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The World At War-


The History:

2008- The United States of America, elects Fredrick Michael Peterson as their new Commander-in-Chief. The US withdraws most units from Iraq leaving only a small policing force their in George Washington Airforce Base, just outside of Baghdad. They send aid, food and medical supplies to the struggling new nation but all terrorist attacks cease immediately.

2009- Iran tests it's first nuclear warhead off the coast of Antartica, killing two American scientist in the fallout. Also killing hundreds of the thousands of fish, birds and mammals. The European Union and the United States of America make statements that the nation of Iran must disable all nuclear warheads in the nation. Iran says "no", the biggest military build-up in history begins. The current President Fredrick Peterson was assissinated by Ali Mussad a Iran soldier hidden in US terrority. Iran leader says the man "Acted on his own will."

2010- The New President Henry Howitzer allows American along with European Forces build up along the border of Iran, threatening to invade if the nation does not disable their now large nuclear armory. A "No" is the reply. The US and European Union invade. Iran made pacts with the nations of China and North Korea to fight off this threat. China invades Taiwan immediately and North Korea storms over the DMZ. The World is at War. India and Russia sees this as a oppertunity to gain back things they have lost in many years of American and European Rule. Russia invades many former Soviet nations and India invades Pakistan wanting to finish this threat once and for all. South America is in a uproar, Brazil takes attacks from dozens of it's smaller nations. Guyana is invaded by Venezuela and Mexico storms across the borders of hundreds of it's Central American Countries.

The world is at war once more.


The Story:

The attack on Hong Kong was swift, unprepared and unrelenting on how it was taken out. Chinese soldiers massed at their lines and launched the biggest charge in history through area known as no man's land towards the allies. The Coalition was expecting it but they didn't know that their superior weaponry will be overwelmed by over 150,000 soldiers armed with AK-47s.

The evacuation began at 1900hrs and over 12,000 coalition were evacuated before the airfields were over ran by chinese forces, leaving the rest to the mercy of Chinese. A squad of soldiers are among them and must unite to escape the city or become prisoners of the Chinese.

The choice is theirs...

The Squad: The Soldiers are composed of men and women from all over the world, the squad consists of twelve soldiers, five men and five women.

The Nations-

    United States of America: (x1)

  • Thomas Quinn

    England: (x1)

  • Leon Smith

    South Korea: (x1)
    France: (x1)
    Israel: (Full)

  • Avner "Eagle Eye" Yuval

    Germany: (x1)
    Canada: (x1)
    Russia: (x1)
    Australia: (x1)
    Japan: (x1)



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Profile-

Name: First and Last
Age: Nothing Over Forty, and nothing younger than Eighteen
Gender: Male or Female
Height: Simple
Weight: Simple
Rank: Check Wiki or Google for the nation's ranks, and please if you're forty your not going to be higher than a Colonel.
Appearence: A very good description or a photograph, nothing else, no pictures, no anime. A description or a photograph.
Weaponary: Wiki or Google to find out what weapons your nation uses, and also no more than two.
Equipment: Military Equipment, maximum of five.
Position: Squad Leader, Rifleman, Medic, Radio-man (Pick One)
Nationality: From the list above, if the one you want is full, pick another or maybe we can find a arrangement.
Biography: Two paragraphs, at least, you can have more if you want.




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Rules:



  • Romance is allowed, cybering your dead. And banned.
  • Killing is allowed only if the person you're fighting allows it.
  • Follow TOS and Standard Rules, blah, blah, blah.
  • Put in your profile "Into the Abyss" in the title so I know you even glanced at the rules.
  • Ah yes... Be literate write at least three sentences, and don't use none of "**" for actions give me a break, that's for kids.
  • A Literate RP, so no bad grammer and spelling, I will not allow one linter posts, each post has to be a paragraph long. (5 or More Sentences)
  • I don't want anyone going out on their own and making it "their" RP, those type of people ruin it.

Black List:

[You will feel the wraith of me if you get on this list. I swear to you...]

White List:

[I will give you the most respect that you deserve and maybe even gold...
Profiles:


Jin Won
Name: Thomas Quinn
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 178lbs
Rank: 1st Lieutenant
Appearence: A handsome man by most standards. A lean athletic thanks to his military training and intense brown eyes that seem to see all. His skin is a light brown with many scars and abrasions on his skin from intense training, but he also has on his left arm in small letters a tattoo that says: "On ne passe pas". On the top of his skull is black hair, shaved one centimeter above his head. He stands around six foot even and a steady one hundred and seventy two pounds. He wears standard standard BDUs, and since part of the US DELTA Force he has a patch with sword and lightning bolt on his shoulder. On his feet are size thirteen boots shined. [x]
Weaponary: M-16 Assault Rifle; Magnum Desert Eagle
Equipment: Combat Knife, MREs, Bandages, Short-Wave Radio, C4 Plastique Explosive
Nationality: American
Biography:
Thomas "Tommy Gun" Quinn was born in the States in of course in Brooklyn New York. His family was usually broke and he joined the military so he could support them and keep up the tradition of his family. Yet he hated war, wanting to instead getting a job with the New York Times but of course, family came first.

His Great Grandfather served in the Great War, his Great Grandfather in World War II, his Grand Father in Korea, and his father in the Vietnam War, and his uncle in the Gulf War. He joined just near the end of Gulf War 2 and when the Third Great War started his unit, espically since in a Special Forces unit, to the front to secure points for the main force.

He served in four campaigns in fifteen different battles since the war started and in both regions of the world, the Middle East and Asia. He is a good soldier and one of the most famous in the world since he recorded taking on a NK tank alone. Something done out of despiration and not out of bravery, yet he got the name: The Tiger from the Axis forces and the D-Boy from the allies. He could be called "famous".



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Name: Leon Smith
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 187lbs
Rank: Private
Appearence: Leon's piercing Blue eyes would be the first thing most people would notice, followed by his short, jet black hair. Due to his 6 day's a week training with the British military, and regular work-outs, Leon has quite a muscular build, which some may find slightly intimidating. He stands in at six foot two inches, and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds. His skin colour is slightly tanned, and a 2 inch scar is noticable on his left cheek. He also has a tribal tatoo an inch up from his right elbow and continuing up his upper arm, across his shoulder blades and ending an inch above his left elbow. His uniform is the Desert Camouflage trousers and jacket, with a white t-shirt under the jacket. He wears size 13 sandy boots on his feet, and a utility belt around his waist.
Weaponary: L85 IW .50AE Desert Eagle
Equipment: Combat Knife, MREs, Bandages, Short-Wave Radio
Nationality: British
Biography: Leon Smith was born in the South-West of England. Growing up, Leon would hear the story of how his Grand Father fought in World War II, which inspired Leon. He joined the British Army when he turned 16, dreaming of one day joining the S.A.S.

After two years of training, Leon was sent to Iraq with a small unit to help allied forces patrol streets and protect civilians from terrorist attacks. After 8 months, Leon's patrol unit was attacked by terrorists, killing 3 of the 6-man unit. Leon was sent back to England for 2 months before being sent back out to Iraq for another 14 months. His bravery and ability to react quickly in intense situations got Leon noticed.


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Name: Avner "Eagle Eye" Yuval
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 181 lbs
Rank: Seargent (Rav Samal)
Appearence: Tall and lean, Avner is of middle-Eastern descent. Born in Israel, Avner's father has trained him as a lean, fearless marksman since he was old enough to hold a gun, a bi-product of post Six-day war paranoia. He's of athletic build and scruffy appearance, his lack of sleep and a decent shaving kit causing his curly black hair to hang in droves around his face. He wears standard gear for the Israel Defense Forces, including a flack jacket, knee and elbow pads, a helmet & loose knit, desert-camo shirt & pants.
Weaponary: T.C.I. M89-SR Sniper Rifle & an Uzi submachine gun
Equipment: One set of NVG's, one multi-filter scope, one combat knife & several MREs.
Nationality: Israeli
Biography: His father's first and only son, Avner was raised a rough and tumble marksman on a philosophy pounded into his brain by his father; " It's better to wait for three hours and kill one very important man than to wait five minutes and kill hundreds of unimportant ones." At the age of seventeen, Avner conscripted and began training to become a recon officer almost immediately. He graduated at the top of his class, taking the position of gunner rather than spotter. Before his first deployment into Iran, his base was overwhelmed by the crushing force of the Chinese.
Signitures:


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Thomas "Tommy Gun" Quinn looked around the street corner, his dark brown eyes peering down the road, before rubbing a tanned hand through his shaved black hair.

The US Green Beret hated this war more than everything else, his team was cut down a few days ago in one hell of a skirmish and only a few men made it out, the rest were on their way home on the last C-130 out of the city. He sometimes wished he did take that job with New York Times...

Yet family came first. It always did when it came to wars, his family demand he served, so like his Great Great Grandfather did in WWI, his Great Grandfather did in WWII and Korea, and his Grandfather did in Vietnam and his Father the second Gulf War; he had to serve in the third Great War.

The DELTA Force Soldier looked back and nodded once more with a serious expression on his usually cheerful face. Assuring himself. His eyes then peered into the sky, it was orange with pitch black streaks running through it, with hundreds of little flies swooping around, occasionaly there would be a bright red ball in the sky.

Thomas knew that the largest ariel battle in history was going on, hundreds or maybe thousands of planes were engaging each other in combat to kill their enemy. For once he wished he choose to be a flyboy, at least he may have ahd a slight chance of getting home.

But now...

Those chances were slipping away.
Leon kept his finger resting on the trigger of his L85 IW as he made his way cautiously down a quite street. His foot-steps were almost completely silent, trying not to give his position away. His unit had been taken down quickly, leaving Leon alone. He was thankful that he managed to escape death this time, but how many more times could he dodge it? A quiet sigh escaped through his lips as his Blue eyes scanned left to right, searching for movement or any signs of life.
Leon stopped for a moment, keeping his L85 IW aimed infront of him as he looked up at the sky, noticing a few red balls in the sky. He hoped that it was the enemies air-crafts being shot down. Leon shook his head, looking ahead of him and continuing silently down the street.
He heard it before he saw it, the rumbling of a Chinese tank as it came down the road. It was right in front of him, barreling down the road, he could see more behind it. A column patrolling... And Quinn didn't have the firepower to stand up to them so he had to move fast. He was braced against the cold wall and looked to his right... Nothing but crumbled buildings... To his left, a plain brick wall all the way up to the next block.

But across the street?

A bakery.

He murmured a swear. They would see him if he ran, but what other choice did he have? Thomas wanted to count to three before he made his mad dash but instead, he just ran, and he heard the sound of machine gun fire erupt up the far end of the road. Gunfire loud and clear. And the explosion was something that hit next.

He felt himself flying through the air and the sharp pain of him crashing through the bakery's window. He landed on the tile floor skidding to a halt on the far wall. He was lucky he wasn't blown to hell.
Leon stopped suddenly, feeling the ground shaking slightly and the sound of what could only be tanks roaring down a street not far from him. Then the sounds of gunfire, shortly followed by some kind of explosion. The Chinese had found someone else to shoot at. Although it sounded as if the Chinese had destroyed their target, Leon hoped they hadn't. He began running down the street towards the noise, keeping his steps as silent as possible. Running towards danger? This wouldn't be a first for Leon, neither would it be the first dumbest thing he'd done. He knew he should try and avoid trouble and find a way of getting out of this place alive. But he wasn't goign to get out alive on his own.
Soon, Leon stopped at the end of the street, pressing his back against the wall of a building and peering around it, noticing a line of Chinese tanks and soldiers. Leon continued to scan the area, searching for who ever they had been firing at. Leon then looked down at his L85 IW. He still had alot of ammo on him. A slight grin formed upon Leon's lips as he looked up at a fire-escape on the side of the building. Leon could find a spot on the roof and begin sniping out some of the Chinese soldiers, after-all, he was known as "Single-Shot Smith" to his unit back in England. He'd been given the name because of his one-shot kill's in Iraq. Leon quickly made his way for the ladder, pushing his L85 IW into his ruck-sack and leaping up, grabbing hold of the bottom step and pulling himself up it quickly. Soon, he was climbing towards the roof, trying to remain as silent as possible.
He pulled himself over the edge and began crawling across the roof, hoping that who ever the Chinese were shooting at was still alive. Leon peered over the edge, looking down onto the Chinese tanks and soldiers, removing his L85 IW from his ruck-sack. He then leaned down, bringing the scope of the gun to his right eye and aiming towards one of the many Chinese soldiers. This was it. This would be the moment that would possibly get him killed. He decided it would be best to let off one shot and take cover. This may keep him alive for a while, and the Chinese un-aware of his position. After a few seconds, Leon pulled the trigger, shooting a single bullet towards the Chinese soldier's head and planting it nicely above the temple and just under the soldier's helmet. Leon then quickly took cover, hearing a few shots go off as the Chinese tried to figure out where Leon's shot had come from.
Bloody hell... If it was only a few meters closer he would've been nothing but chunks of meet all over the street. He rolled on the broken glass, he felt the pain cut into his back but he ignored it. He rolled and went to his feet. There was a second explosion, behind him. There was a rush of air, and heat and part of the bakery was gone.

He turned quickly, un-slung his M4 Carbine and jumped behind the serving counter. He checked the magazine, looked above the counter to see the Chinese tank, it turret faced at him but the Chinese soldiers didn't look at him. They were staring around; one of them was on the ground -in a pool of his blood.

Looks like the reinforcements had arrived. He better add to the confusion. He raised his weapon, aimed it at the nearest Chinese soldier and fired. The round hit the man in the chest, and he fell. KIA. Great. But the Chinese tank was now active again and he already knew that it was targeting him again. s**t... He got up and ran into the back room. Another explosion and the whole foundation of the building shuttered. It that tank hit the building again the whole place would fall on him.
Leon heard another explosion, peering over the edge of the building and noticing one of the tanks aiming into what appeared to be a bakery. Their target must be inside.. Which means I have to stop them destroying the building.. Leon thought as he brought the scope of his gun to his right eye once more, studying the tank for a moment. He then shifted his attention towards a Chinese soldier standing beside the tank. A smirk grew upon Leon's lips as he noticed several grenades attached to a belt, which was wrapped around the Chinese soldier. Leon knew it wouldn't be enough to destroy the Chinese tank, but maybe it would be enough to shift the soldiers in the tanks attention to finding Leon's position. This would buy the person in the bakery enough time to get to safety. Leon smirked once more as he pulled the trigger of his L85 IW, sending a bullet towards the Chinese soldier, and hitting one of the grenades, which would create a large explosion followed by falling parts of the Chinese soldier.

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