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[Flash]

It started after World War II. Using Chrono technology, Albert Einstein created a time machine, and travelled back in time, in an attempt to assasinate Hitler and stop the tragic loss of life and horror that followed in the War. Einstein's effort was admirable--He succeeded. Hitler was killed, and there was no World War.

However, this pathed way for something much more terrible. Joseph Stalin, leader of the Communist Soviet Union, sent waves of tanks into Europe, crippling Allied forces. Germany, France and other supporting Allied countries were crushed by troops pouring out of Russia and Ukraine. Soon, it seemed as if Britain would be the last free country.

In a last stand, remaining Allied forces rallied, and with the help of their extensive navy, they were able to force the Soviet forces back, finally overwhelming them at Moscow. The Allies declared victory, and the war was over. The Soviet empire crumbled.

Flash foward to present day.

The U.S. is knee-deep in apple pie and amber waves of grain. The Red Menace is all but dead, diluted into the World Socialist Alliance, a harmless humanitarian organization with U.S.-friendly puppet leader Premier Romanov shaking hands and making speeches. Peace and prosperity reign. Then the reports come in.

Reports of U.S. citizens in the southwest U.S. succumbing to fits of dizziness and nausea. Others falling into a state of zombie-like submission, turning against both family and nation. Intelligence reports soon link the disturbance to a Soviet presence in Mexico, where, with a nod from the U.S., Romanov's WSA troops are supposedly putting down an insurrection. But it's soon revealed as an elaborate ruse, as Soviet troops?like none the Allies have ever seen?storm Texas, then California, and other major cities. Planting mysterious beacons along the way, the Soviet troops are led by psychic generals who use their minds instead of munitions to push forward with their invasion of the U.S. In the cities, Americans take up arms against their neighbors. In the country, patriotic farmers weep as they watch their cows?strapped with explosives and saddled by mind-control?march into military installations to explode in deadly clouds of beefy, succulent shrapnel. President Dugan opts for a decisive nuclear strike. The red phone rings. The button is pushed. Nothing happens.

By now, intelligence sources confirm the worst: Romanov is behind the siege, and he's using the most mysterious?and terrifying?technology to date: psychically enhanced troops whose minds are as deadly as their AK-47s. Premier Romanov's full agenda is soon unveiled. The Premier has for years used the WSA as a front to develop a global network of Communist allies who want to see the Hammer and Sickle replace the Stars and Stripes. Having developed his psychic technology in secret for years, Romanov finally has the means to do it. Romanov's motivations, meanwhile, are more personal than those of his communist cohorts. Still stung by the fall of the Soviet Union after the Cold War?memories that have haunted him since his childhood?Romanov has long promised to make America pay for its crimes against Mother Russia. And he's found the perfect way: not by destroying the last bastion of the free world, but by using mind-control technology to cripple his Allied enemies, leaving the infrastructure, defenses and resources of America free for the taking. Romanov plans to turn the United States into the premier Communist republic of the west.

Its nuclear arsenal temporarily disabled, the U.S. gathers its conventional forces?and some unconventional ones. Using its own time-warp technology to thwart the Soviet foes, the U.S. and its allies rally to stop Romanov's twisted plan. Will it be Stars and Stripes or Hammer and Sickle? The final battle?on American soil, in American cities?will determine the fate of the free world.

Who will you serve, Soviets or Allies?

Note--I am only going to be allowing one other person to be on the Soviet side (Well, guess who I'm with, then.)

Post your application for enlistment in either army here. If you choose, you may be a Civilian.

[b]Name[/b] - ...
[b]Allegiance[/b] - To the Soviets, or the Allies..
[b]Military[/b] - To which countries Military do you belong (If Any). Allied Countries are as follows; America, France, Germany, England and South Korea. Soviet Countries are Russia, Iraq, Cuba and Libya. And please, no Soviet Americans, or anything stupid..
[b]Age[/b] - ...
[b]Description[/b] - Physical Description..
[b]Bio/History[/b] - How your character acts/their history/details..
[b]Supplemental[/b] - Anything else you'd like to add..

This should prove interesting.

[Muse]

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Name: Lauren M.

Allegiance: Allies

Millitary: American Army

Age: 27

Description: Lauren is 6'4" and skinny. She has black hair in a ponytail and brown eyes. She wears a black tanktop and camoflouge pants. She wears Star of David earings and necklace. She wears black boots with silver edges.

Bio/History: Lauren is happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and friendly, though serious when it comes to hand-to-hand combat which is her speciality. She was born in California, but she moved to South Carolina at age twenty and registered in the army. Lauren took a class on how to speak forgein languages. She is a mechanical genius and can crack codes easily. She was trained in the art of Martial Arts and Airplane handling. She is interested in drawing her secret obsestion, Anime, which she will sometimes do while she is bored, as she always carries a pencil and a notebook with her.

Thats all I can think if for now! Hope this is better:D



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[Flash]

Back then? This is set in modern days... I'm assuming you're a girl, and if you want to be a chick, you're more than welcome. There are plenty of Female commandos on the battlefield. (Tanya, anyone?) ;)

[DuoMax]

name: John Grey
allegiance: Allies
Military: SAS
Age: 25
description: Fairly tall, (5'11") John has Black hair and Grey eyes. He usually dresses in a tan trenchcoat, a black t-shirt and khakis when not on duty. When on duty he is either in fatigues or in dress uniform.
History: Born in Britain, he was sent to a Military Boarding school when he was 8 and is following in his father's footsteps, something he occasionly resents. He is dedicated to his country. He is usually very serious, with a streak of rather dark/sarcastic humor.
supplemental:speaks russian, french, German, and Russian. He is adept in hand-to-hand combat, small arms, demolitions, and heavy weaponry i.e. tanks, etc.

[Chaos]

[b]Name:[/b] Arano 'Blank' Karakkaze

[b]Allegiance:[/b] Soviet Union

[b]Military:[/b] Soviet Union

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Description:[/b] Six foot five, extremely muscular, and sports platinum stud earrings on both lobes of his ears. Arano has two inch tall, seemingly always spiked completely white hair. A tribal version of the Sickle is tattooed on his right cheek, and a gothic version of the Hammer is tattooed on his left bicept.

[b]Bio/History:[/b] Arano was born around the end of the Cold War, and he was always pro-Communism. The very idea of Communism dying angered him as a boy to the point that he became a very volatile person. His parents, supporting his rage, also helped...'develop'...his anger towards Capitalistic Americans. When he was 15, he was drafted into the rejoining USSR army, in preparation for the conquest of America. He has been accused by Americans for many bombings and assassinations.

[b]Supplemental:[/b] An expert at hand-to-hand combat, and is just as deadly with firearms and explosives. Also rumored to be genetically engineered; one of the Les frères d'Armageddon. Fluent in American, Russian, German, Italian, Dutch, and French.


HAHAHAAH!!! I FINALLY POSTED!!!

[NeoCactuar]

[b]Name[/b] - Cid Dargonia
[b]Allegiance - [/b]Allies
[b]Military -[/b] Former US Air Force, Now rouge pilot.
[b]Age -[/b] 42
[b]Description - [/b]6'4", Brown hair, blue eyes.
[b]Bio - [/b] Cid joined the US Air Force at the age of 29, upon application the CIA was not able to pull any file on Cid, and nothing could be confirmed about his past before the age of 28. He claimed he was from Alabama, and worked on his father?s farm until he was 28, he then moved to New York, and went about enlisting in the army. Although the Enlistment officer could clearly tell he was no Farm boy, Cids performance on the flight simulators gave the army a chance to good to pass up. So Cid was accepted into the army, and became a fighter pilot, after many years, and many skirmishes, Cid rose thru the ranks of the army, and became the commander of his squadron. The 5th Squadron quickly became one of the most respected and successful squadrons in the air force, completing every skirmish given to them. After may years, Cid retired at the age of 40, but he still continued the fly planes in his spare time, and even flying the odd skirmish when the Air Force got really Desperate. But now, he is living in a beach house, complete with his F-18 custom fighter, in the south of France.
[b]Supplemental[/b] - Fluent in Russian, Maori and English. During his simulator tests Cid demonstrated the highest levels of reaction time, and movement. This lead the army to believe he was part of the US GE Breeding program, started in the early Sixties, but were unable to access the files containing the names of the subjects. But is was not that GE program he was from...

[Muse]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final Flash [/i]
[B]Back then? This is set in modern days... I'm assuming you're a girl, and if you want to be a chick, you're more than welcome. There are plenty of Female commandos on the battlefield. (Tanya, anyone?) ;) [/B][/QUOTE]


[COLOR=orange][FONT=arial][SIZE=1]Oh, really? MIssed that part.:blush: Sorry, forgive my stupidnessnessness:(Mesa go edit that^^[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]

[Kinetic]

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[b]Name - [/b]Zylics

[b]Allegiance -[/b] the Allies

[b]Military -[/b] Former U.S. infantry, now an agent for hire.

[b]Age - [/b]25

[b]Description - [/b]Zylics is average height, with a young face, brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a black trench coat and sunglasses when out of camoflouge uniform. He wears one silver earring on each ear and is slightly muscular, more than the average man.

[b]Bio/History -[/b] Zylics was born into the average family. They didn't make so much money that they were wealthy, yet they were not poor. He was conceived in Michigan, but born in Texas. He grew up loving the U.S. army and hoping to join their powerful ranks some day. When he dropped out of high school, he enlisted in the army, only to leave few years later. When he first heard of the Soviet Union's attacks, he became an agent for hire and is undergoing heavy traveling at the moment. His is in the U.S. but might be leaving soon. His mother died shortly after he left, and his father is extremely ill. He hopes that his father will make it through the battles and that he can visit him once again some day.

[b]Supplemental -[/b] Zylics is an average soldier, excelling in small arms/close-range combat. He is not the ideal sniper but he knows his way around. He is extremely silent when drifting through the terrain, much less the enemy's base. He speaks no other languages, but knows a slight bit of Spanish, thanks to growing up in Texas.

E D I T: Changed a few things . . .
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[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken Sevilo
[b]Allegiance[/b]: Allies
[b]Military[/b]: France
[b]Age[/b]: 36
[b]Description[/b]: He is 6'2 or so, muscular build. Eye color is a gold color, and his hair is a dark brown/black, and is usually stringy and messy, past his eyes. He has an almost constant 5 o clock shadow, and looks somewhat rough. His usual clothes are a camoflague outfit with a black bulletproof vest, with matching gloves. The only visable scar is along his cheek, 4 inches long, from an unknown event in his past..

[b]Bio/History[/b]: Born and raised in a small village outside of Paris, Ken was the son of a Special Ops Commander in the French Army. Following in his father's footsteps from an early age, Ken was a born fighter it seemed. Unfortunately, his father died from a deadly wound when Ken was only 14, driving Ken on to serve for his country. Now, he is the Second in command of a Unit of Commandoes..

He has a causual, comedical attitude about everything, but can be serious when he needs to be.

[b]Supplemental[/b]: Doesnt have THAT heavy of a French accent..[/color]

[Flash]

[b]Name:[/b] Christov 'Flash' Karakkaze

[b]Alliegence:[/b] Soviet

[b]Military:[/b] Russia

[b]Age:[/b] 29

[b]Description:[/b] 5'10", average to slim build. His greyish white hair is spiked into two large shoots at the front, and tied to a ponytail at the back. He has only one tattoo--'Excessum' along the back of his hand, leading to his index finger.

[b]Bio/History:[/b] The older--and smaller brother of Arano 'Blank' Karakkaze. While Blank outguns Flash in Brute strength, Flash has the power of Psychic strength, through rumoured Genetic Modification, and training as a student of Yuri. Flash was born during the Cold War, and enlisted as soon as he could into the Army. Much like his father, he harboured a hatred for the Capitalistic West, and longed for the day when the Soviet Empire would claim it's rightful place at the top of the world.

[b]Supplemental:[/b] Flash's calling lies not so much on the battlefield, but in the Command Centre, controlling units and commanding battalions. Of course, this doesn't mean he's any less dangerous on the battlefield. Rumoured to be Genetically Engineered; One of the Les frères d'Armageddon. He speaks nearly any language flawlessly.

EDIT; Here's a rough sketch of Flash and Blank, chest up. Flash looks a little weedy, though. -.-'

[IMG]http://finalflash.netfirms.com/BlankFlash.jpg[/IMG]

[PiroMunkie]

[color=indigo][b]Name -[/b] 'Ripper'
[b]Allegiance -[/b] Allies
[b]Military -[/b] America
[b]Age -[/b] [size=1][last recorded][/size] 27
[b]Description -[/b] Six feet, three inches. One hundred and seventy-one pounds. Caucasian. Bald. Dark blue eyes [size=1][ naturally; custom contacts may show differently][/size]. Porportionately muscular. Extremely gothic and detailed portrayal of Death tattooed on inner left forearm. An ominous skull tattooed on right deltoid. A silver stud pierced in right nostril. Diagnol scar across left cheek. Top front canines are silver.
[b]Bio/History -[/b] His story is [i]not[/i] every man's story. Born of a broken home. His father beat his mother every day of his life until he was five. At long last, his mother could not take any more; she killed herself. His father continued his assualts. Only now on his son. At one point his father took a kitchen knife and slashed him across the face. He took his son to the hospital, telling the doctors that he "went to the restroom, and the kid went to the kitchen and played with the knives.", and that when he came back, his son was standing with the knife in hand, tears rolling down his face, blood dripping to the floor. Lies... except for the tears and the blood. They were real. Too real. The kind of reality a typical five year does not normally come knife to face with. He was in the hospital for a few weeks while the stitches set. A scar remained. The week after he came back home from the hospital, during the night, the child could not sleep. He had received more severe beatings since the incident with the knife, of which his father blamed him for. That night, his father died. Police arrived the next morning to find the son sitting on the floor next to his father's bed, just looking at it, with his father's gun in hand. His father lie murdered with a bullet hole in his sternum. In court, they could not condemn the boy. He testified in tears of his mother's suicide, his father's beatings, ... the scar. His testimony was eloquently and convincly put, especially coming from, at this time, a six year old child. He was put in a special home for children who live such lives as he does. He was there for two years, where he always got in fights with the other children; no matter how big or small they were. A majority of the time, he actually won. A family adopted him. Nothing special. His new parents pretty much let him do whatever he wanted. Gave him whatever he desired, though, suprisingly, he never spoiled himself. Around the age of fourteen, he began to take a keen interest in death. Not the event of it, but the act of making it happen. He possessed hundreds of text files on his computer on different ways to kill people; whether it be with hands, firearm, close-range weapon, poison, etc. He also studied basic explosives. For a few years already, he had been taking several martial arts classes. By the time he was seventeen, he had made black belt in all of them. Throughout high school, he was a master in physics and chemistry. He also participated in ROTC all four years. Nothing getting to practice marksmanship in school. Soon enough, he moved out on his own. When he came of legal age, he bought himself a firearm. He carried it with him. Always. He rarely used it, unless he was at a gun club; to practice. One day not too long after, he killed a man with it. The man was driving down the street, as another man ran out from an alleyway shouting that the guy had stolen his car. The scarred young man shot the back tires out, forcing the car into a streetpole. The man came out, armed, and ready to fire. Immediately, he was shot. Three times, up the middle of the torso. He took off running not wanting to be caught for murder. He hid in a dark alley for a while, when the man who was the owner of the car found him, and offered him an interesting proposition. He had recognized the young man's skill in making a hit, and offered to hire him as a hitman. He agreed. He was not given anything big at first, but over the few years he had gained a reputation. He became known as the 'Ripper'. A pun off of the Grim Reaper. He made his living this way until he was twenty-three. He had become an exceptionally skilled hitman. His work came to a close when his employer suddenly 'disappeared'. A year later, the government picked up on him. They kidnapped him, and gave him a life or death decision. He would either be executed for all of the victims he killed, or put his skills to use and join the military. Being that death was an ironic choice to him, he chose the military. The government accepted him, and gave him a golden icing to his cake by clearing any and all records of his former self ever existing. He kept a strictly confidential government record under the name 'Ripper'. He was given a free pass in the military, allowing him to mingle unquestioned with any general military section the U.S. had. It was because of this he learned how to fly aircraft, work on naval ships, sharpen his skills in explosives of all kinds, among other things.
[b]Supplemental -[/b] Secondary lagnuages: French, German. Knows some Russian. With the goverment behind his back, he is not one to kindly take random orders from most military officers. Only a few in each military section know who he is, and those are who he reports to.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name - Lacroix s'Xalerian
Allegiance - Allies (Though he's by no mean a patriot)
Military - Working with the American military, but only on his terms.
Age - 27
Description - Lacroix is six foot tall, with shoulder length black hair that shimmers silver under certain light. Lacroix had steel grey eyes, with black flecked irises, hardened by time and experience. Very few people can hold his emotionless gaze. He has a hawklike nose, and a thin mouth. He tends to blacken his lips and eyes. His skin is bone-white, due to his intense dislike of sunlight. ..

Lacroix wears a silk black Chinese shirt on most occasions. Under this is a black long sleeved t-shirt, tight fitting. He wears black cotton jeans. Tattooed dragon on his left wrist.


Bio/History - Lacroix was born in France, in the country. He was modestly educated by his parents, who spoke only English to him. He lived this way until he was twelve. His parents then moved to California. Lacroix was enrolled at a public school, where he was revealed to be quite intelligent.

Socially however, he was non-existant. Long hours of solitude had made him somewhat bookish, and he was completely inexperienced at dealing with other people. He was foreign, and had a country upbrinding. As such, he was immediately labelled an 'inky', among other things, and was constantly picked. Quite often, due to his habit of never standing down, he was severely injured.

At fifteen, Lacroix, after several broken bones and countless doctor visits, took up traditional Taekwon-do. He double graded on most equations, and was a second Dan with two years. During the last year of highschool, Lacroix nearly killed several people, after they attempted to harass him. He graduated with an extensive assault record, though was never charged with any offenses.

Lacroix excelled at English and Biology. Despite this, he did not seek a career in either field. Instead, he opened up a small Taekwon-do school until he was 23. By this time he was a fourth Dan black belt.

During that year, Lacroix was often wandering off into the wilderness alone. He ran into a routine military operation by mistake, and put several commandos down before anyone realised he wasn't hostile. The Captain in charge immediately referred him to his superiors, who offered him a job. Lacroix started training Special Forces applicants in self-defence, and basically how to kill people quickly and quietly. He also trained several CIA agents. Lacroix didn't do this for the money, or to help his country, it was because in every face he saw, he saw a reflection of those who had once tormented him. Lacroix was as solitary as ever, more so in fact, and when not on the job, was not seen for weeks on end. He quite often turned up in unexpected places. He cracked the headquarters of the training facility seven times in under a year, among other things.

In fact, when he was 26, Lacroix started training one of his primary school bullies, a no-neck, sloping forehead style hulking brute by the name of Jimmy. Lacroix humiliated him every chance he got, quite often kicking him around the dojang for nearly an hour. Eventually, Jimmy attacked Lacroix with a knife. This was the only excuse Lacroix needed. The now eighth dan Taekwon-do master simply took the knife out of the man's hand and quiet literally fed it to him.

Lacroix was abruptly arrested, and languished in prison for six months, before being released early, for some unknown reason. He found out after a week of freedom he was released on the Government's orders. Lacroix was abducted by several agents, two of which he had trained, and taken to a military installation, where his situation was explained to him. His martial arts skills, combined wih his stealth and solitude, made him a perfect infiltration unit. Lacroix was educated in Ninjitsu, as well as Western methods. Lacroix used this to turn and escape several times. He continued to do so, coming back several days after his depature, on a regular basis, till he impressed upon the military officials that he would only do this on his terms.


Supplemental - Lacroix's solitary nature, and months of government conditioning, lead to him being introverted to the point of ignoring all else unless it concerned him, and completely emotionless. Lacroix doesn't reallt care for life, he just couldn't be bothered ending it.

Lacroix has very little skill with any type of firearm, excepting handguns. However, he is exceptional with traditional weapons like katanas and quarterstaves.[/font][/color]

[The Unholy Newt]

[color=purple][b]Name:[/b] Captain Bradley J Russo (or BJ for short)

[b]Allegiance:[/b] Allies

[b]Military:[/b] Australian SAS (I'll change if Australia isn't involved

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Description:[/b] Has brown hair cut to the military standard. Piercing grey eyes, with a scar through his left tracing from the start of his hairline to the corner of his mouth where he was hit by a piece of shrapnel. Dresses in the standard Australian urban SAS uniform, which is basically totally black(attachment below).

[url]www.counter-strike.net/images/weapons/sas.jpg[/url]

Has a tattoo of the SAS logo on right upper arm (attachment below)

[url]www.defence.gov.au/army/traditions/images/Sasr.gif[/url]

[b]Bio:[/b] BJ became interested in a military career from joining the cadet unit at his high school. He quickly rose up the ranks within the unit getting the highest grades on all his promotion courses and eventually becoming the OC (Officer Commanding) of the Cadet Unit. Once finishing High School as Dux of the College, he applied for ADFA (Austrlian Defence Force Academy) for officer training. Passing the entry exams and fitness tests with ease he was accepted into the academy. Through his time there, he spent most of it studying, working out and achieving a 2nd Dan Black Belt in Karate all for his goal to get into the SAS. He graduated in his third year as the Student of Honour, grading above all the other officer cadets.

He spent a year posted in Canberra as a Lieutenant already studying to go on course for promotion to Captain and at the end of the year was promoted to that rank. After his promotion he applied for the SAS only narrowly getting accepted even with his perfect record. After months of vigorous and exhausting training he finally became a full member of the SAS. He was then posted in Indonesia doing peace-keeping when a terrorist attack was attempted on a special military building. The terrorists attempted to take over the facility but failed after BJ and a number of SAS troops stormed the area and killed them all. After a number of other assignments, BJ has been posted in the U.S with his unit to aid against the siege.

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[Orien_Xel]

Name: Thomas "Tom" Heinkel
Allegiance: Allies
Country: Germany

Description: Has black hair, and blue eyes. Tall(5 foot 11) Very muscualar, has a stubble on his face.
Bio: Born in Germany at the beging of the first Soviet war. Both of his parents were killed when Soviet Tanks and troops invaded his hometown. He was adopted by an Allied Officer who found him. He grew up in germany, learning about various things, but was always interested in a military career. He has, however, Socialist leanings. HE believes that the common worker is oppressed. Despite this he joined the German military and excelled at his work. He wasdecorated several times and was evantually reassigned to an elite unit, in which he rose quickly. He currently holds the rank of Lt. and hopes to continue rising in rank. He and his unit wre recently transferred to America to help with the fight against the Soviets. He sympathises with the common Soviet Soldier, believing them to be brainwashed or drafted. He believes that the common laberor should be more important.

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Name: Lethe Senica Sevenstar

Allegiance: none

Military: declined to state

Age: 26

Description: see attatchment.

Bio/History: Born in Taiwan, her family immigrated to America and raised her to be an free American....not a communist of China. After she graduated from high school, she continued her studies without any family suppervision. As far as they know, she's dead. But her home situation has always been on her mind, driving her to be anything her parents were not. Without a doubt, this has come down on her and caused a few problems here and there. Generally, she despises any form of powerful govenment that wants to enslave another country/race. China is merely the place of her birth, not worth of any loyalty whatsoever.

Despite this self imposed anarchy, she is also an empath, feeling the emotions and dreams of other people. This makes her nearly impossible to lie to, or deceive. Psychic's beware.

Although she has near perfect accuracy and is a good fighter, she won't hesitate to use other means to achieve her goals. For example: If she is hired to kill somebody, she'll do it any way she damn well pleases. Be it decapitation, asphyxiation, or any other form of murder. Anyone who wants her services, only has to pay the right price.

In short: she's rather angsty.

Supplemental: Self employed. Fluent in every language, thanks to her parents. Pet peve: Men who think they can get into her pants without a fight.[/COLOR]

[Ryo]

Name - Ogi Davidovic (its my real name) Pronounced: Augee-Davidovich

Allegiance - Allies..

Military - Yugoslavia ( Ill change it if it's not allowed)

Age - 29

Description - About 6'2 , short brownish golden hair, muscular, wears a army jacket and army pants with some army boots (who would of guessed) and also wears a barrete(sp?) with Yugoslavian flag in the middle.

Bio/History - Ogi always wanted to be in the army. When he was about 13 his dad died in combat training when his dads best friend turned on him. Nobody understood why his dads friend would do anything like that. Ogi was devistated with his loss. He swore he would find out what happened because he knew that his dads friend would never do that. When he finished College he went signed up for the Yugoslavian Army...the same Army his dad went to. He trained as hard as he could and became a General.

Supplemental - Hates Americans...(no offence...not realy)

[Flash]

I'm pretty sure Yugoslavia was defunct at this point... :whoops:

Edit; Okay, I'm starting this now. And the people who made it in, are...

Medra
NeoC
Kinetic
DeathKnight
Piro
Harlequin
Newt
Raiha
Sacred Warrior

Congrats to those who made it, sorry to those who didn't, etc.

[Warlock]

And I'm butting in late... As a Soviet no less! But yes, I'm completely allowed to do so...

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Name - Raynor Durane

Allegiance - Soviets

Military - America (Yes, I know what Flash said... But read on, it all actually makes sense!)

Age - 26

Description - 5'11, black, short, spikey hair, blue eyes, white skin, skinny/medium build. Yeah, simple, but I'm tired.

Bio/History - Captain Raynor Durane. Promising Tank Commander and officer. Born at sea, then been constantly moved around the world at a young age, this explosion loving guy finally settled down in America, and decided to join the military, for the heck of it.

He became a promising tank pilot, gaining experience and quickly becoming a tank commander. All was going swell... Until when on a training exercise with the rest of his tank company in the southwestern United States, when Romanov's WSA troops were deployed, he and his tank crew came in contact with one of the mind controlling Yuri clones... You can guess what happened from there.

Now a loyal Soviet supporter, Raynor helped the best way he could... By commanding tanks. And so, now a skilled commander in charge of Rhino Heavy Tanks, Flak Tracks and the dreaded Apocalypse Tanks, Raynor is willing to help out the Soviet cause... Until the day when possibly, all so possibly, his link to mind control devices are broken.

But hopefully for the Soviets, that day will never come...

Supplemental - Raynor is not a 'I can do anything and I'm great at SpecOps and flying anything and shooting people in the blink of an eye' like some of you, he's a simply a tank commander. Though, outside a tank, he's just as good as any other GI... Which compared to all you other elites, isn't so good.

[9mm Avenger]

This signup is closed, no? If it is, that's too bad...I wanted to join, but never had the chance...

[Flash]

Go ahead, Join. We're always looking for new RPers--And you're okay in my book. ^_^

[9mm Avenger]

lol, thnx Flash.

[color=firebrick][b]Name:[/b] Marth Rigfield

[b]Alliance:[/b]Allies

[b]Military:[/b]American

[b]Description:[/b]Marth looks like he stepped from a recruiting poster, he is very tall, and well built, with deep blue eyes, black hair with grey highlights, and a large battle scar on his right arm.

[b]History:[/b]Marth was your average American, born in Washington DC, he lived in a happy family until his father joined the March of War. Marth, now ten years old, was watching TV with his family when First Lieutenant Frederic Harker reported that Marths' father had died in battle, accidentaly shot by one of his own tanks.

Scence Marth's mother was physically handicapped from a work accident which removed her right arm, Marth's older brother had to work to support both his family, and Marth's family. Both families were very poor, and Marth just coulden't bare to see his family like this, but coulden't do anything until he was older than 16.

Marth joined the American Mobile Infantry at age 19, and was pressed into battle with little training, but destinguished himself at the Battle of the Gulf, slaying several eneymy soldiers, and taking a grenade for his commander. This incident lead to a large scar on his right arm, but Marth has survived, and was awarded the Citation for Bravery, and a small party held by the surviving members of his platoon.

Marth, after seeing the horrors of large scale wars, was trained in the SpecOps, proving that a man of his build can move silently, but Marth is very weak againts tanks, and A-S(Air to Surface) fire.

[b]Supplimental:[/b]Marth is an able-bodied leader, who will try to not to get his hands bloody unless he absolutly has to. Due to the lack of heavy weapons on his persona, he must be assisted by a tank, or A-S fire if he he going up againts tanks, or heavy bunker emplacements.[/color]