Satan's War...DEAD.

[StarStruckStrumpets]

This is Voodoopigs' third RP, and StarStruckStrumpets' second, so we can assure you that you're in safe hands. The opening takes place on 6th June 1944 (D-Day for the uneducated). Introduction posts aside from ours can be from any major battle in time...(do your research), you will be fighting when a mysterious vortex appears above your heads, and you are transported to an unknown realm. We will take it from there. Chaaracter sheets will be placed in spoiler boxes on your intro-post.

Spoiler: Rules.

1: I want everyone to write in first person, so when you post it will be like the character's personal slice of the story.
2: Use spoilers for OOC(out of character) posts so the Rp doesn't get broken up.
3: Don't control other characters speech, only their actions.
4: Players that are in-active for more than 2 weeks will be killed off gruesomely.
5: Be creative.
6: Put effort into your posts. Describe as much as you can to give your fellow players an idea of what your location looks like.
7: No God-modding.
8: No more than two characters from the same era.

Spoiler: Character Templates

Name:
Age:
Height:
Appearance:
Nationality:
Era:
Intro Battle:
Bio:

10 spots are available.

Name: Harry Mason
Age: 26
Height: 5"10'
Appearance: Short brown hair, scrawny in physique. Blue eyes and a dark goatie.

Nationality: American
Era: WW2
Intro Battle: D-Day
Bio: Harry Mason volunteered to join the forces when he saw a poster stapled to a telegraph pole. It seemed so cheerful being in a squad, but when it came to it, it was dull, depressing and wet.

Here is my intro post:

It rained heavily on our small boat, the men looked scared and pathetic. Some vomiting over the side of the boat. I stared Captain Thomas who seemed on edge.
"30 seconds till th-" Before he could finish his sentence his head burst like a ripe watermelon that had been hit with a hammer. The German snipers had already caught us in their sights. The boat reached the shore and we disembarked. Men were dying everywhere, we were extremely out-classed. I felt a tear in my skull, it wasn't a bullet, but it felt just as painful. I looked around and people were warping and stretching, above me was a deep, purple vortex. I floated upward and was sucked inside it, others inside of the vortex were being torn and mangled, yet I stayed the same. Everything went dark, but I was still aware of my surroundings. I was still concious...

 

[ae86gamer]

<spoiler=Character>Name:Aiko Minamoto

Age:22

Height:She is 5'5 and 110 lbs.

Appearance: She is an attractive, light-skinned woman with icy blue-colored eyes and long brown hair. Her standard attire is a white undershirt, a black kimono and hakama, and a white sash. Sometimes also wears an armband, which carries her division symbol and its number. She wields a sword that is twice her size. Given to her by her father she has trained for years to be able to lift the sword and effectively fight with it. Since it is too big to fit in a sheath she wraps it in bandages and carries it over her shoulder.

Personality:Aiko is friendly, humorous in her own way, sensitive, and kind. Though she comes off as naive and rather clueless. Aiko has a tendency to rush into situations without thinking, sometimes leading to embarrassing consequences. When she wants to reach a certain goal she becomes hard headed and determined. Not willing to give up no matter what the situation. Aiko has a very loyal personality.

Era:Feudal Japan

Intro Battle:The battle at Mikusa

Bio:Born in 1133, she was love child of Yoritomo Minamoto, her mother was a house servant. Instead of abandoning her, which was common, Yorimoto decided to let her become a lieutenant. She was trained, despite many speculating that she was Yorimoto's bastard child. She trained for many years and prepared herself for the battle of Mikusa.

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INTRO POST

The battle was almost over. The Minamoto had the Taira cornered. Aiko ordered for the destruction of the first fort. But the warriors couldn't advance any further because the fort has three sides that are literally impossible to storm, and its fourth side is a long and steep cliff. Aiko looked around. There was only one way to go, down the cliff.

"Men! Do you trust me with your lives!"

The men cheered and clapped. Yelling out their families war-cries.

"Then let us finish this battle and become legends!"

Aiko ordered the warriors to descend the cliff on horseback; this cliff was a long steep decline ending in a seventy foot vertical drop. As she descended down the cliff a sudden vortex appeared and ripped Aiko off of her horse. The only thing she was able to grab was her sword. The only thing she saw was blackness.

 

[Shapsters]

Reserve a spot for 'ol Shapsters!

 

[goatzilla8463]

Can i join?

 

[Shapsters]

Spoiler: Character

Name: Charles 'Chuck' Sullivan
Age: 20
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Black messy hair, fit not muscular, Brown eyes, light beard(just from lack of shaving)
Nationality: Canadian
Era: Gulf War
Intro Battle: Operation FRICTION
Bio: His girlfriend broke up with him, he was living on his own, he hated school. He wanted to escape it all so he joined the army hoping it would provide good life experience. He didn't expect to be thrown into a War. Although he doesn't want to be there, he keeps a fairly optimistic attitude about life, he knows he will make it out alive.

Intro Post

The truck rumbled on the bumpy desert road. The heat was almost unbearable, nothing like I had experience back in Vancouver.

"Christ this weather is brutal eh boys?"

I didn't get much of a response, most of the group was too scared or worried to respond.

"Ah, don't worry, we'll be fine! We are barely even going into combat!"

I tried to keep my spirits high, we shouldn't come into too much trouble. We were merely a support for the Americans and Brits.

"Come on fellas, don't be so-"

Suddenly a loud explosion went off and the truck was flown into the air, the soldiers inside flew out like rag-dolls

I landed on the ground, hard. My ears were ringing and my sight was blurry, I tried to sit up to no avail. The rest of my squad was scattered around me, none of them seemed severely injured but were definitely shooken. My squad leader moaned and stood up, he crawled over to me.

"You alright soldier!? Looks like we hit a roadside bomb!" he looked up and his jaw opened "What the hell?!"

I felt an odd tugging on my shirt and looked up. There was a purple swirl in the sky that seemed to be pulling in everything around it. My squad captain was slowly being pulled into the air. I grabbed onto his hand and tried to hold on only to have my own body lifted into the air.

I edged closer and closer to the swirl, I tried grabbing onto rocks, cacti, anything, but to no avail. The last thing I saw was my legs being pulled into the swirl, then darkness.

 

[goatzilla8463]

Here's my character. if there are any problems, give me a shout and i'll change it.

Spoiler: my character

Name: Rachel Storey
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Appearance: longish Chestnut coloured hair with dyed streaks of orange, purple, bubblegum pink etc. ties it back into a ponytail. a bit tanned. icy blue eyes. is fit enough for the army.
Nationality: British
Era: the cold war
Intro Battle: Operation Takeout
Bio: joined the army because she wanted to see new places and travel around. Got average marks in school and passed her GCSEs alrightish. She is still pretty young and thinks that war is just one big bit of fun. Worked as a sniper (20/20 vision) for the British in a secret branch that supported the USA during the cold war even though Britain was supposed to have kept out of it. Operation Takeout was aimed at a leading Russian nukes scientist as he was in a field talking about stuff and was meant to have ended the Cold war but things went a bit wrong.

Intro post:
Shifting uneasily in her gillie suit, Rachel crawled forward a bit more on her belly.

"Sharpeyes to Wolfpack. i have a the Target in sight and am ready to take out when you are ready to rush in. There are eight tangos in sight." Rachel whispered into her mike.

[em]Wolfpack in. We are ready to engage. pulled the trigger and tell us when to go.[/em]

Rachel looked down her scope at the Russians down below in the field. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, a huge hole was ripped apart in the air where she was and she was sucked in, weapons and all. then, everything went dark.

 

[Mr Fatherland]

Spoiler: Apology

As a joint GM in this RP, I've taken a long time to post.

Name: Alfred Skorzeny.
Age: 18
Height: 5"11'
Appearance:

Spoiler: Big picture

Adorned with the iconic German steel helmet and armed with a Gewehr 98(G98 for short). Alfred has let 2 weeks worth of stubble grow on his face, giving him the resemblence of a forest hermit.
Nationality: German
Era: WW1
Intro Battle: Battle of the Somme
Bio: Alfred was born into a wealthy family, and his father forced him into the war to prove his manhood. But not before he was educated properly. His father taught him how to speak English, how to calculate and how to write. Alfred entered the war fully qualified, and he quickly gained respect from his comrades, the only thing that let him down was his age. Alfred hated being so young. The Officers picked on him, even the lowly stretcher-bearers picked on him.

Intro post:

"Hey Alfred! Tommy's going to kick your arse!"
"Not before I kick yours Otto!" I replied
"Ja, Ja, whatever Alfred. Go and read the letters your mother sent you!" That hurt me deeply, as he knew my parents never sent me letters.
"Fuck off Otto you thick bastard!" The whistle blew before Otto could shout abuse back.
"TOMMY!" Shouted the sentry. I lunged towards the trench wall, my G98 pointed at the oncoming British soldiers. I fired wildly at the horde, feeling grim satisfaction when I saw them fall in my sights. Suddenly, a deep gust of wind blew Otto's spiked helmet off his head and into his neighbour's face. A vibrant red ball appeared in the sky, knocking men into barbed wire and onto hidden landmines. The fighting stopped and everybody looked towards the satanic vortex. My head started to pound, and I found myself flying through the air, towards the portal. I closed my eyes and wished that I would see my sister again.

 

[ElephantGuts]

I suppose I'll join. At the first part of the OP I was thinking "Finally, a WW2 RP!" and was thinking how misleading the title was. Then I got to the vortex. I usually don't do fantasy things like this but I'll try my hand at it.

Spoiler: Character

Name: Sergei Baranov
Age: 21
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Medium length but neat black hair, brown eyes, and fairly dark skin for a white guy. Slightly scrawny but well muscled. Usually has a fair amount of stubble.
Nationality: Russian
Era: WW1
Intro Battle: Brusilov Offensive
Bio: Sergei lived most of his life as an average farm hand. Though the farm he worked on was relatively prosperous and he avoided much of the starvation and other hardships of most peasants, he still found his life to be boring and unsatisfying. He tried to make up for this by getting himself an education, learning from others and teaching himself when necessary. He took a particular interest in languages and ended up learning German and English. When the war started he was conscripted into the Russian Army. Though he was as afraid to be going to war as anyone, secretely he was glad to be doing something to spice up his life. In the Army he has already proved to be a good shot and a quick sprinter, and most importantly, lucky when it comes to dodging artillery shells.

My ears ringing, I tried desperately to dig my face deeper into the mud to avoid the steady stream of bullets flying over my head. Just a few moments ago we had advancing steadily past trenches abandoned by the Germans. But as we approached a small wood, machine gun and rifle fire had erupted from the treeline. Most of the men I had been advancing alongside were quickly turned into clouds of thick red gore.

Grimacing, I slowly reached over and brushed a string of red flesh from my arm. I noted that my clothes were covered with blood. I clutched my Mosin-Nagant rifle closer to my chest and prayed to God that I made it out of this ditch alive.

Suddenly, though my face was in the dirt I sensed the air around my darkening. Wind began to swirl around me, making the edges of my clothes flap in the air. Before I realized what was happening, I noted that all of the gunfire had stopped. My first thought was, "Thank God something stopped that machine gun!" Then I realized that I felt as if I was being sucked upward. I panicked and grabbed at the dirt beneath me as my legs and then the rest of me were picked up by the wind. I looked up and caught a glimpse of the sky: A menacing, dark purple, swirling hole seemed to have ripped a hole in the sky. I only had a second to gasp in horror before I saw a helmet spinning haphazardly through the air. The next thing I knew it struck my skull and I was out cold.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Hoho! 4 more spaces to go and we can get this thing moving!

 

[Shapsters]

[I am sensing a bit of a time delay!]

 

[Grab-bag]

Woo! I'm Here!

Spoiler: It be my character it be!

Name: Rafstan Heileider.

Age: 27

Height: 5'10

Appearance: Thin and short, short brown hair and a moustache. Red uniform with a tailcoat and a mark two musket, he doesn't have to reload every shot!

Nationality: Russian

Era: Crimean

Intro Battle: Azov Campaign

Bio: An Officer in the Russian army, Rafstan is battle hardened and ready. A puppy dog appearance for a wild minded man, Rafstan is a force not to mess with.

Opening scene!

I stood up and fired my musket again, taking down a wailing french man. He groaned and fell, blood pouring from his shooulder. The canon next to me fired, a broad, deafening sound causing my face to crunch and grimace. A new set of British soldiers ran down the lane, firing at us and shouting. I fired at one and he dropped. I screamed an order at my men and they ran ahead of me, shooting for dear life itself. The canon fired and a strange purple, pink vortex span above my squad. Fire continued but we disapeared, still alive but confuzed, scared even. We were swallowed by the cloud fully now, sightless and scared, awaiting orders, this had to be the enemies plan.

 

[ae86gamer]

My character seems like shes going to be drastically different that anyone else. Yay I'm the weirdo of the group

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

My character seems like shes going to be drastically different that anyone else. Yay I'm the weirdo of the group

That's good! We need variation!
Congrats for being original =)

 

[Mr Fatherland]

Two Russians, A German, Two Americans, A Canadian and a Japanese woman. This is getting to be quite diverse. We'll be able to start properly soon once a few more people have joined. Feel free to PM anyone you know that you think would be interested. The quicker we get this up and running the better.

 

[Night_Wolf]

Spoiler

Name: David Freeman
Age: 19
Height: 5' 9"
Appearance: Young, Athletic, Medium Build, And a Calm Face. David has Green/Grey eyes that give him an aperance of haveing a large amount of expirence.
Nationality: Brittish
Era: WWII
Intro Battle: Operation Torch
Bio: David dident want to be the one sitting behind a desk doing paperwork thur out the war, he wanted to see action. Haveing a background in Electrical Enginereing got him out of a deskjob. He ended up joining the 7th Armored, or the Desert Rats. Pulling Raids and distroying supplies of the Afrika Corp.

Opening Seen

Standard Night Raid, Thats what the Lutenant had called it. We would be going in and out as fast as we could breaking what was key to Jerry and then getting the hell out before everything was spotlights, sirens, and rifle fire. It was simple enough, take out the Radio Tower, Distroy the Generator, Take down the Field HQ, Find the Fuel and Ammo Stockpiles, and Distroy them. After sneaking thru much of the area, we reached the Fuel and Ammo Stockpiles. By this time, Much of the garrison guarding this area was awake and shoothing at us. I reached one of the stockpiles, put a charge on it and was about to blow it. 10 seconds later it went off and started an un expected chain reaction, other near by stockpiles began to explode. I was too close to a fuel Tank and thought soon, I would be dead. Instead, the tank dident go off, infact it seemed as if time stoped, I thought my adreneline had just kicked in but it was not the adrenilen, I felt a strong wind begin to blow, kicking up sand and dust and throwing it everywhare. I tried to grab on to somthing to prevent myself from being swept away by the winds but to no avail, I went flying thu the air towards a dark and mennicing Vortex that seemed to apear out of nowhare, in the clear desert night. I must have been hit by a piece of metal or wood because I blacked out as I neared the Swirling Vortex.

 

[goatzilla8463]

Two Russians, A German, Two Americans, A Canadian and a Japanese woman. This is getting to be quite diverse. We'll be able to start properly soon once a few more people have joined. Feel free to PM anyone you know that you think would be interested. The quicker we get this up and running the better.

actually, i'm british.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Spoiler

Just a bump to keep the thread alive, we're still waiting for 3 more.

 

[ElephantGuts]

Spoiler

I did consider that people from earlier time periods are going to have a tougher time of things, what with the culture/time shock. ae86's character is going to have it the roughest. Make sure you get the shock and confusion down when you meet all the other characters!

EDIT: On that note, is there going to be a way to get around the language barrier? I remembered to have my character know English and German, but some people are going to be fairly alienated. But, considering the plot of the entire RP, I'm sure there will be some way around it.

 

[ae86gamer]

Spoiler

I did consider that people from earlier time periods are going to have a tougher time of things, what with the culture/time shock. ae86's character is going to have it the roughest. Make sure you get the shock and confusion down when you meet all the other characters!

EDIT: On that note, is there going to be a way to get around the language barrier? I remembered to have my character know English and German, but some people are going to be fairly alienated. But, considering the plot of the entire RP, I'm sure there will be some way around it.

Don't you worry I'll make her feel the HUGE culture shock. But I warn you..she might be violent at first.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Spoiler: OOC

I understand that language will be a problem, I've just thought of a solution. ae86's character may be speaking Japanese, but we hear it as the language we understand in hell. Sound ok?