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World of Light

@Dr Lovecraft@Blackmist16



I love this Doktor!

World of Light

@Dr Lovecraft Doktor? Ahaha! Heavy has his Medic!

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Woop woop! Looking forward to same ass-kickery!

World of Light

The Heavy

Level: 2 (2/20)
Location: Lakeside
Word count: 905 (2 EXP)

In the all the madness and confusion that this battle of Lakeside had devulged into, Heavy must have looked like a calm cliff standing strong against the waves of war. Calm, or quite possible insanely calm. Bullets, explosions and whatnot whizzed past the Russian brute, richoceting off the sandstone collums and wooden scaffolding surrounding Heavy. Even death was starting to emminate before Heavy's eyes, even if said death was only temporary for the cowardly enemies which he had the pleasure of gunning down. He'd met death before, so he was scared.

Which was probably why he didn't feel that terrifying sensation of losing his life when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Heavy grunted loudly, blood starting to slowly pour out of the gunshot wound now visible in his left shoulder. Well, perhaps a goo-wound was a better description, as a handful of organge goo dripped down from his vest. More annoyed than anything else, Heavy shouted at the enemy who'd gotten a shot at him, who must have been the Inkling. "You think you can ink me, tiny Inkling?"

Heavy's held in the trigger of his minigun, swining its many barrels in the general direction of Inkling who sprinted just as quick as friendly Scout, ready to turn her into Swiss cheese! It was with great confusion then once some sorts of ice monsters went after her. Heavy held his fire for a moment, turning around to see who commanded these tiny Siberian soldiers; It was the Queen herself, who for her reactionary stature, gave Heavy a good laugh and reason for joy. "Aha! Many thanks, Tzarinna Sectonia! Teach little Inkle Siberian strength!"

That still left the remainder of their enemies out to continue pushing Heavy and his friends back towards the mechanical camel. They were running out of time, space, and certainly ammo as Heavy hadn't seen any ammunition boxes floating around the battlefield. Heavy knew from just the weight of Sasha that he wouldn't be able to continue his suppressive fire for much longer. He needed a distraction, something to get their attention while he looked for ammo…

Said opportunity came like lighting from a clear sky, quite litterary. An attack of lightening struck down at several enemy mercenaries, throwing them around and giving their offensive a pause. "Good hit!" Heavy shouted over his shoulder, turning around to quickly look for any lucky drops for him. In the corner of his eye he could see it; The Box! Floating a foot over the ground and slowly spinning around, a wooden box marked by three bullets was just what Heavy desired. Heavy ran as fast he could over to it, once touching it with his hand instantly absorbing its contents in the form of many more bullets for Sasha to fill enemy team with lead. "Very good, time to bring more pain!"

Back to his designated mission then; Provide covering fire for friends and teammates to escape to the massive camel. A distant sound of gunfire came from what had once been Heavy's own side of the map, the RED battlements when a sniper round from The Cunning, striking Tora in the head with little to no damage. Heavy looked puzzled, but impressed at the furry little creature. Somehow it must have had some massive Health boost, or some kind of Übercharge. "Tora is strong little comrade! Heavy do approve!" Heavy told his new furried comrade, opening fire with Sasha on the now visible Cunning. Several bullets struck the now enemy, striking Cunning up against the wall.

They were still outnumbered, and their retreat was now fully called. Tora was swooped up by Poppi and run back to the Camel, while Heavy slowly stepped backwards while continuing giving covering fire. Way behind him, Heavy could hear another voice of a friend he had not seen before now, tiny Midna. She was calling them to climb onto the camel as fast as they could, as the camel itself kneeled down to allow their tactical retreat. For a moment Heavy remained steadfast, firing upon anything and everything that moved in front of him as more and more comrades fled to the camel mech. "Run for cover, comrades! I cover you…"

Heavy's comitted support was once again cut off by yet another sharp pain. This time a couple of bullets from the now re-spawned Spartan filled his torso, painfully dripping blood. It must have looked bad, for the sight of Heavy wounded must have reassured the enemy teams that they need not rush the camel. Too bad that out from his pocket, Heavy pulled out that culinary miracle that was Sandvich, biting into it with a deafening "Nom nom nom…nom nom…Moist and delicious! Hehahaha!" It must have been quite the wonder, for as Heavy turned around to make a run for the mech camel, Heavy's wounds were visible healing themselves.

Whatever confusion must have been sowed amongst Team Yellow was not visible in the enemy teams, probably quite aware of Heavy's healing ability. They rushed on after him, just as Heavy reached the mechanical camel and the remainder of his new comrades. Heavy climbed up onto the camel, glad that it included a stairwell which made it easier. Once onto the camel, Heavy smiled at his comrades and once again began firing his suppressive fire at the enemy team. "Time to get away then, yes? Heavy will try to keep enemy teams off camel!"

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Astrid Norheim - Gungnir

Name: Astrid Norheim

Age: 31

Apperance: Standing at a fair height of 5"10 and slender build (not to mention her athletic curves, even underneath her armour), stares at you with her grey eyes as she crosses her finely toned arms. Had it not been for her modern looks, dressed sharply and wearing her medium-cut hair of blue and red colour. Astrid looks like what you'd imagine a ballerina dancer with a knack for heavy lifting and long-distance running would look like. A clever smirk on her face, she looks ready to either dance or snap your neck, perhaps both.

Nationality: Norwegian

Callsign: Gungnir

Skills: Artic- and sub-polar survival, stealth, extreme climbing, base-jumping, long-distance recognizance, infiltration, long-range firearms training, TBA

History: Astrid hails from an ancient family of soldiers, well as ancient as her great grandfather who served during the Second World War. One could say it runs in their blood, with each successive generation determined to serve in the military in some capacity. It was only recently that such a privilige was bestowed, or forced upon Astrid herself after many generations. Born into the army life at the very start, her upbringing involved many times on the move from one military base to another; Greenland, Norway, Belgium, Cyprus, Taiwan, Canada, The United States, you name it. To Astrid, few of these can be called home.

Norway and Greenland are the two expections.

Astrid as bred and raised as a true-blooded Norwegian, right down to the 17th of May celebrations, waffles, bunads and an affinity for the winter life. The only thing which has given her the qualities of a non-Norwegian, is perhaps her excessive use of hair-dye and desire to follow her forefathers' militaristic lifestyles. Her great grandfather served as a British commando during the Second World War, her grandfather and grandfather serving around the globe in NATO and special operations, and her own father who still doesn't speak of his own experiences. Her own began at a young age with martial arts, rock climbing and hunting with her grandfather.

The Norwegian Army was something quite different, especially her time overseas. Conscription into the army as for all Norwegians turning 18, basic training and such. Astrid decided to stay on after her term was up, becoming a professional soldier. Her specialisation, recognizance and sharpshooter operations, gave her plenty of tours around the world; Peace-keeping operations in various African warzones, counter-terrorism operative in the Middle East, border patrols on the Norwegian-Russian border, the list goes on. In all these times in the line of fire, her extreme cool under fire and persistance on long-range operations in extreme climates was noted by her brothers in arms and superiours. Few soldiers, and even fewer women could survive as well as she did in hostile territories, make accurate shots at insurgent leaders and get more looks at her ass than Astrid. In short, another Norheim didn't fail to get noticed.

It was at the age of 25 Astrid was contacted by [REDACTED] for clandestine operations patrolling the Artic region against [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Her record was spotless, her killcount of [REDACTED] yielding her several commandations and ensuring her future was safe, provided she should survive against the special forces of a certain Norwegian foe in the artic waters. Certain missions involved Astrid trekking miles across icy wastelands and tundras, making sure elements of [REDACTED] armed forces not set up military outposts in neutral, international zone of research. Global warming and all made the prospect of resource excavation tempting for [REDACTED]. Astrid's operations against [REDACTED] were top-secret, barely mentioned in standard military briefs to world leaders.

Perhaps it was not unexpected that she was hand-picked for a role in Foxtrot Oscar by the one they call Oracle. Not that she had much choice, even if she wanted to say anything. Like her forefathers, she followed her orders wherever she went.

Personality: Astrid's the type of person who highly enjoys the company of others and her friends, as long as they know when to shut up and leave her alone. Chalk it up to her getting accustomed to her long-distance missions out in the cold wildernesses of the world, wherever she's sent to fulfill her mission. Sometimes you'll hear her witty commentary over the operative comms, remarking how it's sad the last guy she blew the head away was kind of cute, if short. Puns, sarcasm and such isn't uncommon for her when she's enjoying her job.

And then she goes into full Gungnir-mode, shuts up and is laser-focused on getting into position. It's this part of Astrid you better stay clear off, unlike most men who sees this as their queue to make their move. Wrong move, a knee in the balls and a snarl from Astrid later she's off to do some outdoors jogging. It's a wonder she has a partner who's not afraid of her, if she even has one.

Not one to be alarmed by the many looks she gets for her appearence and swagger, she takes it either as a compliment or simply shakes it off. She's not intimidated by anyone, and whoever decides to take advantage of her or gets the wrong idea, she's sure to enlighten them in a most painful way.

Tactical Suit:

Visual representation of Astrid's Light Mech Suit

The custom adjusted Tactical Suit for Astrid enhances her tactical specialities of Stealth and vertical manouvering. In it's default setting, it's features bare minimum of military accessories. Sound-absorbing fabrics make Astrid's movement in the suit as good as impossible to hear with the naked ear, let alone assists her in distributing her weight as to minimize external sound factors on various surfaces. It even softens the sound of her snapping necks or subduing enemies by suffication.

The non-reflective external texture ensures nothing but the brighest beams of light gives away her position, combined with its temperature regulatory material which drastically lowers her thermal profile. In short, she's a shadow with delicate angles.

Additional features can be quicly attached to Astrid's light suit, giving her vastly improved climbing abilities with increased grip strength and better grip. In the hands of Astrid, she can effectively climb any and all surfaces like Spiderman, but with looking a whole lot better. Furthermore, she equips herself with a glider-suit when on high-altitude missions, allowing her to quickly evactuate her firing position and fly away to safety at breath-taking speeds. That's if anyone can figure out where the black-clad Norwegian operative fired from in the first place.

Weapons:

• FN Ballista .308 Winchester Sniper Rifle
• Duel-wielded Glock 17 Gen 5 with attachable surpressors
• FN P90 5.7x28mm Submachine Gun with attachable surpressor

Equipment:

• Tactical Knife
• 2x Flashbang
• 2x Smoke grenades
• 2x Fragmentation grenades
• Quad-Optic NVGs
• Multi-zoom binoculars
• Climbing gear (Nano-fiber rope, climbing hook, etc.)
• Adaptive Arctic and woodlands camouflage cover
• Military Wing-glider

Hobbies: Climbing, ballet dancing, reading, TBA

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

@kingkonradCheers man, popping it over right as we speak

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Astrid Norheim - Gungnir

Name: Astrid Norheim

Age: 31

Apperance: Standing at a fair height of 5"10 and slender build (not to mention her athletic curves, even underneath her armour), stares at you with her grey eyes as she crosses her finely toned arms. Had it not been for her modern looks, dressed sharply and wearing her medium-cut hair of blue and red colour. Astrid looks like what you'd imagine a ballerina dancer with a knack for heavy lifting and long-distance running would look like. A clever smirk on her face, she looks ready to either dance or snap your neck, perhaps both.

Nationality: Norwegian

Callsign: Gungnir

Skills: Artic- and sub-polar survival, stealth, extreme climbing, base-jumping, long-distance recognizance, infiltration, long-range firearms training, TBA

History: Astrid hails from an ancient family of soldiers, well as ancient as her great grandfather who served during the Second World War. One could say it runs in their blood, with each successive generation determined to serve in the military in some capacity. It was only recently that such a privilige was bestowed, or forced upon Astrid herself after many generations. Born into the army life at the very start, her upbringing involved many times on the move from one military base to another; Greenland, Norway, Belgium, Cyprus, Taiwan, Canada, The United States, you name it. To Astrid, few of these can be called home.

Norway and Greenland are the two expections.

Astrid as bred and raised as a true-blooded Norwegian, right down to the 17th of May celebrations, waffles, bunads and an affinity for the winter life. The only thing which has given her the qualities of a non-Norwegian, is perhaps her excessive use of hair-dye and desire to follow her forefathers' militaristic lifestyles. Her great grandfather served as a British commando during the Second World War, her grandfather and grandfather serving around the globe in NATO and special operations, and her own father who still doesn't speak of his own experiences. Her own began at a young age with martial arts, rock climbing and hunting with her grandfather.

The Norwegian Army was something quite different, especially her time overseas. Conscription into the army as for all Norwegians turning 18, basic training and such. Astrid decided to stay on after her term was up, becoming a professional soldier. Her specialisation, recognizance and sharpshooter operations, gave her plenty of tours around the world; Peace-keeping operations in various African warzones, counter-terrorism operative in the Middle East, border patrols on the Norwegian-Russian border, the list goes on. In all these times in the line of fire, her extreme cool under fire and persistance on long-range operations in extreme climates was noted by her brothers in arms and superiours. Few soldiers, and even fewer women could survive as well as she did in hostile territories, make accurate shots at insurgent leaders and get more looks at her ass than Astrid. In short, another Norheim didn't fail to get noticed.

It was at the age of 25 Astrid was contacted by [REDACTED] for clandestine operations patrolling the Artic region against [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Her record was spotless, her killcount of [REDACTED] yielding her several commandations and ensuring her future was safe, provided she should survive against the special forces of a certain Norwegian foe in the artic waters. Certain missions involved Astrid trekking miles across icy wastelands and tundras, making sure elements of [REDACTED] armed forces not set up military outposts in neutral, international zone of research. Global warming and all made the prospect of resource excavation tempting for [REDACTED]. Astrid's operations against [REDACTED] were top-secret, barely mentioned in standard military briefs to world leaders.

Perhaps it was not unexpected that she was hand-picked for a role in Foxtrot Oscar by the one they call Oracle. Not that she had much choice, even if she wanted to say anything. Like her forefathers, she followed her orders wherever she went.

Personality: Astrid's the type of person who highly enjoys the company of others and her friends, as long as they know when to shut up and leave her alone. Chalk it up to her getting accustomed to her long-distance missions out in the cold wildernesses of the world, wherever she's sent to fulfill her mission. Sometimes you'll hear her witty commentary over the operative comms, remarking how it's sad the last guy she blew the head away was kind of cute, if short. Puns, sarcasm and such isn't uncommon for her when she's enjoying her job.

And then she goes into full Gungnir-mode, shuts up and is laser-focused on getting into position. It's this part of Astrid you better stay clear off, unlike most men who sees this as their queue to make their move. Wrong move, a knee in the balls and a snarl from Astrid later she's off to do some outdoors jogging. It's a wonder she has a partner who's not afraid of her, if she even has one.

Not one to be alarmed by the many looks she gets for her appearence and swagger, she takes it either as a compliment or simply shakes it off. She's not intimidated by anyone, and whoever decides to take advantage of her or gets the wrong idea, she's sure to enlighten them in a most painful way.

Tactical Suit:

Visual representation of Astrid's Light Mech Suit

The custom adjusted Tactical Suit for Astrid enhances her tactical specialities of Stealth and vertical manouvering. In it's default setting, it's features bare minimum of military accessories. Sound-absorbing fabrics make Astrid's movement in the suit as good as impossible to hear with the naked ear, let alone assists her in distributing her weight as to minimize external sound factors on various surfaces. It even softens the sound of her snapping necks or subduing enemies by suffication.

The non-reflective external texture ensures nothing but the brighest beams of light gives away her position, combined with its temperature regulatory material which drastically lowers her thermal profile. In short, she's a shadow with delicate angles.

Additional features can be quicly attached to Astrid's light suit, giving her vastly improved climbing abilities with increased grip strength and better grip. In the hands of Astrid, she can effectively climb any and all surfaces like Spiderman, but with looking a whole lot better. Furthermore, she equips herself with a glider-suit when on high-altitude missions, allowing her to quickly evactuate her firing position and fly away to safety at breath-taking speeds. That's if anyone can figure out where the black-clad Norwegian operative fired from in the first place.

Weapons:

• FN Ballista .308 Winchester Sniper Rifle
• Duel-wielded Glock 17 Gen 5 with attachable surpressors
• FN P90 5.7x28mm Submachine Gun with attachable surpressor

Equipment:

• Tactical Knife
• 2x Flashbang
• 2x Smoke grenades
• 2x Fragmentation grenades
• Quad-Optic NVGs
• Multi-zoom binoculars
• Climbing gear (Nano-fiber rope, climbing hook, etc.)
• Adaptive Arctic and woodlands camouflage cover
• Military Wing-glider

Hobbies: Climbing, ballet dancing, reading, TBA

Foxtrot Oscar (A less-than-serious Military RP)

@kingkonradAs we've discussed and bantered off-sight, you already know my idea; stealthy infiltrator and long-range operative, or hardy assault specialist with a nack for vertical manouvering.

Foxtrot Oscar (A less-than-serious Military RP)

As always, my dear English-Pole, you have my interest ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: General Housing/Apartment 1C(M7) -> Education Center: Auditorium (M) Skills: N/A

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Made to do greater greats things. Manny's words resconated with Alexander as they rushed on through the hail of rain and humidty in the streets, akin to a wise phrase an elder grandmother would impart to her grandchild. He did not consciously know what part of him it touched so warmly, though it lit up a fragment of a feeling inside him. One chamber, basked in darkness for an eternity, now a glimmer of hope shining ever so dimly.

Made to do greater things. Perhaps Manny was right, perhaps something to happen in the future? A meaning, purpose, destiny? Grand words Alexande normally would scoff at, since only God knew their place in the world. Alexander had lost hope many times that he would do greater things in life, considering everything else he'd done. Did his Post-Apocalyptic Dentist friend know better? In the very least, Manny laughed at his jokes like he had no bad thoughts about him.

A true friend. A friend who sadly had no umbrella. Too bad, they had a court martial to attend to.

"At least we're waterproof, unlike our clothes."

Alexander's statement reflected the state of which both of them reached the Education Center in. Armed guards kept watch of the coming hearings, which was understandable. The military preffered to have things under as much control as possible, hence the guns. Entering the center, Alexander heard the clear-cut instructions; End of the hall, take a seat and wait for your name to be called. Spoken like a true member of the military. Alexander followed Manny's lead, finding a seat beside him in the middle and waiting for the hearing to begin. He would maybe have said something, but the voice of Atlas told them to remain quiet. Fair enough, Alexander thought, instead trying to make himself comfortable in his seat, still wet from their run through the streets.

The only thing Alexander did of notice, was to give Manny a reassuring nod and try to clear his own thoughts. This would be a hard thing for him to pull through, but Freedman's word gave him strength. So did Manny's. The question was if that was enough.

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Nigel Cooper Location: Education Center -> Auditorium (M) Skills: N/A

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Nigel, now inside of the Education Center and awaiting their turn to enter the Auditorium where he guessed the trials would be held, turned around upon realizing Volts had also followed suit. Had it been the rain which drowned out the sound of him behind him in the streets? Well, it didn't really matter, except it meant more people Nigel was semi-familiar with to make an unknown situation less unknown. "While we're waiting, what should one except? I have not had the opportunity to attend a trial before, nothing like this at least." Nigel would ask Volts, only giving a brief head to Thalia with her short reply. She thought he would give her one in return for their fight earlier. He was looking forward to it.

Soon they were shuffling into the Auditorium, ordered to divide their ranks by who had been summoned and who attended for leizure, Nigel being of the former. Alongside the people he had been in Quarantine with, Nigel followed the stream into the Auditorium and attempted to find a seat in which he would not be completely isolated. And somehow he managed to both see and hear two of his former 'comrades' from their trek through the swamps; Hank and Wayne. For some reason Hank had kept Ashton, the companion of Thana as far as he understood still, company with his usual 'friendy' personality. Nigel didn't need to hear exactly what he said, Ash's demeanour said enough.

Nigel shuffled through the seating arrangments to sit beside Ash or in proximity to him, when he heard the unmistakable sound of someone trying to be sneaky. Trying was the word, with a capital T. It had been Thalia, now seated and seething with anger out in the corner of his eye, prompting him to make a mental note; do NOT attempt to open diplomatic channels with her in the forseeable future. Even Nigel was not that social inept as to attempt that. Instead he focused on Ash, about to ask if Wayne was bothering him, when the call to remain silent came. So Nigel only give a quizical look from Ash to Hank, back to Ash, before seating, as if asking him "What was that all about?"