The Way of The Mercenary (Players Needed)

Alright, so my idea for this is as follows:

We all know the various wars and skirmishes that are happening in various parts of Africa everyday. Mercenaries are hired to bolster factions and businesses already large armies and raiding parties. Whether to guard, sabotage or kill... it has been agreed on, they are extremely effective. Merciless troops fighting for money with no sense of right or wrong are the perfect troops for any army. My idea will be based on this, an elite team of mercenaries hired by one of the various factions to destroy a dam belonging to another. This will flood their whole base of operations, thus making it easier for the other faction to gain dominance and territory.


The rules:
- This story will probably be classed in the M - MA ratings, so if this is not for you, do not join. You have been warned.
- No godmoding (being invincible/unkillable)
- Swearing is allowed and can be used freely in context with the situation
- No character controlling
- No RPG's to start off with alright?

The character sheet is as follows:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Country of Origin:
Physical description:
Hair:
Eyes:
Clothing:
Weapons:
Personality:
Bio:

The man in charge of this operation, (the elusive character known only as Remus), has sent a message to all of the top mercenaries requesting their aid in the matter. This will be an extremely dangerous mission which many of you will not return from alive... but can you resist the cash?


More info will be added later on.

Name: Mahihkan ( Lit Trans= Wolf in the Cree language)
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Country of Origin: Canada
Physical description: Standing at 6 feet 2 inches he is a rather physical intimidating person. A life time lived in the traditions of his people have given him a sinewy frame that speaks of great strength and endurance, his skin is highly bronzed from both the natural pigment of his people and lifetime spent outdoors. It is crisscrossed with scars and callouses and has a hardened look to it. While hair so black it has blue highlights hangs down half his back. Worn in a a traditional style braid it has silver rings woven into the braid. While in his eyes lurks the rational fury of a hunter, clearly visible in their black depths. His face is worn at all times in a solemn pride, running at exactly a 37 degree down it is a ragged scar, a memento of his spirit quest.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Clothing: Simple Black Cargo pants with a black tactical vest with rifle and handgun holsters as well as the requite ammo pouches worn on top of a black tank tops. Strung on top of the vest is a belt for holding frag and flashbangs. While on his head rest a comm unit made of an ear piece and a mic. On his feet are black combat boots slightly scuffed.
Weapons:
DSR-50 Sniper Rifle chambered in .50 BMG

M4A1 Carbine
- USSOCOM developed the Special Operations Peculiar Modification (SOPMOD) Block I kit for the carbines used by units under its jurisdiction. The kit features an M4A1 carbine, a Rail Interface System (RIS) handguard developed by Knight's Armament Company, a shortened quick-detachable M203 grenade launcher and leaf sight, a KAC sound suppressor, a KAC back-up rear sight, an Insight Technologies AN/PEQ-2A visible laser/infrared designator, along with Trijicon's ACOG and Reflex sights, and a night vision sight. This kit was designed to be configurable (modular) for various missions, and the kit is currently in service with special operations units.

MK23 Mod 0 Handgun chambered in .45 cal with a LAM

M67 Frag grenades

M84 stun grenades

KM2000 Combat Knife- German Made it is a 172 mm Black Kalgard coated, forged 440A stainless steel Westernized tanto blade


Personality: Mahihkan having lived a largely traditional lifestyle is quite the spiritualist but at the same time his hunter's fury will rise to the surface once and awhile. While an asset in combat in day to day life it makes others view him as something of a beast. However his military Training has endowed him with some professionalism and inner calm. That being said he lives his life by his code of honor and rules.

Bio:

Born on a Reserve in Northern Manitoba to a John Robert Lance Smith and a Silva Smith his original Name was Sean. he was from an early age a handful. The warrior's blood that flowed through his veins chafed under the mediocrity of normal life, his focus while outstanding outstripped his common sense. Respecting nothing but those few true warriors he met Mahihkan was soon kicked out of school after school for either beating the living shit of people he deemed weak or for proving his teachers idiots.

At the Age of 13 he underwent the spirit quest of his people to truly discover himself. For 7 days he fasted in the small shelter he built in the forests of Northern Manitoba, each day harder then the last. Till his Vision was shown to him, it's images beyond his weakened body's ability to understand. Striding from the shelter his steps slow and laggard from hunger a wolf appeared, it's frame lean from it's own hunger. Staring into it's eyes he saw the attack written in it's face a split second before the wolf's front claw tore open the child's face. Blood pouring down his face, turning the world red the child felt a rage grow inside him. A denial of the death that poured down his face The child grabbed hold of the wolf's throat and with every last ounce of strength fueled by this rage he throttled the life from the animal as his father chose that moment to see if his child's vision had come to him. The wolf killed by his son the Father stood awed for only the briefest of moments before tending as best as he could to Sean's wounds. Lifting him gently from the ground he carried him back to the Reserve where a Doctor managed to stabilize the child. The Elder's then gathered. Sean marked by the wolf was chosen to bear it's name. And thus Sean ceased to live and Mahihkan was born that day.

Because of his high rate of being kicked out most Teachers thought he was a mindless brute. An illusion he was quite happy to live up to for it made his victories over his so called teachers all that much sweeter. And so things went like that for awhile till one day during a Job convention his school forced him to attend he met a Military Recruiter.Here at last was something that would truly challenge this wild Native.

But Being only 16 at the time he was ineligible for direct entry. So for the next two years he truly studied the arts of combat, of tactics, and of war. For his body was already strong from the traditional lifestyle of his people. Learning of Marksmanship from a Retired Solider living Next door, Leadership from the Elder's, and Of Duty from his Parents he was soon 18.

Never finishing High school he enlisted ASAP into the army. Where he learned of Foul Mouthed Drill Sergeants whose will was law, of Vain Officer's who mere whim's where The words of God, and he learned what Hate truly was, his long hair and bronze skin seemingly offensive to some of his NCO's. But he withstood it all learning a new kind of strength. For their physical trails held no pain for him and their mental ones could not break the hunter's fury that burned within.

He learned teamwork and when their lessons where done he was shipped over to fight his country's enemies, his country's allies enemies, and anyone who seemed to object to the 1st world's wealth and power. Fighting in Bosnia, Africa,The First Desert Storm, And the New War on Terror he gathered the scars of both mind and body. The battlefield taught him his final lesson, the lesson of blood.

Growing disillusioned with the wars he fought he retired at the age of 38. But his hunter's fury burn as hot as ever. A year of a civilian's life was even harsher then the POW camps of the Afgan Rebels. For it seemed to go on forever. Hearing of PMC's he knew his hunter's fury would be fufilled, that the life of a Mercenary was short and brutal. So becoming one he work for several PMC's rising to the top of the field alongside other legendary Soldier's of Fortune.

And then came the letter, a hope for death on the battlefield, to finally extinguish his hunter's fury once and for all. Not that he sought death out , he would welcome it if it came. For after all he and Death where good friends.

Derek your character Mahihkan is approved (gret detail), and I will be posting my character sheet shortly. Anyone else willing to join just post your sheets here and I will take a look at them.

Thanks Veloctiy, I am surprised you think so. It isn't my greatest work considering I am like half asleep. ( Damm Insomnia)

wooo
this RP might just be perfect for me (2 mercenary characters in the chat and 1 mercenary organization)
can I reserve a spot? trying to think for a good character.

Mr Ious you can join as long as you supply a decent character sheet, a spot will be saved for you. And Derek if your sheet is undescriptive now then I would be absolutely flooded if it was as detailed as you say they usually are.


Name: Remus
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Country of Origin: USA
Physical description: Remus is well muscled from years of living and training in Africa and stands at 6’1”. His arms are bulky and muscular from harsh training that he started when he first became a mercenary. He knew he would have to bulk up if he ever wanted to beat some of the bigger, heavier mercenaries and bandits around. Now, because of it, Remus has extremely strong arms and can face off with even the largest opponent, using a combination of martial arts and guerrilla fighting. His legs are slight but well defined, making him agile and able to cover long distances quickly, no matter the terrain.
Hair: Spiky brown hair and short, rough stubble around his mouth.
Eyes: Brown muddy eyes. Remus’s eyes are always searching, scanning the area for any hint of change or distress. He can read people’s faces with ease, which has saved his life more than once. For instance, a gun dealer tried to set up an ambush for Remus (figuring he could collect the huge bounty on his head with ease), but this was not to be the case. Remus had arranged a little meeting with the dealer beforehand. This meeting ended with Remus sailing off with the shipment of weaponry and money, and the dealer being at the bottom of the Congo river… solid bricks of cement tied to his feet.
Clothing: Black sleeveless t-shirt underneath a brown, leather bulletproof vest. He also wears black leather gloves, army camo styled cargo pants and a pair of tough black combat boots.
Weapons: FAMAS (with 4 spare clips) strapped across his back, bowie knife strapped to the outside of his right thigh and a magnum in a holster on his belt. He also has 3 frag grenades attached to the belt around his waist. Remus also carries a Dragunov with him on special missions such as this one.
Personality: Remus is a cool, calculating man, never getting angry or frustrated even in the most hectic of situations. Although usually fairly neutral, Remus has a surprising streak of cruelty in him, whether this is natural or caused from some terrible experience in his early childhood remains to be seen. But when he is in one of these moods, all who know him steer clear, frightful of the consequences of doing something or even looking stupid in front of him.
Bio: Little to nothing is known about Remus, and the little that is known about him, a percentage of that is complete fabrications. Only if one were to filter out all the rumours and lies would they actually discover the truth. This is a list of the known, suspected and proven facts about him:
· He was born in Southern Arizona
· He joined up with the United States Military at the young age of 18 (of course under a different name)
· He left when he was 24 and then moved to Africa when he heard about the work there
· He has lived there for most of the separating 5 years as close as researchers can tell


That is all anyone has ever figured out about him.

You will discover more as the story progresses.

I hate to nitpick but the little details always did bother me.

The Amazon is a river in South America not Africa. And while that is of no real consequence your character's bio does not have him in South America at anytime .

Sorry to Nitpick Velocity.

Oops, thanks for that Derek. I'm glad you caught me on that.

Queeg, your character Craig is accepted. Finally someone actually chose to be Australian
Good job both of you, we will be starting shortly so be ready.

No problem, like I said the little details did always bother me.

And I realized my character is the oldest.

And we so need a local, ya know an African Character. A homegrown Merc if you will.

Oh fo sho, who wouldn't want to be Australian?

This roleplay instantly made me think of FarCry 2, but a much better game about mercenaries is Jagged Alliance 2, which I hope someone else has heard of.

Anyway, so it's the Congo River now, haha cool doing a bit of research for a character profile is always fun.

hello again velocity
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Name: Tyler Aelder

Gender: male

Age: 27

Country of Origin: South Africa

Physical description: Tyler has a smaller build then most mercenaries, his muscles are not large and toned, and he only stands at 158 cm (around 5 foot 2), although inconvienient for large weaponry, perfect for stealth. Tyler’s dark skin is filled with scars from his life that he usually makes up stories about, his most notable of which scars is a large one that slices right across his face.

Hair: very short black hair, as to make it low maintenance

Eyes: Large bright blue eyes, a very notable feature of his.

Clothing: He wears simply a pair of camouflage pants, worn from battle, as well as a singlet with a bullet proof vest hidden underneath, he wears a belt in which he keeps all his technical equipment and most his weaponry.

Weapons: ak-47 and a 50cal sniper rifle attached to straps on his back, and a desert eagle, smoke grenades hand grenades, and a combat knife attached to his belt

Personality: Tyler is a crafty one, although seen as an innocent happy-go-lucky kind of guy, he is very manipulative, and violent, yet he is always loyal to whoever he sees as the leader, a fault he developed from never having a true parent.
Bio: From a very young age, Tyler was taken out of the slums in South Africa and trained up as an explosives expert in a team of bandits; he worked for them, making thousands of rands, and living a better life then he would have if he stayed with his mother back in South Africa, so he wasn’t complaining.
But unfortunately, the team which he had considered family, didn’t see him, or any of the other members, in the some way, and were all quick to abandon each other over greed. Tyler strayed around for a few months, making money the only way he had learned, stealing, one day a man caught him, but rather then abusing him in some form, asked if he had ever considered mercenary work. He now finds himself in an elite band of mercenaries, among many people to be feared, and respected.

is this thread still open for more? if so i'd be interested

Moose, this thread is still open for characters and if you want to join that would probably wrap up our group nicely.

Danqaz your sheet is fine except for one detail. When you said "although incontinent for large weaponry, perfect for stealth", I think you meant to say that he is that he is not that capable with larger weaponry but is perfect for stealth. Unless he actually has the medical condition, which if he does, then that's also fine too.

crap, sorry, i mustn't have been paying attention at that point, i'll quickly fix it

cool... ill have a cs up 2nite

Name: Vladimir Kovalev
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Country of Origin: Eastern Germany

Physical description: 5’10”. 160 lbs. Olive to yellow skinned, showing the heritage to be of the southern Soviet mountain region. Vlad’s thin but well defined physique is a result of his passion for running. He is stout for his size but Vlad would not be an overpowering foe in hand to hand combat if he had no weapon. The mandatory, but basic, Sambo lessons he received while conscripted allows him the knowledge he needs to find his openings to strike in melee. His cheek, torso, and right forearm are dotted with penny sized circular scars from a failed pipe bomb diffusion effort years ago.
Hair: Black and ear length bowl cut.

Eyes: Dark brown. The pupils almost indiscernible from the iris.

Clothing: Standard black and green fatigue pants. Green T with black bullet proof vest. A pair of chain mail full sleeved gauntlets for protection when handling sensitive materials.

Weapons: Shoulder slung FN SCAR Lite 5.56mm assault rifle with 2 spare mags. Sig Sauer p222 Carry SAS .45 acp with 2 spare 8 rd. Mags. A multi tool for use in explosives wiring. Black backpack with 2 claymores, 9 blocks of c-4 with remote detonators and 3 300 ft fiberwire spools.

Personality: Vlad is fanatical about explosives. He has an excited temperament which contradicts the general idea of the demeanour an explosives expert should have. However Vlad can make it work. Known for immense talent and understanding of blasts, he has been regularly sought for advice on strategies, but his tendency of going off on “independent operations” has landed him plenty of disciplinary action everywhere he has been. He will get from point A to point B but Vlad may not necessarily follow the same map as the rest of the group, or his superiors. Chain of command, to him, means nothing.

Bio: Born in East Germany in the midst of the Cold War to a Soviet soldier and German mother, Vlad is fluent in both languages as well as the English taught in school. As a child he would stand with his father and stare over No Man’s Land, between the East and West checkpoints, at the American soldiers staring back. He remembers the hand across his face, at 13 years old, on the last day he was allowed to do so. He had waved at the American soldiers on the other side and they waved back. He saw them not as the enemy, as his indoctrination suggested, but as men who felt the same sense of duty that the Soviet soldiers did; an allegiance to the people of their country to protect their way of life. In 1990, after the reunification, his father was granted full German citizenship and was allowed to stay in Berlin. He viewed this as desertion by his father. This man who had preached the supremacy of the Union his entire childhood now turned his back on his beloved country to honour the flag of another. Seeing this, Vlad realised that national pride meant nothing in comparison to personal gain and well-being, especially monetary. From that point forward his only allegiance was to himself and himself alone.

He was conscripted into the German army where he was assigned to an explosives unit. There he learned his trade and excelled to the top of his class. He was selected to receive training in the US along side the Navy’s EOD recruits, again standing atop his class and also standing in line many times for Divisional Sidewalk Intensive Training due to his insubordination. After serving 4 years, he was released into civilian life but found out quickly that there isn’t much of a market for explosives experts in the real world outside of building demolition, Police work, or fireworks. None of which paid very well. The natural flow of events led him into the dark world of “For Hire” life.

Vlad would go anywhere and do any job so long as the money was right. He did regular work in Ireland, Russia, Serbia, and Turkey. Whether diversionary or destructive, he didn’t care. He professes to having never killed anyone, mainly since he was never around to see the carnage one of his blasts caused, so he sleeps with a clear conscious. The past 13 years of private work has provided well for him.

Nice choice of weapons.

Name: Dimitri Petrov

Gender: male

Age: 33

Country of Origin: Russia

Physical description: A 6 feet (181 cm) tall, athletic man. His skin is pale, unlike most other mercenaries, since he usually works in the cold climate of Russia. His hair was originally reddish brown, but he dyed it black for convienience. His eyes are light blue. He only weights around 70 kgs (154 lbs), which accounts for him being surprisingly agile for his size. Unlike most other mercs, he wears no tatoos.

Hair: Short, spiky, Black. a very practical hairstyle.

Eyes: large, Light blue

Clothing: A simple green T-Shirt topped with a bulletproof vest, with camo cargo pants.

Weapons:
1 Heckler & Koch MP5 SMG with 3 extra mags
1 Glock G21 pistol with 2 extra mags and a silencer
unknown amounts of various explosives
5 F1 grenades
5 MK3A2 concussion grenades

Personality: Bright and cheerful, a man that can easily boost the team's morale. He always have a plan B thought out, and the B stands for 'BOOM'. Sometimes he can be rather careless though, so watch out if you don't wanna get accidentally blasted by him. He often do things in an irrational way.

Bio: Not much known about his past, except the fact that he was born in Moscow. He's fluent in Russian as well as English. Most likely he was once part of a demolition team, working as the explosives expert. Somewhere along the way he also picks up a fondness with guns. He has only become a mercenary recently and is still actually in training. He knows well the dangers of being a mercenary and such, especially for this job. So why would a mercenary-in-training join this operation? Who the hell knows? He does what he wants!

Mr Ious wrote:He always have a plan B thought out, and the B stands for 'BOOM'.

Got a chuckle outta that one.