RPG:Freedom Fighters (Page 4 of 5)

ooc: I don't think they would know who the Freedom Fighters leader is, nor where we are. No one would carry a map with them either...they'd just know where the base is.

We can be attacked, but it'll complicate things. Especially since we're about to do an attack.

I suppose. Just work up a character sheet that complies with the instructions I gave at the begginning, length wise.

Name: Karson Prime
Age:25
side:FF, CAPTAIN
history:none known
weapons:Modified to shoot while carrying MG 42

bowie knife
 
greades/ time bomb/ mines
                                                         
Mauser Machine Pistol

Sorry
Personality:Loyal, good fighter

*Sorry I havn`t been around much gang.  I didn`t get a chance to post a message anywhere saying I`d be gone for a while.  For those who don`t know, I`m visiting Terra over my BDay *which is today    She has banished me to the computer while she gets the mini-party read  * 

I should be back in action here around the 19th. 

cya ner`vod

---RD Out

ooc: yeah i'm around too... jsut let me know what you think richelle should be doing to prep for the raid or w/e you have planned. She the type to take the order and make sure it gets done at all costs, rather than come up with the plans herself. (Hee hee isn't that convient )

wekness: spiders
Good at killing and suporting fire. blowing stuff up. Chirstain

(could someone throw me in frount of them kinda help me get in the story?)

history:n     Nothing is know about Prime or where he came from
          o      He talks about having a warehouse that is full of
          n      weapons. He though often recalls that his father was a great man
          e      scares on his face are evidance of his very agreesive explolts 
          known{ is that better?}

personallty: cocky, smart, grouchy at times, loves to talk about His personal ware house full uf tanks weapon, etc. and flat out talkitive.

AA's right. But I said three lines of personality, and thats not five lines of history.

this is what it looks like, un-spaced

none. Nothing is know about Prime or where he came from. He talks about having a warehouse that is full of              weapons. He though often recalls that his father was a great man. scares on his face are evidance of his very agreesive explolts

scarcely three lines of history. PLEASE, just take some time, come up with a proper character with a proper history, personality, multiple, full, LINES of weapons, fears. weaknesses, skills, etc, not just a few words before you hit enter. I'm tired of you ignoring these. You're just being lazy and slacking off on the history, hoping a few lines of scrambled nonsense, spaced out, will cut it. Your history tells us nothing about your character. Maybe thats fine for other RPG's, but not Freedom Fighters. Look, like I said, all I want is a good character, and I'm fine with you joining. Its not too much to ask for a decent character, is it?

(Hey, does that Mauser look familiar to anyone? And I've gotten bored of doing RPGs, no offense I think this is cool and all but I'm just not that interested anymore. So, I will be killing off my characters old-fashioned vay.)

Tony woke up, and a light blared in his eyes. He didn't even remember getting captured by the Russians while looking for the Freedom Fighters, but he knew that this was his end. He had failed his father, and now it was his turn. The soldier turned to him, and slapped him as if to wake him up.

"You know anyting about these 'Freedum Fai-ters'?"

"Yeah, they'll kick the **** out of you without regret."

"Very well. Dovchek, take care of Meester Stahk."

"Father... here I come."

And all that was heard was a sound of thunder.

Vladimir, on the other hand, was doing well. After having made his way across the United States, Comrade Vlad, as his nickname came to be, was now one of Russia's top marksmen, almost as good as the legendary Vasili Zaitsev (that guy is real btw). After receiving a shot in the leg, Vlad was sent back home with Russia's highest medal of honor. He died in 2023, but never knew if Russia had won the war or not, as he soon went deaf and blind in a car accident a year after his return.

@ Fett_II – What a way to go   

@ Karson – If you would like, I can try to help you get a working character-sheet up.  PM me if you’re interested

@ Werda Verd – Ooops, didn’t see your in for me; I could have had something up before now.  Sorry ‘bout that.  Posting now…

Mitch paced back and forth in the Major’s modest quarters.  After several minutes, he finally walked in and dropped into his chair.

  "So what was it you wanted to tell me, Mitch?"

With a deep breath, Mitch stared hard into Kados’s eyes.  “Major, you know I’d follow you where ever you led, and that I’d be the last to doubt your judgment…”

“But?”

Mitch folded his arms and gritted his teeth a little.  “But… I think you’re making a mistake with all these new recruits we’re taking in.  All those refuges that came in about the time that Alex did, now this ‘Price’ character.  If we keep going like this, we’ll pick up a mole…”

Captain Blackmoon walked in, taking a deep drag of a questionably imported Cuban cigar, the heavy fragrance dragging in behind him.

"Kid's smart, Kados," he said while eyeing Mitch with the look of a seasoned killer, "if he says he thinks you're getting sloppy..."

"I did say I agreed, didn't I Captain?" Kados said.

Mitch looked at the both of them, considering the consequences of any accusations.