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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:16:13 GMT
New Character! It's the officer in my last post^^
Name: Alex Clouse
Age: 21
Faction: Reich
Role: Officer in the Wafen SS.
Appearance: 6'1", bright blonde hair combed to one side, grey trench coat with old WW2 style German camo underneath, strong build, sharp features.
Personality: Patriotic. Calm, cool and collected, charming, thoughtful
Weapons: Sturmgewehr 44 rifle, P38 pistol, bayonet knife, standard issue gas mask.
Strengths: Strong in unarmed and hand to hand, great shot with a rifle, master tactician, passionate about what he loves.
Weaknesses: often comes across as smug, sometimes slow to make decisions, can be overzealous, slow on the pistol draw.
Backstory: Growing up in a close family, Alex joined the Reich when he was 18 to make his father proud. His stratigic skills landed him in the SS as an officer in charge of several hundred men.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 5:20:08 GMT
"Yu just think that because you have fancy guns and a lot of land, yu are entitled to govern the world," Rose said bitterly. "The both of yu—bannin' books, fightin' wars, never ceasing to annoy each otha'."
"Ivy..." John murmured.
"At least he didn't threaten us, unlike you and your sorry lot," Rose continued, eyeing the officer while gesturing to Ilya. "Did they eradicate manners in the Reich?"
John snapped. "Ivy!" She fell silent, but her gaze still burned.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:28:53 GMT
Alex turned back around, as if one of his men wasn't being held in a choke hold and a gun wasn't being pointed at him.
"And what is the alternative?" He asked, towering over Rose. "Raiders and thieves roaming about? Evil driving society?"
"How about equal ownership of land?" Ilya piped in. Alex's gaze shot back to his opponent. "You mean nobody owning anything."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 5:34:18 GMT
Having decided that spitting on the officer wouldn't help their situation, Rose clenched her jaw.
"We wouldn't be in this mess t'all." Was her reply. She raised her chin, glaring at Alex with a look that clearly said 'I'm not afraid of you'.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:39:54 GMT
"Hah! If you are to blame anyone, it is this maggot!" Alex pointed accusingly at Ilya, who tried to stay strong, but guilt overrode. "If you leave them alone, and keep them out of this, I'll come with you. Do whatever you want with me. Do that weird burning thing you do with your prisoners. Just leave them out of this." Alex stopped for a moment. "Hmm. A noble request. Didn't think your people had a drop of honor in their Vodka filled blood." He turned and glared back at Rose. "But unfortunately, I cannot do that..." Before he could finish, Ilya moved. He fired at the man closest to Rose, the bullet making a clang on his helmet as he fell. Alex turned around, brandishing his rifle, but Ilya threw his human shield at the officer as he fired at the man on the other side of John and Rose.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 5:44:28 GMT
Rose paled slightly when Alex turned to her, and John moved to step between them—then Ilya started firing, and he leapt into action. Wrapping an arm around his daughter's waist, John fired at one of the soldiers close to Ilya, the rifle a little jerky in just one hand. Rose, meanwhile, drove her ankle into Alex's knee, flinching at every gunshot.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:51:06 GMT
Alex threw his man off him, but in the process dropped his rifle. He tried to go for his side arm, but found himself on the ground after his knees collapsed from under him. He found himself looking down the barrel of a Russian made Makarov pistol in the hands of a Spetsnaz. "I would kill you now," Ilya began. "But I like you. You don't seem half bad under all the propaganda and brain washing." He looked back at the father and his daughter. A family... Like the one he never had... "See these two?" Ilya pointed at the two. "They are under my protection. And if any of you Nazi SCUM want to harm them, I will have to be dead first. And believe me, I have survived much worse than a battalion of your kind!" With that, Ilya's boot slammed into Alex's head, and for the officer, all went black.
"Do you have a home that you would need to stop by before we go?" Ilya asked John.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 5:54:35 GMT
John was holding Rose close, the teen covering her ears and hiding her face in his father's shirt. Looking up at Ilya, John shook his head.
"No home," he said softly, so he wouldn't scare Rose. "We have our bags with us...but where are we going?"
((I'm heading off to bed now, so I'll reply in the morning!))
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 5:57:35 GMT
"I am a foreigner in a strange land," Ilya said, picking up one of the Nazi's rifles and handing it to Rose. A G36 carbine. Lightweight and fast firing. "You lead the way. If we can get near Old Belfast, if the radiation isn't so bad, I fan find where I am to meet my extraction. Then from there, we will be taken to Germany. We will have to be fast and quiet if we are to slip by them in their homeland. From there, we break right for Old Warsaw."
(Ok, see ya!)
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 13:12:19 GMT
Rose took the rifle hesitantly, then looked up at John. He pursed his lips, then let her go, grabbing two packs from under their table and handing one to his daughter.
"I know a shortcut. Come on." Tossing his pack over his shoulder, John took Rose's hand and pulled her outside.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 18:44:27 GMT
Ilya nodded and followed. Had hr just unintentionally gotten these people in his war? Either way, he would protect them now. He took one last look at the unconscious Alex and scoffed. Was he going soft? Yes, he was. For once in his service, he out people above his cause.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 18:59:38 GMT
John looked around, making sure there weren't any other Reich members in the area, then pulled out a map.
"We're in Downpatrick," he pointed to one spot. "If we take the old A7, we should be in Old Belfast by tomorrow."
"What about radiation?" Rose asked. "Wasn't Belfast hit during the war?"
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 20:16:57 GMT
Ilya shrugged. "Intelligence in the region was rather sparse. Maps were crude and we only knew general locations. It took me several weeks to get my bearings and learn the area. Should we need the support, there are a few hundred volunteers I scrounged up on the way. But if all goes well, that Officer won't have a clue as to our location." He turned to Rose. "If there are bad spots, I can scout ahead and we can avoid them." He tapped his respirator.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 20:21:02 GMT
A glimmer of worry cracked Rose's stony demeanor, but she nodded. "Okay."
"Let's go before the officer wakes up," John muttered. "Any transportation, or are we going on foot?"
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 20:32:14 GMT
"I may have mentioned before that Russian Ruble not doing so well..." Ilya said, half joking. "I am it. Vehicles are expensive, and we don't have the oil fields to run botallions of tanks like the Reich. We go on foot."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 20:38:46 GMT
Rose snorted, and adjusted the goggles on her head.
"Come on, then." She gestured down the road, the rifle held lightly in her hands. John nodded Ilya forward.
"You go first. We guard the rear." And shoot you if you betray us.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 8, 2016 21:48:17 GMT
Ilya smiled a little. "Then we are off." He walked down the road into the wasteland around the town.
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 8, 2016 22:03:12 GMT
Rose walked just behind Ilya while John watched over them both and made sure no one followed.
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Post by NightBlade on Mar 10, 2016 20:59:47 GMT
(I used to be carfeful about letting myself get attached to new RPs. But to heck with it...shoot up and enjoy the moment, I say) -Name: Kazimir ŘeznÍk -Age: 46 -Faction: Could not care less. Former Soviet affiliation; is of Slovakian heritage -Appearance: Average height and strongly built, about 90 kilograms. Looks like Anthony Armstrong with another decade of harsh aging; scowling creases on his mouth and brow. Eyes are pale, deep-set and hooded. Infathomable depths of pain, longing and anger lie beneath those eyes...but most of all, determination. -Personality: Kazimir is hardened and cynical towards the world and all in it, untrusting and unfeeling. Considers himself a man of honor, but his concept of honor has been eroded by the apocalypse into a dangerously jagged edge of principle. He does not go out of his way to hurt or steal from others, but when it comes to the survival of himself and his daughter, he is capable of absolutely anything...anything. -Clothing: Tan fatigues tucked into combat boots, a simple but robust brown canvas jacket that the wilderness has faded to a tan. Underneath a plain white shirt, and has one spare. Wears a faded, decorated balaclava from his daughter around his neck and face when braving the storms. -Weapons/Equipment: A riser-scoped SKS-M rifle wrapped in desert camouflage tape. Stows a Cz-97 with a worn wooden grip in his belt. At least one knife on his shoulder, maybe another somewhere else. Or two. Fists and knees as hard as iron. Carries tools, blankets and foodstuffs in a canvas backpack. -Skills and Weaknesses: The sands of time have worn Kazimir down to bare stone; he knows how to live in the wilderness and has forgotten what pain is. He has learned to pry what he needs to keep he and his daughter alive from the world's dead hands. Is devastating with his firearms and equally brutal with his hands and feet. His largest weakness, however, is simply not caring. He doesn't care about anything other than keeping himself and his daughter alive, and whether or not he is good at anything else is unknown because he just doesn't care.-Background: Kazimir trained in the Soviet paramilitary corps. and learned how to shoot, fight dirty, and survive. He did not, however, learn how to raise a family. His girlfriend left with all three of his children. The youngest, though--either by chance or by the hand of God, Kaz has not decided--fell back into his hands when the world fell apart. The last two years they have spent together braving the wilderness, from town to town, wherever the wind blows them. -Name: Katja ŘeznÍk -Age: 15 -Faction: Her father and nobody else -Appearance: Hardly average size for her age, about 5'5 and less than 50 kg, but with a mature face. Brown hair in a half-forsaken mess of a ponytail that falls to the small of her back. Pale amber russian-hooded eyes, with characteristically sharp-slanted eyebrows and a narrow nose. Her father used to say she had a very pretty smile. Back when they used to smile. -Personality: Unwaveringly loyal to her father, the only protector and provider she has ever known. Katja rarely finds the opportunity to talk, and very rarely opens up to anyone. Not to say that it would be hard to get her to--but until then, the color of her personality is hidden beneath grey ash. -Clothing: Katja wears a jacket that matches her father's and a pair of sturdy American jeans tucked into boy's work boots. keeps a faded green ball cap pulled down low to block out the harsh sun. -Weapons/Equipment: A bone-handled hunting knife from Kaz, tucked into a leather sheath in her boot. Slings a leather satchel over her shoulder, in which she helps to carry some of their load, as well as a few keepsakes of her own. -Skills/Weaknesses: Katja is not very big or strong, though she is well conditioned by the past two years. Her father has made sure she knows how to protect herself, but she is easily frightened. She is quick and nimble, and her ability to get where Kaz cannot has often been indespensable. -Background: Grew up knowing only her moody and alcoholic mother, did not see her father until she was 13 but clung to him as war obliterated planet Earth. Ever since, she has followed him and done her best to help the two of them survive as they find there way to someplace where they can settle and live. (Could someone detail where the other characters are; country and town and such?) |
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 10, 2016 21:07:34 GMT
(( NightBlade: I have a father/daughter pair, too. XP Anyway, John and Rose (my people) have now somewhat unwillingly teamed up with Derago Thorkson (The Hunter)'s character, Ilya. They're heading for Old Warsaw (which is basically Warsaw) and trying to escape the Reich (think post-apocalyptic nazis). They're in Ireland right now, heading for Old Belfast.)) |
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Post by NightBlade on Mar 10, 2016 21:12:17 GMT
(I noticed x) I was listening to The Last of Us as I wrote them...) (So wait--they're trying to get to Warsaw, by going to Belfast? *scratches head* Well if you and Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) get over to Easter Europe sometimes soon, that's probably where Kaz and Kat would run into them) |
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 10, 2016 21:15:15 GMT
((They're going to Belfast so they can get transport across the water. Ireland isn't exactly attached to Russia.))
((They could come to Ireland. Mebbe rumors of someone growing a lot of food spread around? Chasing bad guys?))
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Post by NightBlade on Mar 10, 2016 21:19:20 GMT
(Gotcha. Heh, neither is Warsaw/Poland...)
(Mayyyybe. Would be stretching, but maybe. Let's see what brainstorm yeilds as I dust the house...)
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 10, 2016 21:22:24 GMT
((Wait, Warsaw's in Poland? Argh, I need a map—autocorrect made the word 'nap', so I probably need that, too XP)) ((Just play some epic music. That's where I get my ideas  )) |
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 11, 2016 1:05:08 GMT
Alex woke groggily, trying to get his bearings. He looked around. An empty bar. He grunted and slammed his fist into the floor. The Communist was free to roam and recruit once agin. He stood up, a bit shaky. Stepping outside, a group of soldiers under his command milled abaout. "Whose in charge here!?" He shouted. Three lower level officers raised their hands. Alex went from left to right. "You, have your men head north on the old highway. You, search the town, and you, head the other way on the highway. A Communist rat and an Irish father and daughter. I don't care what you do with the father and daughter, but being the Russian here alive. He could be valuble."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 11, 2016 1:08:44 GMT
Rose looked around, itching her nose.
"You said it used to be green here, didn't you, Da?" She asked, and John nodded. She sighed faintly. "Green. I keep seein' that word in old records, but I've never seen it. I wonder what it's like..."
"I wouldn't know, sweetheart," John murmured, glancing back at the town, which was growing smaller at a steady rate.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 11, 2016 1:12:17 GMT
"Green is the color of the Siberia forests when it's not covered in snow." Ilya looked back at Rose. "Maybe you will see it when we get back to Russia."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 11, 2016 1:25:53 GMT
"You have a forest?!" Rose gaped at him. Even John's solemn face showed some surprise.
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Post by Derago Thorkson (The Hunter) on Mar 11, 2016 5:29:55 GMT
"Yes. During the war, Russia had some better than average missile deterrent system. They saved most of the country from direct hits. It's good land, just rough."
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Post by WookieeElf on Mar 11, 2016 5:41:03 GMT
"A forest..." Rose repeated softly, her focus withdrawing as she began to think about it. Was he telling the truth? Were they going to actually see a forest? Trees? The color green?
Meanwhile, one of the Reich soldiers under Alex's command searched until his eyes ached. Yes, he obeyed Alex, but he had higher orders. Secret orders. And he was going to make sure they were carried out.
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