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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:39 am
Introduction
It is the year 2016 and as terrorism sprouts up around the world war has broken out. The death toll has quickly hit millions and yet the fighting has not stopped. In an act of utter desperation, your country has lowered the recruitment age and you, along with many of your friends have been forced into the horrors of war. Children as young as ten have been shipped off to warzones to fight a losing war against all odds and now it's your turn.
Armed with a gun and little in the way of body armour, you have spent just one week in a training camp and without even a chance to say goodbye you have been sent off to the battlefields with a squad of others your age.
Sent straight into the fight, with little hope of survival, it's kill or be killed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:51 am
Rules
The rules are simple, and I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but here's a short list, please read it for the sake of the RP.
1. Follow the Gaia ToS.
2. Keep it PG 13.
3. Romance allowed as long as it sticks to rules 1 and 2.
4. PM profiles to me, DON'T post them.
5. Post often if possible.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:58 am
Profile Skeleton
Username: Your full Gaia username
Name: Your characters full name and surname. Nicknames are also included in this. (No corny names please. Would you really call your child "Shadow"?)
Age: Your characters age in years, this can be between 10 and 16.
Appearance: What your character looks like, descriptions greatly preffered.
History: What you did before you were forced into the war.
Personality: Does this really need an explaination?
Other (Optional): Any other information about your character that you feel is needed.
All characters are armed with a small knife and a rifle, please remember this. I will NOT allow your character to start off with a sniper rifle or anything else I have not already mentioned, no matter what.
Please keep profiles brief, the idea of the roleplay is to develop characters and watch how they change, not start off with someone who will stay the same until the end.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:27 am
Completed Profiles
Username: [Knight of Cydonia]
Name: Isaac "Knight" White
Age: 15
Appearance: Isaac is tall and thin with long, black hair. His eyes are a dull green and his skin is a rather pale colour. He wears dark clothes together with scraps of uniforms and equipment he has come across during the war. A small cut passes along his left cheek, a small knife wound from an enemy soldier.
History: Before he was sent off to war, Isaac was an average kid with a boring life. Failing in school and often dreaming of something more exciting to happen to him, unfortunately, war wasn't what he had in mind.
Personality Isaac is often very positive about things, but not always happy. He tries to keep the spirit of others up but saves none of this hope for himself. He is quick to anger and slow to trust, but beneath an exterior crafted by constant fighting still lies the child that dreamt of a better tommorow.
Username: Vixen2626
Name: Kamaria Yakami—‘Kamie’
Age: 14
Appearance: The girls’ height was near 5’7”. Dark brown hair reached a little past her shoulders, but always kept it up in a messy bun. Bright green eyes would sometimes change hues depending on her mood. Her skin was near a light even tan- as for her clothes consisted of just a plain gray tank top that was slightly torn across her stomach from an almost fatal cut in the warm but was now starting to heal. Dark tattered blue jeans fitted snuggly around her waist as well as the knife she was given to her as one of the two weapons?
History: Before she was forced to go to the war, the young teenager often got herself into a trouble for pulling constant pranks on others. Although she seemed fairly happy on the outside, she was just hiding the pain, not knowing any other ways to let it out. Her father was abusive, and her mother died when she was born-- Often doing all-nighters just to stay away from home: she had little friends, but the ones she had she kept close, in fear of being alone.
Personality: She can be a little quiet at times, usually shy when meeting new people, but grows to onto them. Often trusting them way too quickly which had hurt her in the past. Once people get to know her, she gives all of her attention to them, even though she attracts attention to herself, but often doesn’t notice it. She can be frustrated easily, snapping at the closest person at times; not meaning too.
Username: Groundraper
Name: Michael "Mikey" Coleman
Age: 13
Appearance: Mikey strongly believes in the 1980s he still has the mullet look like his father and they both are into metallica. He is tanned on his forearms and face from working in the sun with his good old dad
History: He worked with his dad before the war and his dad was shipped off and died a year later in the war now Mikey is in this battle scarred place fighting for his life and to avenge his father
Personality: A nice kid he did good in school if he felt like it but got bored easily so he did good if they could keep his interest
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:55 am
Isaac sighed, it was dark and although the shots constantly flowing from the enemy lines had stopped, shells still fell around the trenches. The squad was tired, but the constant banging would allow no sleep. He brandished his gun closely, as he often did these days, one finger resting limply on the trigger. His eyes were half closed and yawning he frowned upwards into the star lit sky.
They could expect no attacks until morning, but before that, they had hours of bombardment with nothing to pass the time. No wonder it was getting to him so much, but he had to keep himself together, they all did.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 12:30 pm
-=The night sky was finally calm after the constant hearing of gun shots and screams. The young teenager walked aimlessly through the body filled graveyard closing her eyes, trying to rid of the images and replace with the old memories, which had also failed knowing she had no good memories from her past. A small stitch her ribs almost sent her tripping to the ground when she was paying attention to where she was walking too. Kamaria gathered up her composure being sure of where she was going this time. Staying far away from enemy line- she knew that if she was cought more than likely she would die. She wasn't even suppose to wondering out by herself, but she could care less of what the others did to her.=-
-=Each passing minute she grew tired, her eyes were growing heavy. she soon stopped by near tree and leaned against it. She closed her eyes hoping she would just fall into a light sleep- she was wrong. Falling to the ground, she passed out asleep.=-
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:39 am
Isaac closed his eyes tightly in some futile hope of rest, letting his gaurd down a little and setting down the heavy rifle next to himself in the dirt. In his current position, Isaac didn't care for all the mude, accepting the fact that he was already filthy. Sighing he shifted slightly, yet didn't flinch as a shell landed dangerously close. He could feel the heat radiating behind him then fading yet did not budge, he had learned from experience that at that distance it posed no harm to anyone.
Hopelessly he peeked out from the bunker towards the enemy lines, wishing that they would allow him some sleep. But naturally the shells kept falling, like a deadly rain upon the battlefield.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 1:14 pm
-= Kamaria twitched slightly in her sleep after hearing gun shots go off. In the process of it, she eventually woke up, groaning from lack of sleep. The teen sat up rubbing her eyes as they starts to shimmer down from the usual bright green to just a dull life-less green... She just sat there under the tree dazed, trying to keep herself awake until she spotted a boy that looked around her age, maybe older. She dared not to move thinking it might be an enemy. Breathing in and out of her mouth so that she wouldn't disturbed the person that was not too far away from her. Grabbing her knifefor saftey reasons and to just be cautious- she stood up slowly still eyeing the other. She stoodfar back as she could into the shadows hoping that she wouldn't be seen.=-
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:00 pm
[[To be moved to Intermediate]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:58 pm
Versi Crestfold [[To be moved to Intermediate]]
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