Welcome to the Rangers! [PG-16][ADV][Started, Not Accepting]

[Spartan919]

[spoiler=[b]Plot[/b]]

"Welcome to 'Nam, boys and girls! I'm your Sergeant, and right now that's all you need to know about me. Let me be the first to congratulate you on your decision on joining the Rangers. You'll find out that that was the best decision you could make here in 'Nam. I hope you've all got enough crap in your heads to keep you alive for your training, because trust me, you will need it!" Looking at the five soldiers that stood before him, the Sergeant shook his head.

 

It is the year 1969, and the rumors that the War in Vietnam is close to ending has been nulled. As new soldiers who have just been 'shipped' to Vietnam, you immediately sign up for the in-country Ranger training: three weeks of intense drills and calisthenics and six hours a day in a classroom learning protocols, tactics, etc. Now, just as you finish your training, new intel comes in.

 

A massive NVA fire base has been discovered on the outer reaches of Vietnam. As it happens, there are not enough grunts to send in, so your newly formed squad has been selected to infiltrate and destroy it. You are also told that there is expected to be massive resistance; hundreds of Vietnamese regulars are expected to be defending the base, and patrolling in a ten mile radius. General Pong Tau, and a small squad of personal bodyguards, has also been rumored to be in attendance, and, if possible, you are to capture him.

 

 

[spoiler=[b]Rules[/b]]

1.) All Advanced Clause rules apply.

2.) I will scrutinize your applications harshly, so work hard on them.

3.) Only I can make events, such as enemies attacking, happen.

4.) I will only be accepting a small amount of people, so apply fast.

5.) No GODMODDING

6.) All YCM rules apply

7.) Mild swearing allowed

 

 

[spoiler=[b]Application[/b]]

[Erase Everything in Brackets]

Name: [First and last required, middle optional]

Age: [Must be at least 18; no older than 32]

Rank: [Only Private to Corporal please. I am the exception as I will be the squad leader.]

Role: [Nothing overpowered. Choose rifleman, automatic gunner, radio operator, medic, etc.]

Main Weapon: [No Custom Weapons, and no overpowered weapons, e.g. rockets or grenade launchers. Things like assault rifles (M-16, AK-47, etc.), machine guns (M-60, etc.), and sniper rifles.]

Appearance: [Description of four or more lines required. Images acceptable, but description of at least three lines must be included. Do not worry about clothing, as we all wear the same uniform]

Personality: [At least three lines please]

Biography: [What your life was like before you joined up. At least five lines]

 

 

[spoiler=[b]My Application[/b]]

Name: Michael James Stratton

Age: 26

Rank: Staff Sergeant

Role: Team Leader

Main Weapon: M-16

[spoiler=[b]Appearance:[/b]] Michael has a large, muscular body; he is six feet, three inches tall, and weighs 200 pounds, which is all muscle. His arms are thick, but not huge, and his legs are likewise. His hands and feet are all in proportion to the rest of his body size, giving him a 'scary-ass' appearance. He has high cheekbones and a sharp chin, giving him a slightly menacing look. His short brown hair, thick eyebrows, and tanned skin only add to his imposing appearance. He has sensitive, deep, dark blue eyes, and a nose bent, showing it was broken in the past.

 

[spoiler=[b]Personality:[/b]] Michael may seem to be a harsh, unforgiving soul at first, but all it takes is a little time and commitment, and anyone could discover the soft interior that resides inside him. He is actually quite a big softy, or at least as soft as a seasoned soldier can be. He will do whatever it takes to keep everybody in his squad alive, no matter what the objectives are; unfortunately, this hasn't always worked out. He is also determined and stubborn, never giving up and never stopping until the objectives are completed.

 

[spoiler=[b]Biography:[/b]] Michael grew up in Boise City, Idaho. Though not many people knew the place, everyone there knew Michael. He was the friendliest, most helpful child in his neighborhood. When he went to school, he found that he loved it, but like something was missing. In middle school, he began to get a small idea what that missing thing was, but he never really knew until high school. In high school, he had a special presentation about World War II by a veteran soldier. It was at that presentation that Michael realized what it was that he was missing: a purpose. So as soon as he could, he packed up his gear, and headed off to military camp. He trained to be a Ranger and a helicopter pilot, and, in the summer of '67, was shipped to Vietnam. There, he was quickly put into a squad. He went on seven missions with that squad, and by the end of the seventh, he was the only remaining soldier from the original squad. He was awarded a Bronze Star, and promoted to Corporal. He continued serving for another eight years, until he was promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant, and made the head of his own Ranger team.

 

 

 

[spoiler=[b]Accepted[/b]]

[spoiler=[b]Spartan919/Michael James Stratton[/b]]Name: Michael James Stratton

Age: 26

Rank: Staff Sergeant

Role: Team Leader

Main Weapon: M-16

[spoiler=[b]Appearance:[/b]] Michael has a large, muscular body; he is six feet, three inches tall, and weighs 200 pounds, which is all muscle. His arms are thick, but not huge, and his legs are likewise. His hands and feet are all in proportion to the rest of his body size, giving him a 'scary-ass' appearance. He has high cheekbones and a sharp chin, giving him a slightly menacing look. His short brown hair, thick eyebrows, and tanned skin only add to his imposing appearance. He has sensitive, deep, dark blue eyes, and a nose bent, showing it was broken in the past.

 

[spoiler=[b]Personality:[/b]] Michael may seem to be a harsh, unforgiving soul at first, but all it takes is a little time and commitment, and anyone could discover the soft interior that resides inside him. He is actually quite a big softy, or at least as soft as a seasoned soldier can be. He will do whatever it takes to keep everybody in his squad alive, no matter what the objectives are; unfortunately, this hasn't always worked out. He is also determined and stubborn, never giving up and never stopping until the objectives are completed.

 

[spoiler=[b]Biography:[/b]] Michael grew up in Boise City, Idaho. Though not many people knew the place, everyone there knew Michael. He was the friendliest, most helpful child in his neighborhood. When he went to school, he found that he loved it, but like something was missing. In middle school, he began to get a small idea what that missing thing was, but he never really knew until high school. In high school, he had a special presentation about World War II by a veteran soldier. It was at that presentation that Michael realized what it was that he was missing: a purpose. So as soon as he could, he packed up his gear, and headed off to military camp. He trained to be a Ranger and a helicopter pilot, and, in the summer of '67, was shipped to Vietnam. There, he was quickly put into a squad. He went on seven missions with that squad, and by the end of the seventh, he was the only remaining soldier from the original squad. He was awarded a Bronze Star, and promoted to Corporal. He continued serving for another eight years, until he was promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant, and made the head of his own Ranger team.

 

 

 

[spoiler=[b]TheFinalFan/Daniel M. Andrews[/b]]Name: Daniel M. Andrews, Medic

Age: 20

Rank: Corporal

Role: Medic

Main Weapon: AK-47 stolen from dead corpse

Appearance: A young man with sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses, and a skinny appearance. He had on a helmet too big for his head, and a standard uniform, which was kept as immaculate as possible. He usually carried a slightly smaller backpack, and plenty of medical gear, because he's a medic. He also has an AK that he managed to pry from a dead VC's hands.

Personality: Daniel doesn't like fighting. He never wanted to be in the war, and never will. He is probably the grimmest and most depressed medic you will ever meet. He can be nice, but most of the time he's just cynical and bitter, only doing his job because he has to. He is also a neat freak and a germophobe.

Biography: Daniel was the model student, graduating every level of school at the top of his class, having all sorts of honor bestowed upon him, and even getting into Harvard to become a doctor. Life was absolutely pleasant...until the draft came along. Daniel spent a year avoiding the military until he lost a high-stakes poker game to a certain Sgt. Stratton. He was then sent to boot camp, and managed to worm his way into becoming a medic, a decision he regrets to this day. He hates Vietnam due to all of the nasty creatures and poisons and diseases, but he has to live with it.

 

[spoiler=[b]Social Slayer/Bridger Rolands[/b]]

Name: Bridger Rolands

Age: 24

Rank: Private

Role: Marksman/Sniper

Main Weapon: Polish Alex bolt action sniper rifle

Appearance: Bridger has flowing medium length hair which is never accepted in the military, but he gets by. Sunk deep in his vanilla toned skin are a pair of deep sea green eyes. A short length nose protrudes above his soft pink lips. Bridger wears a dog tag, like most soldiers, but his doesn't have his information. It says "Here lies the future ~ The past is mystery better left untold ~ and the present a story always left unwanted". He often carries his lengthy rifle on his back. His basic uniform matched those of the others, except for the patch over the right breast on his camo jacket that depicts a sniper rifles sight(s) with the word "AIM" in the center. This shows he his a sniper.

Personality: Bridger has always been a bit on the quiet end, but he can be an animal when necessary. He is usually in a good mood, nothing downs him. He is very 'alone' in a way. Being a sniper he kills multiple men everyday without them knowing who there killer is, which can mess some peoples heads up, so he goes blank. He removes his emotions from the playing ground. Everything but pain at least. He quotes 'a wise man' alot by saying "Being naive enough to ignore pain is impossible."

Biography: Bridger grew up just the same as every other average kid. Normal parents, 5 year old car. Simple house, common clothes. Low grades, huge hormones. Everything was so normal. Come eighteen, Bridger had nowhere to go. He wasn't accepted into a single college, because he didn't enroll anywhere. He didn't have a job, or money for that matter. Figuring his life was average enough already, he joined the army like every other deadbeat teen. Nothing was unique, not until he realized his talent in accuracy. Pinpoint, on the dot, money every time. He could nail targets out of site with a low range pistol. His ability to locate things and stick his shot was incredible. He became a sniper, using the talents wisely. His training sergeant questioned him. If he was that accurate, why use a sniper? He could use a machine gun and take out more men in a shorter period if he was so stunning with aiming. He didn't care. Sniping was fun.

 

[spoiler=[b]Magnet Soldier/'Nick' "Boomer" Smith[/b]]Name: Nichothodes 'Nick' Smith(Nicknamed Boomer)

Age: 24

Rank: Lance corporal.

Role: Heavy weaponry, Explosives, Anti Tank/Bunker buster.

Main Weapon: M16A1 attached with a M-203, 40mm Grenade Launcher. M-79, 40mm Grenade Launcher(AKA A Thumper). Swiss army Knife. Ten rounds of ammo for M16A1. Ten grenades for M-203 and ten for Thumper.

Appearance: At 6 foot 1, he is very tall. Tall enough to prove that he is an Explosives Expert. His is quite muscular and slightly frightening. He has three big scars over his right eye, because of a knife fight with a russian soldier. He is slightly tanned and has dark brown hair that is sometimes mistaken for black. His eyes are dark forest green.

Personality: He is cheerful and loves to travel, but also has the contrast of being cool, calm and collected. Nothing seems to phase him. He loves hand to hand combat, but specialises in Explosives, mainly long range and Anti tank.. He is merciless and ruthless, but also kind and friendly to his fellow soldiers. He loves to see things explode, and usually mutters to himself afterwards, "Boom, boom" Earning him the Nick name of Boomer. He never winces at anything.

Biography: The son of a General and a Medic. He was born on the frontlines and had his first gun, a Cal .38, when he was five. He is an Expert in Warfare and Weaponry. By the time he was 16, he was enrolled into the Rangers academy(Obviously with a few good words and a few threats by his father), making him the youngest ever recorded. Of course, some sneaked in at his age, but rarely did they ever enjoy it and they usually died soon enough. He didn't. He show natural talent (And passion) for explosives and Destruction, and was sent to this particular squad. He quickly rose through the ranks to become a Lance corporal, and wishes to progress past that stage. Someone once asked him why he liked his job, blowing things up, he said, "When I see people, my enemies, fly into the air, I like to laugh at them. Not because of anything funny, It's because they never expected it." And he roared into laughter. Noone ever got what that meant. I doubt even he knew. But life went on, him killing many people a day.

 

[spoiler=[b]Hass Mac/Jeff A Williams[/b]]Name: Jeff A Willims

 

Age: 24

 

Rank: Corporal

 

Role: Radio operator

 

Main Weapon: M16

 

Appearence: Blond and wavey hair, deep sea blue eyes, has a scar on his neck, he wears his M16 on his back, has a big backpack filled with all kinds of lucky charms and things like that, wears a knife on his waist. wears a Peace necklace round his neck. He has shortened sleeves that he tore off with his knife, He is 1m 75 and is not too muscular, but not skinny, in between.

 

Personality: A very laid back kind of guy, but he cares for the people around him. He can someimes be a bit deppressive for reasons that no body knows about, people suspect that he misses his family. He is very sarcastic in ways that nobody understabds unless youve worked with him. He believes in karma: if you do something bad you get something bad, if you do good you get good.

 

Bio: A pretty normal boy until when he turned 18, his dad was coming back from work and he had a carcrash. From then on things went downhill. His mom left him because she couldnt afford to take care of him, and he heard that there was a group called the Rangers. So with his spare money he took his chances and went to Vietnam. He exceeded on front on combat, but prefers to be radio operator because he loves working with mechanics and before he started with front on combat he was the communication's officer.

 

[spoiler=JG/Kaij Kazuki[/b]]

Name: Kaij Kazuki

Age: 26

Rank: Corporal

Role: Tactical Advisor and Spotter

Main Weapon: STEYR AUG Scoped, G18

Appearance: He always has a very serious look on his face, with strands of long black hair often dropping down over the right side of his face. He is around 6'0", and is very slim, which is why he prefers to be sniping rather than in the action. He has icy blue eyes, which sometimes are scary just to even look at. A smile happens once in a while, but not often.

Personality: Always very serious, hardly ever jokes around. Has a very strong anti-smoking and drinking policy, because he wants his team/mates to be in tip-top condition. He is usually very rational, but if he gets mad, he could compete for the title "The Coldest Guy on Earth."

Biography: Kaij started off as an assasin working for the Japanese Yakuza, being the highest ranking sniper ever to have graced their lands, with a kill count of around 175. He was eventually captured by the CIA, and after killing 4 armed guards with a simple knife, the army realized his potential. That was 7 years ago. Now he's been promoted to Corporal, and has largely left his past behind him. But when he gets behind the scope... He is merciless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sergeant Michael James Stratton looked at the five soldiers who stood before him. They were a sad bunch. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath. "Alright, men, and women, I know you've heard this, but I'll say it one more time. You are in the Rangers now. You will move quickly and quietly. Do NOT move quickly and quietly, and you WILL be punished. Each of you has a special skill, and I am glad, for we will need those skills.

 

"Now, for our mission. A massive fire base has been discovered on the Northern edge of Cambodia. Since the GI can't take the heat, they're sending my team, in other words you and me, in instead. We will infiltrate the fire base, destroy it, and if possible, capture a valuable asset, and bring it back alive. Any questions?"

[JG.]

"Yes. When do we leave?" Kaij asked. He was standing next to Cpt. Stratton, being his right-hand man. He had nver been the patient type. That, and he was eager to test out the prototype of the weapon he had recieved, a Steyr AUG, with a scope. It was a mix between a traditional sniper rifle, and an assault. Basically, it was an assault rifle with a zoomable scope, but not as much as a real sniper rifle. He was lookign forward to working alongside Pvt. Rolands, one of the best marksmen he'd seen in a while.

[Spartan919]

((First, I'm not a Captain, I'm a Sergeant. Second, I just noticed: they didn't have Steyr AUG's back in the 60's (at least I don't think so). So can you either provide proof, or change that please?))

 

Stratton smiled at Kazuki's enthusiasm, but was also a little worried. Enthusiasm can be good, but too much is the stuff that can get soldiers killed. I hope this guy has the right amount of it, otherwise he's not gonna last too long. "Don't worry, Corporal Kazuki. We're not leaving for one hour, giving us adequate time to prepare for the mission. Now, this mission has a low survival rate, and I am unsure whether we will all make it out in one piece, let alone alive. Any more questions, people?"

[Hass Mac]

Jeff came running. "Sorry Im late, seargent, just a bit of trouble operating the radio back there" he said. he looked at the five people standing right beside him, he nodded. "where are we going?"

[JG.]

OoC: Oops, sorry. But yeah, I was thinking that too, but I'll go check. But that was the main reason I said it was a prototype. Lemme go check. *Goes to wiki* 1977 was the first model. I'll change it to a standard M16 then, since it also said that was the main weapon in the IRL Vietman War.

 

IC: Kaij knew that kind of look on Sgt. Strattons face. He had seen it more than enough times before. "I know what you're thinking. But trust me, once I get out there, I am rock-solid." Kaij fiddled with his Steyr AUG. "This sh*t doesn't work," he shouted frustrated and threw on the ground. "I'm gonna go get a regular M16. At least they work." He said as walked out of the room. His impatience prevailed again. But at least he himelf knew that he was solid while out there.

 

OoC: Just giving a reasonable exit for the Bullpup ;D

[Hass Mac]

Well, somebody's pissed[/s]Jeff thought, he gave himself a little chuckle. He looked at Seargent Stratton.I'm exited to work with him, I've heard that he's one of the best soldiers in the whole of Vietnam, Jeff thought to himself. He took his radio box and put it on his hip, and connected the headset to it. "Searg, what exactly is so important that we have to bring back from the FIRE base?" Jeff asked

[Magnet Soldier]

"Well, Jeff, who honestly cares. We're soldiers. We obey orders, and kill anyone in our way. Now, I presume that guy who walked out is our marksman. I'm the explosives man. Jeffs the radio guy. Now, who else is there?" Nick asked. He knew this Seargent, but was sure he wasn't something that could beat him. He knew he was imposing, and probably well known. "And, when do we get to kill the B*stards?" He added. He looked at the group around him. The searge looked like a tough guy, Jeff didn't look that much. Kaij looked wimpy, but Nick could tell he was a cold blooded killer.

[JG.]

Kaij studied the weapon rack, and eventually picked the M16 closest to the door. He didn't know why, but he's always had a sense for that kind of thing. "Not Marksman, Spotter." He said as he approched the group. "Nick, was it? Nice to meet you." He checked his equipment, but he noticed he was missing something. "Damn, anyone seen my USP? Eh, I probably left it on my bunk. Beep me when we're leaving, I'll get some rest and prepare."

[JG.]

OoC: Imma gonna bump this.