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ORPG ~ Uprising ~ TheCrazyWriter

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
Name: Veronika Belyakova
Age: 25
Appearance:

Personality: Veronika has always been very curious. When something’s up,she wants to know everything there is to know, and she won’t take no for an answer. She can’t stand not knowing things, so lying to her is probably the worst you could do to her. Even withholding information and little white lies are like high treason to her. She also tends to be quite impatient, especially now that not only her life, but the lives of her family and the rest of the group are threatened every day. She’s no interest in standing around and waiting to see what will happen, she’s far more likely to go out and investigate herself. She doesn’t like being held back in her curiosity. When you try to stop her, she’s actually more likely to go out - she’s stubborn like that.
As she was born and raised during the revolution, she’s almost used to her life constantly being in danger and she never tries to make it seem better than it is, she’s too realistic for that. In addition to that, she’s never been a stranger to weapons. Her father was a smart man and as realistic as she is, and he realised that she’d have to be able to defend herself properly. Because of that, she was able to not only train others to defend themselves, but also join one of the teams focussed on fighting against the dragons. She’s worked herself up to quite a high position, but she doesn’t flaunt with it. Even though she knows what she’s capable of, she doesn’t usually brag. She doesn’t talk that much anyways. When she’s with her family or others she really trusts, she usually does loosen up.
Extra: Her family fled from Russia to England when she was seven, as the attacks of the dragons in her hometown became increasingly more frequent and dangerous. She’s lived in England ever since and her English is quite good, but she never really lost her accent. Something she also never lost, is her love for the family’s Borzoi, a Russian wolfhound. They took her with them to England, but she eventually passed. Veronika still has one of the pups though, Psovaya, who never leaves her side.

Anoniem
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TheCrazyWriter schreef:
Name: William Caldwell
Age: Born in 4681 (77 years) - 26 in human years
Humanform:

Dragonform:

Personality: A stubborn man who prefers to make his own rules, instead of listening to others. Though, he does know when to listen and obey. That is one of his traits that makes him such a reliable teammember. He takes his tasks very seariously, but doesn't hesitate to break some rules if necessary. Thereby, he makes sure he doesn't put others at risk with his, sometimes reckless behaviour.
When he is not on a mission or in another life threatening situation, he changes back to his stubborn self, that doesn't hold back if it comes to sarcastic and witty comebacks. Probably the reason why most people would describe him as a little bit cranky and he kind of agrees with that. Though, he would rather say he is just honest and says it as it is. It's not his fault that some people are good at making stupid comments.
History: He was born in England as a free man, but eventually the humans found out what he truly was, a dragon. They captured him in 4694, at the human age of eleven, and experimented on him for more than fifty years. When he finally escaped, he fled to Australia, hoping to stay away from the frontlines of the revolution. Though, when the dragons took the revolution to a whole other level by completely destroying The Netherlands, he returned to England so he could join the human resistance in 4755, pretending to be one of them.
Now he is the second-in-command of a rescue team, that brings others to safety whenever there has been another dragon attack. Usually he is one of the people keeping an eye out and he always makes sure that no-one is left behind.
Extra: He has this amazing British accent. Oh, and he is a dragon, in case you hadn't noticed yet.

Anoniem
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TheCrazyWriter schreef:
The first thing I noticed when I started to wake up, was the tingling feeling I felt in the tips of my finger. It felt a bit funny, not natural. However, it was even weirder to see a white ceiling when opening my eyes. I couldn't remember falling asleep in a room with a white ceiling?
"He's awake," a female voice said. She sounded a little bit surprised, or was it fear I heard?
Then all of a sudden more people started to speak, not letting each other finish their sentences. Panick, it was definetely panick. But why? What was going on?
I tried to get up and that was when I started to feel the pain in my arm. The first seconds it was still a pain I could bare, but it seemed to get worse by the second. Even when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did and soon I started to scream.

With a jolt I sat upright and then all the white was suddenly gone. The people had magicly dissapeared and so did the pain, even though the memory was still fresh. Confused I looked around me, but it was too dark to see anything. My hand found a light switch and the lamp next to my bed shined bright, making it possible for me to see the room I was in.
It had grey walls and was filled with a small bed, an old closet and, ofcourse, the lamp I had turned on. I recognised it and finally figured that the people, the pain, it had been another nightmare. It had been one of the many nightmares I knew.
With the comforting thought that it had only been a dream, I got up and got dressed. Staying here wouldn't get me any further. I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep again and I wasn't planning to waste my time in this stuffy room.
Sadly enough, breakfast wouldn't start till 7 a.m. and training would only begin after that, which meant I had two hours left to fill. The resistance might sound exciting and all, but believe me, half of the time you were left with some boring tasks, because there just wasn't anything useful to do. Though, anything was better than staying in thar dull room.
Trying to avoid other people, I ended up strolling down the great labyrinth that some called 'efficient'. At first it wasn't very hard to stay away from the crowd, as there wasn't really one. Most people were still in bed and others were probably too busy with making new plans and organising everything. But when breakfast approached, more and more people got out of their rooms and made their way towards the great hall. It got more difficult to avoid everyone and at a certain point it was even inevitable that I would walk into someone. That it was Alain - not only someone I knew, but also the leader of the same team I was in - was a bit of a downer however.
He barely greeted me and immediately started off with a story about another rescue team that might be in trouble. Apparently it hadn't come back yet and they hadn't heard from them for a while either, so of course everyone was thinking the worst, optimistics… Anyway, the point was, we had to check up on them which meant that we had a new mission and thát meant: barely time for breakfast.

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
As usual, I woke up to soft knocking on the door. Well, to be fair, the knocking didn’t wake me up as much as the dog barking at it. My dad picked me up from my room every day, but Psovaya never seemed to get used to it. I propped myself up to my elbows when the door opened. The dog, not quite realising how big she really was, jumped up to meet my dad, who was caught by surprise and almost stumbled back into the hallway because of Psovaya’s weight. I quickly called her back and sat up completely now. I greeted my dad while petting Psovaya’s long, soft fur. After a small exchange about breakfast, my dad left again, and I quickly got dressed. With Psovaya by my side, I made my way through the by now crowded hallways to the great hall, where breakfast would be served. The dog was greeted from people everywhere. Pets weren’t allowed in most cases, so Psovaya was quite popular around here. The fact that I got to keep her probably had something to do with my dad, who had become more and more important for the resistance. Anyway, Psovaya loved the attention. The wagging of her tail always brightened up my morning, even the most ridiculously early ones.
After a slightly too extensive breakfast, I had to hurry to my first appointment of the day. I was supposed to teach multiple classes today, as there weren’t any missions for my department at the moment. When I got to the shooting range, I was greeted by approximately ten young faces. Dad always told me how terrible it was that children of that age already had to learn how to defend themselves and use guns. I was used to it though, and it had never really bothered me. When I noticed the nervous expression on the kid’s faces, I tried my best to smile reassuringly.
“Everyone is here, yes?” I asked, before walking towards the table with the guns. The kids mumbled something I took as a yes, and I picked up a gun.
“My name is Veronika, I will be showing you how to aim properly today, using those.” I gestured to the targets behind me. While loading the gun, I noticed that the kids were still looking almost afraid and kind of just standing there.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Grab a gun and load it! You have done this before, haven’t you?” That seemed to wake them up, and as I told them to, they stepped up to the table and started loading the guns a little clumsily. I helped the ones that needed help, but most of them were fine on their own. After checking if all the guns had been loaded correctly, I was about to explain some more about aiming, when I was abruptly interrupted. Two men had walked in and gestured for me to come over. I told the kids not to touch anything while I was gone, worried they might accidentally shoot someone, before walking over to them. The one that introduced himself as Alain I’d seen a couple of times before, but never actually spoken to. The other one I did know, he also taught some classes and we’d worked together a couple of times.
“We have a little bit of a situation,” Alain said, to which I rose my eyebrow, urging him to go on. Apparently a rescue team had gone out on a mission earlier and they hadn’t heard from them since. They wanted to send another team to see if anything had gone wrong, but they needed more people.
“I case you had not noticed, I’m kind of in the middle of teaching a class here,” I told him, slightly annoyed. There were so many trained resistance fighters walking around here, so why did they have to bother me with this?
“I know, that’s why I brought Thompson, he’ll take over your class. Now, let’s go, we have to leave, and hurry up a little, would you? We don’t have much time.” As much as I hated being spoken to like that, I followed him anyways. It would probably be more interesting than teaching children how to aim a gun anyways.
Once we got there, Alain basically shoved some sort of rifle in my hands, pointed towards some jeeps and told me to find some guy named William. Great. The place Alain had pointed out seemed to be as crowded as the halls this morning, if not more crowded, and I was supposed to be able to find some guy I’d never even heard of. Just great. Eventually I had to stop someone and ask, which helped a lot.
“You are William, yes?” I asked the man the other one had directed me to. His name felt weird to pronounce. W’s were always difficult to say, but I ignored it and continued: “I am Veronika, I’m here to help out the team.” I held out my hand to shake his, and smiled a little. I hoped he would be in less of a rush than Alain, as I still didn’t quite know what was going to happen. These sort of missions weren’t really my thing, I usually just went on the attack missions. Oh well, I guess a little variation couldn’t hurt.

Anoniem
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TheCrazyWriter schreef:
Within half an hour I was ready to go. The only things that still had to be done, was to pack the needed medicine, food supplies and extra weapons, and put them away in the ten jeeps that were already waiting to be loaded. Next to that, there were also five vans that could each carry up to eight people, the driver excluded. It might sound like a lot, but knowing the team excisted out of no less than 35 people this time and that we would probably be going home with even more, it didn't seem to be so much anymore.
I was one of the first people there and immediately started helping the others with loading the vehicles, while giving orders to keep the chaos at a minimum. Alain, the leader of the group, was constantly getting more people and bringing them here. Therefore he was more away, than around to give orders and as a second-in-command it was my job to fulfill his task as a leader while he couldn't.
Just when I was about to close the back-cover of sixth jeep in line, I heard what felt like the umpteenth idiot question this morning. You would say that people would know your name after being in the same team for almost three years and it's not like it is such a difficult name either. Though, when I looked up it didn't appear to be anyone of the team, not the original team at least. Even more surprisingly, it appeared to be someone I didn't even know, which suddenly turned her question into kind of a logical one. But it was her explanation that made me remember that today's team didn't excist out of the regular 25 men. It totally slipped my mind that our team would be strengthen by another 10 extra men, as they, apparently, expected to find some sort of catastrofical situation in France.
"Well, we're almost done here, but I guess you could help Lisa out. She is somewhere at the end of the line, making sure those jeeps are ready to go," I said, confriming I was indeed William, and shook her hand. "Eh, short, bossy, with a small scar on her face. You'll know her when you see her. Tell her I send you." It might not be the best description I had ever given, and probably not the nicest either, but Lisa was the kind of person that you could recognise from a mile away. She would probably have no trouble at all with finding the girl.
"Alright, I'll go find her, thank you," she said and it was only then that I actually noticed her accent and started to put the pieces together.
"You don't happen to be Russian, do you?" I asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. It couldn't be possible that this girl, was the same little girl that had helped me for all those years ago. Though, when she confirmed that she did originally came from Russia, I knew it had to be and that totally disconcerted me. For a few seconds I just didn't know what to say or do, how to simply react at that. It was weird to know that the girl I owed my life to was standing right in front of me, after I hadn't seen her for more than twelve years.
Eventually I forced a friendly smile upon my face and got myself together again. "Anyway, good luck," I decided to say. "And nice to meet you."

Azelf
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Azelf schreef:
Maybe his description wasn’t as vague as Alain’s pointing had been, but is sure as hell came close. I couldn’t help but get a little frustrated at the men. Sure, I was the one that accepted this job – well, sort of, I’m not sure if you can call being dragged away ‘accepting’, but I didn’t protest against it – and complaints probably wouldn’t be appreciated, but really, they could’ve at least tried to help the newbie out. Would actually showing me who I was supposed to find next, or maybe even introducing me to them really be too much to ask? However, despite my slight frustration, I managed to stay polite, while trying to convince myself he was surely busy, and I’d find her. Hopefully.
I was about to turn around and find the next person, when William said something else. I smiled back at him, and said: “I am, actually. It’s the accent, is it not?” After a short silence, I told him it was nice to meet him too, and then set out to find Lisa. All I had to go on was that she was short and had a small scar. Just when I was thinking about how long that search could take, I noticed a woman yelling at two frightened looking men, who had to be at least four inches taller than her. She was short, had a small scar, and she was obviously bossy. I smiled when I realised William had been right; I knew her when I saw her. For a moment I considered waiting until she had finished shouting, but by the look on her face I could tell that I would be standing here for a while if I were to wait for that, and so I walked towards her.
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt,” I started, trying to get Lisa’s attention, which, surprisingly worked, as she turned around to look at me, face still red from anger.
“What do you want?” she snapped, and with one glare she made clear to the men to buzz off.
“You must be Lisa, yes? William sent me, he said you’d have something to do for me.” She’d raised an eyebrow at first, but William’s name seemed to get her to relax a little.
“Start loading in those boxes,” she then simply stated. “Well, don’t just stand there, get moving!” I was rather taken aback by that. Maybe it was normal over here, but I wasn’t used to being spoken to like that by my own team, not even when we were in a rush. That’s the great thing about being new, you gotta earn some respect all over again. As I walked towards the boxes she’d mentioned, I smiled to myself. I’d love to see her face if she would ever have to go on one of my missions. Attacking a dragon base was a little different from these rescue missions, she probably wouldn’t last a day. The smile was gone as soon as it came though, as Lisa had apparently decided I would need supervision. I hadn’t even realised she was still standing near me when she began shouting something about being careful with the boxes and how I had to keep the right side up. I thought Alain and William had been frustrating with their descriptions, but her nitpicking right next to me was far worse. When I was getting to the point where throwing some punches seemed like a decent idea, William showed up again.
“Are you guys almost ready? Those are the last boxes, right?” he asked, to which Lisa didn’t shout for a change, but just nodded. When I put that last box in the truck, he said: “Alright, then let’s get going. Veronika, you’ll be in the same van as I am. Come on, I’ll show you.” Glad to be able to create some distance between Lisa and me, I followed Will.
“So, what exactly will we be doing on this mission?” I asked, as no-one had found the time to tell me yet. I just then realised I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Sure, I knew they were going to check on the mission team, but they probably wouldn’t need this many people if it were just a check-up. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to know for sure, right?

Anoniem
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TheCrazyWriter schreef:
When the last boxes were loaded, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that the boxes were so heavy, some maybe a little, but it was one after another. Everytime I thought to be finished there was yet another box. Though, this time we were ready for real, which meant we could finally get our asses out of here.
I made sure that every 'new' member was accompanied by at least one, preferably more, of the original team, so there would always be someone they could go to for any questions. After all, there were always some slight differences between the various teams.
Just for a moment I thought the end of the packing still wasn't near, when I saw more boxes standing next to one of the jeeps. Luckily it were just a few and the two persons loading them, Lisa and the new Russian girl, were working fast. Or maybe I should say, Lisa made sure that the Russian girl was working like a horse. Knowing Lisa, that didn't even surprise me.
My question was being confirmed by a clear nod from Lisa and that was all the encouragement I needed to get everything going again. I quickly told Lisa she could join the last jeep in line and told the Russian girl to come with me. We would take one of the vans that stood in the middle of the line, which meant we had to walk back to the front a little. Luckily, it wasn't as far as it seemed to be.
"Didn't anyone tell you yet?" I replied to her question. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed that she had already been informed by Alain, but it seemed kind of logic that she knew what she was getting herself into.
"No, they seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry. Apparentlt they didn't think it was necessary to explain," she said, sounding kind of offended. Couldn't blame her for that, though. I mean, I would be annoyed too, if they hadn't tell me anything.
"Well," I started, while getting on the driver's seat, "for starters, we're going to France, which is pretty awesome, if I may say so. We hope to find the other rescue team there, but to be honest I don't think there is much hope that we will, at least not alive. I mean, they would have find a way to let us know, if they had been alive. So whatever we'll find there, it won't be pretty. That is probably why they send so many people. Everybody is expecting to find the worst and they don't want to take any risks."
The vehicles in front of us slowly started moving and I knew the ones behind had already started the engine, ready to follow the others. In the short silence that fell, I started the van and got it going after the others.
"Veronika was it, right?" I asked and saw how she nodded when I took a short glimpse at her. "You've ever been to France?"
"I have, actually. Well, not really. I mean, only on missions. Does that count?" she said almost immediately. Though, halfway her answer I could hear some hesitation slip into her voice.
Along with her accent it made it sound kind of cute and I couldn't help but smile a little at that. "Only if you want it to."

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