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Username:Vas Khaleen

Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall

Age:28

Height:6'6

Gender:Female

Race:Orc

Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.

They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.

Profession:Kingsguard

Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer

Appearance:

Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.

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Alright I posted, I'm a lot more rusty than I recall being any tips or advice is greatly appreciated.
Assarah rode at the front of the Golden Company as they marched through the sun baked desert terrain, having landed just recently with the other several battalions; though unlike many of them she wasn't there to be a hero or to fight for the peoples rights under Gargth's rule. No the Golden Company came to fight on both the promise of gold and prepayment by Kings and Queens, the companies skill in battle well known and highly sought after; especially after the group acquired several thousand muskets weapons that most humans had never seen much less used before. The company marched in straight well organized rows, as volleys of fire were the most effective method in an open space like the desert they found themselves in, each man armored differently than the one beside him; most having bits and pieces of armor as opposed to the heavier full suits typical of warfare. Their muskets leaned against the right shoulder of each fighter, the buttstock firmly planted into the palms of those whom carried them; each man also carried a powder horn and several dozen spare musket balls the extra firearms, ammo, and other such supplies being watched over by young lads not fit to fight yet hauled by heavy set pack mules on wooden ski's for the sand.

As the company marched Assarah called for a full stop at the top of a large sand dune overlooking Sandbrick, an excellent vantage point for the ranged experts the hill leading down to Sandbrick was steep at a near forty five degree angle; and extended over ninety yards down the company halted over two hundred yards from the city walls themselves. It was at this time the unnatural lightning began to impact the loose ground, heat scorching the sand black and occasionally turning it into patches of glass; Assarah swung her body down from the great stallion she sat upon a young boy taking the beasts reigns and leading it back to the rear of the battalion. As the Shadow warriors formed their rigid battle lines around their commander Assarah looked to her Dwarvish captain whom was seated upon the back of his boar a beast near the size of a pony but with far more muscle and a desire to thrash anything and everything in its path. She nodded at Aktun and he nodded back Assarah inhaled deeply as she took up her own musket, pouring powder into the barrel of the firearm and quickly following it with a .40 caliber lead minne ball; using the long iron ram rod to pack the ball tightly into the rifled barrel. Shouting the first of many verbal commands as she sank back a step to stand in line with the first row of riflemen.

"Company load! First row kneel!"

As soon as she shouted the command was repeated down the line, loudest by Aktun whom like most dwarves had a hardy deep voice with quite a lot of volume behind it; and each man loaded his weapon the shadow warriors now charging up the steep dune showing little difficulty in climbing the sand the front line of troops including Assarah dropping onto one knee. Her second command bellowed out even louder than the first; the aiming command only allowed to sit for a few seconds as the battalion was highly trained and disciplined in the use of the muskets.

"Take aim! Fire!!!!"

As she gave the order to fire the line erupted with the crack of black powder popping, the noise comparable to that of thunder from the first three rows; a huge tuft of white smoke blown away by the heated desert wind the large volley of several hundred lead balls ripping into the shadow warriors and decimating their center the tightly packed unit quite vulnerable to the deadly range and power of the firearms. No sooner than the first three rows had fired did they drop backwards allowing the last two rows to advance already loaded and primed to fire; Aktun shouting loudly for the two ready rows to aim and fire throwing another volley of metal into the still advancing horde. During this time the three front rows returned to their original positions, reloaded and ready Assarah quickly standing upright as the Shadow warriors despite heavy losses were 15 yards from the top of the dunes their lack of fear or self preservation taking a bit of the muskets psychological advantage away.

"Fix bayonets!! Second, third row fire!! Prepare to charge!!"

As she shouted the rows behind herself opened up for a third volley buying the time for the men to fix long steel bayonets to the ends of their rifles; Assarah letting loose a fierce scream as she barreled down the hill her musket raised at chest level the buttstock beneath her left arm. The first row of men numbering around a hundred and fifty following their leader in the berserk charge, their armor clinking and shifting as they barreled into the shadow warriors; Aktun quickly calling for the second row to fix bayonets and charge after Assarah; unhappily remaining with the reserve lines which were quickly reloading to supply covering fire if a retreat occurred. Assarah shoved her bayonet deep into one of the warriors, her eyes fierce and alight with determination, quickly pulling her blade free to engage another target using the buttstock of the rifle. Though within the next few minutes the warriors suddenly dissipated back into harmless earth around them, The Golden company men cheering loudly only to be cut off by the appearance of the large hand and the accompanying giant; Assarah staring wide eyed at the towering beast.

"Full stop!! Reform the lines!!! Reform the lines!!! Reload and fire on my command! Aktun advance!!!"

As she shouted the men hurriedly reformed close packed lines, loading their rifles as they were ordered their position half way down the dune around a hundred yards from the giant; an advantage which Assarah knew would be critical to the alliance defeating the behemoth. As she prepared to give the command to aim and fire, she lifted her own rifle upwards pressing it firm into her shoulder.

"Aim and fire!! Reload!"

The loud crackle of the musket's once again rang out, the company mages lending their arcane prowess to give each shot a bit of magical energy to add impact power for more umph; the thick white smoke thrown away once more across the desert sands. Her troops well drilled already began to reload before the smoke had even cleared, all in all numbering only eleven dead and six wounded at this point; her aim to keep losses low and plunder high as no matter how strong the bond they were all Sellswords whom never tended to stay on the losing side of a battle.
@Vas Khaleen Looks good to me, accepted!

<Snipped quote by Weird Tales>

Good luck! Don't get squished!


Excellent, ill be posting today when i get out of the welding shop.
I edited my sheet around, is it alright now? @Footman
RIP RP
Lily turned her head lazily towards the door as the farmer came bursting through it shouting over all the commotion, some fights carrying on despite the loud man; although they all came to a stop as the gunshots rang out the shattering of the front glass windows piercing the air. Each bullet making a whizzing popping sound as they flew mere inches from patrons heads, Lily herself hitting the floor as soon as the window directly behind her exploded from the force of a rifle round; her left hand ripping the Griswold on her right side out of its holster. Her back firmly pressed against the wooden front wall of the saloon, disregarding her previous engagement as had the other patrons; some drawing their own firearms while others fled in a panic quickly meeting their end however as they climbed out the windows away from the flames and bullets.

"Mother fucker! Git sum got damned water!! Turn them tables over by the duurs!!"

Lily shouted to various patrons not fleeing as the makeshift incendiary bomb exploded only a few meters from her position, cocking the hammer of her Griswold turning quickly leaning against the wall as the lead bullets crackled and split the wood of the saloon wall; her arm extending out from behind the cover out the busted window along with a portion of her face enough to see. Her index finger slowly squeezed the trigger the hammer striking down with great speed and force upon the bullets rear, a loud pop accompanied by a puff of smoke from the end of the dull iron; sending a bullet of her own zipping through the air finding its mark in one of the bandits lower left ribcage. As quickly as she had emerged Lily fell back behind her cover, a volley of specifically aimed rounds ricocheting off the windowsill in retaliation, quickly changing position by ducking and quickly grasping a thick game table flipping it on its side in front of the battered doors.
Name:Linda Fredrickson

Age:28

Gender:Female

Bio/Personality: Linda was raised all through the country as a military brat for most of her life, until her fathers death overseas when she was 17. Her behavior was not much worse than your average teenager, drinking, smoking, sneaking around without her mothers knowledge, and she developed a deep love of motorcycles at a much younger age which kept her out of most serious trouble; ironically the same love of motorcycles led her into the life of a 1% biker. Albeit this was following her enlistment in the Airforce, in which she was a combat helicopter pilot; she served in the military from the ages of eighteen to twenty two when she was dishonorably discharged for refusing the commands of a superior officer. Eventually striking the officer which was the reason for the discharge, disgruntled and alone Linda roamed on her Harley doing odd jobs here and there, selling drugs on the side to keep herself in good condition.

When she was twenty three Linda began to hang around the outlaw element of bikers due to her illicit business with the group selling amphetamines, eventually she became close friends with quite a few members of the larger 1% club The Bastards of Hell. Going to parties and events with the club until she was offered a chance to be a prospect and their first female one at that, a full year later at twenty four Linda earned her full patch; and was already in love with the fast paced illegal life style.

She quickly rose up the ranks of the club her military background assisting her greatly in that regard, at twenty five she took over as chapter president by a totally unanimous yay vote from the clubs members. As such the club took off doubling their sales of guns and explosives to the other bosses and criminal organizations, locking the market down with brutal retribution to any competitors and a close relationship with the IRA a terrorist organization which used gun running to fund its private wars. When a decently sized street gang began pushing in on their profits Linda immediately moved to handle the situation calling for a sit down between herself and the head of the gang, coming back out of the warehouse with his head in her hand before her MC mowed the remaining members down and stuck their heads on spikes lining the fence.

Weapons
-Access to nigh anything

-Colt 1911 .45 WWII vintage BoH inscribed on the slide (Everyday carry)

Appearance:

Military days


Outlaw


Other: Mild PTSD

Devils Descipile tattooed beneath her collar bone

Club patch tattoo (whole back)

Apache Attack helicopter tattoo (right bicep)

Pistol grip ak47 tattoo (left wrist)

Motorcycle
Harley Dyna
I'm done now.
Oooo gunfight yes!
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