The Last Battle...

[Milo Rambaldi]

The world of Galash has been in war for over a hundred years. It began when seventeen separate countries craved power, and began their conquest for world domination.

Now, it's down to three. Three groups remain, battling each other for world domination and power. Individual countries are in anarchy, and these three armies will do anything to claim the planet as their own. All three groups don't ENJOY the war, but they cannot reach peace while the others exist.

The Merosts, an organization which strongly favors the government form of Communism and socialism, has worked hard to provide equality for all of its citizens, and has done well in doing so. They are the smartest of the three, and are the only ones that have managed elections.

The Enrothev, a second organization that strongly supports their leader, who proclaims himself president, and is a dictator. They are the strongest of the three.

Finally, The Karoven, the third organization that supports a royal family that has proclaimed the world theirs. They believe in a strong leadership and capitalism, but still support a dictator-like power in the royal family. They are the best supplied.

However, now, a new organization, the Global Peace Faction (GPF), has emerged from the rebellious citizens of each empire, and is attempting to fight the three groups and attain peace. They are gaining strength, and are considered a fourth group that has a chance of gaining world dominance.

The question: Who do you support?

You will need to fill out:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Group:
Position/Job:
Rank: (See below)
Description:
Personality:
Special Skills:
History:

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Name: Alexander Hudson
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Group: Merosts
Position/Job: Premier
Rank: Supreme Commander of the Merosts Military
Description: Alex is tall, muscular, attractive. He has brown hair which is cut fairly short, and has green eyes that sometimes change to blue. He often wears a suit, and is very... "Preppy"
Personality: Alex is kind and thoughtful, but he can be quite cold during war. He supports equality, and has managed to be the first one to successfully bring about a socialistic society.
Special Skills: Stealth, Sniping, hacking. One of the best Martial Artists in the Merosts region. No longer fights in battles himself, however.
History: Alex was born into the Merosts society. His parents were strong supporters of Silvia Arnost, who was the leader at the time, and were both generals in the army. After both being killed by a bombing, Alex was left to his relatives in the Karoven at the age of 17. He served his required three years in the service, and then secretly snuck back to Merosts, where he enlisted in their army, seeing the brutality in the Karoven army. He swore he would put an end to such tyranny. At 40, he was a well respected commander, and entered politics, eventually gaining the title of both Premier and Supreme Commander.

Name: Nicholas Forbes
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Group: Karoven
Position/Job: General
Rank: Lord of War
Description: Nicholas is pretty tall (about 5'9"), muscular, blond hair that's about medium-length, hazel eyes.
Personality: Just basically a war-addict. His military experience helped him earn his position. He doesn't take sh*t from anybody and always jumps into the battlefield when there's war involved.
Special Skills: War Knowledge, handles machine guns well, plans things out with ease, sabotage.
History: He was born into the Merosts society, but quickly grew bored with it when a teenager and joined the Karoven's. He used to be part of a Merosts military, so questions about his loyalties still remain, but he makes up for the suspicions in combat.

Name: Aden Malcher
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Group: None but really supports Merosts
Position/Job: Hired Assasin/ Merosts spy
Rank: None, but has a connection with all of them.
Description: Small frame and stature. Wears whatever will fit into that paticular society. She dark brown hair and green eyes.
Personality: When on a job serious and collected. But she normally has a sparkling personality that makes people feel as she secretly supports their side.
Special Skills: Stealth, stalking, the use of long and short range weapons of any type. Weapon of choice is a whip.
History: Born into the Merosts society and when she turned eighteen she became a hired assasin, gaining connections with the various hugher ups o every country. But she has always secretly supported the Merosts and will always give information she has gathered to Alexander Hudson if she's asked.

Name: Jonathan (Last name unknown)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Group: Enorthev
Position/Job: Secret Police
Rank: High Officer in the Secret Police.
Description: He looks pretty much like Agent 47.
Personality: Quiet and secluded. He has an extremely high IQ, and if angry can be incredibly persuasive.
Special Skills: Anything that has to do with assassination.
History: Not much is known about Jonathan. He was born into the military; raised and trained to be an assassin. After he was discovered to have an IQ of 276 he was enlisted into the Secret Police Force. At 17 he was a private. By the age of 19 he was given his own squad. Now 23 he is a high officer in the Secret Police Force.

Name: Fiona Torres
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Group: Merosts
Position/Job: Assassin
Rank: Captain
Description: She has a voluptuous body type and about 5'4". She has shoulder-length brown hair with highlights and hazel eyes.
Personality: She's quick and decisive, as well as seductive. She is also not the best person to trust in a non-professional relationship.
Special Skills: Sniping and knife throwing; seduction.
History: Born and raised in Merosts, Fiona took interest in all form of government at a young age. She wanted to become a government official and in her eyes, killing was the way to go. She became an assassin, a cold-blooded killer, as well as rising to be a successful government woman, solely because of her looks. She is respected however.
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Ranks: (In Order of Seniority)

Merosts:
Supreme Commander (Taken) Chairman of the Security Council Deputy Supreme Commander (Deputy Premier) Commander General (1-5 Stars) Colonal (1-3 Diamonds) Captain Major Lieutennant Arden

Enrothev

President President's Army Admiral Deputy Admiral General (1-8 X's) Deputy General Semoro Selt Pern Tatolo
-NOTE: The Enrothev also have a secret police of sorts, where most members outrank everyone below Semoro.

Karoven
King's Army Commander Lord of War Minister of War Helthran Rinzov Martiolo Credov

GPF
Executive General of the Union Head of the War Board " " " Defense " " " " Security " " " " Offensive " General Vice-General Colonal Major Deputy Major Corporal Sergeant

(The list is a little unnecessary, but it allows people to choose almost any rank)

[Nicholas]

Name: Nicholas Forbes
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Group: Karoven
Position/Job: General
Rank: Lord of War
Description: Nicholas is pretty tall (about 5'9"), muscular, blond hair that's about medium-length, hazel eyes.
Personality: Just basically a war-addict. His military experience helped him earn his position. He doesn't take sh*t from anybody and always jumps into the battlefield when there's war involved.
Special Skills: War Knowledge, handles machine guns well, plans things out with ease, sabotage.
History: He was born into the Merosts society, but quickly grew bored with it when a teenager and joined the Karoven's. He used to be part of a Merosts military, so questions about his loyalties still remain, but he makes up for the suspicions in combat.

[Torturous Flame]

Name: Aden Malcher
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Group: None but really supports Merosts
Position/Job: Hired Assasin/ Merosts spy
Rank: None, but has a connection with all of them.
Description: Small frame and stature. Wears whatever will fit into that paticular society. She dark brown hair and green eyes.
Personality: When on a job serious and collected. But she normally has a sparkling personality that makes people feel as she secretly supports their side.
Special Skills: Stealth, stalking, the use of long and short range weapons of any type. Weapon of choice is a whip.
History: Born into the Merosts society and when she turned eighteen she became a hired assasin, gaining connections with the various hugher ups o every country. But she has always secretly supported the Merosts and will always give information she has gathered to Alexander Hudson if she's asked.

[Dr. Manhattan]

Name: Jonathan (Last name unknown)

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Group: Enorthev

Position/Job: Secret Police

Rank: High Officer in the Secret Police. (If that's alright)

Description: He looks pretty much like Agent 47. (Click Me) (http://www.hitmangame.info/Hitman_contracts_silen-assassin_reklam.jpg)

Personality: Quiet and secluded. He has an extremely high IQ, and if angry can be incredibly persuasive.

Special Skills: Anything that has to do with assassination.

History: Not much is known about Jonathan. He was born into the military; raised and trained to be an assassin. After he was discovered to have an IQ of 276 he was enlisted into the Secret Police Force. At 17 he was a private. By the age of 19 he was given his own squad. Now 23 he is a high officer in the Secret Police Force.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"Commander Artela, what do you have for me?" Alexander Hudson asked, leaning back in his chair. He sat at the head of the oval table, to his right the Chairman of the Security Council.

The Mid-thirties, blonde female in uniform sat next to the Chairman. Her hair was up in a bun, and her make-up was applied with the right levels. Needless to say, she was very attractive for one of the leaders in the Military.

"Our last battle with the Karovens went quite well. We forced them to retreat, and we were able to storm one of their intelligence bases." She said, smiling at Alex, bragging to the other council members. As the senior, and one of the few commanders on the Security Council (And in the Merosts Region), Irina was given a lot of responsibility. Not that she wasn't an exceptional commander, though. ;)

"And what did we learn?" Alex asked.

"Some of it's still being translated, but we've learned of a military movement in the thousands taking place in five days." Irina answered.

"And you think they'll still go through with it?"

"They have little choice, sir." Chairman Walker answered.

"And what's your plan?" Alex asked.

"With your permission, the Chairman and I would like to launch a full assault, and wipe out the troops when they're on the move." She said, staring into his eyes deeply.

Alex was momentarily fixed into her gaze, then snapped out of it. "You think this is the best move?" He asked David (Walker). He nodded.

"General Adams, your take on this?" He asked, looking at the older gentleman several seats down.

"Commander Artela and I don't always agree, but I feel I must in this case." He said, coughing slightly. David slid Alex the folder with the plan.

"Casualty predictions?" He asked, placing his reading glasses on his face, and flipping through the first few pages.

"A full wipe-out, sir." Irina announced, proud of her plan.

"Then you're going to have to change your plans. I want prisoners." Alex said, taking off his glasses and throwing the folder into the large fireplace behind him. Although it was a darker room, it was cozy.. Considering what it was used for.

"But, sir... These are members of the Aggora Branch..." David mentioned as Alex stood up.

"And?" Alex said, his mind still set.

"They're the ones that are trained to kill themselves rather than be captured, sir." General Adams added.

"Does it look like that changes my mind?" He said in a snobbish tone before leaving the chambers.

Outside, he spoke with his Minister of Defense, who was also a member of the council. "I want that battle monitored by satellite. If they don't follow orders, I want to know about it..." He said, then left.
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OOC: The Council of Security is super secret, so he can't just "Fire" someone from it... :shrug:

[Torturous Flame]

As Alex entered his office there were two things out of the ordinary.

One: the barred window had mysteriously been opened

Two: A folded piece of paper sat on his desk.

Both of these abnormalities pointed to one paticular person.

Alex took the piece of paper, unfolding it, and read it's contense.

-Mr. Hudson

I, along with some other more neutral assasins, have been hired by the Karoven to assasinate David Walker in his residence later tonight or early tommarow morning. Please transfer him to another residance and put extra gaurd up to watch him if you dont want to find his body later. If you need to know any details on locations or other such things you know where to contact me.

-Little Fire

!!!!!!!

Aden Malcher, often calling herself 'little fire' (thats her name's meaning) to protect her own identity in case her messages go astray, walked calmly through the streets to her stake out position given to her by Karoven.

[Tom Hagen]

Milo, Im in. I dont have time to post a good bio an all that yet, but ill be a Captain under you.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"Dear God, she's good..." Alex said to himself as he picked up his phone.

If word gets back that he's moved to another location, it'll only provide some questions as to the loyalties of those involved in the hit information. He thought. Alex as a child was very anti-war, but after seeing problems throughout the other regions, he knew there was little choice.

"Chairman Walker... This is Premier Hudson" He said into the phone. "........................ I've received some intelligence that places you in danger. I'm ordering your immediate transferrance to another location...................... I don't care... The Security Wing of the Defense Building...................... You WILL go, if I have to force people to take you there." He said, slamming the phone down. He and David had a love/hate relationship.

He walked over to his window and closed it again. After that, he grabbed the piece of paper with the information on it, then grabbed his lucky charm- A lighter. He lit the side of it, then dropped it into the empty waste container to let it finish off.

He grabbed his phone again. "I want a meeting with the Deputy Minister of War for Weaponry Production" He barked.
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OOC: He's going to have SOME politics involved, but I look forward to battle... :D

[Dr. Manhattan]

Three quick raps echoed throughout the deserted hallway. A stressed looking woman, probably in her late 40’s answered the door. The man in the hallway was tall, pale, and completely bald. A dark suit covered his body, countered by the bright red tie on his chest. She looked at him, questions in here eyes. Yet he didn’t answer, he inspected the door way, bending down and wiping a up a bit of dust. His dark eyes studied her, her brown hair was messy and graying. She was overweight, short, and mean looking. A woman that didn’t have time for anything, and yet needed time for everything, she looked him over one more time before opening her mouth to reveal a line of surprisingly straight and white teeth.

“Do you need something? I don’t really have much time.” She commented coldly, in reality she had time for anything. The look was a disguise to convince her neighbors that she was poor, her children a nuisance, and her husband abusive. All of these came added up to her getting pension from work, and an unlimited amount of time off. Normally this would have been dealt with by a normal member of the police force. She would have been taken in and questioned, then dealt with. No, the problem here was that she was having an affair with one of the Presidents direct advisors, how she came into contact with him was unknown. And the advisor couldn’t be harmed or “dealt” with, it had been forbidden by the President.

“May I come in?” He asked, his voice completely devoid of any emotion at all.

“On whose authority?” She demanded, again taking a hostile yet hurt tone.

“The authority of the Enorthev Secret Police” He replied, flashing the small ring on his finger. Her mouth opened to form an O as she stared at the bright gold ring. It’s insignia reflected the surrounding light upon his face, giving the man an intimidating effect. She turned, inviting him into the apartment. It was bright, the walls a pale pink, the carpets a dazzling white. Lacy cloth covered the tables and chairs. Photos lined the walls, men, women, children. A few of them instantly recognizable, all of them, if examined, would have been found to be in a position of power. As she sat down his hand slipped into his jacket, his hand returned with a silver pistol, complete with a silencer. A slight squeak of fright escaped her closed lips at the sight of the weapon.

“My orders were to bring you in alive if possible. A few of the younger recruits were very eager to interrogate you. But I knew better, you know things, you know secrets that these young man cannot afford to know. It would be better for you to be exterminated.” He aimed the pistol directly at her forehead, his finger cocking it slowly. Vibrations emanated from his pocket as he prepared to squeeze the trigger. With the pistol still aimed he reached into his pocket and flipped open the phone.

“Jonathan, we have news that Chairman Walker of Merost is being moved. We can only suspect that this means someone had planned an assassination. We need you to meet him after he has been moved to assure the Merosts that we had nothing to do with this.”

“Yes sir.” Jonathan pulled the trigger twice, sending two metallic bringers of death into the woman’s skull. Without a second glance he closed the phone and exited the room.

OOC: Just an intro post that melds into what’s happening.

[Zazu]

Name: Fiona Torres
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Group: Merosts
Position/Job: Assassin
Rank: Captain
Description: She has a voluptuous body type and about 5'4". She has shoulder-length brown hair with highlights and hazel eyes.
Personality: She's quick and decisive, as well as seductive. She is also not the best person to trust in a non-professional relationship.
Special Skills: Sniping and knife throwing; seduction.
History: Born and raised in Merosts, Fiona took interest in all form of government at a young age. She wanted to become a government official and in her eyes, killing was the way to go. She became an assassin, a cold-blooded killer, as well as rising to be a successful government woman, solely because of her looks. She is respected however.


Hola Milo/Alex/Paul. You just had to start without me...:P

[Milo Rambaldi]

Well, We needed to! :P You're in, and I'll edit something in tomorrow. ;)

We need you to meet him

Are you saying that the Secret Police guy is in contact with the chairman? :D

[Dr. Manhattan]

Possibly. :paranoid:

Well someone important had to meat meet him. And of course I had to get involved, I love politics.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"I want production doubled." Alex said forcefully as he stood up. The younger, but still experienced Deputy Minister's eyes widened as he realized the impossible task before him. He was already operating as fast as he could... To possibly double it would be defying the laws of nature.

Without another word, Alex left the room, the butlers closing the doors on the other side.

It wouldn't be death, but the Deputy Minister knew what the punishment was for failing, and he had no desire to experience it.
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"If he manages to do even half of what I just asked him, I wouldn't mind promoting him to Minister." Alex said to Andrea, his chief of staff. He meandered around his desk and settled into his leather office chair.

"You mean increasing production levels?" She inquired, sitting on the edge of his desk, turning sideways to look at him.

"He's done well, but I want some better results." Alex said, staring out the window.

"Well, like you said... If he can increase it by 150%, he's done something absolutely incredible." Andrea assured him, now standing up and reaching into her pocket for her PDA.

"Any word on Walker?" Alex asked, turning back towards her. The last he heard, David had been moved to a safe-house fifteen miles from the capital.

"He's going to stay in-between several safe-houses until we know the assassination attempts or stake-outs won't continue." She said, not looking up from her PDA, where she was reading a memo she meant to read earlier on in the day. "By the way, who's your informant?" She asked, not knowing about Aden.

Alex smiled. "I can't say... I wouldn't want to burn the person."

Andrea gazed up. "You won't even tell the friend you've known since you were in high school?" She asked, a little offended.

"Nope." Alex said in a flat tone.

She rolled her eyes. "Security teams will escort you to Benshil tomorrow. They'll have three seperate convoys leaving, you'll be in the middle one, and you'll meet the Deputy Premier and the cabinet members there."

"I assume Commander Artela will be acting chairwoman?" He asked.

"Yes... A total of seventy people will be there, sir." She told him.

Between fifteen branches of the cabinet, and several members from each one, cabinet meetings were NOT small gatherings.

"So be it." Alex said, turning towards the window, signaling for her to leave.
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OOC: It's hard to see Alex like this, because in all my other RP's, he such a nice guy! :P

[Dr. Manhattan]

OOC: I'll try to get an RP up by the end of the day. But I'm not promising anything. I have to catch up on school work. :(

[xXUnderGroundXx]

Too late for me to join?

[Milo Rambaldi]

Nope. :) Just read through and don't take positions that are already being used.

[Dr. Manhattan]

Jonathan sat calmly in the uncomfortable plastic chair that had been provided for him. Twenty different scans, probes in…Unsatisfactory areas, and confiscation of his weapons were the only things that allowed him to be sitting there. He managed to seem completely unbothered by the twenty or so guns pointed directly at his face. This meeting was an important one, and the order had come directly from the president himself. Maybe he would be able to get that promotion to Colonel.

A very attractive woman walked out of a nearby room, she looked Jonathan up and down then spoke.

“He’s in there,” She said, motioning to the doors she had just come from. “Remember, you won’t be able to make a move without being shot more times than you can imagine.” He nodded, gave her a charming smile, and then walked through the doors.

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It's short, but I wasn't sure what you wanted to happen. So I thought I would let you start it off.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"Is he armed?" David asked Irina. She shook her head.

"Then you may leave." He said to the surprise of the several guards pointing their weapons at Jonathan.

"But, sir..." Irina said, hinting that she had no desire to be left out of a conversation with a person willing to give them information on the enemy in exchange for a possible cease-fire.

"You have your orders, commander." David said, resting his hand on his glass desk.

Irina frowned, giving him an ugly look. She pushed David into the room and turned around abruptly. She walked quickly out of the room, followed by the gunmen whom David dismissed as well.

David rached under his desk and adjusted one of the bolts, twisting it to the right. A small, red light turned on on the side of his telephone.

"We're free to talk." He said, konwing that if any bugs were in the vicinity, they'd be malfunctioning until he turned the switch off.

"The President wants to know why you were transferred." Jon said, standing up. Unknown to both leaders, Jon and David had been working together for a period of time.

"The Karovens put a hit on my life, so Hudson had me moved." David answered, walking behind the desk and sitting in his leather chair.

"How long until you can go back?"

"A week."

"What information did you acquire during your last battle with the Karovens?" Jon asked.

"We've learned of a secret military movement, numbers in the thousands, in several days." David responded, smiling.

"Tell me when and where it'll be."

"Why?" the Chairman questioned.

"Enorthev can launch an attack as well." Jon answered.

"And then take out our troops after we're done working together?"

"Hardly... We'd merely plant explosives in the path, so that when the larger vehicles pass over them, we can get rid of them. It would be a ten-person team, max."

David pondered for a moment. "You'll receive the results of our actions the day after it happens." He said. He was willing to work with Jon, but not willing to betray and possible kill several thousand Merosts.

He pressed a button on his intercom. "I'm done here. Escort him out of the building and send the ambassador back to his superiors." He released the button. "I'll contact you when the attack happens." David said just before guards entered the room and brought Jon out.

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OOC: Eh... I no know...

[Torturous Flame]

"Send her in"

The Karoven King nodded to the butler and the door opened. Aden Malcher walked in, her head held high. "Good evening sire.." Aden murmered, bowing. "You called me in?"

"He's been moved"

Aden froze but recovored quickly. "The target?" She inquired innocently. "YES THE TARGET YOU STUPID GIRL!" The King roured. "Am I hear to be given his new location?" Aden asked timidly. "No...we have found the leak..." He nodded and everything went black.

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The first thing Aden noticed was cold and the second thing was wetness. Aden opened her eyes, sat up, and looked around. She immediatly noticed that she was in a cell. "damn" She muttered. Suddenly she smiled and turned to the samll window. "Ama.." She muttered. A small black fox was poking it's nose through the bars. Aden found a pencil and paper and scribbled something down.

-Mr. Hudson

They have discovored that I leaked information and are zeroing in on your chairman now.

-Little Fire

She tied the little dirty sheet of paper to Ama's collar and the fox shot off. Alex would recognize Ama, at least Aden hoped he would.

[Zazu]

Fiona walked through the streets of Merosts, eyes turning as she passed the commoners. She disliked the common people most of the time. They weren't--in her eyes--very clean. She treated them like dogs most of the time--not that she disliked them, but that was just what she thought of them.

A large man stepped rudely in front of her. His hair short and spiked, his shirt on the verge of tearing because of his muscles.

"Hey baby, wanna get a drink?" He asked.

"I don't have time for your childish games, nor do I want to 'bang' you." She said abruptly. "That, and I must get back to the capital."

"The capital? What would a fine lady such as yourself be doing at the capital?"

"Are you blind or just stupid?" She asked, pointing to the rank and various other military apparel she was wearing.

"Did you just call me stupid?" The man replied, his temper going through his hollow skull. He swung his arm back, swinging it back forward at Fiona. She took a dagger from a holster on her hip and stabbed it into the man's stomach, dragging it to the side as she walked off. Blood spilling, the man toppled over, holding his stomach.

Fiona walked onto the capital to meet with the Premier.


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Blah. It's not great, but it'll do for now.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"Captain Torres" Alex said, turning around to face the assassin. He folded the file he had in his hand.

"Hudson" She said in a quick reply.

He placed the folder on the glass desk. (Most government officials had desks of the clear variety).

"It's been a long time since we've last spoken." Alex said, leaning on the front side of the desk.

"Yes, it has." She said unenthusiastically.

Alex rolled his eyes when she was looking around the room. "I have an assignment for you." He told her, reaching back for the folder.

"And?" She said, wondering why he paused.

"It's a dual mission: Your job is to not only watch the Chairman, but also to monitor his activities." Alex told her, handing the file over.

"Isn't watching and monitoring the same thing?" She asked, ripping the folder out of his hand.

"I need you to make sure nothing bad happens to him. I also need you to monitor his activities. So, no, they're not the same." He told her as she read the first page.

"What brought this on?" She asked.

"The specifics aren't able to be told, but in short- A way the Chairman acted recently, and during the last few months, has led me to believe he's hiding something. Do I know what? No."

"And you want me to hide out and find this?" She asked, flopping the mission back onto his desk.

"Short and to the point."

"Fine." She said, turning to leave.

Alex was a bit offended by her manner, but wasn't surprised. She was attractive, and damn good at what she did. He would've preferred she at least show some respect.
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OOC: Nothing much, but it got the show started, and I'm sorry if that's not what you had in mind. :(

[xXUnderGroundXx]

Name: Merreck Shadomin (he usually just gives his last name, only his cosest friends know his first name)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Group: GPF
Position/Job: Founder
Rank: Executive General of the Union
Description: He has shoulder length white hair, sky blue eyes, he is clean shaven and has no real defining features. Blends in easily.
Personality: He is quite intelligent, but somewhat introverted. He trusts very few people, due to his past and only goes by his last name.
Special Skills: Incredible intelligence, expert skills with swords of any type, weapon of choice is a longsword given to him by his father, with a ruby set in the hilt.
History: Shadomin was born into the Merosts and they trained him to be a swordsman. His father was the group's leader until the war broke out and he was assassinated. As his father's last act he gave Shadomin his sword. This kind of messed Merreck up and he became cold and introverted. HE trusts few people and shunned all training. A few years after he broke out and founded the GPF, in an attempt to avenge his father. He has had limited success so far, as pretty much nobody has joined him.

OOC: Hope that's alright.

[Zazu]

That's fine Milo.:) I'll either write something or wait for someone else to write something.

[Milo Rambaldi]

OOC: Sorry, but is there any way your character can be older? A 21 year old just... Is a little young in my opinion to be leading a whole rebellion of MASSIVE numbers.
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"-Mr. Hudson

They have discovored that I leaked information and are zeroing in on your chairman now.

-Little Fire"

Alex reread the note several times, looking at the fox that had managed to sneak past all the security, as well as climb two floors worth of vines, with uncertainty. (The vines that are decorative on brick buildings)

He reached behind him, to his intercom with more than thirty buttons. He pressed the one from "Technical Support and Research", sending a phone call down to the research lab several stories below the ground.


"Tech Support" the responding voice said, sounding bored.

"This is Premier Hudson." Alex said with a stern voice, annoyed that the secretary didn't notice where the sender originated from.

"Oh-oh... Yes, sir! Of Course, sir!" The young man answered, now more alert having looked up at the light panel.

"Put me in contact with the head of Geographical technologies." He told him.

"Of course, at once!"

A moment later, he heard a small ringing, and a woman picked up, sounding out of breath.

"Mr. Hudson, sir! It's an honor to speak with you!" She said, trying to sound polite.

"Skip the honoring... I need the smallest global tracker you have, and I want it within ten minutes." He told her, then pressed the button again to end the conversation.

He looked over at the fox, who was lying on top of the bookshelf, not wanting to be seen, and staring at his every move.

"Aden?" He said to the beautiful beast. Its eyes perked up at the name.

Alex stepped over to his desk and reached around to the small tower next to it. He opened the first drawer, and moved aside his pistol. He dug deeper and grabbed several pieces of paper and two pens, making sure both worked.

"Dear sis,
I hope these coins I found recently reach you. I thought you might like to add them to your collection, especially the Karoven 10 Litho piece made from bronze, since few were made (But unfortunately have no monetary value anymore). I would even suggest not letting it out of your sight, perhaps keeping it on your person at all times? Maybe it'll be your new good luck charm, and help you to find your way out?
Your Brother,
Andrean Leux Shod"

He wrote quickly on the paper, hopefully making it legible.

A moment later, his secretary buzzed over the intercom, alerting him the Scientist was there to drop something off.

"Send her in".

The Medium-height, blonde scientist walked in. Her glasses were thin, and her hair was in a bun. Her lab coat covered up a suit-skirt underneath, but gave a peak at her incredible legs.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir..." She said as the doors behind her closed.

"You have the tracker?" Alex asked, not looking up from his writing.

"Oh, yes..." She said, reaching into her pocket for a small box. "It's a small adhesive, the size of a nail-head. It's half a Datron (About the size of a millimeter) thick, and can send a signal to our satellites, pinpointing its location to within 20 Datrons diameter. It's also fairly invisible." She bragged, it being one of her greatest accomplishments.

Alex nodded and snatched the box from her hand. "Thank you, you're dismissed," was all he said.

When she left the room, he reached into another drawer and opened up a pouch of Foreign money. He grabbed several Karoven coins, as well as a certain brownish looking one that read "10 Litho" (In Karoven, of course). He opened the box, grabbed the mostly-transparent tracker and attached it to the coin.

He wrapped the coins up with the note, placed the other piece of paper on it, and attached a pen with it. He placed it on the fox's neck, which had emerged from atop the bookshelf. The fox waited no longer than a second before darting out the open window again.

He pressed the button for tech support and was transferred again to the Scientist, who had to run to answer her phone.

"Alert me the moment that tracker stops moving." He said, then ended the conversation again.
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OOC: Might as well use the technology they have... :P

[Torturous Flame]

Ama raced through the streets, niether seen nor heard by anyone. She made her way acrossed the leagues between Alex's office and the cell. Ama, with the speed she was known for, raced through the Karoven capital and to the cells of the emperial jail. The little fox found her mistress's cell a squeezed herself into it. Aden, dirty and tired, smiled. She looked through the note and took the coin, rolling her eyes. "Idiot, he needs to worry about the chairman" She thought angrily.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"You'll be staying in the old Vertof Castle up north, David." Alex said to the Chairman, who he had summoned to his office only minutes after sending the fox off.

"And Irina will be filling in as Temporary Chairwoman?" David asked in response. He felt Alex was trying to get rid of him somehow.

"Whoever you want to fill in for you will be the Temporary Chairman." Alex answered, feeling David was thinking exactly what he was.

"And why the Vertof Castle? Why not the Vaslov?" David asked, knowing that the Vaslov was larger and better protected, not to mention more luxurious.

"Vertof is hidden, less well known, and despite the lower number of guards, it's strong enough to withstand just about any kind of attack, even with today's weaponry." Alex answered.

The castle was built at the base of a large mountain, even part of it was ON the mountain. It was completely hidden by a forest. Back when there were many different groups, it functioned as one of the strongest forts during the battles, and often resulted in a victory to those occupying the castle.

"Very well." David responded. He stood up to be escorted to the Palace several hundred miles away.

"I've also assigned Captain Torres to your security team." Alex said to him.

David was slightly annoyed, but at this moment, it was almost unbearable. Everyone knew how good Torres was, but everyone knew she was also a very difficult person to work with.

"I don't feel that Captain Torres should be assigned to my protection squad." he told Alex.

"Well, that's not your choice. And the Minister of Security also agrees with me." Alex informed him.

"Fine..." David said, acknowledging defeat. "Keep me informed on that battle in a few days, please."

"I'll personally deliver the results of it to the Castle in a few days. In the meantime, I've ensured you have a secure connection to your files at Vertof."

"Thank you, sir." David said before leaving.

As David left, Andrea entered.

"Cabinet meeting's tomorrow, sir." She told him upon arriving at his desk.

"Yes. I've already spoken with the Minister of Defense, the Minister of Security, and the Deputy Minister of War for Weaponry Production. They'll be at the Castle, along with forty-nine members of the departments." Alex answered, having spoken with many of them to confirm their attendance.

"The Palace staff is preparing the place to be fit for a king... Just like it was several hundred years ago..." She said, smiling.

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OOC: Back when it wasn't the Merosts region, there was a kingdom that was VERY powerful, and had many exquisite castles that still remain useable.

[Torturous Flame]

Aden sighed, took out a piece of paper and wrote.

Dear Bro.

Thanks for the coins, they'll go great in my collection. The 10 litho is very interesting. I'll keep it with me always.

With love,
Your sister.
P.S. save your friend, I'll be fine.

She sent Ama off with it and smirked.

ooc: aaah the tact of an assasin.

[Milo Rambaldi]

"General Adams... Thanks for filling in." Alex said to the temporary Chairman.

In the enormous Kathov Castle, they had met up to discuss the cabinet meeting and to discuss what things were going to be going on militarily for the next few days.

"It's a pleasure, sir. It's just a shame that Chairman Adams wasn't able to make it here." He answered. Most of the Security council was going to be present (Not as the security council, just for military advice, as most of the cabinet members didn't know who was on the council.)

"Yes, it is... But, with you and Commander Artela, I'm sure we can manage anything military-related." Alex told him, patting him on the back as he left the General to procede to his temporary office.

"That spot should've been MINE!" Irina yelled as soon as Alex closed the door behind him.

Alex said nothing until he sat behind the small desk.

"I gave Walker the opportunity to choose whoever he wanted. Mainly because he was probably thinking I was trying to get rid of him, and I would've chosen you to be the temp." He answered.

"But I was next in line..." She said through clenched teeth.

"And Adams is only filling in for a week or two. Besides, you still outrank him for the most part."

"Yes, but all military movements have to be cleared by him, so, in theory, I DON'T!" Irina said, slapping her hands on his desk.


"Then deal with it, Commander." Alex said to the woman who was roughly 4th in charge of all military matters in the 1.8 billion-person region. (Excluding territories)

"Fine... Sir." She spat at him before leaving.

Alex picked up his phone. "Tell the Cabinet I'll be in there in twenty minutes. Anyone who's late, lock them out." He said forcefully.
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OOC: All of the countries are huge, as well as have territories... :)

[Zazu]

I would rp, but I'm not exactly sure where I'm supposed to be right now...>_>

[Dr. Manhattan]

Jon shrugged off the guard’s grip.

“I can walk fine on my own, thank you very much.” He said coolly. At the front desk he accepted his weapons back from the glowering guard and exited the building. The possibility of gaining an edge over the Karovens was good news indeed. It was surprising how easy it had been to face David after the past…Event…That had occurred, it was time to give his report…

[Milo Rambaldi]

"And the last item on the list would be to hear the update on the Respa Territory from Governor Nila, sir," the secretary of the meeting answered after citing the last thing on her paper.

"Thank you." Alex said, turning to a woman on the right side of the room, the second balcony up.

The room was arranged to have cabinet heads sitting in the middle, military members on the lower section on the left. Above the military members were Extra members of the Cabinet. Across them were the Governors of each territory. Below the governors were leading members of Parliament, as well as Chancellors (Or representatives) of each state.

A younger woman, roughly 23, stood up. Her brown hair fell down to her soldiers, and she was wearing a very fitting dress, making the males sit around her blush.

"The citizens of the newly-acquired Respa Territory are fitting in quite nicely. They've finally admitted that their old government, the last of the small opponents, is gone, and we're in charge now."

"Any coup attempts? Anything to get their territory back?" Alex asked.

"Yes, but only one. After you show the citizens what happens to people like that... They got the message..." She explained, a smile forming on her lip.

Several members of the room shuddered, remembering what she had done to the person several months prior. Nobody would've known it was him if it wasn't done publicly.

"Yes, I'm sure we all remember that..." Alex said distastefully. If he had been informed of the situation, he wouldn't have allowed it.. EVER...

"Other than that, no. In fact, we just had our first legislative meeting." She bragged. Although it was true she was able to make things go faster than other governors had, she also cut corners, such as appointing a legislature, rather than having one elected.

"Then I guess this cabinet meeting is adjourned." He responded.

He stood up, as did everyone else. He turned around and left the room as the chamber applauded.

"I want to see that bitch RIGHT now!" He told Andrea right after the doors closed.
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OOC: Trying to revive it.

[Milo Rambaldi]

Anyone still interested? :(

[Zazu]

I think I could do this again. I think I could get out a few ideas of what to do after having reread most of the stuff. The problem is getting others.

[The Muffin Man]

If your accepting new characters I'd be willing to join

[Milo Rambaldi]

I could've sworn I had touched back on this... :( Anyone still interested THIS time around?

[The Muffin Man]

like I said before.... If your accepting new characters I'd be willing to join

[Milo Rambaldi]

Yes, definitely.

[The Muffin Man]

then I'll get to making a character and edit it in this post when I'm done

[Zazu]

Again, I'll help you out. I haven't written anything lately, and I've been wanting to write something.

[Milo Rambaldi]

Well, anytime you guys want to submit profiles...

[Zazu]

Are we starting anew then? If so, I'll start work on a profile once my computer is back to normal.

[Dr. Manhattan]

Wait this is restarting? Because I would be okay with doing that. I was kind of lost last time.

[Milo Rambaldi]

I guess we can start anew... My story kind of... Went farther into politics than I had planned on... :P (It was going to get less, but then the RP died, so...)

[Aristotle]

I'd like to join... :)

Name: Marko "The Hunter" Tupanyov
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Group: Currently Karoven (best pay)
Job: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter
Rank: n/a
Description: Tall with a strong build (6'3", very muscular from training); piercing green eyes; long jet-black hair, with gray coming in around the temples already, usually pulled back in a ponytail; off duty: wears long-sleeves, even in summer // in the field: whatever best camoflauges available.
Personality: Remains resolute and calm, no matter the circumstances. He can assess the possible consequences of a choice quickly. Refered to as cold-blooded, but wouldn't think so, just making an honest living. Despite all this, he is adventurous and very curious of new things. Despite all of his achievements, he is humble and knows when to admit defeat... if it ever comes to that.
Special Skills: Assassination, Sniping, Fighter-Jet Piloting, Naval Warfare (particularily submarines)
History: Born in Merosts, he joined their Navy as an ensign on a submarine. From there he quickly rose to commandeer his own ship. In a devestating accident with an inept missile engineer, his ship was destroyed. His adventurous personality led him to find something new. He joined the Merosts Air Force and, once again, rose through the ranks to lead a squadron. He was shot down, during a bombing raid, over enemy territory... Enorthev. He quickly decided to disguise himself as an average farmboy--only 27 at the time. He was picked up by Enorthev military, searching for new recruits. In boot camp, he found that he handled a sniper rifle well and moved on to become a sniper for the Enorthev Army. It dawned on him, one day, at the age of 29, that he was better than any of these men. So he killed his entire group in their sleep. He escaped to Karoven, where he decided to hire himself out as a assassin/mercenary to the Karoven government. They accepted him for better pay than he could hope to receive from the other two powers. He was sent on a mission to take out the commander of the Enorthev Military, where he currently is, in a mountainous area. He wishes to return to Merosts someday, but with each passing day, he feels like none of the three countries could serve as a home for him.