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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 2:37 pm
REGISTRATION Username: Ladyrosa73 RL Name: (Optional) Lily Rose Roleplay Name: Lily Rose RL Age: 18 Branch: Navy Sex: Female Bio: Anything important to consider: Roleplay Experience/Expertise: same as ladydeathnote's Roleplay Sample:
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:39 pm
REGISTRATION Username: kaorin-fujioka RL Name: Chelsii Gorman Roleplay Name:Chris Evans Foundling RL Age: Fifteen Branch: Army Sex: Female Bio: Chris grew up in a family where military practcally ran in their blood. Atleast one person per generation was in the military. Though, all of thm had been men. Her parents hoped that she was to be born a boy to carry on the tradition, but insead she was a girl. They were disapointed but loved her anyway. As she got older she was athletic. She hung out with males rather than her own sex. She preferred to rough house rather than paint her nails. She didn't care about appearances and focused on character. When she was in high school she realized the history her family had. She then decided that she would join a branch in the military. She would keep the tradition alive. This made her parents worry, but it also made them rather happy. Anything important to consider: I am online practically everyday. If I am offline than I am asleep, at school, or grounded. Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I have been roleplaying for over a year now, and I take it rather seriously. I work hard one every post. I have been in mnay roleplays, some of which died or closed. I am in two roleplaying guilds at the moment. Got banned from the third by complaining about computer difficulties. Anyway, I have an open immagination that is good for any sort of situation. Roleplay Sample: In the silence filled air there was onyl one barely audible sound. It sounded like someone hitting something. Someone was hitting something. This person was Chris Evans Foundling. She was training herself, making herself stronger. It was only her will powering her hits, nothing more. Her knuckles had begun to hurt, but she continued. She wasn't a woman to take lightly. Sweat dripping down her and soaking her top and shorts. Next, she began to kick the puncing bag. She made slight grunting noises with each attack. She had decided to take a break. She bentover slightly and rested her hands on her knees. Her breathing had grown rather heavy. This had bee her best work out yet. As she walked out of the gym, a light breaze hit her. It soothed her sore and sweaty skin. She ran her fingers through her shaggy hair. It was a nice night out. She began the long walk home. After the longest few minutes of her life, she finally made it to her front door. She pulled out the key to unlock the door and put it in the hole. As she heard the click, turned the knob, and opened the door. As soon as she stepped through the door she was mauled by a blur of hair. She hit the hard wood floor with a thud. She smiled at the family pet, Roxy. The black lab was so lovable. She hugged, petted, and kissed the animal. She needed some good affection.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:54 am
REGISTRATION Username: Gwendolyn_Heart
RL Name: Just call me Gwen.
Roleplay Name: Susan "Suzie" Lockheart
RL Age: Seventeen
Branch: Army
Sex: Female
Anything important to consider: I can't say I'm a pro at knowing military protocol, weapons, ranks, and the like. But I suppose that's what the internet's for. If there's something crucial that I'm supposed to know about, I'd research about it faster than you can say "Chicken butt - fried in grease, wanna piece?" I'm usually online whenever I get the chance - in other words, at least twice a week (usually during the weekends). Uhmm... I usually play a female role in roleplaying, but I like to switch up sometimes.
Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I've roleplayed for four-some odd years now and I'd say I'm a pretty exceptional roleplayer. With every response, I can reply with at least two or three paragraphs - no matter how short the others' post is. Of course, like every human being, I make mistakes - so just be prepared.
Roleplay Sample: Clouds loomed over a little concrete hospital, or what was left of it at least. Surrounding the hospital was nothing but forest. A little path was carved leading through the forest and towards the center of the hospital. The hospital was actually in great condition compared to what happened to others in the war. It was cracked and bruised in some places by the many bullets of frantic soldiers while in other places, rooms were completely stripped of its walls. Bodies were taken away long ago when the war was over, leaving behind statues of angels and gargoyles to the presence of one woman. She was a nurse during the war and carried on that mission even after the war. The hospital was her last home, and she planned to stay there, helping the few people that were so injured to be alive, until the day she too died.
She was a dainty little woman - maybe in her late thirties. All she wore on her were white tennis shoes stained with dirt and wear, a gray nurse's dress that was scratched in some places and dirty in others, and a pair of ivory white socks that she treasured highly. Her hair was hazel brown - the color of wheat ripe for the picking on a farm - and its texture was just the same as its color, coarse, worn and frail. She didn't bother to tie it up. The patients loved it that way anyway. Though she was in her thirties, she looked much older; her face said so. Wrinkles were chiseled underneath her eyes and around the corners of her dainty, pink lips. But when she smiled, it lit up the gray of her entire appearance. Her smile would not only appear on her sweet lips, but also in her distant blue eyes.
Every morning, she would walk down the path to a nearby watering hole and bathe herself, first stripping away her coarse gray dress then her shoes and her socks. She would dip into the cool water, wearing her undergarments out of habit of her embarassment. She was never quite fond of her body and in her high school days, she always wore her undergarments when she showered in front of the other girls. After her morning bath, she would walk towards the orchard near the hospital - four kilometers. There, she would carefully pick ripe fruit - oranges, cherries, plums and of course, peaches. She knew the patient in room 153 loved peaches.
Retracing her steps, she would carefully walk back four kilometers to the hospital carrying the fruit in a hollow she made with her dress. Her shoes would tap lightly on the wooden steps leading to every room; there were four. She visited Leonardo first, quietly entering the room, half of which was stripped away by a bomb long ago. Leonardo was already awake, his pale green eyes staring at her with rage. He was never a well-mannered man, always cursing up a storm even when there wasn't anything to curse about. "Damn wench. Where are my plums?" She gave him a patient and calm smile as she approached his frail body, taking a seat beside him and looking through the fruit for a single plum.
The nurse placed the other fruit down and lifted the plum to her pink lips, peeling away the skin with her teeth. As she did so, the juices of the plum slowly slid down her frail arm. When she finished, she bit into the plum, carefully taking out the seed. Still with a smile on her face, she brought the plum to Leonardo's lips, letting him carefully bite into the sweetly ripe fruit. When he was done, she proceeded in giving him his morning bath, taking a pan of sterile water and dipping a clean gray cloth into the water. She soaked his skin with water, starting at the stumps he had where legs and arms were meant to be. Her thin fingers traced his skin, making him shiver every time. "b***h. You're doing it wrong. I told you not to do that" he would say, but they both knew he loved every second of it. When she was done with his body, the nurse lightly dabbed water at his perspiring forehead and face, smiling all the while. She washed his hair, brushing her fingers through the thick forest of black on his tired head. She massaged his shoulders, dressing him up in a white button-up shirt and matching pants. When she was done, she kissed him lightly on the forehead, smiling, and picked up her fruit, turning towards the door.
"Thank you..." he whispered to her as she left the room to the next.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 3:33 pm
align=center]REGISTRATION
Username: mjmart
RL Name: Michael M
Roleplay Name:James "Ender" Cavenish
RL Age: 14
Branch: Marine Corp
Sex: male
Bio: Most of his family has been in the military
Anything important to consider: Owns a clan(killer alienz)
Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I am in many role plays that are none military.I have started two military role plays(U.N.S.U.1) one is in the forums the other is in my clan.
Roleplay Sample: James lied down on his stomach resting his rifle on a mound of dirt. His brow was covered in sweat which he dared not move to wipe in case a patrolman was nearby.His mission was to eliminate Dr.Franz Schmidt a nuclear physics scientist for the enemy.James had to wait nearly five minutes till the doctor entered his office.The doctor sat in a chair near the window facing him.James ajusted his sights to compensate for the glass of the window, then fired.he jumped up and ran not looking back.The one thing racing through his mind was'get to the LZ', but first he had to lose anyone that was following him.When he got to the LZ he took out his radio "This is whiskey whiskey target eliminated need evac asap"
"copy whiskey whiskey waiting for smoke"
He took out a somke grenade and through it in to the clearing.It started spewing out purple smoke.
"identify smoke"he said into the radio
"smoke spotted coming"
James whatched as the chopper came down.When it hit he ran from the tree line to it and got in.Seconds after getting in the chopper was taking off.SAF raked the side of the huey, but did no damage.
"lets go'He yelled to the pilot and they were off back to base.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 6:33 pm
REGISTRATION Username: Yoshimitsu_Shihouin RL Name: (Optional) Roleplay Name: Nahuel "jaguar" Kaneonuskatew RL Age: 19 Branch: army Sex: Male Bio: was trained since his youth in native american knife work and various martial arts since he was young by his father who was a green beret and his Mother who was a C.I.A but her hobbies was learning various martial arts from around the world. He wanted to become a green beret Like his father but he had to start some where. In High school he was well liked and very friendly and never liked to fight unless he had to which did happen with a jealous boyfriend or four. and always won and never got a detention because he was very skilled at coercion. when he entered the army, his mom and dad were proud, Anything important to consider:I am on almost everyday, i am only off when sleeping, school or who knows what. i am very good at tactics and strategy Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I have been roleplaying for almost two years now, the length of the post depends on how creative the person i am roleplaying with, i know it is strange but my creativity can only go so far. i do take my roleplayiong seriously. and Just to warn you, I do have comp problems like my Keyboard sticks. I am in many role play of various type and i do work hard on posts and if you wish to tell me something like Fix my post for a reasonable reason then i will fix it. Roleplay Sample:
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:25 pm
// Seems I forgot this step. xD I'll fix that. // REGISTRATION Username: Mekin Dotelle Valentine RL Name: James Roleplay Name:James Garvin 'Cricket' Lee RL Age: 16 Branch: Army Sex: Not a boy, a MAN > biggrin Bio: Optional indeed. Anything important to consider: I have a messy schedule. Sometimes I'll be on every night, sometimes not be on for a week, so keep that in mind. Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I've been roleplaying since 2003, and even then I was considered 'beyond literate', in the days that were ruled by asterisks' and parentheses. Roleplay Sample: Running a hand over his shaved head, James sighed, looking out the window. Hair still fell from the fresh haircut. He wasn't like these people. He didn't belong here. He wanted to be out there, on the front lines. His piercing blue eyes seemed almost doubtful as he looked out the pristine bus window. He saw other recruits going about their business, as usual on a base. He looked down and rearranged the small duffel bag next to him. It was camouflage--the real stuff, not the new 'digital' crap--and had metal trimming on the handles. He remembered the day his brother gave it to him, before he left for the Armed Forces. He ran a hand over his face, smooth now, due to regulation, and sighed once more. He didn't see why his proficiency test hadn't been enough for him to skip all this. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the bus seat. His face was that of a young man, but his eyes, and the already-visible stubble said otherwise. His muscles also told a different story. He was short and stocky, built like a pillar of rock. His tight olive-drab shirt showed every detail of the lean muscles beneath the thin fabric. He wasn't muscular in the body-builder sense; he was muscular in the well-defined, almost virtually fat-free, martial artist way. His black belt in tae-kwan-do helped to give him that look. He had a single tattoo, on his left pectoral, above his heart, which read simply 'Bud'. It was in honor of the two great Buds he had known in his life. The jolly, fat old man that he had been proud to call his grandfather, and the equally jolly and fat old dog that had been in his life for 17 years. He was looking forward to finally putting his skills to the test in the field, instead of just shooting BBs at cans perched on the backyard fence and unlucky birds. He was ready to prove himself to others, and himself. But he wouldn't be the rebel that he had always been. He was under their supervision now. This was a whole 'nother ball game. And he'd have to play by their rules.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:20 pm
REGISTRATION Username: Azn Akoni808 RL Name: Roleplay Name: Kekoa S. Paliluhi RL Age: 17 Branch: Army Sex: Male Bio: (Optional) Anything important to consider: No Roleplay Experience/Expertise: Its been awhile since i've been in an RP or guild for the matter. I've been away for almost a year so please forgive my rusty skills but i've been in medieval, romance, school, and war rps and in which some have been Adv lit or lit. I'm just trying to get back into it so once again for give me for my rusty skills. Roleplay Sample:Shuya saw the crowd in awe. " People I stand before and all who want to slay me, slay me." He began his speech. " I have no intentions of doing what my father did but only make things right with you all again, so slay me and what will you have? A country full of power hungry dogs." An assassin drew his blade from the crowd. Shuya ordered his guards to stand down. He caught the assassins blade in his hand and grabbed his arm. He took him to the ground and held the blade to his throat. " Tell your master I am no dog." He threatened the man. He released him and walked back into the palace. He walked out into the patio to meet with Elizabeth. " How can you be so clam when all of this is going?" He questioned laughing after another toughening experience with an assassin.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:25 pm
REGISTRATION Username: Friar Thomas RL Name: ninja Roleplay Name: Greg Fitz RL Age: 20 Branch: Marine Sex: Virgin but... oh male Bio: Greg was born in New York, lived there for 19 years, always wanting to be a part of the military. When he turned 18 he attempted to enlist in the National Guard but soon realized that it wasn't for him. Not long after he left New York and moved to Ohio. After spending a year there he again decided to enlist, this time as a Marine. He wanted his specialty to be sniper, and planned to work hard to get it. Anything important to consider: Er... Iono? Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I've been RPing since I was like 16. I started out with the Leone family mafia which ran for close to 3 years and after that disbanded I moved on to Batman and Vampire RP's. Roleplay Sample: Greg sat atop the hill taking the wind direction into consideration. As he gazed down the scope he began looking for the officer of the group. There was only one, from what he could see. They obviously weren't expecting a sniper to be anywhere around the area. It was just supposed to be a meeting between two groups, a meeting that he was supposed to disrupt. A few minutes later Greg watched as another van pulled up and another officer stepped out. It would be difficult, there were now three officers and he was using a bolt action rifle. By the time he pulled the trigger and pulled back the bolt, the other two officers could easily get in cover. The first though would be easy, as the shot would be unexpected. As he lined up the shot Greg held his breath and waited. Everything seemed fine and his spotter told him that he was ready. Now all he had to do is wait for the opportune shot.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:04 pm
REGISTRATION Username: -HD Zantetsai- RL Name: H. De Groat (Optional) Roleplay Name: Daemon Roco RL Age: 17 Branch: Army Sex: M Anything important to consider: Nothing comes to mind. Roleplay Experience/Expertise: I have been roleplaying for around five years now. Military isn't my specialty, but I'm plenty willing to learn. I strive for literacy at all times, but will make the occasional mistake. Roleplay Sample: Daemon took a seat on a fallen tree to partake in one of his favorite pastimes; smoking a quick cigarette. His hand was a bit shaky, just like it always was when it was quiet on the field. Nicotine and introspection never did much for it, but a ritual's a ritual. "How many times," Daemon muttered under his breath, all the while producing a Zippo from his pocket, "can a man stand at the floodgates of Hell before he becomes a demon himself?" His thumb flicked the striker on the lighter, sparking up an orange and blue flame. His smoke barely touched the flame when the lighter flew out of his hand and onto a dirt pile. Daemon didn't have time to worry about his newly acquired butane burns. Instinct took over as he rolled behind a tree facing what he hoped was the direction of the shot. He already knew who the adversary was; he wouldn't be carrying three spare sets of dog tags if this b*****d hadn't been shadowing his squad. Checking back at his lighter, burned out by this time, he saw his suspicions were correct. The shooter was at his left, scope likely fixed on Daemon's tree. "Excellent," Daemon whispered. "Now I don't have a squad or a lighter..." He shouldered his Steyr AUG, preparing to move. "When I find you, sniper, there'd better be a light on your corpse."
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 10:56 am
REGISTRATION Username: Devil Haix RL Name: Not telling Roleplay Name: Devin Jones RL Age: 18(almost anyway) Branch: Army Sex: Female Bio: Is not here by free will. Her parents forced her to it so she could get some diciplin. Anything important to consider: Im not the best in grammar but I dont suck that much. Plus I can be a little obssesive of my Rp heh he Roleplay Experience/Expertise: Only about 2 year maybe 3. I made some myself some good others bad. Mostly supernatural types. Im new to military Rp but willing to try something new. Roleplay Sample: She had been fighting again and this time it had been her parents last drop. If she wishes not to get disinherited she join the army and get some diciplin. She after a lot of arguing with her parents. Now she was here it felt like only a blink ago she was home inhalling car fumes. All this diciplin was killing her. I am old enough to take care of my self and I got no anger issues. Damn those old folks. Not my faulth that guy was an idiot she thought. Standing next to her bed that was her new home. The girl next to her keep bothering her. She was so annoying and wouldnt shut it Devin couldnt here her thoughts. She couldnt stand her and shortly after she already was in trouble again. Of course when the captain come to see what going on she got the whole blame. Of course she started it but it was the girls on faulth for being so annoying. Now she had to be punish. She never run this many laps in her life.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:54 am
REGISTRATION Username: PsychoPristess Roleplay Name: Lale Zimcoup RL Age: 16 Branch: Army Sex: female Bio: Quiet person. likes to think rather than talk. Works well with hands. Grew up in Seattle. Slightly spoiled. Average person,grades, average blah blah blah, you get the point. The only thing she wasn't average at was speed. She can run fast but not very long. When she moved out of her parents house she hated life. Everything was very repetitive. She talked to a recruiter and became interested in enlisting. When she told her parents they were not supportive at all. Anything important to consider: Not that i can think of. Roleplay Experience/Expertise: Most role play off of Gia, some roleplay on gia. Roleplay Sample: Lale sat back in the chair. Her eyes gazed blankly at the wall as her thoughts focused on the problem. Her life was going nowhere. She had graduated high school, moved out of her parents house and now had the worst job as the manager of some boring store. She needed to add meaning to her life. she needed something to do other than stay on this path that was leading her to the mundane. She glanced at the pamphlet on the table for the umpteenth time. Something like that would give meaning to her life. She knew how to use a gun and they had more than just front line work if she wasn't cut out for it. For weeks she had been contemplating whether or not to sign up. Her bags were packed and the bus ticket was purchased and still she ws thinking about it. Maybe it was because of what her mother had said to her when she told them. Lale gritted her teeth. so much for support. she was on her own. The small two roomed apartment was stripped bare. Either it was in storage or in her bag ready to go. Her life was about to change. Outside an old rusty truck blared her horn. The last friend Lale had from high school giving her a ride to the bus stop. She stood taking one last look around. Bag slung over her shoulder she left the lonely plain past behind her. Lale was leaving for good. She was joining the army.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 9:09 am
REGISTRATION Username: jarek56 Roleplay Name: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers RL Age: 19 Branch: Navy, Surface Warfare Sex: Male Bio: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers has been through too much BS in his life to be considered "happy" with things. Years of staring at his news agency parents has left him with a bitter taste for the civilian world, and the liberals of Manoka in particular. Having worked feverishly for his chance Jonathan aims for the greatest prize: the Naval Academy. His chance to spit in his parents' face, pay for his education alone, and serve his country on the high seas that have always fascinated him since watching such movies as "Red Tide" and reading dozens of naval war books have made him determined to join the Navy. Preferably as an officer, yes, but also to thank the Senator of his particular part of the country who took him under his (the Senator's) wing. Anything important to consider: Am severly limited in roleplaying time at this time. Can only get on for 2 hours a day at the library, and many hours on Sundays. Am searching for a job, and may be limited by coming employment time constraints. sweatdrop Roleplay Experience/Expertise:Have been roleplaying for 3 years, always taking a military style focused on realism or believable Science-fiction. Have extensive background information on Naval affairs, as my father was in fact a US Naval Officer for 20 years. Am currently participating in an adventurous/action RP named "Dragon Children". Can provide references of RPing quality. Roleplay Sample: 19 goddamn years of it, and Jonathan STILL hadn't heard the end of this! "Son, what the hell are you thinking with this!? Do you realize how you're entitling the Fatcats on Capital Hill to oppress the people!?" His mother, a normally pretty woman with short brown hair and a petite but lively figure, didn't look very pretty at this moment. How could she, when she was waving a grease-covered spatula over her head, splattering the walls and counters with splotches of brownish fat? Add her look of total, incredulous disbelief visibly struggling with her equally total... hate...and Jonathan suddenly realized how bad of an idea it was to even TELL his parents that he was going to the "Boat School". Particularly while she was cooking sausages. His Red Communist, zealot news-caster parents no less? He ground his teeth and clenched his fist when she mentioned the "Fatcats", though. Years of hearing her shrill, piercing shrieks about how the "capitalists oppressed the people" had forever made his mind up on the subject of whether or not he was going to leave them in a retirement home when they got home. He wouldn't even bother to tell the kids about them. See how the b***h likes that... Jonathan thought to himself. "Yeah, well, mom, I kinda, you know, NEED TO GO TO COLLEGE SOMEWHERE. Not that YOU'RE paying...NO...the PEOPLE will pay for my education as I brutally oppress them, right?" He grinned sardonically. It didn't matter, anymore. He was in...after all, the bus was already on the way... In a manner so sad and so predictable of his mother, she nodded fiercely as she glared at her son, who, at this moment, she was beginning to hate. "Of course! You serve them, and you forsake everything the People struggle for!" She swung the spatula like a baseball bat, splattering more grease on the walls and throwing the errant piece of cookware into her favorite pot of flowers. For all her ranting, and that of his father, the Walthers family liked their comfortable, well-to-do life, alright. Jonathan merely shrugged. "Mom, shut up. If the people love you so much.... why don't you get any higher ratings for once?" He winced as he said it, knowing how that would sting her. The People's Newscast had been going under for the past 10 years...not surprising, given the current administration's wildly popular policies. He turned and started walking. "YOU LEAVE THIS HOUSE, YOU WON'T BE LET BACK IN, YOU LITTLE LAPDOG!" Screamed the People's Voice, Annabelle Walthers. "DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN THE REVOLUTION DRAGS YOUR FATCAT MASTERS TO HELL!" Jonathan sneered, hoping he could keep his tears from blinding him. He got outside, kicking the door closed. 200 yards later, he slumped into the bench, next to his things at the bus stop, and began sobbing in earnest. It was going to be a long, lonely next few years.
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