NecroKnight

Elder Scrolls RP (MxF/maybe MxM, 18+, Adult, All of the Wot- can double)

@Metadude

Yodeling causes mountain avalanches.

Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

1960, Duala - Duchy of West-Afrika

Herzog Hurst continued his tour of the War Museum in Duala - showing his current entourage the basic history of the Duchy of West-Afrika. It wasn't so much a Museum - as simply an national exhibit, that detailed the West-Afrika Civil War.

Mostly it contained pictures, old uniforms, equipment, medals and weapons. It told of the major battles between the Loyalist Forces under then-Oberst Hurst and namely the Rebels, that had been loyal to the traitor Letow-Vorbeck. Most of it - was simply for propaganda, over-hyped numbers and rather patriotic texts written down.

How 'this' weapon killed fifteen traitors - or that cannon was pivotal in the Battle of Hancourt and so on. Some of which, did tell the details about the actual skirmish between those whom would serve the Kaiser onto death and those that had gotten greedy - and forsaken their sworn duty.

Most of the Kaiser' delegates - could read, how many officers had actually gone turn-coat. There was a substantional number - written in precise detail, and some even had location of death. It seemed that the Duke of West-Afrika had made sure - the crimes of his former countrymen were never forgotten.

Especially - when the last glass case, contained numerous Iron Crosses: 'torn from the necks and uniforms of traitors'. Herzog Hurst had taken it personally, and stripped every traitorous officer of their Iron Crosses it seemed, such was the crime it seemed. The rest contained, some pictures of the young Duke, Askari soldiers and loyalist officers. Either posing in some city, or ontop of the ruins a Rebel camp.

It didn't take long for the gathered guests to count up the number of turn-coat officers and realize just how un-matched the situation for the Loyalists had been. Nearly three out of every four officer, had deserted their post - leaving Oberst Hurst severly depleted in men to lead the Schutztruppe; and as any man who has worn a uniform would know, without leaders there could be no leadership in the army. That had been mostly fixed by having Askari soldiers promoted to NCOs and Officer ranks. It might be surprising - but some of the names written, managed to achieve rather high ranks. Highest being a Hauptmann at that - in the Civil War.

"Now then. Shall we continue on to the Royal Palace?" asked Duke Hurst, being their guide in West-Afrika. This part of Duala was near the coast and also between the urban areas - so while having a lot of whites around, there was also signs of black people as well. Surprisingly - they were as polite as any gentleman - even addressing the entourage in German, as they passed by on the side of the road.

Mostly it was a calming walk down the place - as the Duke walked with a calm grace, showing them around the coastal region. Namely all the many theaters, bars, shops - he pointed to the biggest building in this part of Duala.

Namely it was the Kaiser' Bierstube - or namely the Emperor' Beer Hall. "Best beer this part of Afrika. Most of it is imported straight from the Fatherland - a few are homebrewed. Not bad, in overall taste. In addition, a few are imported from other states. By far the only decent thing they can make..." he chuckled, in good humor.

Soon enough, their group entered the Beer Hall. Namely to get something to drink while they talked about details.Namely this time around, Hurst wasn't talking with foreign ambassadors but rather his own countrymen. As such, there wasn't much need for taking to the Royal Palace. Although he would nonetheless, take his entourage for a visit there.

Taking a large gulp of his beer, Steffen Gottlieb, the head of the group from the Fatherland, and the man who would be staying in West Africa to serve as the Kaiser's eyes and ears in the nation, took a look around, and smiled.

"Such a fine establishment you have made!" He said, loud and jovial. "If it weren't for this African summer heat, I would think I was sitting in my hometown's own Beer Hall! Good on you, Hurst! The Kaiser was right. The Africans haven't changed you a bit. You're still a German, through and through!"

"To be honest Herr Gottlieb - I mostly copied what I had learned during my younger years in University. I wouldn't be ashamed to admit, that many of my ideas had been taken straight from the textbook of good old Bismarck himself," he replied, as soon enough - one man in particular came with some documents for him. The Duke soon thanked the man in question and soon allowed Ambassador Gottlieb to read these papers in question - alongside the other men. "Although, I will admit - we might be able to do better."

Namely these were the basic details of what any good industrialist would need. Namely a decent estimate of the overall of amount of natural gas and oil in West-Afrika. The mineral output of 'industrial' metals - or namely those utilized in the modern world, like iron and aluminum, copper and zinc. Plus the stockpile of gold, in reserve as well.

Needless to say - a rather nice sum and supply. All ready to be organized and utilized. The one thing, many would note was the lack of a strong heavy industrial sector. Light industry was well-developed but its opposite was not - barring mining and transportation. Understandable - since Duke Hurst wasn't a businessman nor an industrialist. Plus, if he had constantly denied the former Entente forces or their capital from establishing a foot-hold in West-Afrika - then he would be lagging behind in this kind of sector.

"I think we might be able to help in that regard," replied one of Gottlieb' friends. An eager man from the Ruhr area. As the talks soon continued over beer and some fine meatballs and potatoes - as they continued the talks. With everything provided, the Duchy of West-Afrika had the potential of becoming a rather well-developed manufacturing center for the German Empire. It had both the resources, internal capital and workforce to make it happen. Plus a competent leader in-charge as well.

In-general, it was good humor and mood all around, as the meeting developed more into a meeting of how they planned on developing West-Afrika into the future bread-basket of the Deutsches Kaiserreich - instead of if they can. That improved the mood all around to be honest.

"I had in mind of also purchasing several of German' finest tanks - if possible," he spoke, to his compatriots - currently bellies full of meat and beer. Namely he wanted for the current amount about five such finely made beasts of war. Tides were shifting and he was sure - that it was better to be safe than sorry. The Afrikan Corps was well-trained, paid and supplied - but they lacked armored support, which he was trying to remedy. Plus - since many in the army understood German anyway - it was better on getting German models for ease of learning and access for parts and repairs.

"We have some Nerthus Kampfpanzer MKII. A bit old but sturdy and reliable as they come - doing nothing good but gathering dust - with the arrival of the new WK1's. High Command wanted to ship them into reserve anyway - but with some quick retrofitting - we could have them easily shipped to West-Afrika within two months," replied one Prussian among them, namely the German military advisory in West-Afrika. As the situation was, they had many MK2's shipped off, likely facing the scrap heap - with the arrival of the new WK1's just a year ago - so shipping them off here could prove both profitable and useful at the same time - for both sides of the occasion.

The Duke smiled and nodded in reply at this sentence - as the remainder of the talks were namely hashing out the details As with such a new and grand investment coming to the Duchy - Duke Hurst was eager in protection such an investment. Namely in the form of the naval power. While buying a ship was a much bigger deal, and something that required much more talks with both the Kaiser and the High Command - they made way, in perhaps having one or two cruisers of the Kaiserliche Marine to be posted around the waters of the Duchy. Namely to protect against British 'pirates'. When that was all said and done, two hours later - they all toasted together.

"For the Fatherland."

The Never-Ending Search for Partners -edited with new fandoms <3; Craving Vampire Diaries, The Originals or Marvel/Celebrity-

@Royale Luna

I am interested in doing an NCIS one. Shall we get cracking at this?

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@rocketrobie2

Oh. I smell Batman: the Brave and the Bold.

Aka evil Blue Beetle - Scarlet Scarab.

Fandoms, mostly - CRAVINGS! Band, Horror, Slice of Life

@TheDookieNut

Mass Effect?

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@Unknown100@Omega Man

Good idea.

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Lizard

Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)

Alias: Lizard

Age: 21

Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore

Appearance:

Jessica

Character Evolution: Superhero boyfriend? Check. Family issues solved? Check. Fight crime?

Altered History: Going steady with Champion. Finished dealing with her biological father, Killer Croc - having that chapter in her life closed and finished.

Recommended Background Leaguer: Atom

BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.

That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.

The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.

While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.

While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.

...In her time, as a member of the Justice League - she has met and gotten almost mangled, met a rather shy but lovable hero that she eventually started dating and has become the League' aquatic fighter.

Notes: Has been going steady with Champion, teaching each other new tricks and backed-up whenever necessary. The duo have improved their team-work and combined attack strategies. She also has a deeper secret, that none beyond Champion knows about.

Sample Post:

Jessica coughed, as she finally smashed the sledgehammer down onto the head of Killer Croc, knocking him out finally - breaking the tool into pieces, before throwing away the broken handle. That fight had taken more out of her, than she initially thought. For being a walking-talking alligator-man, the supervillain could take more punishment - that anybody she had seen before.

She didn't stay around for long - soon diving into the water, of the formerly abandoned and now destroyed port. Her tail and body gliding easily through the water, as she searched for her beloved. Killer Croc had contacted her - a few days ago. Having called her to 'tell her the truth'.

Suffice to say - Lizard expected some kind of trap - being contacted out of the blue and by a wanted felon no less. Hence why she had brought back-up in the form of her boyfriend, Champion. They couldn't also ignore Killer Croc - whom had been holding several construction workers hostage, in a nearby warehouse. Promising to kill them, if Lizard hadn't come here. Needless to say, she came - and then was rather shocked to learn, her...origin.

Lizard was the daughter of Killer Croc - or rather a rape-child, conceived by the villain. Unfortunately whatever he had come to get - Lizard would not be joining Killer Croc in his quest for vengeance. Nor join as some bastard apprentice. She was her own woman, her own hero - despite sharing the same blood, they didn't share the same opinion nor ideals about humans. Thus, she was willing to fight and bring in her own biological father. Although, she had long made peace with her mother' father - and Waylon Jones had never been her father to begin with.

The bastard had been clever, Lizard had to admit to that - he immediately blinded both with some tear gas and flash-bangs. Then proceeded to knock out Champion first - him being the most obvious threat, had chained him to a tanker' anchor and dropped him to the bottom of the port. Needless to say - while she had been holding back before, NOBODY hurt her love and lived. Killer Croc soon was taught - that the one thing, they had in common was their bloodrage. In-general, Lizard had ALOT to be angry at that moment and focused on - more than Killer Croc had. He took way more damage, from the lithe and agile Lizard - then he could dish back at her.

'Come on, come on - love. Don't you dare float away on the currents on me. I'd never hear the end of it, from your parents. I am not dying a widow here. Understand?' thought Lizard to herself. Hoping that he might somehow had psychic powers and be able to contact her. Although, that might also be bad in the other way.

With those thoughts in her mind, she soon located Champion' unconscious form at the bottom of the sand-bed. The woman, swimming up to him - and quickly did the only thing she could think of to provide him with oxygen and try to get the water out of his lungs. Although, that resulted with Champion - waking-up and namely being lip-locked underwater with his girlfriend. Who was the literal breath in his body in this unique circumstance.

'Hope you like the taste of tuna and seawater,' she giggled against the Kiss of Life, soon helping him get the chain off his neck and helping to swim the back to the surface. They had a lot of damage to report on and some workers to rescue from a dusty-old warehouse.

Although, once they surfaced for air - they soon enough felt themselves being pulled away. Just as suddenly as it happened, they soon felt solid ground under them. As Lizard looked around and saw they were back at HQ.

"Okay...what was that?" she asked, soon spitting out the water that had been in her body, as she soon shook her head and hair. Something was strange - neither of them had hit the 'Recall' on them. So why where they back here so suddenly?

Uncertain Tea's Certain Interest Check! [18+ M/F]

@Uncertain Tea

Poke.

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@Omega Man

I am interested.

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@shamrocknroll

None neither. Sorry.