ok so here is my WW2 rp that i have been planning for awhile
so here is what i need i need the good guys (the allies) and the bad guys(the axis)
only two people will be allowed to be civilans the rest are soldiers, we do need people to be the germans sooo take a pick
this takes place in France.
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June, 1943, france.

Miss.Jessica Reiker,stepped outside the Grand house. she straightened out her uniform. the morning was pale there had been no attacks in the last week. she tucked her shoulder lenghth copper hair behind her ears. she waited for the post to come by. a plane passed overhead she sighed and strolled along the path leading to the bunkers. her house left in her charge had been transformed from a grand house to a Base for the Allies. the house sat on fortyseven acers of land surrounded by trees and lakes it was an ideal place for a base the family had set the house and land far away from the village so it was not in the enemies path. she met an Officer along the way and several soldiers. she kept her eyes down on the path avoiding the looks of others. she was a german and everyone knew it . even though she loyaly helped the allies they still had suspiusuons behind her back they woudl call her "nazi" she knew it and she normaly kept her self away.
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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Could I be an ally? I can be male or female, whichever works. Preferably I would be a female nurse of tactics person or something.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Even better a journalist

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

leave it to Morwen...
sure be whatever you want i vote journalist....just to make it interesting

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Yay!

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Jessica, continued her walk the farther away from her house she got the busier it seemed to get. soldiers gambled laughed and some watched as jessica passed.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

I'm currently studying WW2, so I'd like to join iin!

Name: Alais
Nationality: French
Age: 14
Background: Alais' mother owns a house where a lot of soldiers are staying. But her brother has sneaked away to the war, and every night she dreams of him dying, and is desperatly trying to find a way to find him and get him back home.

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I'll join ^^
Name : Calliope India Hally Blackadder
Nicknamed : Calli / Black
Codename : Cat
Nationality : British
Gender : female- though is currently pretending to be male, named Pascal Blackadder.
Looks : tall, long black hair, swept up into a bun and kept under her cap at all times, slim but strong.
Rank : Air Chief Sergeant - Pilot of the RAF
History : Born in Canterbury, the only daughter of a woman with four sons. Was homeschooled by her aunt, then trained for a nurse. Somehow found her way into British secret service, because of quick learning ability and gift for languages. Trained at Dover, went through a number of sucsessfull missions, then sent to the trenches for a short break- and to keep her eye on the gererals.
Fav weapon : http://www.rememuseum.org.uk/arms/pisto ... arm268.jpg
Special talents : weapons, languages, morse

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(lol, blackaddder as a surname! I love that comedy)

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((Meh too! I borrowed a bit her of her charrie from Blackadder goes forth ; ) ))

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

(wasn't that set in WW1 though?)

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((Same sort o' thing...^^))

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I'm in though I haven't read any of it yet... I'll put it on my favorites

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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woot hello Jessica

I actrually got on this site yay

anyways-wish to join dont really care
i just wish to avoid the whole japan-us thing
nukes make it way to simple

(Right, character bio.)

Name: Beverly Collins
Nickname: Bev
Pen Name: Cavendish Rose
Occupation: Journalist
Nationality: British to the core, man!
Appearance: Early 20s, Short, blond haired, blue eyed, fiesty, daring
Misc: She was born and raised in London. Parents are rich because father has a shipping business, both parents dead. Schooled at Oxford. Brought to France from job as a photographer for newspaper.
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Bev hurried back into the house she was staying in to grab an extra roll of film and her bag of random photo supplies. The old housewife yelled something in French, and Bev yelled back, "Pas maintenant, madame!" She ran back outside, glancing as she passed a melancoly looking woman. "Damny, I'm late. He's gonna shoot me with his bloody Bren!" She skidded into an old barn being used as a staging area and stood at attention in front of her officer, saluting smartly. He glanced up from the paper he was reading and rolled is eyes. "Dismissed, Miss Collins. The front's all quiet for now." She leaned on her knees as he moved away, trying to catch her breath. "You mean I'm stuck here for another day to help Madam scour pots?" "I'm sorry Bev! I can't make the German's attack. You should be happy!" said the captain incredulously. "Dismissed." Beverly walked away cursing up a storm under her breath. She sat under a tree and cracked open her book.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Jessica saw the girl rush past her and into the barn then walk out. Jessica had seen this girl before in the house.
Jessica tmidly walk over to the Woman who just opened her book.
Jessica's English had a heavy accent "vat are you reading if i may ask?" she asked quietly.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home