heroshade
04-11-2009, 08:00 AM
((This is a World War 1-isk RP about a war between the nations of Valtheran and the invaders from the east, Cradell. No god moding or manipulating other peoples characters. Enjoy!))
Name: Adrian Elecam
Age: 24
Rank: Private
Class: Sharpshooter
Nationality: Valtherian
Appearance: 5’10, brown hair, blue eyes, thin but muscular build
BIO: Adrian enlisted as a footman a few days after the war broke out, but after seeing his skills with a rifle, was asked to be a sharpshooter for the army; he reluctantly accepted. During his first battle at the small town of Brahl, he killed two Cradellian officers and three machine-gunners, giving an opening for the unit to take the enemy trench. Since then, he has been on the defensive, fighting the Cradellian push into his homeland.
Adrian calmly ejected another shell from his rifle, the blast still echoing in the otherwise quiet morning. He and a few others had been holding this small crater in between the enemy’s and allied camp for the better part of the day. With him was a machine-gunner, pretty much the only reason they had yet to be overrun by the small groups of Cradellian soldiers that had been charging at them all morning. There were also two conscripts, one with a rifle, one with a revolver, as well as a few others. The field in front of them was littered with bodies and unidentifiable pieces of men. “At least the mortars’ve stopped.” said the Machine-gunner optimistically. Adrian chuckled. “How much you wanna bet they already took the enemy camp and we’re sitting out here picking off the stragglers?” Before anybody could respond, the gunner was firing madly at something.
Adrian poked his head up over the edge of the hole to see another tiny wave of attackers- twenty, maybe thirty men- running unknowingly towards them. He pulled his scope up to his eyes and lined one of the soldiers up in his sights and pulled the trigger. His target’s head burst open, sending his helmet flying in the opposite direction. Adrian’s fellow soldiers were also gunning down the surprised Cradellians. The machinegun quickly ripped the group apart. It wasn’t long before the last runner was either dead or bleeding out under the grey morning sky.
Adrian’s unit had had the misfortune of encountering both enemy reinforcements and artillery fire, just as they had decided to make an all out charge for the enemy trench. He and a few others had ducked into a crater left behind from another barrage a few days prior, while everyone else either retreated or was gunned down. Miraculously, they had been hidden by the smoke from the explosions, and the Cradellians charged blindly passed them. Unfortunately, however, they had no way of knowing weather or not their allies had been able to hold off the enemy advance. They had nowhere to go.
Adrian pressed his back against the wall as he pulled the bolt on the side of his rifle back. “Okay,” he started. “We can’t sit here forever. It’s time to come up with something. Any suggestions?” He looked around curiously at his fellow soldiers. They were hiding in a pit, on bloody field, probably surrounded, and above all of that, it looked like it was going to rain. The odds were against them…
Name: Adrian Elecam
Age: 24
Rank: Private
Class: Sharpshooter
Nationality: Valtherian
Appearance: 5’10, brown hair, blue eyes, thin but muscular build
BIO: Adrian enlisted as a footman a few days after the war broke out, but after seeing his skills with a rifle, was asked to be a sharpshooter for the army; he reluctantly accepted. During his first battle at the small town of Brahl, he killed two Cradellian officers and three machine-gunners, giving an opening for the unit to take the enemy trench. Since then, he has been on the defensive, fighting the Cradellian push into his homeland.
Adrian calmly ejected another shell from his rifle, the blast still echoing in the otherwise quiet morning. He and a few others had been holding this small crater in between the enemy’s and allied camp for the better part of the day. With him was a machine-gunner, pretty much the only reason they had yet to be overrun by the small groups of Cradellian soldiers that had been charging at them all morning. There were also two conscripts, one with a rifle, one with a revolver, as well as a few others. The field in front of them was littered with bodies and unidentifiable pieces of men. “At least the mortars’ve stopped.” said the Machine-gunner optimistically. Adrian chuckled. “How much you wanna bet they already took the enemy camp and we’re sitting out here picking off the stragglers?” Before anybody could respond, the gunner was firing madly at something.
Adrian poked his head up over the edge of the hole to see another tiny wave of attackers- twenty, maybe thirty men- running unknowingly towards them. He pulled his scope up to his eyes and lined one of the soldiers up in his sights and pulled the trigger. His target’s head burst open, sending his helmet flying in the opposite direction. Adrian’s fellow soldiers were also gunning down the surprised Cradellians. The machinegun quickly ripped the group apart. It wasn’t long before the last runner was either dead or bleeding out under the grey morning sky.
Adrian’s unit had had the misfortune of encountering both enemy reinforcements and artillery fire, just as they had decided to make an all out charge for the enemy trench. He and a few others had ducked into a crater left behind from another barrage a few days prior, while everyone else either retreated or was gunned down. Miraculously, they had been hidden by the smoke from the explosions, and the Cradellians charged blindly passed them. Unfortunately, however, they had no way of knowing weather or not their allies had been able to hold off the enemy advance. They had nowhere to go.
Adrian pressed his back against the wall as he pulled the bolt on the side of his rifle back. “Okay,” he started. “We can’t sit here forever. It’s time to come up with something. Any suggestions?” He looked around curiously at his fellow soldiers. They were hiding in a pit, on bloody field, probably surrounded, and above all of that, it looked like it was going to rain. The odds were against them…