Post by josiah on Jul 16, 2009 15:55:04 GMT -6
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Name: Captain Josiah Ira Dervey
Age: 37
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 156 LBS
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: June 6th, 1887
Place of Birth: Yorkshire, England
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: N/A
Physical Description:
Josiah Dervey has blue eyes, black hair, and a thin face. His hair is cut short to keep it from his face and so it fits neatly in his helmet. He has a small, fashionable mustache and a lean physique. In his eyes people can see the emotional pain, his strong will, and his occasional gentle demeanor.
Personality:
Josiah is a tough, hardened soldier. His four year tour of duty on the Western Front of the Great War and his training has given him much courage and leadership skills. He does not take no for an answer and expects all of his men to fight with the same courage he projects through his duties.
Medical History:
Josiah is in perfect health, never having any major medical problems.
Classification: Infantry
Sub-Class: British
Money: $70
-$39 Webley Revolver
-$4.25 .455 Webley (60rds I rounded the cost)
-$27.80 .303 British (200rds)
(I am -$1.05 I hope that is not too much trouble.)
Occupation: Officer
Personal History:
Josiah Ira Dervey was born in Yorkshire, England on the 6th of June, 1887 to a wealthy professor and his wife. He was an only child until 1889 when his twin brothers were born; Paul and Carlisle. He grew up loving his brothers unconditionally. At the start of 1912, Josiah was accepted into the Royal Military Academy. There he trained to be an officer.
By 1914, he had completed his officer training and basic training. A few months later he was tasked with leading a platoon of conscripts in the British Expeditionary Force. His unit's first assignment was to rendezvous with French forces at Charleroi, but the German Army had other plans. A German Force was advancing at Mons, and the British Infantry Corps was there to meet them. Josiah's platoon had preformed bravely and Josiah himself had carried back three wounded men during the retreat a few days later. For his brave actions, he had been awarded the Victoria Cross.
On September 6th 1914, Josiah and his unit met up with French forces at Marne. There he showed his expert leadership and courage in battle. He was part of the Infantry Corps that closed the gap with within the French Army's flank. After bloody fighting and heavy losses and nearly four days, the German Army retreated and Josiah was given a promotion to Lieutenant.
After two years of heavy fighting and seeing horrible things, it was March of 1916 when Josiah finally got leave. One of his brothers and three of his cousins had just been drafted. As a result, Josiah spent three days in a bar and a whore house to fight off the deepening depression he was getting. He finally return to his family home where he heard his brother had just signed up for the French Air Force. He pleaded with his brother not to, for he had seen the survival rates in the air force.
After a week, he was put back on the front line. After a few more months of fighting, he was assigned with another infantry unit in preparation for the Battle of the Somme. On July 1st, 1916, a gruesome battle ensued, and Josiah saw the very worst of it. He had recently been promoted to executive officer of his company and he was the one who had to blow the whistle for his men and he to move on to the battlefield in between the trenches.
For months he watched as his fellow infantrymen died and were brutally wounded. The stress was overwhelming, so he picked up smoking in an attempt to ease his nerves. After long hard months, the battle was finally over, but not the war.
Josiah participated in many battles, in none of which he was wounded. For some odd reason, he could never figure out no sniper or rifle man or artillery blast had ever wounded him. By the end of the war, he was promoted to captain.
In May of 1919, he transferred to reserves and spent the remaining days up until his call back into action as a response to the Infection training new recruits and working as a recruiter. His rank was reinstated when he was called back to active duty.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Military Training
Mastered Skills: Firearms
Superior Skills: Land Navigation
Minor Skills: Explosives
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Toughness
Mastered Abilities: Courage
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Speed
>Equipment on Person:
- British Infantry Field Dress
- Lee Enfield SMLE
- Webley Revolver
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .455 Webley Ammo (60rds)
- (5x) Boxes .303 British (200rds)
- Various Canned Foods
- (x2) Cartons of Cigarettes
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee Enfield SMLE
Caliber: .303 British
Location on Body: In hand
Modifications: N/A
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon: Webley Revolver
Caliber: .455
Location on Body: Holster on belt
Modifications: N/A
>Melee Weapon: N/A
Weapon:
Location on Body:
Sample Post:
Josiah stood behind the line of defense in Yorkshire. He had his rifle poised and aimed for the nearest undead. Shots were cracking all around him, the constant streaming of machine gun fire was just a dull noise, he had learned to tune out the noises in the Great War. He took aim for the slow, dismembered infected and fired. The bullet struck the mangled corpse in the head, its skull exploding.
Captain Dervey pulled the bolt on his rifle back and a shell popped out, he pushed the bolt back in and looked around. His men were running out of ammunition, some were down to firing with their sidearms, others sat poised with their bayonets ready. It was carnage, the infected wouldn't stop coming. They were breaking through slowly on his company's left flank.
"Retreat!" he screamed. The Non-Commanding Officers screamed it as well and the forty or so men left grabbed their rifles and sprinted for their lives toward the fall back position Josiah had mapped out before the line had been set up.
The line of beige uniforms sprinted, the sea of undead monsters behind them sprinted as well; those that could run anyways. A few of the undead were British soldiers with their guts hanging out or their throats ripped to nearly the bone. They had no machine guns with them, and very little ammo, but Josiah would be damned if his men would be slaughtered like this. He hoped for all of their sakes that the expected Air Force support would come before they were the next meal of the horde.
Name: Captain Josiah Ira Dervey
Age: 37
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 156 LBS
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: June 6th, 1887
Place of Birth: Yorkshire, England
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: N/A
Physical Description:
Josiah Dervey has blue eyes, black hair, and a thin face. His hair is cut short to keep it from his face and so it fits neatly in his helmet. He has a small, fashionable mustache and a lean physique. In his eyes people can see the emotional pain, his strong will, and his occasional gentle demeanor.
Personality:
Josiah is a tough, hardened soldier. His four year tour of duty on the Western Front of the Great War and his training has given him much courage and leadership skills. He does not take no for an answer and expects all of his men to fight with the same courage he projects through his duties.
Medical History:
Josiah is in perfect health, never having any major medical problems.
Classification: Infantry
Sub-Class: British
Money: $70
-$39 Webley Revolver
-$4.25 .455 Webley (60rds I rounded the cost)
-$27.80 .303 British (200rds)
(I am -$1.05 I hope that is not too much trouble.)
Occupation: Officer
Personal History:
Josiah Ira Dervey was born in Yorkshire, England on the 6th of June, 1887 to a wealthy professor and his wife. He was an only child until 1889 when his twin brothers were born; Paul and Carlisle. He grew up loving his brothers unconditionally. At the start of 1912, Josiah was accepted into the Royal Military Academy. There he trained to be an officer.
By 1914, he had completed his officer training and basic training. A few months later he was tasked with leading a platoon of conscripts in the British Expeditionary Force. His unit's first assignment was to rendezvous with French forces at Charleroi, but the German Army had other plans. A German Force was advancing at Mons, and the British Infantry Corps was there to meet them. Josiah's platoon had preformed bravely and Josiah himself had carried back three wounded men during the retreat a few days later. For his brave actions, he had been awarded the Victoria Cross.
On September 6th 1914, Josiah and his unit met up with French forces at Marne. There he showed his expert leadership and courage in battle. He was part of the Infantry Corps that closed the gap with within the French Army's flank. After bloody fighting and heavy losses and nearly four days, the German Army retreated and Josiah was given a promotion to Lieutenant.
After two years of heavy fighting and seeing horrible things, it was March of 1916 when Josiah finally got leave. One of his brothers and three of his cousins had just been drafted. As a result, Josiah spent three days in a bar and a whore house to fight off the deepening depression he was getting. He finally return to his family home where he heard his brother had just signed up for the French Air Force. He pleaded with his brother not to, for he had seen the survival rates in the air force.
After a week, he was put back on the front line. After a few more months of fighting, he was assigned with another infantry unit in preparation for the Battle of the Somme. On July 1st, 1916, a gruesome battle ensued, and Josiah saw the very worst of it. He had recently been promoted to executive officer of his company and he was the one who had to blow the whistle for his men and he to move on to the battlefield in between the trenches.
For months he watched as his fellow infantrymen died and were brutally wounded. The stress was overwhelming, so he picked up smoking in an attempt to ease his nerves. After long hard months, the battle was finally over, but not the war.
Josiah participated in many battles, in none of which he was wounded. For some odd reason, he could never figure out no sniper or rifle man or artillery blast had ever wounded him. By the end of the war, he was promoted to captain.
In May of 1919, he transferred to reserves and spent the remaining days up until his call back into action as a response to the Infection training new recruits and working as a recruiter. His rank was reinstated when he was called back to active duty.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Military Training
Mastered Skills: Firearms
Superior Skills: Land Navigation
Minor Skills: Explosives
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Toughness
Mastered Abilities: Courage
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Speed
>Equipment on Person:
- British Infantry Field Dress
- Lee Enfield SMLE
- Webley Revolver
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .455 Webley Ammo (60rds)
- (5x) Boxes .303 British (200rds)
- Various Canned Foods
- (x2) Cartons of Cigarettes
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Lee Enfield SMLE
Caliber: .303 British
Location on Body: In hand
Modifications: N/A
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon: Webley Revolver
Caliber: .455
Location on Body: Holster on belt
Modifications: N/A
>Melee Weapon: N/A
Weapon:
Location on Body:
Sample Post:
Josiah stood behind the line of defense in Yorkshire. He had his rifle poised and aimed for the nearest undead. Shots were cracking all around him, the constant streaming of machine gun fire was just a dull noise, he had learned to tune out the noises in the Great War. He took aim for the slow, dismembered infected and fired. The bullet struck the mangled corpse in the head, its skull exploding.
Captain Dervey pulled the bolt on his rifle back and a shell popped out, he pushed the bolt back in and looked around. His men were running out of ammunition, some were down to firing with their sidearms, others sat poised with their bayonets ready. It was carnage, the infected wouldn't stop coming. They were breaking through slowly on his company's left flank.
"Retreat!" he screamed. The Non-Commanding Officers screamed it as well and the forty or so men left grabbed their rifles and sprinted for their lives toward the fall back position Josiah had mapped out before the line had been set up.
The line of beige uniforms sprinted, the sea of undead monsters behind them sprinted as well; those that could run anyways. A few of the undead were British soldiers with their guts hanging out or their throats ripped to nearly the bone. They had no machine guns with them, and very little ammo, but Josiah would be damned if his men would be slaughtered like this. He hoped for all of their sakes that the expected Air Force support would come before they were the next meal of the horde.
