RP Thread? Thread - Red Alert 3 Paradox mod for C&C: Red Alert 3

A character RP, just for fun. Make your character and jump into the story. What is the story? We make that up ourselves! It's taking place in the Paradox World though. Bonus for keeping it not conflicting with canon, but if it's going to be interesting it would probably conflict in one way or another.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Hometown:
Occupation:
Short Biography:

Any suggestions on starting location and date? We should all be in the same place, for convenience's sake. USA, European Front, Sprawl are all obvious places.

broken arrows reorx

GearsGoAwryMan wrote: broken arrows reorx

I'm sorry but what?

I don't know, either.

We could also do RP with Talon, too. I'll probably join, but I'm unused to RPing anywhere except Goldshire.

Let's use the US, because it's the focus of the current release. Unless that's a bit too... Cheesy.

Blood-Russia-Mk2 wrote: Let's use the US, because it's the focus of the current release. Unless that's a bit too... Cheesy.

Sounds good to me. Anyone wanting a special state? Let's at least have it somewhere interesting - a city, not the middle of nowhere in Idaho or West Virginia.

New Jersey I can imagine is rather split over Rebel and Allied Ideals. On the one hand its close to Washington D.C so PK presence is high, but its also the turning point in the American Revolution, and I believe Cell 60 is based there, which both lead to strong rebel presence in the area as well. This way we can have people who support the Allies OR the Confederates.

(One of the missions in the campaign should be the rebels crossing the Delaware river)

Edited by: Protroid

Mmmhmm, New Jersey is good. It's also close to many other important locations. The only other really split areas I can see are the Great Lakes Area, a little boring, and overdone California. So I'm going to nail New Jersey if no one objects. Looking at a map, Pennsylvania could work too.

So, poll:

Trenton: 0
Newark: 0
Atlantic City: 0
Philadelphia: 0
Harrisburg: 0

I'll wait with voting. Poll closes Wednesday.

Trenton: 0
Newark: 1
Atlantic City: 0
Philadelphia: 0
Harrisburg: 0

Reasoning: Its somewhat close to New York city (although traffic around there is terrible) so we could have some events that happen in NYC aswell.

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Trenton: 0
Newark: 2
Atlantic City: 0
Philadelphia: 0
Harrisburg: 0

Trenton: 0
Newark: 2
Atlantic City: 0
Philadelphia: 1
Harrisburg: 0

Just to be alternative - and Newark might be too close to New York.

Also, shameless bump. :p

Awesomely unpopular poll closed. Newark, NJ it is.

Maybe I should have bothered to check who even wants to play. Oh well, I hope you guys join in.

Name: Alexander Green
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Hometown: Montréal, Canada
Occupation: Journalist
Short Biography: A journalist with dreams of fame who is stuck in a petty tabloid and confined to uninteresting articles across the border by his zealous feminist boss. Career-hungry, bored and aching for action in his futile life. Served for a year as a supply base guard.

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Newark was blessed with blue sky and sunshine on the 1st of July, 1969. Not far away, across the Hudson River, construction workers were finishing the massive rebuilding and modernizing of New York City, with the help of foreign technology. It was a relatively unsuspicious July day.

Alexander Green sighed. It was another boring summer day, and he was still forced to do boring articles about boring people to even have the slimmest chance of advancing his career. Wouldn't happen thanks to this one either. It was another fame-seeking teenager pretending she was the daughter of Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio - the third this summer.

As he drove his Volvo 122S down the road to the house where she lived, Alexander noticed a loud rally standing besides the road. They had become far more frequent these days, indeed. He wondered what they were up to as they screamed even louder...

"Down with the police state!"
"Give us liberty back!"
"Gun control is soul control!"

(Join in however you want to. Just make a good character who does not have to be involved with the rally in any way. It's probably better if he/she's not. We'll create the story as we go

Edited by: Tayya

Name: Bo Torre
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Hometown: Newark, New Jersey
Occupation: High School History Teacher
Short Biography: Fresh out of the 20 or so year old Rutgers University, Bo easily gained a teaching job in a large highschool in the Newark suburbs. He is currently teaching a summer class for students that either want to expand their knowledge in US history or students who need the class to pass.

"Well then!" Bo shouted, while the class immediatly silenced, before speaking again he straightend his Oswald The Lucky Rabbit tie. "That was the main stratagy used by the Soviets to attempt to bomb several American cities durring the 3rd Great War, which locations were revealed days later by Allied spies..."

"Mr. Torre!"

"Yes Mr. Arra?"

"I was wondering if you could tell us about Mount Rushmore." The student, senior in age responded.

"Rushmore?" Bo clarrified. " You know all I can tell you are crazy theories developed by the government behind..."

"But sir, you said that you went there durring the time"

"What really did kill Ackerman?" Another student asked.

"Where were you when he was shot?"

"Was he really a maniac?"

"No he was not a maniac Lisa." Bo responded while searching for a slide show of the former monument. When he found it, he placed the slides in a slide projector and dimmed the lights. He pushed a button. The first slide, a map of the area, was shown on the wall. "I was in a study group around here at the time" he said pointing to the screen. Allied military personell came out of nowhere and forced us to vacate the area, if I remember correctly I was nearly shot by a trigger happy peacekeeper"

The slide changed, now to a small town. "We were sent here" he continued. "Nice place if I remember right. Either way we as well as a few others were sent to a hotel that was at the moment being used to protect civilians on the field."

"What about the president?" another student asked.

The slide changed, the new one shocked many of the students. It was an Allied commander that was shooting the president. "I was lucky to get this shot. It was that commander who shot the president. His last words were America, I have failed you" The lights returned.

"Unfortunatly thats all the time we have for today. Your homework for the long July 4th weekend is to create a paper on a current event, due the 9th we return. Class dismissed."

The students, and later Bo exited the room. As he was locking the door he noticed a flyer on it. It had a circle, with 13 stars around the rim. He picked it up and looked at it. Confederate Revolutionaries it said, as well as a lot of Anti Allied propaganda. He read the first pharagraph. He then took the flyer, stuffed it in his coat pocket, and left. He knew one thing. All Hell was about to break loose.

Edited by: Protroid

((I'll eventually join up, but right now I've too many things going on IRL to worry to RP something))

Its ok. Join whenever you want!

While I've never done an RP thread like this before, it looks interesting.

I might attempt it if I think of something.

Name: Max Hunter III
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Hometown: Halls Creek, WA, Australia.
Occupation: Former Allied Officer
Bio: One of the least Allies friendly regions (after some parts of the United States), is the inland areas of Australia. Because most of the Allies efforts in Australia have focussed on the more populated coastline, the Allies polocies have had little effect on the inlanders. Many citizens in these parts know very little, or ocassionally nothing at all, about the events taking place in far off Europe; and those who do know tend simply not to care.

One family who did care was the Hunters. Living on an enormous cattle farm, deep in the dry northern desert; this family was more attentive to the affairs of the outside world than others.

Max Hunter, just like his father and grand-father before him set off to fight in the current war as soon as he could; and was quickly promoted in the ranks of the Peace-Keepers due to his skill in combat taught to him by his father. Upon reaching the rank of Captain, he showed great skills of leadership on the European front. However, after the ceasefire; he was Court-Marshalled for his frequent ridiculous punishments (involving a shotgun blast to the leg). And demoted and sent to the United States to help control the Rebellion. Needless to say, the Anti-Allied feeling of back home gave him the urge to help rebels gun down his whole unit, and join the Confederates.

Edited by: Blood-Russia-Mk2

Name: Pascual Frost
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hometown: Sydney, Australia.
Occupation: Elite Special Forces Commando
Bio: Born into a militaristic family, Pascual grew up in various parts of the world. At the age of 18 started a mercenary unit, the "Black-wing Bandits", which ended tragically after 1 mission. After the failure of the "Bandits", Pascual was approached by CIA operatives, he agreed to work for them but soon got bored. He later joins the Allied army and becomes top Commando of his unit.
Pascual had just finished another mission, the take down of the Egyptian terrorist group and waiting for the evac team to come and get him from the pyramids. When the evac team arrived, he boarded the helicopter but instead of being taken to the nearest allied base, the helicopter takes him to a battleship in the Mediterranean, with a very distinct Confederate Revolutionaries symbol on the side.

disregard this then

Edited by: Commander_Frost

Commander_Frost wrote: Name: Pascual Frost
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hometown: Sydney, Australia.
Occupation: Elite Special Forces Commando
Bio: Born into a militaristic family, Pascual grew up in various parts of the world. At the age of 18 started a mercenary unit, the "Black-wing Bandits", which ended tragically after 1 mission. After the failure of the "Bandits", Pascual was approached by CIA operatives, he agreed to work for them but soon got bored. He later joins the Allied army and becomes top Commando of his unit.

Pascual had just finished another mission, the take down of the Egyptian terrorist group and waiting for the evac team to come and get him from the pyramids. When the evac team arrived, he boarded the helicopter but instead of being taken to the nearest allied base, the helicopter takes him to a battleship in the Mediterranean, with a very distinct Confederate Revolutionaries symbol on the side.

Hi,

Welcome to the Paradox Forum! You're new, am I right?
A tip is to make your character able to get involved with the others, so we can move the story forward coherently. Also, the story takes place before the Revolutionaries are organized, and they would most likely not have a battleship in Europe. Also, a commando might be out of place among the civilians - note might, it depends on how well you and we play. Just saying, since I think it might be difficult to do.

Have a good stay anyways.

I'd say he would be better as a Delta Ranger trying to recruit people into the rebellion.

Name: Clarence Wellridge
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Hometown: Davis, California
Occupation: Doctor
Bio: Born to a lower-class family in the midst of the Great Depression, young Clarence grew up in an era when increased governmental regulations and spending pulled the country out of misery....and when World War 2 started, the then 16 year old Clarence lied about his age and joined the army. After finally getting to the battlefield, he realized fighting was nothing like what he'd read about in videos or watched in the newsreels at the theaters, and his talents instead became devoted to helping heal his fellow soldiers. After getting out after a nasty arm wound (later had to be amputated at the wrist), he used newly developed Allied soldier education committees to go back to school, from which he soon entered the medical field. He then went back to the battlefield in World War 3, fighting on the European front against the Soviets as a civilian combat doctor, and was one of a select few chosen to aid Warren's forces when he went against the mad President Ackerman. Losing an eye in that fight from a panicking Ackerman loyalist, he's been able to get some improved biotics from the now-peaceful Empire of the Rising Sun's immigrant doctors. Now currently touring the east coast.

OOC: You can either find me an entrance or I can make one myself.

(To coming joiners - we want women!)

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The interview was what he expected; completely stupid. Of course she was a fake, like the others - she looked far older than fifteen. Returning the same way he came from, Alexander looked at the gas meter and realized that he was desperately needing more fuel. Taking a detour to the nearest gas station, he passed a school where students were preparing to leave. 'Poor souls' he thought, 'having to endure school even in a day like this.'

When he was approaching the gas station, Alexander noticed commotion and looked for its source. Astounded, he found the rioters from before occupying the fuel station; apparantly tearing down the price signs. He parked the car opposite the station and went up to one of the protesters.

"Excuse me, why are you occupying this gas station? I need to tank my car." Alexander asked a young woman with short, red hair.
"The Allied oppression steals our money when buying gas! So we're taking the station over, and handing out the gas for free! No more robbery and usury!" she responded enthusiastically in a Southern accent.

Ignoring the illegalities in the situation, he thanked her quickly and went back to the car to drive it over and fill it with gasoline.

An elderly man had seen the events unfolding, and being a well meaning citizen, he dialed an emergency call from a payphone nearby.
"Hello? Police... There's a disturbance at the gas staion on Boston and 13th... They have taken over the whole street!..."
The old man was cut off by an enormous, dirty, shirtless man with a tire iron. The man drew the tire iron back, ready to strike but though better of it; he was only an defenseless old man. He then struck the body of thetelephonee repeatedly until it was disfigured.
"Hey! We gonna have company here real soon!"

Forgive me for commenting, but that sounds more like a Soviet revolution. I will use spoiler text if I do this again.

Really? I was inspired by Greenpeace-style actions and protesting.

Perhaps I forgot to think about every group that would join the Confederacy and automatically viewed this as their core members.