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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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 3:28 pm ] |
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((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. |
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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 3:33 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Maranwé [ June 11th, 2005, 3:34 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Curunìr [ June 11th, 2005, 3:37 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 3:41 pm ] |
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((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! |
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| Author: | Maranwé [ June 11th, 2005, 3:43 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 3:47 pm ] |
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((sorry..but I feel kind of wierd with that character)) |
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| Author: | Maranwé [ June 11th, 2005, 3:51 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Allorien [ June 11th, 2005, 3:51 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 3:55 pm ] |
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((I like that one..=-]- Let's start! )) |
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| Author: | Allorien [ June 11th, 2005, 3:57 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 4:01 pm ] |
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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 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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| Author: | Maranwé [ June 11th, 2005, 4:02 pm ] |
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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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| Author: | Curunìr [ June 11th, 2005, 4:04 pm ] |
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OOC: i presume we continue from where eomer left? or are we going to start over? |
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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 4:04 pm ] |
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((yes...very good!  ))
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| Author: | Eomer [ June 11th, 2005, 4:05 pm ] |
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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. ---- 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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