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Hmm. That is odd. Well, this is alt-universe so I think the British should rethink that illogical strategy. Haha

Name: Marcus Telford Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: He has short, spiky brown hair and blue eyes. Always seen wearing a smile. He wears his SLR slung over his shoulder, his pistol and combat knife both hang from his hip. Rank: Lance Corporal Role: Rifleman Weapon and Ammunition: L1A1 SLR (8x20-round mags), Browning Hi-Power (4x9-round mags), Combat Knife Brief Background: Marcus joined the military at age 20 in hopes of earning an honest living for his new family. He had been quick to marry his high school sweetheart, Trinity Ashby. Perhaps too quick, his brother would say. Not being able to attend college and having no real skills that could benefit him in a workplace he turned to the only option left. With a child on the way he needed to be able to support them and the military offered that. So he finished his training and became a Private. Not seeing any action and having no opportunity for promotion, he sat as a private for about 2 years. That was until the Cyprus Emergency, in which case he showed his ability to lead men against combatants as well as protect civilians. His CO saw promise in the kid and promoted him to Lance Corporal. He stayed in Cyprus and assisted in many operations. That is, until he was relocated to a Carrier just off the coast of Egypt. Now he waits with his brothers to hear his assignment. The only thing that calms his nerves is looking at the picture of his beautiful Irish wife and newborn baby girl. Equipment: He keeps a canteen on him as well as a compass. The only personal effect he keeps is a picture of his wife and daughter, a rubber band keeping it pinned to his canteen.

Alright thanks. I'll definitely take the FN FAL. I'll work on a character sheet in a bit.

I'm really interested in a military RP. The only thing I would have problems with are the weapons.

I would love to try it out. Haven't done a wolf to before but I've played the Yosemite wolf simulator. That's close enough, right? Lol.

[The Free Lands of Anarkosia](http://www.nationstates.net/nation=free_lands_of_anarkosia) This is my first Nrp. So a little advice or guidance before my first post would be appreciated.

I would be interested in joining this. The Viking era is rife with good writing material.

I want to play Taniel Two-Shot from the [Powdermage Trilogy](http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Promise_of_Blood) Can I also include his companion from the series?

Kai scrambled into the rundown cantina, watching out the door fr a few seconds to ensure he wasn't followed. Once he was certain that he was clear he turned to the room full of patrons and gave his eyes some time to adjust before searching for his contact. Tucked in a back corner booth was a pale Zabrak. Kai moved to him smoothly, taking the seat opposite him. Kai nonchalantly glanced around the cantina. He wanted to be sure no prying eyes or ears were nearby. It was just good business. Certain there were no eaves being dropped he placed a hand inside his coat, feeling the coarse parcel beneath his touch. "So, mind telling me why I almost became bantha fodder for these schematics? I mean this is probably for some big weapon or something, huh? I think my payment should reflect the risks that were involved. I mean a Bothan nearly died getting you this intel." The Zabrak listened patiently, but the scorn on his face only grew as Kai continued to talk. "Your payment is perfectly adequate," he finally spoke, sliding a credit chip across the table. "Now, give me the data. My employer will be most pleased to learn of your success. Perhaps you might even become his sole contractor, assuming you can keep that big mouth of yours shut." Kai kept both paws tucked beneath his coat. One was over the parcel. The other was wrapped around his blaster. Whether you're a smuggler, bounty hunter, or a simple thief one must always be prepared to shoot first. "Well that's excellent, assuming there's a huge pay increase." He tossed the package across the table. It was a small envelope with a holodisk inside filled with data from one of the largest weapons manufacturers on Balmorra. He didn't look at the data. That's how one gets themselves offed. However, he didn't need to be a genius to know it was big and dangerous. And he didn't need to be a spy to know this man was an envoy of the Sith Empire. That was not his business, nor his politics, however. Instead, he grabbed the credstick and thanked the puppet for his time and money. With a scoff the Zabrak stood from the booth and headed for the door. "Goodbye to you too, you pointy headed nerfherder," he muttered under his breath before waving over a server. A young boy with dirty finger nails and unkempt hair sauntered over to him. "Let me get a drink little man. Don't much care what it is, so long as it's from the top shelf." He thought for a second before stopping the boy. "Eh, middle shelf." As the boy walked away Kai couldn't help but feel for the kid. He knew he was a slave and he would place good money on the fact that serving drinks wasn't this boy's only duties. The galaxy was a big place with many tastes and preferences. Any slave owner would do well to cater to the needs of all his customers, assuming he was a loathsome scumbag.

Name: Kai Ralk'bar Age: 24 Race: Bothan Appearance: He is short and slender like most Bothans. He has a few scars on his snout and the tip of one ear had been burned off by a lightsaber. His fur is brown. Profession: He is a thief for hire. Equipment: He wears a thick brown overcoat covering a dark red vest. He carries two blaster pistols holstered under his coat as well as a vibrodagger. Personality: Kai is a cheerful and charming Bothan. He finds himself having to talk his way out of many situations. When the diplomatic solutions fail however, he is not afraid to turn to aggressive negotiations. Back Story: Kai Ralk'bar is from the clan Bar back on Bothawui. His father is an extremely important and powerful political figure as the representative of clan Bar on the Bothan council. One day, on a diplomatic mission to an outter-rim colony, Kai got into a confrontation with a Republic Officer over a game of sebacc. The confrontation resulted in the death of the officer leaving Kai to flee from authorities. He was also exiled by his father after bringing dishonor to his clan. He now travels only as Kai Ralk, leaving his clan name behind.