Sign Up Death Squad: (A short/Mature RP)

[Drizzt Do'urden]

This is a short horror/action RP. When I say short I mean it'll probably only last around a month if everyone can post even a couple times a week.

The story begins in the year 2080. The worlds supply of oil has been completly used up except for a single reserve located in the northernmost tip of Alaska. This information was supposed to be a secret, as things always do, however, the wrong people found out.

First thing everyone did was shoot down each other's satellites out of the sky sending the whole world into darkness. Of course there was still radar, but it didn't have the range to intercept the quickly organizing masses.

Before anyone knew, Russia had crossed into Alaska marking the first scale invasion of the United States. In quick retaliation, the U.S. mobilized its forces that were not already protecting the borders, and away protecting its allies.

You are part of a unit who was responsible for pushing back the Russian's in Southern Alaska. Your unit has just taken over a mile long underground facility the Russians had taken over for their own purposes. There is no record of this facility, and its previous uses are unknown. What is known is that deep inside still lies an unknown amount of Russian soldiers, and something else. Something sinister....

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Name:
Age:
Job Class: Riflemen, Marksmen, Heavy Gunner, Recon, Demolitions
Personality:
Appearance:
Primary weapon:
Secondary Weapon:
Biography:

The story will actually take place during the battle for the entrance to the facility. I'll post my signup in a day or two.

[Mr. Blonde]

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Name: Boris "Sheep" Nikitin
Age: 43
Job Class: Marksmen

Personality: The mad Russian has a regal, even statuesque quality about it. He's solitary most of the time, but after a few beers he'll start to open up, maybe about things he shouldn't open up about; about his past and the KGB. No one seems to know much about Sheep, so rumors began to spread. What exactly was this old Ukrainian doing here?

Appearance: Sheep's long past his physical peak, but still as hard as old hickory. His large Fu Manchu mustache accents his wide jaw, and stubbled face. A deep scar goes over his left eye, where a glass eye now replaces it featuring the Badge of the Soviet Union (hammer and sicle). He's got a real rough and tumble quality to him with his deep, bellowing Russian accent and his own version of the 'high and tight' regulation hair cut complete with large mutton chops.

Primary weapon: M25 Joint Venture Sniper Rifle

Secondary Weapon: Bowie Knife (for up close business)

Biography: Sheep was born in raised in a small village in Ukraine. He graduated from the Kharkiv Military University and served in the Suhopútnyje vojská Rossíjskoj Federácii (Land Forces of the Russian Federation). After taking shrapnel during a routine operation, he was blinded in his left eye and suffered extensive nerve damage in his left arm.

The Federation had no need for a sniper with a twitching left arm and no left eye. He was discharged with honors. He was then recruited by the KGB, but was later linked to the Russian Crimination Organization Dolgoprudnenskaya. Nothing was ever proven but he was asked to resign. He secretly relocated to the United States in 2068, 12 years before the Russian Invasion, at the age of 31.

Sheep moved around the country working whatever odd jobs he could come by. After being suspected by authorities to have ties to the Russian mob out of Buffalo, NY and Chicago, IL, a warrant was finally put out for his arrest in Detroit, MI for the double homicide of a police officer and his wife. He fled the city before he was apprehended. Through various unground channels he was able to obtain a new identity.

After the draft was instated Sheep volunteered for the United States Armed Forces under the name Boris Nikitin. He was able to conceal his handicap enough during training to get the rank of Marksman. After all he was the best sniper the Russian Federation had. No one knows Sheep's intentions, maybe not even Sheep himself. If he can keep his hand steady and eye open, he might just make it out of this war alive.