The year is 2011. As citizens of the nation Laiac (occupies north america) you have lived your lives in peace. Life is good. Food is plentiful. Lifespans are growing. That is, until the invasion. In 2009 your enemy, the nation of Durst made its move and attacked. For 2 years they have broken your borders, your spirits, your dwellings, and most of all, your loved ones. You are in check. The invading forces are moving closer and closer to your capital of Pan-Notiza. You see the tanks moving. You hear the footsteps of your oppressers in the streets. The only real question at this point is, what are you going to do to stop them?

This is a modern RP set in a world where peace is rare and danger is the norm.
The nations are diffrent but the planet remains the same.

I will take 5 people, no more for this RP (any more and it gets hectic)

The rules are...

An event will happen twice per day at hours to be determined (trying to find out when everyone can be on)
One event is about one hour of in game time.
Your actions to each event can be anything that you want to do (in the realms of reason)
that takes a total one hour or less.

Example:

Event: The group is getting low on water as they hide in their bunker.

Action: Leo wants to go search for water for 20 minutes and then clean his weapons for the remainder. Times do not need to be specified except for certain things that rely on time (searching for a gun cannot be done in one minute if you expect to find one)

ALL THESE THINGS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE!
This is supposed to be fun, if the majority doesn't like a rule I have, I will change it. I can adapt. Two or three spots may already be taken so apply when you can. This is not first come first served, that wouldn't be fair to the people who can't always be on.

After we get all the slots filled we will determine when we will start.

Fl@nked

If you are wondering about the new applications, PM me if you want to join.

im in

I am in as well. When do we make characters and what do we need to supple you with (Name, Equipment, Background, etc.)

This sounds pretty interesting, count me in too.
Name:Alexander Keyes

Appearance:A strong but lean seventeen-year old with lanky blond hair and bluish-green eyes. Stands at about 5'8" and weighs 130lbs. Normally wears a pair of ripped jeans and faded black t-shirt. Has a large scar across his left arm.

Strengths:Has been taught basic survival skills by his father, as well as the ability to fire a gun and hunt. He is also very gifted when it comes to all sorts of electronics, from fixing a broken iPod to hacking into the school's mainframe.

Weaknesses:Has only the natural body of a seventeen-year old, so he is not particularly tough or strong. Also, there is always a chance that he will finally snap from his experience, and completely break down.

Personality:On the outside he is friendly if somewhat quite. At times he seems to space out or seemingly become disinterested and disconnected from what's going on, but he is normally fairly intelligent and quick to figure things out. Has a bit of a cynical streak at times, but normally he genuinely cares about the people around him. Can also be dangerously trustful of people he meets for the first time.

Inventory: Jeans and t-shirt, battered backpack containing a toothbrush, a nearly empty bottle of hairgel, a hunting knife he once stole from his father and a tarnished silver Zippo.

Motivation: At the time the war began Alexander was living a normal life with his parents, in a town of relatively small size, and even after the war began life was for the most part peaceful. However this all changed one day when one of the Durst pushes drew too close to the town. As Alex was out picking up groceries for his parents a flight of Durst bombers flew over the town and deliver a considerable payload that destroyed much of town. When the bombing began Alex ran straight for his house, and arrived just in time to witness it be blown to a smoking ruin. Stunned, he did the first thing that came into his head: run. Alex ran and ran even as tanks tore through the streets and troops parachuted in. He later woke up in the forest outside the town, with no memory of the incident and a large shrapnel wound on his left arm (from being too close to his house). He soon discovered that his town had been overrun by the Durst army, and too afraid to return he set out for a cabin he knew was nearby and gathered a few supplies and then began traveling away from the Durst front as fast as he could. He is now mostly fighting for survival and has yet to remember what happened to his parents.

Hm I think Ill enjoy this, I'd like in.

Edit: Ok here is my info how you asked for it.

Name: Matt Larson

Appearance: 5' 7" 160 pounds. A fair bit of muscle with little fat, a little on the lanky side. At first glance he appears to be an average sixteen year old high school student, having short brown, curly hair, and usually wearing a t-shirt with a button up over it and baggy jeans. He has a small patch of brown hair on his chin in an attempt to grow a small beard.

Strengths: Matt is gifted with fairly good accuracy due to many years of practice as well as a basic understanding of military functions. He is proficient at concealing his presence and possesses decent tracking abilities. Matt also has a fondness for flying due to a love of flight simulator games. If pressed he could possible fly a very basic aircraft without any instruction.

Weaknesses: While he is a good shot, Matt's fighting abilities leave a lot to be desired. He does not know any form of martial art, and the only fighting experience he has were schoolyard scuffles, which he almost always lost. He is fairly weak so any punches he managed to land would not have much power. Also, while Matt does know a little about flying, he is an absolutely terrible driver, having failed his driving test three times already.

Background: Matt is a fairly average teenager. Having grown up in the suburbs outside of the capital, he has had a fairly normal childhood. Not the most popular kid in school, but not hated by everyone, he has never really had much challenge in his life. An avid gamer, he has a fascination with the military and loves modern shooters. This combined with his love for hunting give him a decent understanding of guns and modern tactics. Having hunted deer with his father since he was young, he is fairly skilled with a scoped high powered rifle. Both of his parents lead normal lives until the recent war, with his father being drafted into the military and currently on the front lines. His mother took up a part time job in order to help support the family while his father is at war.

Personality: Matt is a fairly talkative teenager, able to make friends but not a glutton for attention. His deer hunting has given him a good deal of patience as well as a knack for keeping quiet. He is very patriotic and would have gone off to join the military at wars outbreak had he been old enough. He is fairly desensitized to violence due to his love of violent video games as well as years of hunting. He is also currently in a relationship with one of his classmates, Amy Young. They have been together for over two years and Matt's feelings for her are quite obvious when they are together.

Inventory: The only real weapon Matt has at his disposal in his house is his late fathers Remington 700 bolt action rifle with a 10 x 40 scope and a single box of .308 rounds. Besides his regular clothing his also owns a nice suit of camo which he used when hunting.

Motivation: When war broke out Matt had wanted to enlist along with his father, but he was far too young. Two weeks before the start of this RP, he and his mother received a letter from the government informing them that his father had been captured by Durst forces, tortured for information, and then executed along with six other soldiers from his unit. Matt has sworn he will resist the advancing Durst forces, and kill as many enemy soldiers as he can, even if it costs him his life.

Count me in, please

This looks like fun. I'll play if you'll have me. I can't really begin in earnest until monday though. Possibly a little sooner.

I like the characters so far. Kudos to Tsurugi and Rex for the nice backgrounds. I want to try and start this monday. I believe this will be the best day to start not only because Rex will be on then but because I will not have access to a computer until then (going on a trip) I am reworking the action system because I realized last night that you can't do combat hour by hour. I like the people in so far and I don't want to give someone the boot so we will stick with these six people, contrary to the title post. For your character you will need:

Appearance:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Personality:

Inventory: (be conservitive, and I will supply you with guns after you start)

Motivation: Why are you fighting?

Anything else you would care to add is fine as well. Like I stated, I will supply you with guns after we start so if you have a small handgun with a few rounds, thats fine. I do not however, want you to be a walking armory. We are going for a bit of realism here. I don't mean to be a rules freak but it seems to me that it is easy to go downhill after too many mistakes. Any questions or comments, post it here. We will start the RP in this thread (don't want to use up too much space.) If you would like a change or if you want to start sooner, I will change things if its what everyone wants. Just be aware that if we do start sooner the story will sit from Thursday to Monday. If that is okay though, I am fine with starting tonight. Just let me know.

Name: Thomas Marchand

Appearance: Slender, average high, 19 years old, pale skin and deep blue eyes.
Buzzed hair, little brown bristle.

Strengths: Agile and stealthy, knows how to be almost invisible, knows how to pick locks, and break into places.

Weaknesses: Not very strong (physically), not doing well with big weapons

Background: Had a pretty normal life before the war, two parents and everything seemed to be alright. With his father being drafted into the army, he's mother working in the industrious to support the war effort, he's alone, he learn to look after himself in that time, he manage to survive, but he is very lonely.
The first man he killed a month after his father were taken, a thief cam to his house, Thomas was hiding in the kitchen, he took a botcher's knife from the kitchen and attacked the man from behind, chopped his back and killed him intently, he cleaned it up, and manage to hid the body. Since then he's sticking to the shadows and tiring to stay alive

Personality: He hates the war, just looking for some peace and quite.
Despise stupids power struggles, just tiring to make it get out of this situation in one peace
He don't seek glory or anything like that, thou, he hats hes loneliness.

Inventory: Handgun and a silencer, few magazines, a knife and a lock piking tools

Motivation: Surviving, he don't care much for the country or the people, he just want to stay alive, at all costs.

PS1=> It's 0315 AM here, just for you to know :P
PS2=> As you've provably figured it out, I'm not native for english, pardon me if my english is lame

I was wondering about that, but for it not being your native language you speak it well. What is your native language?

Are we going to use OOC or the spoiler system? Also Im up for starting tonight if anyone else is interested

Sorry pal, were gonna have to start monday because I got a storm where I am right now and my internet keeps dropping. One thing I need to know though is do you guys want to meet up with each other by yourselves or do you want me to take a bit of character control and insert you into a plot device? Let me know. See you guys monday.

PS: How do you use the spoiler system?

Fl@nked

Right on man. Um it doesnt really matter to me how my character is introduced, its your story so do what works best for you and the overall storyline and I will adapt. And what I meant by the spoiler system is what Darth Mobius is going to do in the Counter terrorism RP where everything you type pertains to the story unless you put it in a spoiler box.

I am ok with you putting us together though I dont relly care either way.

Fl@nked:
I was wondering about that, but for it not being your native language you speak it well. What is your native language?

NocWis:

Fl@nked:
I was wondering about that, but for it not being your native language you speak it well. What is your native language?

My native language is....

So where do you live? That may or may not be a stupid question.

Me? on a weird place called Earth

Oh, BTW, the fact that I'm native Hebrew speaker doesn't necessary means that I'm Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist or whatever.

Ammm.... small talks are cool but I don't think we should do it on the forum, some people call it spam :p

If you want to small talk here its fine. I am sending this message just before I leave.

Have fum mate,
If someone is still let me know, I'll keep checking for replies

NocWis:
Ammm.... small talks are cool but I don't think we should do it on the forum, some people call it spam :p

BTW

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Who were you talking to?

Here is the updated character sheet. Oh, and I vote for the spoiler system as opposed to OOC. It's what we're using in post apocolyptic western and it distinguishes really well.

BTW, Tsurugi, look on the bright side, we have time to improve our characters

EDIT:

I am back guys and now its time to start. We will be using the spoiler system, I would appreciate it if someone said how to use it (still in the dark here) I will be trying to post at least twice per day if not more. If I can't post I will give you a heads up. I will be taking minor control of your characters to begin this but I will try to lay off the specific actions since I do not want to do something contrary to your characters. This will be from each character's point of view.

Lets Begin.

The ties were starting to cut into your wrist now as you lay on the rubble streaked sidewalk.
It was a blur what happened before you were captured. They started to close in on your escape route. You were almost out when...... It all goes blank from there. Now there wasn't much left to do. Just enough time to eat the barrel of a forty-five. Not by choice, but does it really matter? You can turn your head just enough to see the Durst soldier load his handgun with excruciating leisure. He placed the gun on the first man. You look away as you hear the shot. You don't want an image like that plaguing your last moments. Another shot. Another. Another. You had always seen them executing rebels. On the street, on the grass, on the sidewalk. Always the same. You never thought you would be in the same place. Another shot rings in your ear as the soldier "deals with" another man with no remorse. Its almost your turn now. He places the gun on another man. You turn away once again, only to hear the inevitable shots. Shots? You think to yourself. Why would he need that many rounds? You ponder until you look to the side once more. The soldiers who were previously watching the grisly countdown now lay on the ground. The excecutioner himself now fell to the sidewalk. People in kevlar vests and jeans run towards you and the others. You knew these people, rebels just like you. Just like the people on the ground who had already been "punished" They cut you and the others loose from your zip-cuffs. Your stretch your legs and you stand for the first time in what seems like hours. A husky man who looks to be in his 40s talks to a beautiful woman with red shoulder length hair. She seems to be around 20. She is handed a USP .45 from the other rebels. You recognize her as one of the others on the ground. A few of the men who rescued you start looting the dead soldiers for their ammo and guns. You and the small croud of the others who were just saved are approached by the woman now. "They say that my enemy's enemies are my friends. Lets test that out. You all have seen what this cruel war machine does to innocents. I bet half of you have not even committed a crime besides survival. We are going to strike back for our country, our friends, and our soldiers. Are you in?" she asks with her arms folded, USP in hand.

"I suppose I could continue my services to your country even if I am not being paid." Tsurugi dusts himself off and adjusts the bandana over his eye. "I could however use a weapon."

"In? Am I in? I am so in! You guys are awesome!" Pan enunciated quickly while walking toward the lady with the gun. "I'm Pan" he paused thoughtfully " ... Macintosh ... I'm a one man war machine, I'm invincible, I like your hair by the way; do I get a gun?" Pan said reaching for the lady's USP. 45.

*Looking up, Alexander finds himself standing in a small crowd of people, and his wrists are sore. For a moment he is utterly confused as to where he is, but in seconds he remembers the nightmarish run through the forest, the terror of being hunted, the man stepping out from behind a tree with riflebutt raised, and the blackness that followed. Even as this passes through his head he hears a woman speaking about striking back, and after a moment he realizes that the questions she asks are directed at him as well. After a kid even younger than himself tries to scoop the ladies gun Alex speaks up.*
"I'll join, if you'll have me. Though I'm not sure what a kid like me could possibly do, I wanna get back at those Durst bastards for....for invading my town. Count me in Lady."

To Sam she says "We can't pay you but we could use your combat experience" She then looks over at the boy's attempt to take her weapon. "This is mine." she says icily as she bats Pan's hand away from her gun and steps back. "You will get a gun soon enough" she says in a softer tone to Pan as she digests his statement about her hair. "No one needs to worry about being armed" she follows up to everyone. Then addressing Alex, she states "Age doesn't matter as long as you have the will to fight back and the knowlege to realize what these monsters are doing." She yells to the older man "Bring the truck around, their reinforcements will be here any minute" Looking back to the newly-freed prisoners before her, she says "We don't know where your allegiances lie for sure so for now you and a handful of soldiers will wait a couple miles away. We will meet up with you and brief you from there" she finishes. Seconds later, a large hunter-green SUV pulls up. You can see this vehicle has obviously seen its share of combat from the many bullet holes and the missing side mirror. The passenger side door pops open only to be followed by a string of curses as the driver sees his charges. "Why do I get carriage duty?" he says under his breath.

"I expect payment of some sort when this is all over but for now I will fight for you." With that he turns away from the lady with the pistol and gets in the SUV filled with bullet holes. "Comon guys lets let these people do what they came here to do."

As he listens to the red-haired womans recruitment speech, Matt looks around at the crowd of people who were now stuck in the same situation as him. He pauses for a moment to try and think back as to how he ended up like this. Thats right.... He had heard that the Durst soldiers were coming through the short wave radio. He and his mother had already had a bag packed in case they needed to run quick. His mother... when had they been seperated... He remembered running to the edge of town when he had to go back... but what for.... He had told his mother to go ahead, he had to go back..... for Amy! Thats it he was going back to get Amy! But he had never made it to her house on the outskirts of town. He quickly asks the red-haired woman: "Please do you know what happened to the other people in town? Did they get out alright?!" He also notices that both his bag and his fathers rifle are gone. "Also have you seen a small bag and a Remington 700 rifle anywhere around here? Thats my late-fathers rifle and the only thing I have to remember him by!"

As the red-haired woman hopped into the back of a jeep she caught Matt's question. "I can't say that I have seen anything like that, if you are lucky you'll find it" she yells over the roar of the jeep. "As for the people, I don't know." she says with finality and a grim look on her face as the jeep peels out and flies into the distance. The man in the car then yells at Matt, Alex, and Pan. "Get in the !@#$ing car!" he yells, obviously annoyed.

Thomas get's up, a little bit shocked, can't believe he have survived this one, he tries to realize how he end up like this, and snap back to reality.
he shouts and ask the lady the lady "wa....wait! can I came with you? "