the stale cold smell of morning

[enginesock]

THE WAR ZONE MEME



WARNING: Meme will contain TRIGGERS, including war, violence, capture, and general uncomfortable content. Please do not click if you don't want to see, and please respect your fellow role-players.


Post with your character with name and canon.
List any preferences(roles, scenarios, time periods, etc.) you have.
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ROLES
1) The General/Admiral: You're the head honcho, the guy in charge. You have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives resting on you. What decision will you make?

2) The Officer: Not the leader, but you've got responsibility for your crew. What's your specialty -- independent initiative? Insubordination? Or do you let the noncoms walk all over you?

3) The Soldier: Just an ordinary soldier with your pike, or rifle, or energy gun. Your job is to follow orders. But when it comes down to it, when you look the enemy in the eye -- what will you do?

4) Spy: Dressed in civilian clothes, disguised as an enemy officer. Your job is to get as much information as you can, and then get out. Or are you going to sow a little chaos and destruction along the way?

5) Civilian: This is your land that's being fought over. Do you support a side? Do you hide, or do you hold steady in the face of such violence?

6) Other.

SCENARIOS
1) Battle: In the middle of the fighting.

2) Downtime/R&R: A few peaceful moments, to spend as you will.

3) Sabotage: Something's gone terribly wrong. A factory blown up, a bridge destroyed, an assassination. What do you do about it?

4) Planning: How do you go about storming that beach?

5) Capture/Rescue: The enemy soldiers have you surrounded. Or maybe you're on a daring mission to break your buddies out of jail.

6) Other.

TIME PERIOD
1) Ancient times: Grab that centurion's helmet, form up into a phalanx, and let's go crush those Gauls and/or Persians!

2) Medieval times: Suit up in your armor, grab a lance and make sure to bring along your squire.

3) Revolutionary times: Basic guns and muskets, very little medical care, and very little tactics. Give the other army a few days to dig in, and they'll hold you off forever.

4) World War I/II: Technology is advancing, and warfare is more sophisticated than ever. Remember the trenches, the skirmishes in cities, the spies and the drama.

5) Modern times: Guerilla warfare, modern tactics, modern technology.

6) The future: Ray guns? Space battles? Let your imagination go wild.

7) Other.

Comments

spot | arknights

[seespotshield]

[ mostly looking to play in his canon setting for this, but i'm open to cross-canon if you're familiar with arknights. ]

yakov yurovsky | the last czars

[medik]

[ a war-weary medic, drafted into the tsar's army in WW1, then a soldier voluntarily fighting on the side of the reds in the russian civil war. the de facto leader of his unit; as Doc and as someone in his mid-thirties he carries a degree of authority among the men that others don't.

down to play him at either point; happy to handwave language barriers if he's encountering non-russian characters as prisoners, captors, or wounded (he has no loyalty to the tsar and will absolutely help the wounded regardless of nationality, as he feels much more connection to his fellow workers than the people he's told he must fight for). i also have a grishaverse au for him here! ]

Meioh Setsuna/Sailor Pluto | Sailormoon

[puruuto]

| Maybe something before or after Crystal Tokyo? Or maybe further in the past like the Silver Millennium? I can even drop her into other worlds. |

Shota Aizawa | My Hero Academia | OTA

[eyerasure]

[Looking for something around this in canon. Any prompt is good and happy to work something out.]

Corporal John 'Reaper' Grimm | Doom movie

[reaper_asin_grimm]

[Roles: 2 and/or 3
Scenarios: Any
Time Period: 5 or 6]

Boromir | Lord of the Rings (book canon) | OTA

[wouldhavefollowed]

[[Obviously, per canon, he'll default to medieval fighting, as a commander/officer (technically Captain, but who's counting?), but I'm also open to AUs if you'd prefer - just ask!]]

[[All prompts are fine.]]

Benedict Fox | The Last Case of Benedict Fox | OTA

[companionsgrasp]

[Either the Officer, the Soldier, or even the Spy (who is actually looking for Occult Signs). Any scenario. Time period can be anything between the First World War to modern times. ota!!]

OC | Bionicle

[grapplehook_kakama]

[ Metru Nui Matoran Civil War or Dark-Hunter-Toa War for two more well know canon events with Metruran!Kynai. One of old Barraki's conflicts, or brainstorming something that could be happening in one of the less-known islands could be interesting. Depending on which, she would either be a civilian or a soldier. ]

Erwin Smith | Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin

[stone_faced]

[Still voicetesting. ]

gen. gu jawoon ★ d.p. | deserter pursuit

[jag_off]

[ pref is for the korean war or vietnam war; though he's the south korean JAG i'm happy to AU him into more of a combat role as opposed to administrative for ease of threading. ]

Lt. Ford Brody | Godzilla (2014)

[bombtech]

[US Navy, explosive ordnance disposal officer (EOD).]

Pvt. Hudson | Aliens

[baddestbadass]

[Hudson is a US Colonial Marine. Hi-tech weaponry and alien invasions.]

Eligre, the Lady Crow || flexible high fantasy OC || OTA

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{Default is standard medieval-adjacent setting. She's a war-mage, a mercenary who instead of selling their blade, sells the promise of blazing death rained down upon your enemies. If you've the cash to keep her on your side.}}

Levi // Attack On Titan // ota

[wingbound]

[ Survey Corps Captain in canon. For an AU, I'd be interested in him as a veteran/highly skilled sniper, pilot, bomb defusing specialist, or part of spec ops. ]

Gabe Rodriguez | Original | OTA

[minuteofangle]

[ Scifi corporate mercenary. Blind, using adaptive tech. Sniper for hire. ]

[nonsurvivor]

It's one of those situations he should have seen coming and didn't. He fled across the desert from the Buzzards, only to end up chased down by a group he doesn't recognize. The only thing that got them off his back was when they ran into another group he also doesn't recognize, one with better cars and better weapons.

And now Max is on foot, his car wrecked, trying not to get hit by crossfire as he makes his way to cover.

[minuteofangle]

Nothing that's happening today is remotely personal. In Gabe's world, that's almost a kindness. Keeps everything nice and tidy. Means people aren't liable to get vindictive because they've got no idea who he is, or why he's involved. The answer bleeds back to money, the way it always does. He doesn't care why the targets in his scope are killing each other: that's besides the point. It's just happening.

There's a broad shouldered motherfucker moving across the sand. Coming into range.

Gabe just slows his breathing down, and lines up a headshot. Might as well clean this up fast, go home early.

He fires. Feels the kick into his shoulder. And -

It goes wide. Motherfucker.

[nonsurvivor]

Sniper. He hasn't seen a sniper in a very long time. Buzzards don't have the patience, War Boys don't live long enough to get good at it.

He has taken cover behind a wrecked truck, but he can't stay here. Move, move, keep moving. Cover to cover, until he's on a hillside, ducking behind rocks.

The sniper is up here somewhere and since the sniper is the only one who's shot specifically at him he decides to take him out, take his weapon. Hide out until the battle's done.

But first he has to find it.

[minuteofangle]

Well, fuck.

Gabe toggles his tech, recalibrating as he lines up the next shot. Focusing in on heat blooms, movement. Motherfucker's got cover but Gabe has a fifty cal: they might as well see what holds out longer.

So, he fires. He'll shoot right through the damn car.

[nonsurvivor]

He's not even on a side in this fight, he thinks. He stayed clear of sides and this is still what it gets him.

He's behind a rock, but just barely, by the time the second shot comes right where he had been. The battle is moving in closer, and Max jumps a lone soldier, stabs him in the throat, takes the gun and fires up the way of the sniper as he runs for the hill.

[minuteofangle]

Something's off with his tech. Gabe knows himself, knows the exact calibrations of the rifle in his hands. He does not fucking miss. Not after all this goddamn training, not after all the practice and time in the field. He does not miss a single fucking guy out there in the desert, except he is. Three shots in a row. And still the target's coming.

Environmental interference, he thinks. Something about this place fucking with his scanning tech. That's a problem. That's a big goddamn problem.

And this guy's closing the distance.

Gabe breathes out, centers himself. Either he repositions, goes for a better angle, or he holds his ground.

He bolts. Grabs his rifle and just books it. There's a perch up on the ledge. If he gets there before this motherfucker closes the distance completely, he's got a chance. Otherwise, this could go real goddamn wrong.

[nonsurvivor]

Max sees movement and tears off toward it, sees that big fucking gun and marvels that he still has a head on his shoulders. He closes the distance and leaps, aiming to tackle the man right to the sand.

[minuteofangle]

Well, fuck. This is going so well. Gabe's fast, and canny, but he grew up short and skinny and that's the kind of shit that matters up close. There's a reason he avoids grappling and close quarters hand to hand if he can avoid it. Why he takes such care to set up from a distance. Because if he doesn't, then motherfuckers like this can pounce. Get him on the goddamn ground.

Case in point. The motherfucker lunges, catches him, and Gabe goes down hard onto the sand. He doesn't bother trying to leverage another shot, but he slams the butt of the rifle back. Going to bash this guy's teeth in, if he can.

The only good news about this part is the gun's got a biolock on it. Even if this motherfucker wrestles it from him, he won't be able to fire it.

[nonsurvivor]

The butt of the gun slams into his chest and knocks him back a little bit, but he grabs a rock and scrambles, intent on breaking the man's hand to get him to let go of the gun.

(He should try to kill him. He has a pistol, he has a knife. But he just wants the gun, that's it, he doesn't want a fight to the death.)

[minuteofangle]

So, this is a problem. Gabe's got his death's head mask on, concealing his face, feeding him clean, filtered air. He's got armor, his got his goddamn rifle. And it all counts for fuck all when his tech - already bitching out on him - abruptly cycles off and leaves him with nothing.

Nothing at all. And he's already on the ground.

Gabe twists, rolling onto his back and trying to bring the rifle up. He can still get off a point blank shot. Otherwise, he's dead. And he refuses to die out here on this nothing planet, fighting this nothing war.