SethSunshine
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- Apr 16, 2007
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OOC: This is a wartime story set in the not too distant future in a fantasy universe, on one side are the allied forces, and on the other are the re-established Soviet forces, which have been clashing for a total of 5 months when the story takes place. The story revolves around a single Allied Unit, called Unit-13, who have been in a system of trenches for 2 months, making little progress as aerial attacks are out of the question due to heavy anti-aircraft protection on the Russian side, and their own system of trench defence. The RP is open and anyone wishing to join will have to PM me with a profile, and if I approve they may post that profile of their character along with their opening post in the thread - I'm not looking for a lot of people as I find just afew makes for a better story. Initially I'm only looking for Allied Rpers, but later on I may be willing to introduce some Russian forces Rpers. In terms of rank you can choose between either being a scout, or a private - which are on the same level of authority but have different kinds of jobs, and I'm also looking for one female Sergeant who commands the unit along with me.
Profile -
Name: Rouge Fatale.
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: Although this is generally disguised on the battlefield due to his fatigues and war-paint Rouge is a man with fierce, long red hair, and contrasting - almost feral - blue eyes. His body is toned due to the stresses of working in the unit and some previous military experience. He has suprisingly smooth features considering his position. When on duty he can generally be seen in the standard issue khaki fatigues, with a simple khaki helmet and brown and green war paint smeared all over his face - however when off duty in the trench system below the battlfield, is happier in his casual clothes.
Personality: Rouge is very changeable in his personality, when in the appropriate situations he can be quite a dire character, who makes cool logical decisions which are devoid of any passion or emotion, however in others he lets his heart guide him rather than his head - which has gotten him into trouble in the past. Anything but shy Rouge is a friendly sociable character who generally doesn't hold grudges but has been known to snap at people when put under too much pressure, or if someone takes too many liberties with him.
Equipment: Khaki fatigues, Khaki helmet, face-paint, desert eagle .45 colt (Waist Holster), USMC Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle (Strapped to the back) and a short, straight sword hung at his hip.
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IC:
Sergeant Rouge slammed another clip into the bottom of his desert eagle .45, not exactly standard issue with his unit but they'd made an exception on his part - anyway he'd practised with this baby before he'd even heard of the unit he was operating under and no-one could match him in his marksmanship with it - he knew just how much kick it gave and exactly where to aim to get the best shot. He flicked off the safety with a light click as he let his body rise ever so slightly, peeking his eyeline just over the edge of the trench he was currently lying in - the khaki of his helmet and his facepaint concealling him to make this glimpse a little more safe - although just by choosing to be out here in this hellhole could be considered the most unsafe choice you could ever make. Dropping back down he let his gun rest safely in his lap, next to his sword and he sighed as he took his helmet off, placing it to one side with the back of his head resting against one of the sideboards of the trench, his eyes turning upwards to the sky - which was now black and red due to the constant bombardment of aerial missles, which had thrown dust and ash up into the air - blotting out the beautiful sun and blue sky which he knew lay just beyond that thick miasma.
It was safe for now, he'd caught no sight of any enemy units so he could rest easy - for the moment - until the inevitable earth shattering boom of another incenduary would be heard near his trench, hell - maybe even in his trench - and that could mean the end for him and his unit. This stark reality he faced gave Rouge an entirely new outlook on life; how fragile it was, and that we could be here for one moment and gone in the next. He gave a quick hand signal to the two scouts who had been poised just behind him and they returned his message with a nod, crawling back down into the lower levels of the trench - they had quite the labyrinth nestled underneath them - it could be even considered homely if there wasn't the barrage of gunfire and explosions happening overhead, but the unit had gotten used to it over the past 2 months and had formed quite close knit friendships, and rivallrys, but when it came to the crunch they would also fight to the death for one another.
Profile -
Name: Rouge Fatale.
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: Although this is generally disguised on the battlefield due to his fatigues and war-paint Rouge is a man with fierce, long red hair, and contrasting - almost feral - blue eyes. His body is toned due to the stresses of working in the unit and some previous military experience. He has suprisingly smooth features considering his position. When on duty he can generally be seen in the standard issue khaki fatigues, with a simple khaki helmet and brown and green war paint smeared all over his face - however when off duty in the trench system below the battlfield, is happier in his casual clothes.
Personality: Rouge is very changeable in his personality, when in the appropriate situations he can be quite a dire character, who makes cool logical decisions which are devoid of any passion or emotion, however in others he lets his heart guide him rather than his head - which has gotten him into trouble in the past. Anything but shy Rouge is a friendly sociable character who generally doesn't hold grudges but has been known to snap at people when put under too much pressure, or if someone takes too many liberties with him.
Equipment: Khaki fatigues, Khaki helmet, face-paint, desert eagle .45 colt (Waist Holster), USMC Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle (Strapped to the back) and a short, straight sword hung at his hip.
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IC:
Sergeant Rouge slammed another clip into the bottom of his desert eagle .45, not exactly standard issue with his unit but they'd made an exception on his part - anyway he'd practised with this baby before he'd even heard of the unit he was operating under and no-one could match him in his marksmanship with it - he knew just how much kick it gave and exactly where to aim to get the best shot. He flicked off the safety with a light click as he let his body rise ever so slightly, peeking his eyeline just over the edge of the trench he was currently lying in - the khaki of his helmet and his facepaint concealling him to make this glimpse a little more safe - although just by choosing to be out here in this hellhole could be considered the most unsafe choice you could ever make. Dropping back down he let his gun rest safely in his lap, next to his sword and he sighed as he took his helmet off, placing it to one side with the back of his head resting against one of the sideboards of the trench, his eyes turning upwards to the sky - which was now black and red due to the constant bombardment of aerial missles, which had thrown dust and ash up into the air - blotting out the beautiful sun and blue sky which he knew lay just beyond that thick miasma.
It was safe for now, he'd caught no sight of any enemy units so he could rest easy - for the moment - until the inevitable earth shattering boom of another incenduary would be heard near his trench, hell - maybe even in his trench - and that could mean the end for him and his unit. This stark reality he faced gave Rouge an entirely new outlook on life; how fragile it was, and that we could be here for one moment and gone in the next. He gave a quick hand signal to the two scouts who had been poised just behind him and they returned his message with a nod, crawling back down into the lower levels of the trench - they had quite the labyrinth nestled underneath them - it could be even considered homely if there wasn't the barrage of gunfire and explosions happening overhead, but the unit had gotten used to it over the past 2 months and had formed quite close knit friendships, and rivallrys, but when it came to the crunch they would also fight to the death for one another.
