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| 21 Jan 2013 09:05 PM |
You wake up on the ground.. you feel mild pain creeping all throughout your body. Wincing, you lift your head to look around. The cottage that you once lived in is now burnt to the ground.. the unthinkable had obviously happened.. the Germans had made it too far inland of France. From your observation you notice a Luger beside you in the grass, the clip halfway slid in. You guess that some German soldier had dropped it on your march.
The steady stamp of boots is near. You hear a cheery whistle, obviously belonging to the same person, growing closer and closer. Some murmurs of German is heard and the boots now in your direction.
Act quick..
(Describe your character in the first post. This thread will be based on the remaining French citizens that hadn't been killed by the Blitzkrieg.
I'm not sure if I'll make it a first come first serve, multiple characters where you can meet, separate threads, or where it's one of those ISRPs where more then one person describes the character.) |
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abuca222
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:07 PM |
Name: Leon
Age: 24
Brown hair, blue eyes, 6"2 180 pounds
I pick up the luger and swing around firing. |
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alpha8
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:11 PM |
| Well Abuca pretty much ruined it. |
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alpha8
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:12 PM |
| I hope it's going to be separate threads. |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:22 PM |
@abuca Can you please add onto that? It's kind of.. non-detailed..
"Sir, w-w-we need 50% of the 99% a-and the support o-of at least 1% of the 1% if you're gonna have 42% of the 100% to get 50%." |
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alpha8
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:33 PM |
| Yes, Abuca. You need a last name, more detailed appearance, and probably a backstory. |
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podraptor
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:35 PM |
| The man rose from the grass, dusting himself off and gathering his bearings. Average height, Francois stamped into his dusty black rainboots and grey woolen coat. Feeling for the usual brown flatcap on his head, he found it lying on the ground in front of him. Finally dusting off his beige trousers and digging fists his crusty brown eyes, the man slowly approached the gun in front of him. |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:38 PM |
Name: Viktor Boshkavic Years: 18 Siblings: Drake [Deceased], Sergei [Deceased] Inventory: Compass, Luger, Pencil, Scrap paper [Pockets] Partner: N/A Background: Moved to France, from Russia, 3 years before the invasion of the Germans. Only migrated to France with his 2 brothers, Drake and Sergei. Father and mother were killed 7 years after his birth. Appearance: Light brown skin, blue eyes, 6'1, built, has scar above right eye. Characteristics: Smart, Independent, Swift, Alert, Disciplined
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:41 PM |
| (Damn, that that is just amazing right there) |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:45 PM |
| Viktor swiftly regains his senses, and picks himself up off the ground. He can hear the marching, the laughter.. the putrid laughter of those who killed his family.. but, he can do nothing about that now. He needs to get out of the area, alive. He sprints over to the Luger, and pops in the clip that only holds 20 shells. "Ah, that'll do.", Viktor says. He can hear the marching and laughter growing louder as the enemy approaches, so he jumps in a nearby broken window of a store front. He sits and waits for the Germans to pass by. |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:45 PM |
(I'll think how I'm going to do this.. Will respond/confirm how it will be tomorrow. About to have to go.)
"Sir, w-w-we need 50% of the 99% a-and the support o-of at least 1% of the 1% if you're gonna have 42% of the 100% to get 50%." |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:47 PM |
| (Sorry to be rude there, but standard-issue Lugers only held 8 rounds.) |
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| 21 Jan 2013 09:52 PM |
(For pod, that was ment)
Name: Fransisco Davidson
Age: 38
Appearance: Black formal type shoes, black formal/dress pants, Black Polo type shirt, blackLeather jacket and a black beray.
Bio: He grew up in a small cotage in a rural area of france near a small town, His parents died before he was 25, he works as a small time blacksmith in his small comunity.
Items: Picture of him and his family, small knife |
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| 22 Jan 2013 06:25 PM |
(oi.. who to choose..)
"Sir, w-w-we need 50% of the 99% a-and the support o-of at least 1% of the 1% if you're gonna have 42% of the 100% to get 50%." |
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podraptor
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| 22 Jan 2013 06:35 PM |
(Oh yea
I'll explain Francois more into the ISRP if you choose me.) |
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| 26 Jan 2013 12:18 AM |
(Guess we'll do yours, Pod.)
It seemed military issued, having a sleek black film and a bullet shy of a full clip halfway lodged in it. Glancing around, the past peaceful grassy hills are variously burned or deserted and the low-quality car you once had was gone. A single German soldier could be seen from afar and he was obviously heading in your direction.. it seems he hasn't spotted you yet but it would be soon.
"Sir, w-w-we need 50% of the 99% a-and the support o-of at least 1% of the 1% if you're gonna have 42% of the 100% to get 50%." |
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| 26 Jan 2013 12:20 AM |
Name - Kylie Rae
Gender - Female
Age - 17
(Do I have to be accepted?) |
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| 26 Jan 2013 11:33 AM |
| Searching for a way to escape, Francois took the clip out of the Luger and tucked it into his pocket. He had fired the usually double-barreled shotgun or sporting revolver, but this piece of machinery was military grade. Seeing no place for a stealthy retreat, the farmer made a beeline to the hills, hoping to hide behind the reverse slope and out of German eyes. |
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