Okay, before I post my next character, I'd like to apologize for not being able to give out comments for the profiles here yet. I promise to include some comments in my subsequent posts. >_<
Name: Jacqueline Edith Jhonson Nickname: Jackie Radio Call-sign: Sabre-2, Greycap (due to her hair color) Age: 14 Birthday: January 17 Rank: 1st Lieutenant / Flight Lieutenant Height: 143 cm Weight: 67 lbs. Hair: Silver Eyes: Blue-green Usual wear: Britannian Army Officer female uniform Familiar: Blue Belton English Setter (named Oliver) Seiyuus: Jacqueline: Marina Inoue Oliver: Akira Ishida Country: Britannia Aircraft: Spitfire Mk. IX (named Balmung) Specialization: Close to mid-range aerial combat Armaments: Longsword, M1919 Browning machine gun and a M1911 pistols
Spoiler for sword:
Personality and Background: Young, but also very stalwart and stern. These are the common traits to be attributed to the Strike Witch Jacqueline (Jackie for short) Jhonson, a young Britannian noble hailing from the Jhonson family. Her family’s history dates back to earlier era of the Britannian monarchs, serving under them as weapons craftsmen. This has led to Jackie’s inclination towards swords and the practice of Classical Fencing. From a young age, Jacqueline has shown great enthusiasm in the art, showing a prodigious amount of talent for wielding a sword despite her rather short stature.
However, due to the Neuroi invasion, Jackie was alienated from her family and due to several circumstances, was drafted into the military to be a Strike Witch due to her latent magical powers. During the initial attacks, flying shrapnel hits her left eye, leaving her permanently one-eye blind. She now covers her left eye with an eyepatch to cover the scar.
Jackie, being a principled and disciplined young girl due to her breeding took these events with admirable composure. However, she still didn’t think kindly of the military’s actions that changed her life so much, not to mention the shock of losing half her eyesight being rather traumatic to her. She remained a rather bitter and silent loner throughout her early years in service. Her only friend during these times was Oliver, her dog familiar.
Luckily, her life would change again when she became assigned as one of the two test pilots for the then experimental Custom Spitfire Strikers. Much to her delight, the other pilot turned out to be Henrietta Waverly “Wanda” McLeod, her senior in school and best friend before the Neuroi invasion. To make things even better, they became assigned under the Military Commander-turned-Striker Head Mechanic Aurion Dauer. Despite her initial distrust for the seemingly aloof and eccentric Karlslandian mechanic, Jacqueline and Henrietta soon enough warmed up with him after getting to know him better. It has come to the point that the two of them call him ‘Uncle’ nowadays. And apparently, the elderly man also later developed a fatherly personality towards the both of them, being the ones who usually test his Custom works on Striker units. As time went on, news of Jackie and Wanda’s family came, revealing that the Jhonson’s and McLeod’s were mostly fine, much to the relief of the two young women.
These turn of events did a great deal in lifting her spirits as well as intensifying her focus in fighting as a Witch. Jacqueline is known to be more relaxed as well as smiling a lot more now; a welcome change from her previous gloomy and unfriendly temperament. However, her breeding as a noble and as a fencer is still apparent in her conduct, as seen with her usually formal way of speaking and her serious no-nonsense personality. She carries this persona all the way to the battlefield, where her calmness and focus in combat shines the brightest. She has also learned how to adapt to being blind in one eye to the extent that it seemingly does not detract from her performance at all, especially when it comes to her swordsmanship skills. Oliver, when merged with her during battles using Striker Units is also a great help in assisting her to circumvent the handicap.
As time goes on, two more Witches gets assigned to Aurion’s unit (later named as the ‘Strike Sabres’ due to the fictional sword thematic that Aurion uses to name his custom Striker Units), the natural leader and top-class Ace, Georgina Rall and the energetic but unassuming Almaria Corvette (who also seems to have an infatuation towards Aurion). Despite being the youngest in the group at 14 years old, Jackie is the second-in-command of the Sabres, usually paired with Henrietta as her partner.
Combat information: As a Strike Witch, Jackie is one of the rare fighters specializing in close-range combat against Neuroi. What even makes her rarer is that fact that she is one of the even fewer blade-users outside the Fuso Witches who uses katanas (which are the most commonly seen blade-user witches, not that they are even common in the first place, though.). While not really a very competitive person, Jackie wishes to be able to have a friendly spar with other blade-using Witches who use a different style than hers sometime in the future.
Compared to the Fuso Witches who use Eastern sword styles, Jacqueline’s adopted sword style is that of Western Classical Fencing. However, she was forced to adapt her own more aggressive style with this combat style when fighting against Neuroi, since they aren’t exactly opponents where proper parries and ripostes are possible. Despite her short height (which has actually become a subject of teasing), her attacks with her sword imbued with magic are amazingly powerful and have on occasion ripped apart and killed Neuroi in a single attack.
Outside of swordfighting, she uses a M1919 Browning machine gun for more commonplace dogfights. A M1911 pistol is also brought along just in case. Her area of specialty is naturally with close-to-mid range aerial combat.
Quotes:
“………” <touching the eyepatch over her blind eye>
“Uncle, please stop smoking if you’re going to watch my training.”
“I said stop smoking!” <chops off the lighted edge of Aurion's cigar on his mouth with a quick sword stroke> "Mou, please start listening to people better, Uncle."
"I'll be counting on your senses, Oliver."
“Wanda, can you help me train today?”
"Almaria... can it be that... you...?" O_#
"Mission complete. No problems here, Commander Rall. The Neuroi was tough, but my blade was sharp enough."
I've always wondered about it and decided that it's not exactly impossible at all. Heck, if the Fuso witches have them, why not those from other countries? >:3
The next few OC's are going to be those connected to this OC and Almaria, forming the collective Strike Witch Experimental Unit called 'Strike Sabres'. :3
Well I was running around eating candy, killing fire and decapitating headless rhyme otakus.
Oh and going angry with server downs and some daily quest bugs.
I wish I had more time... my Dwarf Engineer is waiting for me to continue blasting the heads of some Greenskins.
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Well I tried a design that matched her family name.
But thanks... now I got the Idea of her having Soumus blood.
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Rofl. Reminds me of all the reminscing of the "good old days" of Nanoha OC
It's ironic, for all the flack the various assortments of crack are getting these days, in the past, it was what helped the OC-thread be the happy place it used to be. These days every scenario written with even the slightest notion of Khrack (we used to call it Bluecheesium and Epicsium too...) gets bombed, while in the past they were read with great pleasure.
Meanwhile, the FF-thread has turned into what the OC-thread used to be, a happy place where stories of all sorts are accepted and the line of tolerance is much broader.
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Me and my other club members weren't too happy with him watching it on the club computer, thus him getting constant flak about it.
It's a great show, why not watch it on the club computer?
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Okay, before I post my next character, I'd like to apologize for not being able to give out comments for the profiles here yet. I promise to include some comments in my subsequent posts. >_<
Name: Jacqueline Edith Jhonson Nickname: Jackie Radio Call-sign: Sabre-2, Greycap (due to her hair color) Age: 14 Birthday: January 17 Rank: 1st Lieutenant / Flight Lieutenant Height: 143 cm Weight: 67 lbs. Hair: Silver Eyes: Blue-green Usual wear: Britannian Army Officer female uniform Familiar: Blue Belton English Setter (named Oliver) Seiyuus: Jacqueline: Marina Inoue Oliver: Akira Ishida Country: Britannia Aircraft: Spitfire Mk. IX (named Balmung) Specialization: Close to mid-range aerial combat Armaments: Longsword, M1919 Browning machine gun and a M1911 pistols
Spoiler for sword:
Personality and Background: Young, but also very stalwart and stern. These are the common traits to be attributed to the Strike Witch Jacqueline (Jackie for short) Jhonson, a young Britannian noble hailing from the Jhonson family. Her family’s history dates back to earlier era of the Britannian monarchs, serving under them as weapons craftsmen. This has led to Jackie’s inclination towards swords and the practice of Classical Fencing. From a young age, Jacqueline has shown great enthusiasm in the art, showing a prodigious amount of talent for wielding a sword despite her rather short stature.
However, due to the Neuroi invasion, Jackie was alienated from her family and due to several circumstances, was drafted into the military to be a Strike Witch due to her latent magical powers. During the initial attacks, flying shrapnel hits her left eye, leaving her permanently one-eye blind. She now covers her left eye with an eyepatch to cover the scar.
Jackie, being a principled and disciplined young girl due to her breeding took these events with admirable composure. However, she still didn’t think kindly of the military’s actions that changed her life so much, not to mention the shock of losing half her eyesight being rather traumatic to her. She remained a rather bitter and silent loner throughout her early years in service. Her only friend during these times was Oliver, her dog familiar.
Luckily, her life would change again when she became assigned as one of the two test pilots for the then experimental Custom Spitfire Strikers. Much to her delight, the other pilot turned out to be Henrietta Waverly “Wanda” McLeod, her senior in school and best friend before the Neuroi invasion. To make things even better, they became assigned under the Military Commander-turned-Striker Head Mechanic Aurion Dauer. Despite her initial distrust for the seemingly aloof and eccentric Karlslandian mechanic, Jacqueline and Henrietta soon enough warmed up with him after getting to know him better. It has come to the point that the two of them call him ‘Uncle’ nowadays. And apparently, the elderly man also later developed a fatherly personality towards the both of them, being the ones who usually test his Custom works on Striker units. As time went on, news of Jackie and Wanda’s family came, revealing that the Jhonson’s and McLeod’s were mostly fine, much to the relief of the two young women.
These turn of events did a great deal in lifting her spirits as well as intensifying her focus in fighting as a Witch. Jacqueline is known to be more relaxed as well as smiling a lot more now; a welcome change from her previous gloomy and unfriendly temperament. However, her breeding as a noble and as a fencer is still apparent in her conduct, as seen with her usually formal way of speaking and her serious no-nonsense personality. She carries this persona all the way to the battlefield, where her calmness and focus in combat shines the brightest. She has also learned how to adapt to being blind in one eye to the extent that it seemingly does not detract from her performance at all, especially when it comes to her swordsmanship skills. Oliver, when merged with her during battles using Striker Units is also a great help in assisting her to circumvent the handicap.
As time goes on, two more Witches gets assigned to Aurion’s unit (later named as the ‘Strike Sabres’ due to the fictional sword thematic that Aurion uses to name his custom Striker Units), the natural leader and top-class Ace, Georgina Rall and the energetic but unassuming Almaria Corvette (who also seems to have an infatuation towards Aurion). Despite being the youngest in the group at 14 years old, Jackie is the second-in-command of the Sabres, usually paired with Henrietta as her partner.
Combat information: As a Strike Witch, Jackie is one of the rare fighters specializing in close-range combat against Neuroi. What even makes her rarer is that fact that she is one of the even fewer blade-users outside the Fuso Witches who uses katanas (which are the most commonly seen blade-user witches, not that they are even common in the first place, though.). While not really a very competitive person, Jackie wishes to be able to have a friendly spar with other blade-using Witches who use a different style than hers sometime in the future.
Compared to the Fuso Witches who use Eastern sword styles, Jacqueline’s adopted sword style is that of Western Classical Fencing. However, she was forced to adapt her own more aggressive style with this fighting style when fighting against Neuroi, since they aren’t exactly opponents where proper parries and ripostes are possible. Despite her short height (which has actually become a subject of teasing), her attacks with her sword imbued with magic are amazingly powerful and have on occasion ripped apart and killed Neuroi in a single attack.
Outside of swordfighting, she uses a M1919 Browning machine gun for more commonplace dogfights. A M1911 pistol is also brought along just in case. Her area of specialty is naturally with close-to-mid range aerial combat.
Quotes:
“………” <touching the eyepatch over her blind eye>
“Uncle, please stop smoking if you’re going to watch my training.”
“I said stop smoking!” <chops off the lighted edge of Aurion's cigar on his mouth> "Mou, please start listening to people better, Uncle."
"I'll be counting on your senses, Oliver."
“Wanda, can you help me train today?”
"Almaria... can it be that... you...?" O_#
"Mission complete. No problems here, Commander Rall. The Neuroi was tough, but my blade was sharp enough."
I've always wondered about it and decided that it's not exactly impossible at all. Heck, if the Fuso witches have them, why not those from other countries? >:3
The next few OC's are going to be those connected to this OC and Almaria, forming the collective Strike Witch Experimental Unit called 'Strike Sabres'. :3
That's all for now. Gotta run. ><
*runs*
Western sword wielding Witches? I approve!
I always did like the feel of western swords, or in this case a good ol' longsword to be specific, better then the cliché Japanese katana. No need to turn the blade, wider range of motion, its cutting power might be somewhat less but its diversity more then makes up for it, and you can use it far longer without needing maintenance for it.
Uptight woman is uptight woman, Aaron. Well done on making another one! (And damn, I have another person competing with me for a blade user...though it doesn't matter, I take this indirect, unintended, incidental competition...head on straight.)
I'm interested to see what fencing with a longsword is like...
Still, you should know, there's very little need for a "more aggressive style", longsword fencing is already dead aggressive on its own. In fact, I think a skilled enough user (I have one using a Khanda (Indian variation, which is like Kisame's Samehada if anything), which is quite different, but never mind) would be able to parry and riposte with a longsword anyway, even against Neuroi. Which Witch wouldn't consider herself blessed to have a magically imbued sword to parry with even after her shield has been broken, anyway? And if you think that a blade like that isn't flexible enough, you've got another thing coming altogether: There was a dude with a 213cm long longsword, and he was really h4xxed at it too. Talk about flexibility...it's in the skill of the user, really.
In short, I say its "Same concept, Different application."
And...I think maybe you've been basically getting stuff from what we currently conceive as "fencing", when in the past, there were actually many schools of swordsmanship that have "fencing" techniques, and together all of them make up the huge family that is "Western Classical Fencing"...just that as of now I don't think any government with sense would let official fencing tournaments take place on a huge scale with a blade that kills a lot more easily like a longsword. Where they do, the edge is quite badly nerfed, iirc.
(I'm running this off the top of my head, so if it's inaccurate feel free to share, I'm always open.)
(Note on Riposte - and when the Neuroi runs low on steam with the attack, switch priority, and counter in mid-air!)
So far the Neuroi haven't shown a 'face' yet. I'd rather we not dig into a possible leader, especially when we don't even know if Neuroi even have a leader, especially not some evil über Neuroi.
Since when the Ion Canon scared me?
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With that white hair, the first thing I thought was "Suomus!"
I need to get Eila out of my head. <_<
I need to get Soma Peres out of mine. >.>
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Focused Fire? Do explain. :3
How about lets talk about how I was doing 600 damage per tick and critting 1k+ per tick with Volley...
...or doing 2.5k damage killing blow on a 70 with JoC as a 66. :3
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*glances in Tk's direction as the word 'Hive Mind' drops*
Agreed, its possible they have a tyranid-level Hive Mind, though I would rather go for Necron-level Hive Mind. Neuroi don't seem to revert back to primitive behavior when separated, and have shown to be perfectly capable of fighting alone without the need of a command unit close by.
Exactly the model I'm using. Can't exactly define it as insectoid, Tyrannid, Zerg or Necroid, but think of terrorist cells, with less individual IQ, less subtlety and more top-down control.
The clues for what I think about the Neuroi, has to do with actions of variable intelligence, brainwashing witches, a voice and Nazi ideals. I made something out of that, but I'll leave it for my fic to reveal.
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/facepalm.
I was talking about my alter ego in the thread (courtesy of TK), not the existence of the thread itself.
Be clearer next time, Clare.
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@TK: Your assessment of Kha(The witch) was spot on *thumbs up*
Like I said...
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Me and my other club members weren't too happy with him watching it on the club computer, thus him getting constant flak about it.
It's ironic, for all the flack the various assortments of crack are getting these days, in the past, it was what helped the OC-thread be the happy place it used to be. These days every scenario written with even the slightest notion of Khrack (we used to call it Bluecheesium and Epicsium too...) gets bombed, while in the past they were read with great pleasure.
Spoiler for My own view on the OCs woes:
I disagree myself I personally don't think the REAL khrack (which is very different from a slightly funny, but workable idea) ever did much of anything for the thread. Come on seriously just name a piece of random crack that you can recall more then a week after it was spawned? And did the 100 pages of screaming and spam while GL was running really add shit to the thread? No what made the OC good was the actual content in it the stories and such: That's what we remember.
The random brainless spam wasn't what made the thread good it was the stories that featured actual plots and the serious discussions about the universe instead of the pointless bunny-love and "lolololo F/N foreva!!!" issuing forth from the FFT at the time. Once the content started to dry up that was when the thread began to wane; because random crack CAN'T keep the thread going. Without substance there's no reason to stick around. Kha's ten thousandth one hundred and sixty fifth absurd idea for the year is not going to be keep people interested no matter what people say about it. We've also covered and beaten to death most of the aspects of the universe that could really be discussed seriously by this time.
Besides it was EXTREMELY rare IMO for an actual story to be bashed ideas were sometimes bashed and the criticism leveled at stories was harsher then in the FFT both technically and artistically, but that was again just part of what made the thread good. You got real feedback instead of “lolol I liked the F/N!!!” or hell no feedback at ALL if you fic didn’t have F/N or god forbid was OC-centric. I cross posted most of the early chaps of my fic in the FFT and got I think one fucking comment. I posted like 20,000+ words of content and got like ONE comment.
That says it all right there IMO. The FFT was and is plenty open to all ideas… Just don’t expect to get even a speck of attention or feedback if those ideas aren’t the kind (Yuri) that they all wanted to read about. This has changed somewhat recently, but it's not gone away.
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Meanwhile, the FF-thread has turned into what the OC-thread used to be, a happy place where stories of all sorts are accepted and the line of tolerance is much broader.
Spoiler for OC woes continued:
No what the FFT has going for is that it's writers still have the time or motivation to write. Most of the big guys in the OC seem to have become too busy or lack the motivation to write anymore.
Seriously when was the last time Aaron, Lowe, Nighty, PF, etc (or hell even me) produced anything? Months and that's the real problem in my view. In the absense of any acutal new content the thread more or less turned on itself and for lack of anything better to do got into nit-picking and fighting. Whatever the causes the thread lost most of it's most prolfic and best writers in a short period of time, and it suffered for it.
At the same time the focus seemed to become less and less on a shared universe where various posters characters interacted with each other and more and more on individual standalone stories. Good or bad this resulted in even less collaboration in general IMO. Was there sometimes some over zealousness in attacking new ideas? Perhaps, but frankly I don't feel that really was what sent the thread into it's downward slump. Again I feel that can be blamed mainly on the lack of new and intresting content.
This is also why the FFT picked up IMO. Just as the OCT was losing many of it's best writers, the FFT got an infusion of writers who actually started to expand beyond the endless stream of romance fics to include some decent plots. Other types of works began to get comments and a bit of real criticism and review began to creep into it. So yeah it did become transcendent by becoming more like the earlier OCT, but not in terms of being overloaded with crack, but by having a base of good writers producing a wider range of interesting works and starting to enforce or at least encourage some kind of standards in said works. I think at least part of that change might have been due to some of the OCT members posting in there more.
Also the dynamics of the forums changed somewhat it became less of an "us vs. them" kind of deal between the FFT and the OCT, and the OCT and the forum in general to some extent. I mean I actually hang out in the FFC chat fairly often nowadays for instance, and on that note IRC changed things as well as it cut down on the spam and shifted quite a bit of the most crack'tastic ideas out of the thread. That certainly did slow the threads pace, but if you get on the chat on a busy night the OC hardly looks dead... though it also doesn't look like "the old" OC either. So to some extent it's not really like the OC died or went downhill so much as just changed and had it's poster merge more with the forum as a whole instead of being it's own little castle from which the guys inside would hurl crap down on the rest of the forum.
Still it's not quite as bad as you might think as I noted if you go on IRC allot of the guys still show up every night and quite a bit happens, but of course you don't go there so I'm sure to you it looks even worse then it really is.
As for the lack of backlog in this thread I think that's very much a factor of us having a chat room from the start. Most of the random crap and little questions that would have found there way into and bloated the old thread aren't in here because they're handled in the IRC. Really there's some discussion related to this thread almost every night in there sometimes an awful lot of it.
I posted a story about an obsessive Fate who snapped, raped Nanoha, killed her, skinned her, and was going, "Oh Nanoha-chan I love you, I will wear your skin while rubbing myself erotically."
I posted a story about an obsessive Fate who snapped, raped Nanoha, killed her, skinned her, and was going, "Oh Nanoha-chan I love you, I will wear your skin while rubbing myself erotically."
OC response: "Goose WTF was that?!" "How does this come about?" "Where the hell are you taking this?"
Let's try to keep this academic and not get into bashing and specific examples please. Acutally we should probably just not discuss this at all, but I felt a need to offer my own view as to why the thread is in it's current state.
I wish I had more time... my Dwarf Engineer is waiting for me to continue blasting the heads of some Greenskins.
A Dwarfs, my favourite Alliance race.
And Engineering is the best job ever! ^.^
*hugs his flying machine*
Bah... "blasing Greenskin heads"...
My Orc Warrior main don't really cares about this Horde/Alliance crap.
He's the type who likes to build gadges, explore the world and cook.
Roleplay wise he even adopted a Dreanei girl.
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Jupp... Half Karlsländer/Soumusian.
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Just something I want to point out about FFT...
Spoiler for Whiskey Tango Foxtrot:
I posted a story about an obsessive Fate who snapped, raped Nanoha, killed her, skinned her, and was going, "Oh Nanoha-chan I love you, I will wear your skin while rubbing myself erotically."
@TK: That's my last salvo. This here is SWOC, afterall, not OC Zwei.
On that count...
Work proceeds slowly on my Desert Rats Strike Wizards, but they'll be done. Like good Englishmen they wear shorts into combat And also carry more guns and ammo.
For lulz and linking, Xena and I are discussing linking John, the main charecter, with his team of Witches... McGregor is out, and not too sure on Price...
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One must forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.Heinrich Heine.
Location: In the office, staring at my secretary shipgirl
Age: 37
This, would be my new archive post.
Witches in 'Nam '72
Spoiler for Basic premise:
Vietnam, 1972. For the past ten years, mankind were made to fight in a war with Neurois in a completely unfamiliar territory. Previously, it has been random skirmishes with the alien lifeforms concentrated on Europe since the 'end' of the war in 1945.
The key players might be the same, but the landscape isn't. Unfamiliar thick jungles awaited the combined multi-national forces, with warfare quickly switching to combined arms warfare involving all components of the military, from the basic soldier to the highest in the chain of command.
In addition to that, the tools of the trade is vastly different from that of the 1940s. Gone are the piston-powered fighters of the old, with sleek jet fighters with performance beyond those imagined in the past taking their place. Space-age automatic small-caliber assault rifles are increasingly taking place of the antique and cumbersome large-caliber battle rifles.
Name: Daniel “Pinpoint” Walker Alias: Dan Age: 21 Birthday: June 8 Rank: Second Lieutenant Height: 178cm Weight: 67kg Hair: Brown Usual wear: Liberion Air Force uniform
Country: Liberion Aircraft: F-4D Phantom II, F-4E Phantom II Specialization: Navigator qualified as a weapon/targeting systems officer (later termed as Weapon Systems Officer (WSO))
Personality:
Some kind of hothead, Daniel would often be taken to task for screaming at the pilots of the aircrafts he co-piloted, often resulting in huge arguments. The reason is that he takes mission priorities with utmost importance, and any mistakes…and he felt that he is done over with. Some kind of perfectionist, he would often make sure that ALL bombs dropped hit ONE SMALL SPOT, a tough call in an era when CCIP (Constantly Computed Impact Point) doesn’t exist yet.
Because of his attitude, he would often get into a war of words with others, making him some kind of unfriendly figure. Daniel was often left on the base during missions, since it was too risky to bring him into missions…due to the fact that he is practically the best around the base, when it comes to navigation and bombing targets. It was reputed that bombs dropped to their target would never miss under his guidance, and he strived hard to maintain that reputation.
“Pinpoint” is the nickname given to him, due to the fact that he never, ever, fails to miss. He could have been called “Bullseye”, but that sort of nickname was too common, at least in the opinion of the people around the base.
Background:
Trained as a navigator, with qualification as a weapon/targeting systems officer, Daniel is considered what is becoming an increasingly key component in fighter-bombers (other than the pilot), trained to guide the pilots on their bomb runs and to assist in navigation. Piloting an aircraft would be something he seldom does, usually leaving them to the pilot.
Assigned to the 435th Tactical Fighter Squadron, based in the Ubon RSAFB in Siam, he is the co-pilot for an F-4D Phantom II, what he considered to be something way better than the F-105D Thunderchiefs that some squadrons operated. He was initially placed with a pilot in one of the squadron’s F-4Ds as the co-pilot; however, the pilot was injured in a mission, while he managed to bring the aircraft back to the base from the backseat. Investigations initially thought that Daniel was too persistent about hitting the mark in a mission seemed impossible to achieve, but it was later found out that the flight came under a huge intercept effort. Cleared of all charges, Daniel was rotated among the squadron’s aircrafts, before a former Thud driver, taking placement from another squadron, was finally moved to the base to cover for the manpower. Of course…this is just the beginning of a whole set of new problems (partly due to the fact that the new pilot is rumoured to be some kind of daredevil…coming with a reputation for dogfighting in the Thud).
However, Daniel was more than prepared to face these kinds of daredevils, although he have least expected something else to join the “party” around Ubon: Witches. He might have qualms about some of the relatively young ladies joining the tough war, but nevertheless, his days as a navigator cum weapon/targeting systems officer would never be the same again with all the new faces in the base.
Combat information:
Being a navigator and a qualified weapon/targeting systems officer (the term was later changed to Weapon Systems Officer (WSO)), Daniel’s task as an air navigator is to assist the pilot in flight, and he is directly involved in all air operations and weapon systems of the aircraft (in his case, an F-4D Phantom II). The most important aspect of his duty is that he must integrate with the pilot to collectively achieve and maintain crew efficiency, situational awareness and mission effectiveness, during the entire duration of the mission.
Taking his bombing accuracy very seriously, Daniel would often ask the pilot to use risky maneuvers (sometimes beyond what the pilot is capable of) to place a bomb on their intended target. His main motto is “If the bomb doesn’t hit the bullseye, then it is not a bomb”…which is something he would continuously stress on to the others (and possibly bug the others…especially the Witches) all the time. His sense for perfection meant that he got a keen eye for detail, something which goes along with his reputation as being some kind of perfectionist.
And having such a nickname also meant that he is damn good at shooting guns. Some guys have said that they actually lost their bets in gun matches against him.
Quotes:
“You don’t imagine the placement of the bullseye, you visualize it.” – 2nd Lt. Daniel “Pinpoint” Walker, when asked about his tricks for being an expert in the field.
“This guy’s nuts. I mean, come on, I already have a tough time being a Thud driver in the past, and now this guy is asking me to dive bomb from like, what, 20,000 to 30,000 feet? And while hitting one freaking small spot.” – 2nd Lt. Michael “Runner” Green, when asked about having a co-pilot.
Spoiler for Author's notes:
It is safe to assume that he is your typical perfectionist, if anything is the indication.
I'd hate to have him in my backseat, but then again, a bold plan is always the best plan.
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Erich's profile.
I added Background, Profile, some Quotes and colorated the sketch.
And he's a year younger now.
Spoiler for Karlsländer Strike Wizard:
Spoiler for A picture of Erich:
Name: Erich Dornwald Age: 16 Country of Origin: Karlsland Birthday: Febuary 19 Rank: Feldwebel Familiar: German shorthaired pointer Height: 167 cm Weight: 75kg Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Usual wear: gray Luftwaffe uniform, gray shorts
Striker Unit: Focke-Wulf Fw 190 Würger Armaments: Maschinengewehr 42, P08 Luger Anima features: Dark brown flop ears, short tail.
Background:
Erich is Strike Wizard, one of the very few male magic users that fight against the Neuroi.
Born and raised in the still free parts of Karlsland, he grew up surrounded from military tradition.
After he was discovered to be actually able to use magic he was offered to join the Mechanized Air Infantry of the Luftwaffe, which he accepted, and put into primary flying training.
But there arrived the first hurdle of a male joining the Witches: The dormitory was not made to house men and woman at the same time.
First Command tried to integrate him into the all-female dormitory but many Witches complaint; they didn't want a guy living with them.
Erich was relocated to a nearby infantry barrack, from which he drove every morning by bike to the training grounds.
While most Witches saw him as an intruder first, some warmed up towards their new male comrade and in the end they saw him just like another Witch.
After training, Erich was assigned to Jagdgeschwader 122 were he made his first actual combat experiences.
Personality:
Erich is easygoing and honest. He dislikes briefings and disciplinary work as they remind him of school. He is a little clumsy and often wants show his comrades that he won't be in the way. Because of that, he sometimes tries too hard and tends to be seen as foolhardy. This, combined with his natural clumsiness, brings him sometimes into problematic situations.
But if he manages to pull himself together, he can be a good well balanced addition to most squadrons.
Magical Abilities:
Blunt Absorption:
Erich has a unique magical power that protects his body from most bludgeoning damage.
While this power has not much use in actual air combat, it enables Erich to survive normally fatal crashes with only minor injuries.
Enhanced Strength:
Like many other magic users, Erich is much stronger than others of his age.
Random Quotes:
"I have to bath in a barrel?"
"Don't worry, I'm alright!"
"I will show you what I'm made of!"
"He's a good pilot, he can shoot pretty well and he's brave. But… well… how shall I put it? He tries to hard? The last time he was like this, he fell down and damaged his Striker Unit with his head. Well, remember him to slow down a little and it works out… mostly."
– Staffelkapitän Adelheid "Heidi" Bäcker
"Erich… is funny…"
– Feldwebel Ariane Winter
Ah he appears! Quite true about the problems of being the only male in the whole barracks. I guess shoutas (or fake shoutas) have it easier...
Guys always take the most hurt in anime.
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Originally Posted by AtomicoX
Spoiler for Yulia Pavlichenko:
Spoiler for Profile Picture:
(The weapon in the pic is a Dragunov SVD, but since that doesn’t exist in this time period, I am giving her another weapon. Naturally, trying to manipulate that in PS would prove too much of a challenge.)
Name: Yulia Pavlichenko Gender: Female Age: 24 Birthday: 25th June Nationality: Orussia Rank: Unknown Height: 170 cm Weight: 65 kg Eyes: Green Hair: White Armaments: Tokarev SVT-40 Biology: Human
Profile
One year before the 4th Strike Squadron was created, Elkki Korpinainen was out hunting in the forest around the base she was stationed at. Her familiar suddenly ran off in a random direction, making noises as to make her master follow her. Elkki did and came across an unconscious Yulia lying in the snow behind a large boulder. She was very cold, well below normal human temperature, but still breathing.
Ekki managed, in some way, to take her back to the base so she could receive appropriate medical attention. She was confirmed to be in a coma and the doctors also registered unusual brainwave activity. She stayed in a coma for 7 months.
After she woke up, they extracted as much information as they could, which wasn’t much. It was confirmed that Yulia suffered from some kind of amnesia, but they were not sure which one. All she remembered iwas her name, date of birth and how to handle her weapon, which she treasures dearly. Where she comes from or if she knows someone else is unknown. She also had trouble with everyday things like eating, getting dressed, etc, and this might imply that she has a mild degree of retrograde amnesia, coupled with some kind of other neurological damage.
When the 4th Strike Squadron was created, Elkki visited Yulia and saw the progress she had made. Elkki decided that she might be a useful resource for the squadron because of her weapon skill and survival training and she was allowed to recruit her.
Personality
Since she still doesn’t remember anything from her past, she is quite distant and quiet, but is not shy by ordinary standards. She spends her time relearning the things she has forgotten and she has made it a long way. She also has an obsession of being outside, for reasons she thinks relates to her past history. While outside, she walks around a lot without an apparent goal.
She enjoys learning new things and also spends time with her friends in the rest of the squadron.
Overall, she is quite content with her life as it is and tries to live it as much as she is allowed.
Combat Information
As she is not a witch, and therefore not suited for aerial combat, you might wonder why she was even recruited. Elkki says she feel something around the girl, an aura of self-confidence or pride she rarely shows, which might help her in specific combat operations. She will be part of a small group within the squadron that does aerial/ground recon, scouting and various insertion missions.
Random Quotes
“I have my rifle. Why do I need a handgun?”
“I like the cold. Always have and always will.”
“One shot should be enough. More shots will simply indicate that you are losing.”
I know, amnesia is a death sentence when it comes to originality, but I tried to come up with some sort of explanation or at least some kind of medical observation as to not let it pass as something ”unexplainable”. Can’t really explain more until I begin writing some stories, unless I should spoil every idea I have.
Also, the concept of a non-witch in a Strike Squadron will have to be more explicitly explained in some story dedicated to it. I can’t really take that in her profile more than I already have.
A pathfinder scout? Sounds challenging enough, since she's gonna take quite a while to get to line where they are gonna be fighting.
Though to be honest... Your amnesia does not add up somewhat. Losing the ability to do daily tasks should knock out her ability to fight since the lesion occurs in the same part, or at least along the same neural pathway in the brain...
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Still working on my last few profiles, but thought I'd show off the story behind how one of my pending chars acquired her nickname.
Spoiler for Beware of low flying birds...:
“Fights on.” Thomasina announced over the radio as the two four man formations closed in from head on signaling for the training exercise to begin.
“Fights on.” Shou affirmed a moment later.
The two four ships flashed past each other at a combined speed of over 700 miles per hour. Shou signaled her team into a climbing right hand turn intending to try and exploit most of her fighters superior speed and turning radius. Thomasina signaled her own flight into a descending left hand turn gaining airspeed either in preparation for setting up slashing attacks or to try an sucker the enemy into a higher speed turning fight where her own units would hold the advantage.
The tighter turning fighters of the hawk flight were soon gaining enough ground in there ascending turn that they might be able to stoop down on Falcon. Seeing this Thomasina signaled for her formation to reverse into the enemy. They quickly snapped around trading there built up speed for height dropping out of there line ahead formation and assuming a combat spread as they zoom climbed toward there opponents. Hawk in turn winged over and got into combat spread as well diving to meet the attack. A head on pass favored the heavier Liberian fighters of Falcon, but they could hardly hold there turn and expose there bellies to the enemy.
The flights merged again although this time tracers ripped out between them as they came at each other head on guns blazing. No kills where claimed as most shots missed and the remainder splattered off shields. The aftermath of this merge was not as neat as the last one though as the two formations largely dissolved into a swirling melee. Goose kept diving and Eva winged over to follow him down, PF leveled off from the dive and pulled into a hard level turn which Alexandria snapped around to follow. Meanwhile Kag and Shou having two of the best climbing machines opted for that approach pulling out of the dive and into another climbing turn. Thomasina and Joan the best climbers of there own formation moved to match the maneuver pushing the more powerful engines of there Strikers to WEP to gain ground.
Tai continued diving away looking to break away from the main fur ball so she could climb again with her somewhat sluggish P-40 to set up another pass, but Eva was having none of this and was screaming down on her six O’clock and was gaining ground despite her later start. She’d be in range to start shooting shortly but Goose noted they’d now dropped into the best altitude regime for the P-40 they where around 12,000 feet now. She could turn inside a Hellcat here… She pulled around into a hard right turn still diving slightly, but looking to level out shortly. Before she could do so though she caught sight of a dozen small specks ahead of her and growing rapidly, but by the time her eyes and brain got together to register the danger it was too late.
“Argh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Knock it off, Knock it off!” Tai’s pained yell cut in over the radio.
“You alright Hawk-four?” Kag called over the radio concerned.
“Argh, damn it!” Tai completely ignored the question and continued cursing and moaning in pain.
“Hawk-Four what happened?” Thomasina demanded now diving in direction she’d last seen her heading as the commander of the formation it was on her head if something had gone wrong.
“I think I hit a fucking bird or something, FUCK!” She exclaimed again raggedly sucking in air as she fought against the pain and the blood flowing into her eyes from several cuts to maintain level flight.
“Anybody have eyes on her?” Thomasina asked as she continued diving down, but was unable to locate her.
“This is Falcon-three I’ve got her moving in now stand by.” Eva called back.
“Hold on yeah tally, I see her too and I can also confirm a maneuvering ‘kill’ on a goose.” Thomasina announced with a laugh. She’d dived a bit too far and ended up below Tai which let her see the wounded bird she’d presumably stuck making a valiant effort and continuing to fly was more or less plummeting out of the sky.
“Think you can catch it before it hits the ground? Would probably make good eating…” Alexandria commented idly water fowl had always been a favorite of hers.
Thomasina had other plans, but she actually did want the bird so she pushed back into another dive in pursuit of the tumbling animal.
“This isn’t funny!” Tai raged indignantly.
“Actually it really is pretty funny.” Shou shot back flatly.
“This is Hawk-three looks like she got hit in the face, she’s cut up pretty bad, but I don’t think she damage is too severe.” Eva commented as she came along side the wounded flier and checked her condition.
“Course not it’d take more then a five pound bird smacking him in the face at 300 knots to crack that skull of hers.” Thomasina replied as she caught up with the falling goose and plucked it out of the air by the scruff of its neck.
“She wasn’t very pretty either so no loss there.” Joan added casually.
“Alright, alright let’s get back to base and call ahead to have the ditz waiting.” Thomasina cut off any further banter much as she hated to do so as they did need to get there unfortunate comrade back to base to get medical attention. Tai continued to grumble and seethe as they turned for home with Eva supporting and guiding her.
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Several days later
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Though she sustained a broken nose the damage from the bird strike was for the most part minor and Kha had been able to repair most of it fairly quickly; at least she was useful for something since she sure couldn’t fly for shit… Regardless Clare had grounded her for a week just be on the safe side since there wasn’t allot of action going on at the moment anyway. To celebrate her impending return to flight status though several of the squadron’s members had taken her out for dinner and some bar crawling in a nearby town. As they where finishing up diner Thomasina excused herself for a moment only to return a short time later with a gift wrapped box.
“What the hell is that?” Tai asked as she was presented with the box.
“It’s a present to celebrate you speedy recovery.” Thomasina informed her happily.
Tai eyed her suspiciously as this seemed very out of character for her, but she took the box from her and hesitantly began removing the wrapping. She half expected something to leap out at her, but instead what she found inside was just bizarre.
“The hell?” She questioned rhetorically very confused.
“You don’t recognize it? I’d think you would given that you two were very close not too long ago…” Thomasina grinned.
“Wait a second…” It suddenly made sense. “You had it stuffed?!” She gawked as she suddenly realized that the large bird in the box was in fact the stuffed skin of the one she’d struck earlier in the week.
“Indeed, and let me tell you finding a taxidermist in the middle of Africa was not easy, but Shou is a lifesaver I swear she can find anything. Almost makes up for her being a total perv…”
“Happy to be of Service.” If Shou took offense to the remark she certainly didn’t show it.
“You enjoy making others suffer don’t you?” Tai sighed in defeat.
“Na hell I like you, but I’m sorry this was too good not to make something to remember it by, but I’ve actually got work to do tomorrow so I need to cut out early have fun though Goose.” And with a flippant wave she wandered back out of the restaurant.
“Yeah later…” She sighed watching her go before turning back to regard the stuff goose hung over the makeshift bar with some resignation. It took a moment for something to dawn on her though. “Wait goos—Damn it!”
“You’re never going to get out from under this so you should just get used to it.”.” Joan informed her casually.
Tai was torn between hanging her head and plotting bloody vengeance, but in the end she settled for quiet brooding…
Spoiler for Authors note:
*WEP or War Emergency Power: A throttle setting on many world war II fighters that pushed the engine beyond it's normal horsepower numbers for a short time sometimes by water or even nitrous injection, but often by simply allowing more air and fuel into the engine then would normally be allowed. While normally restricted to only a few minutes by the manuals and said to be only for emergency use it wasn't uncommon for pilots to engage it more or less the moment enemy aircraft were sighted and leave it running for the duration of the fight. This did increase the risk of more or less exploding the engine the longer it was done though.
Lol stuffed goose is stuffed.
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Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty
Hmmmm. I blame boredom for this. Also, flooding the damn chat with prattle.
Well, here's two OCs I created in about two hours. No images yet, as they're not wholly developed, but eh, it's something.
Spoiler for A leader:
Name: John Fairbairn Sykes Alias: Snake Age: 44 Birthday: November 11 Rank: Colonel Height: 6’2 Weight: 190 lbs Hair: Black and grey, short Usual wear: Britannian Army Officer uniform
Country: Britannia Aircraft: None Specialization: Special Operations Command; CQB Trainer; Pistol Marksman Armaments: M1911A1, Fairbarn Sykes Fighting Knife
Personality:
Perhaps it is age, or perhaps it is experience; whatever the case, John is known to be a gruff, serious, and merciless soldier. At the same time, he is patient, intelligent, but rather opinionated in certain topics, particularly hand-to-hand. John is the quintessential “father figure” in many cases, as his wisdom and experience is applicable in both the battlefield and in civilian life. An avid teacher and brutally effective soldier, he is most certainly someone you can rely on.
Background:
Unfortunately, a great deal of John’s history is classified. What is known is that he is a veteran of numerous conflicts; John has lived his entire life as a soldier for the Britannian military. During these times, he has worked to not only improve his self, but those around him. From soldier to officer, John has always sought to improve the soldier’s ability to function and survive, mostly though the idea of defeating your opponent before he defeats you. As a result of his research and application, he has become rather well known in both civilian and military worlds as one of the most prominent individuals concerning infantry combat.
Combat information:
In the past, John worked extensively in the field, refining his knowledge and technique with organizations such as the Britannian SAS and Liberion OSS. Today, John is well known in the military world as the one who developed a number of fighting knifes and as the creator of modern day close quarter combat techniques (combatives). As such, he is often requested to train and lecture Liberion, Britannian, Fusese, Gallian, Orussia, and many other militaries in close-combat, pistol-shooting, and knife-fighting techniques. For this reason, he has arrived here. Interestingly, he has developed an entire set of combatives dedicated to fighting the alien Neuroi as opposed to human targets. He is notorious for combining knife and pistol with CQC techniques.
Quotes:
“Follow me.”
“Flying and shooting is nice, but what will happen if you lose both?”
“Always have a backup plan.”
“…Where are their pants?”
Spoiler for A free spirit:
Name: Clark Fairbairn Sykes Age: 22 Birthday: September 2 Rank: 2nd Lieutenant Height: 6’0 Weight: 175 lbs Hair: Black, short Usual wear: Mess Hall uniform
Cheerful, witty, sarcastic, funny, flirty; there are many words than can describe Clark. Optimist may be used, as well as lecherous, much to the surprise of all those that meet him and his uncle. In stark contrast to his darker relative, Clark is an immediately friendly man whom many feel they’ve known him for quite some time, even if they’ve just met him. At the same time, Clark has participated in operations and experienced things far worse than most his age, making him close away parts of himself to others. Empathetic, Clark is also an excellent listener, and almost always knows a way to cheer someone up.
Background:
As the nephew to Colonel Fairbarn Sykes, Clark had an advantage over other soldiers. His training in close quarter combat and sharpshooting placed him on a level beyond the typical light infantry. As such, Clark was quickly accepted into the shadowy folds of special operations. However, luck was not with the young man, as one particular mission endowed him with a limp and weakened body. While the injuries were not enough to discharge Clark, he could no longer participate in field operations. To constrain himself to a desk job was to doom him to a boring, faceless future. Instead, he turned to a budding passion and took over a mess hall kitchen. While others may look down upon him for taking such a non-combat job, they quickly change their minds when their bellies are filled with chow far superior than any ration bar or even other cooks. In fact, he can even take the field rations issued to soldiers and transform it into pretty decent food. It is unknown how he managed to come into the same assignment as his uncle (some may say favorism), but the base staff isn’t complaining.
Combat information:
In his current condition, Clark plays little to no role in actual combat. At the same time, he offers the same level of expertise and experience as his uncle to other soldiers, only with firearms. While his body is weakened, his eyes and hands have not. If he’s not busy stirring sauces and chopping vegetables, he can be found on the firing range. Like his uncle, one of his greatest strengths is his ability to adapt and react.
Quotes:
“An army can’t run on an empty stomach.”
“Bullets or brandy, babes or beef, I like them all.”
“Get the hell outta my kitchen!”
“No pants? …I approve.”
Cookies for anyone that gets the hidden refs / basis of these guys.
Snake and Octacon the cook? oO Unless the last part is the OC Iron Chef.
As for the pants comments, do note that metaphysically, women never wore lower garments. I don't know why; something changed fundamentally while humans were in Africa long long time ago, and it led to what we see. And therefore, pantless women are normal and not worth mentioning.
Just my nit-pick.
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Originally Posted by Anita
Spoiler for The most beautiful:
As seen on a Fuso magazine cover, with Boota.
Name: Antoinette Jeanne-Beatrice Marie Louise de Saint Exupéry Alias: Anita Age: 19 Birthday: 4th April Height: A head taller than Kirby Rank: Major (OF-3) Hair: Purple, long and flowing, adorned by a lone white lace butterfly. She sometimes ties them into twin ponytails with white lace. Usual wear: Liberian Army Air Corps uniform Likes: Writing, smoking while thinking, fine wine, cheese, chocolate, flying.
Country: Gallia, now Liberion PR Striker Unit: P-38 Lightning Armanents: Claymores, HE grenades, rapier, Boys Anti-Neuroi rifle Stratagem: Elite, Demolitions Anima features: Fox ears, and a long fluffy tail. Familiar: Boota, a pigmy boar.
Antoinette de Saint Exupery is arguably the most famous of Aces drawn together to form the ATX team not for her exploits in combat, but her prolific and renown literary works, including Night Flight and The Little Prince. She first took to the skies in the backseat, where she worked with pilots plying the Gallia-Afrika air route between Toulouse and Dakar as a shield maiden. It was also around then that she penned her first story based on her experience titled “The Aviator”, which was run in a small Liberian magazine.
When Gallia was engulfed by the Neuroi invasion, Anita and her family hastily fled across the Atlantic. The harrowing experience of racing against time through the jammed streets of Paris and squeezing aboard one of the last few Clippers to Liberion left a deep impression that later, during her term in the Army Air Corps, she turned it into her first book of acclaim, "Night Flight".
Anita was an avid flier forever hungry for a new experience, and was blessed with a critical eye for detail and a literary flair like no other. These talents showed in the editorials and evaluation reports she wrote for major aviation magazines of the Free States. It was these works that earned her a place in the ATX Team, to her utmost delight.
Until she found that she would be outranked by a tiny squirt. At first, she was annoyed having to play second fiddle to Kirby, who had joined the project as he was a research subject of the ATX himself. It would take the rest of the Intrepid’s adventures on the high seas before the disparate research project bonded together.
In battle, Anita relies on powerful shots to destroy her targets at range, taking each deliberate shot audibly and with her unique flourish. She almost never ever misses, be it while hovering amongst the clouds or in running fights. The Boys AT rifle was her favorite weapon, and Anita eventually upgraded it with the N-pak system, further increasing her range and deadliness to Neuroi armor.
Despite her long range prowess, Anita is at all short close in. Her magical ability to enchant an object such that it ignores the effects of gravity for a short period of time gives her much stability in flight, but also allows her to plant claymores in thin air, to be detonated at unsuspecting craft. And when push goes to shove, Anita lets enemy armor have a taste of her rapier.
Anita as a person is rather dichotomous and is best described by words like “tough-loving”. She is very kind-hearted but at the same time acts tough to stop people, especially men, from walking all over her. It was a reflex trained from taking the place of her father who passed away when she was only 4. She speaks her mind when it suits her, but buries the rest under her leather exterior. Likewise, she is harsh to the newcomers who joined in 1945, if only to prepare them for the hard fight ahead.
The young Saint-Exupery is a very proud soul, and will stubbornly defend her stand even though she may be clearly losing the argument. Those who earn her ire almost never earn her praise, and her razor tongue, dead-accurate flying books, blinding kicks and sword-defeating pen all contribute to her image of a tigress. It is no surprise that her growing closer to her diminutive superior seemed to only give her pain and confusion.
It was around then that as the war seemed to be drawing to a close she became plagued with doubt. Her magic was fading, her writing seemed to deteriorate, one of her sisters had contracted pneumonia, her once endless fountain of ideas dried up… The bad news kept on piling up like the cigarettes in her ash tray, but Kirby was always by her side, and rescued her from what she described as “a dark desert of despair”.
The protagonist of her most famous post-war book, "The Little Prince", was undoubtedly based on her little prince…
Notable Quotes
“Antoinette, taking the shot!”
“Great shot Momoko! Just remember to file that damage report for singing my unit with your bazooka!!!”
“Oh-hohohoho!”
“You all are such idiots…”
“Embarassing comments, not allowed!”
“ERASE THAT FROM YOUR MEMORY!!!” – a very loud scream that could be heard through out the whole base once. To date, no one knows why she screwed that, or that why she kicked an already-sick Kirby into the wall.
“’One cannot see well except with the heart, the essential is invisible to the eyes’… While that’s how she describes Kirby, I believe that’s how to describe Anita as well.” - Illya, quoting The Little Prince.
Thanks to Kha for helping me with formatting and vetting.
The image isn't very apt, but it's cute and shows both sides of Antoinette at once. Anything wrong, it's Kha fault.
Yeah right.
At least we got our resident tsundere.
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Originally Posted by asaqe
Now to explain how can our non magic men be able to ascend out of cannon fodder status...
Spoiler for Advent of Alchemic Steel and Magic Reactive armour:
This is a second hand record by an alchemist who has collected various pieces of information...
The Advent of Alchemic Steel was based off the famous process of Magic Iron which was formulated by Britannian inventor Anna Darby who used magic to fuel her furnaces at Magicbrooke in 1709 however such processes was used to produce magic iron and it was not until the 1750 where Anna Darby II created the Horshay and Ketley Furnaces, however by that time, Magic Iron was outpaced by Furnace Iron which was seen as easier and cheaper to produce. Regardless the idea remained a theory in various alchemists' logbooks.
A new problem exist however during a rearament of the Knights. Due to the lower grade warriors being less magical in nature, it was soon realised that due to the lack of mobility and magical shielding that it will be too haphazard for men to fight effectively in the units. However a breakthrough in technology will help change the tide of situation. Enter Bogdan Voitsekhovsky, the father of the Alchemic Steel Reactive armour. Using Magic Furnaces rather then coal furnaces to manufacture the steel, it had an innate magical conductivity which allows the magic engine to distribute energy to the armour, powering it up as well as other functions for the knight that allows him to move. The armour had a strong resistance against Neuroi Miasma (although prolong exposure to the engine is not recommended as proper magic filters are not econmical in some cases) as well as resistance against weaker energy blasts and able to asorb a direct energy blast from tank neuroi but will fall to the next hit which by then has a witch be able to provide backup or dispatching the target.
Newer advances by the Orussian and Liberion Scientists however has created a new frightening upgrade to the knights called Magic Reactive armour which creates an ablative shield of magic to stop the rounds dead. This becomes frightening for some units as now the knights can asorb damage and clear the line for the witches.
Such development technology however places debate in wherever Knights or Tank Witches should get the armour, as of the moment, most knights have in some form protected with MRA while tank witches are being upgraded to wield and use the armour. While the knight offers more solid protection, the Witche's shielding allows for prolong hit and run attacks.
Intriguing, really intriguing... I could use this data clip for the construction of the new all-steel craft that the LAAC is fielding to give their fighters a bit more life, as well as the new Werneke-pattern articulated Striker Unit developed by Project X. Can I?
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Originally Posted by kct
SWOC of the 1940s era.
Spoiler for The "Stinger":
Name: Renee “Switchblade” Thompson Alias: Rein Age: 17 Birthday: September 19 Rank: Second Lieutenant Height: 157cm Weight: 45kg Hair: Light brown Usual wear: Liberion Army Air Force uniform
Country: Liberion Striker Unit: P-51D Mustang Armaments: M1911A1, the “Stinger”, M1944 Johnson LMG, M1918A2 BAR, M1C Garand or M1D Garand Stratagem: Support Familiar/Animal features: Mackerel tabby cat
Personality:
Renee is more of someone who likes her own things to look and work just right, and would be seen spending endless time just to make sure that everything is in good working order. She absolutely hates things in a mess; this is more or less blamed on the fact that she always put tidiness as one of her main priorities.
She preferred flanking around adversaries in battle, compared to some of her squadron-mates who would always go head-on. No one ever knew why she adopted such a move, although some have said that she ‘regretted being too far out in front’. Nevertheless, she would cover from the sides, so it is all good.
The reason she was called “Switchblade” is because she tends to be spontaneous in terms of attitude, and her mood swings are something she is known for. However, some have called her ‘the Witch with that hackjob of a gun’, a reference to the “Stinger” being a hackjob of a Browning AN/M2 that she constantly carried into battle.
Background:
Born in the eastern part of Liberion, Renee is the youngest of three children in the family. While she have lived a largely unassuming life as a typical young Liberion, it doesn’t take a genius around her to figure out that her talents would be useful for her in the fight against Neurois, especially when the neighbour living right next door is an aviator with the Liberion Army Air Force (he is a fighter pilot, and would be described in a later article). It doesn’t take long for the obvious to happen, as the girl finds herself coming face-to-face with terms such as ‘Witch’, ‘Striker Unit’, ‘Neuroi’, and so on.
Like a small fish in a big pond, she often struggled with battles against the foreign elements. Despite that, she managed to overcome some of the challenges she faced (obviously not without some help from certain individuals). Renee would often be used for flanking targets from their blind spots, and taking out enemies from their blind spots. Because of her abilities, she can anticipate movement of the enemies, in which some believed, was the reason that she wanted to get in from the flanks, although she use her mind-reading skills much because she doesn’t want her abilities to stick out too much, for fear of mistrust. Plus, someone that can read your mind is pretty dangerous.
Combat information:
While the M1918A2 BAR is a typically popular automatic rifle among the Liberion military (something the Army would normally issue in large numbers), Renee would choose the considerably crude “Stinger” (a modified AN/M2, itself a variant of the M1919A4 made by Browning) as her primary weapon. The reason for this is that she felt that it would be a better carry weapon compared to the BAR. However, she would still use the BAR when the situation asks for it, considering that the AN/M2 have a higher firing rate than the BAR.
As mentioned, she preferred taking on enemies from the flanks, or whatever that doesn’t require to directly go head-on with the enemy. Her reasoning is that enemies would ‘seldom give a damn about their sides until they are being shot all over’. Plus, the higher cyclic rate of fire of the “Stinger” would cause considerable damage, although that meant that she could run out of ammunition in the middle of firefights.
Another oddity she carried into battles is the M1C or M1D Garand, known to be 'sniperized' variants of the M1 Garand. She usually carried either rifle as a backup weapon, probably because she runs out of ammunition for the "Stinger" rather quickly!
Quotes:
“Why the BAR? This whole world is not about the BAR alone, no matter how godly this Browning guy is. And the BAR is not the only thing created by Browning.” – 2nd Lt. Renee “Switchblade” Thompson, when asked why she doesn’t carry the BAR into battles often (this comment apparently infuriated hardcore Browning fanboys, although they don’t realize that she uses a Browning too).
“Look at that guy with that Warhawk. See those crude things hanging from the wings? That is the reason they don’t want to give him a Mustang...they are going to lost their income if they give him one.” – 2nd Lt. Renee “Switchblade” Thompson, when asked about Lt. Brian “Fixer” Lewis (they are neighbours back home).
Spoiler for Author's notes:
Decided to do a WWII-era Witch for the fun of it. That, plus the fact that I have always wanted a character that carries the "Stinger".
Spoiler for The "Stinger" itself:
Considering that the BAR was practically standard-issue, can you blame the grunts?
Welcome to 1940, kct. Renee is one surgical character, and it does sit well with her preference to come from reserve and Outflank. Got an idea where is she deployed for the war? And will she be available for the Fuso invasion fic we planned?
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It's acutally not who you think, I think...
Anyway I've finished the first little part of my planned "real" fic well one of them this one acutally covers how the squadron came to be in it's ultimate late war form while I have another planned that covers that later period (or that's the plan don't hold me too 100%). Minor retcons or changes are possible pending future information, but I'm pretty sure I'm staying outside the Ion Canons targeting zone with at least this part of the fic.
So yeah I present:
Spoiler for The Other Girls:
October 1942, Southern Egypt:
Note: This is more or less a beta and is pending editing for spelling and grammar.
And here they come. Man I need to go read up on the Neuroi craft, not to mention fighter tactics... All I have are anime and strange sci-fi movies to fall back on.
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Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis
It seems that after the longest time, I've finally gotten something related to StrikeOC done up.
NOTE ON INDEX POST: Yes, this is a link to my official index post, and in all likelihood it'll just keep expanding and expanding till it ends up covering my entire cast. Consider this Version 1.0. (If you could add this link to your overall index, Kha, I would be most grateful)
Loooooooooong post is long (and not even on Asuki)
Damn your picks computed to hell and back... And where's Rommel?
Though........ DARK SAKURA?!
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Originally Posted by Kyral
What? The next finished character is not Rin?
Well...yeah.
Spoiler for Karlsländer Strike Witch:
Spoiler for A picture of Ariane:
Name: Ariane Winter
SOMA PERES!!!
*ahem*
Not to mention she's the right age for "Allelujah" F Neel.
Damn Ariane falls into the second chou-moe types for me it's not funny. D:
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Okay, before I post my next character, I'd like to apologize for not being able to give out comments for the profiles here yet. I promise to include some comments in my subsequent posts. >_<
I've always wondered about it and decided that it's not exactly impossible at all. Heck, if the Fuso witches have them, why not those from other countries? >:3
The next few OC's are going to be those connected to this OC and Almaria, forming the collective Strike Witch Experimental Unit called 'Strike Sabres'. :3
That's all for now. Gotta run. ><
*runs*
CINQUE-NEEEEE~~~
So much fanboyism so fast.
And O_# is a funky thing to imagine. As well as that quote...
Just a question. While Illya, Anita and Rachelle have much repute and so your OCs could've just heard of them instead of meeting them, how about Kirby? How do our OCs link up?
Or for Sumous soldiers and Knights, charging in snow jackets and skiis as they fight numerically superior neuroi.
Spoiler for Meet the ladies:
I stood against a a wall as Häirikkö introduced himself to the girls...
"Hey I am Corporal Häirikkö of the Sumous Kolla defense corps, we just came here to introduce ourselves to acquaint ourselves better, so who are following members here? This here is my buddy Simon."
I rolled my eyes as I acted indifferently to the situation and the mudaness of it all, it is going to fail and he is going to get me flogged for disobedience. Checking around to see who's who in this place. Apparently two Fuso girls will arrive, as I looked around I gave the notion of talking to the Sumomi Witch. She timidly approached me as if my short demeanor rubbed her the wrong way since both of us are how should I say...Introverted?
"So, what's your name?"
"Elma Leivonen, so Simon why did you come over here to visit us?"
"Don't tell me, tell city boy there. Apparently by the Norse Gods he think he can get into bed with a witch due to his great "Charm and wit" when in reality, no witch will give a normal infantryman the light of day unless he does something so famous that he will be remembered as a legend" I understand the whole situation with Witches and average joes like us. When facing the enemy, we have to sacrifice 10 times the amount of men just to kill the Neuroi while a Witch effortlessly in general can handle them. Most of the time we wonder what are we good for except at dying and to act as fodder...
"But, I am talking to you so that counts as something right?" She said nonchanlantly as I looked at her "Not really, I am bearing the situation for as long as possible until something goes wrong, just help me translate some stuff to Sumomi"
As I talked with Elma over things like weather, family and some petty chatter, I noticed how my "friend" is only provoking the rest of them mostly, especially the well endowed Liberion pilot...
"Katherine'O'Hare Right? So what does she have aside from her Liberion endowed body. It seems like the women all have big breasts there."
"Well, she is also a rookie like me, and then there is Elizabeth Beurling, she is supposed to be executed for her delinquency, Ursula is the sister of Erica Hartmann, an aspiring ace of the Karlsland forces and then we have..."
Oh gently caress...
The Fuso girls walked in with a rather tough to approach aura...at least one of them, one of them is an unwilling soldier while the other seems to have nerves of skill. Immediately Häirikkö approached her without even considering the consenquences of the situation and introduce him "Hey there, I have heard gossip amongst the forces...they say you werent too happy here on Sumous, maybe I can take around town during leave and..." Within moments she drew her sword in front of my comrade, something called a Katana from what Elma told me, nasty sharp stuff. Both stood still in cold motion as they stared at each other...
"That is enough, Häirikkö we are returning to the team. Tell me what is her name and then apologize." The girl spoke in Britannian that my "buddy" told me " Anabuki Tomoko, the soon to be the most famous girl in Sumous." I nod and told her this in the first word I spoke in Britannian to a foreigner.
"Later."
Summary of the entry from this one:
-I tried to simulate the views of the average soldier (Mind you Simon will live up to his counterpart) of a witch. In Honesty, the soldiers often talk of how Witches are a league beyond them and Simon shows a modest approach but tries to ignore the non-native witches due to the fact he knows he will probably never get their respect let along their cherry.
-Next Entry will depict how despite being threatened at bladepoint and treated as a nuisance. Simon's friend will brag about how he managed to capture interest of them and how in the next visit he will bring back the pants of one of them
-First battle perhaps for Simon? Good luck.
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Old McDonald had a farm...Eyey Eyey O...And on his farm he had a Khzithak...Eyey Eyey O...With a ARHHFAHHAAAAAAAAARRRGIIIAAA HELP AAAUUU HELP! IT'S GNAWING OFF MY...
Location: In the office, staring at my secretary shipgirl
Age: 37
Kha: At least based on what I have in mind, she fit 1944 or 1945 more. That is why I left the years as being ambiguous, although IMHO 1944/1945 fits better (the Johnson LMG Release 2 is issued in 1944). She would probably work in the Fuso invasion fic, although the "guy with the heavily modified Warhawk" would be given a Thunderbolt (it is a huge upgrade from the Warhawk).
Spoiler for Getting the Thunderbolt:
"Lieutenant Brian Lewis," the commander spoke with a stern tone on the seemingly open are.
"Yes sir?" the pilot reacted, immediately dropping whatever kind of tinkering he is doing to the Warhawk, and spontaneously stood straight, saluting the commander.
"Let me be frank with you Lewis," the commander opened his mouth, apparently to voice his opinion over something. "Just drop all the work on the Warhawk, you are not going anywhere with it."
"You can't be serious sir, she is my pride and joy!" the pilot exclaimed over the opinion. "I've been working on her for years!"
"No, whatever you say, she is going to face the scrapper's torch one day," the commander said. "I'm sorry to say that, but there is a time when we need to change, and the Warhawk is way too outdated for any decent use now."
"And I am not going to fly a Mustang," Brian said, showing a great distaste to the much-vaunted Liberion fighter.
"Who in the world said you are going to fly a Mustang?" the commander then shot back. "If we did give you one, we would be losing even more Mustangs than what we thought...so we decided on something more 'durable' for all your intents."
"The Jug," the commander added, obviously referencing to the P-47 Thunderbolt, what is considered the largest single-engine fighter the Liberion Army Air Aviation had.
"Wait...what?" a surprised Brian said. "You can't be kidding me."
"Well...you are going to do some 'business' in Fuso," the commander replied. "And we think that the Jug fits all your intents and purposes. Do whatever you want to the Jug once you get it, because this is going to be an extremely tough mission. And a long one."
"And we need your knowledge with tinkering with these guys to make it work."
Very busy right now. Spend a good fourteen fraggin hours last night authoring a DVD for a band. Starting at 9 AM and calling it a day when the burning fails at 1 AM is not fun. -_- I hope I'll be done today with that, but I haven't had much time to write other then in-between sneak posts.
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Still it's not quite as bad as you might think as I noted if you go on IRC allot of the guys still show up every night and quite a bit happens, but of course you don't go there so I'm sure to you it looks even worse then it really is.
I won't go in a lengthy debate, suffice to say there are points I agree and points I disagree, but this probably sums it up best. I just don't like being in a place where I have to pay constant atention to what's being said. That's what I think is the beauty of a forum, you can't miss a conversation because you were asleep, all you have to do is page back a few pages to where you left and pick up again.
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A Dwarfs, my favourite Alliance race.
And Engineering is the best job ever! ^.^
*hugs his flying machine*
Bah... "blasing Greenskin heads"...
My Orc Warrior main don't really cares about this Horde/Alliance crap.
He's the type who likes to build gadges, explore the world and cook.
Roleplay wise he even adopted a Dreanei girl.
*Fires rifle and watches with glee as another Squig Hunters head explodes in a mountain of blood and gore, the just constructed turret next to him already picking out a new target in the form of a Chaos Zealot*
Wrong Engineer laddy, I ain't no silly dwarf who just happens to tinker in his spare time, I'm an engineer. I'm here to blow you up before you even realize I'm on that innocent looking clif you overlooked.
*Fires another shot which tears through the Zealot's chest, sending the corrupted human stumbling. Just then the turret next to him fired its next salvo, tearing the Zealot's left shoulder off and sending him tumbling to the ground*
Woohoo! Take that ya deranged human bastard!
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Jupp... Half Karlsländer/Soumusian.
Half/half huh? That could work, would make for a nice confusion scenario too.
"Are you from Suomus?"
"... A bit."
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Yeah right.
At least we got our resident tsundere.
Which makes me wonder, is it safe to joke about her choice of uniform?
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Originally Posted by asaqe
Or for Sumous soldiers and Knights, charging in snow jackets and skiis as they fight numerically superior neuroi.
Spoiler for Meet the ladies:
I stood against a a wall as Häirikkö introduced himself to the girls...
"Hey I am Corporal Häirikkö of the Sumous Kolla defense corps, we just came here to introduce ourselves to acquaint ourselves better, so who are following members here? This here is my buddy Simon."
I rolled my eyes as I acted indifferently to the situation and the mudaness of it all, it is going to fail and he is going to get me flogged for disobedience. Checking around to see who's who in this place. Apparently two Fuso girls will arrive, as I looked around I gave the notion of talking to the Sumomi Witch. She timidly approached me as if my short demeanor rubbed her the wrong way since both of us are how should I say...Introverted?
"So, what's your name?"
"Elma Leivonen, so Simon why did you come over here to visit us?"
"Don't tell me, tell city boy there. Apparently by the Norse Gods he think he can get into bed with a witch due to his great "Charm and wit" when in reality, no witch will give a normal infantryman the light of day unless he does something so famous that he will be remembered as a legend" I understand the whole situation with Witches and average joes like us. When facing the enemy, we have to sacrifice 10 times the amount of men just to kill the Neuroi while a Witch effortlessly in general can handle them. Most of the time we wonder what are we good for except at dying and to act as fodder...
"But, I am talking to you so that counts as something right?" She said nonchanlantly as I looked at her "Not really, I am bearing the situation for as long as possible until something goes wrong, just help me translate some stuff to Sumomi"
As I talked with Elma over things like weather, family and some petty chatter, I noticed how my "friend" is only provoking the rest of them mostly, especially the well endowed Liberion pilot...
"Katherine'O'Hare Right? So what does she have aside from her Liberion endowed body. It seems like the women all have big breasts there."
"Well, she is also a rookie like me, and then there is Elizabeth Beurling, she is supposed to be executed for her delinquency, Ursula is the sister of Erica Hartmann, an aspiring ace of the Karlsland forces and then we have..."
Oh gently caress...
The Fuso girls walked in with a rather tough to approach aura...at least one of them, one of them is an unwilling soldier while the other seems to have nerves of skill. Immediately Häirikkö approached her without even considering the consenquences of the situation and introduce him "Hey there, I have heard gossip amongst the forces...they say you werent too happy here on Sumous, maybe I can take around town during leave and..." Within moments she drew her sword in front of my comrade, something called a Katana from what Elma told me, nasty sharp stuff. Both stood still in cold motion as they stared at each other...
"That is enough, Häirikkö we are returning to the team. Tell me what is her name and then apologize." The girl spoke in Britannian that my "buddy" told me " Anabuki Tomoko, the soon to be the most famous girl in Sumous." I nod and told her this in the first word I spoke in Britannian to a foreigner.
"Later."
Summary of the entry from this one:
-I tried to simulate the views of the average soldier (Mind you Simon will live up to his counterpart) of a witch. In Honesty, the soldiers often talk of how Witches are a league beyond them and Simon shows a modest approach but tries to ignore the non-native witches due to the fact he knows he will probably never get their respect let along their cherry.
-Next Entry will depict how despite being threatened at bladepoint and treated as a nuisance. Simon's friend will brag about how he managed to capture interest of them and how in the next visit he will bring back the pants of one of them
-First battle perhaps for Simon? Good luck.
Well yeah, talking to a girl you first met and already displaying your intent to jump her (or at least making it sound like that) is generally a bad tactic for getting girls. I'm really not surprised at all that he got a sword drawn on him.
Loooooooooong post is long (and not even on Asuki)
Well, I'm sorry, took you a while?
It's not too long compared to my next storm...you can consider this a gentle zephyr compared to what I'm brewing right now, although all the same it won't be big, since I'm just brewing a storm in a teacup at the best
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Damn your picks computed to hell and back... And where's Rommel?
Spoiler for Someone call Rommel?:
HEYA!!!!!!!
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Ehem...he upped and left yesterday, I'm afraid we couldn't find him
*looks innocent* This was the best pic I could find, honest-!
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Originally Posted by Kha
Though........ DARK SAKURA?!
All the pics were meant to fit to a T (hopefully), and thus was this one.
*Fires rifle and watches with glee as another Squig Hunters head explodes in a mountain of blood and gore, the just constructed turret next to him already picking out a new target in the form of a Chaos Zealot*
Wrong Engineer laddy, I ain't no silly dwarf who just happens to tinker in his spare time, I'm an engineer. I'm here to blow you up before you even realize I'm on that innocent looking clif you overlooked.
*Fires another shot which tears through the Zealot's chest, sending the corrupted human stumbling. Just then the turret next to him fired its next salvo, tearing the Zealot's left shoulder off and sending him tumbling to the ground*
Woohoo! Take that ya deranged human bastard!
My Squuuuuuiiiig!!!!! D:
Yes I'm a Squig Herder. Dragged there by my Chaos worshippin and Dark Elf whoring Comrades of Doom (guild).
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Which makes me wonder, is it safe to joke about her choice of uniform?
Took me a while to arm wrestle her to let me use that pic.
It's not her uniform, that pic. Metafictionally, that picture was on the cover of a Witches periodical that sees much distribution in Fuso and Liberion. Don't rib her about it, or she'd bite you, though it then begs Rachelle (who was previously featured in that mag) to come in and note that her "acting" during the photo-shoot was a bit too real.
Antoinette's uniform is just like the rest of the Project X members, brown Liberian Army Air Corps. I don't think "custom colored" uniform is allowed in the Armed forces, otherwise, I'd be dying their uniforms differently.
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Well, I'm sorry, took you a while?
It's not too long compared to my next storm...you can consider this a gentle zephyr compared to what I'm brewing right now, although all the same it won't be big, since I'm just brewing a storm in a teacup at the best p
You've been storing power I guess, so it didn't have the impact, just a lot of profiles to read through at once.
Which was the time I had today while flying between points of Eastern Kingdoms to find Candy Buckets.
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Spoiler for Someone call Rommel?:
HEYA!!!!!!!
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Ehem...he upped and left yesterday, I'm afraid we couldn't find him
*looks innocent* This was the best pic I could find, honest-!
"P-38A Cherudim! Saint Exupery, taking the shot!"
*watches Xena get head-shotted*
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All the pics were meant to fit to a T (hopefully), and thus was this one.
I'd hate to have him in my backseat, but then again, a bold plan is always the best plan.
What idiot told you that? Ever hear this saying?
"There are old pilots and bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots."
And that goes double in combat.
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Ah he appears! Quite true about the problems of being the only male in the whole barracks. I guess shoutas (or fake shoutas) have it easier...
Guys always take the most hurt in anime.
Depends entirely on the anime in question.
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Lol stuffed goose is stuffed.
And now hanging in the squadrons ready room (/office/headquarters/breakroom).
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As for the pants comments, do note that metaphysically, women never wore lower garments. I don't know why; something changed fundamentally while humans were in Africa long long time ago, and it led to what we see. And therefore, pantless women are normal and not worth mentioning.
Acutally that's just false only witches seem to go pantless examples of other Women in the universe wearing perfectly normal clothing for the period are plenty. So basiclly no you can't explain it like this which really leaves us with just one explaination: Fan Service. Now since that doesn't work in universe your best bet is to just not dwell on or try to explain it at all. It is what it is, move on.
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Intriguing, really intriguing... I could use this data clip for the construction of the new all-steel craft that the LAAC is fielding to give their fighters a bit more life, as well as the new Werneke-pattern articulated Striker Unit developed by Project X. Can I?
Hmmm...
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And here they come. Man I need to go read up on the Neuroi craft, not to mention fighter tactics... All I have are anime and strange sci-fi movies to fall back on.
Frankly as long as you're reasonable about it you can probably just make up Neuroi units if you figure they have analogues to most real life aircraft types.
As for the second bit sci-fi movies and anime are not going to show you how a WWII dogfight acutally worked. I'd suggest you go look for some of the WWII episodes of the History Channel series Dogfights online as I mentioned before. It's not perfect, but it'll give you at least some understanding of how things acutally worked.
Acutally that show should just be required watching for anyone that wants to write SW fiction. You can get a clue while watching some pretty pictures. And of course feel free to ask question as well I'm always happy to ramble at length about topics I know something about.
What idiot told you that? Ever hear this saying?
"There are old pilots and bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots."
And that goes double in combat.
An anime. Make that... 10 anime.
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Depends entirely on the anime in question.
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And now hanging in the squadrons ready room (/office/headquarters/breakroom).
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Acutally that's just false only witches seem to go pantless examples of other Women in the universe wearing perfectly normal clothing for the period are plenty. So basiclly no you can't explain it like this which really leaves us with just one explaination: Fan Service. Now since that doesn't work in universe your best bet is to just not dwell on or try to explain it at all. It is what it is, move on.
Not really. The girls in Fuso being trained by Mio weren't wearing pants (OK it was PE so dodgy example), Michiko wasn't wearing pants, the nurse serving Trude's imouto wasn't wearing pants (or much of a skirt)...
The only one that bucked the trend was Minna's full-length gown. That to me was what didn't really make sense, so I filed it under, together with Miyafuji's granny and mom, "traditional clothes" since those seemed to be spared of the bottomless fate.
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Hmmm...
Frankly as long as you're reasonable about it you can probably just make up Neuroi units if you figure they have analogues to most real life aircraft types.
As for the second bit sci-fi movies and anime are not going to show you how a WWII dogfight acutally worked. I'd suggest you go look for some of the WWII episodes of the History Channel series Dogfights online as I mentioned before. It's not perfect, but it'll give you at least some understanding of how things acutally worked.
Acutally that show should just be required watching for anyone that wants to write SW fiction. You can get a clue while watching some pretty pictures. And of course feel free to ask question as well I'm always happy to ramble at length about topics I know something about.
Sigh required watching. Just when I'm short of time. :/
Yes I'm a Squig Herder. Dragged there by my Chaos worshippin and Dark Elf whoring Comrades of Doom (guild).
It's funny, WoW always had a high alliance to horde ratio prior to BC, while WAR seems to be the reverse and has a high Destruction to Order ratio.
All my friends are playing Order though, so until I can manage to wrestle some more free time to level my Black Orc, I'm stuck on the good guys side.
Not that I mind. Engineer + High Ground = awesome. WAR ranged combat > WoW ranged combat. <3
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Took me a while to arm wrestle her to let me use that pic.
It's not her uniform, that pic. Metafictionally, that picture was on the cover of a Witches periodical that sees much distribution in Fuso and Liberion. Don't rib her about it, or she'd bite you, though it then begs Rachelle (who was previously featured in that mag) to come in and note that her "acting" during the photo-shoot was a bit too real.
Mwehehe, don't think for a moment Alexis or Angelique are going to let this slide.
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Acutally that's just false only witches seem to go pantless examples of other Women in the universe wearing perfectly normal clothing for the period are plenty. So basiclly no you can't explain it like this which really leaves us with just one explaination: Fan Service. Now since that doesn't work in universe your best bet is to just not dwell on or try to explain it at all. It is what it is, move on.
Agreed, this is one of those times where we just accept the explanation canon give us without looking to deep into it or making it perfectly logical.
Canon basically said 'Witches don't wear pants, and those non-Witch girls without pants are simply copying their idols'
Does it make perfect sense? Not really, but it does sound logical. Read, accept, move on.
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As for the second bit sci-fi movies and anime are not going to show you how a WWII dogfight acutally worked. I'd suggest you go look for some of the WWII episodes of the History Channel series Dogfights online as I mentioned before. It's not perfect, but it'll give you at least some understanding of how things acutally worked.
Acutally that show should just be required watching for anyone that wants to write SW fiction. You can get a clue while watching some pretty pictures. And of course feel free to ask question as well I'm always happy to ramble at length about topics I know something about.
I second that. They're a really good watch even without counting you learning a few good lessons in dogfighting.
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Not really. The girls in Fuso being trained by Mio weren't wearing pants (OK it was PE so dodgy example), Michiko wasn't wearing pants, the nurse serving Trude's imouto wasn't wearing pants (or much of a skirt)...
Fans copying their heroines. Don't look to deep into it.
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The only one that bucked the trend was Minna's full-length gown. That to me was what didn't really make sense, so I filed it under, together with Miyafuji's granny and mom, "traditional clothes" since those seemed to be spared of the bottomless fate.
Nope, that was just an example that shows Witches wear little clothing for functionality, rather then fashion. If you look at the manga (which, as far as I've read, is far closer to the novels then the anime) Yoshika is wearing a short skirt when working in the rice fields (which makes sense since she's working in water) and later on when she's walking with he friends they're all wearing regular school uniforms, skirts included.
It's funny, WoW always had a high alliance to horde ratio prior to BC, while WAR seems to be the reverse and has a high Destruction to Order ratio.
All my friends are playing Order though, so until I can manage to wrestle some more free time to level my Black Orc, I'm stuck on the good guys side.
Not that I mind. Engineer + High Ground = awesome. WAR ranged combat > WoW ranged combat. <3
For the first line, the reverse is true for Oceanic servers.
Well, I'd like to give Order a shot someday... but for now, I'm playing on my friend's account on Warbits. XD
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Mwehehe, don't think for a moment Alexis or Angelique are going to let this slide.
Neither do I.
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Agreed, this is one of those times where we just accept the explanation canon give us without looking to deep into it or making it perfectly logical.
Canon basically said 'Witches don't wear pants, and those non-Witch girls without pants are simply copying their idols'
Does it make perfect sense? Not really, but it does sound logical. Read, accept, move on.
Oh so there was a mention in canon! That saves me a load of trouble for that! I thot there was no mention, so tried to come up with my own. I’ll take canon then.
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Nope, that was just an example that shows Witches wear little clothing for functionality, rather then fashion. If you look at the manga (which, as far as I've read, is far loser to the novels then the anime) Yoshika is wearing a short skirt when working in the rice fields (which makes sense since she's working in water) and later on when she's walking with he friends they're all wearing regular school uniforms, skirts included.
2008-10-20, 09:48
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Ever hear this saying? 
