The Falcon's Militia Rp

Backstory

Victoria, British Columbia, Canada- January 2076

It had only been a few months since the complete annexation of Canada by the US had been finalized. All around Canada, including Victoria, protesters and rioters tried to make their voice heard but the US military presence in Canada, crushed the throat of all those who tried to speak out. Rioters and protesters alike were shot dead in the streets without mercy as they continued to voice their opinion. Photo's were smuggled out of the country to let the American people see what their military was doing to the Canadian people. It had little to no impact on the answer, the Canadian people were looking for. And so, the Canadian population continued to be oppressed by the US military might. There seemed to be little hope to the Canadain people, every where they walked, a US patrol or guard post was there watching them. Some tried standing up against the opressors, but were shot down dead before they could do anything at all.

Soon, Canadian militia were being organized all around Canada. All working to rid the American scourge that plagued their little corner of the country. They all had seperate names for their militia, but the most famous and most effective militia in all of Canada was what they called themselfs, The Falcon's.

The Falcon's were a multi-cultural militia, made up of Canadians of all different backgrounds, and American soldiers deemed AWOL by their superiors and fellow soldiers. The Falcon's attacked anything and everything they could that was being sent to America for military use. They attacked Railroad lines that offloaded tanks, APCs, and other vehicles. The Falcon's attacked bridges that lead to the US, causing serious delays for American convoys heading to and from the US. They also attacked convoys leading to Alaska. The Flacon's began to grow in numbers and legend. The American government deemed the Falcon's a terrorist orginization, and any and all who stood with or claimed to be apart of the Falcon's were to be executed immediatly. As things worsened on the Anchorage front, all American soldiers stationed in Canada were told that dealing with the Falcon's was "Top priority, and any sign of resistance in area's known to have Falcon activity, were to be dealt with harshly, and with no mercy." But the Falcon's just kept on gloating in their pride and successfulness against the American plague.
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Current Situation

The skies over Victoria were dark and grey. The street's of the sea side city were empty of any and all civilians. Only American patrols were out on the street, keeping an eye out for any sign of Falcon activity, and anything else that was out. The city had been put under a 6pm curfew, anyone out later than 6pm was taken in to the local police station, and questioned with a list of questions, that if answered wrong or seemingly wrong to the soldiers, the person was severely injured or never seen again.

People looked out their windows, but quickly closed them as Amercian soldiers drove by armed with heavy machine-guns and assault rifles. The ports and bay of Victoria were silent, the boats gently rocked in the water as they were checked for any sign's of a smuggling operation by patroling soldiers who had nothing better to do. Some joked and laughed together, all while in a dark cellar of a house, a major attack was being planned by the Falcon's top leaders.

The windows were blacked out with blankets and dark sheets, thick enough so the leaders could have a single light that hung in the middle of the cellar. A wooden table lay in the middle of the cellar, three men and two women sat smoking and looking over a map that was sprawled across the entire table, showing Victoria and the area around the city. Two heavily armed guards stood next to the door. The door had a small sliding slat that the guards could view who was at the door, a minor safeguard to protect the leaders of the Falcon.

As the leaders looked the map over, time and time again, they spoke whatever came into their mind. As the Falcon's were a multi-cultural orginization, so was the group of leaders. Two of the leaders were ex-american patriots who had their own stories of joining the Falcon's. Joyce, was a activist against the American oppression of Canda, and fled to Victoria after she was given a wanted sign by a friend who was also an activist. Frank, was a US soldier who deserted his company after he saw the horrors American soldiers did to captured Candian "terrorists". Louie, was a French Canadian from Ontario who was once a great poet and used words as his tool against the American plague. Annie was also French Canadian, but she was just a simple house wife who joined the fight against the Americans after her husband joined, and was later killed by a firing squad. Marcus who was a British Columbian native, joined the Falcon's after he and two friends attacked a small American patrol, where in the end, both of Marcus' friends were killed, and it left Marcus with serious injuries that he later recovered from. They all worked together, all fighting for a free Canada, and they commanded with an "Iron Fist". The miliamen and women under command of the Falcon's were trained hard and commanded well. They were almost like a small totally collective army, but with more freedoms than a soldier would have in the army.

The leaders spoke to one another about the major attack that was to come. All seemed ready and willing to die for this attack to work. Marcus, Frank, Louie, Annie, and Joyce were always in the field of battle with their fighters.

"When the clock strikes midnight, we will make our attack. Every guard post and station is open for attack. Police stations, whatever the American devils are using for a base of operation, will be attacked. Joyce's team will blockade major streets and alleyways that the Americans could use to stop us. Louie's team will cut down any phone wires and poles so the soldiers can't get a relay to their support up north. If they succeed in getting a message to the Northern command, our attack is going to be a failure, and will turn into a massacre. Marcus' team, Annie's team, and my own team will cause as much chaos and confusion so Joyce and Louie's teams can get their jobs done." Frank said pointing to specific points on the map. The leaders all agreed to the plan, and grabbed their weapons from behind them. They all gave their farewells and good lucks to one another, turning out the light before they left. One of the guards gathered the map, and wrapped it around one of his legs from the knee down. It didn't look odd at all, the leaders and the guards left, all quickly dispersing to their locations. Their teams were already gathered, and waiting to hear the plan of attack.

The time was 11:45pm. The dawning hour was soon to strike, along with the major attack. If the attack did not work, the streets of Victoria would be washed in blood of those killed by American soldiers.
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This is where you will begin. You are a Canadian or American militiaman or woman, fighting against the American plague that has Victoria BC by the throat. So gather your weapons and whatever else you may need to help you fight the Americans, and free Victoria of her oppressors. I would like it if everyone had a different background, and were'nt all just ex-Canadian or American soldiers with combat experience. Farmers, Grocer's, Street punks etc. would be nice since it is a militia of different backgrounds.
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Rules

1. Dr. Strangelove is the game moderator/Gamemaster, what I say goes.

2. No Insulting other players for any reason.

3. If you must talk to another player about something other than the Rp, PLEASE send a PM. NO OOC's will be on my Rp. It will give me cause to give you an immediate suspention from the Rp for two days. No exceptions.

4. When your character is thinking of something, please put it in Italics.

5. If you have some kind of problem with the Rp, send it via PM to Dr. Strangelove.

6. Their may be swearing, just have it so it fits the Scene of your post, don't abuse this rule by any means or you will be kicked.

7. If I see anyone breaking away from what I have created, they will be given 1 warning first, and the next time they will be kicked from the Rp all together. Do not try and take control of the Rp, that will get you kicked without a thought from myself.

8. I am a strict GM, but as long as you follow the rules and don't do anything that would in your mind give me cause to kick or suspend you. It will be fine.

9. If you post at the same time I do, edit your post to meld with mine. Just so we don't have any confusion or arguments and the story can keep going.

10. Have fun with this Rp, its very important you follow this rule as well as the others.
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Character Sheet

Name:
Age: (No 17 year olds or 55 year olds, please)
Race: (No ghouls, obviously)
Gender:
Appearence:(Height, Weight, hair, eyes etc.)
Weapons: (No more than four or five)
Armor/Clothing: (No power armor, maybe later?)
Misc Bag: (What your character carries: Food, Water, Extra Ammo etc. is vital for survial)
Personality: (How your character is with others, no loners PLEASE! This is a team Rp)
Bio: (How your character got invovled with the Falcon's Militia)
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My Character Sheet

Name: Marcus Fairbanks

Age: 32

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Appearence: Short Black hair, Brown eyes, Thin beard from shaving, Height: 5' 10", Weight: 190lbs, Light Tan skin, Two bullet scars: One on the top of his left peck and the other on his right shoulder.

Weapons: M38 Mosin Nagant, Browning HI-Power, KA-BAR Knife, x4 Frag Grenade, Thommy Gun

Armor/Clothing: Brown Leather Jacket, Black Sweater, Kevlar vest, Grey Pants, Black boots

Misc Bag: x5 Magazine of 7.62x56R, x5 Clip of 9mm, x3 Drum of .45, x6 Insta-mash, x1 Canteen of Water

Personality: Marcus is a caring person to those under his command. He is a tough leader who demands the best from those he serves with. When someone is in danger, Marcus is the first one there to help in anyway he can. He has no tolerance for American diplomacy in Canada, and wants all Americans out of British Columbia, and Canada all together, and will do it by any means necessary.

Bio: Marcus grew up in Victoria BC, and has lived there all his life. He used to take vacations down to Washington State and Oregon, but when he got older, and the fear of the US annexing Canada for their own personal gain. Marcus began to resent the US, and started going to protests and rallies that he never really felt comfortable about going to. As time progressed and the fear grew to realization for all Canadians, Marcus and two of his friends began planning what they could do to stop the US invasion of British Columbia. When they finally decided to attack, the three gathered what they could, and went out and attacked an American patrol that was ahead of the main colum. The skirmish only lasted a few minutes before Marcus' friend Zack was shot dead by an American soldier. Marcus' other friend, Chris, was shot dead soon after by a bullet to the chest, and a stabbing to the ribs. Marcus was lucky and played dead, he was shot in the shoulder and upper pecktoral, and thought he would die soon like his friends. But after a doctor came apon him in a ditch, Marcus recovered, and a few months later began the Falcon's Militia with four others. He's been fighting against American oppression since then.

Name: Larry Zito
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'3, about 140 pounds, scrawny build with medium length brown hair

Weapons: Plain M16, .357 Revolver, damaged Mosin Nagant Bolt Action with scope

Armor/Clothing: Long Black jeans, dark red combat vest with a hoodie underneath, baseball cap and cloth gloves

Misc Bag: Extra ammo and clips for all weapons, some tools, a camera and food.

Personality: Larry is a decent person, always trying to help those who can't defend themselves. He has become disillusioned with governments and their policies. He now fights only for his home and those who are close to him, unable to trust everyone. Larry is mostly a quiet man but he can be friendly to those he had known for awhile.

Bio: Larry group up along the US-Canadian border, and had spent all his early life there. During his childhood years he spent a lot of time exploring and tracking in the woods around his house. Around the age of 20, he moved to Florida and became a police officer. He later left due to corruption and the treatment of foreigners by the government. He moved back to his childhood home to live a quiet life and to get away from a US that was falling apart. When the annexation of Canada began, Larry attempted to stay neutral but soon he couldn't help but be drawn in. One day an American patrol crossed the border near his home. Minutes later, they returned, under the cover of gunfire. Inside the soldiers shot a few of his Canadian friends who had attempted to ride out the storm in the US. The soldiers locked Larry and the rest of the people in the attic. During the gunfight between Militia and the soldiers, two more people were killed in the attic, including his best friend Bill. After the battle was over, the soldiers forced the group out and burned his home down. This set Larry off and he no longer had faith in his country, so he set off with his girlfriend and his friend Sonny. A few weeks later, his group joined up with the Militia, and Larry was ready to defend his new home....

Welcome Peter, and nice name

I could've had the good old "" Johnson, I mean that guy was in Oregon, fought on a hill, got shot down over a city and raided tenpenny tower.

If anyone else knows what my character's name is from, you get a cookie.

Character Sheet

Name: Jonathan Hunt
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance : 5'10" 150lbs Black shaggy hair, Brown eyes, athletic build.
Weapons: MP5, Beretta 9mm, Combat knife
Armor/Clothing: Some black combat armor, steel toe boots, scarf, and Fingerless gloves.
Misc Bag: Canned beans, Canteen filled with water, six clips for each gun, pack of cigarettes, Zippo lighter
Personality: Might let morals decide if he does what the CO commands of him, Generally sociable with his team mates
Bio: When he first got his drivers license Jonathan decided to see all of the U.S. He saw almost all the different things the U.S had to offer and learned to love his country. He eventually decided to go further than the U.S; he crossed the border over to Canada just to see the differences between there and the United States. He felt a great respect for Canada. He went to live there for a while and eventually decided to stay. When the United States annexed Canada he couldn't care less but after he saw the atrocities that the American government was doing to the Canadians he knew that this was not the America he used to know and love and joined the Falcon's as soon as he could. (The Bio is kinda :shrug: )

Looks cool. Good to see you back in RP boots

Name: Paul "Uncle Paulie" Gretch
Age: 42
Race: Caucasian (WHITE BOII)
Gender: Male
Appearence: 5'11", brown hair, Steel grey eyes, various scars around his body, notably on the back of his neck, quite muscular from carrying his weapons
Weapons: Tokarev TT-41, Ppsh-41, SPAZ-12 Riot gun
Armor/Clothing: Kevlar vest over a wife beater and urban camouflage Kevlar pants
Misc Bag: x7 9mm clips, x5 5.56 ammo drums (100 rounds), x2 Shot shell drums(21 rounds)
Personality: Paul is a big friendly guy, but a ferocious fighter, prefers older weaponry
Bio: Paul spent most of his time in the army, enlisting in the reserves at 16. His Canadian unit went under in a suicidal mission, causing most of his squad to die. His three other surviving comrades and Paul wandered around for two years, before the three others died. He then spent another year on the street before an official from the American army found him, and sent him to prison. There, he was beaten and whipped until night, when he crawled under a barbed wire fence, ripping his back to shreds. A Falcon member found him, and helped Paul towards the base to be healed and turned into a solider. His anger drives him to kill the American army.

Welcome DB. You can always add to the bio if you don't like it?

Welcome Reaper, and thanks

Name: Briget "Murph" Murphy
Age: 29
Race: Caucasian (Irish Decent)
Gender: Female
Appearence: 6'3, 55kg, Long Black Hair, Maroon Eyes, Athletic Build.


Weapons:
- Two 2073 Lancaster Pistols *A 12 barrel gun with stablizers to reduce kickback, fires 40 caliber bulets (Why do people have guns from like 1998?)
- Modified Long Barrel 5.56mm NATO FN SCAR-L
- 10x Fragmentation Grenades
- 5x Gas Grenades
- 5x Smoke Grenades

Armor/Clothing: Winter Grey Combat Armour, Large Grey Overcoat (To protect her from Cold), Heavy Combat Boots


Misc Bag: 4x Stimpaks, 3x Large Bottles of Purified Water, 30x Clips of 5.56mm Ammunition (36 Rounds per Clip), One weeks worth of emergency canned food (Baked Beans, Spaghetti, Creamed Corn, ECT)

Personality: Briget likes to be a part of the team, although she isnt a major personality she doesnt see herself as someone who most people would like, but when you get to know her she is a reliable person. Speaks in a thick Irish accent, and likes to keep in shape.


Bio: Briget was born in Ireland, her parents came over here to retire and live out the rest of their lives, when they died, briget came over to canada to take their assets and return home, but after she came she was enthralled by the rich and lush landscapes of the beautifull Canadian Landscapes. She got a job as and officeworker for a lawfirm and soon had a husband.

Her husband, like her father was a Rifleman in the military, he was one of the first to die in the lightning assaults by the american forces, after news had reached her that the americans were attacking, briget fled in search of people like her to help stop the annexation of Canada, She failed.

By the time that the annex of canada was complete, there was little to no resistance, but a flicker of hope still remained, The Falcons, a radical group of freedom fighters, who faught back the american plauge to the best of their ability, Briget travelled far and wide, avoiding patrols and Guards untill she found finally The Legendary Falcons.

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Ive been looking forward to this for a looooooong time.

My Character Sheet

Name: Edward Shield

Age:25

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Appearence: Brown eyes. Bronze hair. Scars along his face. Toned. Tall. Wild hair. Tattoo saying, 'Down with the U.S' on his arm.

Weapons: .357 pistol. M15A2 Rifle. Knife. Two grenades.

Armor/Clothing: Dark Green Leather Jacket. Long sleeved, black shirt, with 'Canada' written on it. Black combat boots. Black jumpsuit pants. Aviators.

Misc Bag: x30 .357 rounds. A lot of clips for his rifle. Water canteen. Emergency rations. Short range radio. Map of Victoria.

Personality: Kind. Short temper. Loves a laugh. Edward hates people that are ignorant or narrow minded, and refuses to respect people who he deems are. He can be naive at times. Very intelligent.

Bio: Edward grew up in Toronto, and loved it. He worked as a police officer and was very good, doing hunting as a hobby. He had a modest living, but it was comfortable, and he had his family and a girlfriend that meant the world to him. Edward was on holiday in Victoria when the Americans invaded, and was stuck there without a proper home. He soon found out that his girlfriend and family had been protesting in the streets of Toronto, and the Americans had shot them all. Enraged by his loss, and therefore blinded by his rage, he ambushed a U.S Patrol with just his standard issue Canadian Police pistol, and killed a lot of them, taking some of their guns. He was just about to be attacked from behind by a hiding soldier, when a Falcon's Militia killed the American, saving Edward's life. Seeing as how he was skilled with a gun, and he owed them his life, he was taken in as a member. He has been on several successful raids since then, and is looked upon as a great member of the militia.

I've heard a lot about your legendary RP's Dr. I'm looking forward to seeing how great they are first hand. =)

Name: Peter O'Connor

Age: 32

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Appearence: 6'1, 75kg medium build, shaved head with ash blond hair and blue eyes.

Weapons: Tactical 12 Gauge Shotgun, Desert Eagle

Armor/Clothing: Grey combat armour with balaclava and combat helmet.

Misc Bag: Has a Shotgun Shell belt (SHT-10-) holds 30 extra shells, bottled water and vodka.

Personality: Friendly laid back type. Always up for a challenge and willing to help his friends, no matter what the cost. Enjoys his alcohol a bit too much and can be aggressive when he's drunk.

Bio: Peter lived in the city of Vancouver he enjoyed his laid back lifestyle as a semi-professional surfer. Although his father, who was in the army, did not approve of the surfing. Peter and his father used to be very close until he chose a career in surfing rather than the army. While they still remained in contact their relationship just wasn't the same.

On the day of the American invasion Peter was in Victoria on a sponsorship deal. He learned that Vancouver had been taken by armed American soldiers. Peters father had been mortally wounded attempting to flee the city with Pete's mother. His mother had been taken by the American soldiers and was not seen since. Pete joined the militia in hopes of finding out what happened to his mother and to avenge his father.

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Ben Cohen
Gender: Male
Race: English
Age: 29

Appearance:
- Height: 6ft1,
- Slightly Tanned,
- Medium, Athletic Build,
- Very Short Buzzcut Black Hair
- Black Stubble Beard
- Blue Eyes.

Clothes:

- White Vest
- Black Fingerless Gloves
- Dark Brown Jacket
- Dark Blue Jeans (More Fitted Than Tight)
- Dark Brown Leather Boots
w/ Steel Toe Caps

Armour:
- Black Gas Mask
- Black Bullet-Proof Vest
w/ Magazine Holders
w/ Hood and Short Sleeves (Customised Modification)
- Utility Belt
- Right Leg Gun Holster Held Secure With Straps
- Left Leg Combat Knife Holster Held Secure With Straps
- 2 x Knee Pads

(Inspiration Found Here: http://th07.deviantart.net/fs47/300W/i/2009/163/1/3/Anarchy_Generation_by_Suikostar.jpg)

Weapons: Assault Rifle, Sawn-off Shotgun, M92FS Pistol and Combat Knife

Misc: Full Canister of Water, 5x Various Tinned Foods, Ammo For All Guns, Necklace his Son Made for Him

Personality:
He is a man with a very big heart. Quiet but kind. Used to be a very relaxed, loving person, but now his heart is filled with hate and revenge. He remains strong and alert at all times but has a loveable side that not many people get to see. Knows that in this world there is a time and a place to relax, and he wasn't going to relax until his family was avenged tenfold.

Back Story:

Ben moved to Canada from England with his wife "Rachel" and his 5 year old son "Charlie" after following a job opportunity. At first he loved it there. So much more space and the people seemed to be so much more upbeat about life. It really was a much more pleasant place for his family to settle down. he didn't regret the move one bit... Problem is, beauty doesn't last forever... The American's moved in and very quickly removed Canada from it's freedom and living in fear became second nature...

Late one night, Ben and his wife were having a heated debate that escalated to a full blown arguement over Charlie's behaviour at school earlier that day. Ben and Rachel loved each other more than anything in the world, but the stress and fear of the world outside their door was becoming too much for them. It was only a matter of time before one of them snapped...

Charlie was bullying the other children, but he never used to be like that. Children of his age are young and impressionable and the teacher's at the school put it down to him mimicing the American's hostility and actions towards the Canadians. Charlie over heard the arguement and took it to heart. He felt like it was his fault they were arguing and thought his parents hated him. Charlie didn't get far before his parents realised that he was gone. They immediately ran out the front door and down the street, calling his name as they went, drawing alot of attention to them, but they didn't care, Charlie was their world... They found him hiding down an ally, sobbing his little eyes out. Ben picked him up and hugged him so tightly and whispered into his ear "Oh Charlie... I'm so glad we found you... Don't ever scare us like that again..."

After a while, the fear of losing their son that they cherished so dear died down and a new fear arose within them. Ben immediately grew angry and started grilling Charlie for leaving after curfew and how dangerous it was. "Quick! We need to get back inside before anyone finds us!" but just as they started moving, they were jumped on by they American's Iron Grip. They tackled them all to the floor and started questioning them with force. It stemmed into an argument as the hostile American's didn't believe their reasoning for being out after curfew and arrested them, throwing them around the street and into the back of a police van, knocking ben out with a rifle butt to the face...

When Ben came to he was tied to a chair in an empty room with the taste of blood in his mouth. Suddenly American's burst through the door and kicked his chair over throwing him to the floor. A man grabbed his face and started accusing Ben of being some kind of spy and that Ben was to tell him everything he knew. Ben denied it all but they refused to believe it. They smacked him around, hurling him from one end of the room to the other, still tied to the chair and torturing him in the most horrible of ways to extract the "truth". They then proceeded to put words into his mouth, accusing him of crimes against their country that he had not commit and said that his family was a front. Ben was put through hell before they gave up. He wished that he knew something just to make them stop but he didn't, which made it worse for him.

When they "realised" that he was too strong and they weren't going to break him, they decided to try a different tactic... They brought in his wife...

"Now look what you have gone and made me do... Do you want us to hurt her? Is that it?"
"NO! PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! PLEASE LET HER GO!"
"Aaaah, haha. I see we have hit a nerve! Maybe you will start being honest with us now eh?"
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I KNOW NOTHING! IF I DID I WOULD TELL YOU! PLEASE BELIEVE ME!"
"Shut up you lying piece of [censored] *smack to the face* and tell me the truth! Who sent you?!"
"NO ONE SENT ME!"
"LIAR!!!"

The man then grabbed his wife and smacked her around the face knocking her to the floor. He then proceeded to torture, abuse and beat his wife in front of him until she just couldn't hold on any longer and she lay there dead... Ben was crying so hard, screaming nothing in particular over and over again until he fell silent, tears rolling down his face... A few days later of him rotting in a prison cell without medical attention, food or water, he was released back into Canada but no sign of his son what so ever... They denied his existence and Ben never saw his son again... Ben got kicked to the curb and told that if he was found again that he would be shot and killed on sight. Ben crawled back to his house leaving a trail of blood behind him and when he finally arrived home, he found that his house had been decimated by American's looking for clues but they would have found nothing... For what felt like weeks he morned his wife and son until he decided enough was enough and he got up and decided that they were NOT going to get away with what they had done...

They had stripped him of his family, his home, his future... his whole life... there was nothing else to do but to take revenge...

He joined the Militia to fight back and give them hell, vowing that every single person associated with them was guilty and should be punished. He wanted to put them through everything he had gone through and more... Mainly he was fueled by the hope that maybe one day, he might be reunited with his son, if he was still alive that is...

The problem was that Ben was blind with rage and was becoming reckless with impatience. Driven by a passion for revenge, there was no telling what lengths he would go to and how much trouble it might get himself in...

Don't know how active I will be but you can always kill me off if I haven't posted enough.

Name: Joseph Wolf
Age: 25
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearence: Around 5'9 with shaved brown hair and blue eyes. Very skinny with not much muscle.
Weapons: Suppressed M24A2, M1911
Armor/Clothing: Normal American military combat armor.
Misc Bag: A canteen of water. x50 .300 Winchester Magnum rounds (10 clips you could say), 3 clips of .45 ACP, 2 bags of potato crisps.
Personality: Joseph prefers to have a small group of good friends. Therefore, he is usually quiet around people he doesn't know, unless he has friends there.
Bio: He was a Sniper in the US Army but defected after he couldn't go through with an order to snipe an innocent civilian. Now he fights to get his former army out of his new country.

Name: Alphonse "Colonel" Manzuri
Age: 47
Race: Average Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance: Very Heavy Build, Large Shoulders, Weights 187 lbs (93.5 Kilo), Has a Height Around 6'1" (183 cm) With Black Beard (Trimed) and Large Black eyes with a Long Black Hair.

Weapons: .44 Magnum, Polished AK-47 and a small Crecent Dagger.

Armor/Clothing: A Long Trench Coat, Shady Glasses and Polished Black Boots. Usually Wears a Business Suit With Tie Under the Coat. (Not Really the Army type )

Misc Bag: a pack of HE Grenades and Pepper Spray.

Personality: Although because of his Moralistic Nature his Battlemates Try To Avoid Him, his influence is far more Respected in the Falcon. He Shows his Militaristic and Caring Nature During harsh Times. Though Highly Intelligent (IQ 160+), The Colonel shows Emotional Weaknesses when Stabbed in the Back or Betrayed. The Colonel shows a Face of a Mysterious And Serious Man, But is Extremely emotional.

Bio: Possibly of Iranian Descent, Alphonse Manzuri was a Well known military figure in the U.S Military, Until the Annexation of Canada, the Country which most of his family Lived in, in fear of harms that may Happen to his family he Resigns From his State as Colonel from USAF, and Goes back to canada, only to find the Demonic Dictatorship Ruling, his worst Fear.
With a Lot of Experience In the Battlefield, the Colonel is the Militaristic Intelligence To Rely on, with many Victories in his Past.

Ihoe, whats up with all the random capital letters?

Lol Wut ?

He means that some of your words have a capital letter at the beginning. Kinda Like this, see What I mean?

Ihoe, put your HE Grenades in your Weapons section. And you better add some sort of Food and Water to your Misc Bag, or your character is going to get dehidraited and hungry.

Everyone, this Rp is going to go past what the intro story is, but I will choose where we take it. And thanks for joining.

Also M'heree, the only reason my Rp's are "Legendary" is because I usually create Rp's that are outside the box thinking, and I don't follow the "norm" of what most Rp's are that are created. And also because I've always had a firm grip on what and where I want my Rp's to go

Name: Harley "Cowboy" Andrews
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 28
Appearance: 5'10, Blue eyes, short blown hair, Athletic build.

Weapons: http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/1781/ruderblackhawkconvertib.jpg, http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/158/fnminimi.jpg

Armor/Clothing: Blue Jeans, Denim Jacket, Black Boots, Light Kevlar plated Leather Jacket, http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3561/roundsunglasses3.jpg


Misc Bag: FN Minimi spare barrel, small toolkit, 5xCans of Beans, 2xCanteen of water, 5.56mm 100-round belts, A box of .45ACP bullets.

Personality: Generally a very friendly, approachable and trustworthy person. Someone who loves a sense of humor, even if it isn't a great one. Very loyal to his friends.

Bio: Harley was born in Canada to Australian parents. He was never one to stay in a school for long, as he was kicked out of three. When he quit school for good he became a security guard, starting in a supermarket he would stand around doing nothing. After years of a pretty dull life and some serious training he became a border patrol officer and joined the Canadian Army Reserve, just for a bit of variety that he lacked in his life.

When the Annex into Canada began, Harley didn't think much of it. He went with it, not wanting to end up dead like so many before him, until he realized that something could actually be done to fight back. A friend of his told him about various resistance groups throughout Canada. Harley took an interest with a group called ' The Falcons'.

Ok Andy, you have all the requirements needed. Welcome to the Falcons.

Sweet thanks mate :thumbsup:

ATTENTION ALL CURRENT FALCON MEMBERS: All of you who have posted a character, are accepted. I will begin the Rp once I map out the area of Victoria, I want us to be located around in the beginning. Others may still join, but I'm not exspecting alot more people to join this Rp.

As the Rp begins, and starts rollin' along, others may join. But instead of posting your character sheet here, send them via PM to me. I may accept you or I may not. I DON'T want this Rp to get crowded with players, and then I lose control of what's happening. If you are new DO NOT post your Character Sheet on the actual Rp. You will not be accepted even if you send it to me afterwards via PM.

This thread is locked from now on.

Thank you

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