Application
Soooo, I just saw that you can have two characters, and since we're still missing quite a few, I figured I'd take advantage of that. This is Corey/Walter, btw.
*~Application~*
MUN Name:Corey/TK
Age: 19
OOC Journal:
Contact Info: Tokaji Kyoden(aim)
REQUESTED CHARACTER
Name: Major Max
Character Journal: Major_Mad_Max
Character AIM:
Sample RP Post:
The Major stopped watching the print out on the screen for a second and took a deep breath. How could one not enjoy that scent on the air? The smell of death, the smell of war, the smell that Major Montana lived for. Oh, and sent his men to die for, of course. He looked over his shoulder, where Lt. Zorin was reclining against the radar console.
"My dear Blitz...Do be a good leutenant. I am growing bored. Bring me the traitor, will you? I am dying to interogate him." He said in his always pleasent manner. The Major never got angry, never got upset, never raised his voice. He never saw the need. We all lived to die, and he was perpetually facilitating that most basic of processes. So what was the point of getting angry when people were still dying?
He gently readjusted the swastikas on the cuffs of his gloves. "Schrodinger, have our troops demolished those glorious revolutionaries yet?"
The Majors ideal of war lead him to one conclusion many years ago. If you would fight, then do so, and fight well. It didn't matter to him what the cause was, there was no right nor wrong, there was only war, and the stronger fighter. The revolutionaries were only mildly talented warriors, and sub-par tacticians. However, they still provided mediocre sport for the Major and his men. Oh, what a glorious day to wake up and fight from breakfast to supper!!! Major Max grinned, there was no better life than this.
*~Application~*
MUN Name:Corey/TK
Age: 19
OOC Journal:
Contact Info: Tokaji Kyoden(aim)
REQUESTED CHARACTER
Name: Major Max
Character Journal: Major_Mad_Max
Character AIM:
Sample RP Post:
The Major stopped watching the print out on the screen for a second and took a deep breath. How could one not enjoy that scent on the air? The smell of death, the smell of war, the smell that Major Montana lived for. Oh, and sent his men to die for, of course. He looked over his shoulder, where Lt. Zorin was reclining against the radar console.
"My dear Blitz...Do be a good leutenant. I am growing bored. Bring me the traitor, will you? I am dying to interogate him." He said in his always pleasent manner. The Major never got angry, never got upset, never raised his voice. He never saw the need. We all lived to die, and he was perpetually facilitating that most basic of processes. So what was the point of getting angry when people were still dying?
He gently readjusted the swastikas on the cuffs of his gloves. "Schrodinger, have our troops demolished those glorious revolutionaries yet?"
The Majors ideal of war lead him to one conclusion many years ago. If you would fight, then do so, and fight well. It didn't matter to him what the cause was, there was no right nor wrong, there was only war, and the stronger fighter. The revolutionaries were only mildly talented warriors, and sub-par tacticians. However, they still provided mediocre sport for the Major and his men. Oh, what a glorious day to wake up and fight from breakfast to supper!!! Major Max grinned, there was no better life than this.