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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 7:40 am
Serin McCloud
Age:18
Side: Rebel
Once was home: Ireland
History:
It's been three year, three years since the American army took her mother and father, the Russian taking her two older brothers. Serin roams the lands, not taking sides, killing either and any of both sides. She is hunted by both, wanted by both. It all started when they came, trying to recruit her, but she refused, injuring the American General rather.. hideously.
She took a pot that was boiling water on the stove, and dumped the water in the Generals face, then she hit him, causing second and third degree burns to take over his face. The General at that time resided, and a new general is now in office, but that doesn't mean she will hate them less. She still hates the armies with a passion, they forced her brothers to fight against her parents, and caused her father to die because of his age. He was too old to be fighting, but they didn't care. All the armies care about was military personal.
She is constantly on the run, she doesn't want to fight, in fears that one day it will be her family looking for her, under orders. And she wasn't going to join no army, not in this life time or the next.
Personality: She is easy going, strong headed, and straight forward. She tries to be happy, thinking about the bright side of things, even if there isn't one.
Weapons: Her fathers 38. special long barrel hand gun. It holds five shots in it's chambers, and has a kick when fired. Not very many people can handle the gun besides her and her family.
A broad sword, used by her great grand father used once upon a timeApperance
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:08 am
Name: Due to memory loss she does not know her name although her split personality goes by ‘Clare Heavens’ Age: About 24 Side: Rebel Once home: Woke up in Paris, France soon after the Eiffel Tower was destroyed in cross fire. History: Its been two years since that day, a day covered in blood, the first day of memory. A self protect method to protect from memories developed a split personality that day. A heart broken and shattered mind sealed away with its heartless soul set anew. A life, a lover, a husband was lost that day; Clare’s one meaning to life since the war had started. Clare’s husband trained recruits for the French military long before the war started and took great pride in training his wife in his free time. Clare picked up on the training quickly, surpassing her husband quickly in hand to hand combat and melee weaponry. Although all her fighting experience was lost to her new innocent personality. Personality: With her memory loss she is pure at heart but if placed in a dangerous situation the psychopathic killer she turned into will appear along with its memories of the past. Weapons: When she goes crazy anything within reach becomes a weapon, even her own body. 
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:17 am
 Name: Aaron Vanier.
Age: 19
Side: American (specific rank: 1st Lt.)
Once was home: Lexington, Kentucky; United States.
History: Around the base, the other pilots say that he was born in a flight suit already snapping a salute to the doctors. Aaron was born to be a pilot, both his mother and father were military pilots, and the apple wouldn't fall far from the tree. His parents funded everything that put their son closer to being a pilot, whether it be commercially, or for military purposes. At age 14, he was a capable pilot.
At age 15, he was scouted by military personnell, and they didn't even have to explain anything to get him to enlisted as a pilot. He quickly rose through and excelled in each course. He graduated third in his class, and was shipped off to the front lines. He has since become a fighter ace, surviving more missions than anyone in his class.
Personality: He's a complete stereotypical fighter jockie. Cocky, and thinks highly of his piloting skills... at first glance. If you dig just a little deeper, you can generally find genuine kindness and respect for the Russians and Rebels that most of his fellow pilots seem to lack.
Weapons: F-35 and an MP5
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 3:27 pm
 Name: Akihiro Yamada
Age: 26
Side: Rebel
Once was home: Northern Canada, more specifically the North West Territories.
History: It has been two months and three days since my life slipped slowly into chaos. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. It was late at night, around midnight as I remember; the soft pattering of rain on our tin roof filled the house. I had just finished feeding my child, my darling baby girl Alexia when I heard it, the soft knocking on the door.
At first I thought I was just hearing things, who would be out this late at night and in this weather. Yet, as I stood there looking at my daughter the knocking grew louder and louder. I knew it couldn’t be some strange imagination anymore, no, it was real. With a sigh I put down the bottle and headed for the door pulling it open just a crack. “Yeah, who is it?” I asked my voice filled with tiredness.
“Captain Yamada, Captain Yamada of the Corpse Guards?” A voice spoke softly yet with power. I leaned against the wall; it has been years since I held that position, years since my involvement with the Corpse Guards. But this person, whoever it was seemed to know all about it, and that scared the living s**t out of me.
Rubbing my hand against my face I sighed loudly and closed my eyes. “No, you’ve got the wrong man. I’ve never heard of that man.” I lied, I knew he wouldn’t believe me, no one did, not even my wife. “You might want to keep trying sir. Have a good night and watch your foot.” I spoke trying to hide a yawn as I did. Gingerly I closed the door and turned to head back to the bedroom.
“Captain Yamada, I know it is you. Do not play these games, we need your skills.” The voice spoke, again it was filled with power this time it was slightly louder in volume though. “If you do not join willingly we will have to take you by any means necessary. Do think about it Captain.” The voice went silent, but the sound of footsteps was not heard meaning they were waiting for an answer.
“I said no God damn it! Now get the hell out of here you piece of s**t!” I exclaimed as I headed towards the bedroom where my wife and daughter slept. Creeping into bed I sighed softly my arms wrapping around my wife. I’d given up that life, I was just a puppet to them, and I was their toy. They used me to kill, “for the good of the country.” They would say. Yeah right, I knew better.
The next day all throughout work I had a sinking feeling, something wasn’t right. I had to push aside those thoughts, those feelings. Once I got home I noticed the door was wide open, those feelings came rushing back like a torrent of water rushing from an open faucet. I rushed inside, looking around screaming for my wife. There was no answer, the house was deathly silent.
I headed into the bedroom with a speed that marathon runners could only match. Then, I saw it, lying on the bed. My wife and daughter dead, the sheets covered in blood. They looked peaceful; my wife held our daughters head in her hands, holding her tightly. Tears began to blur my vision as I looked up from the scene on the bed. The words on the wall, wrote in their own blood scared me to death. Now that you have nothing, you will join us.
They were wrong; oh lord how wrong they were. This was the final straw; I couldn’t allow them or any other government to destroy the lives of their people. I would revolt, I would rebel against them. I would strike at them whenever and where ever I could. I would be a thorn in their side for ruining my life. They would regret it and they would come to fear me.
Personality: I used to be rather kind hearted and sweet to anyone I’d meet. But, after what the government did to me, how they ruined my life. I say screw it, why be nice and honourable to people if it will only come back to bite you in the a**? Since the day I lost everything, I’ve allowed a darker side to show, a colder hearted version of my former self. A self that refused to show honour to people, unless they were rebelling against the government as well, only those who rebelled against them would know my kindness. Anyone who didn’t would feel my wrath.
Weapons: Custom made long barrelled semi automatic handgun, custom built shotgun, screamer grenades.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 12:21 am
 Shane Crowley
Age:42 but looks like he is in his mid 20s due to his magi abilities.
Side: American
Rank: SRGMJR Sargent Major
Once was home: San Antonio, Texas
History:
was born in Texas. left home at 12 due to a severely dysfunctional family. Joined several cults trying to find his place in the world.
Met a very skilled magi. at age 13 who taught him several skills in black arts and helped him develop telepathy. A year later He met a
Magician that was an x military specialist in close quarters combat and weaponry, who taught him for 2 years. He later joined the US marines
and advanced extremely fast to the rank of sergeant major. Liking the position he stayed as sgt major despite several opportunities to advance.
His leader5ship abilities were a force to be reckoned with as his platoon killed more men than the entire marine corp his first year in the position.
He is nothing short of a war legend but has deep seated emotional issues that others can't understand and are afraid to ask him about.
Personality: Many think he is sociopath because of his lack of ability to share his emotions. However if he is focused on specific takes, all other
reality is nothing short of a dream till his job is done. He doesn't feel loved by any, and wonders why others feel so strongly about certain people.
Weapons: A savage 10FP .223 sniper rifle. Browning high power 9mm hand gun. A long single sided sword.
Played By: Wiccadwitch26
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 12:48 pm
 Name: Mathew Alexandrov
Age: 20
Side: Rusian
Rank: Soldat (equvilent to Private/Soldier)
Once was home: Dubovka, a town in Volgograd Oblast, Russia
Personality: Cold hearted and humorless, Mathew's bound and determined reasoning makes him a good candidate for a soldier on the field. He is able to cope with long periods of solitude and reclusiveness in the wasteland he fights in, and no longer feels the need for a human companion. He thinks the world is vulgar and low, and only he can fix it, one bullet at a time.
History: Mathew was an orphan, abandoned on the steps of a church to die in the unforgiving Russian winter. Fortunatly, he was taken in the by the nuns, and was taught to live a religeous life by an early age. However, once he was mature enough, he fled the church and became a leader of street kids. The Government Forces noticed his combat skills and recruited him for the war. He went on to receive special training for those with special talents and successfully completed a number of missions. But Mathew, weary of being the military's dog, appealed to do his own recon missions solo. His request, which normally would go ignored, was specially granted given his achievements and superior abilities
Played by: Rasui
Weapon:
Steyr AMR / IWS 2000 long-range anti-materiel rifle
Caliber(s): 15.2mm Steyr APFSDS
Operation: long recoil, semi-automatic
Barrel: 1200 mm
Weight: 18 kg
Length: 1800 mm
Feed Mechanism: 5 rounds detachable box mag.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 2:59 pm
Name: Alaina Peterson
Age: 18
Side: American
Rank: MCPOC (or CMC, COB on submarines)
Once was home: Seattle, WA, USA
Personality: Carefree and laid-back, Alaina finishes her work quickly in order to leave some time to have fun. Even though she is an optimist, she is not afraid to tell the truth bluntly. When it comes to work, she sets aside her positive manner to get things done.
History: Having grown up in a military family, Alaina grew up a Navy brat through and through. She joined the Cadets at the age of ten and was planning to join ROTC in her college years. Her father, a former Seabee, had taught her about what it means to be in the Navy since she could talk. Being in the Cadets program Alaina learned everything from basic drills to commanding an aircraft carrier, as well as keep her physical finesse due to the training the program required.
Due to the training Alaina was sent on a training sabbatical on the USS Abraham Lincoln that was supposed to last for a month. However, on the ninth day, the global disaster occured, and Alaina lost those she held dear, her family, friends, and even some mentors who had stayed behind.
Three years later she has arisen to the position her father had never dreamed she would reach. After much hard work she rose to MCPOC, knowing that she would fight for the side she has always been on through thick and thin, remembering those she lost and the reason why she even continued to stay with the Navy; living by the mottoa Semper Fi, from the Marines and To protect our own.
Weapon: Her father's 25 metre standard pistol.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:26 pm
Name: Daisuke Kyoto
Age: 16
Side: Rebel
Once home: Richmond, Tennessee
History: Daisuke was born into the raging war without a hospital. He and his parents lived on the run for years. One day, there was a U.S. Army raid in Oaklahoma and his parents were killed. He hated the war in the first place, now, however, he was going to stop it too. He trained for a year on his own in the use of weapons and close combat. when he turned 16 he found his way to Ireland on a tip that there might be some information on a U.S. army base. He would use the information to start his first step in taking them down.
Personality: Daisuke is a kind person willing to help those in need. He hates fighting, but will jump to it now that the war has consumed people. hes a very loyal person, but hates being used or betrayed himself.
Weapons: saber sword
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wiccadwitch26 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:24 pm
Jessica (Jesse) Steele Master Segeant Age:29 Side: American Once was home: Dallas, Texas History: was born in Texas. One of Shane Crowley's men found her ten years ago hiding in a crate in her basement after thet had killed off a platoon of Russian soldiers in the area. She was unable to talk for over a week after they found her. Shane later learned that the Russians had done unspeakable things to her mother and sister while her father lay dead on the floor in front of her. She watched too afraid to do anything but hide in the crate. When she did finally speak it was only to Crowley for nearly two months time. Crowley taught her how to supress her anger and skilled her in deep meditation. He tried to tech her the art of telepathy but her ability to control it and focus was lost to the trama of how her family was killed. Shane later had her taken back for basic then specialised training in the marines at her own consent. At heart she was a rebel. She didn't want this war as well as most, but could not be talked out of anything but honoring her family by stopping men from doing what they had done to her family. Shane took her back in as a private and kept her by the more skilled soldiers to keep her safe. She proved to be more than sufficiant and advanced rather quickly through the ranks. She is known as his most favored soldier. She sees Shane as both a father figure and a mentor of the highest degree. The other soldier marvel at the two. (Her and Shane as they never fail to suprise them with thier plans and strategies, as morbid and bizzare as they seem to be. Personality: Quiet and very reserved except for the things surrounding Shane Crowley. That seems to be the only time she is bold and out spoken. At fist glance it would seem she was in love wityh Crowley, but to know the two is to see that it is not love but something else that holds the two so close. Though it is hard to see what. Thier relationship brings about questions that none are brave enough to ask about to either her or Crowley. She often sits and cryes When the men are stationary, and still the men are confused about her altogether. Weapons: U.S. Marine corps Squad advanced Marksman Rifle. A browning 9mm high power (at crowley's recomendation.) Two ka-bar fighting knives. Apperance 
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