Galt's Back With A Lyncher!
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We were learning about Hitler in my history class recently, I just checked my notes and apparently it was a little bit of both, more what you said in the beginning though.Labyrinth said:
Ooooo... I.. erm.
Hmmmn.
I think I'll get a finger in this pie, although right now I've only just got up and have trouble remembering my own name, let alone thinking up a character. Will prob'ly go with a total jobsworth this time, since all my characters seem to be roughly the same thus far.
Hmmmn.
I think I'll get a finger in this pie, although right now I've only just got up and have trouble remembering my own name, let alone thinking up a character. Will prob'ly go with a total jobsworth this time, since all my characters seem to be roughly the same thus far.
Well, if it's possible to be in, I'd be happy to join.
Name: Ivan Feldgrau
Age: 42
Gender: (Most likely) Male
Appearance: Tall and thin, a little out of shape. Has messy, slightly oily dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and a mustache, similar to Franz Josephs. Wears a German greatcoat and a Russian winter hat with red star, as well as German infantry boots and leather gloves.
Bio: Ivan was born near Leningrad in the Soviet Union, to a German family. After long years of schooling, he became a surgeon. Working hard and saving lives, he was soon promoted to better and better positions, before becoming Leningrad Central Hospitals' administrator, directly responsible to the Central Committee and the Communist Party. After several years, when war seemed inevitable, he was taken by the Red Army as a Field Medic, along with most of the hospital staff.
After 4 years passed, Ivan was released from army duty. He once again rejoined the medical profession, but his years in the army have caused a great amount of psychological problems. He had nightmares, could not stay still, was a little shaky, so the administrator of Moscow Central fired Ivan.
After being fired, Ivan went into a terrible state that he can't seem to recall. 4 years later, he found himself in the town of Provideniya, at the very edge of the Soviet Union.
With little money and recognition, Ivan looked for employment as best he could and set himself up as the local physician. However, one day he heard about a ship that needed a good medic and he took the job without hesitation...
Ivan is proficient in light firearms, knows Russian and German quite well, speaks some English. He is a pretty good medic, even though he has few supplies and his hands shake a little bit.
Ivan is also psychologically damaged and may become very quiet and avoid human contact for long periods of time. He also has a tendency to avoid touching guns, however if he does, there's no guarantee that he will shoot anything.
Still, Ivan is loyal, good at what he does and will not hesitate if someone's life is in danger.
Role: Medic.
Age: 42
Gender: (Most likely) Male
Appearance: Tall and thin, a little out of shape. Has messy, slightly oily dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and a mustache, similar to Franz Josephs. Wears a German greatcoat and a Russian winter hat with red star, as well as German infantry boots and leather gloves.
Bio: Ivan was born near Leningrad in the Soviet Union, to a German family. After long years of schooling, he became a surgeon. Working hard and saving lives, he was soon promoted to better and better positions, before becoming Leningrad Central Hospitals' administrator, directly responsible to the Central Committee and the Communist Party. After several years, when war seemed inevitable, he was taken by the Red Army as a Field Medic, along with most of the hospital staff.
After 4 years passed, Ivan was released from army duty. He once again rejoined the medical profession, but his years in the army have caused a great amount of psychological problems. He had nightmares, could not stay still, was a little shaky, so the administrator of Moscow Central fired Ivan.
After being fired, Ivan went into a terrible state that he can't seem to recall. 4 years later, he found himself in the town of Provideniya, at the very edge of the Soviet Union.
With little money and recognition, Ivan looked for employment as best he could and set himself up as the local physician. However, one day he heard about a ship that needed a good medic and he took the job without hesitation...
Ivan is proficient in light firearms, knows Russian and German quite well, speaks some English. He is a pretty good medic, even though he has few supplies and his hands shake a little bit.
Ivan is also psychologically damaged and may become very quiet and avoid human contact for long periods of time. He also has a tendency to avoid touching guns, however if he does, there's no guarantee that he will shoot anything.
Still, Ivan is loyal, good at what he does and will not hesitate if someone's life is in danger.
Role: Medic.
I don't go to school Monday. Martin Luther King day here in the states.
Anyway, here's my bio:
Name: Jim Halcoy
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Jim wears a thick winter coat and stereotypical Russian hat. He is always very jittery.
Bio: Jim was drafted in WWII and went to fight in European conflicts, he showed little aptitude for fighting but an expansive knowledge of both Russian and German as well as his own language of English. As a result, he was taken on as communications officer for his regiment. One day, he was taking a piss behind a tree while they were on patrol and he fell behind, some German soldiers found him, pants down, gun dropped, in the middle of the forest. Needless to say, he surrendered immediately and was taken prisoner then brought back to the German camp in chains. He was tortured and interrogated and sang like a canary the whole time, march patterns, attack plans, everything. They found out he was a communications officer and would have no trouble talking to them over the radio, so they offered him a proposition: Hand us any new secrets you find and we let you go, you say no, we kill you. There wasn't much else Jim could do so he trekked out of camp and back into his own, stating that he was mauled by a bear as the reason for his lateness. For the next years of the war, Jim kept feeding secrets to the Germans, and even though they lost the war, Jim liked to think he was what let the German's hold out so long.
After the war, he took up residence in Moscow and signed up to be communications officer on a ship sailing into the arctic.
Role: If you haven't figured it out yet, your an idiot, but I'll restate: COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER.
I wasn't really sure what era this took place in, so I went for post WWII.
Anyway, here's my bio:
Name: Jim Halcoy
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Jim wears a thick winter coat and stereotypical Russian hat. He is always very jittery.
Bio: Jim was drafted in WWII and went to fight in European conflicts, he showed little aptitude for fighting but an expansive knowledge of both Russian and German as well as his own language of English. As a result, he was taken on as communications officer for his regiment. One day, he was taking a piss behind a tree while they were on patrol and he fell behind, some German soldiers found him, pants down, gun dropped, in the middle of the forest. Needless to say, he surrendered immediately and was taken prisoner then brought back to the German camp in chains. He was tortured and interrogated and sang like a canary the whole time, march patterns, attack plans, everything. They found out he was a communications officer and would have no trouble talking to them over the radio, so they offered him a proposition: Hand us any new secrets you find and we let you go, you say no, we kill you. There wasn't much else Jim could do so he trekked out of camp and back into his own, stating that he was mauled by a bear as the reason for his lateness. For the next years of the war, Jim kept feeding secrets to the Germans, and even though they lost the war, Jim liked to think he was what let the German's hold out so long.
After the war, he took up residence in Moscow and signed up to be communications officer on a ship sailing into the arctic.
Role: If you haven't figured it out yet, your an idiot, but I'll restate: COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER.
I wasn't really sure what era this took place in, so I went for post WWII.
To vid20: Yeah, a chef would be nice, a ship full of people with no one to make coffee wouldn't even need a reason to start killing each other.
To those discussing Nazi Commies: Yeah, I figure it could work, just imagine a bunch of jackbooted Reds and a few more emphatic speeches saying how Jews are advancing the capitalist agenda. Puttin' the Socialism in National Socialism.
To Spartan: Post WWII works for an era, works nicely for the room-sized computers and possible Nazi-Commies.
Anyways, here's the current roster. It looks like we got plenty of room for anyone who wants in.
John Galt (me); Corporate Supervisor
Michael Gross (Dastardos); Captain
Karl Krankenwagen (fish food carl); Mechanic
Killion (Easykill); Technician
Jimmy McMannis (vid20); Chef
Chris Jackson (ThePoodonkis); Helicopter Pilot
Ivan Feldgrau (Combined); Surgeon
Jim Halcoy (Spartan Bannana); Communications Officer
Start date's probably gonna be near the end of the week, just scraped by my own exams and figure it's just as bad up north.
To those discussing Nazi Commies: Yeah, I figure it could work, just imagine a bunch of jackbooted Reds and a few more emphatic speeches saying how Jews are advancing the capitalist agenda. Puttin' the Socialism in National Socialism.
To Spartan: Post WWII works for an era, works nicely for the room-sized computers and possible Nazi-Commies.
Anyways, here's the current roster. It looks like we got plenty of room for anyone who wants in.
John Galt (me); Corporate Supervisor
Michael Gross (Dastardos); Captain
Karl Krankenwagen (fish food carl); Mechanic
Killion (Easykill); Technician
Jimmy McMannis (vid20); Chef
Chris Jackson (ThePoodonkis); Helicopter Pilot
Ivan Feldgrau (Combined); Surgeon
Jim Halcoy (Spartan Bannana); Communications Officer
Start date's probably gonna be near the end of the week, just scraped by my own exams and figure it's just as bad up north.
I notice you have no dashing reporter covering the shonky revolutionary new technology, any chance the now freelance, down on his luck, former big shot New York times correspondent Quentin Shanks could get an exclusive on it?
You could actually bring back to detective Shanks for this one, he was so awesome, I'd have to help you find some way to make it work.Armitage Shanks said:
Name: Chaz 'Rottweiler' Johnson
Age: 29
Bio: From birth, Chaz has always had two predominant features; firstly, he's built like a tank. Secondly, he always follows instructions to the letter. Ones he understands anyway. It might be this inbred obedience that causes to adhere to the stereotype so well but Chaz became the stereotypical brainless bouncer, with a doglike loyalty, where he earned his nickname. He is now working as a private guard for Galt, after he had his name plastered all over the news when he decimated a small gang that wanted to exort money from the club where he worked. Not because he thought they were a threat, mind. They just pushed to the front of the queue, the bastards.
Age: 29
Bio: From birth, Chaz has always had two predominant features; firstly, he's built like a tank. Secondly, he always follows instructions to the letter. Ones he understands anyway. It might be this inbred obedience that causes to adhere to the stereotype so well but Chaz became the stereotypical brainless bouncer, with a doglike loyalty, where he earned his nickname. He is now working as a private guard for Galt, after he had his name plastered all over the news when he decimated a small gang that wanted to exort money from the club where he worked. Not because he thought they were a threat, mind. They just pushed to the front of the queue, the bastards.
D'you mind having a bodyguard Galt?
Spartan Bannana said:
Hmm he was a pretty badass character, and he could use some sunlight. Maybe if I made him a couple of years older, kicked off the force cause Pravello died and his links to corruption were uncovered and working as a Private eye, hired by a rival to Galt Intelligence? You know, industrial espionage and all that?
It is up to Galt, whichever he thinks would suit the game better.
It is up to Galt, whichever he thinks would suit the game better.