World War Two: A New Horizon

Name: Beata Normann
Age: 19
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Side: German
Occupation: Missionary
Bio: Beata is a German Mormon. While she doesn't believe in all of the laws of the religion, she accepted it simply so she could travel at ease, since getting clearance to travel by plane is very hard, unless one has a job to do of course. And since Beata has always been one who was good at, and loved, learning new languages, she's now traveling around, teaching German and the Mormon religion, all the while trying to get information on the war and what democracy is like. After all, with all the censorship, it's hard to obtain information in Germany, but how about in the relaxed territory of the Congo? What about Britain? Beata can answer all of these questions, having gone to all of these places. But if it came to fighting or basic street smarts, Beata would be utterly clueless. She's always willing to learn it though... If necessary. Currently, Beata is in the newly conquered Mexico, putting her knowledge of the Spanish, English and German languages to help out the military as well as gain information inconspicuously; she's living with a farming family in Matamoros, a small town by the Gulf of Mexico, but often travels to the major cities and as close to the border as she can get.

Name: Amai Senritsu

Age: 18

Appearance:


Gender: Female

Side: Japan

Occupation: Infiltration Specialist

Bio: As daughter of a very well known family in japan, Amai lived a very luxurious life. She often spent her time singing and dancing, never having a care in the world until she realized what was occurring. She was living happily and freely while there were people being taken over. Her father, being a general in the navy, told her that with those people being taken over and forced into submission are the new reason her family and her friends are living better lives. Though she was told this, her mind was never at ease so to know for sure she was able to convince her father that since she is the eldest child, to let her join the army in the safest way possible. Her father allowed her to and she became a spy, specializing in infiltration after months of training. She was sent off to America to work in the white house and spy on the people around and learn of the plans of the Americans but she never stayed in the white house, she instead explored Washington D.C. and learned about America. Her excuse for such actions was always: "In order to conquer one's enemy, one must know their enemy." Such words let her continue exploring and let her father usually remain from forcing her back home.

Name: Ripp Van Winkle

Age: 25

Appearance:

Gender: Female

Side: Germany

Occupation: First Lieutenant, Natzi's Last Battelion

Bio: One of Millennium's top soldiers and a member of the Werewolf special forces, van Winkle commands her troops to steal a VTOL carrier called the Eagle from the British which she subsequently renames the "Adler" (German for "eagle") and paints a swastika in blood on its main deck.
Rip uses a long-barreled flintlock musket that fires magic bullets which "punish all without distinction," tracking targets of their own accord, and which are seemingly armor-piercing (destroying helicopters, fighter jets and missiles with ease). These magic bullets are even able to change their trajectories in mid-flight and repeatedly pepper a target before expiring. She does not appear to have any other powers beyond this however.

She also enjoys singing operas, especially Der Freischütz, and she often compares herself to the character Kaspar from that opera. The Major even notes that she is very much like Kaspar (and also likens Alucard to Zamiel, the antagonist of that opera and representative of the devil). Additionally similar bullets, that never miss their target, are used by Kaspar. The Major at one point tells Rip Van Winkle the end of Der Freschütz and says "First Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle, do you know how Der Freischütz ends? Kaspar, having trifled with the Black Huntsman Zamiel, is whisked away to hell for his sins. His corpse is then thrown into a ravine to be eaten by wolves. Prepare yourself, First Lieutenant, for now, Zamiel comes to collect you."

Name: Alexander Larming

Age: 19

Appearance:


Gender: Male

Side: United States

Occupation: Infiltration and counter espionage

Bio: Alexander grew up on the wrong side of town, not like there is anywhere sane in most of the country. He quickly learned how to lie, how to diffuse impossible situations, see through lies, but most importantly he learned how to fight. He never had much of a family, his mother was a drunk and his father tried hard, but couldn't hold enough income for the family. When he was 15 he was chosen for a special program issued by the military, he jumped at this, despite his father's protest . They taught him how to improve all of his abilities. He was one of the best in his training platoon. After 3 years of intense training, he was finally admitted out of the training program. After a year in the field he has learned many more tricks of the trade. He can now go undetected on a mission, as well as proficiently wield dual hand guns and long range rifles. His current assignment is to hunt down any spies working in the country.

[I think we can start this one seeing how we have 5 people ready and raving to go. LETS DO THIS~!]

(Lol, I was actually gonna say something about starting this soon. I guess great minds think alike! If only we were all in the same country though, it would make having our characters meet so much easier xP)

Beata wanders about the town of Matamoros, slowly but surely making her way towards the train station. She would have just gone there right away, but something held her back from boarding the speeding bullets, passing by her in dull silver flashes. Something held her in the town by the sea, the sun pulsing in the sky, as if expanding by the minute, the reflection off the ocean getting brighter and brighter as the seconds tick away. Precious seconds she would never get back; precious seconds that had stolen away the future of Matamoros in a burning flame, the colossal fire having burned down the entire town and even the few nearby ships. So now it’s a farming community, huts here and there but nothing much. Still, Matamoros has an invisible hold on Beata, binding her to the ocean’s side, watching her sway with a loose partner, following her command as she whisks it away, back to her.

Rip van winkle was sent on assignment to various locations. At the moment she was on her air craft carrior, sitting on the deck of her ship, "The Adler", singing Der Freischütz, The ship was currently on route to the Gulf of Mexico, as she sat singing her men under her comand scurried about the ship tending to their duties, their oreders came from her major, the orders state: create chaos and war, weather they be German or outher nationalitys.

Beata takes a deep breath of ocean air and heads back to the middle of town, remembering that she forgot to lock the front door, and everyone knows that you shouldn't leave anything unlocked around these parts, or really, any where now days. This statement proved itself to be true once again when Beata got home to find her house in shambles. Sighing, she shifted through the things on the floor to see what was missing... A silver bracelet and some money. At least it wasn't too much. So, instead of spending her afternoon peacefully or even being helpful, Beata cleaned up and locked the door, whether she was inside or out.

Amai hummed softly as she walked passed the Washington monument. Her eyes seeming to glisten as she hummed along to a lullaby her mother used to sing to her, "Winter's Sleep" is what it was called. She let her eyes flutter closed as she walked past large groups of tourists, flashing a cute smile at some of the people as a way to tell them they are welcomed to Washington. Her hands placed behind her back as she watched other people intensely. Those she watched were all men in suits or checking their watches far too much, or at least they were in her opinion. She took a seat on a bench across from a large pond and let the sun glisten down on her skin.

Rip's carrior was floating into view of the coast line now, her men was scurrying about the ship getting ready for port, so she got to her feet and placed her musket onto her shoulder and said aloud to her self " I'm rip van winkle, tinker talor soldier salor, my bullets punish all without distinction" she said this with a kind of blank face as she looked at the coast

She put on her sunglasses as she seemed to smile up at the sun itself. Amai crossed her legs and then let her head fall forward, looking at the men in suits once again, a small smirk playing on her lips as she noticed they were indeed U.S. Agents merely trying to be casual, though horribly failing at it. She put in her 'iPod' which was really an Initial Prototype of Oral Detection. Yet it looked like an every day iPod so that is what she called it. She set it to locate on the men and listen in on their conversation with ease. The smirk fading from her lips so no one would catch on to what she was doing.

Beata hears something unusual--the sound of a plane. Peeping out of the window, she looks up at the sky, watching the white wings of a plane fly overhead. Huh. Wonder who would possibly want to fly here? Beata thinks as she continues staring at the plane, letting her imagination wander to various scenarios.

A soldier walks up to Rip, he salutes her then states ''Mam! We are almost ready to Port!''
Rip looked at him from the corner of her eye and said in a mello tone ''bring the ship to a hault, we are ankering here.'' the soldier saluted and then said ''Yes Mam!'' he then ran off to the bridge to give out the orders givin to him

But something even more interesting strikes Beata as she looks out the window.Is that a boat docking here?! Beata thinks. Why would ANYONE want to come to the tiny town of Matamaros? It's so... inconsequential. A pointless journey really. Unless that person wished to enter Mexico unseen... Who would want that? Flipping that question to and fro in her mind, she decides that there's no answer for her if she just stays here wondering. So Beata heads off, in the direction of smoke and water.

The female listened to the conversation among the men and sent her subordinate a text message, stating the location of the president, the inward security level as well as any points of infiltration. As usual though, she wishes to go with her simple and most entertaining tactic, through the front door. A small smile plays on her lips as they began to move, seeming as if she is singing a song of some sort in order to help hide what she was truly doing. Once the text was sent she stood up and began walking off, away from the monument and toward her home, hoping that her job wouldn't be too easy this time around. Amai yearned for a true challenge but never could find one.

A soldier ran up to rip and saluted, she nodded so he then began to speak" mam.. We are now ancerd" she the looked At him and smiled "good work, Now I would like a boat ready for launch to shore" he nodded and said "yes mam!" he then ran off tward the sern of the ship and had a small moter boat lowerd down into the water, and when that was finished he came bk and told her it was done, rip then walked tward the stern and walked right off the edge of the ship, she fell down face forward tward the small boat, seconds before she hit she fliped and landed on her feet in a crouch position, she then stood and walked to the controles and ramed the throughtle forward at full speed, sending the boat speeding forward tward the coast

Standing at the water's edge, Beata closed her eyes and let the wind wash over her, as if waves, and she's the beach. Having a strange feeling that something's coming, Beata stays put, only moving when a Seagull threatens to poop on her head. She admits to herself that she really does love those birds, but like any other regular person, she's not a big fan of poop falling on her head.

She began singing her fav song as she was speeding tward shore on her moater boat, her rifle on her shoulder and her hair flying backwards in the wind

Thinking she saw something in the distance, Beata squinted her eyes and leaned forward, falling into the water just for a better look! "Holy shit, it's cold!" Beata screached, rapidly moving away from the water. Looking down when she got to the far end, near a dirt road, she noticed that the bottom of her dress was wet. Knowing better than to stay out with a wet dress on, Beata headed home yet again.

A small laugh emitted from her lips as she walked toward her apartment, ignoring the tourists and their guides everywhere. Her hair flowered behind her as the sun's rays beamed over her and the people, brightening the day and reflecting from the pure white monuments. Her breathing was calm as she observed everyone she passed by with her shades on, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed that most of the guides were just under cover, looking for any spies in the area.

Rip's boat speed strait tward the beach, her boat ramed up onto it sliding to a stop on the sand, she then turned the boat off and jumped over the edge landing on her feet on the ground, she giggled to herself as she walked up the beach tward town, her musket on her shoulder, she wonderd what kind of fun she would have here

( oh btw she speaks German, not very much English, so when I type English words like " hello" it's realy in German unless I state in parenthesis outherwise )

(Thanks for the heads up =] )

Hearing footsteps behind her, Beata glanced behind her. What she saw seemed extraordinary to her, weird, unusual; one of Germany's top soldiers! Beata recognized her from the television. It was hard to forget a face such as hers, paler than the reflection of the moon on the water, with hair and eyes the color of obsidian. Indeed, this was a face Beata remembered. But why on Earth would she be here? Wondering this, Beata stopped in her tracks and turned around. She would just have to ask, there was no way around it.

Rip seen a woman infrount of her, she payed no heed to her it's not like she was a threat so she kept walking forward, she thought of the mission the major gave her, she was soposed to go to every port and start war, her major loves war. So her men were instructed to come to land when they see the destruction has begun.