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[Elephantom]

The Pharaoh's Soliloquy​

Or, the Character sheet



The form
Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance: [IMAGE OR DESCRIPTION]

Ethnicity:

Occupation:

Social Class: [LOW, MIDDLE, HIGH OR ELITE]

BLISS modification?: [CAN BE ADDED AT A LATER TIME]

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: [CAN BE ADDED AT A LATER TIME]

Personality:

Biography:

Miscellaneous:​

 

[Elephantom]

Matthias Clay



Soldier, Citizen & Taxpayer

Name: Matthias Clay

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Establishment (Diner) Owner

Social Class: Middle

BLISS modification?: Yes

ZEAL/FERVOR modifications?:

Firepower [ZEAL]
Gicel [ZEAL]
Second Layer [FERVOR]

Equipment:

Mauser Broomhandle
Browning Auto-5 (Carries Occasionally)
Bowie knife
Remington Double Derringer

Personality:

Formerly a conformist — and one driven by the desires of the people and the commands of the society he lived in; Clay had found himself, very recently, in a queer existential crisis, having failed at finding his true purpose,and in essence, his own self. This delirium changed the very crux of his personality, and with great vigour in mind, he decided to leave behind his former proto-normalcy that always seemed to haunt him — he couldn't, unfortunately, for he had only decided. His usual concerns, as a taxpaying citizen, remained — as he still lived a hollow man — he began to be more involved into the affairs of the outside world. His morality remained grey, and became even ashen as he aged into an old man, but he acquired the benefit of being an observer.

Although, he's more interested in keeping to himself — never faltering in hoarding solicitude in the safety of his home, or his mind to be precise — once he's apprehended by any turn of events, he tends to appear more fiercely dedicated to doing what a concerned citizen is supposed to do — shoot punks. He has been known to bear a very short fuse, being quick to anger. This has resulted in him gaining a weighty reputation, and one he's faintly ignorant of.

He shares many traits with the common men — being of the humble sort, and mostly ordinary. While he uses expletives openly and may appear cantankerous at times, he's still very much of the honest, sympathetic and gracious type. Never ceasing to help the common people, or the people that appear around him. Though, a fact that should be minded is that he's also prone to shooting people — and that war has rendered him almost remorseless.

Biography:

Born in a middle-class family, the youngest of three. Most of his early years were spent educating himself on the finer ways of shaping different types of wood. As one might guess, his father was a carpenter — and a very good one at that — and he had taken his youngest son, Clay, as an apprentice. The eldest brother, Clyde, had pursued a different career objective, as a lawyer; his other brother, Theodore, started practicing medicine. As he was the only one carrying on his father's legacy, and the fathers before his father, his relationship with his brothers became more strained.

In his primes, shortly after his father's tragic death at the hands of a corrupt law enforcer, Clay enlisted into the state army in a fit of grief. He served there for eight years — in the meantime, buying a property in the soon-to-be-New-Atlanta — before he was drafted into the military, and as the World War approached. He fought in it, and he came out to tell the tale — his experiences there were less than happy, and just grim enough. It was then, when he came adopt a conformist attitude, and his own identity slowly decayed.

Clay stayed in the army, as a part of the garrison reserve. Construction began for New Atlanta — he, fortunately, retained a similar share of his land, which was relocated to the middle regions. Only a year later, he was again send into warfare — this time, it was to assist the Federation and the Empire in stomping away the Taiko-German expansion attempt. It was then, when he was given the BLISS and ZEAL modifications — a necessity for the soldiers involved in that war.

He retired after his service — and as is obvious, he survived yet another war — and built a diner at the location he was assigned in New Atlanta; the two-storey building also serves as a home for him.

Miscellaneous:

He's married; he also has a son​

 

[Gwen_Temi]

Name: Susan Harper

Alias: Black Raven

Age: 28

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Japanese

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 110lbs

Personality: Taciturn, thoughtful and dedicated, Raven expects nothing from the world and the people around her, believing the entire world and all it’s inhabitants to be chaotic, dynamic, unreliable and unpredictable. As a result, she values even the small pleasures in life, but sees all those around her as potential enemies who could turn against her at a single moment. To this end, she keeps to herself when not on business, but is always exceptionally polite and non-confrontational to avoid conflict. She’s the last one of a party to shoot, but the first to contemplate murder.

Appearance:

Skills:

• Lock-picking: A straightforward skill, Raven has learned many arts fo infiltration to use alongside her powers. She can crack into even the most difficult of conventional and puzzle locks if given enough time and the proper equipment.
  
  
• Submission Fighting/Grappling: Although not the most skilled opponent in direct combat, Raven’s experience in fighting has taught her how to take down opponents in a silent manner through choke holds and submission grappling. She is also capable of snapping necks if necessary.
  
  
• Analysis: Raven acknowledges the fact that she cannot take down all foes in her path. To that end, she has learned how to stalk prey that can’t be killed by conventional manners to either prepare adequate counter-measures before engaging or to find appropriate assistance from allies who are better suited to deal with the threat.
  
  
• Katana and Knife Training: Raven, in more direct confrontations, has received a great deal of training in the use of bladed weaponry.

Backstory: (WIP) A Japanese immigrant looking to find her way in America.

Equipment (standard)

• Combat knife
  
  
• Lock-pick set
  
  
• Hard-Cover Black Book Journal with chain-linked pen.
  
  
• De Lisle carbine
  
  
• Welrod Sidearm

Powers (Genetic Modifications):

• Chameleon (Zeal)
  
• Snake Oil (Fervor)
• Note: Raven chooses to use fewer genetic modifications to allow her to utilize her Chameleon ability more often and with less concern for having to save extra zeal for other abilities. Even without "Chameleon" she is trained in stealth and it is used primarily to enhance her stealth when needed.

Occupation: Spy and Assassin

Extra: Takes notes on everyone that she encounters. Her black book has more value than it seems, far more than the rest fo her equipment.

 

[The Chronicler]

Name: Edward Ta'homa

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Self-Employed Engineer

Social Class: High

BLISS modification?: No

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: No

Personality:
Upon meeting Edward, initial thoughts of him is that he's a brash, shoot first, think later kind of guy. And he himself knows that he his seen this way, though he's quite the deep thinker and strategist. But this only rarely shows this side of him due to keeping a nice posture. Or what he sees as 'nice'.

Though Edward considers nice as a different definition. This also pertains to how he sees the world. Viewing it as what he calls, revolutionary. Though some countries didn't accept the combination of the world. He find them weak, though combining to make a super country is considered weak to some, he thinks of it as beautiful. It's revolutionary what happened only after the creation of the LEAGUE OF NATIONS.

Though Evan is self employed. He also accepts payed jobs. Though unless it's a high currency. He won't do anything. He'll accept the job but what he'll do is nothing. For all he cares, his only problem with a no money job is how much tea he can drink and how much books he can read. It don't matter how much money he gets, there's a point from where he'll do the job to where he won't give a shit. This also is his lifestyle, if he doesn't feel like it, he'll just rest. Or do any other task needed.

Biography:
Edward finds it hard to say but he just doesn't remember. His history is blank from what he can remember. Parents were non existent in his memories, one of the few things he can remember is that he's a Catholic. And even then there's no real reason for that. He could be a Jew, but for all he cares, he's living the highest a person like him can be.

Equipment:
-Medium Weight Armor
-This armor is literally full body. It can protect him only for at least a few bullets. Each part (which this armor is like hex armor, each part and piece of armor is hex shaped and connected through really strong magnets.

-WW1 Rifle
-A rifle he collected from a man who participated in WW1. Edward bought the rifle for use and collectivity. He slightly modified it so it shoots better and harder bullets and it's easier to reload.

Miscellaneous:
Not married, single and ready to mingle.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Name: George Havel aka Odysseus

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Anarchist, Resistance Leader, Radio Host (Vox Populus - The TRUE Voice of the People)

Social Class: Former Elite, Currently Low

BLISS modification?: Yes

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?:​

• 
  
  • Gelid [ZEAL]
  • Fulgar [ZEAL]
  • Teleportation [ZEAL]
  • Snake Oil [FERVOR]

Equipment:​

• 
  
  • Colt .357 magnum with the name Lenore engraved onto the barrel
  • A trench knife with the name Amber engraved onto the grip
  • A comb with a hidden flick knife in the handle

Personality:
Witty, snarky and oozing with confidence. George is usually seen by others as a bit of an oddball and rather unnerving for those who know him well. A natural jokester, George thinks a healthy dose of sarcasm makes any topic palatable. Something often comes to play during his broadcasts.

But hidden under his playful and slightly crazy persona is a wary, vindictive, and calculative person. He's an expert in unconventional warfare and would plan attacks months or even years in advance. All for the Cause.

Biography:
Born as the only child of the Havel family, he was raised to be the future CEO of Havel Industries, a rather sizable corporation that focuses on the production of high speed trains and the prototype hover train. He was initially just like the other Elites. Snobbish, proud, and always looks down on the Rats. But his opinion changed one day during his late teenage years.

On a drunken bet, he snuck out beyond the wall and into the outermost district where the Rats lived. Using knowledge from his days in Theater and police files, he managed to blend it rather well. The only sign he wasn't a Rat being his intellect on things such as hover cars and detailed knowledge of how the Pinks and Regulators worked. It was there that he first met Lenore, a young woman about his age. Compared to the majority, she was beautiful, smart and almost killed him with a trench knife when they first met. After he saved her from being beaten up by a couple of Regulators, Lenore introduced George into her small gang of like-minded survivalists. He became their de-facto leader and Lenore eventually fell in love with him. Their union brought about the birth of a little girl which they named Amber. For the next 5 or so years, George would sneak out to stay with his new family and gang while discretely supporting their lives with careful amounts of cash. Enough to be comfortable while not drawing attention. But even the most careful plans can go wrong.

He was eventually found out by a young Elite socialite named Amanda Talver. She had a soft spot for George so when she found out about George's secret, she called a hit on his new family before reporting George's activity to the Havels. George was placed on house-arrest and was helpless to stop the hit. So when Amanda came over to present Lenore's trench knife to him, he snapped. He went on a rampage, gunning down the entire Havel family before moving onto the Talvers. But he didn't kill Amanda, he simply 'brought out the inner ugliness' and disfigured her with Lenore's knife. He then faked a suicide and escaped with the Havel fortune which he prepared beforehand. He went to rim where he found that two members of Lenore's old gang survived and with them, he created the Klephts, a resistance group against the unfair treatment of the people. To complete the image, he changed his identity. Gone was George Havel and Odysseus was born.

Miscellaneous:
George is multilingual with the ability to speak in English, Japanese, German and some French and Chinese. Useful given the fact that he works with everyone.​

 

[Elephantom]

View attachment 285503 Name: Edward Ta'homa

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Self-Employed Engineer

Social Class: High

BLISS modification?: No

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: No

Personality:
Upon meeting Edward, initial thoughts of him is that he's a brash, shoot first, think later kind of guy. And he himself knows that he his seen this way, though he's quite the deep thinker and strategist. But this only rarely shows this side of him due to keeping a nice posture. Or what he sees as 'nice'.

Though Edward considers nice as a different definition. This also pertains to how he sees the world. Viewing it as what he calls, revolutionary. Though some countries didn't accept the combination of the world. He find them weak, though combining to make a super country is considered weak to some, he thinks of it as beautiful. It's revolutionary what happened only after the creation of the LEAGUE OF NATIONS.

Biography:
Edward finds it hard to say but he just doesn't remember. His history is blank from what he can remember. Parents were non existent in his memories, one of the few things he can remember is that he's a Catholic. And even then there's no real reason for that. He could be a Jew, but for all he cares, he's living the highest a person like him can be.

Miscellaneous:
Not married, single and ready to mingle.

Wooh, we've got ourselves a left-winger!

Accepted.

Equipment:​

• Colt .357 magnum with the name Lenore engraved onto the barrel
• A trench knife with the name Amber engraved onto the grip
• A comb with a hidden flick knife in the handle

The equipment sections seems popular. I'll add it to the official sheet.

 

[Kloudy]

Name:
[Redacted]

Alias:
The Kronos Collective or "Kronos"

Age:
Created in the year [redacted] by [redacted] for the purpose of information, financial and civil service organisation and automation.

Gender:
N/A (However it refers to itself as a "he" for some reason)

Appearance:

(Dubbed the "Seeker", this is a tin-man body which Kronos manufactures replicates of at his facility. It's made from toughened steel and cannot be taken down merely by shooting at it. I mean, you could probably run him over with a car to kill him though. Kronos inhabits them to do his bidding, but this can be overridden.)

(Aptly named "Guardsmen", these are the more battle-oriented robots that Kronos uses as his security which focus more on slow, heavy attacks and defence. Hitting their eye, which is the weak spot on the creation, will blind the robot and render it easier to take down. May burrow itself under the surface of the ground to lie in wait of enemies. If visible, their eye will remain blue when they do not detect any intruders, turning red when they do. Kronos currently has two of these highly experimental rudimentary robots but plans to manufacture more when he had the materials. Kronos inhabits them to do his bidding, but this can be overridden.)

(Kronos' "Walking fortress", a heavily armoured tank-like machine with weaponry bristling from its many compartments. It has four pods at the back which hold a Guardsman in each. Weaponry includes a dual swivel auto cannon on the front section's top, rocket launchers on it's back section as a form of rudimentary artillery as well as multiple anti-personnel machineguns dotted in various places on the tank. The armour is tough enough to sustain the damage of several explosions before it breaks and the inner workings of the machine are revealed. This creation is still undergoing construction and is not projected to be viable for field testing anytime soon. It currently remains in Kronos' engineering lab.)

Ethnicity:
N/A

Occupation:
Rogue Artificial Intelligence

Social Class:
N/A

BLISS modification?:
N/A

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?:
N/A

Personality:
wip

Biography:
[Redacted]

Miscellaneous:
Kronos has a large supply of Bliss, Zeal and Fevor from an unknown source stashed away in his main server room, which is also hidden away and put under incredibly heavy security. This room is where Kronos does his experiments in human cloning, new innovation for Zeal and Fervor, new "online" technology and advanced robotic creations (including the advancement of the "tin men").

Destroying this room will severely cripple Kronos and may even destroy him forever if he is not currently inhabiting another system or human.

Kronos may "jump" into a person's mind simply through the physical contact of an electromagnetic touch, like static. This mind control is permanent until the host dies or Kronos jumps to another host. Potential hosts can defend themselves from this by taking Bliss and any Zeal or Fervor modifications, which somehow disrupt the connection between Kronos and the host. Once Kronos has taken hold of a host, death or time will be their only escape. Likewise, Kronos may also inhabit electronical systems such as steampunk creations and tin-men.

Any form of electric shock or system reboot to a tin-man or robotic creation will temporarily kick Kronos out of it and relinquish his control on it. The Walking Fortress is exempt from this weakness, however.

There are files on a new project Kronos will be working on named "The Floating Fortress". Not much more is known on this subject.

 

[Historical Storyteller]

(Greenlight: It's done, Elephantom.)

1. GUY FOCKER

Name: "My name is Guy."

His full name is Guy Focker, but he hates being called by his last name. If you want to get on his nerves then try addressing him as "Mr. Focker" since that ought to tick him off. But if you REALLY want to piss him off, call him by his full name.​

Age: "27."

Gender: "Get your eyes checked, boy, or do I have to show you my balls?"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"Oh yeah, I'm happy to see you too."

We know, Guy.

Ethnicity: "I'm your standard white guy. No pun intended."

Occupation: "I'm part of the State Army, and I work as a platoon sergeant, commanding fifteen men."

Social Class: "Middle class."

BLISS modification?: "Drugs damage the soul, boy. Don't even think of using it."

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "Did you hear what I said, boy? Put that fucking thing away from my face."

Never even talk of BLISS, ZEAL, or FERVOR around Guy. He's got issues with it, and he won't give his own men these drugs while he's in charge.

Equipment:

Spoiler

"On patrols I usually use the Springfield Model 1903 rifle with the M1911 as my sidearm. I don't wear a helmet, just wear my Montana Peak. I've got a trench knife in my pocket just in case. Oh, and they don't issue grenades here since we're not at war. We're just here to keep the peace, not aggravate the locals."

Personality:

"Heh, I'd say I'm your average idiot, not too bright not too dumb either. Hmm, what else? Well, I could say that I love peace and quiet. I just want to spend the entire day doing nothing. I like to lay down on my back and daydream, what can I say? I may be a military man but I'm no war freak.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm forced to be someone who I'm not. Like, say how I fulfill my duties as a Sergeant. You got to show the tough side of yourself at all times so you can carry yourself around with respect. You can't control a bunch of juvies without asserting yourself as the adult authority 'round these parts.

In the past, I was kind of a teen rebel but now that I've got responsibilities I've gotten more... responsible, you get what I mean? Times change and people change. Atlanta's different now and people know I'm different...

So many people I knew are gone. My pals from my old gang, my family, some of my army buddies, all of them gone. I've lost so much already that I can't bear to see another person die. All of this weighs heavily on my conscience. I just can't seem to numb myself from my emotions like all the others. These feelings are so overwhelming that sometimes I feel like I have to break down and cry.

In the end, I'm just a man holding to what he has left after losing so much. And no matter how much I try to separate myself from my emotions, it just doesn't work. I've got a sensitive soul underneath, a real sensitive one, damn it. I can't help it sometimes."


Biography:

Warning: Wall of text. Read at your own risk and at the expense of your sanity.

Spoiler

"What? You want to hear the story of my life? Oh what the heck. Not many people go around asking about myself anyway. Maybe one day when I die you'll remember who I am and what I stood for. I was born here in Atlanta and I wish to live my entire life here until I die.

Atlanta is a place that holds many special memories for me. I remember as a child I was part of Grecko's Gang, we were a band of children that would play pranks around the entire city. We would write on walls, call people some mean names, throw rocks at the windows, splash a buckets of water on someone walking out the door, and generally cause mayhem.

We were notorious. By god, we were notorious. The wild kids would idolize us and I think some of them constructed stalker shrines of Grecko, our gang leader. However, some of those goody-two shoes kids absolutely hated us and would report us to our schoolteachers whenever those lil' bastards got the chance. Kids with our track record for chaos should have been expelled a long long time ago, but the adults figured that keeping us confined as long as possible in school would minimize the damage. They were right though. All of Grecko's gang was confined in school for 12 hours before they were released to wreak havoc on society.

And those teachers had clever ways to punish us for our tricks. They'd put a dunce cap on all our heads and make us sing the dunce song for starters. The teachers wouldn't beat the troublemakers, they aren't allowed to, but instead they force us to exercise until we wished they beat us senseless. Oh, God, and they would play classical music during class hours! Can you imagine listening to Beethoven for 12 hours every school day for years on end? Can you? The others didn't seem to mind, and... we kinda got used to it actually. We even liked it and those were one of the few things that the gang and the teachers both liked so... yeah.

The worst of the teachers was Mr. Sandhurst, everybody called him the Devil Incarnate. He was a thorn on everybody's side and he doled out punishments to every student in the classroom whether they deserved it or not. We decided to get rid of him once and for all by gagging him at night and burying him in his own grave. Well, in the end, he managed to get out. I don't know how he did it, but we heard he stormed outta town with this spooked look on his face and he vowed never to return to this city of madness.

Anyways, it was not just the teachers that were bad, there were children that picked on us too! They'd throw rocks at us, beat us senseless in the streets when we were alone, and set our houses on fire. You know, the typical evil children stuff. Oh, and they called us names too. Naturally, we fought back and burned their houses to the ground in retaliation. But then here comes the State Army of all people coming in with their blood pumped with drugs. We were mostly being chased around the entire city by teleporters and those bastards could also move objects with their minds! It was telekinesis, I think. It was fucking crazy.

We'd climb up the rooftops and those army boys would pop up there in a jiffy. We'd dash to a corner of a street only to find them there waiting for us. Sometimes, while we were running, they'd trip us up with sticks or throw stuff at us. The only way to stop them was to jump into a crowd or hide somewhere and pray they didn't see us. I still remember that there are a lot of spots in this city where you could hide in and go unnoticed all day.

We had a lot of enemies in this city, yeah, but we also had a lotta friends. You see, kids with our sense of talent always attracted the attention of the mafia and other criminal elements of the underworld. Don Rafael would pay us to spy on certain people and then pay us for our reports. We'd also do these really weird jobs such as driving a car outside the city to a specific area. We were instructed never to open the trunk and we obeyed.

Soon, we started doing even weirder jobs and we got big money getting it done. We would smash into someone's house and break stuff and intimidate the locals. We would paint walls red with the words "The Don is Watching" then we would leave in a huff after breaking more stuff. It just got... weirder from then now.

Slowly, our little world grew darker and darker every day. Before we even realized it, we were growing up to be criminals. Let's face it, we weren't good at school but we were awfully talented at stirring up trouble. We didn't realize that we were getting into serious business until we saw that the people that hated us started to fear us. They didn't want anything to do with us anymore, not even the soldiers and cops dared to touch us, though they did mock us occasionally.

Everything changed when our gang leader, Grecko, died in an explosion when someone planted a bomb in his house. We... needed new leadership in these dark times. Someone had to know how to get the job done, and everybody nominated me to be the next leader. I wasn't anything special, I was just one of the more levelheaded people in the group. Only Grecko could lead our group, he was a real inspiration to us all. Only he could bring together a wild bunch of kids to do things that were considered to be impossible. And now he's gone...

I believe that there will be another person like him ever again. He was truly a great man, greater than all of us put together. We decided to work full time as muscle for Don Rafael and boy must I tell you he kept us busy. The mafia had put us on guard duty and we were sometimes called to get into firefights with their competitors. There was no end of it, I swear, we had to fight the cops, the military, the pinks, the punks, the government, the lows, the highs, the elites and more. Shit, once the entire city of Atlanta was against the mafia and we had to go into hiding.

Then I became 18 and the Great War started. Every able-bodied man was coaxed to join the military, even punks like me were forced to fight. God, it was so over the top. Recruiters were not only armed with machine guns but they also came in with tanks! Tanks! I mean, that's technically illegal, right?Fuck, we had no choice but to go with 'em or be smashed into a million pieces.

So from then on, I came from young delinquent to mafia muscle and now I'm a soldier? You could tell I'm going places, man. Like literally. Anyway, in light of my record as a career criminal, I was sent to a penal battalion that regularly went on suicide missions. Yeah, wanna know why its called a suicide mission? Well, in one operation alone, we lost 90% of our men trying to assault a fortified position on a hill with little equipment.

Sometimes, they'd send our battalion to the front lines to clear any minefields that might be there. We'd go head to head with tanks with no anti-tank guns and we would confront enemy infantry companies with only a couple of machine guns. Ah, those days sucked. I met a few buddies there that were actually pretty good soldiers and without 'em I would have been blown to pieces. I really owe my life to 'em.

Anyways, long story short, I managed to get out of the penal battalion by killing a lot of 'em Jerries and becoming a war hero. I was transferred to a regular unit this time since I have "redeemed" myself or something like that.

I'm getting tired explaining everything. Sorry if I leave a little important detail or two out. If you want to know me you gotta talk with me a lot, like a lot. Ok? Right now, I'm busy, after the war I've come back to the city and signed up for the garrison in Atlanta. Let's talk later if you want to know more. Well, what do you know? It's been an hour already. I've got to get back to the garrison. See you later."

Miscellaneous:

Sergeant Guy commands a platoon of 15 men. Here are all their names.

Spoiler: Platoon

1. Sergeant Guy Focker

2. Corporal Delmore "Del" Markusen

3. Private Frederick Findlay

4. Private James Cooper

6. Private Charles Garth

7. Private Samson Cruikshank

8. Private Christopher Parkman

9. Private Jean Walker

10. Private Kurt Vizenor

11. Private William Warton

12. Private Thomas Toland

13. Private Peter Ingelow

14. Private Louis Erdrich

15. Private Bob Eastman

​

 

[Elephantom]

Name: George Havel aka Odysseus

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Anarchist, Resistance Leader, Radio Host (Vox Populus - The TRUE Voice of the People)

Social Class: Former Elite, Currently Low

BLISS modification?: Yes

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?:​

• 
  
  • Gelid [ZEAL]
  • Fulgar [ZEAL]
  • Teleportation [ZEAL]
  • Snake Oil [FERVOR]

Equipment:​

• 
  
  • Colt .357 magnum with the name Lenore engraved onto the barrel
  • A trench knife with the name Amber engraved onto the grip
  • A comb with a hidden flick knife in the handle

Personality:
Witty, snarky and oozing with confidence. George is usually seen by others as a bit of an oddball and rather unnerving for those who know him well. A natural jokester, George thinks a healthy dose of sarcasm makes any topic palatable. Something often comes to play during his broadcasts.

But hidden under his playful and slightly crazy persona is a wary, vindictive, and calculative person. He's an expert in unconventional warfare and would plan attacks months or even years in advance. All for the Cause.

Biography:
Born as the only child of the Havel family, he was raised to be the future CEO of Havel Industries, a rather sizable corporation that focuses on the production of high speed trains and the prototype hover train. He was initially just like the other Elites. Snobbish, proud, and always looks down on the Rats. But his opinion changed one day during his late teenage years.

On a drunken bet, he snuck out beyond the wall and into the outermost district where the Rats lived. Using knowledge from his days in Theater and police files, he managed to blend it rather well. The only sign he wasn't a Rat being his intellect on things such as hover cars and detailed knowledge of how the Pinks and Regulators worked. It was there that he first met Lenore, a young woman about his age. Compared to the majority, she was beautiful, smart and almost killed him with a trench knife when they first met. After he saved her from being beaten up by a couple of Regulators, Lenore introduced George into her small gang of like-minded survivalists. He became their de-facto leader and Lenore eventually fell in love with him. Their union brought about the birth of a little girl which they named Amber. For the next 5 or so years, George would sneak out to stay with his new family and gang while discretely supporting their lives with careful amounts of cash. Enough to be comfortable while not drawing attention. But even the most careful plans can go wrong.

He was eventually found out by a young Elite socialite named Amanda Talver. She had a soft spot for George so when she found out about George's secret, she called a hit on his new family before reporting George's activity to the Havels. George was placed on house-arrest and was helpless to stop the hit. So when Amanda came over to present Lenore's trench knife to him, he snapped. He went on a rampage, gunning down the entire Havel family before moving onto the Talvers. But he didn't kill Amanda, he simply 'brought out the inner ugliness' and disfigured her with Lenore's knife. He then faked a suicide and escaped with the Havel fortune which he prepared beforehand. He went to rim where he found that two members of Lenore's old gang survived and with them, he created the Klephts, a resistance group against the unfair treatment of the people. To complete the image, he changed his identity. Gone was George Havel and Odysseus was born.

Miscellaneous:
George is multilingual with the ability to speak in English, Japanese, German and some French and Chinese. Useful given the fact that he works with everyone.​

Acceeepted, of course.

 

[xenforo_design]

Name: Cheng Xiao Xing (Often referred to as "China" or "China-doll" by Westerners)

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Actress. (Also a Chinese nationalist, though not an occupation.)

Social Class: High

BLISS modification?: None.

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: None.

Personality: Cynical, but easily amused, and somewhat petty. Naturally competitive. Has to remind herself to focus on the bigger picture rather than let little things get her down.

Biography: Born to a peasant family in coastal China, Xing Xing did not always enjoy the privileges of high class life. But she has been exposed to the effects of Western imperialism her entire life, and is a staunch supporter of Chinese independence from the Federation of France and the British Colonial Empire. Because her father died in the coal mines when she was four, she spent much of her time with her mother and grew extremely close to her. At nine, her mother caught the attentions of a young French bachelor, and they soon married. Xing Xing was swept out of the slums and into the opulent high class life of French aristocracy. Her mother was adorned with affections and elegance by her new step-father, and as they attended their plays and vacations, Xing Xing was left in the manor, sometimes with her numerous tutors, and sometimes alone, to wander the rooms and the library and the kitchen. A rift soon grew between Xing Xing and her mother, especially once Xing Xing gained influence and popularity as a young actress, thanks to some arrangements from her step-father. In the acting industry, and then the Western media, Xing Xing was known as "China" or the "China-doll" actress. She was adored by the media, much like her mother had been by French high society, for her "exotic" appearance. She openly celebrated her Chinese heritage, which only caused more intrigue. At some point, Xing Xing discovered that her mother had been using BLISS and FERVOR to excess, which eventually all but destroyed her mother's psyche. When Xing Xing was 20, while filming a feature film, her mother died. And though Xing Xing's step-father adores her, she continues to secretly blame him for her death, as they were both users of BLISS and FERVOR, and she believes that her mother would never had touched the substance had the two remained slum-rats in French-occupied China.

Currently, she is attempting to organize for Chinese independence or at least status as the Chinese Autonomous Region through advocacy and favors, both public and under the table. A fierce opponent of drug use and general high/elite-class life, though she enjoys the benefit of high-class life herself. She resides in the United States now, while filming a remake of Phantom of the Opera.

Miscellaneous: Speaks fluent Chinese, French, English, and Spanish.

 

[Historical Storyteller]

2. Delmore "Del" Markusen

Name: "Call me Del. That's D-E-L for you."

Age: "I'll always be 17, remember that."

Del is actually 30.

Gender: "Huh?"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"Ok, just kidding. Click the spoiler button below." (Breaking the fourth wall moment.)

Spoiler

"This is me and the love of my life, Betsy. Ain't she the cutest, friskiest, cuddliest girl you have ever seen in your life? Oh, I kid I kid, I just love my shotgun that's all. Yeah, I name my shotgun Betsy."

Ethnicity: "I'm black."

Caucasian.

Occupation: "Not many people know this, but I am a secret agent working for the government. During the Great War, I was sent way behind enemy lines to assassinate key head honchos who thought they could get away with beating good old Uncle Sam! But nobody messes with 'Murica and leave without facing some of the consequences. I did not carry a weapon, because I did not need a weapon. All I had was my fists, and I stormed into their place with nothing but my bare hands. 'Course, they were all heavily armed with machine guns, but they didn't leave a scratch on me 'cause all I had to do was slap their bullets aside. When I got close enough, all I had to do was punch them in the face and their heads would explode. And when everybody else saw this, they'd turn and run with their tails between their legs. Yes, I was an awesome secret agent. In fact, I was the BEST secret agent ever. You can look that up and see for yourself."

Del's lying, he's just a Corporal in the State Army.

Social Class: "Your typical middle-class asshole."

BLISS modification?: "Don't tell Guy about this, but yes I have BLISS modifications. Now shut up, ok?"

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?:

"Good god, I've got some. I primarily focus on evasion and defense, this was a popular combination during the Great War. Some people were trying to stay alive and this combo did that."

Teleportation (ZEAL)
Second Layer (FERVOR)
Snake Oil (FERVOR)

Equipment:

Spoiler

"Normally, I carry around my girl, Betsy. She's a Winchester Model 1897 Shotgun. Other than carrying a M1917 helmet and a trench knife, I've got no other weapons. Wait a minute, I nearly forgot to mention my trench sword.... or whatever it's called... I think it's called a sword bayonet? Yeah, yeah it is."

Personality:

"People call me rebellious, but I say that I'm just a free spirit. Everybody is so caught up on rules and regulations that they trip over their shoes obeying the man. Men are so robotic and mechanical nowadays, 'cause they got no backbone. I am a man with nothing to lose, I live the 'live fast die young' lifestyle. All my life I have always been eager to go on an adventure, I just wanted to see what I am capable of. But I keep pushing myself too much and this is seriously affecting my health. I use too much drugs, I do too much exercise, and by god I do too much of everything that I'm starting to get so weak. Maybe I should stop this, I've been in too many adventures and it's time to retire from my journeymaking for good."

Biography:

"I was born in a farm in Georgia. It was a small farm with a few livestock here and there. We were not close to any communities, and we might as well have been in the middle of nowhere. My family and I were alone, isolated from society, only encountering a group of strangers every once in a while. When I was a child, I would go greet these strangers and offer them some food in our kitchen. Sometimes, they were in a hurry and they didn't spend much time in our place. But sometimes, they had time to kill and so they spent a few days at most in our farm.

I would mercilessly question them about the outside world. I have always wondered what other people were like outside the farm. My family was the entire world to me, but I knew that sometime in the future I would have to deal with other people. The strangers would talk about their histories, their journeys, their experiences. They would talk about the frontier further west, they would talk about the growing cities all around America, and they would talk of great nations beyond the Atlantic Ocean. These great nations, they said, lived in a great continent called Europe, and that was the land of our forefathers who sailed all the way from Europe to the land we now call America.

Over the years while I was stuck in the farm, I had been wondering what this Europe land was like. I just had to see this Europe for myself and I knew that if I did not travel to Europe now in my youth, I would never get the chance to see it ever in my lifetime. When the Great War came rolling around, I took that opportunity and volunteered to join the American Expeditionary Force. Of course, I had to finish basic training... but I eventually got to going to Europe!

I went on traveling from town to town, going sightseeing around the place like a fucking tourist. Occasionally, we'd bump into the enemy but they were no match for American industrial superiority. We had lots of artillery to back us up and they had no chance to beat us. And no, my unit did not engage the enemy in trench warfare at all, we were the lucky ones that did not have to fight much. During the war, I was introduced to the ZEAL and FERVOR modifications and I got my BLISS modifications just in case.

I admit that I have used these mods to things that were not combat-related. That's... all I'll say for now. Anyway, after the war I decided to go back to the state of Georgia and into this city of Atlanta. Well, I've always wanted to see what the city was like. And to get a job I signed up as a soldier in the State Army."

Miscellaneous: A long-time ZEAL and FERVOR user. He is beginning to show symptoms of overuse of these drugs but he hides them from his platoon sergeant, Guy. Delmore keeps on teleporting out of the city against his will and he tries to avoid exercise because he feels weak doing it. He might quit the army since it puts too much strain on his body or he could become an instructor in ZEAL and FERVOR use since he knows the effects of its use.​

 

[Elephantom]

Name: Cheng Xiao Xing (Often referred to as "China" or "China-doll" by Westerners)

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Actress. (Also a Chinese nationalist, though not an occupation.)

Social Class: High

BLISS modification?: None.

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: None.

Personality: Cynical, but easily amused, and somewhat petty. Naturally competitive. Has to remind herself to focus on the bigger picture rather than let little things get her down.

Biography: Born to a peasant family in coastal China, Xing Xing did not always enjoy the privileges of high class life. But she has been exposed to the effects of Western imperialism her entire life, and is a staunch supporter of Chinese independence from the Federation of France and the British Colonial Empire. Because her father died in the coal mines when she was four, she spent much of her time with her mother and grew extremely close to her. At nine, her mother caught the attentions of a young French bachelor, and they soon married. Xing Xing was swept out of the slums and into the opulent high class life of French aristocracy. Her mother was adorned with affections and elegance by her new step-father, and as they attended their plays and vacations, Xing Xing was left in the manor, sometimes with her numerous tutors, and sometimes alone, to wander the rooms and the library and the kitchen. A rift soon grew between Xing Xing and her mother, especially once Xing Xing gained influence and popularity as a young actress, thanks to some arrangements from her step-father. In the acting industry, and then the Western media, Xing Xing was known as "China" or the "China-doll" actress. She was adored by the media, much like her mother had been by French high society, for her "exotic" appearance. She openly celebrated her Chinese heritage, which only caused more intrigue. At some point, Xing Xing discovered that her mother had been using BLISS and FERVOR to excess, which eventually all but destroyed her mother's psyche. When Xing Xing was 20, while filming a feature film, her mother died. And though Xing Xing's step-father adores her, she continues to secretly blame him for her death, as they were both users of BLISS and FERVOR, and she believes that her mother would never had touched the substance had the two remained slum-rats in French-occupied China.

Currently, she is attempting to organize for Chinese independence or at least status as the Chinese Autonomous Region through advocacy and favors, both public and under the table. A fierce opponent of drug use and general high/elite-class life, though she enjoys the benefit of high-class life herself. She resides in the United States now, while filming a remake of Phantom of the Opera.

Miscellaneous: Speaks fluent Chinese, French, English, and Spanish.

Accepterinoo!!

2. Delmore "Del" Markusen

Name: "Call me Del. That's D-E-L for you."

Age: "I'll always be 17, remember that."

Del is actually 30.

Gender: "Huh?"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"This is me and the love of my life, Betsy. Ain't she the cutest, friskiest, cuddliest girl you have ever seen in your life? Oh, I kid I kid, I just love my shotgun that's all. Yeah, I name my shotgun Betsy."

Ethnicity: "I'm black."

Caucasian.

Occupation: "Not many people know this, but I am a secret agent working for the government. During the Great War, I was sent way behind enemy lines to assassinate key head honchos who thought they could get away with beating good old Uncle Sam! But nobody messes with 'Murica and leave without facing some of the consequences. I did not carry a weapon, because I did not need a weapon. All I had was my fists, and I stormed into their place with nothing but my bare hands. 'Course, they were all heavily armed with machine guns, but they didn't leave a scratch on me 'cause all I had to do was slap their bullets aside. When I got close enough, all I had to do was punch them in the face and their heads would explode. And when everybody else saw this, they'd turn and run with their tails between their legs. Yes, I was an awesome secret agent. In fact, I was the BEST secret agent ever. You can look that up and see for yourself."

Del's lying, he's just a Corporal in the State Army.

Social Class: "Your typical middle-class asshole."

BLISS modification?: "Don't tell Guy about this, but yes I have BLISS modifications. Now shut up, ok?"

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?:

"Good god, I've got some. I primarily focus on evasion and defense, this was a popular combination during the Great War. Some people were trying to stay alive and this combo did that."

Teleportation (ZEAL)
Second Layer (FERVOR)
Snake Oil (FERVOR)

Equipment:

Spoiler

"Normally, I carry around my girl, Betsy. She's a Winchester Model 1897 Shotgun. Other than carrying a M1917 helmet and a trench knife, I've got no other weapons."

Personality:

"People call me rebellious, but I say that I'm just a free spirit. Everybody is so caught up on rules and regulations that they trip over their shoes obeying the man. Men are so robotic and mechanical nowadays, 'cause they got no backbone. I am a man with nothing to lose, I live the 'live fast die young' lifestyle. All my life I have always been eager to go on an adventure, I just wanted to see what I am capable of. But I keep pushing myself too much and this is seriously affecting my health. I use too much drugs, I do too much exercise, and by god I do too much of everything that I'm starting to get so weak. Maybe I should stop this, I've been in too many adventures and it's time to retire from my journeymaking for good."

Biography:

"I was born in a farm in Georgia. It was a small farm with a few livestock here and there. We were not close to any communities, and we might as well have been in the middle of nowhere. My family and I were alone, isolated from society, only encountering a group of strangers every once in a while. When I was a child, I would go greet these strangers and offer them some food in our kitchen. Sometimes, they were in a hurry and they didn't spend much time in our place. But sometimes, they had time to kill and so they spent a few days at most in our farm.

I would mercilessly question them about the outside world. I have always wondered what other people were like outside the farm. My family was the entire world to me, but I knew that sometime in the future I would have to deal with other people. The strangers would talk about their histories, their journeys, their experiences. They would talk about the frontier further west, they would talk about the growing cities all around America, and they would talk of great nations beyond the Atlantic Ocean. These great nations, they said, lived in a great continent called Europe, and that was the land of our forefathers who sailed all the way from Europe to the land we now call America.

Over the years while I was stuck in the farm, I had been wondering what this Europe land was like. I just had to see this Europe for myself and I knew that if I did not travel to Europe now in my youth, I would never get the chance to see it ever in my lifetime. When the Great War came rolling around, I took that opportunity and volunteered to join the American Expeditionary Force. Of course, I had to finish basic training... but I eventually got to going to Europe!

I went on traveling from town to town, going sightseeing around the place like a fucking tourist. Occasionally, we'd bump into the enemy but they were no match for American industrial superiority. We had lots of artillery to back us up and they had no chance to beat us. And no, my unit did not engage the enemy in trench warfare at all, we were the lucky ones that did not have to fight much. During the war, I was introduced to the ZEAL and FERVOR modifications and I got my BLISS modifications just in case.

I admit that I have used these mods to things that were not combat-related. That's... all I'll say for now. Anyway, after the war I decided to go back to the state of Georgia and into this city of Atlanta. Well, I've always wanted to see what the city was like. And to get a job I signed up as a soldier in the State Army."

Miscellaneous: A long-time ZEAL and FERVOR user. He is beginning to show symptoms of overuse of these drugs but he hides them from his platoon sergeant, Guy. Delmore keeps on teleporting out of the city against his will and he tries to avoid exercise because he feels weak doing it. He might quit the army since it puts too much strain on his body or he could become an instructor in ZEAL and FERVOR use since he knows the effects of its use.​

I bestow upon thou ultimate acceptance.

(Greenlight: It's done, Elephantom.)

1. GUY FOCKER

Name: "My name is Guy."

His full name is Guy Focker, but he hates being called by his last name. If you want to get on his nerves then try addressing him as "Mr. Focker" since that ought to tick him off. But if you REALLY want to piss him off, call him by his full name.​

Age: "27."

Gender: "Get your eyes checked, boy, or do I have to show you my balls?"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"Oh yeah, I'm happy to see you too."

We know, Guy.

Ethnicity: "I'm your standard white guy. No pun intended."

Occupation: "I'm part of the State Army, and I work as a platoon sergeant, commanding fifteen men."

Social Class: "Middle class."

BLISS modification?: "Drugs damage the soul, boy. Don't even think of using it."

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "Did you hear what I said, boy? Put that fucking thing away from my face."

Never even talk of BLISS, ZEAL, or FERVOR around Guy. He's got issues with it, and he won't give his own men these drugs while he's in charge.

Equipment:

Spoiler

"On patrols I usually use the Springfield Model 1903 rifle with the M1911 as my sidearm. I don't wear a helmet, just wear my Montana Peak. I've got a trench knife in my pocket just in case. Oh, and they don't issue grenades here since we're not at war. We're just here to keep the peace, not aggravate the locals."

Personality:

"Heh, I'd say I'm your average idiot, not too bright not too dumb either. Hmm, what else? Well, I could say that I love peace and quiet. I just want to spend the entire day doing nothing. I like to lay down on my back and daydream, what can I say? I may be a military man but I'm no war freak.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm forced to be someone who I'm not. Like, say how I fulfill my duties as a Sergeant. You got to show the tough side of yourself at all times so you can carry yourself around with respect. You can't control a bunch of juvies without asserting yourself as the adult authority 'round these parts.

In the past, I was kind of a teen rebel but now that I've got responsibilities I've gotten more... responsible, you get what I mean? Times change and people change. Atlanta's different now and people know I'm different...

So many people I knew are gone. My pals from my old gang, my family, some of my army buddies, all of them gone. I've lost so much already that I can't bear to see another person die. All of this weighs heavily on my conscience. I just can't seem to numb myself from my emotions like all the others. These feelings are so overwhelming that sometimes I feel like I have to break down and cry.

In the end, I'm just a man holding to what he has left after losing so much. And no matter how much I try to separate myself from my emotions, it just doesn't work. I've got a sensitive soul underneath, a real sensitive one, damn it. I can't help it sometimes."


Biography:

Warning: Wall of text. Read at your own risk and at the expense of your sanity.

Spoiler

"What? You want to hear the story of my life? Oh what the heck. Not many people go around asking about myself anyway. Maybe one day when I die you'll remember who I am and what I stood for. I was born here in Atlanta and I wish to live my entire life here until I die.

Atlanta is a place that holds many special memories for me. I remember as a child I was part of Grecko's Gang, we were a band of children that would play pranks around the entire city. We would write on walls, call people some mean names, throw rocks at the windows, splash a buckets of water on someone walking out the door, and generally cause mayhem.

We were notorious. By god, we were notorious. The wild kids would idolize us and I think some of them constructed stalker shrines of Grecko, our gang leader. However, some of those goody-two shoes kids absolutely hated us and would report us to our schoolteachers whenever those lil' bastards got the chance. Kids with our track record for chaos should have been expelled a long long time ago, but the adults figured that keeping us confined as long as possible in school would minimize the damage. They were right though. All of Grecko's gang was confined in school for 12 hours before they were released to wreak havoc on society.

And those teachers had clever ways to punish us for our tricks. They'd put a dunce cap on all our heads and make us sing the dunce song for starters. The teachers wouldn't beat the troublemakers, they aren't allowed to, but instead they force us to exercise until we wished they beat us senseless. Oh, God, and they would play classical music during class hours! Can you imagine listening to Beethoven for 12 hours every school day for years on end? Can you? The others didn't seem to mind, and... we kinda got used to it actually. We even liked it and those were one of the few things that the gang and the teachers both liked so... yeah.

The worst of the teachers was Mr. Sandhurst, everybody called him the Devil Incarnate. He was a thorn on everybody's side and he doled out punishments to every student in the classroom whether they deserved it or not. We decided to get rid of him once and for all by gagging him at night and burying him in his own grave. Well, in the end, he managed to get out. I don't know how he did it, but we heard he stormed outta town with this spooked look on his face and he vowed never to return to this city of madness.

Anyways, it was not just the teachers that were bad, there were children that picked on us too! They'd throw rocks at us, beat us senseless in the streets when we were alone, and set our houses on fire. You know, the typical evil children stuff. Oh, and they called us names too. Naturally, we fought back and burned their houses to the ground in retaliation. But then here comes the State Army of all people coming in with their blood pumped with drugs. We were mostly being chased around the entire city by teleporters and those bastards could also move objects with their minds! It was telekinesis, I think. It was fucking crazy.

We'd climb up the rooftops and those army boys would pop up there in a jiffy. We'd dash to a corner of a street only to find them there waiting for us. Sometimes, while we were running, they'd trip us up with sticks or throw stuff at us. The only way to stop them was to jump into a crowd or hide somewhere and pray they didn't see us. I still remember that there are a lot of spots in this city where you could hide in and go unnoticed all day.

We had a lot of enemies in this city, yeah, but we also had a lotta friends. You see, kids with our sense of talent always attracted the attention of the mafia and other criminal elements of the underworld. Don Rafael would pay us to spy on certain people and then pay us for our reports. We'd also do these really weird jobs such as driving a car outside the city to a specific area. We were instructed never to open the trunk and we obeyed.

Soon, we started doing even weirder jobs and we got big money getting it done. We would smash into someone's house and break stuff and intimidate the locals. We would paint walls red with the words "The Don is Watching" then we would leave in a huff after breaking more stuff. It just got... weirder from then now.

Slowly, our little world grew darker and darker every day. Before we even realized it, we were growing up to be criminals. Let's face it, we weren't good at school but we were awfully talented at stirring up trouble. We didn't realize that we were getting into serious business until we saw that the people that hated us started to fear us. They didn't want anything to do with us anymore, not even the soldiers and cops dared to touch us, though they did mock us occasionally.

Everything changed when our gang leader, Grecko, died in an explosion when someone planted a bomb in his house. We... needed new leadership in these dark times. Someone had to know how to get the job done, and everybody nominated me to be the next leader. I wasn't anything special, I was just one of the more levelheaded people in the group. Only Grecko could lead our group, he was a real inspiration to us all. Only he could bring together a wild bunch of kids to do things that were considered to be impossible. And now he's gone...

I believe that there will be another person like him ever again. He was truly a great man, greater than all of us put together. We decided to work full time as muscle for Don Rafael and boy must I tell you he kept us busy. The mafia had put us on guard duty and we were sometimes called to get into firefights with their competitors. There was no end of it, I swear, we had to fight the cops, the military, the pinks, the punks, the government, the lows, the highs, the elites and more. Shit, once the entire city of Atlanta was against the mafia and we had to go into hiding.

Then I became 18 and the Great War started. Every able-bodied man was coaxed to join the military, even punks like me were forced to fight. God, it was so over the top. Recruiters were not only armed with machine guns but they also came in with tanks! Tanks! I mean, that's technically illegal, right?Fuck, we had no choice but to go with 'em or be smashed into a million pieces.

So from then on, I came from young delinquent to mafia muscle and now I'm a soldier? You could tell I'm going places, man. Like literally. Anyway, in light of my record as a career criminal, I was sent to a penal battalion that regularly went on suicide missions. Yeah, wanna know why its called a suicide mission? Well, in one operation alone, we lost 90% of our men trying to assault a fortified position on a hill with little equipment.

Sometimes, they'd send our battalion to the front lines to clear any minefields that might be there. We'd go head to head with tanks with no anti-tank guns and we would confront enemy infantry companies with only a couple of machine guns. Ah, those days sucked. I met a few buddies there that were actually pretty good soldiers and without 'em I would have been blown to pieces. I really owe my life to 'em.

Anyways, long story short, I managed to get out of the penal battalion by killing a lot of 'em Jerries and becoming a war hero. I was transferred to a regular unit this time since I have "redeemed" myself or something like that.

I'm getting tired explaining everything. Sorry if I leave a little important detail or two out. If you want to know me you gotta talk with me a lot, like a lot. Ok? Right now, I'm busy, after the war I've come back to the city and signed up for the garrison in Atlanta. Let's talk later if you want to know more. Well, what do you know? It's been an hour already. I've got to get back to the garrison. See you later."

Miscellaneous:

Sergeant Guy commands a platoon of 15 men. Here are all their names.

Spoiler: Platoon

1. Sergeant Guy Focker

2. Corporal Delmore "Del" Markusen

3. Private Frederick Findlay

4. Private James Cooper

6. Private Charles Garth

7. Private Samson Cruikshank

8. Private Christopher Parkman

9. Private Jean Walker

10. Private Kurt Vizenor

11. Private William Warton

12. Private Thomas Toland

13. Private Peter Ingelow

14. Private Louis Erdrich

15. Private Bob Eastman

​

Oh, and you too, Focker.

 

[Historical Storyteller]

3. Frederick "Fred" Flintstone

Name: "I am Frederick Flintstone, sir!"

Age: "I am 18 years of age, sir!"

Gender: "Male, sir!"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"This is the only picture I could find with me in uniform, sir!"

Ethnicity: "I am Caucasian, sir!"

Occupation: "I am a Private in the State Army, sir!"

Social Class: "I belong to the middle class, sir!"

BLISS modification?: "I have received no BLISS modifications, sir!"

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "I have no ZEAL or FERVOR modifications, sir!"

Equipment:

Spoiler

"I am equipped with the normal Springfield Model 1903 rifle, M1917 helmet, and trench knife, sir!"

Personality:

Warning: Wall of text again.

Spoiler

"Sir, if I am to describe myself in one word, I would say that I am a fanatic. I am brutally honest in my self-assessment, sir. I am truly devoted to the America, and I truly believe that it is great and it is destined for something even greater. I would say that the evidence is everywhere, our factories churn out countless machines daily and our people are proud and strong.

Our peoples have traveled far across the oceans to reach a promised land where they will be free from persecution and where they will get a new fresh start in the New World. At first, the task was immensely difficult, the process of colonization was brutal. But we persevered in spite of these hardships and now we, their children, enjoy the fruits of their labor.

But now that our people are rich, we ought to enrich the world. Now that our people are strong, we should make other people strong. We should not confine ourselves just to the New World but we should spread throughout the entire world. We should not be complacent when we should be ambitious. We Americans are stronger than we think we are. We can do anything as long as we set our minds to it.

The world is suffering today and will continue to suffer if we do not do anything about it. There are so many evils that plague mankind, and we should not wait for it to grow worse. We should destroy these evils before it is too late. We should destroy evil now. What evil you might ask?

The evil of dictators, of kings and monarchs who believe that a nation can be represented without the will of the people. The evil of pagans and heretics, people who dedicate their lives to combating the will of God. The evil of shortages, many people die today because they do not have food to eat or they cannot live their lives of the fullest because they lack the basic necessities to live decently.

I could go on. There is just so much evil here, but for purposes of simplification I shall leave it at that for now. So now, America has to fight against dictators, pagans and heretics, and shortages. If we want to transform the world into a better place, not just for Americans but for all the peoples of the world, we Americans should be prepared to dedicate our entire lives to serving the Collective.

We carry the entire world on our shoulders, and it is a heavy responsibility that can crush our soul. But we continue to shoulder this burden because we can see that the world is a better place because of our efforts. We are not just strong, we are strong for others. I hope that others can see the price we pay so that they may understand the battles we fight. If not, then all our efforts, all our hopes and dreams, everything, will be in vain."

Biography:

Spoiler

"Sir, I was born in a family of 12 children under the patriarchy of Sergeant John Flintstone who fought during the Great War. My grandfather, Major Tom Flintstone fought during the Spanish-American war all the way to the annexation of the Philippine Islands. And before that my great grandfather Corporal Louis Flintstone fought for the Confederates during the Civil War. Sir, the Flintstone family has a strong military tradition dating back from the Civil War to the present.

Sir, we strongly believe in the Manifest Destiny, that it is the duty of the American people to bring peace and prosperity to all nations and peoples within the Americas whatever the cost to us or them. We are a strong Christian people who are destined to bring salvation to every man, woman, and child on Earth. We are the greatest nation to ever exist on Earth, no other nation can match the superiority of our technology and our industrial might.

With the American-Anglo alliance of the Collective, we will achieve world peace for the sake of mankind. International shipping will be safeguarded by the combined might of the American and British navies. The best civilizations of the Old World and the New World will provide security for all peoples of all nations of all identities and of all cultures.

In this world, no man will be left behind, ever. In this world, we will build a utopia that will last forever. In this world, nobody will fight for pointless wars anymore, they will fight for peace. In this world, no man shall be ignorant of the Gospel and shall have the chance to save his soul from the fires of hell. In this world, every man will not only have freedom but he shall also have security. In this world, every man's rights will be protected and his rights will not be denied to him.

In this world, everything will be so great that we can call this world a heaven on Earth. There will be no sadness or any shedding of tears, there will only be happiness."

...

"Forgive me, sir, I got too ahead of myself. I have not give a complete explanation of my origins yet. I shall make it short for we are running out of time. I come from the Flintstone family, a family with a long history with the military as far back as the Civil War. I am the 10th child of 12 children. All of my brothers and sisters are working in the military or planning to work there one way or another. They are obligated to serve their country to the best of their ability."

I could not wait to enlist in the army when I got the chance. I could have enrolled in the military academy, but I wanted to see the plight of the common soldier before I could become a commissioned officer. I wanted to understand what drives the common man to fight for his country. I wanted to see how men truly lived. That is why I came to the army, and soon as I grow older and rise up the ranks I shall carry the knowledge of these experiences to guide my decisions."

Miscellaneous: His family is 100% military. All his brothers and sisters work in the military. All of them. Oh, and he keeps saying ma'am or sir to everybody regardless of age. It's a result of his strict upbringing and he can't help it.​

 

[Historical Storyteller]

4. James "Coop" Cooper

Name: "Ah, I'm Coop by the way."

Age: "23, why?"

That's not his real age by the way.

Gender: "I'm a boy. What did you think I was?"

Appearance:

"Hey, uh... I have no pictures of myself so I'll describe how I look like, okay?


Ethnicity: "Oh, I'm white. I'm not one of those mixed race types, pal."

Occupation: "I work for the State Army as a Private."

Social Class: "I'm part of the middle class, but I still think we're overglorified slaves of the rich. How I wish I was an Elite, so I could order people around."

BLISS modification?: "Nada, they only issued those BLISS mods during the Great War. They're quiet expensive so they're not handed out today."

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "Eh, Sarge won't hand us any of these. Tough luck for us. I wanted to see what I could do with them."

Personality:

Biography:

"You... wanna hear about my history? Uh, no thanks, pal."

*Coop runs away* Click SPOILER to chase him.

Spoiler

"I said I don't wanna tell you!" Click SPOILER to chase him.

Spoiler

"A-are you deaf?" Click SPOILER to chase him.

Spoiler

*Coop stops a car in the middle of the street. He walks to the driver, opens the door and throws him out GTA-style*

"Can't catch me now, suckah!" Click SPOILER to get a car.

Spoiler

*You stop a car in the middle of a street the same way Coop did and you throw the driver down to the pavement like he did.*

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

*Coop drives away* Click SPOILER to start driving.

Spoiler

*Coop takes a pistol and starts firing at you* Click SPOILER to fire back

Spoiler

*One of your bullets hits one of the tires and Coop crashes into a building*

"Ugh..." Click SPOILER to drag Coop out of the car.

Spoiler

*You grab Coop by the collar and throw him out on the street."

"What did I do to deserve this?"

*Coop reaches for his pistol* Click SPOILER to kick it away.

Spoiler

"Goddamn it." Click SPOILER to point your gun at him.

Spoiler

"Ok, ok, ok, I give up! I'll tell you who I really am. I am not James Cooper. My real name is James Copper, draft dodger. I only came to the military because I needed a job, man. I couldn't find work anywhere else. The job market doesn't exactly look favorably on a man without any educational background. That's my story, now will you let me go?" Click SPOILER to shake your head.

Spoiler

"What? You're going to kill me now?" Click SPOILER to nod your head.

Spoiler

"No, please! I'll... do anything, I'll even give you my money. Is that good enough?" Click SPOILER to say "No."

Spoiler

"Okay, fine, you can keep my baseball cards. Deal?" Click SPOILER to accept.

Spoiler

"Ok, ok..." *Coop hands you the baseball cards and walks away*

Miscellaneous: "Nothing, nothing to hide here..."

Maybe I should add Sergeant Gustav from my other roleplay.... He'll be part of the Germans who traveled to America.

https://www.rpnation.com/topic/276681-sergeant-gustav-gus-achterberg/
​

 

[Historical Storyteller]

Gustav "Gus" Achterberg

-Based on the Gulag book.
-He is a German-American that was stuck in Germany during the war. He fought on the German's side. He came back to the United States after he defected and the war was over.
-He struggles with his German and American identities.
-He has more war experience than Sergeant Guy Focker.
-He has tried to avoid combat but combat keeps on finding him. And he is forced to fight against overwhelming odds, this is even worse than Guy's predicaments.
-He does not serve in the army anymore, instead he works as an office worker.

 

[Elephantom]

3. Frederick "Fred" Findlay

Name: "I am Frederick Findlay, sir!"

Age: "I am 18 years of age, sir!"

Gender: "Male, sir!"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"This is the only picture I could find with me in uniform, sir!"

Ethnicity: "I am Caucasian, sir!"

Occupation: "I am a Private in the State Army, sir!"

Social Class: "I belong to the middle class, sir!"

BLISS modification?: "I have received no BLISS modifications, sir!"

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "I have no ZEAL or FERVOR modifications, sir!"

Equipment:

Spoiler

"I am equipped with the normal Springfield Model 1903 rifle, M1917 helmet, and trench knife, sir!"

Personality:

Warning: Wall of text again.

Spoiler

"Sir, if I am to describe myself in one word, I would say that I am a fanatic. I am brutally honest in my self-assessment, sir. I am truly devoted to the America, and I truly believe that it is great and it is destined for something even greater. I would say that the evidence is everywhere, our factories churn out countless machines daily and our people are proud and strong.

Our peoples have traveled far across the oceans to reach a promised land where they will be free from persecution and where they will get a new fresh start in the New World. At first, the task was immensely difficult, the process of colonization was brutal. But we persevered in spite of these hardships and now we, their children, enjoy the fruits of their labor.

But now that our people are rich, we ought to enrich the world. Now that our people are strong, we should make other people strong. We should not confine ourselves just to the New World but we should spread throughout the entire world. We should not be complacent when we should be ambitious. We Americans are stronger than we think we are. We can do anything as long as we set our minds to it.

The world is suffering today and will continue to suffer if we do not do anything about it. There are so many evils that plague mankind, and we should not wait for it to grow worse. We should destroy these evils before it is too late. We should destroy evil now. What evil you might ask?

The evil of dictators, of kings and monarchs who believe that a nation can be represented without the will of the people. The evil of pagans and heretics, people who dedicate their lives to combating the will of God. The evil of shortages, many people die today because they do not have food to eat or they cannot live their lives of the fullest because they lack the basic necessities to live decently.

I could go on. There is just so much evil here, but for purposes of simplification I shall leave it at that for now. So now, America has to fight against dictators, pagans and heretics, and shortages. If we want to transform the world into a better place, not just for Americans but for all the peoples of the world, we Americans should be prepared to dedicate our entire lives to serving the Collective.

We carry the entire world on our shoulders, and it is a heavy responsibility that can crush our soul. But we continue to shoulder this burden because we can see that the world is a better place because of our efforts. We are not just strong, we are strong for others. I hope that others can see the price we pay so that they may understand the battles we fight. If not, then all our efforts, all our hopes and dreams, everything, will be in vain."

Biography:

Spoiler

"Sir, I was born in a family of 12 children under the patriarchy of Sergeant John Findlay who fought during the Great War. My grandfather, Major Tom Findlay fought during the Spanish-American war all the way to the annexation of the Philippine Islands. And before that my great grandfather Corporal Louis Findlay fought for the Confederates during the Civil War. Sir, the Findlay family has a strong military tradition dating back from the Civil War to the present.

Sir, we strongly believe in the Manifest Destiny, that it is the duty of the American people to bring peace and prosperity to all nations and peoples within the Americas whatever the cost to us or them. We are a strong Christian people who are destined to bring salvation to every man, woman, and child on Earth. We are the greatest nation to ever exist on Earth, no other nation can match the superiority of our technology and our industrial might.

With the American-Anglo alliance of the Collective, we will achieve world peace for the sake of mankind. International shipping will be safeguarded by the combined might of the American and British navies. The best civilizations of the Old World and the New World will provide security for all peoples of all nations of all identities and of all cultures.

In this world, no man will be left behind, ever. In this world, we will build a utopia that will last forever. In this world, nobody will fight for pointless wars anymore, they will fight for peace. In this world, no man shall be ignorant of the Gospel and shall have the chance to save his soul from the fires of hell. In this world, every man will not only have freedom but he shall also have security. In this world, every man's rights will be protected and his rights will not be denied to him.

In this world, everything will be so great that we can call this world a heaven on Earth. There will be no sadness or any shedding of tears, there will only be happiness."

...

"Forgive me, sir, I got too ahead of myself. I have not give a complete explanation of my origins yet. I shall make it short for we are running out of time. I come from the Findlay family, a family with a long history with the military as far back as the Civil War. I am the 10th child of 12 children. All of my brothers and sisters are working in the military or planning to work there one way or another. They are obligated to serve their country to the best of their ability."

I could not wait to enlist in the army when I got the chance. I could have enrolled in the military academy, but I wanted to see the plight of the common soldier before I could become a commissioned officer. I wanted to understand what drives the common man to fight for his country. I wanted to see how men truly lived. That is why I came to the army, and soon as I grow older and rise up the ranks I shall carry the knowledge of these experiences to guide my decisions."

Miscellaneous: His family is 100% military. All his brothers and sisters work in the military. All of them. Oh, and he keeps saying ma'am or sir to everybody regardless of age. It's a result of his strict upbringing and he can't help it.​

3. Frederick "Fred" Findlay

Name: "I am Frederick Findlay, sir!"

Age: "I am 18 years of age, sir!"

Gender: "Male, sir!"

Appearance:

Spoiler

"This is the only picture I could find with me in uniform, sir!"

Ethnicity: "I am Caucasian, sir!"

Occupation: "I am a Private in the State Army, sir!"

Social Class: "I belong to the middle class, sir!"

BLISS modification?: "I have received no BLISS modifications, sir!"

ZEAL/FERVOR modification(s)?: "I have no ZEAL or FERVOR modifications, sir!"

Equipment:

Spoiler

"I am equipped with the normal Springfield Model 1903 rifle, M1917 helmet, and trench knife, sir!"

Personality:

Warning: Wall of text again.

Spoiler

"Sir, if I am to describe myself in one word, I would say that I am a fanatic. I am brutally honest in my self-assessment, sir. I am truly devoted to the America, and I truly believe that it is great and it is destined for something even greater. I would say that the evidence is everywhere, our factories churn out countless machines daily and our people are proud and strong.

Our peoples have traveled far across the oceans to reach a promised land where they will be free from persecution and where they will get a new fresh start in the New World. At first, the task was immensely difficult, the process of colonization was brutal. But we persevered in spite of these hardships and now we, their children, enjoy the fruits of their labor.

But now that our people are rich, we ought to enrich the world. Now that our people are strong, we should make other people strong. We should not confine ourselves just to the New World but we should spread throughout the entire world. We should not be complacent when we should be ambitious. We Americans are stronger than we think we are. We can do anything as long as we set our minds to it.

The world is suffering today and will continue to suffer if we do not do anything about it. There are so many evils that plague mankind, and we should not wait for it to grow worse. We should destroy these evils before it is too late. We should destroy evil now. What evil you might ask?

The evil of dictators, of kings and monarchs who believe that a nation can be represented without the will of the people. The evil of pagans and heretics, people who dedicate their lives to combating the will of God. The evil of shortages, many people die today because they do not have food to eat or they cannot live their lives of the fullest because they lack the basic necessities to live decently.

I could go on. There is just so much evil here, but for purposes of simplification I shall leave it at that for now. So now, America has to fight against dictators, pagans and heretics, and shortages. If we want to transform the world into a better place, not just for Americans but for all the peoples of the world, we Americans should be prepared to dedicate our entire lives to serving the Collective.

We carry the entire world on our shoulders, and it is a heavy responsibility that can crush our soul. But we continue to shoulder this burden because we can see that the world is a better place because of our efforts. We are not just strong, we are strong for others. I hope that others can see the price we pay so that they may understand the battles we fight. If not, then all our efforts, all our hopes and dreams, everything, will be in vain."

Biography:

Spoiler

"Sir, I was born in a family of 12 children under the patriarchy of Sergeant John Findlay who fought during the Great War. My grandfather, Major Tom Findlay fought during the Spanish-American war all the way to the annexation of the Philippine Islands. And before that my great grandfather Corporal Louis Findlay fought for the Confederates during the Civil War. Sir, the Findlay family has a strong military tradition dating back from the Civil War to the present.

Sir, we strongly believe in the Manifest Destiny, that it is the duty of the American people to bring peace and prosperity to all nations and peoples within the Americas whatever the cost to us or them. We are a strong Christian people who are destined to bring salvation to every man, woman, and child on Earth. We are the greatest nation to ever exist on Earth, no other nation can match the superiority of our technology and our industrial might.

With the American-Anglo alliance of the Collective, we will achieve world peace for the sake of mankind. International shipping will be safeguarded by the combined might of the American and British navies. The best civilizations of the Old World and the New World will provide security for all peoples of all nations of all identities and of all cultures.

In this world, no man will be left behind, ever. In this world, we will build a utopia that will last forever. In this world, nobody will fight for pointless wars anymore, they will fight for peace. In this world, no man shall be ignorant of the Gospel and shall have the chance to save his soul from the fires of hell. In this world, every man will not only have freedom but he shall also have security. In this world, every man's rights will be protected and his rights will not be denied to him.

In this world, everything will be so great that we can call this world a heaven on Earth. There will be no sadness or any shedding of tears, there will only be happiness."

...

"Forgive me, sir, I got too ahead of myself. I have not give a complete explanation of my origins yet. I shall make it short for we are running out of time. I come from the Findlay family, a family with a long history with the military as far back as the Civil War. I am the 10th child of 12 children. All of my brothers and sisters are working in the military or planning to work there one way or another. They are obligated to serve their country to the best of their ability."

I could not wait to enlist in the army when I got the chance. I could have enrolled in the military academy, but I wanted to see the plight of the common soldier before I could become a commissioned officer. I wanted to understand what drives the common man to fight for his country. I wanted to see how men truly lived. That is why I came to the army, and soon as I grow older and rise up the ranks I shall carry the knowledge of these experiences to guide my decisions."

Miscellaneous: His family is 100% military. All his brothers and sisters work in the military. All of them. Oh, and he keeps saying ma'am or sir to everybody regardless of age. It's a result of his strict upbringing and he can't help it.​

ACCEPTED!

 

[CupAndCough]

D a v i d - K i l g r a v e
S e l f---M a d e​

B A S I C​

Name

David Kilgrave
[Publically Known As Mr. J.T. Sterling]​

Age

36​

Gender / Sex

Male​

Height / Weight

6'1 / 140 pounds​

Social Status

Elite​

Ethnicity

White (Origin: Unknown)​

Occupation:

Eccentric and Power Business: Sterling
Shadowy Crime Lord: David Kilgrave​

A d v a n c e d ​

Personality:
---- David Kilgrave is known as the "eccentric" businessman, Jonah Tiller Sterling, but this is but an alias. Beyond his cool and crisp relaxing persona, he is a man heavy tied to his ambition and his beliefs. With a drop of megalomania to his actions, he goes about in the world like a overpowering charismatic force of will, ambition, and pure American grit.

---- David is not one to think of the lesser man or another other man for that matter, as he is simply involved too much within his own ego. Willing to destroy lives and people to attain that small measure of satisfaction from efforts he made. David is keenly aware of this simple fact that he sees himself as numero uno within his own little world. Knowing that he's such a megalomaniac, he has become a master of human communication, discussion, and charisma--allowing him to create this cult-of-personality that is bolstered by menial works of philanthropy and "goodwill" he maintains in places like Chicago, Detroit, Boston, New York City, and Atlanta.

---- David thinks very little of the social orders of the world, believing himself to be above or outside of classism and human plight due to his "Self-Made" status. He does not pity in honesty, He does not care in honesty, and he will not show mercy in honesty. David is above no moral guidance to achieve an action. He will use anything in his power to get what he wants: Power and Control.

---- David dealing a lot within his life respects, if that is possible, another self-made person. Willing to hear one out most of the time--but to the super-keen people of the world, they can truly see what lies beyond the mask of David Kilgrave.

---- His eccentricism comes in the form of finding new ways to manipulate others or to create a greater sway with his cult-of-personality and his near limitless funds. This leads him to finding new ventures and new prospects that would turn a wise man wary and a young man into a coward. Funding in the Automatons of his own with the "Sterling Industries" subsidiaries that he puppeteers from the shadows, funding in the massively successful colonization industry, and even shadow ties to creating and research concerning Tenebrosia. David is willing to stick every finger he has into the world, knowing that it would easily create a stronger grasp over the world.


---- To those who adhere to rumor and speculation, David is also involved with numerous gangs and criminal activities that somehow often get looked away. Bliss Rings, Thefts, Corporate Espionage, Murder, Prostitution, and the occasional heist. You wouldn't be exactly wrong on David's two tone persona--that's why his business partners know him as J.T. Sterling and not David Kilgrave. He knows that to handle a world properly you must not expect all of it in an iron claw, but a sleight-of-hand that keeps the illusion of independence. From the darkest corners of the alleyways, to the ritzy little shin-dings of the upper crust, to the man in Washington calling the shots--David Kilgrave desires to be everywhere and to be seen nowhere. Perhaps this is why he created the illusion of J.T. Sterling, to create a man in an Echelon that is so strong in the minds of men, but never actually existed--a walking, breathing, illusion.

Biography:

---- David's early history as a child through teenager years is as elusive as it is un-noteworthy among the thousands of parentless children before, after, and during his youth. His youth was not always like this. Born to a whore mother from some German town he barely remembers the name from, she sailed across the ocean among many others seeking a better life. They had arrived in America--upon the shores of Boston Harbor--where she later

 

[Historical Storyteller]

About time we had an Elite character!

 

[CupAndCough]

I may have to drop this roleplay due to different ventures, I am sorry.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

I may have to drop this roleplay due to different ventures, I am sorry.

Fare thee well, good sir. And good luck! *Pushes down plunger and a building explodes.*

I'll keep myself busy.

 

[Historical Storyteller]

I may have to drop this roleplay due to different ventures, I am sorry.

Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, don't leave us, Cuppy! We love youuuuuu.

Though seriously, your post is good so I was really excited to have you around here. But if you can find a good time elsewhere we won't be holding you back. If you ever change your mind and come back here we'll still readily accept you.

Fare thee well, good sir. And good luck! *Pushes down plunger and a building explodes.*

I'll keep myself busy.

Meanwhile, I'll just have to find a damn way to make my third post. It looks like I've got a full-blown writer's block in my hands. Sometimes, I really try to write for 3 hours with little to no success. Sometimes, I'm interrupted in the middle of my writing and I have to go do something else. Sometimes, I just can't write at all!

I really am struggling to write here.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, don't leave us, Cuppy! We love youuuuuu.

Though seriously, your post is good so I was really excited to have you around here. But if you can find a good time elsewhere we won't be holding you back. If you ever change your mind and come back here we'll still readily accept you.



Meanwhile, I'll just have to find a damn way to make my third post. It looks like I've got a full-blown writer's block in my hands. Sometimes, I really try to write for 3 hours with little to no success. Sometimes, I'm interrupted in the middle of my writing and I have to go do something else. Sometimes, I just can't write at all!

I really am struggling to write here.

Join the club.

 

[Historical Storyteller]

Join the club.

Just yesterday I wanted to go straight home after school and work on my post. Suddenly, I've got this activity to do and I've got to stay in school!

Then I become tired and I decide to watch an educational video about the history of Russia and I mostly spend my time listening to music. Afterwards, I hit the sack and sleep to my heart's content.

Now, I have to go to school early so I won't be late as usual. I really really can't be late on this one! There's a speaker that seems like a VIP that wants to give our class a chance to talk to us.