Realistic or Modern Bella Strippa CS

[Pilgrim59]

ALLIED AIR FORCE HEADQUARTERS

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ALLIED AIR FORCE DOSSIER PERSONNEL​

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Age:
Nationality: (British/American/Polish/Etc.)
Rank/Position: (your rank and the role you are gunning for)

Appearance: (Picture or a paragraph would suffice, anime pics are fine, I'm a bit of a weeb myself)
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Personality: (List or paragraphs)

Biography/Backstory: (anything that's worth noting about their skills or something)

Equipment: (1 small arms, and any other thing worth noting like cigars or book. May be left blank for IC acquisition along the way)

Others/Extras: (character's theme or anything else that is worth noting)

 

[Minyari]

Crew List

CPT. | Franco Bianchi | Pilot | Minyari

2LT. | Henry McLewis | Co-Pilot | Rusty of Shackleford

1LT. | Alfred Salvatore | Navigator/Radio Operator | Safety Hammer

1LT. | Henrique Banaszkiewicz | Bombardier | Kabboom

SGT. | Edward Ellington | Dorsal Gunner | Pilgrim59

SSGT. | Tommy Caronette | Ventral Gunner | Trappy

SSGT. | David Bennett | Tail Gunner | SpiralErrant

SGT. | Delbert Ballard | Flight Engineer | Darth
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[Safety Hammer]

Name: Alfred "Al" Salvatore
Age: 25
Sexuality: Closeted Homosexual
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Italian
Rank/Position: First Lieutenant

Appearance:

• Eye Color: Navy Blue
• Hair Color: Black/Dark Brown
• Body Type: Muscular
• Distinguishing Features: Small scar on left cheek due to a knife fight

Tattoos:

Spoiler

Height:6'0
Weight: 219 lbs

Personality:

• Virtues - Loyal, Brave, Charismatic, Compassionate
• Vices - Brash, Stubborn, Self-Conscious, Short-fused

Biography/Backstory: WIP

Equipment:

• One Colt M1903 Pocket Hammerless pistol
• Two packs of Lucky Strike Cigarettes
• One pocket knife
• One gold pocket watch with "Alfred M. Salvatore" carved on the back
• One black Zippo Lighter
• One photograph of Al and an unknown man

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Theme:

 

[Minyari]

Franco Bianchi

General

First Name: Franco

Last Name: Bianchi

Callsign: OLIVE - ACTUAL

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (March 8th, 1916)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Italian

Status: Alive - Active Duty

Physical

Height: 5’7” (170 cm)

Weight: 165 lbs (61 kg)

Build: Averagely Muscular

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Medium Brown

General Physical Description: A well built man that stands at average height, medium brown hair with enough length to comb to the right. Wears a well kept service uniform as well as a peaked cap. Maintains an aloof expression, has a cold aura to anyone except his crew in which he has a father-like aura.

Military

Date of Enlistment: August 14th

Branch: Joint Allied Flight Corps [1934 - Current]

U.S. Army Air Corps [1934 - 1939, 1941 - 1943]
Royal Air Force [1939 - 1941]

Rank: Captain - USAAC [Current]
Flight Lieutenant - RAF

Position: Pilot - Commanding Officer

Loadout:
- USAAC Officer Service Uniform w/ Captain & Aerial Wing Insignias and awards (die in fashion!)
- A-2 Flight Jacket
- Oval Service Cap “50-mission crush cap”
- At least a pack of “Lucky Strike” cigarettes
- Standard Bayonet Knife

Persona

Alignment: True Neutral

Key Personality Traits:
- Confident/Arrogant?
- Responsible/Family Man
- Aloof

Strengths:
- Skilled Pilot
- Decisive
- Calm

Weaknesses:
- Crew
- Laid Back
- Socializing

Biography: Franco was born on February 7th, 1915 in Bridgewater, New Jersey to Luce Bianchi and Maria Esposito. They both immigrated from the poorer parts of Southern Italy and settled in Bridgewater, New Jersey. Franco is the third child and second son, with two siblings coming after him. He grew fond of air planes when he saw news headlines about the advancements of aerial technology and dreamed of becoming a pilot. He attained a high school diploma and enlisted into the USAAC as a to be pilot, attaining high marks on the Army Entrance Exam.

Franco was shipped to Randolph Air Base, Texas for his first level training. Primary and Basic Training otherwise known as Ground School. He was taught the basics of flight, airplane operation and maintenance, meteorology, astronomy, military science, and officer behavior. Upon completing this, he would for the first time be piloting an aircraft.

After achieving the minimal amount of flight time and training with the P-35 fighter Franco was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and was stationed on the east coast. After a few years of service, Franco was promoted to First Lieutenant and with the outbreak of World War II, Franco was eager to join the war effort. After the declaration of neutrality by the US, he retired from the Air Corps and crossed the border into Canada and enlisting into the Royal Canadian Air Force to partake in the war.

With the dire need of bomber pilots, Franco was forcefully trained with the Vickers Wellington and Bristol Blenheim bombers. Equipped with the basic bomber piloting knowledge from before, Franco quickly adapted to the bombers and flew them well. After completing the basic flight training, Franco was commissioned as a Pilot Officer and sent to Britain to complete advanced operation training and quickly assembled his crew for the Vickers Wellington. After a multitude of simulations and flight experience with his newly formed crew they completed the operational training and were assigned to Number 3 Group. Franco now promoted to Flying Officer, flew his Vickers into many missions and strategicly bomber a multitude of targets. With the Pearl Harbor bombing in 1941, Flight Lieutenant Bianchi left the RAF and re-joined the US Army Air Corps.

Recommissioned as a First Lieutenant, Franco co-piloted a B-17 Bomber before being reassigned to the Mediterranean Theater with the new B-26s. After completing a multitude of bombings on North Africa, Franco gained merit Andre as promoted to Captain and gained a Pilot position on a B-26. A year went by and after the Afrikan Corps surrender, Franco was reassigned to a newly formed Joint Allied Flight Corps.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Name: Edward E. Ellington

Age: 23 (December 7th, 1920)

Nationality: American

Rank/Position: Sergeant (Dorsal Gunner)

Height: 5 ft. 9 in. (175 cm)

Weight: 150 lbs. (75 kg)

Personality:
Ellington comes from a long lineage of American soldiers since the American Revolutionary War, and is such raised as an earnest, and honest man - albeit at the cost of his tolerance for the softer sides of any conducts. The Texan gunner is a reserved GI, having been baptized in fires and steels of Kasserine Pass, and usually bypass the discrepancy of his comrade's lack of disciplines for their performance. Ellington believes in the struggles of the war, and will do his bit in seeing the end of the war. He is, however, prone to rank-pulling and other condescending gestures displayed by his superior, while holding contempt for indecisiveness, despite his intermittent hesitations at times. A man of conflicting nature, Ellington sees little in other's faults, as he himself is full of behavioral flaws.

Biography/Backstory:
Before the war, Ellington spent much of his time on the ranch as a farmer and a part-time engineer in-town. There, he gained much mechanical knowledge as a civilian, as well as being able to handle his firearms in the backyard ranges. Enlisted in 1941 as a ground trooper, Ellington participated in Operation Torch and most of the American effort in the run for Tunisia. He was eventually transferred to a B-17 as an auxiliary gunner for his extensive knowledge and experience with the Browning machine guns after his company was annihilated at Kasserine Pass. Serving under Captain Bianchi as a turret gunner, Ellington helped to escort the wounded captain back to base, after their bomber was shot down over Tunisia. Being the only two to have survived the disastrous ordeal, all the while slipping past the Italo-German lines, the young sergeant was no less dogged with experience ever since. With the recent formation of the Joint Allied Flight Corps, Ellington would continue his renewed service along side his familiar commanding officer - Captain Bianchi.

Equipment:
- Olive-drab aircrew uniform
- Olive-drab infantry jacket
- Olive-drab beanie
- Pair of coyote-colored M-39 gloves
- Dunhill lighter and cigarette packs
- Journal and graphites
- Extra D-Rations (chocolate bars)


Others/Extras:
Having served and saw extensive ground combat at Kasserine Pass, Ellington is skilled with machine guns, as well as his close-quarter capabilities. For what knowledge he missed in flight school, he makes it up with his trigger-fingers and boots-on-the-ground zeal.

Character Theme:




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[Kabboom]

Name: Henrique Banaszkiewicz
Age: 25
Nationality: French-Polish
Rank/Position: First Lieutenant / Bombardier

Height: 5ft 7 in. (170cm)
Weight: 170lbs (77kg)

Personality: Henrique is about the shadiest businessman you could ever hope to find. Fraudulent, sneaky, devilish, anyone who has ever heard of his name would know better than to walk past the man with their wallets left unguarded. With an overall snobbish demeanor, quick eyes and quicker hands, Henrique is a Private's best friend, and a Sergeant's worst nightmare. Quick to pickpocket, quicker to loot a dead man or an abandoned post, he's the average street criminal; his personal motto is: "If you wanted to keep it, you should've kept it somewhere safer".

Biography/Backstory: He grew up in Paris, with a French mother and a French-Polish father. Life was pretty tame, until things got out of hand, what with the First World War taking his dad, and the Great Depression taking his mother's belongings, along with her. He had to live for himself, and his life on the streets turned him into the snobbish thieving piece of shit he is today. Somehow, he qualified for the French Air Force, and then his unit got absolutely smashed during France's short experience of early World War II. Surviving and somehow making it across to British land (lot of rumors say he was present at Dunkirk, hitching one of the boats across), and when the Allies opened a brand-spanking-new bomber group, he saw fit to join it.

Equipment: Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife he "acquired" long ago. Some fancy French wine he stores in a few bean cans, which are in turn stored in an ammo can. Says he's "reserving it for the big moment". A lock-pick, just in case anything catches his eye, and the owner doesn't want to let it go easily.

Others/Extras: He gets bored quickly, and would usually fiddle around with his fighting knife, carving some wooden totems being his favorite pastime activity.

 

[Trappy]

Name: Tommy Caronette
Age: 20
Nationality: Canadian
Rank/Position: Staff Sergeant / Ventral Gunner

Height: 175cm
Weight: 77kg

Personality:
Tommy, like many around his age, is excited for the grand adventure of his life, his rite of passage. The young man is often enthusiastic in the tasks he is assigned to, and is known to be quite tidy and spatially aware. Tommy cares, to a degree, about how his actions, words or attitudes may affect others around him, usually trying his best to make it comfortable and easy for others to work with him. Eager to contribute to the war effort anyway he could, knowing he's not free of flaws himself. He could take time with the thinking, and may find himself conflicted, leading to delayed decisions.

One another note, the man is quite interested in the art of culinary, owning a number of cooking - related books. His belongings are sometimes packed with foodstuff of whatever he could afford / bargain for, ranging from a can of spam to a cut of smoked ham. If left alone for too long without assignments, one may find Tommy fashioning a light meal with ingredients from his belongings, sometimes even during flights, in his own corner of the aircraft.

Biography/Backstory:
A young man from Port Hope, Canada. When the war broke out, he enlisted, with a naive heart, filled with excitement for adventure. Tommy saw the war in North Africa, where he served in the Royal Air Force as a gunner on a Blenheim light bomber, until the bomber was crippled after a particularly disastrous raid, costing the lives of 2 of his comrades. Traumatised by the event, Tommy felt betrayed by the excitement and expectation he so foolishly harboured when he signed up. Despite this, the young man fought on, not allowing himself wager, knowing he will have to give his best to the Commonwealth and Allies' struggle with no turning back. Recognised by his experience from his past deployment, Tommy was introduced to a newly established bomber group, where the man, this time, somewhat lost and unsure of what to expect but the promise he made to himself: to do his best.

Equipment:
-Zippo lighter
-Matchbox
-Colt Model 1911
-A couple extra magazines for the handgun
-A few good books to kill time during long flies. Most of them are food/cooking-related.
-Standard bayonet knife
+Sometime some ingredients he had acquired (ration/trade/bargain)

Others/Extras: Nothing at the moment!

 

[SpiralErrant]

Name: David "Davey" Bennett
Age: 27
Nationality: British
Rank/Position: Staff Sergeant/Tail Gunner

Appearance: A lanky blonde fella with a toothy grin and slightly sunken eyes of someone who needs to take better care of himself. Unlucky for Davey since war usually doesn't let a man adopt a good diet and regular sleep schedule. Lucky for the air force, he was already a night owl that was happy to go through his days running on a fuel source of coffee and cigarettes!

Although he's not very good at keeping it clean and in good condition Davey has a fondness for his RAF dress uniform, thinking that he cuts a dashing figure in it. His hair is just pushing the limit of unacceptable but he's always managed to get away with it somehow.

Personality: At first glance Davey would probably be put aside as a sarcastic idiot who isn't taking his job or the war serious enough. Far from the prim and proper gents that the RAF likes to send pictures out of and show off to the world, Davey is a London lad and happy to crack a crass joke and launch into a string of curses when the bullets stop flying. Maybe it isn't professional but there are worse ways a man can cope with the stress. Something else that can rub his comrades the wrong way is that Davey doesn't seem to hold any ill will towards the enemy and sometimes talks like he doesn't even want to fight at all.

It's not that he isn't willing. You fight for the man next to you and for your own survival so of course he's going to give his duties as a gunner his all. It's just that he's always skeptical of people in power and authority figures. He's seen enough innocent folks get killed and young lads who didn't know what they were signing up for throw themselves into the meat grinder while officers from "The boys clubs" stay safe in the back and get fancy rations... and he doesn't doubt things are much the same on the other side of the war.

Something that can often be missed about Davey is that he's more of a thinker than people give him credit for. He enjoys reading and learning new things, he's even shown enough initiative to hang around the hangars to bother the engineers so he can learn more about the planes and guns he'll be using so he can understand them better (it helps him do his job and makes him feel safer in the air). He's also a bit of a fledgling philosopher, though he lacks the education to think on these matters in a big way and tends to just end up throwing random questions at the people around him.

Biography/Backstory: Less of a British bulldog and more a whippet. Davey joined up at the outbreak of war among the wave of eager young men that made up the early war effort. There was probably more naivete and adventure lust making up that decision than he cares to admit but to this day he insists he only did it because: "They were going to start drafting you sooner or later, this way at least I got to try and pick where I went."

Picking where he went ended up meaning he'd volunteer for the royal air force and for reasons he can never justify putting himself forward for pilot school. It turned out the RAF was in dire need of pilots and would take anyone who could pass the early tests, which to the surprise of a lot of bloody toffs included Davey. "You should'a seen 'em! The nobs were talking at me like they thought I couldn't even read!" He'll never admit it but a drive to prove himself as more than he is continued to push him through training and trying to show up other cadets while he was at it.

Of course his mother never forgave him for joining up for such a dangerous job! She wanted him to stay at his old job at the mechanics, maybe join the ARP wardens at most. It didn't matter how often he told her that airmen got a better salary than fixing cars had ever gotten him. Or that this could open doors to him that joining up with the engineers just couldn't.

Then the war found its way to his home. The battle of Britain well and truly kicked off and Davey began to regret his choices. He spent most of his time as a gunner in a Defiant, helping other fighters intercept bomber squadrons. That stint of duty was the worst it ever got for Davey, going for days at a time on little to no rest, flying into a sky shocked with bullets and tracer fire, all while feeling like he wasn't achieving anything! He made it through but some of those battles have stuck with him and it's still something he doesn't care to talk about.

So life went on and the allies had a chance to lick their wounds. Now it seems like they're on the offensive and Davey's found himself being sent out on some fancy multi-nation flying force. He'll go where he's told but can't help but laugh at the irony of ending up being assigned to a bomber after spending most of his time looking out for ways to shoot them out of the sky.

Equipment: Enfield No2 service revolver. A box of tobacco and roll ups. A half eaten and long saved chocolate ration. A copy of Biggles in the South Seas, a gift from the lads back home.

Others/Extras: During his time working as a mechanic Davey may have learned some handy tricks for how to steal cars or other vehicles. Just out of curiosity, he was never going to do it he swears!

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

ALLIED AIR FORCE DOSSIER PERSONNEL


Name: Henry Gary McLewis
Age: 25
Nationality: Irish-English
Rank/Position: Second Lieutenant; Co-Pilot

Appearance:
Henry is a tall, lanky man, a gift from his behemoth of a father. He has black hair and grey eyes courtesy of his mother, with chisled and well-built features to go with it. His hair is usually a mess, with his face always covered in a beard off various lengths. He's very well built from working on a farm his entire life, lending to his stoic appearance.
Height: 6'3
Weight: 190 lbs.

Personality:
Henry is a quiet man, preferring to keep to himself most of the time. He's very protective, though, so he tends to check in with the crew constantly. He has a very dry sense of humor, which he uses constantly. He doesn't fear much, and he'd probably shoot a fighter out of the air with his handgun if he was told to.
Biography/Backstory: (anything that's worth noting about their skills or something)
Henry was born the son of a nurse and a veteran of the Great War. His father had severe PTSD from his experiences, though never really showed it to anyone. He joined the Royal Air Force when he was just eighteen, much to his father's fear. War broke out, and Henry was trained to be a Co-Pilot in bombers. He was shown to be competent in the air, though he's not pilot material just yet. His selflessness and courage does make him a good pick for the Bella Strippa, though.
Equipment: (1 small arms, and any other thing worth noting like cigars or book. May be left blank for IC acquisition along the way)

• Colt M1911 Handgun, a gift from his father who got it in the Great War.
• Two packs of cigarettes
• King James Bible

Others/Extras: (character's theme or anything else that is worth noting)
He has an extremely thick Irish accent, making some of the things he says hard to understand, especially when he's angry or in a panic.

 

[Darth]

Name: Delbert "Del" Ballard
Age: 21 (March 11th, 1922)
Sex: Male
Nationality: American
Rank/Position: Sergeant; Flight Engineer

Height: 5 ft. 11in. (1.8 m.)
Weight: 169 lbs. (76.65 kg.)

Personality
Ballard is a rather quiet guy; a man who revels in solitude. He prefers the quiet confines of his quarters rather than the rowdiness of the mess hall. On any particular day, you'd most likely find Ballard reading a book somewhere secluded, or writing another entry in his journal in the empty barracks. Ballard is quite your typical introvert, but he is not without close friends, of whom occasionally drag him out of his quarters to force feed him social interaction. This is not to say Ballard can't socialize at all, once one gets to know Ballard, they'd find him to be a very charming, and honest person. Ballard is known to be good to his close friends. He is loyal to those he trusts and often makes sure that whenever his friends need something, he isn't far away.

Biography/Backstory
Delbert Montgomery Ballard, or "Del" as he's known by his buddies, was born on March 11th, 1922 to a farmer family in Kansas. Ballard is the eldest of the two children, and spent his early youth on his parents' farm and traveling a few miles every day to go to school. Soon, however, in 1938, the Dust Bowl wreaked havoc on the vast farmlands of southern Kansas, forcing Ballard and his family to flee north. With their farm and main source of income gone, Ballard's family soon fell into deep poverty. Their new home was located just outside Topeka, and Ballard's parents struggled to make a living. Ballard decided he'd get a job to support his family and became a truck driver ferrying goods across the state. It was then Ballard truly developed his affiliation with solitude. The long nights in a cramped truck cab used to bother him at first, he felt trapped and uncomfortable. However, as time went on, Ballard grew accustomed to the long quiet rides. He began to enjoy being alone with his thoughts. The feeling of claustrophobia was lost when he'd look out the cab window at night and gaze at the starlit sky. Sometimes, when Ballard was driving another one of the long journeys across the prairie, he'd imagine his truck a sturdy plane and him a daring pilot. It was easy to imagine himself soaring as the blue sky took up much of the view from the windshield on his truck. Anyway, Ballard's efforts to lift his family out of poverty were not in vain and in nearly a year and a half, Ballard was able to make his family's life more livable; more comfortable. Ballard continued driving for the trucking company, not because his family needed it, but because he now enjoyed his long rides across the rural countryside. On a very typical day, December 7th, 1941, he was returning home after a long trek south to Oklahoma, Ballard watched a crop duster, a small biplane, sprinkle a fine brown mist over a field of wheat. Ballard envied the pilot, long had Ballard dreamed of soaring through the clouds ever since he discovered the near endlessness of it. When he got home, he found his parents and younger sister crowded around their family radio. Ballard heard words that echoed through his mind, "A day that will live... in infamy..." It was then Ballard decided to enlist and influenced by his desire to fly, Ballard joined up with the US Army Air Corps. Ballard's initial intention was to become a pilot but failed to pass the tests. Instead, Ballard found his home as an American bomber crewman fighting in the skies of Tunisia. With Ballard's expertise in basic mechanics from his long days working with automotives influenced his role as a crewman. Soon, Ballard distinguished himself as a flight engineer.

Equipment

Service Equipment

• B-6 Helmet w/ AN-6530 Goggles
• A-8B/A-10 Oxygen Mask
• T-30-S Throat Mic
• A-4 Flight Suit w /B-3 Jacket and AN-6513 Parachute Harness
• Rayon Gloves inside A-9A Gloves
• D-1 Heated Shoes inside A-6 Flying Boots
• Colt M1911A1 Calibre 45. Standard-issue Pistol

Spoiler: Service Equipment

Personal Items

• Leather-back Journal w/ Sharpened Pencil
• 2 Extra Pencils
• Chain Necklace w/ Silver Crucifix
• Photo of Ballard Family
• Photo of Emily Cooke w/ message on back: "Best of luck Del, don't keep us waiting! - Emily"

Spoiler: Personal Items

Others/Extras: Ballard will tend to place his crucifix in his mouth when he is thinking, working, or stressed.