ICE Earth was once a beautiful blue planet. Now it’s a white sphere of dense grey skies and strong violent winds. Blizzards rage across the globe in such force they can cause such devastation. Much of what’s left of the Human race live underground or in very sheltered areas. The oceans have all frozen up so finding water is much harder and ice has to be melted down filtered and cleaned before it can be made drinkable. Many of the tribes colonies still posses technology like large snow cat vehicles and large mammoth trucks for long distance journeys. To venture outside into the snow filled land unprotected would invite certain death by freezing. The calendar date is almost unknown since the great change. The History. On April the 30th 2035 was when it all began. Across the globe in synchronisation the power of electricity stopped leaving the whole world in strive. Half a planet in darkness while from the night. Within weeks the economy began to collapse. It was May 20th when the great explosion from the moon rocked the planet. An Alien force came in full strength and destroyed a third of the moon. The effects were disastrous to the planet. Meteors debris from the moon showered the earth causing violent and catastrophic earthquakes tidal waves wiping out 3 billion lives leaving only 3 billion remaining to survive. The great leaders that once ran the separate countries were all slain and the might of the military globally was all but crushed. The Aliens known as the Drekk made their attack and wiped out what remained of the few un crushed cities. Chaos spread across the planet. By the start of July the human race had been defeated and broken. The Drekk had come to strip the Earth of its resources. It didn’t take long for the survivors to learn how to fight again. But that wasn’t the worst. Shortly after the effects of the moon and its explosion which rocked the planet the Earth began to change the hot countries began to freeze and snow began to fall across the deserts. Within a few years the Earth entered its greatest Ice age. The Drekk had been forced to retreat from the planet due to the extreme change. Those who survived adapted. The population began to go under ground and build up communities which became tribes. But peace wasn’t meant to be the way. What technology survived was fought over and then the fight for food began. The effects worsened and the Drekk returned. Its now unknown how long the world has been this way and its clear the Ice will not be melting for thousands of years to come. The Drekk still try to strip the planet from its resources while some of the tribes have banded together to fight the Drekk. Using what tech there is the tribes have learnt how to build again. But not all the tribes are as civil. Some became cannibals while others became brutal murderers. And then came the Reavers the vilest of the vile. Even the Drekk fear the reavers. The Drekk The Drekk are an Alien race come from far away. The main thing that’s known about these beings is the fact they won’t leave the Earth and plunge it from what they can take. Humanity has fought a long and brutal war with these creatures. They have technology so advanced and use Pulse weapons that fire lasers. The guns they carry are large in size. The Drekk patrol the skies with large fighters. In battles they also throw webs that once wrapped around their victim tighten until they rip through the flesh. The Drekk are much taller than that of the average Human reaching a size of 9 ft They have long tentacles at the backs of their heads much like the look of dreadlocks. They were a thick bulky armour and many carry strange curved blades. They see with two yellow eyes. They are also humanoid in they have two legs and two arms. The language in which they speak is totally unpronounceable in a Human tongue. They are very strong intelligent and fast. Its also been discovered that some are telepathic. They travel in large tanks that hover above ground level and live in circular ships that hover high up in the grey skies. Those that reside on the ground live in well made bunkers and well guarded. Most Drekk compounds are surrounded by high wired fencing that carries high voltages of electricity. Tribes. The English (Allied) The English are by far the largest of the tribes and by some sheer miracle the Island that the Ancient British people lived on survived much of the disaster and so The English were the first of the Tribes. They also enforced and pushed for the Alliance of the Tribes and work very closely with the Ghosts. The English possess a high amount of Technology and share what they can with the other Tribes in good faith. The English also have large amounts of weaponry. They possess three apache Helicopters still maintained and well looked after they also possess three transport helicopters, as well as a large arsenal of armoured transport vehicles. Much of the English weaponry is Machine gun based and they are highly skilled fighters and have often take the fight to the Drekk and the other opposing tribes. The English travel across the Dunes in armoured carriers that can withstand great amounts of sustained gun battles. The English also maintain 70 domes. The Domes in which the English reside in are large glass made covers protecting the bunkers and small buildings they’ve erected with the aide of the Roughnecks. The English have also been responsible for protecting the other Allied tribes apart from the Arabians. The English are also the only tribe that considers itself ran by a working government that control all the English domes. The Ghosts (Allied) The Ghosts are master scouts and capable of using the elements of the weather to their advantage. They live in a small dome near the Everest peak. Their community is covered by two glass domes created by the English and the Ghosts work closely with the English in sharing technology and other supplies heavily. The Ghosts earned their name because they use their skills to become invisible and undetectable there are master hiders and master hunter’s they have passed through the peaks of the frozen woodlands of Carafia and the large hills of Dominicus and fought largely against the Drekk. The Scouts of the Ghosts are brilliant sniper’s. The Ghost’s have always gone to the aide of allied Tribes when called upon and can be seen working with the Great English society’s. Their weaponry mainly consists of blades for sneaking sabotage attacks crossbows and long sniper rifles. The Ghosts are also excellent trackers Orlocks (Allied) The Orlock’s are tribe made up of convoy workers they possess large mammoth trucks that cross the violent arctic dunes to help supply the other tribes with the needs of food and water and building material. These Mammoth trucks are well armed with large cannon style guns and the crew of these gigantic mammoth trucks are armed with powerful combat shot guns and revolver pistols as a back up weapon. Though the Orkock’s are not fighters as such. However they know how to travel across the dunes and survive. They are also extremely good engineers and can fix just about any engine. The convoy stru8cks they travel in are well armoured with thick padded glass. The Orlock’s have a very good relationship with the friendly tribes working to better protect each other. Roughnecks (Allied) The Roughnecks are a small tribe and main made of construction workers and minors a trade handed down from the generations since they were founded by those who survived on the rigs and the minors lucky enough to survive the great disaster. The Roughnecks are the ones that can find water and have the greatest potential for drilling down to extract it best. The Roughnecks have a good relationship with the other friendly tribes and help with construct where they can. They are very hard working people. However they are not fighters and as such don’t possess a great deal of fire arms. At the entrance down to their underground haven two large sentry guns protect them and the main supply of weaponry is Crossbows and nail guns. The Sentry guns were a gift from the English Tribe. The Roughnecks skin is also paler than the other tribes. The Arabians (Allied) The Arabians lived in the Eastern world across the deserts long before the Ice age came. They have remained Arabians because they still live across the Dunes only underground near the rocky peaks of Tailghanny and the Saudi dunes. The Arabians are one of the biggest tribes with over 3o settlements mostly within the rocks or underground. The Arabians still cling onto their religious beliefs and mainly keep themselves to themselves. However they have allied themselves with the Allied tribes for the common gaol of defeating the Alien Drekk parasites. The Arabians are the perfect hit and run fighters and excellent assassins they fight hard and barely retreat from a losing battle. They possess an excellent amount of technology and employ many Roughneck tribesmen to operate their drilling machinery and share their Oil supplies in return. Skarrens (Allied) The Skarren’s were nomads once people who’d been left to survive against the raging storms scattered across the old American and Canadian continents. For decades after the tribes formed the Skarren’s drifted in the decaying cities until the last crumbled to nothing. Jeremiah Skarren gathered as many of the nomads from the North American and Canadian continents and formed the tribe which he duly named the Skarren’s. The Skarren’s life in small villages on edge of what were once America and the Atlantic Ocean. They are brilliant scavengers and have earned a reputation for finding fresh water and in many case’s still running rivers. Since they became part of the Alliance of Tribes they have worked heavily with the Orlock’s and Roughnecks. The equipment they use for finding water has been stolen from the Drekk and much of the Skarren weaponry is taken from the Drekk. Skarren patrollers are usually armed with Drekk Pule weapons which fire hard laser rounds. The Skarrens. The Water the Skarrens share is driven to the other Tribes by the Orlocks. Veridians (Cannibals) Veridians are cannibalistic barbarians. They live mostly in the hill peaks of Denmark and occasionally venture out in quad vehicles looking for food. They care not what they eat and are very primitive in appearance and behaviour. They use large swords and crossbows to hunt with some use sniper rifles the ones that are considered intellectual the tribe very rarely venture into the main Dune wastes and care nothing for the other tribes they have even been seen eating the flesh from dead Drekk. They possess no technology apart from sniper rifles to hunt other men or women for food. They mainly fight with spikes clubs and broad swords and were mostly fur from dead animals and mostly live in sheltered huts made from ice and mud and cement. Van Haar (Murderous Villains) The Van Haar are much like the Orlock’s and originate from the middle European continents. The Van Haar have no particular home base. Instead they travel across the Dunes and through the high peaks. The Van Haar will also attack other Convoys and steal their supplies or die trying. The travel in large Mammoth trucks very similar to the Orlock’s and use a varied mix of weaponry from Crossbows to large shotguns and rocket launchers. The Van Haar are cunning. However the Van Haar have never attacked Tribe’s homes and are very rarely seen in the same place longer than a week. They travel in large convoys and have even been known to attack each other. When they succeed in stealing from moving Convoys they leave no survivors unless some of their victims escape. Reavers (Avoid) The Reaver’s are pure evil. Some say they are humans gone insane from the changing world. Their equipment is crude in design. They use many crude gliders decorated with skin shed from their victims animal Drekk or Human. They will attack anything that runs from them. And they mostly attack anything that crosses their paths The Reaver’s have no home that’s been located by the others. When they attack they will torture and rape their victims Sometimes they have been known to rape and eat their victims at the same time. The Reaver’s decorate their skin with barbed wire and even slice their tongues down the centre to mimic a snakes tongue. Some have even carved their teeth into fangs. Anyone or anything that comes into contact with the Reaver’s will suffer the most horrendous kind of torture and from time to time the Reaver’s have been known to leave a sole survivor after they have slain their family and made them watch. The weaponry the Reaver’s use is anything from pulse guns to Machine guns and Crossbows with Swords. All of the Reaver’s vehicles release large black clouds of smoke and they travel in extremely large numbers. They even ware the dead skin of their victims as clothing and decorate their guns with the same dead skin. They will almost always shed their victims of Skin. All the Tribes will avoid the Reaver’s at all cost’s and almost never engage them in combat. And only very few battles fought with the Reaver’s end in victory. Most would choose to run at all costs. The reaver's also travel in large number's of snow bikes decorated with shed skin. All Reaver's tattoo tribal images onto their faces and arms. Each tribe lives far apart and mostly the friendly’s live underground The English and The Ghosts live in sheltered domes and have a high amount of Technology in their possession as well as a good arsenal of projectile weaponry. The two tribes work very closely together. Little is known of the Blood apart from the few encounters which have ended in blood shed. The Reavers are pure evil the men and women disfigure themselves and have even been sighted wearing the skin of dead humans and Drekk alike. The Van Haar travel across the snow dunes killing anything that gets in their way Drekk or Human. The Drekk are draining the planet by using a large device that has been drilling down through the Frozen Atlantic ocean and into the Earths Crust to extract the Molten core as well as the Water below the frozen depth. The Game Each of the Friendly Tribes have gathered their best warriors to make the trek across the Ice dunes to destroy the Planetary drainer. A large device the Drekk are using to drill down to the crust and extract the molten core as well as the little water supplies beneath the frozen ocean. The Team Captain Gabriel Hawke (English Tribe) (Deceased) Task Leader and veteran fighter. Sadie Feist (English Tribe) (Deceased) The calm warrior with a cold heart. Lewis(Louie) Markorolev Steward (English Tribe) (Deceased) The Soldier with something to prove in the dunes. Drake Bruce (English Tribe) (Deceased) Calm soldier in the face of Danger Alec Benjamin Gaston (Ghost Tribe) (Deceased) The master tracker. Lead Scout. Jonathan Thomas Spencer (Ghost Tribe) The emotionless silent stalker. Rear Scout Chris Kimsey (Roughneck Tribe) (Deceased) If its broke he'll find away to repair it. Arthur Ackenloe (Roughneck Tribe) (Deceased) Works hard in dangerous situations. Merle (Arabian Tribe) (Deceased) The sadistic warrior with a malicious streak. Dr. O. Djalili, MD (Arabian Tribe) (Deceased) The Medic most reliable to help heal when across the dunes. David Wayne (Orlocks Tribe) The lead driver of the expedition. with fast reflexes Eve (Orlocks Tribe) (Deceased) Middle transport driver. Helena Erikson (Orlocks Tribe) (Deceased) The skillful rear driver. Gask (Orlocks Tribe) (Deceased) A man who knows the long Dunes only too well. Coms Driver central vehicle Mika Corvagio (Skarren Tribe) (Deceased) If there's running water close by she'll find it. Villians Spoiler Jeremiah Elder (Reaver) Rabbaddon (Tribe Veridian) Abigail (Tribe Van Haar) Psyran (Tribe Van Haar) Drekk Duly nicknamed Old One Eye Profile: Spoiler Name: Sex: Age: (Must Be 22 Or Older) Tribe: Primary Weapon: (Keep It Realistic) Secondary Weapon: (Keep It Realistic) Appearance: Personality: Motto: The Ten RPG Commandments: Mostly Written By Foxee... With a couple of ammendments written by Raven. 1. Read everyone’s posts! Not only does this keep us all on the same page, it’s fun to know your posts are being read and acted upon. Respond to stimuli and events from other players’ posts. 2. Avoid writing one-line posts or extremely long posts. A range of 40-300 words is good to shoot for. 3. Edit before posting, we’re all here to improve as well as enjoy. 4. No God-modding or perfect characters. (boring!) 5. Fights between characters should be kept to a minimum and I would like to see no killing of humans at all. However, if a fight or killing is unavoidably called for the players concerned must work the action out in PM and both parties should be amenable to the outcome. 6. Do not control another person’s character without their express consent. 7. If a player is AWOL and holding up the game the character will be NPC’d at the GMs’ discretion. If the player has been gone for 24 hours other players may control their character in minor ways (move them a bit but no big decisions and nothing out of character). If you know you’ll be gone for some time you may hand over your character to another player’s care. 8. Don’t flood the thread with long conversations. Give others a chance to post. 9. Please discuss any issues in the Discussion thread or PM Me Raven with your concerns. Gossiping about issues or spamming up the story thread is counterproductive. 10. No Inactivity. If you don’t wish to play then don’t join the game. Anyone inactive for 48 hours (2 Days) without a valid reason will be killed off. If you don’t want to participate daily then don’t join its not fair on the players your teamed with and can bring the game to a stand still. 11. Post Daily. Unless a valid reason is given. If you are unable to post the person your teamed with will be allowed to control your character until you return. 12. And lastly…the GMs’ word is law. This game will also contain graphic scenes of violence and blood shed. .
Name: Jonathan Thomas Spencer Sex: Male Age: 26 Tribe: Ghosts Primary Weapon: Single-barreled, pump action, stock-less shotgun Secondary Weapon: A long Japanese katana Appearance: 6'2" and 181 pounds with short black hair and pale skin. He wears dark sunglasses at all times, and even through them, his vision seems perfect. He dresses in a black shirt and pants underneath a long black trench coat. When out in the cold, he wears the standard issue heavy arctic gear: long, white camo coat with fur-lined hood and collar, and insulated snow pants to match. During the day, he replaces his own shades with the golden ones provided. He almost always wears a neutral expression on his face. Personality: Spencer is usually quiet, efficient, and emotionless. He follows well under a strong, competent hand, and has proven himself to be an efficient soldier again and again. However, he will stand for nobody who seems to be domineering or on a power trip, and if his leaders show themselves to be incompetent, he will step up and take the lead...even without permission. Socially, he comes off as cold and aloof. However, he listens intently to everything that's said to him, and occasionally responds with a seemingly out-of-character profoundness that surprises most. Very few people know his first name. He introduces himself as Spencer, and only gives his first and middle name when absolutely necessary. Motto: "Death is the only absolute."
Name: Alec Benjamin Gaston Sex: Male Age: 25 Tribe: Ghosts Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle Secondary Weapon: Silenced Pistol Appearance: Alec is 5'10" and 170 lbs. His brown hair is shaved down and he has a beard that he keeps very short and well groomed. He wears a forest green parka with a furlined hood. He also has a large military grade back pack that he keeps his Ghillie Suit Kit and rifle wraps in. Personality:While usually more jovial than his partner, when Spencer is around Alec keeps the same demeanor he does...most of the time. He tends to be more social, figuring it for a better way of scouting info then sitting back and waiting for someone to say the right thing.
Name:Chris Kimsey Sex:M Age: 30 Tribe:Roughnecks Primary Weapon: Crossbow Secondary Weapon: Wrench? Appearance: 6"1, 195, Muscular build, totally hot beefcake. Raven Hair. Black eyes. Pale skin. Personality: Potty mouthed, dip spitting, contruction worker with a heart of gold. Think Bruce Willis in Armageddon. Motto: "**** it."
Name:Merle Sex: Male Age: 22 Tribe: Arabian Primary Weapon: Mini Ring blades on his wrist like a bracelet Secondary Weapon: Invisible wire, they are hooked to these little cuff bracelets he wears....they are what allow him to make his ring blades dance the wires, but the wires cut as well, if the blade misses Appearance: Merle has blood red hair, he wears a scarf around his neck, he wears a black t-shirt with a long sleeve shirt underneath, he wears a short black trench, and wears an overcoat over his trench. He wears long brown pinned striped pants, and he wears a black mask over his mouth. His nails are painted black. On his shoulder is a giant black bird, the biggest raven known to live. Personality: Loyal, trustworthy, and kind. But he is also cruel, malicious, and insane. Motto: He doesn't speak for he is mute, but the raven perched on his shoulder speaks. [Hope that is all right as well] The raven usually says, "It's time to test that body of yours...if it will shred or stay solid" in a very croaky voice.
Name: David Wayne Sex: Male Age: 26 Tribe: Orlocks Primary Weapon: Pancor Jackhammer MkIII [Frag-12 HE-AP Rounds (High Explosive - Armor Piercing)] Secondary Weapon: BFR .500 S&W Magnum [.500 S&W Magnum Cartridge] Appearance: David stand only about 5'8". He his shaggy black hair and hazel eyes. A well built guy with not enough fat to keep him warm in this snow. He usually wears large black goggles and a cover over his mouth and nose. He wears a large thick hoody that says "Will work for food" on it. Also jeans with thick socks and steel toed tan Timberlands. Personality: He is a nice guy because his job recquires him to interact with almost all friendly tribes left on this planet. He is an optimist and makes the best of every situation. Funny most of the time but is serious when the time comes. Motto: I got your guns, grub, and girdles here.
Profile: Name: Drake Bruce Sex: Male Age: 22 Tribe: English Primary Weapon: Automatic Rifle 50 bullets/second Secondary Weapon: Rocket Launcher 1 rocket/5 seconds Appearance: Drake is 5'11" and 163 lbs. Looks a bit thin but is tough and his martial art skills are too good for any muscle to handle. His black hair are neatly combed and he wears only black or grey shirts and jerseys. He never wears jeans but wears cargo pants. He always has a small bottle with a black-colored juice in a pocket of his jacket. Sometimes he has plain water in that bottle. He also wears a hat. Personality: A show-off. He is calm in every situation and in danger always show-offs by taking out his bottle and drinking the juice or water in it. He, however complains about the weight of the rocket launcher. While resting his hat is always over his face. Acts as though knows everything. If he is facing an enemy who is more powerful than him he would just stay calm even if he knows he is going to lose. He is quite talkative when facing an enemy. He is very good at convincing enemies that he is more powerful. Motto: "Scare, then attack" and "It is a crime to attack before scaring enemies."
i want in... Name: Arthur Ackenloe Sex: Male Age: 28 Tribe: Roughnecks Primary Weapon: Crossbow Secondary Weapon: Nail Gun Appearance: About 5'11'' and 175 lbs., skinny yet solid, due to the hard work of his tribe. Part of his left pinky was cut off in a domestic dispute(The wife is a crazy lady). Short red-headed curly fro, brown eyes, pale skin(As per the description), big forehead. Usually wears jumpsuits. Personality:Not the sharpest tool in the shed, he's more of a hands-on guy. Very likable, and wants people to like him as well. Inquisitive at times. Sometimes he might talk one's ear off. Loves to be able to help.
Name: Sadie Feist Sex: Female Age: 25 Tribe: English Primary Weapon: Ruger SR9 9mm handgun Secondary Weapon: 6-inch switchblade with leather sheath Appearance: 5’6” and slender, her body corded with lean muscle. She has sleek golden brown hair that falls down her back and is cut in choppy layers. She has skin the colour of heavy cream and pale green eyes set in an oval face. When she smiles her grin is lopsided. She wears a dark blue tshirt, khaki cargo pants and hiking boots, with a grey wool sweater over the top when it’s cold. Personality: Sadie is a tough, no-nonsense person, fiercely intelligent and able to keep a cool grip on almost any situation. However, if provoked enough she has a sharp tongue and a hot temper. She always knows what’s going on, is very competitive and hates being wrong. To those who know her best is she is warm and loyal, if stubborn and somewhat difficult (though she prefers to describe herself as determined). To people just meeting her she can seem very prickly and hard to get along with. However, everyone can see she’s sharp and capable, and once in a blue moon she’ll show a rare, compassionate side to her.
putting my flag in the dirt right here. Still working on my profile Name: Eve Sex: Female Age: 22 Tribe: Orlocks Primary Weapon: Shotgun Secondary Weapon: revolver pistol (as stipulated in the tribe descriptions) Appearance: Blonde hair to beneath her shoulder blades big blue eyes and a face with features that are perfectly in balance small framed and delicate looking with pale skin Personality: Quiet and withdrawn, Eve is best described as a mouse in a room full of cats. She is easily pushed around and discredits her self to quickly. She deals with issues such as a low self esteem and is a cutter (sorry guys had to do it needed to do it, I want to explore different types of characters.)
Name: Mika Corvagio Sex: Female Age: 30 Tribe: Skarren Primary Weapon: sturdy harpoon used for testing ice, catching the quick unwary fish for dinner, and even as a walking stick. It would be her primary weapon because it is always to hand. Secondary Weapon: Shotgun (because it's good to have a backup plan!) Appearance: Short (about 5’2”) with shaggy white-blonde hair, piercing green eyes, very pale skin, sturdy build. Wide cheekbones, decided chin. Usually dressed in greys and browns with touches of green and white. Her parka is tightly woven, mostly watertight, and voluminous having many pockets and a deep hood that can be drawn tight around her face. It has a furry liner. Personality: First working alongside her husband finding water for a living and then being widowed two years ago has left Mika tougher, more independent, and more compassionate of those who are truly in trouble. She tends to have a hard-boiled attitude toward those who cry about nothing and doesn’t suffer fools gladly. She is very competent at finding water and can use weapons to defend herself if need be although she is more proficient at needlecraft than fighting.
Sounds like fun. I am interested in reserving a spot. I have no idea what is involved here, but it looks like something I would enjoy learning.
Name: Helena Erikson Sex: F Age: 27 Tribe: Orlock Primary Weapon: Shotgun Secondary Weapon: Pistol Appearance: 6'0", 150 pounds, blonde, blue eyes, Nordic features Personality: Quiet, hardworking, loyal. Motto: "git 'er done"
Name: Dr. O. Djalili, MD Sex: Male Age: 37 Tribe: Arabian Primary Weapon: P-90 Submachine Gun Secondary Weapon: Gas-operated Hypodermic Dart Pistol (which can be loaded with anything from tranquilisers to adrenalin to poison as needed) Appearance: Middle-aged, balding Iranian man. Wears thick arctic gear which obscures most of his physical features, because he'd rather not freeze to death. Personality: His substantial experience as both a field medic and a practicing physician earned him a place as the team's senior medical expert. He's down-to-earth, logical and cautious, with a strong moral compass. He tends to prefer to solve conflicts with a diplomatic solution, considering violence to be an absolute last resort.
I know i'm new but this sounds very exciting and intresting lol. I will be going for British Army Selection in November 19th for 2 days. I will let you know how i did if anyone would like to know. Name: Lewis(Louie) Markorolev Steward Sex: Male Age: 24 Tribe: English Primary Weapon: SA80 - SUSAT 4x optical sight, Under-slung Grenade Launcher (UGL) and LLM01 laser aiming and torch attachment. Basic of the gun Secondary Weapon: n/a Appearance: He wears a black high-neck fleece, a Neck Warmer, Black Military pants, Black boots, Black Leather Gloves. He wears this mainly for missions and outside of the Domes. However when inside the Domes he would be typically seen in a plain black athletic vest, neck warmer(sometimes), pants or knee length shorts and bare feet. Operation Clothing Fleece: http://shop.pinbax.com/items/MUSO0030.jpg Neck Warmer: http://www.thermalshop.co.uk/images/windproof-neck-tube.jpg Pants: http://www.armynnavy.com/catalog/catalog/images/airbourne%20vintage%20black.jpg Boots: http://www.nexternal.com/armynavy/images/Rocky-Military-Boot-1021.gif Gloves:http://www.geocities.com/unofficial_british_army/images/gloves_combat_mk_2_black.jpg Casual Wear Neck Warmer: http://www.thermalshop.co.uk/images/windproof-neck-tube.jpg Vest: http://www.lonsdaleboxing.co.uk/store/media/gbu0/prodsm/L130ES.jpg Shorts: http://www.jkstarusa.com/store/images/uploads/Mesh%20Short%20Black.jpg 6'3", Short dark brown hair with a dominate 'V' shaped Crown (Gives him the Dracula Look), Pale with light tan, looks younger then his age, His eyes are the most attractive features; it all depends on the light, Mostly a greeny-grey, but in bright sunlight Blue. Has slight dark bags under his eyes making them look sunken, Upon the tip of his nose he carries a red blotchy scar giving him the appearance of a red tipped nose, The freckles make it more noticeable, He has nice pink lips for a man. Thin gaunt looking face with fine-chiseled chin and jaw-line, a well trimmed beard which sits just on the edge of the chin and jaw connecting with the sideburns. He has a thin but muscular body with very broad shoulders, making his head look small and out of proportion. Has a thousand battle scares scattered all around his body a lot can be seen upon his arms, face and legs. Apart from the scars he is still friendly looking. Personality: He joined the English Army from a young age and still serves in the Infantry to this day. He is rather described as the human version of 'Marmite' you either love him or hate him. He's a flirty crazy person, who's full of life, Literally, you would think he was on drugs, and you would be asking for triple what he's on. He loves to make people laugh, he is very understanding and sees the world differently to others, the simplist things make him laugh and smile. He is very caring and friendly.... However If he's quiet and on his own then something is wrong. He generally will talk for The English Colonies if you let him. Get on his good side and you will stay on that side for a long time but...... get on his bad side and you will regret it. He has very good Military mind, partly because that's all he has known, however having such a good military mind comes at a cost; many people seem to think he is on the edge, more so when he is on his own. Jumping at every unknown sounds and bangs and doesn't take easy to new people he always sees them as a threat, i suppose it's been drilled into him to treat everything/one as a threat....... even more so when people exploit this for amusment. He has a very keen eye for details. The least i can say about his mind; if it's not a command then he forgets easily.... so he tends to write everything on his hands and arms..... Need a pen? he is never without a pen; he has 4 main pens on him at all times a refillable fountain pen, black ball-point, Fine-liner and a Perminate marker. He can be looked upon to take command of a rough situation, however he prefers to be the follower, but he would jump at the chance to command Motto: Death is just the start of my beginning!!
Name: Gask Sex: Male Age: 23 Tribe: Orlocks Primary Weapon: Reaver Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon: Revolver Appearance: Sandy, shoulder length blond hair that seems able to catch even the smallest of breezes at any given time, this in conjunction with his rough and unshaven face serves to give him a somewhat wild appearance. The unkempt appearance only makes his ice blue eyes seem that much colder. One lock of his blond hair is meshed with a piece of tattered red cloth of unknown origin or meaning. He is almost always seen with a bent up cigarette in his mouth, something he tries to talk around on the rare occasions that he speaks. His clothes are not frivolous, as the times do not call for such things. Having spent most of his life on the open tundra, he knows what it takes to survive and does what must me done in order to ensure that. This philosophy dictates his appearance. Casual Wear: Black leather gloves, beaten up jean jacket, knee high black combat boots, loose fitting brown pants that he tucks into his boots. Mission/Survival Wear: Two layers of shirts under a trick fur lined leather leather trench coat and hood. Heavy gloves and boots. Three pairs of socks. Thermal insulated pants. Personality: Ever distant and quiet, Gask is perhaps one of the most detached people a person could ever know. When given orders, he carries them out with startling, sometimes scary efficiency. He does not believe in making friends with those he works with or for. Gask never talks about his past, but there have been rumors. Some say he forgot how to love at a young age, when everything was taken from him. They say that he was working on his parents' convoy when a harsh blizzard knocked them off course and right into the middle of a Reaver camp. They convoy was taken captive and Gask had been forced to watch as his family and friends were horribly brutalized, raped, and finally eaten at the hands of his captors. They held Gask captive for the course of five years, just barely keeping him alive, until he took his chance and escaped one night while his captors slept. He wandered the frozen tundra for three months before he was picked up, nearly frozen to death, by an Orlock convoy and taken to the English tribe where he was nursed back to health. That is what they say anyway, but none except him really know the truth of the matter. His knowledge of survival and cold efficiency is why he is chosen for the missions he is put on. Motto: "You get to close to someone...and they will disappear. Its just how the world works."
Name: Gabriel Hawke Sex: Male Age: 32 Tribe: English Primary Weapon: SA-80A3 MK II. Attachment laser sights grenade launcher with silencer and side torch Secondary Weapon: Desert Eagle A22 With Silencer Appearance: 6,2 short cropped hair shaven bold around the sides always wears blue tinted shades and smokes fat cigars. Wears thick black jacket and black military issue combat trousers day old stubble across mouth chin and cheeks. Handsome in appearance. Also wears thick padded black coat for outside travel with insolated boats. Personality: Gabriel is a hardened leader and takes his job seriously at times he can be arrogant but only when in bad company. He uses his wisdom to advise others and believes in teamwork. Gabriel is quiet and barely makes friends. All ghosts respect Gabriel because of his veteran status at fights held in the Dunes. Gabriel is also one of the few to fight the Reavers and win. Gabriel will also use the stars to guide him and his team in the correct direction. Gabriel is a hardened fighter and will strive to accomplish his goals. Gabriel will almost never back away from a fight unless the mission at hand dictates it. He smokes a great deal of large cigars and carries a large supply wherever he goes. He has been well trained in the art of combat and survival. Some have said he is as cold as those he kills. Motto: Face the Terror Then Become The Terror.
Convoy Besieged by the storm the large trucks came to a halt as their lights and large K9 like fronts became covered and waited for a few moments while the large powerful engines warmed up again. Concussive waves of frozen grit and loose white dust vapour broke against the ramparts and hailstones blasted the metal sides. The windows flapped and rattled even the tied down cargo rocked from side to side with the large trailer taking the trucks fronts with them. The wind made a deep raw voiced howl as it thundered across the ground rising up and ending its crash into the defiant metal of the large trucks. The com casters whined with static in sync with each crash of wind. A sudden rev of engines and the Convoy moved through the raging blizzard ploughing its large wheels through the thick snow layered across the large dune. The Wind battered against the trucks side with such force the windows vibrated violently with each inch they drove on. The sky was dark leaving only the low lights from the three moving trucks which had been mostly blinded out from the fog of snow outside. “I can’t see a damn thing in this sh!t." Kolea grumbled looking at his fellow Orlock Varl sat in the passenger seat. Varl cradled a two barrelled shotgun readying himself for anything. “Damn caster’s down.” He said looking up out at the fog. “Meh don’t fear it we’re nearly at the station once we get these lugs on the old train we’ll be at Dartmoor in no time. You can get Lucy to cook us up some of that fine stew she does.” Kolea smiled. Both men laughed. Kolea occasionally would shift the large gears of the truck to battle the blizzard better. Kolea was a skilled driver who was more than used to battle the elements with his trust truck he’d seen many things out in the dunes and always hated the journey it was always filled with treacherous dangers of the unknown. “Dirk shine out that flood light will you see how the other ttwo trucks are doing.” Kolea called back. “Aye still there.” Came the reply. Suddenly and without warning the smash of breaking glass shattered across the thick grilled window followed by a burst of flames. “What the frak.” Varl called. Kolea pressed his foot on the accelerator pushing his truck on faster. A second bottle slammed into the side window were Varl sat again followed by a burst of flames. Kolea grabbed the CB redio and flipped the all channels switch. “This is Kolea we’ve got reaver’s I repeat we’ve got Reaver’s.” Suddenly he looked up to see a large slab of polar bear slam hard into the glass shattering it into fragments that spread across his face and chest while the grill bent inwards. Varl pointed his two barrelled shotgun out the window and fired off a shot and then fired the second shot. Kolea swerved the large truck to avoid a row of smaller snow vehicles that had been parked to block his path it was at the last minute he caught a glimpse bringing his lead truck to a stand still. He let out a sigh of breath at the relief of been alive still, looking up he heard a thud through metal and felt the splash of liquid grace his face. It was blood Varls blood. A harpoon had short through the passenger door and pierced his leg. Varl looked in to Kolea’s eyes seconds before the door was ripped clean off and Varl taken with it. “NOOOOOO.” Kolea blurted out moments before another bottle landed and smashed across his chest. The flames followed. Kolea quickly opened his door and jumped down into the snow dampening out the flames that burnt his face and had melted his chin. Kolea rolled taking his side arm from the holster he looked up to see the three trucks all in flames and the crew been dragged from the. Dirk in the distance was firing of shots from his large shotgun trying to stay alive but it did no good Kolea watched as his friend was hacked to pieces alive. He took aim and fired at the closest of his attackers. The first fell but a second came up close on a snow bike the warrior was clad in fur and dead human flesh long since rotten probably an old victim Kolea though. He fired but missed then lost the gun as he felt a harpoon grace his ankle and the warrior drove off dragging him in the snow. Kolea cried out in pain he feared death but he feared the death these bastards would give him as the bike sped past the trucks Kolea began to feel the chill was well as the burning trucks he saw Dirks Shotgun and reached out for it grabbing the weapon with both hands he looked into the dead eyes of Dirks severed head. Kolea rolled again in the snow as the harpoon broke free from the other. He somehow landed to his knees checked the guns status three shells remained. He looked on at the reaver now heading back to him. Kolea raised the gun aimed and fired. The gun punched into his shoulder heard creating pain which would no doubt bruise. The warrior fell backwards as the shot took his life. Kolea turned to see another head towards him he fired again the kick from impact knocked into his shoulder. Kolea looked up to suddenly realise he was surrounded and only one bullet remained in the chamber. He placed his mouth other the barrel and went felt a sharp pain grace his back and was yanked from the gun. Bang the shot fired into the snow. Kolea cried out and found three of the fur covered brutes had approached carrying canisters of petrol the three had disfigured themselves greatly by slicing their faces and inserted barbed wire and even bones from a victm. He crawled away trying to move but the cold was finally getting to him when he felt the splashing of liquid across his body. “No.” he begged. “Please not like this.” He begged again. One stepped forwards parting the three away. This one was taller than the other’s. “You’re gonna die and we are gonna feast on yeah.” The large brite said. Kolea looked up and recognised Varl. “What?” He said. The large warrior laughed and removed the floppy skin he’d used as a mask. Suddenly Kolea realised that he’d sheared Varl’s face for a mask. “Why? Who are you.” Kolea groaned. “I am Jeremiah Elder.” The large warrior laughed as he lit a small zippo lighter and dropped it onto Kolea’s petrol soaked body. “You Bastard.” Kolea screamed as he lit up in a blaze of flames that burned him his body convulsing in pain beyond imagination. Kolea screamed and screamed until the fired finally took his life.
Elwood Station Greyson wiped his hand on the large window of the watch tower that overlooked the main entrance to the train station. The moist kept building up as the warm tower met the cold glass. Outside a storm still raged rattling the glass and whistling its way through the tower. The entrance was protected by five double barrelled sentry guns set to auto trace targets. And watched the main entrance gate. Greyson sat back in his seat and swivelled around to stair at Sarah. “Shouldn’t Kolea’s convoy have been here by now.” He asked. “They’re a day late grey. We’ve had no contact. Radio room reports no signals or anything.” “Maybe the storm has held them up.” “Maybe. Though I’m not sure kolea has driven through worse and he’s usually pretty punctual. For an oarlock.” Sarah brushed her hand through her long brown hair, Greyson admired this girl he was in her early thirties and looked as young as a twenty year old. She was a sight of pleasure on his eyes. And for an Arabian she was well coloured and wore a long ear piece that drooped down on a series of silver links. “Lieutenant get down here.” Came a voice that boomed from the radio. Greyson rose to his full height and reached for his thick padded coat. He took the golden tinted goggles from within and left the tower heading down the steep steps. At the entrance two others dressed the same greeted him. “Lieutenant we’ve spotted movement.” One of them said it was a females voice. “Show me.” Greyson ordered. The three of them scuttled through the strong blow of the winds to a small hut at the gates edge The woman opened the small peep hole for Greyson to take a look. Greysons eyes widened in the hope that it was Major Kolea’s convoy returning. But soon realised the traveller was far too small to be one of the large mammoth Orlock trucks. “Call lock down. Train those sentry guns onto that target now.” Greyson announced. The woman ran out and hit the alarm button by the gate. The sentry guns moved into position whining as they did so then the loud locking of the ammo chambers clicked into place. Greyson then watched as the approacher stopped and through something from the back of his vehicle then turned and left. Within minutes Greyson had jumped up on a snowcat tractor and headed out under armed guard by two others they stopped at the charred remains of a human being. Greyson jumped down his feet crunching into the snow he removed the scarf that covered his mouth and nose and crouched down to roll the burned body over onto its back. Greyson closed his eyes and looked away feeling a single tear roll down his frozen cheek. “Kolea.” He said allowed.
Dartmoor The sky above was a clear dull grey with not a cloud in the sky tractors moved back and forth from the large half pipe hangers and workers of Roughnecks worked on the construction walkers and carriages. At the four corners large gun port turrets moved slowly circling the compound duly named Dartmoor base small gushes of wind blew in between buildings. General Clarkson walked across the compound wearing his thick padded coat and stamping out the snow that had landed on his shoulders. He often liked to see the snow come down it was a relaxing sight. He stopped and opened the door to the main hall he stepped inside to see the group that had been selected to carry out the mission drafted by the war council. Clarkson removed his coat to reveal his black polar neck jumper he stepped up to the lectern that over looked the seats. A mix of tribes. Orlocks to drive the trucks Roughnecks to repair them and blow the damned drill Arabians and Ghosts for the stealth and even a Skarren. Then there were the English. His tribe. The door behind Clarkson opened and the English Captain tasked with leading this operation entered. He took his seat in the back row while removing his coat. “Thank you all for coming. I’ll not lie to you this will be a perilous journey and with effect for the most part you’ll be completely alone. As you know we’ve created a nuke which is to be planted at the Drill the Drekk are using to Frak our ice ball. Captain Gabriel Hawke will be leading this operation.” The general stopped from the sudden sound of the windows rattle from a strong gush of wind that came crashing into them. The whole group looked outside to witness a sudden rush of snow come crashing across the compound. Though this was the norm with freak storms that lasted from seconds to minutes or hours sometimes stretching to days. The general continued. “ Gabriel will lead you across the dunes but its all of you that will be needed. The transport trucks have been supplied with enough equipment to get you through and three tank of reserve fuel should you run into serious trouble and need to detour. The armoured carriers have been fitted with signal boosters so you can make contact earlier and from further distances. Your CB radios have also been given a signal boost just in case you are slightly separated the signal will cover a twelve mile radius. Firstly you’ll need to travel to Elwood station their your vehicles will be put onto the large train transport and you’ll move faster across the dunes to a closer target. Elwood is stationed at Pontain Peak. We’ve recently learned that there is a great deal of Reaver Activity there. From their you’ll follow the dunes until you reach your target. You have a Map to guide you. So I wish you all well. Now get to your transports.” The General said. The group rose from their seats to head for their transports.
All trucks well armoured and very powerful. All vehicles have been painted white and use big lights for the dark or seeing through Blizzards. Group One Large Truck and long trailer. Trailer rear contains large Stubber facing group Fires with bullet belt feed. Contains seven long belts. Trailer houses equipment to destroy the large Drekk Drill and high explosives which includes the Nuke to destroy Drill. Trailer adjoins K9 section of the truck on top is shielded mounted Stubber which uses large bullet box magazine. Three in frontal truck Seating two seats passenger Gabriel and Driver David Wayne. The front truck is very large and all very well armoured. Captain Gabriel Hawke David Wayne Alec Benjamin Gaston Arthur Ackenloe Group Two Small truck and trailer. Trailer contains communication equipment for long distance radio trailer adjoined to main k9 truck section. On top Mounted gun large stubber gun. Fires with bullet belt feed. Contains three long belts Sadie Feist Gask Mika Corvagio Dr. O. Djalili, MD Group Three Small armoured carrier filled with supplies six wheeled all terrain movement Mounted gun large stubber gun. Fires with bullet belt feed. Contains three long belts Lewis(Louie) Markorolev Steward Eve Chris Kimsey Merle Group Four Rear Section Vehicle Armoured carrier a top mounted weapon twin midi gun supplied with three ammo boxes. six wheeled all terrain movement Drake Bruce Helena Erikson Jonathan Thomas Spencer The game begins as the characters leave the briefing room and head across the snowy compound to their vehicles. Its important all crew wear warm coating and snow shades outside at all times. The time is early morning. Only the Orlocks can drive. Once the lead truck sets of the convoy follows. The Ghosts at time will be ordered to move off on a spear tip scouting search in the small snow bikes held in the trailer of the lead truck. All Posts made in blue will be situations and all posts in red will be either a death of a dire situation.
Cold Earth, Cold Heart The wind blew savagely across the fields of snow and ice, freezing beyond flesh and bone into heart and soul. One could walk forever and not see anything more than this. Just a brilliant white; tinged with shades of blue and gray. This was Earth. It had fallen far. The wind was bitter against his skin. The dawning sun lit up the snow in a dazzling display. Spencer looked out from behind his snow shades. It was, quite literally, a cold and hard world. And yet, herein was the greatest challenge mankind had to face: survival. He was dressed in white camo; lined with several layers of insulating material and a generous lining of fur around the hood. His pack was secured tightly to his back, his shotgun in a scabbard at his one side. At his other side, another relic hung, a sight almost unseen in this world anymore. A sword. Both weapons had their roots in the past; a past that Spencer had tried very hard to forget. The result of building those walls were what made the man what he was this day: cold as the ice he trod. The unit commander was barking team assignments. He would be riding in the VAC with two squadmates. Who, he wasn't sure as yet. He looked about the group, checking each one with interest. Assets or liabilities? Potential friends or potential traitors? He would see...
Gaston followed behind Spencer, in step. He was excited at the prospect of being recruited for a job of high importance. And now even more so that he discovered they'd be taking down the Drekk. His former tribe-mates and family used to tell stories passed down to them of warm days, lush vegetation, and freedom from this frozen hell. The Drekk changed all that. The stories stopped when he was recruited to the Ghosts. They didn't trouble themselves with the past, only the future and the future was survival. The past hadn't survived. Gaston quickened his step to fall inline with Spencer. They had run successful missions together before, which was probably why they were selected. He found it weird they weren't paired together. "Guess we won't be riding together this time around, eh?"
