Navy_Vet — Roleplayer Guild

I am looking for a couple of RP partners, if you're interested PM me. If I'm online come to chat and PM me there it's alot faster. I am a 31 year old man. I am also a Navy veteran, I have a wide variety of taste when it comes to RP's and I'm open to almost anything. I do not smut just for the heck of it I like a good story. I do not enjoy needless gore, and I do not like anime. I prefer real people in real situations. I do have a sense of humor and I do also enjoy some romance. So bring on your suggestions and I will post a few of my own below. For you skimmers out there here's the Reader's Digest version. *I hang out in IRC ALOT *I am online M-Fri 8-430 CST I DO NOT respond on the weekends *I play only men as main characters, females as secondary characters *I enjoy Military RP's, Romance, and Historical *I do not like a lot of gore *If you've made it this far and you're still interested PM me your favorite song *I don't do anime, sorry most of my RP's are reality based -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I REALLY wanna RP based on the song That summer by Garth Brooks. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- RP Ideas - All of my ideas are very open as far as the female characters are concerned. I do not like character sheets but I do like some sort of character introduction, so if you would send me a paragraph or two written as your potential character. Thank You very much!

"Welcome to Smalltown, USA A Good Town to Live In" Jake read through his thickly tinted sunglasses as the taxi drove into town. It was quit a ways for a taxi to drive from the airport but since Uncle Sam was paying for it he didn't care. It had been three years since he'd been here last on leave when his mother passed away. She had been dying of cancer, and had been on Hospice Care for over a year. Jake and his father were at his mother's bedside as she took her last breath, it was the first time he'd seen his father cry. The second time was when father saw him for the first time after the IED blew up his Humvee. He had been flown from Afghanistan to Ramstein, Germany where he was stabilized and then flown to Walter Reed. He had been awarded the Purple Heart in flight from Afghanistan to Ramstein, because they didn't think he'd survive his wounds. The bomb went off while he was driving, it was hidden in the center of his side of the road, the explosion basically melted a large portion of the right side of his face. The concussion blew him upwards and knocked his head into the ceiling. As the truck basically exploded and rolled, he was ejected due to the melted seat belt and his right leg was broken, as well as burned. A year later he was still learning to walk with the titanium rods in his legs, but no amount of plastic surgery would fix the burned side of his face. He still had issues with bright sunlight and loud noises but he adjusted to that by wearing noise cancelling headphones and very dark sunglasses because of the Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). After the taxi pulled up into his Father's driveway, he paid the driver and got out of the car. Standing on his crutches, he watched his father walk out and pick up his rucksack. Feeling helpless was the worst part of this situation Jake thought to himself. He hobbled on his crutches to the basement door, it used to be a garage but was now his apartment. His grandmother had lived with his parents until she passed away, and now the basement was his. As he stepped in, he saw that it had been repainted; but other than it was pretty much the same. It had a small living room and kitchen and then a small bedroom off to the side. He watched his father lay the bag on his bed. "Thanks for the help dad." "Anytime son, I ordered pizza for supper, and I have some beers in the fridge, I checked with your doctor and he said a few beers would not interfere with your medication, I also setup your appointment for your new therapist. The Doc said she may be by this afternoon or tomorrow. I'll be upstairs but if you need anything just holler." Jake thanked his dad and watched him go upstairs, He sat on his couch as the song "I Dreamed a Dream" began to play. There were several artists who had recorded it but he liked Idina Menzel's version the best. He couldn't help but think of how fitting the line was "Life has killed the dream I dreamed." His life was a wreck and it was basically surviving from One Day to the next. He just sat there looking out the window and hit the repeat button on his MP3 player. Jake reached down and picked up the local newspaper, today's headline "Local Hero Wins Purple Heart and Returns Home." There was Jake's picture from boot camp, in his uniform with the military stare, and a future ahead of him and yet now it was nothing. Angrily he threw the newspaper across the room and drank another beer. The rain falling outside his window was the perfect conclusion to this depressing homecoming.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I need a Date* Jason stared at his laptop as he listened to the jet takeoff from the flight deck above him. Having quarters just below it made it difficult to sleep; but when he did go to sleep it was usually after flying missions all day. On this night he stared at a Craig's List advertisement he was posting. He was embarrassed about doing it;yet excited at the prospects of meeting someone new. His carrier was scheduled to return to it's home port in Norfolk, in a few days. His flight detachment would go back to their home base in Virginia Beach. While it was exciting to be back in the states Jason knew he'd be lonely. All of his family lived in Alabama and they were getting ready for his younger brother's wedding. His brother Jake was marrying his high school sweetheart before he left for boot camp. That was the problem his family and friends always thought he'd be the first to get married and settle down but the truth was Jason just hadn't met the right girl yet. So to try to appease them he planned on bringing a date to meet the family. Once the ship pulled in he would be given 2 weeks of vacation, which he planned on spending with his family. He typed out the rest of the ad and read through it quickly. *I need a Date* My name is Jason Bannon, I'm in the Navy stationed in Norfolk, Virginia. My brother is getting married next week and I'm taking leave to go back to Alabama for two weeks for the wedding. I'm single but all my friends and family expect me to have a date for the wedding. I will be coming back from a six month deployment with my air detachment on Friday. I won't have anyone to greet me the day my ship pulls because my family is preparing a wedding. I am a 28 year old man I fly F/A- 18 Hornets (Same model jet as the Blue Angels) but I've not had time to even find a date since I just got back and I need some help. I have enclosed a picture and I hope to hear from someone soon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *If You See Her* I want to try to do an RP with this song as the inspiration. The couple had a serious relationship at one point and due to one reason or another they drifted apart. They still share some of the same mutual friends but always wonder about the "One that Got Away" If You See Him, If You See her -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *One Second After* A nuclear missile is launched from a cargo vessel in the Gulf of Mexico and detonated miles above the surface in the Mid-West.

Jason Leavitt was a Highway Patrol Officer. Thirty one years of age he had just gotten out of the Marines. He was single with no prospects and not actively seeking. His motto was if the military wanted me to have a wife they would have issued me one. Upon his discharge he had completed his training as an officer. Living near the mountains in South Carolina had its advantages. Work was usually quiet and on the weekends he went backpacking. Due to the military training over the years he had become quite adept at living on MRE's in the field. In fact he was planning on doing some hiking again this weekend and had his pack in his car. Parked in the median Jason was listening to Talk radio where they were discussing the latest on Russia's invasion when all of a sudden the radio quit. Jason turned and looked and all of his electronic equipment was off also. He tried to start the car but nothing happened when he turned the key. He popped the hood and stepped out of the car when he realized all of the cars on the interstate had stopped also. It only took a few minutes to add it all up. EMP, Damn Russians, we used to say the bear wasn't dead he was only sleeping and now it proved correct. Jason's military training kicked in immediately, he opened his trunk grabbed his hiking pack and immediately changed out of his uniform, he knew it would only be a matter of time before anyone who hated cops would realize this was WROL (Without Rule of Law) situation. He threw on his tan cargo pants,a plain tan tshirt and put on his green hiking pack. He threw his handcuffs and badge in his pack and zipped it securely. In the front pouch he stashed the extra ammo and Kevlar vest that he was required to keep in the car. Strapping his service pistol back on he quickly disassembled the shotgun and put into his pack also. With his gear situated he locked the car doors and began the hike to his cabin. he had roughly 20 miles to his exit then 15 miles of back road to walk to get there. He quickly distanced himself from the squad car not wanting to be associated with it. Along the way he recommended to several passers by that they needed to get whatever they could use from their car and start walking. He had hiked for about 10 miles without incident when he heard gunshots. Ducking low and moving forward from car to car Jason slowly took in the scene. Apparently a prison transport bus had stopped in the middle of the highway. The prisoners had overpowered the guards and while it looked like a few of the convicts had fled the scene there were still five or six hanging around the bus. They were robbing and killing the men and throwing women on the bus. Jason watched horrified as they stripped a women down and then groped and pawed her like an animal before throwing her in the bus as well. Only God knows what they're doing to those poor souls he thought. Jason watched carefully from his hidden position, There were five of them but they only had 2 shotguns. His pistol had a longer range but he'd have to shoot quit if he were to surprise them. Drawing his pistol he checked the magazine, 15 rounds. The feel of the cold steel of the Beretta pistol grip felt comfortable in his hand. He had used the weapon in several deployments and had even earned his pistol expert ribbon in the Marines with it. He kept maneuvering slowly until he was behind the bus. the 2 convicts with the shotgun were guarding the bus entrance on the left side. Slowly he reached up and opened the rear exit door, and jumped in immediately. There was a man straddling a women who was crying. Jason Yanked the man's head back and slammed the pistol butt straight down between his eyes crushing his skull in a sickening thud. He threw the man out of the back of the bus. Hearing a noise the first man with the shotgun boarded the bus and was greeted by the burst of 9mm rounds. Jason was rewarded immediately with a spray of blood as one of his rounds entered the man's face. Alerted now the second man boarded the bus carefully. Jason ducked down beneath the seats and slid forward slowly underneath them. The convict began shooting the seat backs as he walked towards the back of the bus, thinking that Jason would be up behind one of them. Puling his legs in tight and lying prone underneath the set, Jason felt the seat shake as the backrest was blown out of the bus. As the man stepped forward Jason kicked at his legs with all of his strength and tripped him up, before the man could react Jason pulled the trigger as fast as he could giving the man a serious case of lead poisoning. Jason inserted a new magazine into his pistol before coming out from under the seats, he then picked up the shotgun and threw the strap over his shoulder. The first man was bleeding by the door and his shotgun was still laying there. Slowly walking forward Jason picked up that shotgun and threw it over his shoulder as well, before exiting the bus. The thing about bully's his father said once, is that they are like cockroaches when the lights come on, stand up to one and they scatter. Luckily for Jason this proved true as the other convicts ran off. He walked back to check on the woman but she had run off. Sadly Jason turned back towards his exit and began walking, doing his best to distance himself from the scene of the carnage.

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