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Lich Arthas Menethil Crew
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 Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:42 pm
MARINE REGISTRATION Intended to organize and confirm, the MARINE Registration area confirms all qualified individuals who would like to join the ARMY Branch. In Order to be a part of the Army, a person first pass Basic Training, and then qualify for a position in one of the Marine Squads, must be accepted and confirmed by an officer of that Unit's branch, and then they may proceed in choosing their job. The Jobs and weapons will be listed in the Armory. Copy the Application Below:[color=#254117][size=15][b]PRIMARY INFORMATION [/b][/size][/color]
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[b]SubGroup:[/b] (Armed Regular Forces)
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[b]Age:[/b] (Roleplay, over 18 )
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[b]Team:[/b] (Alpha, Beta, Gamma)
[b]Role:[/b] (Role Specific, I.E. Grenadier, Rifleman, Squad Assault etc.)
[b]Primary Weapon:[/b] (Chosen from lists)
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[b]Armor:[/b] (Apocalypse)
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 7:29 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION Username:Snipermanz SubGroup:Sniper/Marskmen Roleplay Name:Age: Loginquitas Iuguolo (Preacher) Bio: N/A SECONDARY INFORMATIONTeam: Alpha Role: Sniper/Marskmen Primary Weapon: Barrett XM500 long range sniper rifle (Self choice as a Sniper right?) or CheyTac .408 for squad duties. Secondary Weapon: Mk.14 Mod.0 Enhanced BattleArmor: (Apocalypse) Accessories:13 1/2 inch Bowie Knife Other Information:Passed Marksmen Training Rank:Gunnery Sergeant Roleplay Sample: The righteous eradication of the infidel nation was the only possible answer for this kind of situation. Extreme prejudiced was exerted during events like these, and for Loginquitas Iuguolo, this wasn't entirely a bad thing. After all, the very land he stood on was bathed in the blood and discarded remains of innocent civilians slaughtered by the hands of genocide; and the people who had committed these acts. No, for Loginquitas Iuguolo the land he was about to gain control of he was liberating, consecrating the area until he transformed the infertile decaying cesspool into something useful, perhaps even holy. Plucked from his daydream, Loginquitas Iuguolo spied a slowly treading sentry advancing towards his position. Aware of his duties to remove possible scouts, the sentry he was staring at was quickly concluded to be a scout, given his awkward gate and isolated existence. Peering through his scope and lining up his crosshairs in coordination with the wind, temperature, position of his rifle, position of his target, and Coriolis force, he lead a quick prayer to justify his actions. “The action is an act of mercy; a forsaken life cannot be left in anguish, and perils and grievances must be removed before the spirit can come to rest. The final act of Damnation has been received by your end. The only proper way to dispose of you is with a gentle removal of you from this world. See you on the other side. Amen.” The sights of the rifle aligned correctly, Loginquitas Iuguolo made sure he was aiming towards his target, and squeezed the trigger.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 8:30 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: Milo Everett
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Evelyn Larouche
Age: 19
Bio: Evelyn Francis Larouche was born in the city of Shuzimeh on the island of Artis. As both a hoghly intelligent person and a superb physical specimen, she had no trouble getting into the Marine Corps after graduating from school. She boasts a life long interest in dinosaurs, and aspires to one day be a palaeontologist. This career aspiration quickly earned her the nickname "Bones", a moniker she is rather fond of.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Rifleman
Primary Weapon: M16A4
Secondary Weapon: M9
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: Standard kit
Other Information:
Rank: E-1
Roleplay Sample: The storms came, as they always did, as soon as the battalion needed to get somewhere. The rain came down warm and heavy, turning the dirt roads into mud and making rapid movement of man and machine difficult. Tires got stuck, boots were dragged deep into the muck, and tracks got clogged up with filth. Progress was agonizingly slow, and sometimes nearly impossible.
Evelyn, like everybody else in the battalion, was soaked to the bone and exhausted. The incessant rain had been going on for most of the day, and her legs were sore from wading through the mud. She would have loved to be riding in one of the APCs, but she was needed on foot to help push them out of the mud every time they got stuck. Relief for her tired legs and feet would not come until nighttime, when the battalion halted to make camp. Then the misery of exhaustion would be replaced by that of trying to sleep while soaking wet and chilled to the bone. This was not what she had enlisted for.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:51 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: IXI B L A C K IXI
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Kevin Pointdexter
Age: 19
Bio: Pointdexter was forced to be a good kid when he was young, due to living in a suburban ghetto and being raised in labor. He was always made the one to work, from day to night, and sometimes night to day. His Father, Michael Pointdexter, had decided to teach him about Drill and being a Ranger. It seemed that Pointdexter was also raised to be a Solider himself, although that wasn't his exact career of choice. Many times him and his father, would train in Hand to Hand/Close Quarter Combat/CQC, and also using pellets for armed gun specialization. Dealing with his Academic/Scholar path, his Mom was like his teacher and was pretty much a better teacher than the ones at school. She had him take advanced courses and assignments, despite of others who doubted him. Pointdexter was forced to make many decisions, from finding a Career as a Citizen or a Career in the Military. He knew his Mom had also taught him military knowledge and so on, so he had no choice. As he grew up, pointdexter started to get involved with thugs and gangs.
His Father knew about it sooner or later, due to his friends coming over one day. His Parents didn't like them one bit, and also they punished him for it. This was beause they didn't want Kevin to get hurt nor arrested, also for him staying out of fights and not doing anything illegal. He knew he didn't have time for them, but he secretly hung out with them, telling them stories and teaching them some things. Of course he didn't teach them guns and stuff, but rather like a Mentor of knowledge and a go to person for them. When he reached Senior year of high school, he had got a diploma for a Top Advanced University, but rejected it knowing his parents. He now knew he had to go into the Military, because he threw away his true ambitions and dreams, to do something he was made for. He had registered for the Military, knowing that he had much to learn, and that he would be leaving soon. His friends tried to get him hooked up, but he saw no one that interested him, perhaps because they weren't really what he was looking for. Despite of it, Kevin knew he would find someone, but If not at least he'll have friends.
At the day of his Drifting, a Party was held and he was enjoying his time, surprised that his parents didn't say nothing to his friends. That day everyone got along, and he had a promise to make, to come back home and make them proud. He had many talents and abilities, but now he had to show them to the Military. This was where his story began.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Marksman(Soon)
Primary Weapon: Mk.41
Secondary Weapon: Desert Eagle
Armor: Apocalypse 1.0
Accessories: Bowie Knife
Other Information: Specialist in Computer & Mechanical Device
Rank: E-1
Roleplay Sample: The Grenadiers came firing their bomb shells, alerting and causing damage to the surrounding buildings, signaling for the Squad Assault to flank them. While the Grenadiers drew back, Marksman came following up from behind and fired shots. A few Tangos were down, yet it seemed they had incoming forces. The Snipers came shooting through the windows and open street paths. The Tangos found out they were being breached and surrounded, trying to find an escape route. And also they came using MGLs, which caught some groups of our Squad Assault. While the Grenadiers and Tango Heavy Assault battled it out, the Medics came over just in time. The Marksman came within the support, backing up the Grenadiers. The Snipers came moving in a bit closer, taking their cover and retiliated in a few clear shots. The Tango ran off and retreated, leaving behind their wounded and dead.
Just before anyone could celebrate, a Sniper noticed a Bomb beginning to Detonate. The Commander in which was the Sniper, yelled down to Kevin within distance. He gave him orders for retreat and evacuation, and Pointdexter commanded the orders to leave at once. Everyone started to clear out, while the Snipers tried to disarm the bomb. Kevin came up just in time, to notice that it was computerized and attached. He came taking out a Universal tool, starting to cut a few red wires, but didn't cut any yellow. He had to decide which blue one to cut, within only 10 seconds remaining. Their lives and his life was depending on it, because it would be a heavy casualty. Pointdexter came sweeping through the interlocking blue wires, to find the one that connected properly. He came having his fingers in an awkward position, but came snapping it at 2seconds. He placed the Universal tool away, sweating out of his mind and regaining his breath.
And as they all came out, everyone cheered at Pointdexter while the Transportation arrived. Pointdexter had been the Main Support for everyone, from taking out Main Tango/Enemy Snipers to delaying the Main Assault Tangos/Enemies. He came resting inside of the helicopter, knowing that it was their time to head back to base. At this point a Threat was no longer here, and their overall Mission was accomplished.
{~Captain of Squad 13[G.E.]~}(~Captain of Squad 2[SGXIII]~)
-Naraku Yuherai[IXI B L A C K IXI/iBlack-SoulX]-
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:06 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: XxLady_GuineverexX
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Alyssa "Hatter" McConley
Age: 20
Bio: Born and raised a marine brat, and she still is. She has been in the marines since she was 18, and has done 2 tours to the front line. She's an excellent marksmen, and good with hand to hand combat.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Gamma
Role: Assault Squad
Primary Weapon: Armalite AR-18 Automatic Rifle
Secondary Weapon: HK XM25 Grenad Launcher
Armor: Apocolypse
Accessories: Standard items, such as frag grenades, and flash grenades, extra ammo, ya know, the works.
Other Information: N/A
Rank: E-4 (Corporal)
Roleplay Sample:
Hatter was running, she didn't think she was going to make it to the checkpoint. Well, it was a checkpoint to her. She could hide, and catch her breath, and regroup with her team. She'd been sent in as an undercover operation, and they were spotted. She was still furious with herself over it. She landed in the ditch, and ran north. Almost there, ALMOST There. s**t.
Hatter'd been hit. She didn't scream, as she found cover. Checking, she discovered, it wasn't a fatal wound, but it'd hurt later. She caught her breath, and headed out again. It wasn't long until she'd found herself safe, in a barn. No gunfire here, no one trying to kill her. She finally took a deep breath and sat down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 2:13 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: iShoot-u-xx
SubGroup: Armed regular forces
Roleplay Name: Adam "Dead-eye" Wong
Age: 18
Bio: In search of his brother behind enemy lines
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha?
Role: Rifleman
Primary Weapon: Tavor TAR-21
Secondary Weapon: Beretta m9
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: K-bar bayonet, (he keeps it in his sheath instead of on the rifle)
Other Information: N/A
Rank: Private E-1
Roleplay Sample: Adam leaned his head around a corner in the desert town hoping there wouldn't be an enemy there. He was detached from the rest of his squad and comms were down and he was on his way to find his team's designated marksman and squad leader. God knows where they could've been. He rounded the corner keeping his eyes wandering hoping for a sign of civilization or his squad. He heard a pinging sound behind him and he looked for a quick second realizing it was a grenade. "********" He screamed and he ran past another corner keeping his rifle sights up to his eye ready to fire. He was in the shitter now, he had to get away and find his squad.
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