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INFANTRY REGISTRATION

Intended to organize and confirm, the Infantry Registration area confirms all qualified individuals who would like to join the INFANTRY Branch. In Order to be a part of the Infantry, a person first pass Basic Training. The Jobs and weapons will be listed in the Armory. All units must undergo Marksmen training. In order to gain a specialist job, a person must first undergo the necessary training to do so.



Copy the Application Below:

Username : Katana Drifters
SubGroup : None
Roleplay Name : Katana Drifters
Age : 19
Bio : Born in jungle,Katana was really independent.To survive,he did things,which even G.Is don't dare.Once he went to town,and there's intake for new recruits.He got it and after the training,he joined the commando.
Accessories : M16A4/M203
Other information : N/A
Rank : E-1

Roleplay sample : "Hey,you!"
Katana turned his back.Captain Husk came running.Katana saluted him,and he salute back."The activities too hot here!Get out!"
"Why?"Katana asked,but before Husk can answer,a mortar fell right behind him,turned him to pieces and throw Katana to the air.He landed hard on the ground.
"Ohh..."he groaned,and then passed....

PRIMARY INFORMATION

Username: _Eurydora_
SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces)
Roleplay Name: Tihian "Tihi" Remorant
Age: 24
Bio: A fast learner and very sharp minded, the only thing that's deadlier than her eyes (she tends to 'glare daggers', so to speak) is her tongue. That in itself, unfortunately, has caused many problems for her in the long run: her family sees her as nothing more than an impudent, rude daughter with little tact, and so finds herself entered into the military in order to 'straighten' herself out. Not that she'd let herself succumb to any of it- she is very vocal and won't hesitate to speak her mind, even if it gets her into trouble. That's the only real quality about her that anyone can easily identify from her: she's honest (almost brutally so) about many things, especially with her opinions of people.
Accessories: Yes.
Other Information: She likes to learn and take part in new things, but be prepared to work with a sharp tongue and snide comments. That, and beware: ask her for an opinion on someone or something, and you may get more than you bargained for.
Rank: E-1





SECONDARY INFORMATION

Squad: N/A (None listed)
Role: Marksmen [Pending-Still awaiting the Testing and to be confirmed.]/Specialist [Again, pending.](Medic)
Primary Weapon: Kel-Tac RFB
Secondary Weapon: M3 Shotgun
Side-Arm: Mk. 23
Melee Weapon: Ballistic Knife
Grenades: M84 Flashbang x2
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: ATN 10x65Z Army Mil-dot Day Time Miliitary Tactical Riflescope 10x Sniper scope DTTS1065, Night/Day Scope Converter
Other Information: Yes.

Roleplay Sample:

Having completed the Basic Training course put out against her, Tihian let out a brief sigh of relief, leaning against the wall of a nearby building. Closing her eyes, she gave herself a minute or two of peace and quiet- a rare luxury out here in the midst of military life. Orders shouted here, there, everywhere. Her life here in the encampment was far from the life she'd once led at home; peace and solitude had been discarded for a multitude of orders and a collision with cold, brutal reality. What a trade-off.

Her mind whirled with activity, thinking of the short duration of time she'd been in the military so far. Things, as she could tell, hadn't gone over too bad- after all, the Basic Training seemed to have come and gone without too many problems. The only thing, it seemed, was that she was now left with the decision of where to go from there: with the multitude of branches open for applications, Tihian contemplated and had taken much time to consider in which she'd find herself most intrigued with. And, contrary to the popular mentality of most who joined, she took the initiative to join a branch in which she was least familiar with, or knew the least about. Her reason was simple: she was here to learn, and she'd only accomplish her goals by taking part in a place in which she barely knew anything. So, without another second wasted, Tihian was filling out and completing a form intended for the 'Infantry' branch.

She submitted the finished form to the corresponding area, finding herself pondering more and more the choice in which she'd applied for. Not only did she put herself up for warfare, but also in the use of medical equipment and skills on the battlefield. It was a potentially deadly choice, and yet she was determined to stave off the initial fear and to charge head-first into her position. Saving lives by multiple means had its ups to it, with the chance of possibly deflecting death's hand during the warfare and saving another. The only problem now was that this meant that she was now open to an immense amount of danger- not only was she too in the battlefield, but stopping to help someone else meant that she would be temporarily unguarded and unaware of her surroundings while putting her entire priority on the injured person. This would mean that her back (or any other part of herself that may be exposed while she aided another) would be open to attack, and though she did her best to arm herself with a multitude of defenses, one can only do so much before the inevitable killing blow strikes. This, she figured with another defeated sigh, was the large risk she was now pending, even if her intentions of aiding the others around her was supposed to help them stay alive. She would just have to stay alive long enough to do so- a dead medic, after all, can't do much to help anyone else around if he/she can't help themselves.

Regardless of the endless torrents of regrets, Tihian found herself within the Armory, mentally noting down which of the weapons she felt would do her best. Lighter, yet potentially deadly weapons suited her tastes well, though some defensive measures were also noted as a necessity. Flashbangs and the M3 shotgun were by far the favorites of the ones she'd chosen- the hand-held devices would provide the cover she would require on the battlefield, while the shotgun itself would undoubtedly serve her well in case of short-ranged combat. However, the ballistic knife was definitely a close 'second' (or third, technically) and was a weapon she deemed reliable, despite its few drawbacks. On the other hand, Tihian chose the rest of her weaponry based on the lower recoil and lighter load affinities, coupled with an accessory or two to equip to them. The job in which she wished to host demanded both mobility and efficiency, and Tihian hoped to obtain and use both with the equipment chosen in order to become the best she could. There was nothing that could stop her determination to ascend the ranking within the military, and she was keen on making it more than just a dream- she hoped that, one day, it would become her reality.

PRIMARY INFORMATION

Username: Suicidesoldier#1
SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces)
Roleplay Name: Sergeant Avery Johnson
Age: (Roleplay, over 18 )
Bio: Avery Junior Johnson was born in the sprawling industrial section of Chicago, Illinois near the Great Lakes of the United States of America. His family broke up when he was six and he was placed in the care of his Aunt by Zone Protective Services. One situation that Johnson had fond memories of, was his first day of church, as his Aunt tried her best to get the large shoes and small clothes of his cousins to fit him. Her religious beliefs resonated deeply within Johnson and often made him question his own decision to kill other human beings, even long after her death.

Accessories: N/A
Other Information: Yes.
Rank: (E-9)





SECONDARY INFORMATION

Squad: Suicide Squads
Role: Grenaider
Primary Weapon: TP Assault Shotgun
Secondary Weapon: M3 Shotgun
Side-Arm: M45 Mk. 23
Melee Weapon: USMC Combat Knife
Grenades: 15 M67, 5 F1 Grenades
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: Suppressor for Mk. 45, M145 3.5 x 28mm Scope, Foregrip
Other Information: Sergeant Major Avery J. Jhonson

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.