WWII the Pacific! (Jump-In, Semi-Advanced)

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    Please post a form and then jump in. You can be any role you want that is realistic for the campaign against the Japanese in WWII. Feel free to play side characters, Japs joining US forces, the local civilians, medics, lost Allied soldiers, or US soldiers. Even though women were only medics and other small roles in the military during WWII and were pretty nonexistent for the Pacific arena, this rp will allow female soldiers.


    Rules:
    All Feral Front Rules Apply
    Please make a form before Joining
    3 sentences at least per post.
    Be nice
    No more than three active characters at one time (a dead character is not considered active. Also, when you play an enemy without a form, it is not an active character)
    You cannot kill or seriously injure another player's character without their permission


    Form:
    Name:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Class: (civilian, medic, paratrooper, basic soldier, etc.)
    Nation: (U.S., Canada, England, Japan, Philippines, etc.)
    Appearance: (detailed description or pic)
    Personality (optional):
    Other:


    My 1st Form:
    Name: Lieutenant Aaron Bithwell
    Age: 39
    Gender: Male
    Class: Lieutenant
    Nation: U.S.
    Appearance (detailed description or pic):

    Personality (optional): n/a
    Other: he fought in WWI and is back to train and fight in WWII's Pacific battles.


    Act 1:
    Location: a navy military base in Hawaii


    Lieutenant Aaron Bithwell woke early that morning. It was his first day to train and whip the new recruits of his units. He'd read about the Japs and their vicious methods of fighting. As a result, he was determined to train his men to be brutal and skilled in combat. He looked at the alarm in his quarters. It showed 4:30 A.M. In just 30 minutes, the first soldiers at base would get a rather unwanted awakening. He quickly dressed and smiled. The challenge and the fun were about to begin.


    navy ranks:
    http://www.navy.mil/navydata/ranks/officers/o-rank.html

    Name: Nadi (River) Carlisle
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Class: soldier
    Nation: U.S.A.
    Appearance: Red short, straight, hair, rough -ish white skin, crystal blue eyes.
    Personality: N/A
    Other: Immigrated from Ireland.

    Nadi had been awake since the day before, he was writing as best he could in the light of a candle. He looked up in thought, how he missed his mother, but what would it matter? Soon enough he'd be gone and off to fight, the chances of dying were 1 to 10. The only thing he had going for him might've been luck, if anything of the such did exist.

    ((Question, I'm interested in this thread. I was wondering when exactly in the war this was? Is this like, before Peleliu, Okinawa, Midway, etc.?))

    Name: William Greene
    Age: 26
    Gender: Male
    Class: Commander
    Nation: U.S.
    Appearance:
    Personality (optional): A dedicated soldier with experience in the military, William believes that the ends justify the means, and no sacrifice is too big for the cause. He is willing to sustain heavy casualties in order for a tactical victory. While this may make it seem like he's a not-so-great guy, it's due to his patriotic nature and drive to win the war and bring an end to the destruction.
    Other: Nope



    Another day at war, another day of more strenuous training and exercise for those under his command. The world went on and on around them, people moved on, families grew, cities developed, but they were stuck in a separate reality. A reality where they were under constant risk of an attack. A reality where the people they cared about were miles away, forced to be apart of the US war machine in one way or another. And so was life for the soldiers stationed in the Pacific. Some of them chose to be apart of this reality, while others were forced into it by societal pressure or the draft. Whatever the case, they were under his command now, and he was ready to lead them through this war.

    ...time passes by 30 minutes...


    "Up, up, up, up. Room inspections in 10 minutes. Get out of your beds and hurry up," Lieutenant Bithwell shouted at the men he was over. The few there were had mostly been sound asleep. Some had arrived at the base late the last night. However, Bithwell didn't care. They were about to face the Japanese soldiers and he had to get them ready. If they weren't, more American soldiers would die, the U.S. might lose the war, and most would not have any chance of getting back home alive. "I said get up," Bithwell shouted at a guy who had put his pillow over his head.

    Commander Greene was already outside, waiting for the Lieutenant to round up the soldiers. They had to have a strong set of soldiers if they wanted to make up for the damages to the Pacific fleet they had suffered after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and this was it: The future of the Navy, ready to be sent to the slaughter house after training. They would face relentless resistance, but they knew what they signed up for.

    ((It's fine. I mean, most of the fighting was amphibious in the Pacific so we'll have Naval support on our side. Does this mean we'll be skipping out on the Naval battles though?))

    ((not necessarily. It just means we will be playing mostly from the view of the Marines. What we could do, if you'd like is do both. The Marines and Marine chars in one color and the Navy in another color.))

    ((I'm fine with just playing marines, doing both could complicate things, or just be boring since Navy characters wouldn't do much until an actual Naval battle))

    Name: John Fisher
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Class: PFC Marine
    Nation: Minnesota, United States of America.
    Appearance:
    Personality (optional): He's just a kid, and he didn't want to fight until Pearl Harbor. Know he eants vengeance for the lives lost in Hawaii. Loyal, but a little cowardly. He's extremely soft and easy to push around, but he will mess sh*t up if he gets pushed to far.
    Other: Hi!



    John pulled the pillow away from his face at the Lieutenant's shout. The PFC let out a tight groan of discomfort as he sat up. His face was tired. John felt pretty sour at being yelled at so early. Reminded him of his mother and the happy old days of school. In contrast, he and the surrounding soldiers would be running to their own demise. Probably.

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    Name: Bridget Elizabeth Williamson
    Age: 18 years old
    Gender: Female
    Class: nurse
    Nation: United States
    Appearance:A lovely girl with pale, dainty skin. She has forest green eyes with tinges of gray around the outer iris. She's tall and thin, having been a dancer for her local company in her youth. She also sports dark brown hair that curls naturally at the ends.
    Personality (optional): Bridget is a gentle girl, unfit for war, but an excellent nurse nonetheless. She's very quiet and follows her orders gracefully.
    Other: saved hundreds of lives during Pearl Harbor


    Since Pearl Harbor, Bridget had been moved to assist the pending battles brewing in the Pacific. She was told, "You've done what you can here, but you're needed somewhere else. Somewhere that requires more urgency."
    So now she's here, on a Marine base, where? She couldn't remember. Most of the soldiers were barely out of high school. Others married with children on the way or brand new fathers. Few who were grandfathers.
    She looked down at her book that she had brought with her: Uncle Tom's Cabin. Her great- great grandmother had been a nurse during the Civil War for the Union, and she too had carried this book with her when she was moved all over the country.

    ((welcome to both of you. I'm glad to have you aboard.))


    Lieutenant Bithwell stepped outside. He had a couple other cabins to awake and he, frankly, didn't want to watch them prepare for inspection. He walked toward the nest cabin and lighted a cigarette. He smiled as he breathed in the smoke and looked at the sky. There was a beautiful sunrise up and it was beyond incredible to look at it. However, it would be one of the last beautiful mornings he's get to see before the war. He, then, marched straight into the next cabin and gave them the same rude awakening he'd just given the last one.

    Bridget took it upon herself to take a stroll- goodness know this would be one of the last times she would be able to inhale fresh air. War was not kind, and it was not gentle. Coming out of the medic's cabin, she stretched, then straightened up when she spotted Lieutenant Bithwell. "Good morning, sir," she offered a friendly smile as she fell into step next to him.


    glad to be here o;

    John watched the other soldiers in the cabin getting ready. He sighed, rolled his shoulders backwards and stood up. He rubbed his eyes with a curled fist to wipe the lethargy from his face. The PFC pondered whether he would see these men and women again.