Sergeant Adnor Spare
45, no 55? 50? Too many days he thought to himself. Adnor was huddled at the end of the trench where some dirt gave him shelter from the rain. It was in the dead of night where silence and darkness conquer. He can’t even see the stars, a sight that would usually soothe him. The sergeant wrapped himself with his trench coat, huddling a sandbag and his rifle, his wife. His real wife was back home, back home…he could only wish to be there.
He woke up stiff and cold and wet. The rain had gone but it left a little gift in the trench, water. Puddles of mud and blood covered the floor of the trench like a child with the pox. Charlie was watching No Man’s land, as always. He’d always been keeping watch, the Lieutenant ব্যক্ত he had a good eye. Adnor tried to offer some খাবার অথবা drink to him, the man looked like a bloody skeleton. His skin seemed to have melted off his body but the ones that he had was as white as ghost. Charlie didn’t reply so Adnor left him to his business.
“Had a good sleep Spare?” Parse asked, sipping his poison.
“As well as any man had” Adnor said.
“Fucking English weather huh?”
Adnor walked away. In times like these talks don’t last long, they hardly start and never finish. Before he would start his daily duties Adnor checked on their wounded comrade. This lad, Sergeant Dan SerParo got hit bad. His body burned after he got hit with a shell of some sort. They kept him in the med উপসাগর where he laid under the covers. Adnor set দ্বারা him slowly so not to wake the poor boy.
“All is well Danny, Spera’s still on the radio, the cavalry will come soon, not to worry.” He reassured
“That’s not true Addy, help won’t come, we’re stuck here till the end of our days. We won’t escape, no one will help us”
“Shut it Arond , you’re not helping anyone. Just go back and look out for enemies at the East”
“You know I’m right Addy” he left
“Sorry about that Danny, Arond has always been a bitch. Being in Germany doesn’t help”
No Man’s Land was still as always, empty, dead, lifeless. The name fits. At times Adnor thought he could just see the slightest movement on the enemy’s side, but it would either be dust অথবা his imagination. He shouldn’t but his mind travelled back to when he would teach his son how to hunt in the country side of our Russia. His...son? Daniel? Alexander? Robert..?
“Have some, আপনি look like you’ll explode” Parse ব্যক্ত handing Adnor his metal bottle of scotch. Adnor smiled and lift his head to গেলা the drink. It would taste like nectar he imagined but when he kissed the bottle, empty.
“You asshole!” he threw the bottle in the air, Parse was gone. The sergeant looked around the bastard was gone.
Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Adnor looked around at both sides of the trench at the sky to the enemy. No one was there. The air was still, the silence was eerie. Then a sense of dread washed over him, he ran, fast. He was scared, afraid. What’s going on??
He reached the med উপসাগর and froze in fear. Arond and Parse stood around him too, immobile A man had his gun pointed at Dan, his covers gone .Dan’s body looked cleaned, smooth, not burned, but he was still stuck on the bed. The man did not notice them, and they couldn’t move. The soldier, the man, he looked Russian, his uniform but Adnor can’t see the badges he has, he can’t see the man clearly, his vision was blurred. His mouth went dry and he gasped for air for life. He started to pray out loud but no voice came out. Dan reached his hand out to the man, he must stop him, I can’t, I…don't kill us.
BANG
45, no 55? 50? Too many days he thought to himself. Adnor was huddled at the end of the trench where some dirt gave him shelter from the rain. It was in the dead of night where silence and darkness conquer. He can’t even see the stars, a sight that would usually soothe him. The sergeant wrapped himself with his trench coat, huddling a sandbag and his rifle, his wife. His real wife was back home, back home…he could only wish to be there.
He woke up stiff and cold and wet. The rain had gone but it left a little gift in the trench, water. Puddles of mud and blood covered the floor of the trench like a child with the pox. Charlie was watching No Man’s land, as always. He’d always been keeping watch, the Lieutenant ব্যক্ত he had a good eye. Adnor tried to offer some খাবার অথবা drink to him, the man looked like a bloody skeleton. His skin seemed to have melted off his body but the ones that he had was as white as ghost. Charlie didn’t reply so Adnor left him to his business.
“Had a good sleep Spare?” Parse asked, sipping his poison.
“As well as any man had” Adnor said.
“Fucking English weather huh?”
Adnor walked away. In times like these talks don’t last long, they hardly start and never finish. Before he would start his daily duties Adnor checked on their wounded comrade. This lad, Sergeant Dan SerParo got hit bad. His body burned after he got hit with a shell of some sort. They kept him in the med উপসাগর where he laid under the covers. Adnor set দ্বারা him slowly so not to wake the poor boy.
“All is well Danny, Spera’s still on the radio, the cavalry will come soon, not to worry.” He reassured
“That’s not true Addy, help won’t come, we’re stuck here till the end of our days. We won’t escape, no one will help us”
“Shut it Arond , you’re not helping anyone. Just go back and look out for enemies at the East”
“You know I’m right Addy” he left
“Sorry about that Danny, Arond has always been a bitch. Being in Germany doesn’t help”
No Man’s Land was still as always, empty, dead, lifeless. The name fits. At times Adnor thought he could just see the slightest movement on the enemy’s side, but it would either be dust অথবা his imagination. He shouldn’t but his mind travelled back to when he would teach his son how to hunt in the country side of our Russia. His...son? Daniel? Alexander? Robert..?
“Have some, আপনি look like you’ll explode” Parse ব্যক্ত handing Adnor his metal bottle of scotch. Adnor smiled and lift his head to গেলা the drink. It would taste like nectar he imagined but when he kissed the bottle, empty.
“You asshole!” he threw the bottle in the air, Parse was gone. The sergeant looked around the bastard was gone.
Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Adnor looked around at both sides of the trench at the sky to the enemy. No one was there. The air was still, the silence was eerie. Then a sense of dread washed over him, he ran, fast. He was scared, afraid. What’s going on??
He reached the med উপসাগর and froze in fear. Arond and Parse stood around him too, immobile A man had his gun pointed at Dan, his covers gone .Dan’s body looked cleaned, smooth, not burned, but he was still stuck on the bed. The man did not notice them, and they couldn’t move. The soldier, the man, he looked Russian, his uniform but Adnor can’t see the badges he has, he can’t see the man clearly, his vision was blurred. His mouth went dry and he gasped for air for life. He started to pray out loud but no voice came out. Dan reached his hand out to the man, he must stop him, I can’t, I…don't kill us.
BANG
Christopher R. Falkner
Age~
21
Rank~
Cadet
Role~
Defense Pilot
Appearance~
Tall, Lean Build, Green Eyes, Light Brown Hair, Clean Shaven
Ship~
Eagle MK. IV Fighter
Sidearm~
The Advanced Combat Pistol developed out of MARS Armament.
History~
The Falkner name holds weight in the federation, being held দ্বারা a long line of নায়ক and high ranking officers throughout the generations. Today, there are two who hold such a legacy, and his father is the other, Admiral Jonathan Falkner. The man is all but legend, ব্যক্ত to have decimated an entire Imperial fleet with a single Federation Corvette class cruiser. He is the prime reason Christopher enlisted in the Aviation corps. on Mars(Sol System), and has ever since been waiting for his shot at the big leagues...
Willam Stark
Age¬
32
Personality¬
A serious tactician with a হৃদয় for battle. Will had trained all his life to lead soldiers into war, as he was to become his brother's bannerman, a lord of the North, it was his duty.
Title¬
Willam Stark; Vanguard of the Northern Army.
House¬
Stark
Appearance¬
Medium length brown hair. Beard trimmed short. Built lean.
Weapon¬
A castle-forged steel Longsword, and Stark round shield.
History¬
To come...
Age- 32
Faction Ties- The Alliance
Rank in Faction- Sergeant
Appearance- Tall, Long Dark Hair, Lean, Grizzled Complexion
Attire- Wears a long trenchcoat, scarf, and hat
Weapons-
Model 1897 Trench Gun
M1911 Marine
Personal অশ্বশাবক 1862 Revolver
Equipment- Gas Mask, Binoculars, Canteen, Trench Knife
Age- 19
Faction Ties- Defiance
Rank in Faction- Private First Class
Appearance- Tall, Slender, Dark Hair
Attire- Resistance Fatigues
Weapons-
Webley Mk.5 Revolver
Equipment- Gas Mask, Canteen, Goggles, Trench Knife
Story-
"Mackie" was always a small kid growing up. He was bullied regularly and didn't really have a stable প্রথমপাতা with his father fighting in the war and his mother বিছানা ridden with illness. The young boy did everything he could to support her, care for her. But at the age of 16, his mother passed, and he was left all alone. When Britain বিভক্ত করা into two, Mackie was left on the wrong side of the conflict. His প্রথমপাতা of London, overnight, was turned to a raging battlefield. He only barely escaped the horrible place.
Years later he found the Resistance and trained to become a pilot's gunner, thinking he could do some good in keeping another soul safe.
This is an informational guide for the weapons in link
First off each and every firearm in this তালিকা is considered a black powder firearm which all required at least two মিনিট to reload, so please consider this when deciding your character.
~Standard Muzzle Loaded Rifles~
1853 Enfield, Union/Confederate
1861 Springfield, Union/Confederate
~Sharpshooter's Rifles~
1857 Whitworth, Confederate
1859 Sharps, Union
~Cap and Ball Revolvers~
1851 অশ্বশাবক Navy, Union/Confederate ~Six Shot~
1860 অশ্বশাবক Army, Union ~Six Shot~
1858 Remington, Union/Confederate ~Six Shot~
1861 LeMat, Confederate ~Nine Shot, Single Buckshot~
First off each and every firearm in this তালিকা is considered a black powder firearm which all required at least two মিনিট to reload, so please consider this when deciding your character.
~Standard Muzzle Loaded Rifles~
1853 Enfield, Union/Confederate
1861 Springfield, Union/Confederate
~Sharpshooter's Rifles~
1857 Whitworth, Confederate
1859 Sharps, Union
~Cap and Ball Revolvers~
1851 অশ্বশাবক Navy, Union/Confederate ~Six Shot~
1860 অশ্বশাবক Army, Union ~Six Shot~
1858 Remington, Union/Confederate ~Six Shot~
1861 LeMat, Confederate ~Nine Shot, Single Buckshot~