Woopsie... Sorry.
Edit: I think the new pic is a really good one. Also M16A1, with the forward assist.. nice.
Edit: I think the new pic is a really good one. Also M16A1, with the forward assist.. nice.
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Hoping for a good turkey-day...
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If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bs
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Driving a sandworm through a pre-school...
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Remember, punishable by fine means legal for a price.
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♪♫♪ Don't climb up the rope. Dont haul up the mast. And if ya see a sailin' ship it might'n be yer last...♪♫♪
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Bio
Tearstone
Summary
Name: Tearstone
Aliases: Tearstone
Age: 33
Birthday: March 13th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Location: Resides in western Oklahoma
Gender:
Major/Minor: Associates degree in Occupational Studies - Massage Therapy
Occupation: Unemployed/Under-employed Cert. Massage Therapist, freelance writer
Languages: Fluent in English, Bad English/Profanity. Knowledgeable of Japanese, Spanish, and Latin.
Current Bio Theme: None
Years Rping: 20 years
Preferred Rp Section: Typically casual or advanced.
Rp Level: High casual to advanced.
Dedication Level: I don't know what yardstick to measure this with. It all depends on my interest, if I'm enjoying the writing and my partners.
Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: If you one-line me and use chatspeak where it doesn't belong, I will CUT you. Pay attention to lore and genre conventions. DO NOT fall silent on me. IF you're bored, say so. If something happens, freaking tell me. I want to get to know my partners out of character too.
Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's: Yes. Very much so. I love teaching and doing what I can to improve people's skills, and challenge their ability. I love fostering growth.
Appearance
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: Overweight
Build: Ectomorphic, athletic. Built like a tank... or a tall dwarf
Eyes: Hazel-gray, but color shift with light and mood.
Hair: Chocolate brown, collar length currently. May grow out again.
Skin Tone: Light, tan decently in summer, but I live like basement cat.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No tats or piercings. Scar, right wrist (1 cun (3 finger widths), medial from hand crease.) Sits across radial bone on anterior, 45° angle, looks self inflicted, but is actually from fending off an attacker in middle school. Burn scar left knee, the size of a quarter. Stuck knee against hot muffler of lawn mower on accident around 2004. Burn scar torso lower right quadrant inferior to navel and one inch lateral, spilled hot-ass ramen on self last winter. Some of the liquid got lodged in waist band of shorts and caused burn.
Personal Style:
Psychology
Intelligent * Procrastinator * Intuitive * Apathetic * Flexible/Adaptable * Cynical
Sexuality: Kinsey 2
Relationship Status: Semi-open longterm relationship/domestic partnership
Personality: INTJ/P, Turbulent quality. Swings to INFJ/P at times. Born a Pisces, much of Tearston's personality has been altered by their experiences, bu thtey still posses a deep emotional reservoir. Highly creative, great with abstract reasoning and special reasoning, Tear spends much time considering many problems. The overall personality has lead to a life of creative and intellectual pursuits.
Habits:
Hobbies: Reading, writing/RPing, PC gaming especially MMORPG's, graphic design work. Trained in martial arts from the age of 7. Is a firearms and explosives enthusiast. Is enthusiastic about all things militaria, and has a keep interest in law enforcement as well. Music - listening, spinning records and live mixing, writing music and producing in digital audio workspaces such as FL Studio (Fruity Loops). Tear has been a musician since the sixth grade, and is self-taught on a few instruments not learned in school. Singing is another hobby band while somewhat skilled, they are terribly self-conscious about singing for others. Hiking, bushcraft and survival skills. Cooking is a joy and passion, and is considered to be an art form.
Fears: Tearstone has arachnaphobia to a moderate degree. Blame watching the movie by the same name when they were little. Fears physical trauma especially surgery. This gives them the heebie-jeebies. They don't care for needles but will endure some poking and prodding. Tearstone fears leaving behind a negative legacy for their loved ones.
Dislikes:
Cards On The Table
Rp's Currently Gming: None on RPG
Rp's Currently Enjoying: None on RPG. Play by post Tabletop game on FB for Storm King's Thunder though.
Past RP's Enjoyed:
Other Places Of Interest:
Favorite Posts: Stay tuned.
Upcoming Works: The Raptor Company (a fantasy novel), Crucible, (a sci-fi novel)
History
What Brings You To Role Player Guild: Roleplay
Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Tearstone was a member of several play by post, forum RP's and chat RP's as well as in-game RP groups in various MMO's including World of Warcraft, Eve Online, Neverwinter Nights, Champions Online, and so on.
Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: See above, not much has changed. Tearstone has made it through two major site crashes, but is still confident in Mahz.
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Quotes or Sayings:
Theme Song: Really?
Advice To The World: Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about the consequences and repercussions. Love each other.
Anything Else: - Nothing right now.
Most Recent Posts
Yeah, I had Dodge check the cockpit for precisely those reasons, but based on Tomes post, everything in there was pretty wrecked. I thought about leaving a grenade or claymore behind (somebody's bound to have one out of all the dead bodies) but since time was a factor... Also a grenade left in a deadman fashion like that would be a great warning that someone else was at the crash site.
Oh I agree. Also PFC Nossie! XD I think I need to hit Photoshop or something for that.
OOC discussion is always good. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any meta-creep going on. We're all good. XD
OOC discussion is always good. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any meta-creep going on. We're all good. XD
Btw, Tome, you have two Co-GM's listed in the Character Sheet Tab, and one listed on the OOC for this. None of them seem to be participants in the RP.
dunno if this is a mistake or what.
dunno if this is a mistake or what.
Yeah, I get that. It's more the positioning of people in the formation. BUT, with what they have to work with, it's about as ideal as it's going to get. Suppression up front that can take any of three main directions with the same kind of AOE in the back with grenades, or Dodgers serving as grenadier for the unit. Riflemen are positioned so they can coordinate in any direction and keeping their best assets in the middle.
It's very reminiscent of an adventuring party formation in D&D. Fighters in the front, mages in the back with other ranged/melee capable mixed in. Enfilade fire down a line would indeed be a machine gunner's wet dream and would be stupid. A MaDeuce is a hell of meat grinder in that kind of situation, but pass-through or over penetration is a real issue out there.
So yeah... It's not great, but it's about as good as it can get. Eli was mostly just commenting in his head about it, but is on the same page.
On a side note: This is why I avoid letting people into character's head, to see their thought processes. Becaus then tings come up OOC, and people want to start adding in OOC info as far as discussions go. Suddenly characters become psychic, or able to read a person like a book, which is an unconscious usage of OOC knowledge or metagaming and I avoid it often.
And that's not to say that is what RoadRash is doing, but it's something that comes to mind as I write this stuff out. I think that's one big difference between novel type writing, and RP-style writing for me. For a novel, the reader can't interact, or alter things, so by all means, they should be in the main character's head. For RP though, unless psychic, or very good at reading people... I tend to let them make inferences from what is said and expressed. Maybe this has made my writing suffer over the years, but I've been working back into adding thought processes, underlying feelings or emotions.
I've expressed that on the Guild before. It's something that again came to mind as I was starting this post. It's just something to be careful of, and again, not saying Road is doing that.
And no, I'm not angry/mad/upset/irritate.d I'm pretty happy, and calm and collected. Just putting it out there.
Carry on.
It's very reminiscent of an adventuring party formation in D&D. Fighters in the front, mages in the back with other ranged/melee capable mixed in. Enfilade fire down a line would indeed be a machine gunner's wet dream and would be stupid. A MaDeuce is a hell of meat grinder in that kind of situation, but pass-through or over penetration is a real issue out there.
So yeah... It's not great, but it's about as good as it can get. Eli was mostly just commenting in his head about it, but is on the same page.
On a side note: This is why I avoid letting people into character's head, to see their thought processes. Becaus then tings come up OOC, and people want to start adding in OOC info as far as discussions go. Suddenly characters become psychic, or able to read a person like a book, which is an unconscious usage of OOC knowledge or metagaming and I avoid it often.
And that's not to say that is what RoadRash is doing, but it's something that comes to mind as I write this stuff out. I think that's one big difference between novel type writing, and RP-style writing for me. For a novel, the reader can't interact, or alter things, so by all means, they should be in the main character's head. For RP though, unless psychic, or very good at reading people... I tend to let them make inferences from what is said and expressed. Maybe this has made my writing suffer over the years, but I've been working back into adding thought processes, underlying feelings or emotions.
I've expressed that on the Guild before. It's something that again came to mind as I was starting this post. It's just something to be careful of, and again, not saying Road is doing that.
And no, I'm not angry/mad/upset/irritate.d I'm pretty happy, and calm and collected. Just putting it out there.
Carry on.
Sorry, I thought it appropriate to have a backup. While Dodgers isn't an officer per-se it would be easy to buy one or acquire one through various means. A 1911 would be a good choice, especially with ammo in the area. I also never indicated that it was "issued" to him.
I also wonder if anybody else besides the pigman and his assistant are carrying ammo for the pig. From what I haven heard it was common practice for others in the unit to carry supplies for some of the others, sharing the load, such as extra ammo for the pig, extra mortar rounds if there's a mortar team, extra rifle grenades, and so on. I've seen some of this from modern combat footage as well. It doesn't seem like people are carrying much extra here, but it was a thought I figured I would share.
I also wonder if anybody else besides the pigman and his assistant are carrying ammo for the pig. From what I haven heard it was common practice for others in the unit to carry supplies for some of the others, sharing the load, such as extra ammo for the pig, extra mortar rounds if there's a mortar team, extra rifle grenades, and so on. I've seen some of this from modern combat footage as well. It doesn't seem like people are carrying much extra here, but it was a thought I figured I would share.
The marching orders were a little odd, Eli thought, but this was a seriously SNAFU anyway. The selection gave a relatively decent dispersal of fire, a balance of assault and overwatch, and kept their ass-end covered. A good tracker though could figure out how many survivors, and with a staggered unit, they doubled the chances of catching a mine or tripwire, but this deep in, it wasn't likely to set one off. Charlie didn't boobytrap his own back yard where one of their kids might catch a tin-can trap instead.
Normally Dodgers had his own fireteam to lead, but it looked like they hadn't made it out of the crash. Already he missed the reliability of those guys. They were much more vulnerable, but at least this situation wasn't their problem anymore. Hefting Becca, his M16, he positioned himself to take a sector of fire different from the rest while they got their orders, but now, he was bringing up the rear as they formed up to move out to the east. Not only would he have to watch where he stepped, but where everybody else did as well, and keep an eye out behind.
Once they were moving out of the clearing, he maintained a steady pace gained from years of walking in the rocky terrain around Borger, with it's red clay and red dirt hills, the sand bars around the Canadian River with the occasional patch of quicksand and more frequent slow sand (yes that's a thing), and then a couple years stomping around in the jungles here, he found the travel to be easier for him than a lot of the new guys. He could move without disturbing the vegetation as much, his eyes had learned how to sort out the visual junk of all the vines, bushes, twigs, branches, and trees. The humidity sucked, it made you hot, made you sweat, but you could never get dry, and so you never realized how much water you really lost. With the area he was from, it was a semi-arid region. Desert survival and water conservation he knew about as well.
With the adrenaline crash that came after a fire fight, a sudden emergency... those kinds of things, he knew people were going to get dull soon. Stress, especially combat stress, was the greatest thing for causing mental and even physical fatigue, and with the guys starting to come down, it could lead to some bad mistakes. They were going to be heading into some mean bush too. Besides just VC there were snakes, tigers, wild boar (he thought), and a few other things that could make life... interesting. Not to mention the traps and mines and all they could possibly run into. It was one reason Eli tried to stay emotionally detached... using his head for something besides a hat rack.
Who knew how many miles they were going to have to hump it before they could get extracted? He knew that ounces were going to turn into pounds, in their gear, before the end of the day. Pounds would turn into tons. "Welcome to the suck," he muttered to borrow from a couple Marine buddies. Part of him hoped they wouldn't have to walk the whole way back. Maybe a friendly river patrol boat or huey could pick them up or something.
Elijah paused once in a while to listen to the jungle around them, as well as for signs of pursuit, looking for movement behind them as well. His steps were designed to fall into the footfalls of the others to help at least partially conceal their numbers, and still he kept paying attention for signs of traps and mines, even though others had traveled in front of him, through the same space. Most of all though, he paid attention to his gut instincts, the hairs on the back of his neck, the kind of thing developed with a long time in the bush, and in country.
Normally Dodgers had his own fireteam to lead, but it looked like they hadn't made it out of the crash. Already he missed the reliability of those guys. They were much more vulnerable, but at least this situation wasn't their problem anymore. Hefting Becca, his M16, he positioned himself to take a sector of fire different from the rest while they got their orders, but now, he was bringing up the rear as they formed up to move out to the east. Not only would he have to watch where he stepped, but where everybody else did as well, and keep an eye out behind.
Once they were moving out of the clearing, he maintained a steady pace gained from years of walking in the rocky terrain around Borger, with it's red clay and red dirt hills, the sand bars around the Canadian River with the occasional patch of quicksand and more frequent slow sand (yes that's a thing), and then a couple years stomping around in the jungles here, he found the travel to be easier for him than a lot of the new guys. He could move without disturbing the vegetation as much, his eyes had learned how to sort out the visual junk of all the vines, bushes, twigs, branches, and trees. The humidity sucked, it made you hot, made you sweat, but you could never get dry, and so you never realized how much water you really lost. With the area he was from, it was a semi-arid region. Desert survival and water conservation he knew about as well.
With the adrenaline crash that came after a fire fight, a sudden emergency... those kinds of things, he knew people were going to get dull soon. Stress, especially combat stress, was the greatest thing for causing mental and even physical fatigue, and with the guys starting to come down, it could lead to some bad mistakes. They were going to be heading into some mean bush too. Besides just VC there were snakes, tigers, wild boar (he thought), and a few other things that could make life... interesting. Not to mention the traps and mines and all they could possibly run into. It was one reason Eli tried to stay emotionally detached... using his head for something besides a hat rack.
Who knew how many miles they were going to have to hump it before they could get extracted? He knew that ounces were going to turn into pounds, in their gear, before the end of the day. Pounds would turn into tons. "Welcome to the suck," he muttered to borrow from a couple Marine buddies. Part of him hoped they wouldn't have to walk the whole way back. Maybe a friendly river patrol boat or huey could pick them up or something.
Elijah paused once in a while to listen to the jungle around them, as well as for signs of pursuit, looking for movement behind them as well. His steps were designed to fall into the footfalls of the others to help at least partially conceal their numbers, and still he kept paying attention for signs of traps and mines, even though others had traveled in front of him, through the same space. Most of all though, he paid attention to his gut instincts, the hairs on the back of his neck, the kind of thing developed with a long time in the bush, and in country.
Not actually up in the panhandle. I'm on the west end but like right in the mid-line of the state.
Funny thing is, I'm actually from the Panhandle of Texas. And yeah, I agree the scenery isn't all that pretty here, but most of the time the weather is nice enough for riding, sometimes even in the winter. Buuuut then again, we get some bitter cold from arctic blasts, and we received more snow this year than I think we have for the last couple.
Funny thing is, I'm actually from the Panhandle of Texas. And yeah, I agree the scenery isn't all that pretty here, but most of the time the weather is nice enough for riding, sometimes even in the winter. Buuuut then again, we get some bitter cold from arctic blasts, and we received more snow this year than I think we have for the last couple.
If I could travel that far, I would. We're on opposite ends of the state.
Heh, I live in Oklahoma as well, RoadRash. You wouldn't happen to be in the western end of the state would you?
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