FalloutJack

Multiverse RP (Multiple ideas)

@mattmanganon I'm with them, and if you did decide to run a superhero world, I'm about ready to pull out one that I've been working on involving time. Nothing particularly broken, but I will say that her exploits would cause Dr. Strange to raise an eyebrow.

Dragon Ball: Universe Zero

Hmmm. I'm confused.

@Balthazar007, should I be making with the landing and loring up the Mars setting a bit?

Dragon Ball: Universe Zero

@Double Wait, is it my turn and stuff? We've done the montage. Am I handling the landing?

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

ISAAC BLACK

It was always a 'drew the short straw' kind of job to do, but Isaac had made it manageable, at least.

You'd accurately describe Plymouth Lane as miles and miles of miles and miles. It was a long stretch of nothing but long stretches and sharp turns. There was nothing of importance in it that couldn't be situated anywhere else, because what it was...was nothing but a big, BIG hole in the ground, one that stretched all the damn place. Plymouth Lane was a hole and everybody standing, sitting, or lying in it was in the shit. Worse, it was cold shit. You huddle for warmth in this place, you'd better have either someone to do it with, or aome means of keeping your body heat in and the cold wet out. The winter gear that allowed you enough padding to keep the cold out was alright if you were moving around or out of the path of wind if you're stopped, but sometimes you had to warm up your hands, despite any leather gloves. And let's be perfectly clear, when they had a shortage of gloves because of a failed delivery, they were singing Isaac's praises when he managed to hunt down some local leather at Trebin, helped tan it himself, and brought it in for people in need.

Still, on the subject of keeping warm, he had two disctinct advantages. One was making the rounds elsewhere, and one was actually at his side. We're talking warm bodies here, those who were comfortable around him. No amount of livestock farmer resourcefulness would beat the fact that he had two others to make this soggy existence in the trenches bearable. It made him feel bad for others, having the attentions of not only a kind and attractive Gunner, but having a dedicated wolf-dog for these things. Not to say that either of them was always available. Britta Hagen was a capable soldier, and thus in as much demand for her capabilities as him, routinely on patrol and not always in the same place as him because you spread out your machine guns unless otherwise needed. Equally, Rikes - the Appenine wolf-hybrid in question - was currently at his side, but that was due to the fact that he was highly-useable in this particular assignment and not currently carrying messages around. As a messanger dog, he was trained to follow the orders, gestures, and whistles of any soldier who needed his four legs on the job, and thus could disappear at a moment's notice. He was with Isaac now for his nose and his ears, to make extra certain of things in this area, which was the walk-up into the Dummy Trenches.

The Observation Posts, the Assault Trenches, and the Dummy Trenches were the most-forward points of Plymouth Lane. The OP kept an eye out for trouble and to see if it was safe to use the AT, and the DT was there to make it seem like there was a manned trench to worry about getting machine gunned or rifled from...or for Imperial Soldiers to think 'Maybe if we approach silently and away from where they seem to be observing, we can mount a sneak attack.', but that wasn't likely for several reasons. The first, of course, is that part of the point of the Dummy Trenches was that it looked manned, using cloth dummies dressed like soldiers manning their posts and watching No Man's Land. You couldn't tell from afar. Second, even if you were daring enough to crawl all the way there, it could be the random-ass day that Command decided to man the Dummy Trench and dummy up the Assault Trench, leaving you in a REALLY bad position. There was always someone watching the pathway out of there, and it was usually a Gunner, which meant that that long stretch got to be known as Dead Man's Alley. People often tried to sneak into another man's trench in this war. The result was usually bullets fired, trench knives stabbed, and alot of clean-up afterward. This brings us to the short-straw job that Isaac was on, and the fourth reason that nipping into the Dummy Trench was a bad idea: It was patrolled by men and women like him to sort out the filth.

So, on the walk-up, here's Isaac Black with a wolf-dog at his side, quietly whistling A Long Way to Tyrella to himself, backed up by three other men of different background and role in this war, prepared to end the career of any Imps in their trenches. Whistling did stop as they neared the actual forward trench area, care taken even at the corners of the walk-up, and now...they move along the Dummy Trench, prepared to open fire on any human being that dares show itself in the wrong color uniform. Rikes was absolutely quiet, which...was a good thing. After some minutes of this, the four men and a dog concluded that it was safe and secure at this time. And now, the bit that they'd been waiting for, the part that made this odious task somewhat more bearable: Isaac pulled out a deck of cards.

"Okay, guys. We have some time here. As usual, deuces and jokers are wild, and everyone here may pet the dog while we play. He won't mind, but I will say that-"

"-CHOO!"

"-he does seem to have a cold. And remember, all winnings taken by me that I don't need will be buyable through the Isaac Store. I need things, you need things, so let's all help each other."

Britta Hagen

The Isaac Store was not Isaac's idea. Not by a long shot.

He was a good man, looking after those Enlisted or Conscripted as the alpha of a bunch of wolves or the bull of a rather large herd, but Isaac was only being generous, while he could've also been clever and maximized his efforts to really help out others. If he was serious about it, and he was, he would work to a plan that would develop into a system, and that system would exist within the army trenches to help everyone when the supplies weren't working out or something went wrong. And quite often, something would indeed go wrong. It was after the gloves fiasco, where Isaac went out of his way to get leather to tan and cut and make the gloves himself...that Britta got the idea. Other people needed their lives to continue to make money, and he had often grumbled about how he was taken from his essential work of providing via his farm to be in this army, so the silver-haired Gunner made a suggestion: Open a business.

Not a real business, for profit. A trading business that everyone could benefit from so that things were spread out to those who need and not simply the privileged who get the quartermaster to pulled some strings to get some things. They needed someone who could not be bought, per se, and that was Isaac. He worked to the benefit of others, not chiefly his own gains, and that was perfect. They needed someone who could manage all of this and keep track of the business of it being an actual sort of business, and that was where Britta came in. She regularly checked up on people around the trenches, asked to go this way and that and 'Would you mind poking up at the AT for a while?'. The two of them managed to spread out through word-of-mouth that they were doing this, and that they'd also see about getting the quartermaster to pitch in more. Rather amusingly, Isaac had even starting leasing out Rikes via sending messages to people who had 'bought' use of him, so they had the companionship of something kinder than their commanding officer.

All of this, apart from being a really good idea, had the additional effect of being something of a morale boost for them all. This war had taken its toll on alot of people. She believed that this war needed to be fought, had volunteered to see the job through herself, but she couldn't help but worry for those who were not mentally prepared, and for those whom had been effectively stepped and spat on by their situations within it. By improving conditions for all, they were improving conditions for those who needed it most. Everyone partaking in the Isaac Store knew that all things come around, that this was for their benefit, and it only works of they work with it. Otherwise, it's just dozens of them huddled in these dirt-and-mud trenches, overthinking their lives with nothing much to break it up. Isaac involved poker to give people something to do, Britta sat and talked and heard people for what bothered them most to keep their thoughts in line...and to make sure hers wouldn't go out of control. She hated overthinking things, but boy did she have a talent for it! That was the other reason for this. The more that she was involved in something positive, the less she had to dwell on the things that couldn't change.

Oh, and to be clear, they stated right out that what didn't do any harm need not be made mention to Commanding Officers, especially the ones who might try and make an example of them because of all the wheeling and dealing and trading that went on under their noses, anyhow. Britta was prepared to defend it to the hilt, if it came to it, as was Isaac. Common decency and some semblance of normal life would have to prevale in this war, or else the Imperial Army would march in on them while they're half-dead inside, and Britta wasn't having that at all.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Isaac Black

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ISAAC BLACK

Gender

Male

Age

18, October 11th, 1897

Sexuality

Hetro

Race

United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Hadleigh

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Appearance

Isaac is a young man built for hard work, in terms of the enduring stamina of the working class. He is exactly that in the Edinburgh regions. He can be a running, jumping athlete, but it's not his speed so much as his 'fuel' for such versatility that has him well-developed in this area. That and a strong back makes him well-suited to the trials and traumas of war...unfortunately. You find him as a Caucasian with dark brown hair - always looks a bit rough - who has a few bumps and scrapes that are not actually war-related, but the odd mistaken in his line of work. More on that later. A point of order about the eyes. They're not actually strange, like in the picture. That's just the sun. Isaac has a shade of brown eyes that reflect well in the fire or sunlight.

Attire-wise, Isaac does prefer to wear black, at least under the green fatigues of his uniform. It's kind of a joke that stuck, 'Isaac Black, back in black', so he went with it. Black shirt and pants with belt - as above - under body armor vest, and all of that under a green combat fatigue coat and an optional dirt-and-forest motif camouflage cloak. Naturally, they'd be giving him the basic combat boots, but if there was a shortage, he'd be fine in his work boots. The coat of his uniform has the insignia of a Lance-Corporal, but he doesn't always wear it. Isaac would rather people recognize and respect him than the rank. More on that later.

His general range of expression is often deep in thought or considering, mostly due to the life he's lived, which can get serious at times. Isaac is a pretty serious guy, at times, but he's not immune to cracking a smile, telling a joke, or being properly concerned. And the truth is, he looks like a man who could have real raw anger, if pushed in just the right direction. However, what is also seen is that he appears to want to control himself when it involves those whom he is close to in some way.

Height

5'10"

Personality

The kind of guy that Isaac is tends to first involve him thinking 'Well, what's most important right now?', and then saying 'Yeah, we should take care of that, first thing.' before ultimately committing to it. Things that he's pretty sure are too important to miss out on taking care of, leaving the least to chance whenever possible, generally makes him stubborn to a fault. Bad consequences make him rather insistent, though he will eventually let it go...'with protest noted'. So, if he sees a bad call and he calls it a bad call and he gets overruled, he knows there's not much he can do about it, but he'd want it known that he thought it stank, and if it DID stink...he'd want someone to bear that stench for life...especially if he lives through that mistake.

Isaac tends to be the definition of 'harsh, but fair'. He doesn't want to be party to the rough stuff. The rough was thrust upon him with not enough of the smoothe, but sometimes you gotta deal with that, so here we are. Thus, Isaac tries to mitigate disaster and take responsibility. Should he be working his ass off to keep everybody alive by doing something against orders, he's going to be the one to take the brunt, but he's also going to say 'There was no alternative here'. He can stand up to a brow-beating from a higher rank and counter with plain old common sense, use of the head muscle where it might otherwise be lacking. He's not gonna throw away perfectly good lives for no reason. The point of war is to make them pay more for it.

So, Isaac can be a hardy guy, but that's on-duty. Off-duty, he likes reading and sitting in the sun, letting the world dissolve away with some kinda' drink in his hand. He lets loose the focus of the guy trying to watch everyone's back and cracks a smile. He's not really loud-spoken unless he needs to be, so when he's talking to people normally, he has a kind of calm and steady voice that doesn't excite easily. His kind of fear or panic in ANY sort of situation is somewhat subdued into a worried kind of 'Oh crap'. He tries to take an interest in people, though feeling maybe they don't want to know much about him working at a farm and such. Well, maybe the one thing he does, but that could just as easily freak people out.

What you find out about Isaac is that he's generally dependable. He'll hear your problems, even though he can't guarantee he'll be able to do anything about them. If you need him to keep something to himself, he'll do it if the request is reasonable. What he will not do is let anybody intimidate him, though he isn't the type to just go looking for a fight, not unless someone's threatening his own. If something goes wrong, it weighs heavily on him, especially if he screwed up, personally. A decent guy, overall, and he doesn't want change that. He's not the uniform. It comes off when he's not 'on the job'.

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Rank

Lance Corporal

Role

Gunner

Equipment

Typhoon MK-II Machine Gun - Isaac use to sport an HR-14, like every other Gunner earlier in the year, but technology marches on, and so he sports this more portable lead-spewing hellion that looks like it came out of car engine, somehow. Comes with a backpack full of appropriate magazines for the weapon, standard for all Machine Gunners.

Black Knuckle Duster Trench Knife - A well-balanced trench knife used for closs-quarters, especially in confined spaces, with hand-guard bearing spikes both for protecting his hand and harming others with a quick punch.

Entrenchment Pickaxe - Not what Isaac would call a prybar, but this small axe weapon with the sturdy mounted door-wedge can indeed force most doors open. He acquired it the day his squad reached the Seige of Amone

Gasmask - Issued to the 15th Atlantic Rifles and anybody else going into Amone, these were originally labeled as 'mining masks', but their use became painfully clear when the Federation bombarded the city with gas bombs that only such masks could hope to protect one against.

Rikes - An Appennine Wolf-Hound Hybrid, raised by Isaac and his family to become a domesticate and trainable animal. Sold off in Hadleigh, he was bought up by the army and given further training as a messnger carrier and attack dog. He is still mainly a wolf and does not bark, ever, but functions in the army and responds to clear commands by humans, especially Isaac. Rikes was orignally sent to Amone to pass messages between a spy outpost and the Federation lines within the great city, though was reunited with Isaac after the large-scale gas attack. He is equipped with a messenger dog vest and the vicious cunning of his species.

Potentials

Enlisted Man - Otherwise known as looking out for the little guy or working-class man of the people. Isaac's in this for people at the bottom of the command chain, not the brass. This war is about keeping people alive on his side, dead on theirs.

The Wolf Among Us - He has sharp instincts and gut feelings, stops at the sound of a rustle or a twig snapping, and is ready to tear into the enemy as soon as it shows itself without delay, especially if they threaten his 'pack'.

Sage Wit - Isaac's sense of humor puts him as some sort of wiseguy, emphasis on wise, at times. He considers things, so he can at least try to see your angle, or perhaps find something funny to say if it'll lighten the mood.

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Biography

He was born, which was...kind of surprising, really. His parents thought it was actually safe to engage in the right interaction, in which he was then born during a particularly-cold October. His siblings - Alex and Emeri - were conceived to be born in early summer, and at a different day of the week and week of the month, but you can't quite predict this sort of thing, sometimes. There he was, though, and there he would remain, a part of the Black Livestock Ranch. Isaac grew into the responsibilities of a farm as a kid, helping out with little tasks and chores around until he was old enough to get pulled into heavier work. This was a place of harvesting two things. The first was wearable material - wool and leather - and the second was edible material - mutton and beef - to be sold at the nearest town. Said town - which they were technically a part of, but on the most outskirt of outskirts - was Hadleigh.

The Blacks also had another trade, one that did not involve the death of animals, but rather the training. The Blacks were the trainers of wolf-dogs, the generational breeds of wolf hybrids who were to become the constant companions of human beings, reliable to the core. And do you know who they put to the task of it? Isaac. He and the latest generation raised each other as pups, giving Isaac insight into their line of thinking, how they react, and so on. It wasn't always done right...but he would always get back in and learn to train these creatures right. This is how he got those cuts. He'd had a few that were not exactly ready to go un-feral, and that made them keen to bite or scratch. He was deterimined to get it right, though, so he redoubled his efforts, considered the thoughts of the wolves, why they did things. Eventually, people got themselves some prime wolf dogs.

It came to the point where he got really into it, even enjoyed the challenge, and then went with one of his siblings to go deliver all their goods to a buyer. At this time, talk of the dangers of war were spreading wide. He and Alex were trying hard to ignore it. However, you could say that some people wouldn't allow it. Particularly, a recruiter with the power of draft was taking sudden notice that he was rather-easily moving what he assumed to be full-blooded wolves to a place to be sold. The astonishment led him to confront Isaac and call for his induction into the army. Isaac informed him that he was needed far too much in the business of providing food and clothes to those that needed it to possibly break away. The recruiter insisted, citing his impressive display as a reason for him to make it manditory, that he had a will of steel that they needed, and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. Isaac said no anyway, and umm...well, there were other soldiers right there.

So, he wasn't really given much of a choice. The kingdom tended to trample on personal rights when it came to bailing themselves out of a tough spot like this. Naturally, they gave him a speech about being honored and that he was being given a shot at juumping ranks and using some of that commanding presence he displayed and raw nerve with some other recruits. There were no guarantees, but the alternative was to call him a coward and a traitor in the face of a danger to his country, so of course Isaac had to bear it and make sure they pay him right for this. He wasn't going to do this for them. This was going to be about people like him and times like this, where this kind of problem was no-doubt affecting lots. So, it was off to the army for him...

ADDITIONAL INFO

The time of war for Isaac Black has worn on him in a number of ways. He finds himself highly-protective of those to be found in his squad...provided they aren't being real assholes. Granted, he wasn't going to create a situation where you get abandoned for being a pain. That just wasn't right. However, things have affected him, due to his experiences in combat. The whistling of bombs naturally leaves him unsettled, thanks to the bombardment of Hill 58 after they captured said position. Also, situations witnessed or inflicted by the use of machine guns have, on occasion, made see members of his Squad or even himself at the end of his barrel when his enemy crumples from being shot to death. He and Britta Hagen have an impressive kill count, thanks to their hardware. And thanks to the mass-slaughter of a cavalry charge against machine gun nests, he'll never look at a horse the same way again. Not without hearing that terrible sound again... Isaac has, as a result of all the new advancements coming to war, learned to keep a good ear for that kind of trouble. He was personally part of an assault against armored machine gun vehicles and the mobile ragnite cannon device. He had discovered an ingenious method to ruin the cars, at least. If you can jam the exhaust vent on the things, the whole vehicle overheats and becomes a hazard for all occupants. Even if they bear with it, the ragnite engine won't, and will soon break down.

All of this is not without some goodness entwined. Isaac fully regards many of the 15th Atlantic Rifles as a second family, or his 'pack'. a fair few, he could consider his friend, without question. He takes immediate offense at other people giving them hell for any reason, especially on things like Darcsen hate, since his immediate superior - Jean-Robin Charpentier - is a good friend with ALOT on his plate. Actually, quite a few of them did, so it was always good to look after them all. Fortunately, the wolf-hound - Rikes - was a natural morale boost and registered lethal weapon, all in one neat package. And speaking of those he was close to and 'neat packages', Britta Hagen! That's kind of a long story, but it boils down to he and the Lady Gunner having alot of common ground, a fair bit of competency between them along with a good and friendly demeanor, as well as...one particular night of scotch-fueled passion. These things happen in war, and the two of them are aware that what they shared was at least in-part tension-breaking. It wasn't enough in of itself to say for sure if any feelings they had for one another, but between all the other things shared between them...and half the squad knowing about all this...it seemed like it was alright to make it official.

Of course, Private Lucia Farris wouldn't ever shut up about it, either way, but she was a walking morale boost in of herself...which was surprising, because she herself may've been the strangest one of all. The young Assani girl had been this attache' to their first and most-odious commanding officer, Middleton, better known as Captain Grumpus. The squad seemed to often come together to make sure that she wasn't suffering under the direct orders given by the man who originally told her - day one - to shoot their own people on-sight if they tried to return to the trenches for safety during the Battle of Hill 58. Isaac and generally everyone else was perfectly fine, looking out for her. Of course, the short-in-height and great-in-ability Sapper, Michael Daunte, did one better. She really liked him. Very strange sort of girl, overall, and so little known about her, apart from the fact that they'd been battling to reclaim her land of birth, this whole time.

Affiliations

Allen Black - Father
Erin Black - Mother
Alex Black - Older Brother
Emeri Black - Older Sister
Rikes, Ellis, and the rest of the pack - Wolves that he raised to become useable by people.

Relationships

Britta Hagen - Close confident, fellow farmer, talented gunner, and first love.
Jean-Robin Charpentier - Good friend and shining example of the Darcsen people.
Lucia Farris - Kid sister of the 15th Atlantic Rifles. Bit strange and mysterious, but not in a bad way.
Mickey Michael Daunte - Small sapper, big heart, and great inner strength, even against smarmy POS officers.
Diana Elana Vastergoth - An often-troubled girl, but good-natured and pure.

Alexander-John Middleton - Captain Grumpus! (Or whatver his rank happens to be at the time.)

Character Theme

Britta Hagen

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NOTE: I'm essentially adopting this character from her original creator. If the owner wants to use her in this RP, I'll give it up without issue. I ran Britta after the owner vanished from the last RP, mainly out of respect for a good design. Very little has actually changed in profile, except in terms of character development and normal upgrades.

"You can do it. I trust you."

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Name
Britta Hagen

Gender
Female

Age
Nineteen years
_{(born on November 5th, 1896EC)}

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Westershelde, Atlantic Federation

Appearance
Britta stands at 5'6" and is slim and physically fit from the plenty of time outdoors she spent as a child growing up. She definitely isn't overly muscular of any sort, more or less leaning towards the athletic side of things than anything else. Her skin is fair and creamy with a hint of golden undertones from a healthy dose of being out in the sun. Her ash grey shaggy bob coupled with her azure eyes does however tend to give off a rather comely appearance that most would find attractive. Her hair is usually kept as neat and tidy as she can manage, but spending time outdoors and in combat on the front lines tends to hamper her efforts, so usually she just goes with whatever she can afford.

Stronger and fitter than most of her peers, she boasts quite a remarkable amount of stamina and strength, fully able to carry heavier equipment around in combat. Her sets of uniform differ from the clean ones that are recently washed, to the dirty mud-covered ones fresh from the front lines. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a gunner patch sewn just below to indicate her role in combat.

Personality
Britta has always been a highly energetic lively soul who can't hardly sit still in any given situation. As a child, she was often seen playing outdoors, running around in the open fields or swimming in the streams or rivers. She'd always been a wild and free-spirited girl who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Her parents were the easygoing type and allowed her the freedom to do whatever she liked so long as she did not do anything dangerous or got herself into trouble with the law. It is needless to say that the girl knows how to have fun. She was brought up to be very open-minded and accepting of everyone, regardless of social standing, fame or rank.

In tense situations, she is known to be calm and level-headed, not being one prone to panicking or losing one's self in the situation. Despite her steadiness, Britta is not without her fears. She is afraid of losing her loved ones and dying. Honestly, the thought of war and frontline combat has never not terrify her, but she knows that there is no running away from it. She is afraid of getting shot, lying wounded and alone to die, with people ignoring her as she slowly bled to death alone. While she is not afraid of death, what she is terrified of is dying alone.

Nightmares have plagued her so after nights in the front, but she has told no one of it for she had thought this would be common. On the more positive note, Britta also has a strong camaraderie with her fellow comrades, always looking out for her squad mates to check if they are alright. Once gained her trust, she is known to be very loyal to the point of unbreaking.

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Rank
Private

Role
Gunner

Equipment

Robinson Automatic Rifle (RAR) - Previously using the HR-14, Britta elected to make use of the lighter RAR to make full use of her better ability to get around and flank the enemy. Both models currently in use are actually better than the HR-14 loadout, but she wanted an edge in lightness. She still has to lug around a pack full of ammo magazines, but at least it's still better than before.

Large Serrated Knife - A long and sturdy serrated knife given to her upon reaching Amone for better close-quarters fighting. The blade is long enough that it burst through the bottom of a knife-holding sheath in her belt, and would've damaged articles of clothing if she simply tucked it under said belt. It is very dangerous, and effectively a small saw.

Standard Combat Knife - What started out as her main melee fighting weapon has turned into a back-up weapon and utility device for prying, general cutting, seeing around corners via reflection, and so on. It's still a decent knife, regardless, but she has a better one...and has both of them while cooking.

Gasmask - The 'mining mask' of Amone, used during the gas bombardments therein, and any other occasion where a sickening yellow mist or something near to it can be found. It's a life-saver, but you still have to watch as others who were not saved keel over and die in a gruesome fashion...

Potentials

Fierce Determination: Britta has never been one to stop or quit something halfway, and that isn't going to stop now. Her grit and tenacity will plenty of good in seeing them through this. Sometimes all you need is a good ol' determined resolve to push you through.

Heart of a Lion: With plenty of courage to spare, whenever no one else is able to step up in fear of the task in hand, Britta has no problem volunteering for it. While she does still have her fears, she does not let it control her.

Thinks Too Much: There are times where Britta just thinks too much, and spends too much time in her head. She needs to spend more time of actually doing something, instead of just going over and over situations in her head worrying about the outcome needlessly. This isn't saying she needs to be more rash, but rather to stop being so overly cautious in everything without reason.

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Biography
Britta Hagen was born in the countryside of Westershelde, in 1869EC, to a lower class family. Her parents were Gunther and Sonja Hagen, and they were a farmer and a miller respectively. The entire family lived in the family's farm which included a windmill, and the Hagen family lived a simple and contented life. The rural life suited them fine, and the vast outdoors with its rolling green hills and the blue shining rivers were the children's playgrounds. They helped out in the family's farm and mill as soon as they were able old enough to. The family lived off the crops they grew, and whatever money they earned from selling the sacks of flour they sold to the city and whoever else needed them.

Exploration and creating her own fun was something that Britta and Hans had to do on their own, for the family wasn't that well off to afford them many fancy toys. That wasn't a problem for any of them. They had plenty of playing space, and they could do whatever their imaginations allowed them to, so long as it wasn't overly dangerous that is. As she grew older into her teenage years, Britta would go along with her mother with her cart full of flour-filled sacks that she would bring into the city to sell. It was there in the city that she would open her eyes to a whole new world as the country girl exposed herself to the bustling affairs of city life. She eventually made friends from the city, and it was there that she found that she had both a thirst and hunger for learning about things that hadn't bothered her before, like the world powers, military affairs, how the city worked, etc. Her parent were not educated enough to teach her, so she had to learn all she could from her city friends.

The country girl had dreams of visiting and exploring other countries, and wondering how different they would be from her city here in Westershelde. Unfortunately, the Great War happened, and that kinda put a huge dent in her plans. She was out in her usual errand in the city when she happened to come across a recruitment officer advertising good money for those that signed themselves up to fight in the front lines. Her family had gone through a really hard period, and money was scarce, and the money she got from this would be a great help for her family. Without informing her parents, Britta went ahead to sign up before going home pretending as though things were as usual.

The night before she had to leave, she wrote a letter to her parents and brother asking them to take care, and that she did what she thought was the best thing in their circumstances. As fate would will it, unknown to Britta, her younger brother had thought and done the exact same thing a few hours after she left, and so that left both the Hagen parents distraught and helpless as both their children went off to war.

ADDITONAL INFO

She volunteered to fight in this war, to defend home and country, but some of the things done in the name of that war...were utterly deplorable. Nobody in their right mind could ever like an officer like Middleton, of course. His treatment of squad and lower rank in general was disdainful, at best, but what made it worse was how he seemed weirdly attached to Private Lucia Farris while also subjecting her to much more than she seemed ready for. Britta had heard the past tales of several of their squad, and they all had something in their past or something in the now that caused them pain. Some, like Isaac, were conscripted against their will. Others, like Diana, had emotional baggage brought on by family issues. Jean-Robin Charpentier... Where to even begin? Some were torn by the battle and shell-shock. Others hated Middleton and their circumstances here with a passion. All were aghast by the gas attacks of Amone.

The 15th Atlantic Rifles were both damaged, yet tempered, by the war. Nobody said it was going to be easy. She knew that going in. What she did not expect was to find herself deeply invested in the care of others around her. Britta expected that fighting alongside soldiers would be cold and hard and without love or any positivity at all to speak of. She was wrong. They needed each other, to be knit with one another in order to stay strong and endure the pain and difficulties on the road forward. Isaac called it 'pack logic', looking after those closest to you as you fought to survive. Maybe he was right. Honestly, the things that come out of his mouth, sometimes... It utterly shocks you, but then he hits you with sudden wisdom you weren't expecting, and...it may've been wrong to think so, but she was glad that he was here. He may've hated every aspect of the war, including the circumstances that brought him there, but they were lucky to have someone like him watching their backs.

Maybe it started simply because they were both Gunners, and that they worked towards the same ends (which was protecting the squad), but eventually the two of them became very close. They played off of each other in wit, in battle, in confidentiality... It worked so well, that when they had the chance to relax properly, she even - without thinking about it - uhhh...well...they had been suitably drunk at the time is all she was saying about that. However, even though they both accepted that it was mainly something in the moment at the time, the fact was that it was only an awkward thing when they tried to ignore it, ignore that they had real feelings for one another. He'd made her a promise that night, a promise to never let her die alone and lost in this war, and she believed that he would do anything in his power to keep that from happening. He would be there, and that's what mattered most in her eyes.

Affiliations
Gunther Hagen (Father -- Alive)
Sonja Hagen (Mother -- Alive)
Hans Hagen (Younger Brother -- Alive)

Relationships
Isaac Black - Fellow farmer and boyfriend.
Rikes - Isaac's wolf hybrid, still mostly a wolf, but well-trained.
Jean-Robin Charpentier - A good friend torn to pieces by the hardships of war, but actually...very dependable.
Diana Elana Vastergoth - Cheerful and very pleasant, most days. Often concerned about her family.
Michael Daunte - A young man who can stand up to anybody, despite the obvious difference in height.
Lucia Farris - The girl we all sympathized with, day one, yet...somehow she always seems to have that pleasant demeanor. Either something is very wrong with her...or very right.

Alexander-John Middleton - A deplorable man, maybe not even the worst of his kind, yet all-too-often it seems that he is the one most-spoken about, especially for having been in charge of them.

Character Theme
The link broke. Anyone who has any idea what was in here before, lemme know.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Isaac Black

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ISAAC BLACK

Gender

Male

Age

18, October 11th, 1897

Sexuality

Hetro

Race

United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Hadleigh

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Appearance

Isaac is a young man built for hard work, in terms of the enduring stamina of the working class. He is exactly that in the Edinburgh regions. He can be a running, jumping athlete, but it's not his speed so much as his 'fuel' for such versatility that has him well-developed in this area. That and a strong back makes him well-suited to the trials and traumas of war...unfortunately. You find him as a Caucasian with dark brown hair - always looks a bit rough - who has a few bumps and scrapes that are not actually war-related, but the odd mistaken in his line of work. More on that later. A point of order about the eyes. They're not actually strange, like in the picture. That's just the sun. Isaac has a shade of brown eyes that reflect well in the fire or sunlight.

Attire-wise, Isaac does prefer to wear black, at least under the green fatigues of his uniform. It's kind of a joke that stuck, 'Isaac Black, back in black', so he went with it. Black shirt and pants with belt - as above - under body armor vest, and all of that under a green combat fatigue coat and an optional dirt-and-forest motif camouflage cloak. Naturally, they'd be giving him the basic combat boots, but if there was a shortage, he'd be fine in his work boots. The coat of his uniform has the insignia of a Lance-Corporal, but he doesn't always wear it. Isaac would rather people recognize and respect him than the rank. More on that later.

His general range of expression is often deep in thought or considering, mostly due to the life he's lived, which can get serious at times. Isaac is a pretty serious guy, at times, but he's not immune to cracking a smile, telling a joke, or being properly concerned. And the truth is, he looks like a man who could have real raw anger, if pushed in just the right direction. However, what is also seen is that he appears to want to control himself when it involves those whom he is close to in some way.

Height

5'10"

Personality

The kind of guy that Isaac is tends to first involve him thinking 'Well, what's most important right now?', and then saying 'Yeah, we should take care of that, first thing.' before ultimately committing to it. Things that he's pretty sure are too important to miss out on taking care of, leaving the least to chance whenever possible, generally makes him stubborn to a fault. Bad consequences make him rather insistent, though he will eventually let it go...'with protest noted'. So, if he sees a bad call and he calls it a bad call and he gets overruled, he knows there's not much he can do about it, but he'd want it known that he thought it stank, and if it DID stink...he'd want someone to bear that stench for life...especially if he lives through that mistake.

Isaac tends to be the definition of 'harsh, but fair'. He doesn't want to be party to the rough stuff. The rough was thrust upon him with not enough of the smoothe, but sometimes you gotta deal with that, so here we are. Thus, Isaac tries to mitigate disaster and take responsibility. Should he be working his ass off to keep everybody alive by doing something against orders, he's going to be the one to take the brunt, but he's also going to say 'There was no alternative here'. He can stand up to a brow-beating from a higher rank and counter with plain old common sense, use of the head muscle where it might otherwise be lacking. He's not gonna throw away perfectly good lives for no reason. The point of war is to make them pay more for it.

So, Isaac can be a hardy guy, but that's on-duty. Off-duty, he likes reading and sitting in the sun, letting the world dissolve away with some kinda' drink in his hand. He lets loose the focus of the guy trying to watch everyone's back and cracks a smile. He's not really loud-spoken unless he needs to be, so when he's talking to people normally, he has a kind of calm and steady voice that doesn't excite easily. His kind of fear or panic in ANY sort of situation is somewhat subdued into a worried kind of 'Oh crap'. He tries to take an interest in people, though feeling maybe they don't want to know much about him working at a farm and such. Well, maybe the one thing he does, but that could just as easily freak people out.

What you find out about Isaac is that he's generally dependable. He'll hear your problems, even though he can't guarantee he'll be able to do anything about them. If you need him to keep something to himself, he'll do it if the request is reasonable. What he will not do is let anybody intimidate him, though he isn't the type to just go looking for a fight, not unless someone's threatening his own. If something goes wrong, it weighs heavily on him, especially if he screwed up, personally. A decent guy, overall, and he doesn't want change that. He's not the uniform. It comes off when he's not 'on the job'.

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Rank

Lance Corporal

Role

Gunner

Equipment

Typhoon MK-II Machine Gun - Isaac use to sport an HR-14, like every other Gunner earlier in the year, but technology marches on, and so he sports this more portable lead-spewing hellion that looks like it came out of car engine, somehow. Comes with a backpack full of appropriate magazines for the weapon, standard for all Machine Gunners.

Black Knuckle Duster Trench Knife - A well-balanced trench knife used for closs-quarters, especially in confined spaces, with hand-guard bearing spikes both for protecting his hand and harming others with a quick punch.

Combination Hatchet/Prybar - Not what Isaac would call a prybar, but this small axe weapon with the sturdy mounted door-wedge can indeed force most doors open. He acquired it the day his squad reached the Seige of Amone

Padded Flak Vest - He's had this from the beginning, a strap-on black vest given to Isaac by his Drill Sergeant as a token of respect for his fighting skills, in that he wanted the recruit to live a little longer to make use of said skills. It's blocked a few shots that could've really put him down in a number of close calls, but it's still good.

Gasmask - Issued to the 15th Atlantic Rifles and anybody else going into Amone, these were originally labeled as 'mining masks', but their use became painfully clear when the Federation bombarded the city with gas bombs that only such masks could hope to protect one against.

Rikes - An Appennine Wolf-Hound Hybrid, raised by Isaac and his family to become a domesticate and trainable animal. Sold off in Hadleigh, he was bought up by the army and given further training as a messnger carrier and attack dog. He is still mainly a wolf and does not bark, ever, but functions in the army and responds to clear commands by humans, especially Isaac. Rikes was sent to Amone to pass messages between a spy outpost and the Federation lines within the great city. He is equipped with a messenger dog vest and the vicious cunning of his species.

Potentials

Enlisted Man - Otherwise known as looking out for the little guy or working-class man of the people. Isaac's in this for people at the bottom of the command chain, not the brass. This war is about keeping people alive on his side, dead on theirs.

The Wolf Among Us - He has sharp instincts and gut feelings, stops at the sound of a rustle or a twig snapping, and is ready to tear into the enemy as soon as it shows itself without delay, especially if they threaten his 'pack'.

Sage Wit - Isaac's sense of humor puts him as some sort of wiseguy, emphasis on wise, at times. He considers things, so he can at least try to see your angle, or perhaps find something funny to say if it'll lighten the mood.

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Biography

He was born, which was...kind of surprising, really. His parents thought it was actually safe to engage in the right interaction, in which he was then born during a particularly-cold October. His siblings - Alex and Emeri - were conceived to be born in early summer, and at a different day of the week and week of the month, but you can't quite predict this sort of thing, sometimes. There he was, though, and there he would remain, a part of the Black Livestock Ranch. Isaac grew into the responsibilities of a farm as a kid, helping out with little tasks and chores around until he was old enough to get pulled into heavier work. This was a place of harvesting two things. The first was wearable material - wool and leather - and the second was edible material - mutton and beef - to be sold at the nearest town. Said town - which they were technically a part of, but on the most outskirt of outskirts - was Hadleigh.

The Blacks also had another trade, one that did not involve the death of animals, but rather the training. The Blacks were the trainers of wolf-dogs, the generational breeds of wolf hybrids who were to become the constant companions of human beings, reliable to the core. And do you know who they put to the task of it? Isaac. He and the latest generation raised each other as pups, giving Isaac insight into their line of thinking, how they react, and so on. It wasn't always done right...but he would always get back in and learn to train these creatures right. This is how he got those cuts. He'd had a few that were not exactly ready to go un-feral, and that made them keen to bite or scratch. He was deterimined to get it right, though, so he redoubled his efforts, considered the thoughts of the wolves, why they did things. Eventually, people got themselves some prime wolf dogs.

It came to the point where he got really into it, even enjoyed the challenge, and then went with one of his siblings to go deliver all their goods to a buyer. At this time, talk of the dangers of war were spreading wide. He and Alex were trying hard to ignore it. However, you could say that some people wouldn't allow it. Particularly, a recruiter with the power of draft was taking sudden notice that he was rather-easily moving what he assumed to be full-blooded wolves to a place to be sold. The astonishment led him to confront Isaac and call for his induction into the army. Isaac informed him that he was needed far too much in the business of providing food and clothes to those that needed it to possibly break away. The recruiter insisted, citing his impressive display as a reason for him to make it manditory, that he had a will of steel that they needed, and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. Isaac said no anyway, and umm...well, there were other soldiers right there.

So, he wasn't really given much of a choice. The kingdom tended to trample on personal rights when it came to bailing themselves out of a tough spot like this. Naturally, they gave him a speech about being honored and that he was being given a shot at juumping ranks and using some of that commanding presence he displayed and raw nerve with some other recruits. There were no guarantees, but the alternative was to call him a coward and a traitor in the face of a danger to his country, so of course Isaac had to bear it and make sure they pay him right for this. He wasn't going to do this for them. This was going to be about people like him and times like this, where this kind of problem was no-doubt affecting lots. So, it was off to the army for him...

ADDITIONAL INFO

The time of war for Isaac Black has worn on him in a number of ways. He finds himself highly-protective of those to be found in his squad...provided they aren't being real assholes. Granted, he wasn't going to create a situation where you get abandoned for being a pain. That just wasn't right. However, things have affected him, due to his experiences in combat. The whistling of bombs naturally leaves him unsettled, thanks to the bombardment of Hill 58 after they captured said position. Also, situations witnessed or inflicted by the use of machine guns have, on occasion, made himself members of his Squad or even himself at the end of his barrel when they crumple from being shot to death. He and Britta Hagen have an impressive kill count, thanks to their hardware. And thanks to the mass-slaughter of a cavalry charge against machine gun nests, he'll never look at a horse the same way again. Not without hearing that terrible sound again... Isaac has, as a result of all the new advancements coming to war, learned to keep a good ear for that kind of trouble. He was personally part of an assault against armored machine gun vehicles and the mobile ragnite cannon device. He had discovered an ingenious method to ruin the cars, at least. If you can jam the exhaust vent on the things, the whole vehicle overheats and becomes a hazard for all occupants. Even if they bear with it, the ragnite engine won't, and will soon break down.

All of this is not without some goodness entwined. Isaac fully regards many of the 15th Atlantic Rifles as a second family, or his 'pack'. a fair few, he could consider his friend, without question. He takes immediate offense at other people giving them hell for any reason, especially on things like Darcsen hate, since his immediate superior - Jean-Robin Charpentier - is a good friend with ALOT on his plate. Actually, quite a few of them did, so it was always good to look after them all. Fortunately, the wolf-hound - Rikes - was a natural morale boost and registered lethal weapon, all in one neat package. And speaking of those he was close to and 'neat packages', Britta Hagen! That's kind of a long story, but it boils down to he and the Lady Gunner having alot of common ground, a fair bit of competency between them along with a good and friendly demeanor, as well as...one particular night of scotch-fueled passion. These things happen in war, and the two of them are aware that what they shared was at least in-part tension-breaking. It wasn't enough in of itself to say for sure if any feelings they had for one another, but between all the other things shared between them...and half the squad knowing about all this...it seemed like it was alright to make it official.

Of course, Private Lucia Farris wouldn't ever shut up about it, either way, but she was a walking morale boost in of herself...which was surprising, because she herself may've been the strangest one of all. The young Assani girl had been this attache' to their first and most-odious commanding officer, Middleton, better known as Captain Grumpus. The squad seemed to often come together to make sure that she wasn't suffering under the direct orders given by the man who originally told her - day one - to shoot their own people on-sight if they tried to return to the trenches for safety during the Battle of Hill 58. Isaac and generally everyone else was perfectly fine, looking out for her. Of course, the short-in-height and great-in-ability Sapper, Michael Daunte, did one better. She really liked him. Very strange sort of girl, overall, and so little known about her, apart from the fact that they'd been battling to reclaim her land of birth, this whole time.

Affiliations

Allen Black - Father
Erin Black - Mother
Alex Black - Older Brother
Emeri Black - Older Sister
Rikes, Ellis, and the rest of the pack - Wolves that he raised to become useable by people.

Relationships

Britta Hagen - Close confident, fellow farmer, talented gunner, and first love.
Jean-Robin Charpentier - Good friend and shining example of the Darcsen people.
Lucia Farris - Kid sister of the 15th Atlantic Rifles. Bit strange and mysterious, but not in a bad way.
Mickey Michael Daunte - Small sapper, big heart, and great inner strength, even against smarmy POS officers.
Diana Elana Vastergoth - An often-troubled girl, but good-natured and pure.

Alexander-John Middleton - Captain Grumpus! (Or whatver his rank happens to be at the time.)

Character Theme

Britta Hagen

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NOTE: I'm essentially adopting this character from her original creator. If the owner wants to use her in this RP, I'll give it up without issue. I ran Britta after the owner vanished from the last RP, mainly out of respect for a good design. Very little has actually changed in profile, except in terms of character development and normal upgrades.

"You can do it. I trust you."

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Name
Britta Hagen

Gender
Female

Age
Nineteen years
_{(born on November 5th, 1896EC)}

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Westershelde, Atlantic Federation

Appearance
Britta stands at 5'6" and is slim and physically fit from the plenty of time outdoors she spent as a child growing up. She definitely isn't overly muscular of any sort, more or less leaning towards the athletic side of things than anything else. Her skin is fair and creamy with a hint of golden undertones from a healthy dose of being out in the sun. Her ash grey shaggy bob coupled with her azure eyes does however tend to give off a rather comely appearance that most would find attractive. Her hair is usually kept as neat and tidy as she can manage, but spending time outdoors and in combat on the front lines tends to hamper her efforts, so usually she just goes with whatever she can afford.

Stronger and fitter than most of her peers, she boasts quite a remarkable amount of stamina and strength, fully able to carry heavier equipment around in combat. Her sets of uniform differ from the clean ones that are recently washed, to the dirty mud-covered ones fresh from the front lines. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a gunner patch sewn just below to indicate her role in combat.

Personality
Britta has always been a highly energetic lively soul who can't hardly sit still in any given situation. As a child, she was often seen playing outdoors, running around in the open fields or swimming in the streams or rivers. She'd always been a wild and free-spirited girl who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Her parents were the easygoing type and allowed her the freedom to do whatever she liked so long as she did not do anything dangerous or got herself into trouble with the law. It is needless to say that the girl knows how to have fun. She was brought up to be very open-minded and accepting of everyone, regardless of social standing, fame or rank.

In tense situations, she is known to be calm and level-headed, not being one prone to panicking or losing one's self in the situation. Despite her steadiness, Britta is not without her fears. She is afraid of losing her loved ones and dying. Honestly, the thought of war and frontline combat has never not terrify her, but she knows that there is no running away from it. She is afraid of getting shot, lying wounded and alone to die, with people ignoring her as she slowly bled to death alone. While she is not afraid of death, what she is terrified of is dying alone.

Nightmares have plagued her so after nights in the front, but she has told no one of it for she had thought this would be common. On the more positive note, Britta also has a strong camaraderie with her fellow comrades, always looking out for her squad mates to check if they are alright. Once gained her trust, she is known to be very loyal to the point of unbreaking.

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Rank
Private

Role
Gunner

Equipment

Robinson Automatic Rifle (RAR) - Previously using the HR-14, Britta elected to make use of the lighter RAR to make full use of her better ability to get around and flank the enemy. Both models currently in use are actually better than the HR-14 loadout, but she wanted an edge in lightness. She still has to lug around a pack full of ammo magazines, but at least it's still better than before.

Large Serrated Knife - A long and sturdy serrated knife given to her upon reaching Amone for better close-quarters fighting. The blade is long enough that it burst through the bottom of a knife-holding sheath in her belt, and would've damaged articles of clothing if she simply tucked it under said belt. It is very dangerous, and effectively a small saw.

Standard Combat Knife - What started out as her main melee fighting weapon has turned into a back-up weapon and utility device for prying, general cutting, seeing around corners via reflection, and so on. It's still a decent knife, regardless, but she has a better one...and has both of them while cooking.

Gasmask - The 'mining mask' of Amone, used during the gas bombardments therein, and any other occasion where a sickening yellow mist or something near to it can be found. It's a life-saver, but you still have to watch as others who were not saved keel over and die in a gruesome fashion...

Potentials

Fierce Determination: Britta has never been one to stop or quit something halfway, and that isn't going to stop now. Her grit and tenacity will plenty of good in seeing them through this. Sometimes all you need is a good ol' determined resolve to push you through.

Heart of a Lion: With plenty of courage to spare, whenever no one else is able to step up in fear of the task in hand, Britta has no problem volunteering for it. While she does still have her fears, she does not let it control her.

Thinks Too Much: There are times where Britta just thinks too much, and spends too much time in her head. She needs to spend more time of actually doing something, instead of just going over and over situations in her head worrying about the outcome needlessly. This isn't saying she needs to be more rash, but rather to stop being so overly cautious in everything without reason.

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Biography
Britta Hagen was born in the countryside of Westershelde, in 1869EC, to a lower class family. Her parents were Gunther and Sonja Hagen, and they were a farmer and a miller respectively. The entire family lived in the family's farm which included a windmill, and the Hagen family lived a simple and contented life. The rural life suited them fine, and the vast outdoors with its rolling green hills and the blue shining rivers were the children's playgrounds. They helped out in the family's farm and mill as soon as they were able old enough to. The family lived off the crops they grew, and whatever money they earned from selling the sacks of flour they sold to the city and whoever else needed them.

Exploration and creating her own fun was something that Britta and Hans had to do on their own, for the family wasn't that well off to afford them many fancy toys. That wasn't a problem for any of them. They had plenty of playing space, and they could do whatever their imaginations allowed them to, so long as it wasn't overly dangerous that is. As she grew older into her teenage years, Britta would go along with her mother with her cart full of flour-filled sacks that she would bring into the city to sell. It was there in the city that she would open her eyes to a whole new world as the country girl exposed herself to the bustling affairs of city life. She eventually made friends from the city, and it was there that she found that she had both a thirst and hunger for learning about things that hadn't bothered her before, like the world powers, military affairs, how the city worked, etc. Her parent were not educated enough to teach her, so she had to learn all she could from her city friends.

The country girl had dreams of visiting and exploring other countries, and wondering how different they would be from her city here in Westershelde. Unfortunately, the Great War happened, and that kinda put a huge dent in her plans. She was out in her usual errand in the city when she happened to come across a recruitment officer advertising good money for those that signed themselves up to fight in the front lines. Her family had gone through a really hard period, and money was scarce, and the money she got from this would be a great help for her family. Without informing her parents, Britta went ahead to sign up before going home pretending as though things were as usual.

The night before she had to leave, she wrote a letter to her parents and brother asking them to take care, and that she did what she thought was the best thing in their circumstances. As fate would will it, unknown to Britta, her younger brother had thought and done the exact same thing a few hours after she left, and so that left both the Hagen parents distraught and helpless as both their children went off to war.

ADDITONAL INFO

She volunteered to fight in this war, to defend home and country, but some of the things done in the name of that war...were utterly deplorable. Nobody in their right mind could ever like an officer like Middleton, of course. His treatment of squad and lower rank in general was disdainful, at best, but what made it worse was how he seemed weirdly attached to Private Lucia Farris while also subjecting her to much more than she seemed ready for. Britta had heard the past tales of several of their squad, and they all had something in their past or something in the now that caused them pain. Some, like Isaac, were conscripted against their will. Others, like Diana, had emotional baggage brought on by family issues. Jean-Robin Charpentier... Where to even begin? Some were torn by the battle and shell-shock. Others hated Middleton and their circumstances here with a passion. All were aghast by the gas attacks of Amone.

The 15th Atlantic Rifles were both damaged, yet tempered, by the war. Nobody said it was going to be easy. She knew that going in. What she did not expect was to find herself deeply invested in the care of others around her. Britta expected that fighting alongside soldiers would be cold and hard and without love or any positivity at all to speak of. She was wrong. They needed each other, to be knit with one another in order to stay strong and endure the pain and difficulties on the road forward. Isaac called it 'pack logic', looking after those closest to you as you fought to survive. Maybe he was right. Honestly, the things that come out of his mouth, sometimes... It utterly shocks you, but then he hits you with sudden wisdom you weren't expecting, and...it may've been wrong to think so, but she was glad that he was here. He may've hated every aspect of the war, including the circumstances that brought him there, but they were lucky to have someone like him watching their backs.

Maybe it started simply because they were both Gunners, and that they worked towards the same ends (which was protecting the squad), but eventually the two of them became very close. They played off of each other in wit, in battle, in confidentiality... It worked so well, that when they had the chance to relax properly, she even - without thinking about it - uhhh...well...they had been suitably drunk at the time is all she was saying about that. However, even though they both accepted that it was mainly something in the moment at the time, the fact was that it was only an awkward thing when they tried to ignore it, ignore that they had real feelings for one another. He'd made her a promise that night, a promise to never let her die alone and lost in this war, and she believed that he would do anything in his power to keep that from happening. He would be there, and that's what mattered most in her eyes.

Affiliations
Gunther Hagen (Father -- Alive)
Sonja Hagen (Mother -- Alive)
Hans Hagen (Younger Brother -- Alive)

Relationships
Isaac Black - Fellow farmer and boyfriend.
Rikes - Isaac's wolf hybrid, still mostly a wolf, but well-trained.
Jean-Robin Charpentier - A good friend torn to pieces by the hardships of war, but actually...very dependable.
Diana Elana Vastergoth - Cheerful and very pleasant, most days. Often concerned about her family.
Michael Daunte - A young man who can stand up to anybody, despite the obvious difference in height.
Lucia Farris - The girl we all sympathized with, day one, yet...somehow she always seems to have that pleasant demeanor. Either something is very wrong with her...or very right.

Alexander-John Middleton - A deplorable man, maybe not even the worst of his kind, yet all-too-often it seems that he is the one most-spoken about, especially for having been in charge of them.

Character Theme
The link broke. Anyone who has any idea what was in here before, lemme know.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Mistake.

Delete, please.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Reporting for duty!

Dragon Ball: Universe Zero

@Balthazar007 Anything I should know/do before proceeding here?

Dragon Ball: Universe Zero

@Double Well, it partly depends on who has what information and definitely how it's actually handled. It's less likely to be on a government's shitlist if it turns out the dirty company in question wasn't just dirty, but literally intending them harm or collaborating with those who would. If the goal here is to reveal information and scandalize the MMC to let the proper authorities judge them for their mass-murder/sabotage, then it is those in charge who will flambe' the corp. It's hard to say at this juncture, because we dunno what the company will resort to in order to stop a guy who's barely committed a crime. If they pile alot of shit on us, then we were just responding to it. We'll see, later on.