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The Spartan Guard
DIR By: CPT_MK_PYTHON_ROGERS
Date: May 26, 2013, 9:22 am
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The Spartan Guard, mostly called descendants of the ancient
Spartans. Marketeers that trade with people they trust. They
have everything in stock. They mostly fight using upgraded
versions of the Spartan weapons. They do not bown down to
anyone. Training members in the ancient ways like the Spartans -
taking males from the age of 7, training them both physically
and mentally. They are the Spartan Guard - traders, warriors,
rebels. But the truth is, they are loyal men who value
discipline. They are Spartans.
[center]APPLICATIONS[/center]
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OOC
STEAM Name:
STEAM ID:
Provide with 30+ lines of RP :
Provide with 10+ lines of Trader RP :
What is the backstory of your character? ( MUST START AS A CHILD
UNTIL TRAINING IS OVER, EXCEPTIONS CAN BE MADE - 2 PARAGRAPHS )
IC
What is your name? ( MUST BE GREEK - EXCEPTIONS CAN BE MADE ) :
Death or training to become a true Spartan? :
Will you bow down to anyone?
Will you value discipline?
Do you devote yourself to the Spartans?
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: Rulant
Date: May 26, 2013, 11:06 am
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OOC
STEAM Name: Rulant
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:40549915
Provide with 30+ lines of RP :Daniel Petrelli: /me Opens one of
his eyes looking around the dark room, hearing movement outside.
Bandit 1: /me Follows his leader towards the shack, before
getting up against the wall his shotgun's butt tight against his
shoulder.
Bandit 2: /me Gets against the wall on the other side keeping
his pistol aimed at the ground, before nodding to his fellow
bandit.
Bandit 1: /me Fires a shot at the lock before moving in to kick
it down.
Bandit 1: /it The lock shatters leaving nothing but a hole where
it once was, upon being kicked it flies open.
Bandit 1: /me Stands infront of the door shotgun raised.
Daniel: /me Jumps out of his bed shocked from the gunshot before
quickly grabbing a .367 from a table and standing in front of
the door keeping it pointed at the door.
Daniel:/me Breathes in and out heavily recovering from the
sudden disturbance.
Bandit 1: /me Quickly moves into the first room checking it
quickly before speaking "Room clear"
Bandit2: /me Moves into the building before approaching the door
leading to the other room.
Daniel: /me Keeps his .367 flicking on the torch and keeping it
pointed at the door slightly squeezes the trigger as the
footsteps sound near the door.
Bandit 2: /me Kicks the door down and steps inside his eyes
adjusting the torch flight suddenly shining in his eyes.
Daniel: /me Squeezes the trigger fully causing the weapon to
fire a round at the blinded bandit.
Bandit 2: /me Screams as the high cal round tears apart the
upper part of his shoulder.
Daniel: /me Pulls the trigger again aiming at his torso.
Bandit 2: /me Is thrown off his feet as the round smacks into
his torso.
Bandit 1: /me Jumps in fear as his friend smashes through the
table next to him with gunshot wounds in him.
Bandit 1: /me Sprints towards the door attempting make a run for
it.
Bandit 2: /me Eyes roll back as he falls unconscious.
Daniel: /me Runs past the dying bandit and heads outside aiming
at the fleeing bandit.
Bandit 1: /me Spins around firing a wild burst of his machine
gun at Daniel.
Daniel: /me Fires just as a stray round smacks into his
shoulder.
Daniel: "Agh"
Daniel: /me Stumbles from the force of the shot.
Bandit 1: /me Screams as his left knee shatters from the bullet
hitting his leg.
Bandit 1: /Me falls to the ground and attempts to crawl away
through the dirt.
Daniel: /me Recovers enough to pursue the bandit, though slowly.
Bandit 1: /me Turns on his back attempting to shoot Daniel as he
approaches, swearing as the gun clicks jammed by the dust that
got in when he fired.
Bandit 1: Please... Have mercy...
Daniel: /me Aims at the man hesitating for a second before
speaking.
Daniel: "You tried to rob and kill me, I'm just returning the
favor"
Daniel: /me Pulls the trigger twice aiming for his head.
Bandit 1: /me A scream is cut into a deadly silence as he slumps
back dead.
Daniel: /me Closes the bandits eyes and turns walking slowly
towards his home his breathing rugged.
Daniel: /me Enters his home and sits on the couch carefully
removing his jacket and examining the damage.
Daniel: /me Looks at the wound, the bullet seems like its still
lodged in his shoulder before swearing "****".
Daniel: /me Stumbles over to a desk, pulling open the draw and
moving various objects around until he finds a pair of old
forceps.
Daniel: /me Uses his foot to drag previously gathered items such
as a few bits of wood, old books and dried grass into a
makeshift fireplace.
Daniel: /me Places the forceps next to the fire and Sticks a
sharp piece of metal so part of it is inside the fire building
materials.
Daniel: /me Retrieves a old lighter from his pocket and attempts
to light it, after three attempts a small flame forms which he
uses to slowly light the kindling of the fire.
Daniel: /me Waits for most of the materials to catch fire before
holding the forceps over the fire until he feels satisfied it is
sterilized before slowly inserting it into the gunshot wound
groaning as he inserts the forceps he stops for a moment to
relax a bit more until continuing.
Daniel: /me Slowly closes the forceps feeling it clamp something
before slowly withdrawing the bullet and throwing it onto the
table.
Daniel: /me Pulls the almost red hot shard of metal from the
fire, before suddenly dropping it sniffling a scream as he burns
his fingers, wrapping his fingers in cloth he picks it back up
he bites down on a strap of his daysack as he inserts the shard
into his wound cauterizing it.
Daniel: /me Screams into the strap, muffled slightly as the
wound is burnt, he slowly dabs the outside with it and coughs
slightly crushing his fists into a ball trying his best not to
scream again.
Daniel: /me Rummages through his day sack his hands trembling as
he withdraws bandages and gauze, slowly placing the gauze pad
over the bleeding wound he ties it off in a knot before wrapping
the bandages repeatedly over the gauze pad tightening it.
Daniel: /me Slowly pulling his jacket over each arm covering the
thick wad of bandages he reaches into the pocket and withdraws a
flask, using his better hand he unscrews the cap and drinks
deeply from it
Daniel: "I hope...this numbs the pain..."
Daniel: /me Wipes his mouth on his sleeve he slowly climbs to
his feet moving his shoulder, before stamping out the fire,
throwing his daysack over his shoulders and walking to the door,
taking one last look at the place before walking off down the
Pre-war road.
Provide with 10+ lines of Trader RP :
Aeolus: /me Leans against a dusty table in the ruins of a
building watching as a man approaches the table.
Man: /me Slowly approaches the table looking at Aeolus he speaks
clearly to him "Hello."
Aeolus: /me Lowers his Bandanna from his mouth and raises a eye
brow "Can I help you?"
Man: /me Blinks suddenly snapping out of a day dream "Ah yes I
am looking to buy a Glock, how much for one and two boxes of
ammo."
Aeolus: "Well one box of ammo is 50 caps but for two I'll give
it to you for 80, the Glock? 170 caps."
Man: "Ummm... Can you do it for 130 caps?"
Aeolus: /me Chuckles before his face turns serious "160 caps"
Man: "Alright how about 150 caps"
Aeolus: "Thats more like it I'll give it to you for 155 caps,
deal?"
Man: /me Nods placing three boxes of 50 caps and places 5 spare
caps next to it "Thanks"
Aeolus: /me Counts the Caps before sticking them in a bag
strapped to his thigh before turning around and reaching into a
container.
Aeolus: /me Searches around as he lifts two boxes containing
three magazines and a slightly aging Glock which he places on
the table
Man: /me Takes the equipment putting the spare mags into his bag
and putting the remaining one in his Glock "Seems a bit old"
Aeolus: "Usually once they've been used a bit they get more
reliable the previous owner probably has fixed it up so it
doesn't jam as much, try not to go killing entire towns. I don't
want my product being used
to slaughter potential customers."
Man: /me Nods "I won't" He turns quickly walking away.
Backstory: Like all men who server the Spartan Guard Aeolus was
born in a town named "Sparta" which is after the Greek state of
the ancient world, all the residents followed the ideals of the
state which they had learnt through generations passing down
books and knowledge of this ancient group. When he had been born
an Elder took Aeolus to the cliff side studying him for any
birth defects or signs of sickness or weakness luckily he was
deemed fit to serve the town of Sparta and was returned to his
mother were we would spend his time until age 7 when he would be
taken away by members of the army to be trained. He was mentally
and physically conditioned to live up to the standards of the
Spartan Guards, he was taught to wrestle and the practise of
Ancient martial arts to make him lethal with just his bare hands
as customary of this training they were poorly fed and were
expected to steal in order to survive only punished when caught
this was a skill that would be needed later in his service to
the army.
As he grew order he was deemed one of the strongest in his class
and was appointed a Eirena his task would be to supervise a
younger class as someone had done for his, while this happened
he was trained to become a officer in the currently expanding
army as he reached his late teens he would be sent into the
wilderness to survive with only traditional Spartan weaponry
such as a Dory (Spear) and their skill, those who survived would
be deemed a step closer to becoming a man those who returned
with a prize of a dead animal would gain considerable respect.
Aeolus and two others returned with their prizes parts of an
animal
the other two had killed a Mongrel, Aeolus returned with three
scars down the right of his face from a Yao Guai, and its skull
in his hands. He had killed a Yao Guai that had been seperated
from a pack of them by luring it between a tight crevice causing
it to lose its speed and strength advantage as it was nearly
unable to move, though he has mistimed his retreat into the
crevice and was clawed giving him the scars using his Dory he
jumped and drove it into the top of its skull killing it
instantly. After another year his training ended and he joined
the army, being dispatched with another group of Spartans to
another location to serve the intrests of the spartans.
IC
What is your name?: Aeolus Kollias
Death or training to become a true Spartan? : I have trained.
Will you bow down to anyone?: No.
Will you value discipline?: Yes I will and have done so.
Do you devote yourself to the Spartans?: I was raised by them
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: CPT_MK_PYTHON_ROGERS
Date: May 26, 2013, 11:25 am
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ACCEPTED
You have a bit grammar mistakes, but you'll do fine.
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: Pixie
Date: May 26, 2013, 1:23 pm
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OOC
STEAM Name: Pixie
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:1:41356305
Provide with 30+ lines of RP :
[me=Pixie]looks to the rock behind him as he hears a
scuffling[/me]
/it A crazed man with a broken bottle and bloodshot eyes leaps
out
[me=Pixie]regards the man with no interest[/me]
/it The man snarls and takes a step forward
[me=Pixie]takes a step back[/me]
/it The man charges, filled with rage
[me=Pixie]calmly steps to the side and attempts to trip him[/me]
[me=Pixie]rolls 76[/me]
**The man rolls 46**
[me=Pixie]trips the man up, leaving him sprawled in the
dirt[/me]
[me=Pixie]continues to walk with his back to the man[/me]
/it The man gets up and charges again
[me=Pixie]dips low and attempts to flip him over his
shoulder[/me]
[me=Pixie]rolls 78[/me]
**The man rolls 74**
[me=Pixie]spins the man over his shoulder[/me]
/it As the man lies on the ground (Pixie) reaches out and pulls
his arm taut.
[me=Pixie]whispers in the ear of the dazed man "Learn your
lesson."[/me]
[me=Pixie]pulls a machete from his belt and raises it high.[/me]
/it The midday sun glints off the sharpened point
/it The man looks up with terror in his eyes as the sun reflect
into his eyes
/it A tear runs down his face as he begins to mumble quietly
[me=Pixie]brings the machete down with all his strength,
severing the man's arm.[/me]
/it Blood spurts from the stump as the man screams and attempts
to push it into the dirt.
[me=Pixie]leans forward and wipes the bloody machete on the
man's shirt[/me]
[me=Pixie]sheathes his machete, a rasping sound coming from the
sheath[/me]
[me=Pixie]walks away, leaving the man writhing in the dust
behind him.[/me]
Provide with 10+ lines of Trader RP :
[me=Pixie]takes a flat,thick, chunk of metal from the workbench
beside him[/me]
[me=Pixie]hands the metal to the blacksmith[/me]
/it the blacksmith takes the metal, feeling its weight.
/it The blacksmith says "What do you want me to do with this?"
[me=Pixie]speaks with no discernable accent "I want you to make
me a dagger."[/me]
/it The blacksmith says "Any specific things needed?"
[me=Pixie]"I want it to be light, and so sharp it would slice
through bone."[/me]
/it The blacksmith nods "Anything else?"
[me=Pixie]"I want it to have a hand guard that would work like a
hacksaw, it also must be small enough to conceal on my
person."[/me]
/it The blacksmith nods again, taking the metal over to the
forge
/it the lump of metal disappears from sight as it is dropped
into the forge
/it When the metal is hot enough, it is poured into a custom
mold that shapes it to the specification
/it The blacksmith says "It will be ready in around 3 days."
[me=Pixie]says "I am afraid that's not acceptable."[/me]
/it The blacksmith looks extremely scared as he stammers out
"Two..two days"
[me=Pixie]says "Make it one and i will throw in some caps for
you."[/me]
/it His eyes gleam at the mention of having some extra money
/it He says "Yes...yes sir, it will be finished tomorrow."
[me=Pixie]throws down some caps not bothering to look how
many.[/me]
/it The blacksmiths eyes bulge at the pile of caps lying on the
ground
[me=Pixie]says "It had better be to the best standard."[/me]
/it The blacksmith nods hurriedly
[me=Pixie]Turns and walks away, leaving the blacksmith
scrabbling on the ground for caps.[/me]
What is the backstory of your character? ( MUST START AS A CHILD
UNTIL TRAINING IS OVER, EXCEPTIONS CAN BE MADE - 2 PARAGRAPHS )
Allison was born in a small village known as
"Sparta". Her father was the leader of the village, but her
mother died giving birth to her. As she was the leader's
daughter, most people were afraid to be her friend and she had a
lonely childhood. At the age of 14, she dyed her hair bright
pink to signal how she felt different to everyone else. She was
trained by her father personally in combat. She had a natural
talent and tried hard to please her father by being the best of
her age.
When she was 17 they chose to move from the village
so they could get more trading business to attain more wealth
and carve out their niche in the wasteland. Allison had never
been far from the village and was a bit scared of leaving the
village, but she adapted quickly and came to look forward to the
traveling so she could see the sights of the wasteland. When
they settled down, she was fairly happy with the place they
chose.
IC
What is your name? ( MUST BE GREEK - EXCEPTIONS CAN BE MADE ) :
Allison Lancer
Death or training to become a true Spartan? :
Will you bow down to anyone? : No
Will you value discipline?: Kinda
Do you devote yourself to the Spartans?: Yes
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: CPT_MK_PYTHON_ROGERS
Date: May 26, 2013, 1:39 pm
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ACCEPTED
MEH app.
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: ErwinRommel
Date: May 26, 2013, 2:44 pm
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Pixie's application RP example wasn't 30 lines.
Might I add that was one and a half paragraph for the backstory,
honestly. Three sentences per para, seems a bit half-assed.
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Re: The Spartan Guard
DIR By: CPT_MK_PYTHON_ROGERS
Date: May 27, 2013, 12:20 am
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LONG VERSION :
Dear Rommel,
Welcome to the Spartan Guard faction thread. As the faction
leader, it is my duty to reply to any complaints, and I will not
hesitate before doing so. You have recently complained about the
RP example and the backstory l. Due to you going "HUE HUE I AM
ERROR FINDER HURR", I will simply reply to your post. First of
all, I know Pixie since the last of FT and the beginning of WA.
There were times which he was a good friend, there were times
which I became a huge **** to him. But in our friendship, I have
experienced his RP many times. I roleplayed with Larissa,
Alisson, Drakus, Katarina and many more. I ****ed up all of it
but I have already told you that I have experienced the
roleplay. I can safely say that his RP is very detailed and high
quality. I judged the application thinking of his RP skills as
well. Moving onto the backstory. I will tell you that this
character supposed to have a different backstory and it was
quite long. I know he can write a backstory. Now that I have
answered your questions Mr. Rommel, I expect you to remove your
post so I don't see useless German signatures/pictures or/and
the useless quotes and a car crashing a panda. I do not think
anyone here wants to see them, as it does nothing but only spam
my thread. Goodbye.
TL;DR : Quality > Quantity. Quit ****ing about it. Remove your
post as well, it spams my thread along with your signatures.
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