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8 yrs ago
Current I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
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Kinkshaming other kinks is my kink, so don't kinkshame my kinkshaming kink.
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8 yrs ago
Grab life by the p***y
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8 yrs ago
Fitness? More like Fit'n'ess whole pizza in my mouth!
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8 yrs ago
ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STOLE MY FUCKING... OH! There it is...
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Canadian English Teacher
Deep fascination with anything relating to medieval Europe, or ancient Greece

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No captured soldiers, just pinned down. We're doing...neither. At least so far as it's been explained.


Ah even better, my group is pinned down, waiting for backup from your squad.

And the RP must be following something. Like, there must be some basis for the progression of events, right?
@Jotunn Draugr

Looks good to me. You can toss it over in the CS tab if you're happy with it.


Awesome! Also, I'd totally be willing to be one of the captured soldiers that are going to be rescued, if it fits.

And two questions.
1. If we encounter squad 7, can I write for Wendy's character as well? Given that she's Fenrir's sister?
2. Is the story following the progression of the game, or the anime, or some mixture of both? (I'm thinking of characters being killed off in the anime, that didn't have to die in the game)
Name: Fenrir Cheslock


Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Fenrir is a somewhat tall man, with a lean, but fit build. His hair is medium-brown and scruffy, with a matching light stubble on his face. His eyes are dark green, and the lines beneath them give him the look of constantly being tired. When going into battle, he wears a grey wool tuque.

Rank: Private First Class

Class: Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment:
-MAGS M10 machine-gun
-B-Type M1 grenade
-A small hatchet
-A wood-carving knife

Personality:
Fenrir gives the impression of a man who never stops moving, but never moves too quickly. Like a beast of burden, he trudges along, always being productive, but never being to excited with any given task. He's a man who, as young as he is, is already used to working long and hard.

Biography:
Fenrir ("Fen", to his friends), was born in a small suburban township in Northern Gallia. His family owned a small lumber company, and was able to send him and his sister to a prestigious school near the capital. His sister, Wendy, gained an aptitude for chemistry, and developed a deep fascination with the development of explosive compounds. Fen excelled at sports, history, and political science, and graduated at the top of his class. When their father passed away, Fen inherited the family business, and worked hard to turn the company into a sizable lumber-supplier in the region. His sister moved away, and dedicated herself to developing some sort of new "technology".
When the war began, and the Empire began moving forces into Gallia, Fen found that more and more of his customers were disappearing, and the supply chains he used to rely on were being blocked and subverted by imperial soldiers. Facing bankruptcy, he received a letter from his sister, letting him know that she was joining the Gallian militia.
Weighing his options, Fenrir saw the militia as a way to make some money while the war was stopping his business, and he hoped that this would be a way for him to keep an eye on his sister. His sister wound up being stationed in a different part of Gallia, but he was still able to request reports every now and then, letting him know that she was still alive.

RP Sample:
Fen's axe landed with a hearty "thunk", as wood chips flew outward. The clouds above glowed magenta, as the sun began disappearing over the horizon. It wouldn't be long before the swarms of insects began coming out, dancing in the cool evening air. Fen's stomach growled, impatiently. This would have to be his last tree for the day. He gave another forceful swing.

*THUNK*, *THUNK*, *THUNK*

The tree was ready to go down, he dropped his axe and gave the trunk a push to help it along. With a cacophony of snapping and the swish of the air through the branches, it tumbled to the ground, landing thunderously.

"Hey Wulf! Adal!" Fenrir bellowed. "Come give me a hand with this one!"

"Yessir!" A voice shouted back, as two young men came running through the underbrush.

Another hour of chopping, sawing, and hauling later, and the tree was taken care of. The three men stood for a moment, looking over the clearing, proud of their work for the day.

"So what do you think, gentlemen?" Adal inquired with a grin. "Should we hit the bar?"

"Again?" Fenrir responded, wearily. "You boys are welcome to go. I think I'll call it an early night."

"You sure about that, Fen?" Wulf chuckled, throwing Adal a cheeky glance.

"What?" Fenrir asked.

"You remember Ava, don't you Fen?" Adal responded, smirking more and more ferociously.

"The blondie that was there last night? Of course!"

"Fen" Adal began, like a boy lecturing his little brother. "She didn't take her eyes off you that whole night. And I've heard she's hoping you'll be there again tonight."

Fenrir gave an exhausted sigh, as a slight blush hit his face.

"Alright, alright."

Wulf and Adal roared with approval, as the three of them went marching into
Name: Fenrir Cheslock

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Fenrir is a somewhat tall man, with a lean, but fit build. His hair is medium-brown and scruffy, with a matching light stubble on his face. His eyes are dark green, and the lines beneath them give him the look of constantly being tired. When going into battle, he wears a grey wool tuque.

Rank: Private First Class

Class: Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment:
-MAGS M10 machine-gun
-B-Type M1 grenade
-A small hatchet
-A wood-carving knife

Personality:
Fenrir gives the impression of a man who never stops moving, but never moves too quickly. Like a beast of burden, he trudges along, always being productive, but never being to excited with any given task. He's a man who, as young as he is, is already used to working long and hard.

Biography:
Fenrir ("Fen", to his friends), was born in a small suburban township in Northern Gallia. His family owned a small lumber company, and was able to send him and his sister to a prestigious school near the capital. His sister, Wendy, gained an aptitude for chemistry, and developed a deep fascination with the development of explosive compounds. Fen excelled at sports, history, and political science, and graduated at the top of his class. When their father passed away, Fen inherited the family business, and worked hard to turn the company into a sizable lumber-supplier in the region. His sister moved away, and dedicated herself to developing some sort of new "technology".
When the war began, and the Empire began moving forces into Gallia, Fen found that more and more of his customers were disappearing, and the supply chains he used to rely on were being blocked and subverted by imperial soldiers. Facing bankruptcy, he received a letter from his sister, letting him know that she was joining the Gallian militia.
Weighing his options, Fenrir saw the militia as a way to make some money while the war was stopping his business, and he hoped that this would be a way for him to keep an eye on his sister. His sister wound up being stationed in a different part of Gallia, but he was still able to request reports every now and then, letting him know that she was still alive.

RP Sample:
Fen's axe landed with a hearty "thunk", as wood chips flew outward. The clouds above glowed magenta, as the sun began disappearing over the horizon. It wouldn't be long before the swarms of insects began coming out, dancing in the cool evening air. Fen's stomach growled, impatiently. This would have to be his last tree for the day. He gave another forceful swing.

*THUNK*, *THUNK*, *THUNK*

The tree was ready to go down, he dropped his axe and gave the trunk a push to help it along. With a cacophony of snapping and the swish of the air through the branches, it tumbled to the ground, landing thunderously.

"Hey Wulf! Adal!" Fenrir bellowed. "Come give me a hand with this one!"

"Yessir!" A voice shouted back, as two young men came running through the underbrush.

Another hour of chopping, sawing, and hauling later, and the tree was taken care of. The three men stood for a moment, looking over the clearing, proud of their work for the day.

"So what do you think, gentlemen?" Adal inquired with a grin. "Should we hit the bar?"

"Again?" Fenrir responded, wearily. "You boys are welcome to go. I think I'll call it an early night."

"You sure about that, Fen?" Wulf chuckled, throwing Adal a cheeky glance.

"What?" Fenrir asked.

"You remember Ava, don't you Fen?" Adal responded, smirking more and more ferociously.

"The blondie that was there last night? Of course!"

"Fen" Adal began, like a boy lecturing his little brother. "She didn't take her eyes off you that whole night. And I've heard she's hoping you'll be there again tonight."

Fenrir gave an exhausted sigh, as a slight blush hit his face.

"Alright, alright."

Wulf and Adal roared with approval, as the three of them went marching into town.
I'm working on a couple character ideas (I'll pick the one that turns out the best). I'm also going to take a bit of time to play through some of Valkyria Chronicles 1 again (it's been a while), before I write out a backstory. Please save me a spot while I work on it.

Also, do you know if anyone's made a character similar to Hannes Salinger, Nina Streiss, or Wendy Cheslock? I'm torn between someone similar to these three archetypes right now.


Omg! I am such a Valkyria Chronicles fan! I have to get in on this, please!
Looking forward to getting Surd in on the adventure.
THIS GUY'S PARTNER!!!



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