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OOC: Lol, it's alright. Arytrom and his squad continued to wait, then a helicopter flew over the field of battle and tore the soldiers to shreds, the symbol on the helicopter was all to clear, The American Union. Artyom wasn't surprised, like he said before, everyone seems to want this land. The soldiers looted the dead British Union soldiers, and left, but Artyom knew better and waited a little bit longer, Artyom continued to wait until it was sure it was safe to exit from the cover of the bush. He brought his binoculars to his eyes and looked over the neighboring hills, looking for any sign of recons or spotters... or snipers. As he was finishing scanning the last hill, something caught his eye. A glare he was all to familiar of. "I think there is a Sniper on the hill there, Isaak, grab your rifle, the rest of you get down, and stay down." Artyom ordered as he crouched down, concealing himself behind the bushes, as Isaak grabbed his VSS and looked through the scope. "East hill, 500 meters, see the glare?" Artyom asked. Isaak nodded and took aim, Artyom could feel his heart pounding, if he missed, they would have to make a run for it. Then it would be the game of who could outlast each-other. As he thought, he heard the shot from the VSS, and a puff of snow covered the glare. "Unknown hit, wait for the snow to clear." Artyom said, heart still pounding.

Artyom and his squad was doing a routine patrol around the base perimeters, Artyom himself didn't mind walking around for a couple of hours, but his comrades thought otherwise. Mostly complaining about the snow and the howling wind. "Shut up, the three of you," Artyom barked. After his outburst, the squad fell silent. The gear he had on was incredibly warm, but heavy. He carried most of the ammo with him, since the three privates couldn't be trusted with anything yet. His old squad mates were resting back at base, from a recent fight that they had, wounded all three of them. So Artyom was stuck with the privates for now. As the snow crunched beneath their feet, the sounds of fire came from the distance. Artyom wasn't surprised, the British Union wanted this land, and bad. After hearing the roaring of the jets, he saw the explosions. "Tree cover, move silently comrades, don't fire until I give the order." Artyom said, as he ducked behind a couple trees off the road. The squad continued to walk through the trees, with each and every step he could hear the gunfire sounds closer and closer. When he saw the squads fighting, Artyom held up his hand, to stop the group. He could see the British Union soldiers, but couldn't see the others who were fighting them. "Wait it out," Artyom said quietly, but loud enough for them to hear.

Name: Артём/Artyom Maslov Gender: Male Nationality: Russian, Ukrainian. Born in Russia. Fought during WW3? Yes Empire:Communist Union Appearance: Having trained almost his whole life, he had a strong build and detailed muscles, with a rough beard and short hair, with brighter blue eyes, he has multiple tattoos on his arms and back, his arm has the Soviet Union hammer and sickle. and his back has the Spetsnaz GRU symbol. He normally wears his on duty Spetsnaz GRU uniform, with combat boots and fingerless gloves. Background: Artyom was born with an extreme relation with his Russian ancestors, when he was born the Russian Federation had it's worse economy point, riots were in the streets and buildings were being destroyed. After he turned 3 both of his parents died in a car bombing and Artyom was adopted by a top military general, when he grew up he was pushed to the most grueling physical tests that his father gave him. After he turned 16, he was in almost perfect physical and mental perfection. His father then trained him the use of weapons, mainly an assault rifle and a pistol. At the age of 18, he graduated high school and went straight into military school. There he trained even more, about tactics and patience. Artyom graduated at the top of his class and was sent to the front lines of the rebellion. Artyom's job was to make sure that the rebellion was stopped by any means necessary, while his comrades coward in fear he stood head strong. He was awarded many metals and ribbons for his bravery and skill. After he turned 35, he joined the Spetsnaz, in which he went on a lot of special operations in WW3, mostly to take out HPT. As WW3 came to a close, he was antiquated to the leader of his Unit. Personality: Artyom is generally respectful, and is nice to people that respect him and his fellow teammates. He is pretty quiet, only talking when he needs to. Weapons and equipment: A modified version of the AK-74 rifle, attached with a Tactical Foregrip (Flashlight on the grip), and a ITL Mars reflex sight. A MP-443 Grach, also modifed with a flash light with a modified 25 round magazine. His uniform comes with two extra ammo pouches, and his belt carries 3 more pouches for magazines of both guns. I have read the rules

Artyom continued his previous day dream, he thought about the University in the Philippines, he had hoped that he could get the job, he was literally dependent on this. He would have no where else to turn if they turned him down... Artyom shook off the thought, he didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't get the job, he thought about if he did get it. Positive thoughts, he needed to think positive thoughts. As he was thinking, the beautiful stewardess handed him a menu. "Thanks," Artyom said, quietly this time as he opened the menu.

Artyom smiled, "No, that will be all, thank you." He said polity again, and took a sip of water before starring out the window again.

Artyom was day dreaming, looking out the window before he heard the stewardess on the intercom, he repositioned himself on the chair seat, and buckled himself in. He didn't know why, but he literally hated to fly. However, he heard the woman and the trolly coming toward him, he could use a drink. "Some water will be fine, miss." Artyom said polity, with his extremely heavy Russian accent, also ignoring the man's gross comment.

Gender: Male Name: Артём (Artyom, which is the Russian version of the Greek name Artemisios) Maslov Age: 42 Race: Russian Appearance: Average build, Olive green eyes, full, but rough beard. Height and Weight: 150 pounds, 6'0 Weapons: Nothing for now. Clothes: Wearing a suit, for a Job that was in the Philippines, a simple grey suit with a black tie, but normal shoes. Resources brought: Cell phone, suitcase filled with paper and documents, clothes for the trip. Personality: Generally being quiet amongst the crowed, he normally keeps to himself. However, he is generally nice to most people that he meets. Backround: Born: 1970, July 15th, Stalingrad. Artyom, being born into a business and education family, he was put in the most best and expensive schools that his parents could buy. He worked hard for good grades, he had achieved the most rare amongst the students. Receiving a "5" grade in each of his classes, through his whole school years. Most of his teachers thought of great things that Artyom was going to get when he graduated high school. At first, Artyom thought about being an Accountant, but however that dream short lived as he started History classes, from then on, Artyom wanted to be an Historian. As of his last year in High School, he was honored the highest reward you could get in the school. Soon after graduating, and using his parent's money and connection, Artyom was put in the best University that he could get into in Russia, which was Lomonsov Moscow State University. Now in the University, the teachers immediately liked Artyom, but the students however, only wanted to use him for his smarts. His life in the University was dull, and boring. Mostly Artyom would only get an hour or two to have fun, and even then most of the time he would use the time to study for the tests. Unlike his roommates, he never had a relationship with any of the females at the school, he even rejected one of the more popular girls. His father always said that studies come first. As the years went by, Artyom graduated from the University a year early, and soon he himself became a Professor in the University. At first, the students didn't like Artyom, but he used a tactic that most teachers thought was idiotic and stupid. Artyom would dress up or act out the history lesson, making it enjoyable and it worked. Almost all of his students had a 4 or above in his class, even the troubled kids liked Artyom. However, the teachers disapproved his teaching methods, but Artyom didn't care, he finally had time to have fun. Rather then be a studying zombie. As the years gone by, the teachers have had enough of Artyom, even though many of his students were passing, they didn't like how he acted. As he was forced to retire, his last class he dressed up as a Roman Soldier, he still remembered the lecture like it was yesterday, and most of the students seemed depressed that he was leaving, and some even cried as they watched Artyom walk out the University gates. He soon fell into a deep depression, as he couldn't get a job as a Professor, as they had heard the way he teaches, and thought of him as a joke. Soon, as he couldn't find a job in Russia, he learned to speak English and flew to England, hoping for a job. However, no-one would take a Russian professor, they didn't want to have stereotypical issues and racism in the classes. As Artyom had almost lost all hope, he was offered a job in the Philippines, where there was an highly rated University that he could teach at. Flaws: Mild arthritis.

Norgold had stood still while the Drow did his work, he was somewhat nervous since he doesn't know him, but however, after he was done with what he was doing, he leg felt better... However, that was short lived as the pain returned. Of course, before he could say anything Rhaine walked over, and put her hands on his shoulder. Before he knew it, the power of the spell was coursing through him, and he himself began to glow lightly, as Rhaine had finished. He felt tired, and his head throbbed from all the magic that had gone through him in less then two minutes, and the pain was still there, but he didn't want to bug either of them about it. "Thanks, the both of you." Norgold said, as he nodded his head at Rhaine and the Drow, before he noticed that Nawen walked out of the store, "I'm fine now, thanks to Rhaine and our new friend." Norgold said, kinda smiling in pain.

Norgold grabbed the bottle Byron handed him, the smell of the potion was a light, nature smelling. Norgold took a sip but immediately spit it out, he figured out that he had to pour the potion onto the wound, and so Norgold slowly but surely poured the contents onto the wound, at first it felt the burn of the Sun was scorching his leg, but soon it felt soothing feeling to it. Norgold stood up and used his shield to support his bad leg, "I'm sorry friends, there is just no way I could continue though the mountains with this wound." He said gently.

Just out of curiosity, what got your account banned? Actually, it wasn't my account, it was my roommate. He got banned for multiple account spamming, which doesn't make sense due to the fact that he only had one account. I personally had to deal with it because me and him play together all the time.

The only thing that I have against Steam is the anti-hack process they have, and there way of "Banning" people, you could lose your account for more then 2 weeks... 2 WEEKS, before they either say: Here's your account credentials or Sorry, we can't help you. Have you bought every single game through Steam? Tough luck! You need a valid store bought CD-key code to show the verification. Has your account been banned? Tough luck! You just lost over 300$ worth of games, (They don't have a ban appeal, and first time offenders are screwed). Grr, and I had to deal with each one of these problems.

Norgold had noticed the skeletons coming from the graveyard, from the corner of his eye, a lone child was hiding behind a barrel. Even though Norogld barley noticed her, the skeletons were closing in. He heeled Destiny, and Norgold charged at the two skeletons, as he approached, he managed to toss his mace to hit one of the skeletons skulls, and he skillfully hoped off Destiny before he bashed the next skeleton away, Of course, his mace was farther away and he could reach it without the potential danger of the skeleton and him killing the child. He saw Rhaine galloping at the Necromancer, and Norgold was skillfully defending blows from the skeleton, but as the skeleton adapted to his blocking, he managed to cut into Norgold leg, he yelped in pain as tried to continue blocking the skeleton's swords. As he saw the skeleton fall to pieces, he looked over to the Necromancer, who was beheaded. He grinned as he leaned against the barrel, and the child ran over to her parents.

Norgold nodded, and took off his shield from it's strap on his back, he switched hands from the reigns to unsheathe his mace. He quickly rode next to Rhaine as they entered the old mining town. The town didn't seem in danger, but no-one ever knows that they are in real danger until it's to late to stop or protect them. He had an eerie feeling to him, as if he was being watched or someone was talking about them. Norgold continued to look until he saw Nawen, Byron, and another Drow together. "Who is this other Drow?" Norgold questioned, confusion on his face.

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, my boss had me come in early EVERY SINGLE DAY. Grr, anyway, I'll get to posting soon.

Norgold, still behind Rhaine, saw the small mining town of Leilon. Even though he was happy to see the town, something inside him was bugging him. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he just ignored it for now.

Jacob was moving some equipment from an earlier shipment of stolen goods from the EDF. As he took a crate off the truck, his back started to hurt and he dropped the crate. "Damnit!" Jacob yelled, as he held his back. The two other Red Faction members walked over with concern. "Are you alright Jacob?" One of them asked, Jacob turned around, "I'm fine, I just have to sit down for a moment." He replied, as he walked over to a lone chair, and sat down. He watched the other two unload the truck, he hated not being able to help. He felt worthless, just an old man getting in the way. His friend, Adam, walked over. "You need to slow it down turbo, you're too old for this stuff." Adam said, trying to be funny. "f*** off Adam, If I'm still walking I'm going to help around!" Jacob said. Adam laughed and started to help with unloading the truck.

Whoa, Baldur it's only been a day, I will probably post later on in the day. I work from 12:00 PM to 11:00 PM, I don't usually have access to the internet at work. I'm sure everyone else has other priories other then RPing.

Fixed. :thumbsup:

I re-did my bio again, I'm still half asleep. If anything looks out of the ordinarily, please point it out. :)

Lol, I figured that I had some details mixed up. Alright, I'm going to bed, and fixing it up in the morning.

It's 2:00 AM here, this probably isn't going to be the best. Especially the bio, I will more then likely edit it when I wake up. Faction: Red Faction Name: Jacob Walker Rank: Commander Age: 55 Height: 5'9 Weight: 10st.10lb (150 pounds, I think, if my math doesn't fail me.) Appearance: A simple hair style, with a rough beard, green eyes, average build. Strengths: As for his experience, his skills with guns is a lot more experienced then others, and his experience on the battlefield and knowing the lands, make his tactics and strategy unmatched. Weaknesses: Generally, being old made him a bit slower and a little more brittle, but can still hold his ground. Weapons: Sledgehammer, Pistol, Assault Rifle, Remote Charge. Bio: Jacob was originally born on Earth, in August 11th, 2065, in Olympia, Washington. His father worked in the coal mines in the over population Earth, while his mother was a nurse at the local hospital. As his father had always worked the coal mines, he had been moved to Mars, to start the digging there for the precious resources that Earth desperately needed. His family was moved to the Ultor mines for the miners, where he and his family stayed at a barracks, with another family. While on Mars, his father now worked almost 20 hours a day, and his mother was so busy at the hospital, helping the injured miners in daily infections from the plague. Jacob pretty much grew up on his own. He would often play with the other child in the barracks, She, like him, had a father who worked the mines. Her name was Pepper Kimball. She and him would never be separated, they played together, ate together, and worked together. Jacobs life would turn into a living nightmare when he turned 10, 2075. The First Martian Revolution had begun, his dad had joined the Red Faction militia to fight the evil doings of the Ultor Corporation. Soon after, his father got the plague, and died. Jacob looked up to the men with great respect. However, Jacob was only 10, and couldn't fight in the war. He wasn't angered by it, more of disappointed. He couldn't show his true values until later in the war. As the war continued, Ultor was desperate. They started to take children away, Jacob was never take, due to his age and that he could work, not in the mines but in general places. As the war came to a close, the EDF built the Terraforming devices, so that the people could breath on the surface. About 8 years later, in 2083. Jacob joined the EDF. He could finally prove himself of his worth, and he did. He became one of the more better known soldiers, he however, was wasting his talents on guard duty. About 30 years later, in 2105, Jacob was a well known and respected EDF member, he was known for his imminence skill with a Pistol, which even the Officers questioned on how good he was. However, Jacob saw though the EDF corruption. He knew they were killing miners, and he promptly left the EDF. Jacob contacted the Red Faction leaders, they thought of him as an asset being a former solider, and soon after, Jacob quickly rose through the ranks. Jacob had shown that even in the most intense situations, he could keep calm and give clear, and direct orders. However, Jacob hasn't seen any real war, only bits and pieces of fighting around. In one situation, his raid of men and women were pinned down by an overwhelming force of Marauders, on they're evening drive around the sector. He had easily thought of a plan in his head, and it worked perfectly. Only two people were wounded, and the Marauders suffered many casualties. Jacob, was now a respected War Hero. Now, with the rise of the Second Martian Revolution, Jacob was now a Commander, with years of experience on his belt. Ready for anything the EDF might throw at him.

"Oh," Norgold said, it must have been hard to leave the sanctuary of a forest, especially if you are looking for something, and you didn't know where to look. He himself didn't have a particular reason to travel around, he just did a few things that needed to be done here and there. "So, this father of yours, do you have any idea where he is?" Norgold asked, even more curious then before.

Looks nice to me, I'm guessing you're going to use him instead of your dwarf?

Norgold smiled at Nawen, "Yip," He said, and Destiny started to follow Angel. He liked the outdoors, it reminded him how peaceful it is in a place with war and crimes. As they were trotting along, he was curious about the two, the Nymph and the Dryad. He turned his head slightly so they could hear; "What was the reason you two were traveling together?" Norgold asked. He had been asleep when they strolled into the camp.

Norgold was waiting around until Nawen pointed that out, however, the Nymph and the Dryad seemed to be fine with Valiance. Norgold re-tacked Destiny, the horse himself was eating grass while Norgold did this, he patted his head and Destiny looked happy, and returned to eating grass. He grinned as he looked at Nawen, "You don't have to walk, you can take Destiny if you want. I'm used to walking long distances." Norgold said, as he patted Destiny's head.