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 Post subject: Band of Fappers (101st, Company K)
PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2003 11:00 pm 
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June 5th, 1944. The eve of the invasion of Normandy. In it, is company K. Commanded by Captain Kyhm, it had the...erm...strangest ass marks of any company in the US army. Tomorrow, they prove their mettle.

Edit 2: the 101st was an airborne division; paratroopers.

Type up your name, rank, and specialization (I'm thinking of making a chain story thread later on, but lets get the basics out of the way), as well as weapons and a short description.

Edit: Ranks are (in descending order): Captain (only 1; taken by kyhm), 1st Lt, 2nd Lt, Master Sergeant, First Sergeant, Staff Sergeant, Sergeant, Corporal, PFC, Private.

Name: Mibbers
Rank: 2nt Lt
Specialization: Company Chaplain
Armed With: Cross, Faith, M1911 Colt .45

Mibbers went through some seminary in the secluded midwest, and was starting to preach at a local church when December 7th came along. He eagerly volenteered for the war effort, and was put into the army chaplain corps. He then volenteered for the airborne, as the jump troops were short on medics and chaplains. He remains one of the oddest chaplains in the service, muttering once in a while about the frailties of language, and he isn't too big on everyone going to hell -- which makes him popular with some of the more vice-oriented soldiers -- but he's all K company has in terms of Chaplains.

He's noticably overweight, though fit enough to pass the physical training required for airborne. His army-issue helmet has a crusifix fixed to the front of it, and his belt carries a .45 caliber handgun, and he's had enough time at the range to be a good shot.

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Name: Grey
Rank: Sergeant
Specializaion: Foul language
Armed with: Harsh Language, Tommygun, stolen k98.

Through a mishap involving a oversea's money scam, a fake canadian passport and a French prostitute, Grey found himself drafted into the U.S army where his seething hatred saw him propelled to the lofty heights of Sergeant in a remarkably short amount of time.

Grey volenteered for Airbourne despite hating heights after hearing of the plan by HQ to get the landing troops to meander off landing craft one by one into entrenched machinegun fire and walk very slowly towards the enemy.

To quote Grey on that one, "Fuck that for a joke"

Now, as a Master Sergeant of the KymnForum airborne, Grey's looking forward to killing someone, ANYONE. And the more he gets to know his soldiers, the more friendly fire stops being a dirty word.


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Name: BDM
Rank: 2nd Lt.
Specialization: hand to hand
Armed with: bowie knife, two British Steins, Magnum pistol

Although a believer of love, not war, BDM found himself willfulling enlisting after he witnessed Pearl Harbor first hand from the mountains of O'ahu. He quickly rose in the ranks and was seen to have some marginal leadership skills, but where he shown was his hand to hand combat, using an odd reverse grip on his knife, he can quickly and quietly take down enemies, though when stealth fails, he turns to a more conspicous approach of shoot-shoot-shoot with his only betrayal of his country, his two British Steins

His body doesn't seem to match his strength or speed, but he manages it from somewhere, never letting his trusted bowie knife or pistol leave his side. He's also rumored to be able to sneak some contraband, but no one's ever caught him with it. Fun-loving when at ease, but all buisness on the field, he's a cold killer to his enemies, but oddly soft when around his comrades.

EDIT:bah, can't carry M2 on my own, can I?

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Name: Kei Chisagawa
Rank: Private
Specialization: Medic
Equipment: Field Medical, Standard issue rifle

After going to college in the northwest and studying to become a doctor, Kei was imprisoned after the bombing of Pearl Harbor due to his ancestry. During interrogation, he was wounded and now has a scar crossing his right eye and curving to just below his right ear. When the Government was convinced that he was loyal to the US, he was released and asked to serve in the Military in the Atlantic theatre. Having accepted the post, Kei was assigned to the K company due to his ability to speak French.

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Name: "Mad" Adric
Rank: Private
Specialization: CLASSIFIED
Armed With: howling mad kill lust, a solid lead pipe, Browning Automatic Rifle.

"Mad" Adric woke up one morning with a monster hangover to find his hair shaved into a crue cut, and that he'd been enlisted. After a few failed attempts at getting himself kicked out, (one involving wearing a floral pring dress and slugging out a superior officer after urinating on the company dog in another drunken stupor) Mad resigened to his fate, and got to learning how to be a half decent soldier.

When faced with a combat situation, it became increasingly clear that mad's only reaction was to try and kill anything in the near vicinity until he is knocked out cold. After some extensive and violent training. it was beaten...DRILLED into mad to only attack the enemy, and only under orders.

Mad loves his Browning, despite the horrendous kick, but seems to love his 2'6'' long lead pipe more.

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Name: Charles Fitt
Rank: Private
Specialization: Tracker/forest combat/scout.
Equipment:M-1 rifle, Hunting Knife, .357 Magnum

When Canada instisuted the draft to keep up with manpower needs overseas, Charlie had the brilliant idea of slipping over the border to dodge it. This backfired, with him getting picked up when Army authorities decided to draft the man whose ID he had stolen. He volunteered for the Airborn after finishing basic, with the general idea of using his outdoorsman skills to dissapear into the countryside somewhere after his first drop. This also backfired, due to one man: Captain Kyhm.

Something about the Captain resonated with Charlie, although he hadn't a clue what. He decided to stick around for awhile. Since that time, he has become a valued member of the Company.

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Name: ollie
Rank: 1st Lt
Specialization: English Liason Officer
Armed With: Cavalry Sabre, .455 Imperial Service Revolver

Having taken a commission in the Queens Royal Lancers in time for the regiment to return from active service in North Africa and generally sit in England for a few years, Lt ollie saw the drink and girls fun the GIs were having in England and decided to get his own back on the USA, so when the US Airborne made a request for a liason officer to work with them he jumped at the chance and shipped out, only later realising he would actually have to also jump out of an airoplane and prehaps be in the company of Americans for a little longer than he might want....

while he wears his QRL cavalry officer's uniform at all times (with the addition of jump wings now) and is often seen with his rather less than regulation cavalry sabre and pistol on his hip, ollie seems to the witless Americans far more upper class and rich than he actually is, his commision being won on skill rather than having been buggerd by the CO's cousin at boarding school or somesuch. he plays up to this stereotype however just to annoy the Americans, they expect it anyway.

In combat his role is to liase with English and Canadian allied units in the field to assist with combined arms and operations support in the early days of the war when communications and chain of command might not be at their best, ie an English officer telling a bunch of isolated English paras to join an American company for a few days would work better than a harsh US Sgt doing the same thing. Also given a suitable tradio he can call in airstrikes from any English fighter-bomber chaps circling overhead and is able to operate most forms of armoured vehicle and more importantly, briefly instruct others how to do so.

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Sounds like you all belong on Serial Peacemaker in Schlock Mercenary.

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Name: The Mad Thinker
Rank: PFC
Specialization: Contraband
Armed With: An amazing will to survive, and 2 cartons of contraband cigarettes for trade.

Even though he thought he had escaped the draft by running halfway across the globe, the Army still managed to catch up with Mad Thinker, and force him into the Airborne. Being more than slightly anti-war and entirely useless in combat, the Mad Thinker managed to stay a private longer than just about anyone could imagine. The very fact that he managed to survive as long as he did suprised him more than anybody.Where his life was concerned, he seemed to be able to find the safest place imaginable, and stay there and so avoid all injury. He soon became something of a company mascot, by simply refusing to die.

His survival skills also taught him that sometimes bribery is the best option, and so became a master of acquiring things. If you need it, and your not meant to have it, he can get it for you. For a price.

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Name: Rand Altoor
Rank: Corporal
Specialization:Explosives + communist propaganda
Armed with: sickle; grenades, empty standard issue pistol without bulles

Rand had actually planned to flee to Russia when Belgium fell to the Germans, but somehow completely lost his way and ended up in the US. Deciding that he'd have to slay Unrevolutionary nazis before the war was over, and that he could destroy the American system from within, ge grudgingly signed n with the US army. His long black hair was shaved, but Rand managed to keep the hair and made a wig out of it.

Still following ideals above orders, Rand has great trouble adapting to the military life, and would have been court martialled for insubordination and treason a number of times if it weren't for his knowledge of explosions, and his skill with the sickle in close combat.

Rand even got promoted and commended on his 'valour' after one particularly daring raid, in which a German had yelled something disparaging about communists and Rand had blown up 5 panzers in his fury to get to the terror struck German. Rand himself claims the promotion is a trick by the bourgeoisee to bribe him and doesn't respond to anyone calling him corporal. Except occasionally with a long rant or violence.

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Name: OmnipotentEntity
Rank: Master Sergeant
Specialization: Overcomplicated Plans that Never Ever Work™.
Armed With: A Rubik's Cube that he is constantly distracted by (how'd he get one 30 years or so before it was invented? Who knows?), a No.2 pencil (but no paper, who needs paper anyway?), Standard issue pistol and rifle, and most importantly clean socks.

Omni worked his way up the rank by showing his knowledge of textbook strategy and traditional wartype-games (such as chess). On the battlefield, however, nothing works as planned, people desert or hide, entire groups of troops disappear or are wiped out, people end up in the wrong place, you don't have complete intelligence. And Omni, as brilliant as he is, has not been able to cope sufficiently with the harsh realities of battlefield tactics*, he just isn't used to his plans not being carried out to the letter in all circumstances and so doesn't leave room for the smallest error. (Which is probably why he quit gaining rank, that and he doesn't give good head)

The experienced troops all have had a superior like Omni, and they all just give him lip service and do the right thing, which is ignore him and his deathtrap plans and do whatever.

* (except one, always have clean socks, Omni had a fun run in with severe case of athelete's foot.).

Physically Omni isn't much to look at, scrawny, glasses-wearing, about 5'11", 160 pounds. Brown Belt in Karate (he grew up in the suburbs, the only martial arts place around).

He wound up in the army one day after he met some guy in a cafe and defeated him in chess soundly. This man happened to be a Two-Star General Chessmaster, and he told Omni that the service would hold good things for him. Because he was unemployed (not much you can do with a physics degree) he decided "why not?" and enlisted. (Which is *not* the way you go about being somebody in the Army as he was soon to find out.) After jumping about and being promoted a few times (and killing off 93% of all his wartime subordanates) he eventually wound up in Company K.

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 Post subject: Re: Band of Fappers (101st, Company K)
PostPosted: Tue Nov 25, 2003 6:05 am 
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Name: Bronson
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Specialization: Battlefield humor and tactics
Armed With: His wits, a Bren Light Machine Gun and a selection of explosives; scavanged from many sources

Bronson found himself drafted, and although he was basically a pacifist he realized that sometimes a great evil <i>can</i> prevent an even greater evil: He threw himself into the role of Private with gusto and moved up through the ranks via a series of field promotions. His bleak sense of humor and dour temperament has earned him a number of nicknames amongst the troops but they all agree his battlefield doctrine is second to none.

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Name: revolutio
Rank: Private
Specialization: MacGyver-esque ideas and making things go "boom"
Armed With: Scoped M1905 Springfield, toothpick, spork, stick of gum, Apathy

Revolutio got drafted. He was completely apathetic to the basic training process showing no drive or effort in any area. However, he did weep openly when they shaved off his afro. War games did peek his interest though and he excelled at finding new and unusual ways to defeat his enemies and usually leave them entirely humiliated and pantsless.

Revolutio also made the record books by becoming the first person to ever complete the demolitions training course without the use of explosives. Upon landing in France he found to his surprise that he was fluent in French, German, and Mandarin Chinese.

Prone to making suicidal charges on enemy positions to prevent harm to any of his comrades. Charge however would not really be the correct term since he usually swaggers at a leisurely pace and only is safe from harm due to the enemy's intense confusion. (Wtf^^ mate?)

EDIT: Also prone to saying "W00t, j00 got pwned unscoped!!!11" every time he gets a kill. It is still unclear why he has a scope on his gun.


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Name: Immanio
Rank: Private
Specialization: Officially, none. But has a knack for doing nasty things to people (enemies if available), so can be 'convincing'.
Armed with: M1 Garand, rusty knife and 5 Mills (it's Mills, isn't it? The standard pineapple kind?) handgrenades (traded his sidearm for a few extra from TMT)

Escaping from Norway in 1942, after doing the brilliant career move of badmouthing a Gestapo officer (realizing far too late he was German, and Gestapo to top it off, the stupid git), Immanio ended up in USA. He goes by the name of Immanio, because noone manages to pronounce his Norwegian name. After some time, he joined the army, because that's what everyone expected him to, even though he has no actual wish of being there. He feels no obligation to king, country, God or any other such thing, only himself and family and close friends (not many). He just hopes to get through it all in one piece.

Like TMT, his main goal is to stay alive, although he's not quite sure why, himself. However, unlike TMT (if I understood correctly), he is very willing to go over the corpses of enemies (and maybe an occasional friend) to do so. Not very handy with his rifle, which he is usually cursing for being heavy, in battle he will most probably either stay in the back and let others catch bullets, or go completely batshit berserk. Exactly why he's complaining about the weight of the rifle while still carrying 5 grenades, is unknown.

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 Post subject: no....it's not pedantism....>_> <_< >_>
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War games did peek his interest though and he excelled at finding new and unusual ways to defeat his enemies and usually leave them entirely humiliated and pantsless.


the word is Pique Private!

I'll have no sloppyness in my platoon!

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 Post subject: Re: no....it's not pedantism....>_> <_< >_>
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the word is Pique Private!

I'll have no sloppyness in my platoon!
Sir, my brain doesn't function well on four hours of sleep, sir!


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BULLshit! Son in my platoon you may be running off four hours of sleep a week! You gotta learn to suck it UP! If you're sloppy here, how do I know you won't be sloppy in the air!? You might get sloppy and miss your pull cord, then fall on to MY GODDAMN PARACHUTE because I'm open when I'm supposed to be, but you fall through killing us both, IS THAT ANY EXCUSE SOLDER!!?!?!?!?

I <3 you Revolutio, here have a change of underwear

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Name: Kyle Ayre
Rank: PFC
Specialization: field medicine
Armed with: Medical bag, M1 Garand.

Kyle Ayre was working towards a career as a doctor when the draft came along. Since he was not picked to be assigned to a hospital, he instead joined the paratroopers in preference to standard infantry, as he "doesn't want to be depending on someone who's only here 'cause they were forced."

Kyle is a skilled field medic, capable of preventing most (but certainly not all) not-immediately-lethal wounds from becoming lethal in the future. His combat and weapon skills are only average. Kyle is also physically distinguishable by being nearly six and a half feet tall; good for getting over walls and such, but bad because it makes him a very obvious target.


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BULLshit! Son in my platoon you may be running off four hours of sleep a week! You gotta learn to suck it UP! If you're sloppy here, how do I know you won't be sloppy in the air!? You might get sloppy and miss your pull cord, then fall on to MY GODDAMN PARACHUTE because I'm open when I'm supposed to be, but you fall through killing us both, IS THAT ANY EXCUSE SOLDER!!?!?!?!?

I <3 you Revolutio, here have a change of underwear
Actually I plan on masturbating through the entire drop process just so I can say me jizz touched French soil before I did.


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BDM05 wrote:
BULLshit! Son in my platoon you may be running off four hours of sleep a week! You gotta learn to suck it UP! If you're sloppy here, how do I know you won't be sloppy in the air!? You might get sloppy and miss your pull cord, then fall on to MY GODDAMN PARACHUTE because I'm open when I'm supposed to be, but you fall through killing us both, IS THAT ANY EXCUSE SOLDER!!?!?!?!?

I <3 you Revolutio, here have a change of underwear
Actually I plan on masturbating through the entire drop process just so I can say me jizz touched French soil before I did.


JEEE-SUS H. CHRIST PRIVATE! THAT IS THE MOST DISPICABLE THING I HAVE HEARD TODAY! AND I LIKE IT! You'll do good kid, just keep your nose clean and your head down.

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