@Voltus_Ventus I can't find your PC anywhere. Am I just thick or haven't you posted one yet?
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Name: Tom Carson
Age: 39
Faction: Independent
Bio:
Tom Carson was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, to a British Army sergeant and his wife. Growing up in the turbulent political climate of the Troubles in 1980's Belfast left it's mark on young Tom, who came to hate both sides of the sectarian conflict and their extremism even more. He took refuge in history books, tales of epic journeys and mighty struggles taking him far from the fear and uncertainty of his dreary and grey homeland.
He joined the British Army's officer corps as soon as humanly possible, his only wish to get as far as possible from where he had grown up, and served in the Royal Ulster Rifles for the next years. He saw fierce combat in both Iraq an Afghanistan, coming to the conclusion that the fanatics he fought here were little different from the IRA or UVF back home.
By the time he returned to the UK he was 38, a Captain distinguished by his bravery in combat and looking like he had a glittering career ahead of him in the army. But something in Carson had died out there in the Middle East, his idealism given way to cynicism. He quit the army, wandering aimlessly for the next couple of months. Then one day he saw a history book written by one of his superiors on the shelves of a supermarket, and decided to try his hand at that. Using his love for history and his credentials as a former British serviceman he has obtained an invitation from the records department of Berlin to come and study the actions of Germany's Army Group North in the USSR. Little does he know what he will find there.
Equipment: Walther PPK handgun as standard, everything else varies.
Age: 39
Faction: Independent
Bio:
Tom Carson was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, to a British Army sergeant and his wife. Growing up in the turbulent political climate of the Troubles in 1980's Belfast left it's mark on young Tom, who came to hate both sides of the sectarian conflict and their extremism even more. He took refuge in history books, tales of epic journeys and mighty struggles taking him far from the fear and uncertainty of his dreary and grey homeland.
He joined the British Army's officer corps as soon as humanly possible, his only wish to get as far as possible from where he had grown up, and served in the Royal Ulster Rifles for the next years. He saw fierce combat in both Iraq an Afghanistan, coming to the conclusion that the fanatics he fought here were little different from the IRA or UVF back home.
By the time he returned to the UK he was 38, a Captain distinguished by his bravery in combat and looking like he had a glittering career ahead of him in the army. But something in Carson had died out there in the Middle East, his idealism given way to cynicism. He quit the army, wandering aimlessly for the next couple of months. Then one day he saw a history book written by one of his superiors on the shelves of a supermarket, and decided to try his hand at that. Using his love for history and his credentials as a former British serviceman he has obtained an invitation from the records department of Berlin to come and study the actions of Germany's Army Group North in the USSR. Little does he know what he will find there.
Equipment: Walther PPK handgun as standard, everything else varies.
@Blue Demon All good in the hood.
@Blue Demon All good. I'll set a series of possibilities in the Chapter I description I'll be putting up how to access the records building.
@Tuxedo Fox
SECONDARY QUEST- A Light in the Darkness
Carson took a long, hard look at Boss' machete. "You don't wanna know how well I can use this. Not first hand anyways." Boss growled in a low voice. Carson agreed wholeheartedly with the big guy. "I hear ya, Boss. " He whispered. "Go show those bastards how you use your blade. I reckon they'd appreciate the lesson."
But his ally was already gone, moving towards the ruptured ship. The Major moved out as well, keeping his head low. He needn't have worried about any of the Marauder sentries outside the ship, Boss was cutting through them like an STD through a whorehouse. Carson moved to the left, where the walkway surrounding the bilge hung into space, broken in two by the crash. Warily scanning the surroundings Carson reckoned no foe would see him climbing onto the walkway.
He hauled himself onto the thin platform, crouching behind a miraculously untouched metal shipping crate. He could dimly see the shadowy figure of Boss making his way as close as possible to the enemy. The major levelled his AK, drawing a bead on the man sitting on the far stairs. I've been ambushed no less than three times since I came to this fucking place, he thought as he tightened his finger on the trigger. It's good to have the boot on the other foot.
With that he fired a long chattering burst, the rifle's muzzle-flare leaping from the barrel. The Marauder fell out of sight behind the stairs, blood spattering the rails. Switching targets the officer sent more bullets into the pirates playing cards. He saw one of their skulls disintegrate from the impact before ducking back into his cover. Return fire lashed back, sparking off the bulkhead behind him. Leaning out Carson put a round into another enemy, crowing as the man collapsed like a puppet with it's strings cut.
The Marauders scattered, diving into whatever cover they had. One guy, hopped up on Jet or something, disdained taking cover at all, running forward with his weapon, an assault rifle with a drum magazine, blazing on full auto. Carson could only huddle down and endure the shooting as a hail of lead screamed around him. He pulled his Soviet cap tighter onto his head. Any minute now, Boss, he thought grimly. Whenever you're ready.
The Battle of Marat Lighthouse had begun.
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
"We are the finest pleasure palace in Orleans, indeed in the whole South!" The receptionist, a clean-shaven man in his late 30's, told Par with pride. "We have something-or someone- for every taste."
He listened politely to Par's request.
"Yes, sir." He said once the trader had finished. You want the Red Room, on the first floor. You can't miss it-it's, well, red. But there is a 100 cap entrance fee-per person." He said, looking at Par's two companions. "You'll have to pay Raymond, the greeter upstairs, if you want in." The man handed Par a brochure. "Here is our catalogue. You'll find any man, woman, or creature you want in there."
The receptionist went back to his paperwork.
SECONDARY QUEST- A Light in the Darkness
Carson took a long, hard look at Boss' machete. "You don't wanna know how well I can use this. Not first hand anyways." Boss growled in a low voice. Carson agreed wholeheartedly with the big guy. "I hear ya, Boss. " He whispered. "Go show those bastards how you use your blade. I reckon they'd appreciate the lesson."
But his ally was already gone, moving towards the ruptured ship. The Major moved out as well, keeping his head low. He needn't have worried about any of the Marauder sentries outside the ship, Boss was cutting through them like an STD through a whorehouse. Carson moved to the left, where the walkway surrounding the bilge hung into space, broken in two by the crash. Warily scanning the surroundings Carson reckoned no foe would see him climbing onto the walkway.
He hauled himself onto the thin platform, crouching behind a miraculously untouched metal shipping crate. He could dimly see the shadowy figure of Boss making his way as close as possible to the enemy. The major levelled his AK, drawing a bead on the man sitting on the far stairs. I've been ambushed no less than three times since I came to this fucking place, he thought as he tightened his finger on the trigger. It's good to have the boot on the other foot.
With that he fired a long chattering burst, the rifle's muzzle-flare leaping from the barrel. The Marauder fell out of sight behind the stairs, blood spattering the rails. Switching targets the officer sent more bullets into the pirates playing cards. He saw one of their skulls disintegrate from the impact before ducking back into his cover. Return fire lashed back, sparking off the bulkhead behind him. Leaning out Carson put a round into another enemy, crowing as the man collapsed like a puppet with it's strings cut.
The Marauders scattered, diving into whatever cover they had. One guy, hopped up on Jet or something, disdained taking cover at all, running forward with his weapon, an assault rifle with a drum magazine, blazing on full auto. Carson could only huddle down and endure the shooting as a hail of lead screamed around him. He pulled his Soviet cap tighter onto his head. Any minute now, Boss, he thought grimly. Whenever you're ready.
The Battle of Marat Lighthouse had begun.
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
"We are the finest pleasure palace in Orleans, indeed in the whole South!" The receptionist, a clean-shaven man in his late 30's, told Par with pride. "We have something-or someone- for every taste."
He listened politely to Par's request.
"Yes, sir." He said once the trader had finished. You want the Red Room, on the first floor. You can't miss it-it's, well, red. But there is a 100 cap entrance fee-per person." He said, looking at Par's two companions. "You'll have to pay Raymond, the greeter upstairs, if you want in." The man handed Par a brochure. "Here is our catalogue. You'll find any man, woman, or creature you want in there."
The receptionist went back to his paperwork.
@Tuxedo Fox Yeah, I didn't see that you had created a character along those lines. But now that you mention it it could be pretty cool. They could even have known one another before the War, and have a 200+ year-old grudge.
Well I'm in the process of writing my newest post, so it shouldn't be too long until we can meet.
That's what I mean. For me a bio included all of the things in the sheet. So I'll make it clear. You can add as much as you want to the character sheet. I don't mind.
I'm fine with that. Mind you you won't get any of the reward for killing the Marauder leader or turning he lighthouse back on- that belongs to Carson and Boss. But have no fear, many more secondary quests will become available.
@Blue Demon I like your character. How would she have wound up getting to the records building in Berlin? Was she invited, did she forge an invitation, is she going to break in?
@Simple Unicycle OOC first, so we can work out their starting positions. And yes, you can add as much as you want to the bio.
@Simple Unicycle OOC first, so we can work out their starting positions. And yes, you can add as much as you want to the bio.
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