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| 05 Oct 2015 03:48 PM |
Faction Sheet:
Name: Gorsk Partisan Army
Flag/Insignia: A green flag with a yellow line running through it diagonally.
Goals/Motives: Ticking the Yaleshire Union off, to sum it up. We plan on bringing back the Gora Republic once and for all.
Group Description: We commit terrorist acts against the Union. Bombing government establishments, killing police and military, you name it, as long as it helps get rid of their presence in the area.
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Character Sheet, Starien
Name: Sarah Valencia
Alias: Hecate
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Power Plant Worker
Physical Appearance: http://prntscr.com /8ntpmy, Height 5’9
Background: - When the union took over, Sarah was three years of age. She had no problems with the Union until her parents were executed in the public square on false charges because poor beggar had accused them of being resistance fighters for a few coins. She watched her parents be brutally executed. She then grew a kindling hatred for the union. She begged for years until she was of age to work. Sarah once she was of age, began working in waste disposal, until she worked her way up to working at a power plant.
Other:
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Character Sheet, 30mm
Name: Henry Falterman
Alias: None.
Age: 27
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Construction worker, full-time.
Physical Appearance: Roughly six feet tall, Henry has a curly black beard going under his chin and on his sides, along with a little bridge over his lips to form a mustache. He is bald, and has a very light tan in warm seasons. Henry has rough skin and worker’s hands, along with intimidating muscles from several years of forced labor. He wears circular bifocals to aide his poor vision, though I can’t be too sure if that counts as clothing or not, and a crack on his right thumbnail, which has accumulated a bunch of dirt over the years.
Background: Born back in the days of the Gora Republic, he gained a fondness of them in his early years, right before the occupation. When the Union stormed in, they had killed his father in the shelling and left him with only his mother and sister. At age fifteen, Henry had been falsely accused of vandalism, and served three years of labor and community service, at which point he decided to participate in the revolution by doing whatever he could possibly to do screw around with the government.
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/TP37gQR.png -- Streetmap for reference, buildings are not to scale nor do they actually represent the buildings as they are. The red building along the secondary road with the poorly drawn star on it is your fort.
/hfg0jRk.png -- Rameshire industry.
/yaphzSB.png -- Rameshire residential area.
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You find yourselves in the building assigned to your group of the GPA, which itself is in the industry of a medium-sized city known by the people as Little Xavier and by the Union as Rameshire. Said building is three stories in height, the top floor missing a roof and two of four walls. On either side of your base are several much taller, gray, concrete shells of buildings covered in graffiti with clotheslines hanging over the wide, bustling Secondary Road ahead of you.
The front door leads to a hallway, where you can go to either the stairwell, a locker room, or the table area. The stairwell leads up, of course, and the table area has a large, adobe, table, some bookshelves, and a door leading to a reinforced box of a storage room which was probably used for bootlegging radioactive stuff a good while back, but you currently use as an armory.
On the second floor are three rooms, two are bedrooms, the other a hallway where you can access the third floor, which is usually covered in a rusted plate of metal to keep the rainfall out. The bedrooms have two bunks each, along with some more shelves and broken televisions.
The four guys who live in this wreck are currently eating down in the table area.
[ SARAH ]
You are in the right bedroom, on your bed. As the highest ranking official of the local group, you can eat when you please, and you appear to have taken advantage of that a bit earlier. Out the window, which, does not have glass, you can see a long convoy of oil tankers being escorted by two jeeps with mounted machine guns and what looks like an APC, which is most likely heading to the NDS airfield just North of the city for some super-secret project. Several people in ragged clothes stare as the gunners swipe them with the muzzles of the turrets.
[ HENRY ]
You are sitting up on the roof with Vasily, one of your men, who should be eating right now, but decided he'd rather have a smoke than chow down any more year-old canned meat. It's silent, for now, as you watch the sun set over the smokestacks and the guarded NDS convoy pass under you. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 03:52 PM |
HENRY
"Y'know, Vas, isn't it sorta funny how they're passing a rebel base and don't even notice with all a' their fancy-schmancy metal detectors 'n scat?" I say, trying to start a conversation with him. What does this guy look like, anyway? And, more importantly, what's he smokin', 'cause I'd like some for myself if he could share. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 03:57 PM |
[HENRY]
"Aye, but we shouldn't press our luck and talk about it right in the open," he says, pausing to inhale a mouthful of his hookah, then blow out a large, gray cloud. Vasily is a relatively short guy, merely five feet and six inches tall, with a clean shaven face and a very short haircut. He wears the same, brown, Gorsk cavalry coat from before the occupation every day, it seems, and he has a pair of jeans on. "It'd be great if we could get 'em the hell outta this city, y'know- once and for all is what I mean." |
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| 05 Oct 2015 04:02 PM |
HENRY
Hmph, a hookah.
"Yeah, but it'll happen some day. That's what we're working for, isn't it?" I tell him, trying to rally him up in case we actually do have to engage in a street war with the Union at some point.
If he isn't smoking right now, I grab the hookah and inhale a large gulp of it, then slowly exhale it over the ledge. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 04:05 PM |
[SARAH]
I get up off my bed and take a look around the room, I see-
If the world hate you, you know it has hated me before it hated you. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 04:13 PM |
[HENRY]
His face darkens, and he doesn't add a comment, blowing out some excess smoke. You can see that a CPF officer with a baton is beating someone on the street, for some undefined reason. The person he's beating is making a wail louder than the diesel engines, which echoes through the eerily silent city.
[SARAH]
There's a bunk on either side of the room, if the door was the center, and a small window facing the road opposite of you, as you sit on the bunk. There is an empty showcase cabinet on the wall opposite of the door, and a multicolored but faded rug on the floor, with a small coffee table with a few papers scattered on it. The drawers on the coffee table are open, and one shows the Buren Pistol that one of your guys forgot as they went to eat. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 06:41 PM |
[SARAH]
I sift through the papers, absentmindedly reading the headlines and skimming over them. Nothing specifically catches my interest, just the usual reports and request for guns and ammunition. Soon I grow tired of words and I haphazardly make my bed. Once the mundane task is complete I head for the door, as a I reach for the handle I realize. My hair is a mess. I abandon the quest for the outside and search around my room for a comb.
If the world hate you, you know it has hated me before it hated you. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 06:43 PM |
[SARAH]
Those papers might not have been newspapers, on second thought. Whatever.
There's a comb on the table. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 06:52 PM |
[SARAH]
I grab the comb and start combing through my hair, trying to tame the wild brown locks. I grab the papers and sit criss-cross on the bed, setting them down. I read the papers while combing through my hair hoping that at the end of this combing session it may look presentable.
If the world hate you, you know it has hated me before it hated you. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 07:49 PM |
[SARAH]
"Weekly Report, 6/12/96
George has been caught in a certain scandal regarding explosives and military celebration parades. No messages can be sent for the next few weeks. For more info meet me at the northbound subway tunnel."
It's a handwritten note, most likely from your smuggler. All of the words are written in different styles of writing to make it harder to trace, and it isn't marked with any codename or alias, as usual. The Northbound tunnel, though, is actually the West tunnel, as you and him discussed in person about a year ago. and it sits just under the main road, and hasn't been in use for two decades or more. |
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| 05 Oct 2015 07:51 PM |
HENRY
I wait a few seconds, then head down to the mess hall to see the other boys. |
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| 06 Oct 2015 04:11 PM |
[SARAH]
I sigh, and lay down fully on top of the bed, creasing a decent amount of papers in my way. Laying there I wonder if I try hard enough can if I can just cease living. I close my eyes and try to remember the faces of my parents, to no avail. Soon the land of the living reclaims me and forces me to rise off the bed and head for the door. I open it and start walking towards the mess hall where I hear the most voices.
If the world hate you, you know it has hated me before it hated you. |
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| 06 Oct 2015 04:12 PM |
[WHALE]
EOUUGUUGUDUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! oh and im hungry |
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| 06 Oct 2015 04:17 PM |
[ALL]
You see Mark, James, and Charles eating the usual canned food and paying no attention to you whatsoever. There's a Buren pistol lying on the table.
"You hear about the news?" Charles asks, finishing his portion. |
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| 08 Oct 2015 04:50 PM |
[SARAH]
I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves from the letter. I think briskly walk over to Charles and ask "What news?"
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| 08 Oct 2015 04:51 PM |
[SARAH]
"George got caught or something, he told us in his report," he says. |
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| 08 Oct 2015 04:53 PM |
[HENRY]
"Hmph, he did, now," I respond, wondering which of the million reasons he might have gotten busted for is the one he did in fact get busted for. "Might I ask why?"
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| 08 Oct 2015 04:55 PM |
[SARAH]
"Yeah I saw that, what is the likelihood that he might rat?" I ask with a frustrated look on my face.
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| 08 Oct 2015 05:04 PM |
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"Some bombing scandal, dunno, he wants to discuss it in person in a bit, and I doubt it." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 05:51 PM |
[HENRY]
"Then shall we go discuss it with him? It's at the tunnel, right?" I ask them, turning about 15 degrees in the direction of the armory. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:24 PM |
[SARAH]
"That probably the best course of action, but is it wise to go armed or in a large group?" I ask with a even more frustrated look on my face.
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:25 PM |
[HENRY]
"Just three of us seems good enough, though, we'll have to get some gear when we go there, who knows what's gonna go down on the way." |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:27 PM |
[ALL]
"I'll head up with you two, if you want," James says, James being the usual backup/defense kind of person when you do any field operations. He gets up, as his food is long finished, and opens the door to the armory, stepping in and leaving it ajar. |
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:30 PM |
[Sarah]
"Well that's the queue." I say, as I get up and follow James into the armory. "This doesn't seem like it is going to be a peaceful day" I think to myself as I push the door open with my shoulder, walking into the armory and taking in the scenery.
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| 09 Oct 2015 08:38 PM |
[ALL]
The armory contains ten pistols, being four Buren Semiautomatic Pistols, two Civil Service Pistols, a Gorsk Hammerless Pistol, a Virdech Thunderbolt, and two Model 134s, all with spare ammunition. On the shelf above the pistols is a double barreled shotgun with the barrels cut down to 10 inches accompanied by a full-sized Kaller Shotgun in case of severe emergency. |
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