((this is between WWII and sort of Band of Brothers in a way. ))
Name: Adam Cepeglia
Age: 23
Home: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: soldier...but worked as a tailor
Wife: none
Children: none

Bio: A very tough, experienced soldier. Cepeglia's been in the war since the Americans got involved. He has this very light outlook on life. He uses humor to break the seriousness of the situation. Then suddenly when it's like we're going over the top, when the major give the order. All of a sudden he becomes focused, almost like an animal who's closing in on his prey. Also has a very kind heart, but he tries to be tough and hide it.

He slowly and quietly made his way through a forest after parachuted out and had to fight in Frand.He wasn't very good with directions and wasn't exactly sure what part of France he was heading into. He was all by himself and wasn;t very comfortable about that ethier.
He large gun shot was heard close by. He swallowed hard.

'ohh...no."

he quickly looked around, trying to calm himself down. Another gun shot was heard. He quickened his pace, not sure whether he was close or if the gun shots were bein fired at him. As he quickened his pace he could hear a german accent and the language of another person speaking.He wondered why there were so close, they must think he is french. But even if he wasn't that wouldn't matter to them.
The voice was coming closer and he could here branched and trigs breaking all around him, soliders were closing him around him.
He tightened his grip on his gun, aiming it.
"Un faux pas ey tirer sur!" he heard a german or french soldier speak

((meaning, one false move and we shoot...i think..well..in French...not He didn't know what that meant so he kept still. He could see all the sure lol. ))

French solider surround him. Maybe 20 or 30 of them.

I like the way you think.....I want to be in...
Isen´t a bit simular to the first one?

Maranwé

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(Cool! now are we americans eh? Where is this hole mess happening??)

Name: Freddy Nash
Age: 22
Home: Detroit, Michigan
Occupation: Soldier, but before that a taxi driver..
Wife: No
Children: No
Girlfriend: yes..

Bio: The guy who doesn`t take everything very serious and enjoys to make fun of other people perhaps sometimes in a rude way. He is a usual guy who doesn`t really expect much from himself and has been in the war since the americans got involved. He will get along with people, but some subjects make him angry or quiet...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

((yes it is Maranwé, I like the bouncing smiley! lol..I couldn't really think of a way to start it but it seems fine like this. This is in the middle of the war. I was comanded to fight in France at the moment. Mission is to head to Germany of course and to win lol....but tat's all i hav planed at the moment))
thanks for joining!

Jah I love taht smily two..I use it almost in every post....

Can I get way with being my old character again them?

[s]Name: Ronja Cromwell -- Sergeant Cromwell
Undercover man name: Sergeant Jason Cromwell
Age: 22
Undercover man age: 24
Home: Philadelphia
Occupation: 1st sergeant...Has always been in the military...even thou she is a woman.
She first said she was a man so she could get in.
They still think she is a man, only few know....
Those who knows: don´t know jet, some when the RPG is on the track...If someone wants to, say so..
Husband: nope
Children: had a miscarrige when she was 18[/s]

Maranwé

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((sorry..but I feel kind of wierd with that character))

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((I will change it a bit them..I did write if I could get away with it, so that´s okey but can I still be a bad ass women? ))

Maranwé

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((Shall add some drama!))

Name: Oriel DeKamp
Nationality: French
Age: 20
Home: Provence, France
Occupation: Baker
Family: Her father was inlisted and her mother died of fever, so she lives alone in her family's home/bakery.

Bio: She bakes for anyone who comes by, German, American, French, anyone, to keep a low profile, but harbors Jewish people on their way to the coasts to get to America. She helps the Allied soldiers whenever she can, but keeps it secret from the Germans who are also nearby.

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banners by Melian, Amoniel and rangerofithilien

((I like that one..=-]- Let's start! ))

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((Ok! Hi again Eomer!))
Oriel looks out of the top of the door, hearing shots echoing from the nearby wood. She speaks quickly to herself in French and hurriedly shuts the top of the door. She stokes the fire and places her breads in the oven, waiting for the sun to rise, bringing her customers.

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banners by Melian, Amoniel and rangerofithilien

He watched the area around him. He slowly reached his hand down for his intercom. He made sure that he didn't make any threatening movements.
The germans yelled to him..
"Lets go!"

He placed the intercom up to his mouth. "Needing help here..." But he didn't hear a response..

He captain came into view. "Put your weapon down!"

He did as he was told and slowly placed his gun down on the ground, including the intercom

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I think this is better...

Name: Daniel Cromwell
Age: 23
Home: Philadelphia
Occupation: 1st sergeant....
Wife: nope
Children: nope….not that he knows of
Bio:
he´s a 1st sergeant. Before he joined the army he worked at an olie platform.
He is very found of the female form and he is kind of a prankster and sees every opportunity he gets to joke around an being sarcastic..but he can also be serious when it´s needet

Maranwé

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Member: The Offical Elven, Crazy Legolas, The Official Orlando Bloom and Pirates of the Carribean Fanclubs

OOC: i presume we continue from where eomer left? or are we going to start over?

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

((yes...very good! ))

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((okay..here we go))

He slowly and quietly made his way through a forest after parachuted out and had to fight in Frand.He wasn't very good with directions and wasn't exactly sure what part of France he was heading into. He was all by himself and wasn;t very comfortable about that ethier.
He large gun shot was heard close by. He swallowed hard.

'ohh...no."

he quickly looked around, trying to calm himself down. Another gun shot was heard. He quickened his pace, not sure whether he was close or if the gun shots were bein fired at him. As he quickened his pace he could hear a german accent and the language of another person speaking.He wondered why there were so close, they must think he is french. But even if he wasn't that wouldn't matter to them.
The voice was coming closer and he could here branched and trigs breaking all around him, soliders were closing him around him.
He tightened his grip on his gun, aiming it.
"Un faux pas ey tirer sur!" he heard a german or french soldier speak

((meaning, one false move and we shoot...i think..well..in French...not He didn't know what that meant so he kept still. He could see all the sure lol. ))

French solider surround him. Maybe 20 or 30 of them.

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He watched the area around him. He slowly reached his hand down for his intercom. He made sure that he didn't make any threatening movements.
The germans yell to him..

He placed the intercom up to his mouth. "Needing help here..." But he didn't hear a response..

He captain came into view. "Put your weapon down!"

He did as he was told and slowly placed his gun down on the ground, including the intercom

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