiaries, but once the agreement is entered such choices cannot be guaranteed at all times. The minutia of the agreement can be read here, though it is dreadfully boring if you ask my opinion." she produces a piece of paper from somewhere, darker brown than usual and covered in minute print, headed by an embroidered signature of some "Baseborn and Fowlingpiece", presumably a legal institution.

"I must warn you that what law there is in London will not view all the tasks that may be assigned as entirely legal, though you will find such trifles mean a good deal less out of the sun. Needless to say, any of you have the right to refuse any task, though this does proclude you from being rewarded."

The pianist, all business through her speech, reclines slightly, getting more comfortable as an elegant smirk grows on her face. As she finds her new and consummately more appealing position, the door opens behind Miles and Spencer, and an offputtingly tan wiry man enters, about which the Pianist seems immensely pleased.

"Ah, you join us at last. I understand navigating London must be doubly difficult for a surfacer, please, sit! We were just covering your particular assignments". The Pianist's face once again hints at frustration so subtly as to almost seem imagined, and she goes over the details of the agreement in somewhat less detail. Once finished, she grabs the document and plants her thumb on one of four strange, looping symbols that seem to cause slight vertigo when looked at. They are swirls of shapes and lines, bordered with dots and spikes, and are uniform except for the one that has been thumbed, which is slightly larger and significantly more intricate.

"The Correspondence, for you who might be unaware, is a very real and very poorly understood sort of magic in the Neath. Place your thumb on the three uniform marks, if you please. Those simply guarantee that a breach in the contract by you results in immediate termination of said contract. Mine, as ordered by our Benefactor, guarantees my permenant death if I or the Benefactor break the contract without reason. A matter of security, and hopefully one that will give you some piece of mind that our Benefactor has only the best in store for all of us."

She slides the paper back over, and waits for either questions or descending thumbs with equal eagerness.