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Lilly Jatmoore

When Lilly was called forward, she was surprised by Lord Barst recognizing her and commenting on her appearance. She had met the man a couple times, but didn't think she had been important enough to commit to memory. The comment on her turning into a 'fine young soldier' made her smile and she gratefully accepted the praise and her medal. "Thank you, my lord!" She said as she saluted before being dismissed. 

Once the group was ordered back to the barracks, Lilly quickly set about packing her things. She was still a little somber from her talk with Vogel and Reinhardt, but the prospects of visiting Randgriz excited her. She had only been there once or twice with her father, and those had been on business trips. Now she would finally get a chance to explore, see the sights, and have a bit of fun. ... it only took a war for it to happen, she mused to herself, wishing that were not the case. Now... What should she pack? Rifle and ammunition were clearly not needed - she would need to turn in her rifle to the armoury before leaving the base, so it wasn't like she could take it with her (nor would she want to). Clothes were needed, but how much? Two or three days worth at most... Maybe a book for the train... Oh, and her ID cards. She didn't have much money on her person, but her personal bank account held a significant amount. If she was lacking anything, she could make a withdrawal at one of the city's banks provided she could prove who she was. Once her preparations were complete, she zipped up and buttoned shut the military pack she would be taking with her and quickly changed from her PT uniform into her standard uniform. While all her packed clothes were of the civilian variety, she would need to remain in uniform until they left the base. 

Once she was ready to go, she carried her pack out to the rally point in front of the barracks and waited for the rest of the squad to assemble. Hmm... if she were going to Randgriz, it would be best pair up with one or two other people for the trip. The more the merrier, after all, and it was always more fun to experience things with a group of friends. Maybe... or maybe she should ask a certain squadmate, who she fancied, to accompany her on a date? A light blush formed on her face as she stared up at the sky, smiling. No, compose yourself, Lilly. Besides, wasn't it traditional for the man to ask the woman out? Just what would your mother think of you if she found out? Throwing yourself at a man like a loose woman...

9th Militia Regiment, 12th Company

12th Company, Officer Commanding
Born into the nobility as the son of an Imperial Baron, Tarquin served as a junior officer in the Emperor's army during EWI. He quickly gained a reputation as a stoic front-line leader, the kind of officer who would walk calmly at the forefront of his men into enemy fire. His unflappable countenance and reckless disregard for his own safety saw that he would never be promoted beyond Lieutenant in the Imperial Army, which prized tactical sense as well as honour. Instead he emigrated to Gallia after the war's end, hoping to leverage his significant experience to secure a position in the Royal Guard. Instead he found himself relegated to command of a Town Watch unit, one of many that would find themselves folded into the Gallian Militia during the Imperial invasion. Seeing the war as an opportunity to prove himself, Tarquin volunteered to command the newly formed 12th Company of the 9th Militia Regiment. He is respected by his men, if mocked for his stiff upper lip personality. Tarquin can often be found on the battlefield wielding an archaic sabre, standing out of cover in the face of the enemy. How he has survived thus far is a mystery, but one thing is certain; Captain Tarquin H Meulemann is one tough, sardonic son of a bitch.


Squad 4

Squad Leader
Sergeant Harald, Scout (Lennon79)

Second in Command
Corporal James Hunt, Scout (Zarkun)

Squad Members
Lance Corporal Eris Reinhardt, Engineer (KoL)
Private First Class Evan Carn, Vehicle Technician/Driver (Raven_Operative)
Private Lilly Jatmoore, Scout (Raven_Operative)
Private Veronica Callaway, Scout (Massasauga)
Private Ezekiel Gosling, Sniper (AdmrlStalfos19)
Private First Class Linda Vogel, Shocktrooper (Bushman501)

Inactive Members
Private Marilyn “Merry” Evans, Engineer (Dragonbud)
Private Felix Lozach, Shocktrooper (MZambos)
Private First Class Damien Varrot, Scout (Spade)
Lance Corporal Aaron White, Shocktrooper (The Silver Paladin)
Private Liam Forrest, Shocktrooper/Tank Driver (Trinais)
Private Angela Hiffen, Engineer/Tank Gunner (Trinais)
Private First Class Aaron Vikkers, Scout/Tank Commander (Trinais)
Private First Class Kyo, Shocktrooper (Willy Vareb)
Private First Class Andrew MacDonald, Lancer (Bright_Ops)
Private Zeal Ashart, Shocktrooper (Ashifili)
Private Elise Louque, Sniper (Engel)
Private Fina, Scout (AtomicNut)
Corporal Krauss Helfer, Sniper (Skepic)
Lance Corporal Samantha Meyers, Sniper (caliban22)
Private Paul Dresner, Shocktrooper (caliban22)
Private First Class Emmaline Muller, Lancer (ByTheSpleen)
Private Alonso Bons, Engineer (Lennon79)
Corporal Celeste Stichler, Lancer (Slypheed)
Private Skye, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Reginald Weber, Scout (Shyla Nesthorn)
Private First Class Fenrir Cheslock, Shocktrooper (Jotunn Draugr)
Private Regan Durandal, Lancer (CirusArvennicus)
Private First Class Colin Neslon, Scout (POOHEAD189)
Private First Class Brenna Sykora, Shocktrooper (Slypheed)
Private Atlas Orville, Shocktropper (Musaki Hajime)
Private Alexia Fairglaive, Scout/Engineer (Kitsune)
Private Aria Hexner, Engineer (Evil Snowman)
Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau, Shocktrooper (Little_ninja)
Name: Professor Sigismund Schmidt "Sig the Dragon"
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: 

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Class: Tank Driver, Engineer

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Engineer tools and anything a tank driver needs, plus more. Also a flask of booze.

Personality: Sig is a rather lax person with an easygoing, all forgiving disposition. He however, tries to be a man of honor and chivalry, and for that very reason he strives to make his word have the same weight as law. A bon vivant and rogue in his free time, he's more than often found partying with junior members or bringing ladies to his bunk. Sig has also a vivid interest for weaponry, much like a child always seeking new toys, and he can be quite focused on researching and repairing tanks, whom he affectively calls his "babies". Sig's loyalty is set on stone, both by his honor code and his loyalty to comrades in arms. However, he is also more than capable of talking back to superiors if they're being negligent or foul, a bad habit that has bit him in the back sometimes.

Bio:Sig hails from the Kingdom of Fhirald. Originally a middle-class child with a rather strong fascination for innovation and technology, he enlisted in the army as engineer, in order to eventually become a top researcher in his homeland. Unluckily for him, the hammer of EW1 struck Fhirald hard, and soon he was fielded as a tank officer while the world kept crashing down around himself. Nevertheless, Sig fought back with immense ferocity as his duty compelled him to do so, stubbornly clinging to what shreds of weaponry and men had at his disposal, and not surrendering until the entire kingdom did, earning himself the nickname "Dragon". After the war, Sig survived the purge by virtue of the courage displayed against overwhelming odds and his inventive and resourceful mind, and was soon incorporated in the Imperial army. Sig eventually reached the rank of Captain as well as earning himself a place among Imperial weapon researchers.

However, Sig's career was halted suddenly when he admonished a superior Imperial officer with a jaw-breaking punch for desecrating a war graveyard while drunk. Sigismund was demoted to a 2nd Lieutenant and Court Martialed. It was then when he caught the attention of the 655 squadron, who offered him a spot as tank driver, due to having an unique combination of militar background, honor and loyalty, and enough scientific background to perform research in the spot if it was deemed necessary.


Imperial Army, Squadron 655

Sqdn 655, Officer Commanding


Name : Lynette "Monarch" Mooringstar

Gender : Female

Age: 32

Rank: Brigadier

Class: Tank Regiment Commander

Weapons and Equipment: Goll, Kar 1(g), and Imperial Field Glasses.

Personality: A rather stiff woman. Enforcing that her orders are carried out.

Bio: The prodigy of her father. Who's genius started the Federations Wonder Weapon program back in the first Europan War. And she has since continued the program. Introducing new vehicles and weapons, which have allowed for quick and early domination in the invasion of Gallia. The crews that serve under her have, through many means, come to respect her and understand that her word is final. Her word only being countered by Maximilian himself or his officers. 

She came to be interested in commanding these magnificent metal beasts that she's created, and thus commands one of the vehicles directly from time to time. During the times in which she doesn't crew one, she watches and commands the regiment from a reasonable distance, accompanied by a small, two man guard and a armored car.


Second in Command and Combat Commander


Name
Marcus Beirmann

Gender
Male

Age
32
Appearance
Tall and haughty, Marcus is the very picture of the gentrified Imperial ideal. His blonde hair and piercing blue eyes mark him as a member of the Empire's ethnic elite and he has the skill and willpower to live up to that lineage. He is almost always in full tanker's uniform, including a panzer wrap and crush cap.

Rank
Lieutenant, Squadron 655 Executive Officer and commander of the experimental tank Siegfried

Class
Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment


ZM MP5 Submachine gun


Goll A Pistol

Personality
Marcus is focused and professional in all aspects of his life, an exemplar of Imperial self-discipline. He is rarely flustered and is well-known for making brutally efficient decisions on the battlefield, sometimes sacrificing allies to give him the advantage. He does, however, value his subordinates and will fight furiously to ensure their safety both on and off the battlefield. Marcus doesn't have much of a sense of humour, instead preferring stoic pragmatism at all times.

Bio
Forged in the fires of modern war, Lieutenant Beirmann first served on the western front against the Federation. When his tank got cut off behind enemy lines, Marcus took his crew on a stealthy killing spree as he raided Federation supply lines and convoys up and down the bocage. When he ran out of ammunition, Marcus commandeered an enemy tank and continued his rampage until the severely weakened Federal forces retreated westward and he was able to link up with forward elements of the Imperial Army. By the time he and his crew were re-issued a tank, they had destroyed twenty-nine Federation tanks and dozen of supply trucks. He went on to serve a further two years on the western front, distinguishing himself as one of the Empire's most skilled aces. Eventually, he was transferred to the interior to co-command a newly organised experimental formation dubbed Squadron 655. By the time of the invasion of Gallia, Sqrn 655 had trialed several new vehicles and had moved onto super-heavy designs by the savant Lynette Mooringstar. Serving as combat commander of the unit and commander of the experimental main battle tank Siegfried, Lieutenant Marcus Beirmann is a force to be reckoned with.


Sqrn 655 Soldiers
Name: Lukas Glockner
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Lukas has black hair, blue eyes, stands just over 6' tall, and possesses many scars across his pale skin.

Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Position: Gunner

Weapons and Equipment: Imperial Goll Pistol and standard tank crew gear. Despite tank crew almost never being issued them, he always has one grenade stashed on his person while in uniform.

Personality: Loyal, helpful, somewhat paranoid, and incredibly bloodthirsty/vengeful. If you wrong him or is friends, he will chase you to the ends of the earth. He is also somewhat on the quiet side, but wouldn't be considered antisocial as he will happily carry on a conversation if approached. 

Bio: A foreigner to the empire, Lukas arrived at its borders nearly a decade ago under a different name. Abandoning it and taking the name 'Lukas Glockner', he set about building a new life there in the fastest way he knew how: by joining the Imperial Army. Despite the fact that the army was notoriously slow to warm to people not of Imperial birth, Lukas quickly rose through the ranks as a tank gunner. To be frank, He was one of the best gunners they had ever seen, able to hit distant targets with almost supernatural accuracy even when adverse conditions like poor weather or his tank being in motion presented themselves. It was this skill that eventually lead to him being assigned to Squadron 655 to assist in the field trials of experimental cannons, rockets and other launcher systems. 

Despite his age, Lukas has been all over the place and has a lot of stories to tell. He seems to have made a hobby of memorizing folktales from a number of different nations. Recounting stories of his travels, legends he's heard, and myths to those who would ask are some of the few times he will actually become passionate in a conversation. Tales of the Valkyrur especially interest him, and if one were to search his quarters, they would find a small library of books dedicated to them.

Just after the beginning weeks of EWII, Lukas' performance began to falter. The reason for this became clear when a superior checked his correspondence. One of his best friends, who had joined the army with him, had been killed in a clash outside a federation town. It took a few days to get over his grief, but after that, Lukas's performance returned to normal with one major exception: His eagerness to kill and destroy those who opposed his empire had increased tenfold. Blaming the war (and more specifically: Those who opposed them in the war) for the death of his friend, Lukas has channeled all of his grief into striking down those who would stand against him and his squad. Outside of combat this has little effect on him, but in combat, the maniacal laughing and streams of curses pouring from him when ever he got a kill would be impossible to ignore if not for the noisy environment of the inside of a tank. Once or twice this behavior has landed his file on the desk of a superior with a note recommending his withdraw from active combat, but the response has always been "He's one of our best and doesn't seem to be out of control. We still need him.".


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