WW2

[Farewell]

So it's ww2 you all know the deal!! It's war soldier!! so get to work!

Name:

Age:

Role:

Weapons:

Alliance:

Backstory:

Good luck to all!!!

[SadDubwool]

Name:Jacob (J.L) Locus


Age:20


Role:G.I Soldier


Weapons:M1 Garand,Winchester M12,M1905 bayonet,Colt Official Police


Alliance:America


Backstory:Jacob was a happily raised by Charles and Z locus,he was eventually drafted at 19 and has been a soldier for one whole year,hasn't been at the front

[Farewell]

 Name: Zaida Miranda

Age: 18

Role: engineer, medic, soldier

Weapons:FP 45 liberator, M1 Garand, M2 carbine, M3A1, Lewis Gun, Winchester model 70, Ithacha 37, Mk.2 hand grenade.

Alliance: 'Merica!

Backstory: all her life she lived in the military base, her father then past away in war when she was 15. Sadly not able to become a general so her dads good friend took his place and was a fatherly figure.

[SadDubwool]

(Lets get this started)

[Farewell]

(Alright) Zaida was in base as she laid under a jeep humming while fixing it up as oil dropped from it.

[SadDubwool]

*He silently smokes a cigar seeing if theirs any transmissions on a Ham radio*

[Farewell]

All the radio did was other soldiers telling codes to one another some rookies goofing off.
Zaida continued her fur staining brown oil and she coughed a bit.

[SadDubwool]

*He types a report on a typing machine as his dug out leaks a bit*

[Farewell]

Some group of rookies walk back into base of course acting cocky and silly.
Zaida rolled her eyes and slide out from under the jeep watching them and sighed shaking her head. She was usually quiet not a type of social furry. She just watched them walk off and she grabbed a wet rag wiping her face off.

[SadDubwool]

"Could ya' dumbasses keep it dow'?"*He says in his southern accent*

[Farewell]

A couple shut up immediately but one replied. "Why the hell should we? Your not the boss"
Not in the mood Zaida the. snarled a bit and stood. "No but my father was the original general of this god damn place and when luke passes away it's going to be my turn so get back to your positions of gaurding in Baghdad" she growled.
They looked at her for a bit before mumbling and walking off.

[SadDubwool]

"Its called being a sergean'...."

[Farewell]

"I don't really care what it's called I got other things on my mind." She slide back under the jeep huffing as oil still dropped a bit

[SadDubwool]

"i wasn't talkin' to you"

[Farewell]

"Ugh sorry I haven't got sleep my mind is a bit pooped" she huffed. "Been working day and night, just drains me..."