For Info on th British S.A.S (Special Air Service) see this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Air_Service and for British Army Ranks please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Military_Ranks

After the great war Britain managed to keep its country together, still managing to keep its diplomatic system intact and its population. Life after the war was still difficult however, it took years to establish communication with the whole country and Raider organizations rose up and caused havoc for years to come.

In 2274 while still having trouble with raiders the country managed to pull its self together, communication across the whole country where finally established as the BA (British Army) started pushing back against raiders. By 2277 the raiders had been crushed by the BA over the years with high value organizations being tackled by 22 S.A.S Regiment Britain’s Special Forces that compromises of only two hundred men. The final battle of 2277 was held in the town of Bedford, it was the most violent battle that had been fought against the raiders with 22 S.A.S regiment playing a key role in the battle by assassinating commanders and by going on undercover stealth ops before the battle to rig explosives and by fulfilling full combat roles during the battle. Still keeping their training to the high level it was before the war 22 Regiment still remain one of, if not the most elite fighting force in the world.

In 2282 The NCR (New California Republic) combined forces with the Brotherhood of steel and Became The Brotherhood of California (The BC for short), the new alliance defeated Ceasre's Legion in New Vegas and shortly after established contact with the government of Britain and created an alliance as Britain saw them as the best hope of saluaging America. In 2284 the weather in America changed dramatically, as snow swept across the country the Mojave and many other parts of America turned into an arctic wasteland. Many Creature's of the wasteland died off such as Radscorpions and Cazadors due to the cold temperatures but creature's such as the Deathclaw adapted and survived adopting a winter camouflage.
The Enclave rolled in force to the area of New Vegas in the same year as the arctic weather change, with higher numbers and better equipment than the BC, needless to say war erupted. Losing the fight the BC sent out a distress call. Britain knew of the situation before the distress call was made, the NCR, The BC keeps in regular communication with Britain, their last update was the call for aid. The British Prime Minister Edward Finley replied with one message

"At some point over the next three weeks we will air drop in Red troop of 22 S.A.S regiment, they will assist you until your conflict is resolved, they may be one small team but do not underestimate them"


The Rp: You will be part of 22 S.A.S Regiment, Red Troop. You will be dropped into the New Vegas Area via Hercules transport; your first priority will be to set up a hidden base of operations. Then you will need to link up with The BC Leader. You will then aid in the effort against the Enclave. You are an elite fighting force, experts in your craft stealth, combat, explosives and intelligence, it’s time for the world to meet the S.A.S a second time. Remember, Who Dare’s Wins, Do you dare?.

Rules:

1. No character controll
2. no god modding
3. at least paragraph posts please
4.please only sign up if you think yo can be active
5. have fun
6. Dare

CS: use mine as a template

Name: Shaun Dowe
Callsign: Gamble 6 (On operation’s in combat or undercover theese names must be used)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Rank: Captain

Years in the Army: 18

Years in the S.A.S: 14

Time served with Captain Shaun Dowe: (that is for you guys, you can be a brand new member to red troop or you can previously know me)

Relationship Status: Married to Zoey Dowe

Appearance: Six foot with short black hair, small scar on his neck and a large one on his left elbow. Fairly muscular.

Amour: Everyone will be kitted out in the gear the guys in this picture are wearing http://images.tvrage.com/shows/7/6463.jpg but it will be in Arctic camo not black you can also customize it if you wish for example a Sniper might want a ghillie suit or a medic might want extra pouches for meds, everyone is also kitted with throat mics. You may have helmets or not that is your choice.

Specialization: (Everyone knows how to operate as a member of the S.A.S but you can have two skills you excel in if someone has already taken Sniper for example please don’t choose it we don’t need two snipers) CQC (Close quarter combat, covers everything from hand to hand to melee) and Explosives

Primary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M4_carbine with Suppressor, Under-barrel grenade launcher, Holographic sight, Laser sight and arctic camo

Secondary Weapon: http://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/weapons/remmington-870.php Shotgun

Sidearm: http://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/weapons/sig-sauer-p226.php

Other Items: 7 inch Combat knife, 4 Blocks of C4 2x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x flashbangs and 1x smoke grenade

Personality: On the outside Shaun is a typical hard as nails soldier but is not afraid to improvise to get things done, On the outside he's tough but on the inside he Care's for each and every one of his men. Sharp and tactical Shaun is able to think on his feet.

Bio: Shaun joined the Army at 16, he joined underage and lied about his age, he had seen the S.A.S save his home town of North Walsham when raiders attacked, this attack also caused the scar on his left elbow due to an explosion. When he saw them he idolized the sand beret and said to himself “That is going to be me one day”. He served for 4 years before going for regiment selection, he passed first time. He was almost refused for regiment selection when the army found out he’d lied about his age but the commanding officer of the regiment admired his enthusiasm and allowed him to go for selection. After joining the regiment he spent the four years dating a local girl in Hereford; after he'd past selection he married her before going after the last of the raiders in the battle of Bedfordshire. During the battle Shaun was a part of the initial stealth team that rigged explosives before the battle, afterwards her took part in the main assault and played a key role in taking down one of the high value raider leaders.
Shaun rose through the ranks quickly, gaining commendations for missions. Gaining the rank of captain and command over red troop he now has been told they are going to the US.

First note:Its my first RP,don't flip on me if i dont get the hang of it right away okay?

Name:Jonathan Murray
Callsign:Alpha-6

Age:24

Rank:Private

Years in army:2

Years in SAS: 2

Time with Captain: none

Relationship:Single

Appearance:Six foot four with short black hair,skinny but strong

Specialization:CQC,Breaching,Guns

Armor:Combat suit:Bullet proof Vest fitted with pouches for ammo and First aid,A Arctic backpack.

Primary Weapon: http://galeri.uludagsozluk.com/27/call-of-duty-modern-warfare-2_31133.jpg with a ACOG sight and lazer pointer

Secondary Weapon:Crossbow

Side Arm:Bowie Knife

Other Equipment:MREs,3x Fragmentation Grenades,Binoculars,and a set of Stimpaks and Med-X

Personality:A nice guy,but if you wrong him,expect not be forgiven easily.

Bio:Jonathan was born in the tribal village set in Ireland,but grew annoyed by the lack of action,so he went to the British Wasteland,and when he came to New London,he joined up with the Army,then was picked to join Red Troop since he was the best of the best in all of his BCT.His childhood sweetheart was always in his mind,everytime things went wrong,he thought of her,truly keeping his promise of never forgetting her.He was different from the rest of the SAS,he was kindhearted to the raiders,trying to imagine their point of view,he stopped alot of conflicts and deaths because of his charismatic ways.But this was different,he had read thousands of books about the city of Las Vegas,but thought the place was gone like the rest of the world,but when the reports came that the place was inhabited,he was overjoyed,he was to finally go to the city he so long wanted to go.

Name: 'Mad' Hamish MacPhee

Callsign: Mad Dog

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergent/Private

Years in the Army: 31

Years in the S.A.S: 26

Years served with Captain Shaun Dowe: 3 months.

Relationship Status: Widower. No children.

Appearance: five foot one with a stocky build. Short ginger hair and a short shaggy ginger beard.

Armour: Same as everyone else. Also has a camoflaged cloak.

Specialization: Sniper.

Primary Weapon: L115A3 Long Range Rifle.

Secondary Weapon: SA80 A2 L85 Individual Weapon.

Sidearm: Webly & Scott revolver and a Combat Knife.

Other Items: 2x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x flashbangs and 3x smoke grenade

Personality: Hamish is a typical scotsman. Argumentative, caustic and abbrasive are all words that describe him. However he is extremely loyal to his squadmates and anyone who wrongs one of them will get a punch in the face. He enjoyes his position as squad sniper as it allows him to range away from the main group and thus avoids too much contact with authority figures. Hamish enjoys a drink.

Bio: Hamish was born in a small villiage in the highlands of scotland. He learned to hunt and live off the land at a young age taught by his father, who was a poacher. When he was 15 his father was caught stealing livestock from a neighbors land. His father was hanged for the crime but Hamish fled before he could be captured. He fled south across the border and eventually made it to The New Castle (Newcastle). Here he found an army recruitment squad, lied about his age and signed up. He excelled at marksmanship during basic training thanks to the time he spent with his father. After he completed basic he was assigned to the Royal Northamtonshire regiment, where he served for five years as squad marksman. After this time he attampted selection and passed first time. He has been transfered several times, mainly because of his anti-authoritarian attitude, he often changes rank between sargent and private, getting promoted in the field and then busted down to private between missions for fighting. Yet the value of his excellent marksmanship always manages to save him from being discharged.

EDIT: Added callsign.

I'm just making sure, but we can only be in 1 rp; and have 1 fanfic correct?

Don't think so mate. Hope that isn't the case as I'm active in a few RPs

Absolutely not. You could be in twenty if you so wished. It's just wise not to spread yourself too thin.

No you can only host 1 rp and 1 fan fic but you can be in as many rp's as you like

Kettlison you are accepted

This looks interesting, I'ma join it.

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Name: Logan “Wolf” McKenna

Call sign: K2

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Rank: Lance Corporal

Years in the Army: 8

Years in the S.A.S: 4

Time served with Captain Shaun Dowe: 1 month

Relationship Status: Single

Appearance: A slightly taller than average individual, quite on the lean side as far as muscles go. Yet he’s a typically fit and healthy soldier with green eyes. His hair is long, and has an auburn brown colour he wears it tied in pony tail for convenience sake, his chin is covered in faint dark stubble.

Armor: Like everyone except carrying a larger bag for medical equipment, and he doesn't wear a helmet.

Specialization: Medic/Reconnaissance

Primary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sig_550

Secondary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AK-47

Sidearm: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colt_Python

Other Items: A 30’’ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowie_knife, binoculars, and 4 smoke bombs.

Personality: A rather gloomy, stoic, and pessimistic fellow that perpetrates an aura of harsh reality, dark somewhat sadistic humor, and blunt sarcasm, almost like a dark cloud following him around. Logan’s also been cited as somewhat a doomsayer, Grim Reaper, and a self-styled party pooper the latter designation is something he’s secretly proud about though he sees himself as a realist first and foremost. It’s not that he wants to rain people’s parades or even seek to do this it’s just an effect he usually has on the people around him.

Despite being labeled as cursed by the more superstitious members of his circle and thusly avoided by near everyone, he is deep down beyond his shield of negativity; a highly social and generally quite friendly person at least to those that have earned his trust or those he ends up liking for some reason or another, though he’s extremely shy in the presence of strangers and gaining his trust takes a lot of work. Given his difficulties with talking; suffering from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selective_mutism, and the fact he’s borderline illiterate beyond the ability to write a half-sentence, and although he can read but with his inability to effectively communicate it’s no surprise that his social nature sufferers which can perhaps explain his over-hanging shadow of pessimism but he also uses it as a shield to survive. He has an extraordinary photographic memory, able to recognize faces almost instantly as well as places he has been to; even if all he’d has to go by are mere geographical likenesses.

Bio: Born into what once was Northern Ireland, a place that even prior to the war was wrapped up in conflict, Logan was born into a world torn apart by religious/political warfare even if the world itself had fell apart the pre-war squabbles that had for so long marked his home continued some would say with renewed vigor. Logan found himself trust onto the unconventional battlefield at an early age picked up by one of the many warring factions that staked their claims on the territory; deep down however Logan has no wish to fight in wars he’d much rather spend his time composing poetry, recount old songs long since forgotten, and dig up the history of the world that came before.

He’s musically gifted despite his selective mutism which makes people pass him off for someone that effectively can’t speak; since he rarely ever say a word. Eventually after several years of careful planning he manages to escape the influential paramilitary group with whom he had served since being forced into their ranks at the age of 8 Logan fled to England, trying to shed his ties with this group that now stained him wherever he walked; after all being a torturist/interrogator was something that was doomed to mark you, especially since the groups reputation was well known even beyond the Emerald Isle. His years as a torturist has marked him and not surprisingly it’s a chapter of his past he’s not willing to reveal or speak of, not even to commanding officers feeling it better leave such a thing shrouded in secrecy; either out of shame or that he doesn’t like what it reveals about his own true nature.

Very intresting character you look good to go to me

Thanks!

I assume the actual RP thread hasn't been created, if it has I can't find it

I've never done this before, but I'll throw my proverbial hat into the ring.

Name: Victor Spencer Thornbury.

Callsign Posh

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Years in the Army: 6

Years in the SAS: 1

Time served with Captain Shaun Dowe: 4 months

Relationship Status: Single

Appearance: Victor is of average height, with handsome features, Chestnut hair, dark blue/grey eyes, pale skin and high cheekbones. Build-wise he is fit but not muscular.

Armor: Same as everyone else, despite his role as a sniper he dislikes gillie suits, finding them impractical and preferring to use a roll of camouflage net in which he sticks shrubs and whatever else is available to him. Always wears a beret.

Specialization: Communications / Forward Observer.

Primary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L1A1_SLR#United_Kingdom

Secondary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sterling_submachine_gun#Variants

Sidearm: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Webley_Revolver

Other Items: Field Glasses, A Radio, A Claymore mine, a notebook, plus his three most treasured possessions: His Father's Pen-Knife, His Mother's leather-bound King James Bible, and a small die-cast model of a tank, his favourite childhood toy.

Personality: On the outside Victor is very polite and maintains a optimistic outlook on life, cracking jokes and making obscure references to some of the many books and pieces of pre-war culture that he loves, often to the chagrin of his peers. However beneath this fa?ade is a serious mind with strong moral principles; as far as he is concerned the preservation of the past and the re-building of the earth is of paramount importance. He is a Christian, teetotal and abstinent (but generally doesn't make a fuss about drinking alcohol if there is nothing else left, as for six, well he's not really bothered). He does enjoy smoking a pipe (but not on the battlefield as it gives away his position). He also has a habit of willingly taking the worst bed or the smallest plate of food when given the choice, like all things he does it with good intent but often just makes others around him feel either annoyed or guilty.

His biggest joy is reading books he finds in the locations he is sent to and sometimes makes notes about them, he will read any book for any age group from comics to War and Peace. He also listens to holotapes of classical music when he can find them, both activities helps him to keep a cool nerve at all times. One of his biggest quirks is that he is determined to find out about the die-cast tank of his, it's make, when it was made and what type of tank it represents.

Bio: Victor grew up in a well-to-do family in Lincolnshire, his antecedents owned a small manor house in which Victor grew up in, far away from raiders and other ne'er-do-wells. Most of his childhood was spent either in the library where his mother taught him how to read, or in the fields with his father or one of the workmen where he learnt about nature and farming, on the whole it was a pleasant childhood and he spent his stolen hours when he was not learning or working shooting rats and pigeons on the farm with an airgun (although this could easily have counted as farm-work). When he was 18 he decided to join the Grenadier Guards as an officer and his parents decided to present him with 'coming-of-age' gifts, his father gave him a magnificent penknife belonging to his own father, made with horn and bearing the name 'J Tornbury' on the side. His mother gave him a leather bound copy of the King James Bible, telling him to keep it over his heart to protect him.

At Sandhurst (or whatever the post-nuclear equivalent is) Victor did tremendously well in the area of sharpshooting coming 1st place in the Officer-Training Target Practice Competition. Apart from that he was a fairly above-average officer in training who was well liked by his peers and commanders. When he passed the Officer Training Course after 44 weeks he was imminently attached to an Infantry Company of the 1st Battalion Grenadier Guards as a platoon commander and sent to fight a gang of raiders in Cumbria, where he managed to locate and surround their camp in the dead of night, and after a fierce but brief firefight he managed to force them to surrender, taking 300 prisoners with only 40 men. However he refused a promotion because he wanted to keep close to the battlefield and his men.

The Grenadiers were then posted with the British Expeditionary Force (B.E.F.) in a small expedition into Normandy, France. There they encountered many raider groups and it was here where Victor proved himself as a soldier as well as an Officer. When advancing though the Normandy Bocage towards Falaise his platoon was ambushed by raiders and he and 12 other men were taken to the castle of William the Conqueror as prisoner. Locked in the tower he somehow managed to smuggle in his father's penknife (the raiders were not particularly bright) and cut open the ropes, and then the guard's throat, after freeing the other prisoners he went up the main tower and using a silenced sniper rifle he 'borrowed' from a guard up there he managed to pick off a raider patrol on the southern perimeter of the base. The subsequent diversion led to Victor and 20 other prisoners managing to escape on horses stolen from the temporarily unguarded stable where they rode north to the B.E.F. and freedom. For his actions Victor was awarded the Military Cross (MC) and he decided to, in his own words, 'have a go' at being in the SAS, where he felt he could be more at home, his clear voice and keen observation skills made him perfect for the role of a communications expert as well as a forward observer.

It's A good sheet bit there is a problem, kettlison has already taken the role of sniper for the team and it is pointless having two snipers on one team if you could amend that then I would be more than happy to accept you

We need a explosives spec and/or a Comms officer

Fine, I'll do comms.

Thats great your accepted

this is my first rp participation so please don't judge harshly if im not good. Thanks
Name: Darrius Jackson
Callsign: Texan 3

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergeant

Years in the Army: 10

Years in the S.A.S: 7

Time served with Captain Shaun Dowe: 4 1/2 months

Relationship Status: Single

Appearance: 6'6" Athletic build, african american, buzz cut hair, brown eyes

Amour: Same as everyones but with skull cap with the letter D stitched on

Specialization: Tactical assault/ Stealh operations

Primary Weapon: SA80 Enfield assault rifle w/Holographic sight and Silencer

Secondary Weapon: AA-12 Shotgun

Sidearm: Sig Sauer P226

Other Items: 3x flashbangs, portable med kit, extra ammo

Personality: Darrius is a really nice guy but if you get on his bad side he'll make your life a living nightmare

Bio: Darrius didn't know what to do with his life. He saw members of the U.S. Army and decided to join up. After 3 years with the U.S. army's Spec Ops he was dispatched and sent to the British army. For 4 months he has been with Shaun Dowe. After being in the British SAS he finally gets to go back to the Country he was born in and loves.

so am i accepted? lol

Can't see why you wouldn't be, other than the returned to the country he loves part at least. Not up to me though, so you'll have to wait for Venix mate.

So when does this start?

I will get the rp thread going tonight or tommoro sorry i have been away my brother has just gone for basic training in the army so i have been spending time with him

What regiment is your brother in?

Hes in the rifles i dont know what battalion or anything but he is of to catterick army garrison tommoro

My Cousin is in the rifles too.

My dad used to be in the Coldstream Guards.