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Avalia

Hans

TIME : Dawn
Location : Berlin Outskirts / Road North of the Moon Elf Forest
Interactions : Ilan My

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He was lifted up with the turret, be felt the searing pain but only for a second. He looked down at the ground as the tanks bull was spewing flames and scrapnel up into the sky towards him. He heard cheering and yelling from below him and he saw the sun rise and disappear.

Was he dead, do you take what was with you into death?

His eyes closed as he saw the moon once more as the turret landed on its bottom in the middle of the road. He was thrown down into the turret array as the last flickering shells went off around him. The main cannon fired and exploded on itself as it was bent, the loud crack and boom echoing for miles and miles to come. He sat there in the heated turret as it slowly cooled itself off.

He looked down and he was perfectly fine, his cloths and all. He noticed his MP 40 was crushed underneath where the Gunner would have sat. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leaned on the back of his chair.

His head did hurt but there was no mark from the fire, he just have gotten some form of head injury, and he was thankful he was relatively unharmed and he hadn't hit many parts of the inside of the tank. But he wondered, why didn't the spitting flames harm him or what was around him.

He poked his head out of the turret and sunk back in as he found the small kit used for mending wounds and he took out what was left of the pills before taking them. He found what was left of the ration. That he was saving for a prolonged patrol, some chocolate, a pound of horse, and small loaf of bread. This was not Berlin.

He stayed inside the turret looking about through his hatch, with only a knife to protect himself and maybe a wrench if he looked hard enough, he had a leather bound copy of Mein Kampf, that would not do much. He would make his way out when it became dark or once he regained the courage to do so. He must keep the Reich going.

Avalia

Hans Hommenmann

Name and Art/Anime Picture. Customize to how you wish
Hans Hommenmann ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:
5’8

Weight:
100sihlbs

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Panzer SS tank commander uniform
German SS flat top cap
German SS Commander field cap
Radio Headgear
Stahlhelm - Black W/ SS Insignia
SS Dagger

Hopeful ⋆ Cunning ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Strong-Willed
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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Mein Kampf
⋆Germany
⋆His tank crew

Dislikes:
⋆Russians
⋆Cities that are compact
⋆Winter

Fears:
⋆Russians
⋆Snow
⋆Urban areas

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
It was dawn and he was ordered to move, he did not say anything back as he feared reparation from his commander. He hadn’t eaten, his crew, the five other boys that were maybe fifteen or sixteen sat below them with what was left of their ration. The small stove they had in the large tank was going with what was left of the wood stockpile.

“The Grumman will bring some more food once we get there… he knows you are Germany's future and is prioritizing us with what’s left of the ratons until we get close to Berlin, it should be a quick drive through the forest, and we shouldn’t encounter anything.” he said smiling a false smile. He had lied to them, hopefully to keep spirits up, there was a possibility of being bombed or going through a soviet ambush.

The tank lurched forward.

Several hours later, they were near, and the only thing he could hear is the engine and churning of the tracks as the heavy Tiger II pushed through the muddy road on it’s way to Berlin he must reinforce the outer defenses. He was thankful that his family lived on the Rhine, hopefully the British and Americans would take favor on his family. The soviets were like barbarians with what they could do.

He looked around outside the tank and smiled as his crew was enjoying not getting shot at when he heard a loud crack and his body shook as metal hit metal. The tank lurched, “To the right!” he yelled out as he ducked into the turret some, “IS to the right, turn the tank to the right thirty five degrees, quickly!” he yelled as the turret had already started to turn as quick as it could and the tank turned as well to face its opponent. “Aim below the turret, go go, Loss loss!” he yelled as his tank thundered as the 8’8 cm gun fired. “Load High Explosive Anti Tank, quickly, get another shell off.” he yelled out as bullets began to ping off the tanks side. “Otto, call in Russian formation moving upon us… We are five miles from the outpost, we need reinforcements.” he said as he closed his eyes and listened to the shouting. He took the MP40 and he peeked his head out for a second before he sprayed the field to the right of his tank.

The tank shuttered as it was hit once again, “Start getting out of the tank, scuttle her and leave out the bottom… hopefully they won’t look under if they are dumb enough.” he said as he looked up, and he kept shooting as another shell hit the side of the turret and bounced off. It shook the tank. “We are surrounded!” he yelled out as he looked all around him. “Go go… get under!” he yelled out as he kept shooting out the hatch towards where the infantry was coming from. The gunner and loader were still shooting. He looked at the two and bonked on one the head, “Go now!” he yelled as the two went through the hatch before he went down and he pulled it back up and he locked it. He went back up to the hatch reloading and finishing that clip as he felt the shaking, and there was a crack.

There was an explosion a second later and he felt like he was getting lifted into the air, he felt the turret as well. ‘Well I am frozen in time flying through the sky.’

Heroic ⋆ Too Young ⋆ Hard

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Background

Occupation
Sturmführer of the 1st SS Panzer Division Leibstandarte
Sturmmann of the 14th Panzer Division

Living Immediate Family Members:
NA

Dead Immediate Family Members:
NA

Current Companions:
NA

Current and Past Lover(s):
Brunhilda Y’grinhammel

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner - New

History :Mainly Find Out IC
Stalingrad
Eastern front

Special Ability (NA may find later) ⋆ Ranged attack/ballistics ⋆ Urban fighting

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Combat and Magic:
Physical Strengths:
⋆Young
⋆Thin
⋆Strong bones

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆Frostbitten
⋆Starved
⋆Extreme lack of sleep

Ability on Avalia:
Pyromancy

Avalia

Hans Hommenmann

Name and Art/Anime Picture. Customize to how you wish
Hans Hommenmann ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Appearance

Height:
5’8

Weight:
100sihlbs

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Panzer SS tank commander uniform
German SS flat top cap
German SS Commander field cap
Radio Headgear
Stahlhelm - Black W/ SS Insignia
SS Dagger

Hopeful ⋆ Cunning ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Strong-Willed
________________________________________

Psychology

Likes:
⋆Mein Kampf
⋆Germany
⋆His tank crew

Dislikes:
⋆Russians
⋆Cities that are compact
⋆Winter

Fears:
⋆Russians
⋆Snow
⋆Urban areas

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
It was dawn and he was ordered to move, he did not say anything back as he feared reparation from his commander. He hadn’t eaten, his crew, the five other boys that were maybe fifteen or sixteen sat below them with what was left of their ration. The small stove they had in the large tank was going with what was left of the wood stockpile.

“The Grumman will bring some more food once we get there… he knows you are Germany's future and is prioritizing us with what’s left of the ratons until we get close to Berlin, it should be a quick drive through the forest, and we shouldn’t encounter anything.” he said smiling a false smile. He had lied to them, hopefully to keep spirits up, there was a possibility of being bombed or going through a soviet ambush.

The tank lurched forward.

Several hours later, they were near, and the only thing he could hear is the engine and churning of the tracks as the heavy Tiger II pushed through the muddy road on it’s way to Berlin he must reinforce the outer defenses. He was thankful that his family lived on the Rhine, hopefully the British and Americans would take favor on his family. The soviets were like barbarians with what they could do.

He looked around outside the tank and smiled as his crew was enjoying not getting shot at when he heard a loud crack and his body shook as metal hit metal. The tank lurched, “To the right!” he yelled out as he ducked into the turret some, “IS to the right, turn the tank to the right thirty five degrees, quickly!” he yelled as the turret had already started to turn as quick as it could and the tank turned as well to face its opponent. “Aim below the turret, go go, Loss loss!” he yelled as his tank thundered as the 8’8 cm gun fired. “Load High Explosive Anti Tank, quickly, get another shell off.” he yelled out as bullets began to ping off the tanks side. “Otto, call in Russian formation moving upon us… We are five miles from the outpost, we need reinforcements.” he said as he closed his eyes and listened to the shouting. He took the MP40 and he peeked his head out for a second before he sprayed the field to the right of his tank.

The tank shuttered as it was hit once again, “Start getting out of the tank, scuttle her and leave out the bottom… hopefully they won’t look under if they are dumb enough.” he said as he looked up, and he kept shooting as another shell hit the side of the turret and bounced off. It shook the tank. “We are surrounded!” he yelled out as he looked all around him. “Go go… get under!” he yelled out as he kept shooting out the hatch towards where the infantry was coming from. The gunner and loader were still shooting. He looked at the two and bonked on one the head, “Go now!” he yelled as the two went through the hatch before he went down and he pulled it back up and he locked it. He went back up to the hatch reloading and finishing that clip as he felt the shaking, and there was a crack.

There was an explosion a second later and he felt like he was getting lifted into the air, he felt the turret as well. ‘Well I am frozen in time flying through the sky.’

Heroic ⋆ Too Young ⋆ Hard

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Background

Occupation
Sturmführer of the 1st SS Panzer Division Leibstandarte
Sturmmann of the 14th Panzer Division

Living Immediate Family Members:
NA

Dead Immediate Family Members:
NA

Current Companions:
NA

Current and Past Lover(s):
Brunhilda Y’grinhammel

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner - New

History :Mainly Find Out IC
Stalingrad
Eastern front

Special Ability (NA may find later) ⋆ Ranged attack/ballistics ⋆ Urban fighting

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Combat and Magic:
Physical Strengths:
⋆Young
⋆Thin
⋆Strong bones

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆Frostbitten
⋆Starved
⋆Extreme lack of sleep

Ability on Avalia:
Pyromancy

Avalia

Time : Past-Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom
Interactions : @Alivefalling@princess@MissCapnCrunch

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Helping move the girls, and soon with the help of the fox man thing, and directions of the girl and the wolf. They had made it to somewhat of a safe area. "It is Jean-Luc... I am a knight of the knights hospitallier... last I remember the french came over the horizon and I soon found myself in the land of witches, changlings and demons..." he said closing his eyes as he looked around.

"And I cannot eat after what I have been through changling." he said as he looked over at the two, "But she needs too, if there is bread grind it up and boil it in water to make porridge or something for her to eat. To me she at least looks weakened from what ever witch magic she used to mend me better then what I can do myself.. and far faster." he mumbled softly, "But feed her something. I should rest... but I think it would be best to find the creature that attacked... or see if there are any others in this world like myself and the burning witch. Maybe find a weapon and shield... Either of you know where a good blacksmith is?" he said looking down. He sat on one of the cots and leaned against the wall.

"We will be hunted, and rock is not the best material.. though this feels light, I do not know how durable this is in a sword and shield..."

"And tell me what the creature named after a demonic god of pagans said? I do not speak your language... I speak french, and some of the languages of the imperial lands..." he said mentioning Hades, he looked at those with him, and soon passed out sitting up, the shield and sword both shattering to pieces in his scabbard and hand, the stones and rocks falling around him on the bed and floor.

Avalia

Grzegorz

Roshmi City
Early morning (maybe 1-2ish)
Interactions : @hide on mana - Half fox thing

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He was not having a good time, having the time change from day to night, being in a world of demons and now being approached by a woman with a fur cap, and an odd but deeper voice, a little foxy. She looked somewhat normal, just that she had a lot of furs on. Maybe that is what was wrong, people were wealthy and dressed weird, yes, I must be tired thought the Winged Hussar.

"Kobieta, która ma futro jako przykrycie, idź do domu, jest już dla ciebie za późno. Przynieś mi twojego męża do rozmowy, chcę wiedzieć, gdzie jestem." he raised his lance back up and with his free hand he waved Kuroi away, looking for someone who does not wear animal ears and tails. Savages and barbarians all of them. "Przynieś mi swojego lidera, chcę z nim porozmawiać!"

"Ottoman?" he asked looking around at group, lowering the lance and letting his horse rear at anyone who would get near.

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1st translation (A woman who has fur as a cover, go home, it's too late for you. Bring me your husband to talk, I want to know where I am)

2nd translation (Bring me your leader, I want to talk to him!)

Avalia

Time : Early morning
Place Near the River Kingdom (burning forest)
@MissCapnCrunch@Legion02@Alivefalling@princess

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The creatures had fled and he stared at the panther as it left, "Run creatures... I will burn your forest!" he yelled as he slid the sword into the scabbard which held his old sword, it was smaller and thinner, but the scabbard will hold it. He gripped his hands tightly as he pulled off a branch from a nearby tree and allowed it to find its way into the fire. There was not much burning but the stick, but it would do for a short time until he found a decent amount of safe time to make a decent torch of some kind.

He turned and began alighting the tree branch had came from before he moved to the two small fairies, looking at the conflict between the fox man and the witch. Holding the branch out as he slowly caught the trees between the two on fire, and he looked back, "Both of you grab onto me... we are leaving, you creature which mimics an angel." he said pointing to Dionaea, and then holding the branch. "Take this and burn every other tree we pass..." he said as he moved his shield under Risa lifting her up. For an ancient medieval soldier he was decently fed. "Hold onto me... you will both need help mimics, we head in the safest direction... the strongest bastion in which I can plea in gods name for aid against the witches and demons.." he said softly so hopefully the two behind him, hoping the flames would spread before they would notice the three escaping.

Pythagorean Sunset

I'm interested.

~ Andromeda - Know no bounds ~

Gothic Paul

Name
Gothic Paul Verran Hessen

Species
Human

Age
22

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Alabama, Earth

Appearance
Dark brown hair, blue eyes, thin and pointed face. Slender frame and build, with some muscle mass. Typically clean shaven, and with pale caucasian skin.

Typically seen with a dark jacket and pants to fit uniform for crew. Heavy black boots, and his sidearm on his left side.

He is sometimes seen in his dress blacks from his cadet days with his newer flat top cap as his new assignment allowed him to wear it.

Height
6’0.

Weight
180 lbs

Personality
Young and more interested in learning and advancing the young officer typically is quiet and tactful. Instead of using instinct as pure judgement he will typically take time to decide what to do. As well as it must be extremely organized. He is not straight to the point with most things he does not know, or if it will offend, or hinder his progress of progressing forward into a different more political field of work.

In his spare time, if you can call it that, he is typically being very utilitarian and spending most of that finding ways to fix small problems in systems he controls. He is not extroverted or introverted as is still learning when to speak and be open in the area of superiors almost as if he was homeschooled and did not have a lot of social experience in his youth besides with authoritarian figures such as parents and teachers. This time is also spend sleeping and eating, but he will usually try to be near someone as if to follow them like a puppy does its mother.

During his time working, he does everything in his power to make sure it is done effectively, as he does take varying shifts through the day and night due to his position, he is sometimes one of the few officers on the deck while others are asleep. But he makes sure everything is in order, and suited for when the next person in his position comes to relieve him. He also leaves an extensive paper trail of everything that has happened during his watch.

Role
Logistical Bridge officer - Officer of the watch
Ensign

Equipment
Vetr IHX-20 Space Crew special. - An assault carbine chambered in 5.45, which has a smaller barrel on the lower half of the frame which can be loaded with three, 16ga shotgun shells.

Styr Standard commision Defense Platform - A standardized military pistol in 9mm

Data-Pad

Suit of Light Security armor

Bridge Uniform

Dress Uniform

Dress Uniform from his college and cadet days

Light Armor and Vetr IHX-20 Space Crew Special

Previous Branch
Earth Planetary Defense Force - Logistical and Artillery sections

Biography

Born to a rich family, and being the third son of the household. There was not much strain on the Early life of Gothic Paul, a young man from the North American Continent. He went to private schooling for the entirety of his life, and soon found himself in higher education. Inside his years at university, he joined a program for young military scholars. Mainly to make officers, to which he joined in his studies of math and sciences. He was well adapted to trigonometry, statistics, and calculus. In the sciences, he performed well with physics and chemistry. In his other classes of military training and leadership classes, the young man did not do so well. He was barely able to keep in the program due to his physical abilities alone. But that he did make up slowly through a later camp.

Once he had finished his life in university, he was soon inducted as a cadet in the planetary defense force of Earth. Where he became a logistics officer, as well as an artilleryman due to his skills in mathematics, organization, and physics. But he was mainly in the logistics divisions, and through that he got the skills and recommendations to be placed in the project of a lifetime. Also his parents paid people to make it happen, he was probably not the most qualified, and he would most likely have several people over him to make sure he didn’t screw up. But he was there, the fresh out of cadets school Ensign. Through this program, his family would have another thing to add to the list of accomplishments, as well as their family could expand with the company far past the stars their current ships have been able to reach. He was the breakout of the Milkyway, and he was going to probably suffer for it. He does not know if any of his family members had come along as well, or if any officials from his parents company, to oversee expansion of Hessen Shipyards and Manufacturing, or if once he was able to continue the legacy of his family's business into this Galaxy.

Affiliations
Earth Planetary Defense Force
Hessen Family
Hessen Shipyards and Manufacturing
League of Human Partizans

Death comes for us all (A fantasy war rp)

def interested.

~ Andromeda - Know no bounds ~

Randy Sumpf

Name
Randy Sumpf


Species
Human

Age
26

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Alpha Centuri IV

Appearance
General - A Caucasian male with brown hair, and blue eyes, square face and shorter hair. Usually seen with stubble. Does have a weak limp from his right side.

Casual attire - Typically seen in a jumpsuit of a monotone or dark color, with some form of outer clothing, either a jacket or coat.

Off ship attire - Depends on where he is going.

Height
5’9

Weight
190lbs

Personality - Nerdy, straight to the point, introverted, will try and find ways out of most work, more of a hands on individual. Is claustrophobic in ships, and somewhat claustrophobic in caves and structures. Somewhat Opinionated, specially for things he would know. Is hostile outside of environments he would feel physically safe in, can be considered cowardly if not in a closed area as he is likely to run during a fight or engagement. But this also may be due to lack of training and discipline. Very materialistic, and is usually over prepared and over encumbered due to this fact.

Personality Off duty- typically seen in a book, having a drink, or relaxing somewhere the has a nice view of something. Lackadaisical, aloof, out of place and claustrophobic around large groups of people. Is more in place with small groups of people, or quiet area's that are wide an open.

Personality On duty ship based- typically seen lounging around, waiting to do his job, or have something that relates to his job brought up. Quick to annoy, claustrophobic and more interested in having something happen quickly. Stand offish at time, specially during briefings as it seems that he is out of place.

Personality on duty planet side- On the ground he is far more lively and active to those around him and the area. He is far more approachable and likeable when not on a ship or confined space as he isn't as stand offish.

Role
Cartographer/Archeologist/Anthropologist (or future version of Anthropologist)

Equipment
Weapons -
Alpha Centuria Systems Modular Rifle system- a rifle that is completely interchangeable with parts to make it a different style of weapon in a few minutes. It can fit into a modern rifle case that is several inches thicker. Set with four standard variations. But there were several additive ones, such as a hunting rifle style of fire with a replaced bolt system meant for longer, but similar sized bullets to which it normally fires.
Standard around size 7.62x39
Hunting varient 7.62x208

Alpha Centuria Systems Modular Rifle system

Tyrell Arms lite, Heron light personal defense weapon, a 5.7 caliber pistol with 16 shots per magazine.

Heron Light Personal Defense Weapon

Data-Slate & stylus
-solar recharger

Backpack

Tent Pack

Thick case

Writing pad and pen

Flashlight

Mess kit

Shovel

Excavation kit

Hunting Knife

2 x25 ft ropes.
1 x150 ft cord

Tyrus explorators suit - a jumpsuit with an attachable helmet that can be used in a vacuum if needed.

Suit For Zero Atmosphere

Standard clothing items

Previous Branch
Explorators United- a nonprofit group of scientists specialized in geography, cartography, and other social sciences.

Biography
Born into a small family on one of humanity’s first colonies outside of its own solar system, Randy was raised to be a restaurant owner just like his father. With his wage, he soon paid for the first of his non basic studies at the College of South New Kentucky at Alpha Centuria. Finding that we was decent at making maps, and he was intrigued by history, he made his own pathway. Soon finding himself in a group of individuals where he met the group which would allow him to become apart of the new frontier outside the Milky Way.

He would continue his studies while making friends within the currently school based organization, around students who wanted to explore the stars. He pressed their president at the time to push the organization off world and actually do it. And there the organization had gotten their first ship, ‘The Stars of Orion’. A small personal ship which could be considered the hippy van of space.

When he first joined the Explorators United, they were starting to become small organization with several freighter and small frigate sized ships based on helping frontier colonies in the Milky Way, and was soon found to be a decent individual, when it became time to choose who would be the one presented by the group to be one of the pathfinders. He was chosen mainly because of his dedication to his work as well as his fundamental ideas of the organization that he could expand it in the new worlds soon to be explored and colonized due to humanity.

Affiliations
Explorators United, College of South New Kentucky Alpha Centuria.