The Year After (Sign up Here! Needs more players please)

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Hey, I'm pretty new here, but I hope I might be able to make a decent impression on the forum, but onto the RP.
Both Guys & Girls welcome. 'Tis for all to enjoy.
This isn't just action/adventure, it can be espionage, romance, tragedy, whatever you like!

Setting
Location: Western Europe, Northern France, The Low Countries, West Germany, and Southern England.

Era: 1987 A.D.

Scenario: The year is 1987, the year after the North Atlantic Treaty Organization was decimated, and the forces of the United States of America were driven out of Western Europe. The worst nightmare of our fathers and theirs before them has come true. War with the Soviets. The Soviet Union has conquered most of the old world, and their campaigns in the new world are going well, rumors from across the sea are that Tactical Nuclear weapons are in use, but these are just rumors, nothing more... Remnants of the American and NATO forces still conduct small-scale raids, but nothing that could possibly be of any significant threat to the Soviet Union. Without organization, they are excellent training for the Soviet Armed Forces. But, a few refuse to give up, and in their determination, a small Spark of hope is ignited in a room of darkness...

RPers may choose to be one of the poor souls of the US Armed Forces left behind, or perhaps a Pilot of the valiant yet broken NATO, or a Conscript in the Red Army, or the local Village girl or boy. The choices are limitless, live another life, in a European Soviet Union. And I'm sure you're asking, "What's the point?" Well, quite plainly, survive. Depending on your faction it may differ immensly. I.E., Soviet: Crush the Freedom Fighters and help spread true peace acroos the planet. CIvillian: Well, survive, be sucessful in life... etc.


I'll start off.

Name: H. Dickinson

Faction: US Remnants, General Infantry

Rank: Corporal

Age: 24 Years

Race: Caucasian

Equipment:
Kalashnikov(AK) Model 1947 (AK-47): Standard Soviet Assault Rifle with attached supressor,
Colt .45 ACP,
Vodka ,
Battle Dress Uniform (BDUs),
Kevlar Helmet,
Green Plastic "Army Man",
A tattered and worn US Flag,
and a pair of reading glasses.

Skills and Attributes
Multi-Lingual,
Keen Eye,
Intelligent,
Loyal,
Lazy,
Bulky,
And somewhat violent.

Personality Corporal Dickinson is an easy going kind of guy, as well as a tactician, he;s more of the brains than the brawn. He tries to find humor in everything and keep an optimistic output most of the time, even though his dire situation.

Background: Born and raised in Rural Kentucky, Corporal Dickinson Enlisted in the United States Army at the age of 22 Years, when tension with the Reds was reaching the breaking point, he had nothing to lose, so he decided to join up, defend freedom, get the girls, get those nifty discounts, and perhaps, die for his country. Smuggling in his old good luck charm from his childhood as well. When the war started, he was stationed in southern England, fortunately for him. When the war finally reached him, it was already in full favor of the Reds, with only disorganization and full scale retreat, he fled into the countryside, only after securing with him a tattered American flag. After surviving in the wild and living off of small hamlets for about a year, he decides, that he might as well try to do something for the good of the world.

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RULES
Cursing: In moderation, so long as it's used in context for the RP and not directed at flaming or offending other RPers, s'all cool with me, but please, use it logically.
Absolutely NO Graphic descriptions of Sexual Intimacy! I will not permit that in my RP. Romance, yes. Sensual feelings, yes. Hinted Sex, passable. But no graphic descriptions, please.
No racism, sexism, or any other thing like that is not permitted. Spitting and cursing at eachother, cool as long as it's not here.
So, are we clear?
Good.
Take it easy!
The theme for the RP, and I don't own it. 100% Rickroll free, I assure you.

Name: David Long

Faction: US remnants, Green Beret

Rank: Special Forces Soldier

Age: 27

Race: Caucasian

Equipment:

M-1 Garand, Thompson, AK-47 (acquired from Soviets due to a lack of ammunition available for Thompson), two Colt 47s, short distance radio, Special Forces uniform

Skills and Attributes:

-Speaks 3 languages, English, German, and Russian

-Wilderness survival skills

-Thinks fast

-Wiry strength, people are surprised at how strong he really is based on his appearance

-Can fuse/defuse a bomb..although he can only make small ones

-Skilled trapper, he can make an area one big death trap in about a day and a half

-Has had the advanced training of a U.S. Special Forces soldier

Personality: David is resolute and determined to survive, and to take as many Soviets with him as he can while doing so. He has no reason to try and escape Europe, and so he has already decided to stay and live his life using the special training he received to wreak havoc on his nation's enemy. He is not friendly, and refuses to take orders from anyone except for a Special Forces Captain, which there are almost none of left behind.

Background: David has been in Europe since the end of his training, nearly 9 years, and has been involved in many dangerous situations. When he was told he would be left behind, he did not become angry, but saw it as an even greater oppurtunity to serve his country. When the Soviet threat began, his company decided to move in..and were decimated by an ambush and the few survivors scattered. David hasn't seen any of them since then, and has given up hope on their survival, instead concerning himself only with his own survival and the death of his enemy.

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OOC:Hey, Jimmeh, if your guy was involved in WWII, you might want him to be a bit older.
No offense or anying, I'm not trying to create your character for you, just trying to keep realism up.
Have Fun!

ooc: lol wow, i didnt even notice that until you brought it up

OOC: Alright, I'm going to go ahead and start this puppy. Feel free to sign up and join in whenever you like!

It was a serene sight. It was just before dawn, the dew was like drops of silver speckled everywhere. Corporal Dickinson snatched a leaf off of a bush and licked the moisture from it quickly, then threw it into the pile of dead leaves beside the bush, Don't want to leave any sign for those Red Bastards to find me, now then do I? He thought to himself, as he strolled through the undergrowth of the forest. Seeing what must have been a path before the retreat, he decided to follow it, seeing as how it would wind up somewhere of importance. As he marched along, his thoughts drifted, he saw his home, his mother, father, his old Girlfreind, his best freind, his car... He knew he would never see any of that again, nor would he ever even be on that side of the Earth again. They're probably all dead anyways... the damn Red nukes probably took 'em out in the night while they were sleeping, at least it was painless... He walked through the forest, little splotches of light flooded the ground, then a thought occured to him, why not do something to pass the time, ah-h-h! A song. One he remembers from a story his grandfather told him.

Little John
He has gone
Out to see the world alone
Staff and hat,
Look at that,
He's one happy cat.
But his mommy cries a lot
Now she has no Johnny got.
"Fortune find,
But you mind,
Come back to your kind."

He sang under his breath as he just started to see lights up ahead of a hamlet, he then unfolded a faded map that he was able to snatch off a dead Russkie.

Seven years,
Joy and tears,
John in many lands appears.
Then he thought
That he ought
To go home and got -
But now he's no Johnny small,
No, he is now big John tall.
Tall and tanned,
Face and hand.
Will they know this man?

Looks like I'm in Southern Yorkshire, at the northern end of Nottingham Forest... Good, He thought, the resistance is strong in these parts. He then stood up, slung his AK around, checked it for Ammunition, and marched on with caution.

One, two, three
Pass and see,
Don't know who this man might be.
Even Sis:
"Who is this?"
Knows not who he is.
Then along comes mother dear,
Barely sees his eyes so clear,
Says: "My son,
Welcome home,
God bless you my son."

"Who goes there!?!" Sounded a voice in the distance.

Dickinson froze, then, realizing they might be British, decided to quote a bit of comedy, "It is I Arthur, King of the Britons!"

"And just who might go about proclaiming themselves to be our King? Retorted the Voice.

Dickinson thought for a riddle, one that wasn't very good, historical though, but he doubted an unedjucated conscript couldn't decipher it, "An old enemy and a new freind!"

What came next suprised Dickinson, "From across the pond, eh?

"Maybe." Dickinson could hear suppresed whispers, A megaphone, he figured,

"Alright then Yank, come on in."

Then Dickinson knew it was a trap, no one would openly invite one to their area, probably with an escort, but not just walking around freely. He then shouldered the AK and proceded, with casual, yet extreme caution...

David sat perched in a tree nearby as the scene unfolded rather quickly. He was hidden perfectly by a thick layer of leaves and his camoflauge uniform. He had his M-1 Garand against his shoulder and aimed at the Corporal, he did not intend to shoot him..just to follow where he went closely. David also figured it must be a trap, he had never heard of such a thing happening openly and without a reason.

He wasn't really sure why he was so concerned about the fate of this Corporal. He was not his Captain, he was not part of his old unit. However, the uniform of a United States soldier made this man valuable in David's eyes for a reason unknown to him. He didn't consider himself a United States citizen anymore, he was a soldier and a loner, not bound to any other man. What was it that they had called them in Medieval times? A free lancer? David thought that sounded right. He had a purpose, but nobody else had given it to him. He called his own shots, and that was final.

With quiet anticipation and alertness, David watched and waited to see how things were going to continue. He would help the man if trouble occured, but if all went well he would simply leave and find a new purpose. He had tracked and watched this Corporal with great interest, and it seemed the road he had followed had finally led him somewhere, but it was a deadend either way in the soldier's mind.

DIckinson crept forward, trying to calm his irratic breaths in the cool morning air, they probably had five AKs trained on him right now... If only I can make them think that there's someone else...-I got it! He then picked up a decently sized rock, and heaved it about 13 meters to his right, snapping a couple of branches. His ruse worked, three belches of automatic fire erupted towards the rock. And Dickinson split, all the will giving suppresive fire at his assailants. When his boots hit the ground, it felt like thunder, and when he jumped, flying, Hell, I'm in shellshock again... He made his way deeper and deeper into the forest, Hopefully to the point that they'd give up... Dickinson then suddenly stopped and found a nearby gully to hide in, while changing his AK's Mag, he set up a slightly defensible position. He could already hear their boots crunching through the undergrowth...

David was ready to react in seconds as soon as the gunfire sounded. His gun snapped up and he shot through the leaves, hearing a muffled grunt marking a hit on one of the ambusher-would-bes. The Corporal fired at them, and the sound of gunfire blocked out any possibility of knowing whether or not he had hit one of them. 4 men emerged and started to run after Dickinson, and with a well placed shot David blew out the back of one's head, leaving three chasing after his new "friend" that was now running for his life.

With remarkable agility, David quickly made his way out of the tree and threw his M-1 Garand into a bush by it, pulling out his Thompson and chasing after the 3 men, hoping to be of a little more assistance to the Corporal.

As one of the asasilants ran by Dickinson, he shouldered his AK ready for the next, This bastard'll wish he stuck to sucking up to the Reds... The unwitting man jumped down, Dickinson saw he wore no Soviet uniform, it appeared he was a would-be Highway man, none the less, Dickinson unleashed a burst of 6 molten 7.62 rounds into his torse and one to the head. This of course attracted the attention of the late highwayman's comrades, who started making their way back to the Corporal's position...

David saw the Corporal up ahead gun down one of the men, and raised his Thompson to fire at the one running up to him. He unleashed a volley of five bullets, trying to conserve the ammo, and watched as the man fell to the ground, his back and neck ripped open by the speeding bullets. As the last one ran back towards the Corporal, David raised his gun and shouted, "Halt! Drop your gun!" Maybe he could figure out what was going on, he just hoped that the Corporal wouldn't do anything stupid and attack the man, who had dropped his gun and had his hands raised into the air.

Dickinson was supsised by the voice, it wasn't the native English, nor was it Russian, it sounded,... American... He reloaded his AK and proceded to look for the other two men, There was gunfire as well... Then another thought occured to him, More Americans! Perhaps I've finally reached the North! He then turned a corner and saw one of the assailants, who had his arms in the air and had discarded his weapon. "Where's your freind?"

"I d-don't know, sah." Admitted the man, with a British accent.

"Liar," Dickinson said, then grabbing his AK, he struck the man acroos the face with its Butt.

"I swear I don't know sah!" The man whimpered, moving away.

Why is it that they never talk? Dickinson was about the hit him again, when an idea occured to him, Perhaps they haven't been exposed to the Soviets...