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At ease this is an RP about a war here is the story.
STORY: In the year 2010, a war started out between two countries America and Turkey. The war was so long and deadly that they sent in assassins for the Americans, these were called Ghosts. But Turkey also had a group of assassins sent over which were called Sleakers. Now the Americans don't know that Turkey has assassins and Turkey doesn't know that America has assassins.

RULES: 1. Dont swear every second.
2. If you wish to kill a character make sure the other person agrees.
3. If you want to kill yourself PM me I'm sure I can think of something.
4. No unlimited ammo.
5. Dont make yourself invincible or an alien or a creature only humans.
6. Use (()) for OOC speaking.



SELECTED ROLES.
AMERICAN SOLDIERS (10 needed)-

























AMERICAN ASSASSINS (10 needed)-
USERNAME: gerardway14
RP NAME: Lavernius Caboose.
SEX: Male
BROUGHT FROM: Australia.
FAVE WEAPON: Sniper, combat knife and shotgun.
RANK: Commander.

































TURKEY SOLDIES (10 needed)-



























TURKEY ASSASSINS (10 needed)-
GAIA NAME: TheNutcrackerPrince
RP NAME: Derryk Ustlout
SEX: M
BROUGHT FROM: Turkey
FAVE WEAPON: Dagger
TEAM T or A assassin or soldiers: Turkey assassin


Um for rank, I'd rather be low on the food chain but very good at what I do, so like a hired merc would be nice please.












































TO join me pm a reqeust titled SHOTGUN and send a descriptio of your character. Heres what it will look like.

GAIA NAME:
RP NAME:
SEX:
BROUGHT FROM:
FAVE WEAPON:
TEAM T or A assassin or soldiers:
(Depending on how quickly you get here will determine your rank. First three on any team are as in order Commander, General, Sargent.)


WISH YOU LUCK.

Derryk walked through the airport terminal, his fake ID checking in without a problem. His sunglasses covered his brown eyes and his shoulder-length brunette curls were kept back in a pony-tail. In his black suit with his black brief-case he looked like any perfectly respectable, American, businessman. Yet he was not American. And he was not a businessman.

The dagger strapped to his thigh and the gun waiting for him in his checked luggage made him smile as he entered the city.

This country was like a toystore, Derryk mused to himself as he ordered a coffe from the airport Starbucks. So much fun to be had here and it has barely started. He chuckled as opened up the newspaper with devestated headlines.

Tragedy Strikes Again the New York Times read. He shook his head and put the paper down, worried what distraction he would cause to laugh out loud. Derryk stood up and got a taxi.

The driver's bare neck was screaming to be slit. Such temptation had to be resisted though, he remembered, he had a specific job to do. As the taxi rolled onto an outskirt of town, Derryk finally asked himself: "What the hell?" And slowly took out his dagger.

Well that was fun, Derryk thought as he drove the taxi down the street, its former driver now dormant in the backseat. He whistled to himself and took out his cell-phone. He think he saw his target but wasn't sure.