The Rebellion In The East

[A Ghost]

The world of Zeroth is much like earth, Humans and many different types of animals inhabit the planet. There are four major parts of the world, The North which is grasslands, the west which is tropical, the south which is more forested area, and then the East which is a desert land. Although the east is desert there are many settlements all around which are mostly small towns. In the past all the territorys had wars with one another and had civil wars. However the East was found with many natural resources such as precious mettles, gems, and even some oil deposits. The people that lived in the east always controlled the flow of these resources however in the last decade a new world wide government has taken over.It is the year 2550 and The World Union has taken over, WU unfortunately has an corupt system that is consumed by greed. The WU started out as a peace keeping regime but now they are simply greedy paper pusher who use others to their advantage. For the last decade WU has taken over and starved all regions however the north south and west submitted the eastern people are more tough and wont give in so easily. A new Rebellion has started with the epicenter of the conflict being Azerathan city. Azerethan is a large city but not like tall sky scrapers. Azerethan is a desert city with small buildings and saloons. The people of the east are not fighting for control of the resources they are fighting for their homes and lives...while putting their own at stake.
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NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
DOB:
POB: (North, west, east, south)
SIDE: (World Union, Rebellion)
WEAPONS: (Bolt action rifles, revolvers and some automatic pistols stuff like that nothing too high tech.)
LOCATION: (Where you are in Azerethan)
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NAME: Jin Rene
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
DOB:Febuary 1st 2522
POB: south
SIDE:Rebellion
WEAPONS: Jin carries a KAR98 bolt action rifle with a magnum revlover and a 10inch combat knife.
LOCATION: Azerethan inner city saloon
CURRENT JOB: Farmer
APPEARANCE: Jin is Pic below, Jin is about 6ft 5in tall 220lbs all muscle.
BIO: Jin grew up an orphan like so many. Except at an early age Jin was inducted into the southern child army. Jin saw battle and carnage at an early age although he was found to be the best soldier in the child army and it wasnt long before he was inducted into the regular army. Jin excelled in the military where he was trained and also educated as well. It wasnt long before Jin was in the special forces. Jin had been fighting in civil wars and a couple of wars with the northern territory but now he was pulling operations behind every line. Jin was found to be the best soldier that the south had had in a very long time however much Jin was decorated and honored it could never clear his guilty conscience. Jin got out of the army and started traveling all over Zeroth but he eventually settled in the east at the age of 24. Jin married the girl of his dreams, Sherri (Pic below) and was happy for three magical years until the WU came and tried to claim the land Jin had bought because of oil deposits on it. Jin and sherri fought them off sure enough but Sherri died in the process. Jin had thought that Sherri was his one and only and that they would live in happiness forever, even the neighbors saw them as a true love couple. However with her death and the rebellion Jin has a chance to get his revenge.
PERSONALITY: Ever since Sherri died Jin has been quiet, almost no words escape his lips. But before she died Jin was known as a very nice man always kind and forgiving. When he got out of the army his nightmares always plagued him and he always felt remorse for the things he had done. Jin is still known as an exceptional leader and an exceptional person who is easy to trust and rely upon.


IC: Jin sat in the saloon the usual hustle and bustle was going on people fighting and drinking and carring on. Jin ignored it like he ignored every thing else. Jin opened his wallet and looked in and saw his money he also saw his most prized posession. His picture of Sherri, Jin pushed it asside and took out the mony he was going to pay with. Jin removed the three bills and payed the bar tender. Jin drank the last of the glass and stepped off of the bar stool.


Jin looked around again at the saloon as people were shooting brawling and generaly just making a rucus. Jin ignored two drunks fighting as he walked past them but one of them made the mistake if challenging Jin.


"Hey shlummy! You gotta pay to pash through thish part of the shaloon."


Jin just pushed him out of the way without a word. But once again he made a mistake. He grabbed on Jin's shoulder. Jin turned around and looked at him with a strong glare.

"What boy aint you got no speekin?!" Jin grabbed him by the back of the neck and used every bit of his superior strength to slam his face into the table. Jin herd his nose break and then a few bones near his eybrow. Jin pulled him back up and grabbed him by the shoulders and delievered a flurry of knees right into his gut. Jin threw him back to his drunk friends. The rest of them decided to do the smart thing and back off. Jin turned again without a word and walked out the saloon doors into the night.

[Klonoa450]

Name: Aliana Na’Salir
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Date of birth: Feb. 25th, 2524
Place of birth: South
Side: Rebellion
Weapons: Dual Uzis, a Desert Eagle, and a dagger
Location: Azerethan Inner City Saloon
Current Job: Part-time Stripper and rebel
Appearance: Aliana is a vision of mystery to all who see her. Her very name suggests that she’s a foreign to the world she’s just stepped into. She’s small, being only 5 feet tall and light, being a mere 95 pounds, but she’s absolutely beautiful, mysterious, and dangerous despite her small size. Her voice contains an air of seduction but incredible control and her pale blue eyes, her black hair, and her tanned skin make her a regular Venus around society.
For a pic of Aliana go here: http://www.paul-elisa.de/dorian/dori..._cathedral.jpg
Biography: Aliana grew up on the outskirt of a large town settlement in the South with her mother and father. Her father was a commander in the army and Aliana met Jin when she was 14 and he was 16. He was one of the candidates to be a soldier in the regular army and he was accepted shortly after Aliana turned 15. Aliana became fast friends with Jin, which Aliana was happy to do, because most of the soldiers her father commanded were much too old for her.

When Aliana was 18 she moved away to the East for college and didn’t see Jin again until she was 22. By the time Jin and her met Aliana had become a stripper since money to come by in college was hard to come by. After she graduated from college and met Jin, she continued to be a stripper but even though she tried to get other jobs, many people rejected her, for they knew what she did for a living.

When the rebellion started Aliana was one of the first people to join. Her father was part of the WU army but the WU had brain-washed him and he just wasn’t the same person Aliana had grown up with and learned to love. Aliana joined the rebellion to find out what had happened to her father and to expose the secrets of the WU. She still works as a stripper, that being one of the most low key jobs, no one really expecting a stripper to be a rebel. Her main job in the rebellion is to act as a spy but she is occasionally sent out to infiltrate WU bases and fight on the forefront.
Personality: Aliana is a normally happy and fun-loving girl. When Jin’s wife Sherri died she grieved and became sort of a shoulder to cry on when Jin was feeling especially unhappy. She’s distraught over the fact that Jin is so quiet and introvert now, more now then usual at least. At times, Aliana can be quite mysterious being sort of a stoic person, but she opens up to those she comes to trust, the person she trusts most being Jin himself.

Aliana packed her things and the money she had made and put on her backpack. Aliana didn’t know if she could take one more minute of the job she had. All the men she had seen had given Aliana money but they had also gotten drunk and touched her more then necessary. Aliana put on her backpack and walked out of the storage room to see Jin fighting with the drunks again. She hated it when he did that.

She began to follow him as he walked out of the saloon but as soon as she went into the local bar area a man grabbed her by the arm. “Why don’t you give daddy a little sugar?” the drunkard said. “OK, sure…” Aliana said nearing him. The man had to be about 30 and he wasn’t especially attractive. Aliana put her arms around his neck and neared him but then head butted him hard. She then delivered a knee to his groin and then drove his face into the bar. “I hate my daddy!” Aliana responded.

She let the man go and he stood up to grab her again but Aliana kicked him in the face, knocking him out. She went out into the night and looked around her and saw Jin about a block away. She jogged after him shooting out at him. “Hey Jin! Wait up! I want to talk to you!” She knew he didn’t talk much but she wanted to see how his day went as hers had gone so horribly. She caught her breathe as she finally caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t punch me! It’s just me, Aliana.” She joked.

[A Ghost]

Jin heard her yelling and simply stopped his foreward motion but kept his back turned to her. Jin had known it was her when she had grasped his shoulde...Jin knew her touch and knew her scent. Jin turned and to look at her and he softend his usualy rock hard expression. Jin didnt say anything like usual but he summoned up a very small smirk that he wanted to pass off as a smile.


Jin looked at her, Aliana was beautiful as always but Jin disaproved of her showing her body to men who were more likely to rape her than pay her for showing off the goods. Jin had never been to one of her shows. Infact he rarely showed up to the saloon at all except for the ocasional drink or two. She looked so pretty though like always though no matter who the woman he always thought Sherri was prettier but that was just a given. However she was the best looking girl in town and Jin thought she knew it but he wasnt entirely sure.


Jin brushed the thoughts aside and looked at her intently like he always did. People always called Jin a good listener. He didnt know if it was because he listend or because he didnt talk, It didnt matter either way but he listend to his friends just to be a good friend. Jin drapped his black poncho around himself a little more. Jin motioned her to follow him home. Aliana slept wherever she could find but Jin always offered his large two story home to her simply for the company and trying to fill the space. Besides Jin always made food for her and cared for her anyway.


Jin kept his ears open to her as they walked towards the outskirts of town...

[.:cor:.]

NAME: Adrianna White (aka Adrienne)

AGE: 25

GENDER: female

DOB: May 10, 2525

POB: South

SIDE: Rebellion

WEAPONS: Pistol and a dagger

LOCATION: Her house

CURRENT JOB: owns the flower store

APPEARANCE: Adrianna is a very small and fragile person, standing at only 5'0" and weighs a very light 94Lbs. She has long dark brown hair that reaches her hips and turns into swirls just a bit at that bottom. Her hair is always tied with a black ribbon seperating her long hair from her bangs that reached her lips but are always pushed to the side. She has ocean blue eyes and long black eyelashes, she looks almost as sweet as she acts some would say. She has fair skin, soft and silky to the touch. She wears a white long sleeve shirt. Her black jeans have holes in the knees and are a little too tight but she wears a brown belt with them anyway. She carries her self easily wearing dark brown cow boy boots covered by her jeans that really help her fulfill her country girl look.

BIO: Adrianna has had a very hard life, When she was 3 her parents devorsed and neither of them wanted her so she was kicked out onto the streets. She lived a harsh life, she was raised by a bunch of punks who thought they were too tough for their own good. When she was 7 they were all shot and she was back on her own. She then live in an old abandoned house until she met David. She lived with David and his family until she was 17 then her and David moved away from the South and into the East. When Adrianna was 19 she discovered she was pregnant. She planned on raising the child happily with David but on the day the baby was meant to be born David left Adrianna alone. with her child. Through the years Adrianna lived alone with her Daughter, Emily. The WU came and went and Adrianna wasn't able to lift a finger to help since all her time was devoted to Emily after she cancer. Adrianna was best friends with Sherri. Sherri was very kind to Adrianna and Emily, she would even help Adrianna take care of Emily since David was gone. When Sherri died Adrianna was torn apart. When Adrianna was 21 and Emily was 2 and a half, the cancer took over Emily's body. Three weeks after Emily's 3rd birthday she died. Adrianna was filled with guilt and grief, she felt that she was the reason Emily got cancer. She kept herself locked up in the house with Emily's old cat, Keekee who was a birthday gift for Emily from Sherri when Emily was born. Now Adrianna has healed a bit but her heart is still covered in scars.

PERSONALITY: Adrianna is very sweet and kind to everyone she meets. Though she very shy and somewhat mysterious since she doesn't seem to speak much. She communicates through facial expressions and just keeps her mouth closed.

Adrianna sat on her porch and watched Jin and Aliana walk home. Adrianna didn't really know what to think about Aliana, sometimes she wondered if she was dating Jin, but she never asked Jin or Aliana. Adrianna thought about people dating and was scared herself. she never imagined dating anyone after David left. She waved slightly at Jin as he walked past her house.

Her home was large and sat at the corner of the street right down the road from Jin. She stood up slowly and walked inside her house. The floors were cold and made of a glossy oak wood. It had a long red and white rug that went all the way down the hall to a spiraling stair case. She walked towards the stairs passing some small tables with empty vases.

She walked up the stairs slowly until she reached the top. She walked down a hallway passing a tall door that had a little pink sign on the front that said 'Emmy's room' on it. Adrianna tried to ignore the sign and just walked to her bed room. She looked around and sighed the room smelled a vanilla and had cream walls and a large bed covered with a rose red blanket and cream sheets. she layed down on the bed with her face in a pillow it smelled of vanilla also but it also had a hint of cherry like her hair.

She had her own unique smell of cherry vanilla but it had a zing to it. It was such a pretty smell but belonged to someone else, someone happy, like Adrianna used to be. She leaned over the side of her bed and pulled out a little pink box. She opened it pulled a pink baby blanket that smelled like watermellon and baby shampoo. She held the blanket close to her face as she smelled the blanket. Then she layed back on the bed with her eyes closed sobbing, an hour later she fell asleep.

[SPARTAN-54]

NAME: Adamska "Adam" Huntley

AGE: 38

GENDER: Male

DOB: Oct 27th 2512

POB: East

SIDE: Rebellion

WEAPONS: Lee-Enfield Rile, with scope(http://www.volny.cz/gaudeus/vystroj/no4mk1.jpeg , http://www.marstar.ca/images/enfield...d-S-Mount.jpg). Two SAA revolvers, one plain, one silver and engraved with the letters N.C on the handle. 8 inch Dagger.
LOCATION: On the outskirts of town

CURRENT JOB: Ranch hand

APPEARANCE: (http://cimg.163.com/game/0411/05/mgs12.jpg) 6ft2, muscular for his older age, he has had premature white hair since he was twenty, and now wears it long, normally in a ponytail. He has deep blue eyes, some people see him as menacing, but he has a charming smile when he means it.

BIO: Adamska grew up in the east, although having travelled for many years it is and will always be his home. He has travelled for work, when the place had no income he would move on with a band of men looking for work. The twelve of them stuck together, being recruited into private armies, manual work, always moving on if one got fired, or the pay dropped. They put it to the man, always taking all they could and giving nothing back. Once the WU was set up they were turned away from all lines of work so they turned to more hands on appraoch for gaining income. It soon turned nasty and they were hunted, now as far as Adam knows, he's the only one of them left. Never having joined a rebellion group, instead doing his own bit with his friends, he has yet to be recruited. Most view him as some old wanderer, but he has setteled down into a ranch in the east, and lost his old ways.

PERSONALITY: Adam is a reserved man not wanting to get close to people, he is now alone and has been for some time. He is well known around town, only because he has lived there for the last few years, no one knows the real him, and what he has been doing for the last thirty years. He jokes with the other farm hands, and is liked, but he never lets on about his true self.

IC:

Adam spurred his horse gently across the sand, he was nearing the town now. Slung on his horse were four dead hares, he had been hunting again and was now returning. He looked up and tipped his hat to keep teh sun from his eyes, squiting he saw the town.

He needed a drink, all Adam could taste was the sweat from the sun. Wiping his face with one gloved hand he trotted into town. Adam stopped his horse and tied it down at the edge of the town's gate, taking off the hares he walked in. Turning left straigh away he made his way to the butchers, "Four," he smiled as he laid them on the counter, "Well Adam, its a pleasure seeinyou again. Y'know you always bring the best in? No lies, y'know me, no lies." the large man smiled as he took the hares and laid them on the side. "Thats twenty," he turned back and handed Adam a small bag full of coins, "Please as always," Adam smiled and walked out back into the street.

As he excited he counted the coins before mocing on toward the saloon. As he moved he noted two people coming out of the saloon, the two kids had been hanging around together for a long time. Adam approached further and walked past, intending to head to the saloon. A brief smile crossed his lips as he tilited his head and nodded to them as a greeting as he walked past. He pushed the door open to the saloon andstepped in, seeing the two bodies on the floor he looked at the bar man, "Lovers feud?" he said, much to the amusement of the people gathered. Walking in and making sure to step on one of the guys hands he approached the bar, "Usual Barney," he adressed the barman as he sat down.

[A Ghost]

OOC- Guys the forum administrator is getting on my ass so take out the sexual orientation part.

[Some Guy]

Name: Ripley Fainn
Age: 37
Gender: Male
D.O.B.: 21st January 2513
POB: West
Side: Rebellion
Weapons: Scoped, bolt action MR95 sniper rifle; twin W.M.I. Desert Eagles and a Kabar Fighting Knife
Location: Azerethan (outskirts)
Current Job: Part-time bouncer and free-lance mercenary
Appearance: He's a somewhat stout man, breaking six feet even and one hundred-ninety five pounds when he stands. He wears tinted goggles to protect his blue eys from the glaring Sun. Ripley found out early in his life that his eyes are more sensative to the Sun than other people's eyes were, probably because his mother's eyes were. He usually keeps his head shaved bald or close to bald, if not, his dirty blond hair doesn't get more than about two inches long. His actual attire changes with the different climates he is brought into. But for right now, he wears old denim fatigues, decored in an advanced desert camouflage pattern. Steel-toed, tan leather hiking boots are his normal choice of footware, having to walk anywhere between four and seventeen miles in a day through exersize and his duties. Heavy gloves normally adorn his hands, as he occassionally gets his hands dirty with a little manual labor. Plus, they look cool. =P In addition to this, he also often opts to wear a flak jacket, modular neck, groin, upper arm and thigh protection may also be added. But these are worn between cotton tees and under garments, and his fatigues.
A Breif Biography: His heavy weapons say Army, Marine or mercenary. You'd be right two times out of three. He signed up with the Army as a sniper, and ended doing both sniping and EOD (Eplosive Ordinance Disposal) with his MR95. He timed his entry when the world was at war. He was once a soldier of the World Union (Western). At the time, he was young and naiive, not knowing the implications of his allegiance. After fourteen years of distinguished service, he was honorably discharged and soon thereafter became a mercenary. Now-a-days, he takes odd jobs for the most part. Being a bouncer for saloons, hired hand for private armies, even helping cultavate fields, taking advantage of his body build. Over time, he had changed. From a somewhat ignoran and often brash foot soldier, to a somewhat more dignified man who's an accomplished marksman.
Personality: He used to be quite shrewd and cocky, thinking anyone who couldn't shoot straight wasn't worth the time of day. As time wore on, this changed, as the times of war and scenes of battle rattled past him. He became more aware of his own mortality and the mortality of others, seeing past just the surface. When he became a mercenary, the drive for wealth took him to all sides of combat. To the North, South, East and back home in the West. A similar change washed over him as happened in his time in the military. He started trying to stay and the right side of things, he could no longer suppress his morals which had been so deeply ingrained in him as a child. Under the tough exterior, there's a sort of sky introverted man in there. He's not mean or spiteful, but he's not exactly nice either.

-I.C.-

A lone man quietly shuffled along the hard sands, kicking up a bit of dust carried away on a hot wind sweeping over the barren plain. An ungloved hand swept away the veritable puddle of sweat from his brow, before it could run painfully into his eyes. His left arm flopped listlessly at his side, his right adjusting the carrying strap of his nearly twenty-two pound sniper rifle. The end of a long four day partol around the town was coming to an end. He often wondered why these people couldn't build up instead of around. There was no mistake in juding thise place as a large city, but it'd be easier to cover if it wasn't so damn big around. He was walking in a bit of a slump, seeming as if every ounce of his equipment and things were a burden of their own. Have no illusions. He was a very fit person, one who could ordinarily shrug it off or recover. But he was more relaxed than anything, a short, but well-earned and much needed break awaited him. A break from the monotany of these boring four-day rounds about the twon, a break from the same old stuff day in and day out. A break from work. It probably won't last more than two days, three at the very most, but it should work out well for him.

Through the wavey lines of the rising heat of the desert, he could spot what looked like two people. Ripley couldn't really be sure of the distance, his scope was still afixed to his rifle, and he didn't really feel like taking the trouble to take it off and get a gander. One could never be sure of range, at least anything beyond about fifty yards on a hot, sunny day like this one. (Of course, nearly every day was hot and hazey in the desert) It looked to him like they were walking away from him, probably going home for the afternoon after putting in a day of hard work or something of the like. He faintly smiled to himself at this thought. He himself liked to work, felt the satisfaction of getting his hands dirty whether behind the scope of the rifle or behind the handle of a hammer or a plow. A long, drawn-out yawn escaped him, denoting his euphoria at the anticipation of his holiday. He scratched at his bristled face, not having had a good shave in a few days. He was a bit hungry, too, the C-rations he carried weren't exactly gormet food. A nice hot meal would really top off his day. Why not follow it with a tall, ice cold, frothy achoholic drink?

One side of his mouth began to hang open. He started absent-midedly drooling. When he snapped back to reality, a sheepish look came over his spacey expression and he wiped away the dribbling spit with a grimace. "Man.. I really need to get into town tonight." He followed this with a short chuckle to himself, laughing at his own plight. He figured he'd make it to a nearby by inn/restaurant in the next two hours, maybe a little more if he kept his lackadaisical pace. Ol' Fainn didn't want to rush, the other shift probably left already on their rounds. No need to worry...

[Whistler]

NAME: Ramira "Rani" Kingstone

AGE: 23

GENDER: Female

DOB: July 4th, 2527

POB: East

SIDE: Rebellion

WEAPONS: Dual Automatic Pistols with her initials engraved into the handles, 6 inch dagger, and 2-8 inch double-bladed harp daggers.

LOCATION: Azerethan inner city saloon

CURRENT JOB: Belly Dancer/Bartender

APPEARANCE: Ramira: (http://www.yolandabellydance.com/ima...y%20dancer.jpg)
Standing at 5'6, she is a mere 123 lbs. Her complexion is tanned and darker then most people in the city since her heritage. Her almost ebon-colored hair comes down to her upper back in straight locks that frame around her face with darker eyes to match her hair. Her body is toned and lithe since her days have been spent moving to rythems. Despite the dark allure, this woman is fatal when she has her weaponry.

BIO:Born in the East, her mother was a local in one of the settlements when a regime came through for the Rebellion. The Commander stationed his men there for a few days and romanced one of the dancers (which would be her mother), from there, the Commander left her pregnant and she had Ramira. Never knowing her father personally, she knew of him. When she turned sixteen, her mother was killed by troops of the World Union for information about harbouring the rebellion. Ramira fled, and searched out her father and had him train her until she turned 21. From there, she joined the rebellion and has been in for about two years solo and six years spent with her father. She keeps within the old ways when she learned how to dance but nothing came from it except a job at one of the saloons and at the cultural societies in Azerethan.

PERSONALITY: She is closed off since her mother's death. Her life has not been easy but she is pretty easy-going despite she will not let anyone get close to her. Trust is not easily gained, so she is constantly watching her back and watching the ones closest to her.

IC:

Rani slid her foot along the floor quietly as her body tuned into the Middle Eastern music that started blaring from the corner. It was live music which was quite new since they only played the other songs on the 'juke box' is what they called it. Most saloons would contain old style music makers since hiring live bands were extremely expensive this day and age. When the tempo started picking up pace, her rythem was in sync with the beats that pumped through the saloon now. Some people were deciding to pay attention, others were not. A brawl had broken loose earlier before her number, but it was just the life of the dancer and bartender.

When the song was drawing closer to its end, she came to the final set of steps and movements. She bent her knees and bent over backwards with her black apparel accomodating her. When the music finally ended, she was on the floor with her knees bent and her back against the floor. Finally, she sprang up and walked back stage. She heard a few catcalls which she ignored, from the same people every night, she just didn't pay attention. That's when she took the liberty in changing into something more her style.

A pair of black leather flared pants, black leather heels and a simple white tanktop which bared three inches of her toned midsection. Sitting on the edge of the chair, she propped her leg up on the end of the table and started strapping her dagger underneath her pant leg and around her calf.

"That should do the trick." She smiled, moving onto her harp daggers which slid into place around her hips into the hidden spots.

[A Ghost]

Jin kept his head up as he walked along waiting to hear her story however the droning of a heavy truck, cut whatever she was about to say, off. The smell of diesel fuel hung heavily in th air and cought his nose. The engine of the truck put out heat emission that Jin could feel from the god two yards away he was. Jin grabbed Aliana and slipped into a dark ally way. Jin looked to Aliana and put his finger to his lips.


Jin peeked around the corner. about 20 plus soldiers were unloading from the back of the truck. The heavy pounding of their boots against the soil was a little unerving and it brought a little nostalgia for Jin because he once wore the same boots. The mettalic clicking of their weapons could be hear it made Jin a little nervous because they were aware. The Rebellion was just theory right now it wasnt actucally in form....but what better way to start it now, and besides the whole city was on the verge of killing the stationed WU soldiers anyway, Jin was simply lighting the tinder.


The only problem was that Jin only had his magnum with 2 speedloaders. He didnt have his rifle or a hand grenade. The only weapons he had was his hand and his revolver. Jin quietly drew the large gun from his waist band and knelt down. Jin looked to Aliana, Jin pointed in the direction of the saloon, He wanted her to go get more fighters, the rebellion was going to start now weather people wanted it to or not. Jin had been holding back his rage against the WU soldiers and he couldnt hold it anymore.


There was no disputing what Jin had motioned for her to do, with a slight shove Jin pushed Aliana into the dark back ally's hoping she would go get the other fighters. Jin sighted down the barrel of his magnum and put the sight post square in the chest of a WU soldier. Jin remembered the uniforms they wore. It was simple BDU's (Battle dress uniform) that was made in desert camoflauge. Jin breathed in and out once slowly as he used his other hand as support.


Jin slowly pulled back and squessed the trigger. The large pistol jumped in his hands, The soldier dropped and his buddies all hit the ground. They were frantically looking everywhere. Jin adjusted his aim to the next soldier back. The scent of the gunpowder was thick and it gave Jin a bit of an adrenaline high because he knew the smell so well. Jin fired again but this time they found where he was and fired back...

[.:cor:.]

Adrianna sat up in her fast when she heard gun shots. She folded the baby blanket and put back in the box and slid it under the bed. She stood up and ran downstairs. She grabbed her pistol with a silencer and three daggers. She ran outside and saw some soldiers shooting towards an alley way.

She pulled up her pistol and shot at the first soldier she saw. The bullet zipped through the air faster then sound. It hit the man in the back of the head. She then aimed at another soldier and did the same. Before she knew it she had soldiers all around her and she was out of bullets so she threw two of the daggers at a man. When she reached for her third it was too late.

She had been shot in the stomach. She fell slowly to the ground. One of the men were yelling "Cuff her!!" and others were yelling "Kill her!!" But instead they just left her to die. The soldiers ran off back towards the alley to shoot at whoever was there. Adrianna lifted her self up so she was sitting, leaning against her door. She covered her stomach with her hand.

[A Ghost]

Jin saw the soldiers shift their fire to Adrianna's house and he heard a few gunshots from a small caliber pistol. Jin peeked out from the ally and saw Adrianna get hit and then fall down. Jin could saver her if he got to her in time....if not..." Jin didnt wanna think about it.



Jin stood up and redied himself. Jin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Jin shot forward sprinting as hard as he could towards Adrianna. Jin fired a couple of rounds over his shoulder as he ran. Bullets cut the air around him zooming like angry bees all around. Jin made it to her porch. Jin very roughly grabbed ger by the shoulder of her blouse and pulled her into her house as he slammed the doot behind him. The house was a tough one but they would get in eventually.


Jin cast his glance to Adrianna....she was hit dead center in the stomach. Jin put his hand over the wound and pressed it tight. Jin put his face only a few inches from hers. He wasnt going to let her die here it wasnt her time...not yet. Adrianna had been a good friend to Jin and Sherri and Jin sometimes brought things to Adrianna from his farm. Jin looked her square in the eye. Jin closed his eyes and shook his head.


"......No......" Jin whispered so softly in his gruff voice wich had not been used in some time. Jin stood up and tore down a part of the drapes. Jin tore thm into a large cloth. Jin put it over the wound and put both of her hands on it and pressed them tightly. As long as she didnt move and got medicle attention within the next few hours she would make it, god willing. Jin just hoped the rest of the rebbles would get there soon....

[darkdragoon2236]

NAME: Victor Eshbraught
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
DOB: Unknown
POB: West
SIDE: Rebellion
WEAPONS: One, double barreled 10 gauge shotgun and a case full of dynomite in his cabin
LOCATION: Cabin in the outskirts of Azerethan
CURRENT JOB: retired war pilot, crop duster and munitions drop off supplier( drops off supplies for rebellion via his plane)
APPEARANCE:see pic
BIO: Victor alway's had an ambition to fly, even at a very young age.
His dad and grandfather, both pilot's taught Victor how to fly at the young age of 8, by 13 he could man and pilot an airplane all by himself, but at the age of 17 he was drafted into the western army and was forced to fly soldiers into battle, he fought for 5 long year's before his term was up.
After he had served his term, he turned to the life of solitude and self work.
He hand built a cabin in the outskirts of Azerethan, he never liked too many people stopping by and saying hi anyhow. It also serves as plenty of room to take off and land his very own hand built airplane that he uses to dust all of the local farmer's crops for a fee of course, he also uses it to drop munitions off for the rebellion force.
PERSONALITY: A hot head most of the time towards anybody and an avid hard worker that keeps to himself.

[.:cor:.]

Adrianna awoke slowly. She knew she was in her house from the slight scent of vanilla but she didn't know how she got there. Last she knew she was outside shooting at some soldiers. She blinked and looked around. Everything was a blur. She tried to find out what was happening. She looked down at herself and saw her stomach bleeding.

She squinted at what she saw to make sure it was real. She kept her hands on her stomach and layed back down when she was sure that she was really bleeding. She looked around at the main hallway of her home. Everything was clean just like Adrianna liked it. She never really cleaned until she had Emily. She wanted to make sure everythign was perfect for her baby, she wanted to make sure she wouldn't get sick from any kind of dirt. She cryed when she thought about it because she knew she didn't clean well enough, because her baby got sick.

[Klonoa450]

Aliana sighed as Jin pulled her into an alleyway. She tensed up as he looked around the corner and back at her. Aliana had always had an attraction for Jin, but he always seemed to ignore this. He always seemed to fail to notice that she was there, waiting for him and gave up when she moved away to East. She was happy when she heard he had married and was good friends with Sherri, but she never gave away the fact that she still wanted the man that got away from her so many years prior.

Aliana looked over to the side and saw why Jin had pulled her into the dark alleyway. Over close to the saloon were a crop of WU soldiers. There weren’t that many but still, they were a threat. Jin motioned to Aliana to move into the saloon but Aliana wanted to stay. She wanted to help Jin. He pushed her deeper into the alley and Aliana finally nodded. Jumping over fences and running from alley to alley finally Aliana got to the saloon. She burst into the backdoor and looked over at co-worker Rani.

“We have a situation,” Aliana said to her. “Rani, grab your weapons and prepare yourselves. I think the rebellion against the WU has finally started.” Aliana opened her locker and grabbed her Bowie Knife, her old but effective dagger. She sheathed into one of her calf-high boots and checked for her Uzis, hidden in her jacket’s specially designed sheathes. She also grabbed her Desert Eagle and sheathed it in her spine sheathe.

“Rani, you should go out into the main bar area and warn anybody in there about the danger happening outside. I’ll attack the WU soldiers from the roof.” Aliana said. She could already hear the bullet shots happening outside. She rushed out the backdoor of the saloon and climbed the stairs to the roof and unsheathed her Uzis. As she looked down in the streets she saw a bunch of soldiers around Adrianna’s place a few blocks away from the saloon. Another truck full of soldiers was approaching from the opposite side of town.

Aliana sighed and ran off toward Adrianna’s place, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She’d seen Jin do it a million times back in the day and she had successfully copied it into such a way that she could do it easily. Stopping down the street from Adrianna’s place, Aliana unleashed a hellfire of bullets upon the soldiers, killing the entire crop of them in seconds. Aliana quickly found her way down form the store she was on and ran towards Adrianna’s house bursting in to see if her worst fears had been confirmed.

[A Ghost]

Jin fired two more rounds dead center on the soldiers but they were still coming. The gunpowder was thick in the air and it was starting to make Jin a little nacuious along with the smell of blood and disel fuel. Jin heard another truck start to rumble into town. But then it was cut off byu gunfire......The Rebellion was beggining. All over the city the citizens were attacking WU soldiers and check points.


The city had become a deathtrap for all WU soldiers they were getting ambushed and killed around every corner. Citizens would fire a rifle from their home and then disapear and fire again. The WU hadnt been expecting something like this. It had been just another saturday night to them. The fire increased all around the city and explosions could be heard. The steady thumping of mortars could be heard on the outskirts of the city they were manned by Rebels and they were very effective against the WU in th city.



But now the WU had gotten back on their feet and were sending in troops and a few tanks. The tanks were coming in from the north but the troops were coming in from the east. As Jin turned to fire his last round when he heard the crackle of uzis. As Jin looked out of the window he saw that all the soldiers had been gunned down. Jin checked once again before he grabbed Adrianna and stepped outside. Jin looked all around for his savior. When Jin saw it was Aliana he was quite relieved though he didnt show it. His main priority was to get Adrianna away from the fightin and to get some medical attetnion. Jin looked around for an option and it was siting right infront of him his 2ton savior.


Jin motioned for Aliana to follow him as he put Adrianna in the transport truck the WU had come in and he slowly started the engine....

[Demon_rose_666]

NAME: Sully Wilefire
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
DOB: October 31st, 2524
POB: South
SIDE: Rebellion
WEAPONS: 2 simple automatic hand guns...and basically anything she can get her hands on
LOCATION: Arriving te city.
CURRENT JOB: Singer/Traveler
APPEARANCE: http://aroms.com/anime/girls/closeup/pic89.html Normally you would spot the girl wearring a cowbow hat, with a long black blousse that's usually tucked into her faded jean pants that's usually held up with a brown western style belt. A jean jacket that cuts off above the lower back and stomach that's usually left open. Her hands are covered with fingerless leather black gloves, and her feet with brown western style boots. Inside her jacket is where the handguns are...along with numouress ohter things. She's about 5'10" in height, and 135lbs in weight.
BIO: Sully was raised in the South for about 16 years of her life which is how she knows Jin but soon she moved with her family to the East where she started a new life. She always wanted to be a member of the Military but..soon her choice of carriers drifted to her voice and she became a singer. And during the flowing years traveled across places. Her family were a bunch of farmers, and never really done anything. But her parents died, and she decided to settle down once again at her farm...which she is now found heading to.
PERSONALITY: Don't let this cowgirl fool you, her tough talking, sweet acting, flirtateous attitude doesn't match the way she can kick when you piss her off. She's quite a seductive character with a gorgeous smile, and quite a seductive looking body. But! She doesn't allow people to look at her in that way, and she's quite a person with a short temper...watch it.
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The night sky sparkled with stars but the dust could be seen collecting a mile away. She spurred her horse forward and heard its rythmic tapping a bright smile on her lips. She adjusted her purple eyes across the area. Smiling proudly at herself and tilted her cowgirl hat forward "the please as changed alot" she spoke in a somewhat western style voice. But then the roaring of trucks captured her attention "What the?" She moved the black white spotted horse back. "Ssh there there bessy calm down" she looked ahead and soon rushed her horse to go forward. It wasn't long after when she spotted a familiar man in the truck with two girls she backed up. Her horsed nayed and knelt back on his two hind legs. "GOD GOD! BESSY!" But she couldn't hold on she fell off just that instant and released a painful moan. "Why...? You dumb horse"...

[Organized_Chaos]

NAME: Caine Newmen

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

DOB: July 29th, 2525

POB: East

SIDE: Rebellion

WEAPONS: Switch blade, and a automatic handgun

LOCATION: Saloon

CURRENT JOB: Singer at the local saloon

APPEARANCE: Well Caine isn't much of a person to show off...but he isn't afraid to show himself how attractive he looks. He as black hair that cuts off pass his ears. Blue eyes. And a clean shaved looking face. He wears a pair of baggy black pants. And a rather tight black t-shirt. And always carries a black guitar case around.

BIO: Caine always loved music. And well was raised in the East all of his life. Soon enough as the years passed he became the local town singer. And loves it. He's been singing there for over 8 years.

PERSONALITY: Caine likes to refer him as sexy boy. He knows and isn't afraid to say that he's attractive, he isn't really reserved about himself he loves to express how he feels. Through love and friendship. He hates getting angry but isn't afraid to pull a switch blade on the person that gets him rather angry. He's heart is set on the local striper that he met a couple of days ago her name is...Aliana.
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Well the night was perfect for him. And personally Caine Newmen couldn't complain. There he sat in front of the small croud strumming his guitar silently. Singing on the microphone and soon people began to chear when he was done. He smiled proudly as he looked at everyone all the girls were screaming and he eyed one with a set of charming eyes and a firm gorgeous smile. "Hello sexy" he teasingly joked and he swore the girl would fall back in awe.

8 years now he was singing at the local pub well more of a saloon but hey lets face it, he never lost his touch yet. "Thank you" he said in the microphone putting his black and green guitar away (its a gorgeous one) inside its case and walking slowly off stage with it. He sat on his own in the corner of the saloon. Waiting for soem waitress to come by, and just when he began to wait there she was standing, towering over him with a bright smile.

"Hey Carol" He spoke. Carol was the waitress that always served him...well for the pass 4 years anyways. "What may it be Caine?" She asked him. Caine smirked "The usual" she nodded and walked off. He snickered as he watched her leave swaying her hips back and forth. He laid back in his chair and yawned to himself looking around.

The saloon was unusually empty tonights, the usuals were always there but normally there were a pest of people wanting to hear him sing. Caine had a voice of an angel. So said many anyways. The common girls sat across the bar eyeing him and he would give them occational winks but kept the eyeing back. Until finally his order came and Carol brightly smiled at him he looked up at her with a gorgeous smirk and winked at her "say care to come to my place tonight?" He asked her. He could see the girls face brightened, he knew she couldn't push away his offer no girl can.

She nodded "When you off toots?" He asked her keeping the smile. She checked her watch "i-i-in an hour" she answered. "I'll wait here for an hour then" he winked at her. He could see she was blushing he snickered and stretched. Watching the beauty walk away back behind the counter.

This was Caine for ya, the sweet talking, womanizer. He had all the ladies...but one...this one he wanted to keep and not just fool around her name was Aliana. Her fine gorgeous black hair beautiful marbled eyes. Her body it was simply to die for...and that personality...just god he couldn't even put how beautiful and astounding she was in words.

That night he met her late in the saloon after one of his shows. they chatted for hours even after the bar closed. She stayed an extra hour after the saloon closed and that's how he got to know her. He even drove the woman home that night. Unliek the other girls he met he would bang her that single night...but she was just different. Even if she was a striper she was different from all the other girls. He swore to himself that if he was going to meet her again that he was going to tell her how much he likes her and how much he wanted to bring her out on a date.

[Whistler]

After hearing Aliana reported WU soldiers gallavanting around the inner city portion of their city, she wasted no time checking her pistols. The gun looked too large for her small hands, but when it came to using them, she was a force not to be reckoned with. She slid the gun into the holsters after she wrapped the black holster around her leg then connected the two fastened straps around her slender hips. After that, she jumped the benches and left her apparel inside the locker were it would be safe until she would be able to return for it. Usually the only other dancer was Aliana, whom she loved like her own sister and loved to go out for a good shoot at the range whenever was possible.

Bursting out from the back doors, she cut the microphone short for the next singer and took the microphone. Lifting it up she explained quickly that the rebellion should scatter now that the WU soliders were advancing. Some men stood up rather quickly and bounced outside to join the commotion already starting out there. After making the announcement, Rani jumped from the stage and dodged past the tables towards the bar. She grabbed Lea by the wrist and pulled her behind the bar where it would be safer. Rani was quick to tell her to get home safely tonight.

Lea heeded her advice as the bartender was closing shop. He, too, was a firm supporter for the rebellion or he would not have hired so many of them. The waitresses and people were clearing out faster then you could think. Rani walked around the bar and towards the door, instinctively pushing through everyone and pulling out her weapons. Both guns looked too bulky for the small woman who handled them, but she proved to be something else.

Most men sought that a turn-off and steered away from her. Maybe she was too controlling or proud to admit that she was not a hussy ready for Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. She could act like it, but in times of battle, there was no place for it.

[A Ghost]

ooc- ok Italy i edited it, you are kinda being a b!tch about it but i changed it anyway.


Jin was about to start the truck but a Rebel came to tell Jin something but his words were cut off my the sharp crackle of a rifle and then the mans head exploded, Brains and blood cascaed on the truck. Jin was stunned and sat there for a second, a person that had been moving and alive just seconds ago was now dead. Jin looked down. It what was left of his head Jin could identify. It was a 16 year old boy named Jax who manned the general store and had been a good friend to Jin.


A lump formed in Jin's throat but the crack of a revolver shook him violently back into the real world. Jin's instincts took over and he hit the deck. Jin poked his head up and saw several puffs of smoke, acompanied by the shot of a revolver, behind a couple of barrels across the street near the church. Jin would need a good weapon to take him out. Jin had become a master sniper in his days in the western special forces but all the talent didnt do anygood if he didnt have an apropriate weapon or ammo for it. However the person shooting the revolvers had no talent whatsoever. The person was popping off many rounds and hitting nothing at all. Jin had been openly exposed and the person had shot about 10 rounds and hit nothing.


Jin looked around for an apropriate weapon, Jin scowered the the street full of dead WU soldiers. Finally Jin sighted the apropriate weapon. It was a Mosin Nagant bolt action rifle. Jin reached over and took it, Jin popped open the bolt and made sure it was in working order. The Mosin was a strong and sturdy reliable rifle, and very acurate to boot. It was the perfect sniper weapon. Unfortunatly it didnt have a scope but Jin was as good with open sights as he was with a scope.



Jin shouldered the rilfe and brought it up, Jin set it on the hood of the truck and adjusted the sights. The person was keeping covered good. Jin breathed in and out once very slowly. Jin brought the rifle back, he didnt have a clear shot. Jin looked at a group of rebels that had joined the fight with WU troops in the street. Jin slammed his fist against the truck and they all turned their heads. Jin pointed towards the barrels and wiggled his index finger like he was pulling the trigger. Jin wanted them to put some cover fire on the position. The 6 men nodded and began to fire. The volume of fire hitting in and around the barrels.


Jin snuck silently around the back of the church. Jin silently kept his back to the walls and and moved. Jin turned the next corner and saw a figure crouched behind the barrels. He seemed to have some strange clothing Jin hadnt seen before. Jin kept very silent not even breathing as he came up behind him. Jin contemplated his options, he could simply put a bullet in his brain or he could make him suffer. "To die would be too forgiving for the likes of you." Jin said inside his head. Jin looked over and saw an expensive looking rifle perched against the wall. He had to have been the one to kill Jax, and.....also wound Adrianna. Rage boiled up within Jin and he restrained the impulse to grip his hands around the mans neck and slowly twist in the wrong direction.


Jin held his rifle gingerly, Jin used the buttstock to hit him in the head very hard. the man realed forewards into the barrels but he was still conscious. Jin stepped back and kept his guard up. This man had alot to answer for and Jin would personally see him hang...

[Some Guy]

. o O (You can't auto-declare anyway. Ever. Well, except when you're dealing with NPC's. And that's only if they're not already under someone else's control. =S Oh, and sorry for posting this so late. I've been having trouble keeping the battery in this P.O.S. I call a laptop charged. It won't last 2 minutes without the wall adapter.)

-I.C.-

The lone walking man was still some distance from the city limits, still quietly shuffling along the cracked, Sun-baked ground. Ripley looked to his left, his eyes half open. He slowed down a bit, as he notices what looked like dust trails.

"Probably some visitors of something coming into town or somthing." He stopped sliding his sniper rifle from his shoulder. Slinging the carrying strap aside, he kneeled down and held the rifle butt to his shoulder and his cheek to the stock. He adjusted the zoom on the scope, from '1x' to '3x', adjusting the focus. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? He thought. Ripley spotted what he believed to be Wolrd Union transports. Are those troop transports? His elaboration continued.

Now he went full zoom on the area of interest, turning the nob on the top of the scope to '10x'. "Nope. No tricks here.. Damnit! I knew this would happen sooner or later!" He immediately recognized the outline of the vehicles as those of the World Union.

He had to make it back into town and help try to drive them off. The resistance that had been slowly building would also mobilize, this being nearly the entire city of Azerethan. Ripley slung his rifle back over his shoulder and would start his sprint toward the nearest part of town, even across the blazing hot sands of the desert in the middle of the day. As he started off, he immediately began to sweat more profusely, the extra effort causing more heat to build up in him. It was hard going, what with all the equipment he was carrying. But he had trained for this sort of thing for more than half of his life; his body was made for it. He paced himself, making the most of his stamina while keeping his heart beat and breathing steady. He figured the nearest buildings were just over a mile away, similarly with the transports he spotted not but moments ago. At the rate he was running, he figured he would probably make it in four to five minutes; giving aid to the rebels in the insuing fight bound to come to Azerethan. He only hoped that he wouldn't be too late. WU personnel are well armed and well armored, and he knew most of the folks around here were, for the most, farmers. Oh sure, most of them owned weapons.

But, most of what they had would not be able to penetrate the tough hides that WU outfitted their field units with. Ripley should know first-hand having served in their ranks for fourteen years; going through the frequent upgrades in weapons and body armor. The skyline of Azerethan became more expenasive as he came steadily closer; the dust trails were now leading into the city itself at the same time. He growled as he saw this, but he was moving as fast as he could. This ***ing heat isn't helping me either. He frantically thought to himself. Why couldn't they invade some place cooler like the mountains in North? Hell, even the forests of the South are a better pick than this oven! He complained.

At last, he ran past the the sign on the worn path of a road that read: You are now entering Azerethan. It appropriately had the background of the blazing noon day Sun; the steaming carcus of an animal clevery added by vandals some time ago. He sprinted down the outlet and skidded to a stop in a four-way intersection, whipping his head to either side. The .50 DMG (Deringer Machine Gun) caliber rifle came off his shoulder and into both hands again as he diligently scanned the area. Nothing here. Next street. The tactician in him was beginning to take over. He slowly jogged down the next block, peering into the windows as he passed the mundane mason houses while trying to maintain a low profile and sticking very close to the buildings. There was no telling if the WU had already placed snipers on the rooftops or in the empty houses, nor planted any ambushes. If he were leading the assault, the first thing he would've done was to secure to outskirts of the city. Then he would steadily move his forces inward toward the city center, posting units at major intersections and randomly search the alleyways. He would also think of interdicting their supplies; securing the various stores that would provide food, weapons and ammunition. He came to another three-way crossroards; not bothering to look at the street signs. Readying his rifle, he peered down each street, watching for any WU operatives.

Though they in fact entered on the far side of the city, they could've spread through the entire place by the time Ripley was on the scene. Moving on now.. Passing several houses, the construction of which was mostly sealed masonry and a little mud-brick, he rounded a corner which took him down a narrow alleyway. In a most monotanous fashion, he advanced down one of the main arteries of the city's road system. He chose the alleis randomly, having not the time nor the necessary assiatance to make a thorough search of the streets that he tread. As he approached the eastern quadrant of the city, he could start to pick up on the sounds of gun fire. Though still far off, it would lead directly to the fighting. Follwing his hears and his instincts, he take the shortest route. He knew the city well, having lived there for over over two years now.

Ripley eventually came to a road that spanned four lanes. Hmmm. Must be the industrial district. A lot of large trucks pass through here and they'd also need room to turn around and such. He elaborated to himself. He stood with his back against a wall near a corner and glanced up and around at the structures that surrounded him. Damn. Too many tall buildings. I don't even know if they're occupied or not. He couldn't really see into the windows. Nor could he tell if there was any activity. Factories, a few office buildings.. A good marksman could pick me off as soon as I stepped out onto the street. He could say the factories were running. Thin white smoke plumes still rose from the tall stacks, and the faint sounds of machinery echoed off the building faces. But he more closely noted the stacks. Even if there's smoke coming outta' those, the WU would've made sure they adhered to the emitions restrictions. Not to mention there's probably some kind of walkway going around them. He started thinking of a way to check for snipers, or anyone else who wielded a firearm. "Hmmm.." He speculated, looking around for something to use. Then he suddenly remembered something. He always hauled around an X-frame backpack to carry his things in, and he did have a protective helmet as part of his armor system.

He quickly knelt down and opened up his backpack, fishing out the helmet. Ripley quickly looked around for something round to put in it, and maybe some kind of broom handle or something to produce a make-shift 'head' into. He got down on all fours and looked behind a trash can. He found a half inflated leather ball and what looked like an old mop. He put the ball inside the helmet, even going so far as to strap it in, sliding the business end of the mop over the ball to simulate hair. He figured he could the confection out past the corner without it falling apart, and it would probably look convincing enough at a distance.

He would put his theory to the test. "Heeeere's Ripley.." He noted sarcastically, there was also a note of despair in his tone. Despair that came with the knowledge that it might not work.

He slowly extended the make-shift manikin head past the corner so that it fully presented itself without exposing the mop's handle. He even turned it a little in either direction, so it appears that 'Ripley' was checking both ways. No shots fired. Either there's no one there, or no one was fooled.

[Some Guy]

He elected to keep the fake head he constructed, no telling if wouldn't come in handy later. Ripley retracted the dummy head, and slowly put forth his own face. Cautiously moving out a little further, he figured that it was all clear after all. He wasn't embarassed and neither did he feel stupid or sheepish, what he was doing was common sense. In his mind, at least. He made a dash across all four lanes of the dusty street, not encountering any enemy fire. He smiled to himself as he ducked into another narrow alleyway, the concussive sounds of gun fire not too far off now. The alley was long indeed, crossing two city blocks inbetween an office building and what was probably a steel mill or something of the like. As he came to the end of the slim passage, he could see that he had made it to the city center. Or at least, he'd be there with the crossing of a couple more streets. Another broad road lay ahead, lined on either side with buildings from two to five stories tall, with a number of single-story buildings among them. He readied his rifle, removing the scope's lense covers and holding the butt of the stock tightly against his shoulder as he raised the weapon.

His cheek rested against the adjustable polymer plastic stock as he kneeled down, his left elbow resting on his left knee for support. The MR95 was a two-handed weapon, being about 46 inches long and weighing around 26 pounds when loaded. The rifle wasn't loaded yet, as he needed to perform several 'dry' trigger pulls to find a comfortable firing position.

He took several deep breaths and tried to clear his mind, calming his body and gaining total control over it. Time for him seemed to slow down, though his thoughts still traveled at lightning speeds through his mind. His right thumb flicked the safety from 'S' to 'F'. His right palm lifted the lever action and brought it back, the swing arm coming down and striping a fresh cartridge from the five round clip. As the bullet was brought up, the blackened tip was clearly visible; denoting it's function as a Deringer armor-peircing round. He brought the action forward, moving the slender, nearly 4 inch long bullet into the chamber and finally closing the breech. He even added a padd to the rifle butt. Not only did it recude the perceived recoil, also working in conjuction with the multi-baffel muzzle break (which deflects cartridge gases out to the sides and back instead of them straight coming straight forth); but it also served to reduce the transfer of movement of breathing and pulse beat.

Any disturbance produced by the body could cause movement of the crosshairs. No length of the gun barrel could be seen from the street except from a slightly oblique angle, which could easily fall into his field of view. The reason being for him entering his 'sniper mode': he spotted an enemy tank, sitting there in the city square. Like a sitting duck during a hunting just begging for a head shot. The DMG ammunition he carried could peirce the 'skirts' that went over the treads.

Unfortunately for them, it didn't even cover enough of the front of the tread to keep a marksman of his caliber from destroying them; as the .50 DMG round is very well-known for doing. He lined up the crosshairs with the vulnerable span of track, compensating for bullet drop, bullet drift, windage and other conditions to the best of his ability. He slowly exhaled as the rifle roared once, sending the armor-peircing bullet flying at almost 2,800 feet per second as it tore through the air. He could see through his scope that the right-hand side tread of the tank was completely torn apart, hanging in steel link shreads thanks to the fragmentation/incendiary material within the bullet. His right palm brought the action up and back, ejecting the smoldering casing to the ground next to him with nice but muffled metallic ring. Bringing the bolt forward and clsoing the breech again, he was ready to fire; not for one instant letting his sight travel from the outline of the tank. Next he would train his attention on the tank's main gun, what looked like the new balanced 125mm smooth-bore cannon.

Well, at least it was new at the time he retired from the WU Army. The .50 DMG could peirce that as well, several times if need be. Punching large holes in the main gun would render it useless because the gases from the charge that would send a STABO round 16 miles through another tank's armor would not by fully contained. In fact, the sudden escape of pressure could conceivably cause it to explode immediately, if not after just a few shots. He lined up the crosshairs with the middle of the gun, where his tactic would realize it's full potential. He repeated the necessary steps of compensation and let the rifle roar to life again, though only for an instant. He could clearly see that he had punched a hole in the side of the main gun, manually reloading the weapon in less than 2 seconds. He exhaled and another thunderous clap came from the rifle, a second shot aimed in the same general area of the first strike to the cannon. Yet a second hole has been successfully made. He decided to use the entire magazine, having plenty of ammunition and would maximize the ineffectiveness of the tank's cannon. Another muzzle flash signaled the firing of fourth round, making a third ugly hole in a very close grouping just past half way between the cabin and cannon's muzzle break.

A small collection of spent M33 Ball ammunition shells gathered near his foot; they bounced off the opposite wall of the alley and rolled to a stop at the sole of his boot. The last bullet had been spent, and confirmed that a large continous hole had been formed where he was aiming. A slightly larger hole was actually burned into the other side, the incendiary material aiding the fragmentation effects in causing damage. The chamber pressure on a barrel that big was simply too immense to pass through a region of steel that badly damage to be sufficiently contained. An explosion, and thus complete destruction of, the main gun was the most likely result. The vehicle was effectively imobilized and disarmed, ready for capture or destruction. Well, he would leave that up to the mob of the citizens of Azerethan to decide, as will the fates of the crew members be decided by them as well. The magazine was empty, and there wasn't a wind blowing that he could feel. So, he left the chamber open for a short time to ventilate and cool down a bit as he leaned over slightly to pick up the empty shell casings. He would use these as a tally to buy more ammunition later, assuming that the city was to be retaken that is.

He placed these in a small jacket on the front of his fatigues, and opened up a much larger pocket on the side of his backpack which he still had. It an opaque black one, made of hardened plastic. These didn't dent or get damaged nearly as easily as a steel one would, and he could always trade them in for transparent ones in case would ever start to forget how much ammo he had left. Though, he would probably be living in a retirement home by the time his memory got that bad. He slowly looked around, his eyes narrowing as he checked for any retaliatory reaction to his tactical sniping. He tossed the magazine in his hand, catching it every time as he smugly looked on. He set the new clip down on the ground, while he released the empty one from the reciever. He placed this in the same pocket from which the new one had been brought from; it would be reloaded later. Ripley had five magazines on him, with 25 'loose' rounds sitting in a small tin ammo can in his backpack. He locked the five round clip into the receiver, and again chose not to load it. He always prepared his shots in the same way as previously demonstrated. For right now though, ol' Fainn was pretty proud of himself. After all, who else could single-handedly disable a tank from a distance of over 1,000 meters? No one. That's who...

[A Ghost]

OOC- Very nice post! I loved every second of it but uh try to refraine from double posting in the future Someguy, and to everyone, It is nightime in Azerethan and the whole city is going up with fighting.

[Demon_rose_666]

It only occured to the woman when it suddenly smacked her across the face. The WU were attacking. It didn't took long when the girl hopped on her horse and moved back hiding in the shadows where she once came out. The night sky filled with stars only made the night worse for her as she pulled out an automatic handgun out of an holster that was straped around her waist. She hid in the shadows holding her gun high if they were to strike she was prepared...

[Whistler]

Coming out of the saloon could have been the worst idea for any normal person caught up in the fight between the Rebels and the WU soldiers. It was that kind of act that had people killed...innocent people who did not deserve the fate. There was a war though, and in hardships such as these, people died. It happened and it was something every WU soldier and rebel had to accept when they entered the side they were chosen for. They could not stop it, no more then they could stop the sun from setting. Well, it would have been a bad idea if they were not a rebel, but for Rani, she was a soldier for the rebellion.

The bulky automatic pistols claimed the area of her palms all the way to her fingertips as she wrapped her slender fingers around the handle of her guns. Right when she had come out from the saloon, she was automatically fired upon because they saw weapons in her hands. She dodged the flying bullets that had come towards her, but the person behind her had not been so fortunate. He was another part of the rebellion, but he was not someone close to her. She would mourn him, but she would not cry. He died for a cause, which placed him on their wall of heroes already. Every rebel died for a cause, even if it did not make a large impact, it would set the course of events for something that would.

Rani's back hit the brick wall of an alleyway as she turned the corner and shot at some soldiers daring to come her way. They were bold, she gave them that, but they were also stupid. She squeezed the trigger several times, blasting away three bullets from each gun towards the trucks and soldiers. Glass shattered, men groaned, and guns dropped onto the ground, followed by the hollow 'thud' of mortal bodies. On this night, would begin the most killing she had ever accomplished. She would comdemn herself a murderer, but in war, the rules were different.

"Come out and play." She whispered, jumping out from the darkness of the alley and onto the concrete street that was occupied by both rebel forces storming out from the saloon and WU soldiers coming out from the trucks. "Let the games begin."

Where was Jin? She questioned, looking around. Instead of wondering and questioning, Rani made another dash into other alleyways and climbed the fire escapes away from the action. Her speed was delivered as she stopped only twice to catch her breath and then keep on going. There was not enough time to halt in her search, she needed to know now. Moving forward, she came across another cross-fire and shot from the building, catching some soldiers off guard. Although, she only wounded one soldier, it was enough to draw some fire away from the other troops.

Rani jumped onto another fire escape, she jumped down onto the ground. Only the sharp 'clicks' of her heels could be heard, and sometimes a huff in her breath as she moved across the street towards the church. She moved...turned around...and then crashed into a figure. Falling, she hit the pavement hard on her hands and hip. Cursing, she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the figure, but when her mind regained stability, she realized it was Jin. He had just taken out another WU soldier whom was hidden behind barrels but now he was beaten upon.

"Jin? There's another convoy moving here. More troops, we should grab the weaponry from the truck and scatter. This time more tanks are coming too." Rani reported groggily and pushed herself onto her feet.

[A Ghost]

OOC- Im gonna capture ItalyMostWanted anyway since he hasnt posted and if he bitches well he can eat *****.


Jin stood knelt over the knocked out body. Jin turned it over and saw a face slightly younger than Jin's. Jin felt only rage right now. This guy had killed Jax and seriously wounded Adrianna. Both of those people had been very good friends to Jin. They had supported him throughout the year after Sherri had died. Jin couldt hold his rage any longer. It was boiling over the top inside of him. Jin cocked his fist and brought the knucles down on his face. Jin started with only a few hits but eventually the they came many and very hard. Jin stopped for a second and saw that the face had become very bloody and very bruised. The guy wasnt dead but damn close.


Jin pulled back and looked at his knuckles, they were completely red and slicked down with blood. Jin touched his face and his hand came away with blood, however it wasnt his own. Jin had beated the guy within and inch of his life and his blood was all over Jin. Jin leaned against one of the barrels as he sat. He thought about what he had done and he felt no remorse, the only thing that bothered him was the guys blood all over him. Jin fully sat against the barrels and went into a kind of shock. Only the clicking of a handgun awoke him. Jin looked at the figure laying on the ground it was his good friends Rani. She had also been close to Jin she had been there when Sherri died.


Jin looked at her, aparently she had fallen from somewhere. Rani was a pretty girl as well she was beautiful and proportionate to be sure but still not as pretty or proportionate as sherri but that was a constant. Jin stood up and picked her up by her hips and looked at her.


"Jin? There's another convoy moving here. More troops, we should grab the weaponry from the truck and scatter. This time more tanks are coming too."


Jin nodded without a word as he grabbed the mans rifle and slung it over his shoulder along with the mosin. Jin tied his hands and slung him over his shoulders as well. When this guy woke up he would have some explaining to do if the rebels didnt hang him first. Jin nodded to Rani to indicate her to lead the way...