Name: Peter Eiffel Rank: Flieger Age: 32 Height: 184 cm Weight: 77 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green
Planet/Station of Origin:
Planet New Berlin
Background Information:
Born in a small city, nothing really exciting happened to Peter. His life was average, his schooling was average, his food was average. How he talked was average.
He followed his father's footsteps into the family restaurant business, becoming a cook. He actually enjoyed making the dishes of food. He would regularly go out and greet whoever was going to eat his food, serve them himself and make sure it was to their liking. He liked to make sure things were perfect. He wanted things to go... above average.
Slowly, Peter started to notice that the restaurant became a little too perfect. So much that it became. Average. Frustrated with this, he began to work on other things to keep it off his mind, like going to the gym or studying. Slowly, his lack of attention of the restaurant caused it's downfall. His old man died, leaving it to him. As the new owner and not caring for it, it went under. Without a proper income any longer, Peter jumped from small job to small job, getting frustrated with each new one. He finally ran out of options until he got to the Military. He joined planetary militia first and under went basic training there.
The militia was strict and demanded it's officers to be near perfect, and he enjoyed it as he did cooking. Slowly, he noticed that the militia started to slack, as not a lot happens planet side. A simple notice was made to his unit that anyone wishing to join the Rheinland Military would be given a retirement plan should they retire, and he decided that was the way to go.
« This damn clock alarm sounded like a radar locking alert ! »
Shouting insults to the poor electronic device now seems to be what you are on about…
This is the morning ! An other one again. Horrido !
You woke up today and never felt so tired. Even more tired than few hours before when you finally reach your quarters. Exhausted, you are grasping the little of energy that you had left and jettisoned yourself out of, what it seems at this time, the only place in the whole planet where it feels warm and innocent, your bed. As you are ready to leave your place, you depict this begining day as one those mornings where cold and dim are as intense as infinite. In your mind you are cursing :
« Its like spring will never come again on this planet ! »
Today, you arrived 5 minutes late to work. That verdamnt ship canopy just wouldn’t open due to ice. As you entered the office building, the semi-robotic receptionist reminds you how late you are. In your thoughts, you are shouting :
« If you, dumm toaster, have anything to add, i’m going to unplug you ! »
But in a relentless and noble way, you carry on silently to your office. You say to yourself that anyway this morning was already as hell before arriving to work.
While entering your office, you notice that your mailbox is filled with new messages and that the intercom has already rang 59 times.
« Great ! » You say in an absolutely non-sarcastic way.
« After all, it is only 6 am. »
Deeply inside, your instinct tells you to head for the coffee machine
While drinking what seems to you like 3 time used filtered of erzats coffe you are still emerging from your short sleep. As your eyes seems to dwell around in the office they decide stop on the republican newspaper. You read ; « Gallic Prince visits Rheinland… » « Daumann Subcontractor CMB finishes base in Koeln »… « New Daumann base in Munich !... » « Gefreiter Fuchs heroic actions revealed… » « Hessians are once again pushed back… ». Etc… Does it feel like yesterday again ? That strange feeling overwhelms you. Yet, you put yourself together, strongly minded as you are, and begin today’s work.
While busy working, you decided to take a short break as work is progressing at a good pace. In order to cool down a bit, you feel like looking at the window to admire the white frozen landscape of Neu Berlin. It is still snowing outside. Snowflakes seem huge to you and attract your sight. That spectacle of slowly falling immaculate uncolored dots is really calming you and makes you forget this bad morning in an instant. You are telling yourself that this is a magical moment, and those moments are really precious and rare on war times like nowadays
When suddenly :
- FREIWILLIGER BENEDIKT_AMELRICH REPORTING FOR ENLISTMENT !!! –
What appear to be the aggressive noise of a shouting man right next to your ear, violently strikes you out of your daydream. Still shaking by the quick synthetic insuline kick off produced by the military reflexes enhancers inside you, you try to understand what just happened. As you look around you, you see a man standing in front of you, obviously saluting you with the military way, but with the wrong arm... You also recognize immediately the uniform of the Sekundär. However, that man is still wearing his combat flying helmet.
Now that you get the whole picture in front you, the first thing that comes to you mind is what in Sirius is this energumen ?
« Who the frak are you ? » you kindly asked.
- huh…FREIWILLIGER BENEDIKT_AMELRICH REPORTING FOR ENLISTMENT !!! –
« Arh ! Gott damn it ! In only 3 meters from you !
- JAWOOOOHL ! shouted he after a brief moment of hesitation
Now you are wondering if this recruit realize that he has to speak louder in order to hear himself speaking while wearing a helmet or if this recruit is just the numbest one your ever encounter.
So with the well known professionalism of the first Rheinland fleet, you replied after a brief moment of despair and solitude :
« Get this helmet off your empty head, Jetzt ! »
Rightaway he executes the given order and you see the face of a man with grey blue eyes and golden brown kicked-out-of-bed haircut. Tall of 75.2 inches and quite skinny for a weight of 165 pound.
The remote DNA authentification confirms that he is well Benedikt Amelrich. born in 791 in Augsburg Orbital Colony. No enhancement had been add to his body at all and he has no criminal record whatsoever.
Further analysis of your Enhanced Altruism Analyser Device of your brain reveals that fear, stress and anxiety are the main current feeling that this man is now experiencing.
« I see the Sekundär sends us their best brain today ! Gott this war is going to be long… »
As the Zero G flexible 3D holo-plasma screen of your desk starts to display his dossier, your lynk’s eye is already reading. Very quickly, you realize that this spoiled son of a wealthy artist is just like every other spoiled rich’son. Someone with only two left hands and a huge ability to be unuselessness.
Yet something bothers you : If this type of people is quite common to be seen among the richs, it is yet not common to see one coming to enlist himself and especially one coming from the Sekundär fleet. You therefor ask straight away
« So Freiwilliger, something to prove to yourself ? »
Immediately after this question, you sense a change in the recruit’s behavior. His look seems more deep than before. After having asked permission to speak, you let the rookie enlight you about his story.
It is man’s story without challenge or danger. Without Ideal or combat. A shallow and empty life as Benedikt depicts it.
To the question, why have you enlisted in the Sekundär previously, he replied : A man without Ideal should not diserve to live. He add that this statement has remained unchanged for his RM application.
« So you’re looking for some adventures in the RM so your little idealistic tortured sorry heart can feel it exists ? Is that it fresh meat ? You are just stupid! Get the frak out of here. Maybe we’ll contact you. »
As Benedikt Amelrich leaves the room, he salutes you, but this time, it was the right arm.
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-Ship Class: Wraith
-For how long have you been playing on Discovery Freelancer RP 24/7 ?
2or3 years
-What made you come play on Discovery Freelancer RP 24/7 ?
Privateer2 The Darkening
-What other characters do you have on the Discovery Freelancer RP 24/7 server?
DHC|CMB|-Bou_el_Mogdad
DHC|CMB|-Le_Super_Etoile
DHC|CMB|-Scraptrap
RNC-Nurburg
Administrator of Bergbau Depot in Koeln
-What OOC reason do you have for joining the RM?
Testosterone
Name:Sam Kramer Rank:Flieger Age:18 Height:6'10" Weight:184 LB Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Hazel Green Planet/Station of Origin:Planet Nuremberg Background Information: Lived on Planet Nuremberg for the first 8 years of his life, was the only son of a Rheinwehr father and civilian mother. Early life was worth nothing of note as his father was just stationed there to patrol the nearby space around the planet and the rest of the family just staying on the planet. At 8 years old his family was transferred to Planet New Berlin. One of Sam's neighbors on New Berlin was an old 80-Years War vet who captained a Rheinland Cruiser in the waning years of the war. The vet told Sam many old stories about the war and his service in the Rheinwehr. This inspired Sam at an early age to become a career Rheinwehr servicemen when he grew up. He requested his parents to send him to a military preparation school at age 15. There the school taught him various things from the history of the Rheinwehr to how to fly fighters. Now at age 18 he is signing up for Military Recruitment. His Father is now currently retired from service.
Basic Personality Traits:Patriotic. Well trained but Inexperienced, as he has no true combat expertise beyond minor skirmishes with petty criminals and simulations in Military Preparation School. Quiet and rarely says anything more than necessary. Learns Quickly as well.
Discovery Forum Name: Anubhav Kumar
Name: Klaus Hentschel
S.K.Y.P.E designation(//username): anubhav2303
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 148 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet Holstein, Frankfurt
Background Information:
Born on Planet Holstein, Klaus graduated the University of Frankfurt. His dad being a Military Officer, knew the adventure so he always encouraged him in joining the Rhineland Military. His father was then transferred to Planet Hamburg. Klaus always admired the Officers that every morning took off Hamburg, in their Wraiths or their Valkyres going for their duty.At the age of 8, his dad, for the first time, showed him his Wraith. It was a delight for him and from then he always wanted to fly one.
Klaus followed his Father's footsteps when he turned 16, and joined the Combat Flying School.
He scored a 1st Division Grade and topped in the accuracy department. Teachers saw a great promise in him and eventually asked his family to consider him to join The Rhineland Military.
So, after passing from the Combat School, he has opted for joining the Military.
Basic Personality Traits:
Klaus, is a good man, and is full of honesty and loyalty. He has a great Bonding-in-the moment type humour. Klaus can almost always be seen smiling, and having fun..
Age: 30 years Height:6 feet and 5 inches Weight:183 pounds Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Blue
Planet/Station of Origin:Planet Hamburg, Hamburg system.
Background Information:Michael Schmidt was born on planet Hamburg in a medium sized city and raised by both of his parents. His father, Andreas Schmidt, who was an engineer on several rheinland battleships, freelancer for Daumann and since a few weeks, official employee of Daumann Heavy Constructions. His mother, Sabine Schmidt, is working at his side for this time, as she was an engineer for the Rheinland Military aswell and now the co-pilot of the Puttgarden, the transport of Michaels father.
In his childhood and his teenage years, Michael grew very interested in the Military. After successfully finishing his school education, he gained his flying license for shuttles and light/heavy fighters. Immediately after, to get some money, he applied for the small, rather unknown security corporation „Stahlschild Security Agency“. Eventually, the agency went insolvent and he had to leave.
His parents advised him to join the Rheinland Military, and he finally did so. He was accepted and a Wraith fighter was provided. He was transferred to Battleship Altenburg in the Dresden system as fighter pilot of the tertiary squadron wing.
In the process, he destroyed a few hundred hessian rookie ships, and almost one hundred solar installations constructed by terrorists.
A few months ago, his transfer to the 107. Sturzkampfgeschwader STUKA was accepted and he was assigned to the bomber squadron, along with a brand new Fafnir bomber and relatively new job. His objectives include a broad variety of jobs. He got to destroy alot of Liberty, Hessian & Corsair capital ships and of course enforce the trade embargo against Liberty in addition to - ofcourse enforcing the rest of the Rheinland law as usual.
Basic Personality Traits:Michaels attitude varies from situation to situation. Depending on the subject, he can be either rather quiet or talkactive. Sometimes, he might be too careful, especially when dealing with potential smugglers coming from Rheinland and going to Liberty without being an exception to the embargo. He tends to stay calm all the time, without exceptions. He's less an emotional, but in return even more an analytical person.
Age: 18
Height: 1.87 m
Weight: 163 pounds
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light Grey
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet Stuttgart
Background Information:When Dylan was growing up he stayed at home and when he had a small bit of muscle on him he began to spend most of his time helping at the docks with unloading cargo (he always admired the fighter ships coming and going) for the little amount of money he could get and only got a brief education from his dad after late shifts with the factories, Dylan had no friends he normally ran though the streets ,alone, and though the busy sectors to avoid muggings, just like his father taught him, the one day when he was 13 he got side tracked and headed straight into an alley and before he knew it he was surrounded by vagabonds, with nowhere to run Dylan clenched his jaw and raised his fists to fight, they laughed at him and he quickly got a back hand to the face from a burly man and was on the floor,then things got real confusing other men came out in uniform and quickly cuffed the vagabonds,he was lifted onto his feet he quickly dusted himself off in front of a man with combed back blonde hair and blue eyes who smiled at him and tapped him on the shoulder and said "leave the fighting to the real soldiers kiddo ", then the soldier escorted him home, Dylan's head bowed in shame for having to be saved, but he felt wonder with this Rheinland Military soldier and then he realized that, that is what he wants to be.
On his 16th birthday Dylan couldn't believe that he was running from home to join the military but was declined when he got there for being to young, grumpy he began to walk home thinking of an excuse for his dad, when he suddenly walked into a young man stocky about 19 years of age, he turned around quickly glaring at Dylan who mumbled apologies, the man laughed and thrust his hand forward to greet Dylan, "the names alastair, pleasure to meet you" his distinct accent marked him bretonian, Dylan quickly shook his hand firm and replied with "Dylan" Dylan's German accent in stark contrast to the Bretoinian's, this was the beginnimg of his first friendship which involved him in trade between Newcastle and New Berlin, Al loaned Dylan money to buy a freight and began to trade shortly he paid Al back and had fun making his own money dodging pirates together, one day Al wasn't where they normally met, so Dylan took it as a day off and started his way back to his apartment, when he rounded a corner and there was Al with his back to Dylan but talking loudly, "...We move the organisms today we don't have a big window make sure you have them on your ship", shocked Dylan ran to his freight and left he flew to New Berlin where he sold his freight and caught a lift to a RM battleship, he used his money to acquire himself a VH Fighter and kitted it out, after running a few missions for the military cleaning up as a third party he finally sent in his application to the military,
Basic Personality Traits: Strong follower of the law, talkative when there is something to talk about, merciful if i deem it necessary or if it doesn't infringe on the law.
Ship Class:
Playing freelancer discovery for 6 months +-
Friend told me to join him so i did.
Only one other character his name is P@tches
Grown tired of trading and need to dedicate my life to a cause and what better cause then a soldiers life serving with the great Rheinland military.
"You have ruled this galaxy for ten thousand years, yet have little of account to show for your efforts. Such failure must be depressing to bear as it is pathetic to behold."
-Imotekh the Stormlord
Name:Erich Meyer Rank: - Flieger Age:24 Height:5'8" Weight:175 lbs Hair Color:Brown Eye Color:Brown Planet/Station of Origin:New Berlin Background Information:The son of Professor Maria Meyer and DHC engineer Jürgen Meyer, Erich enjoyed a relatively privileged childhood. He grew up in the ritzy Spandau region of New Berlin with all the other children of industrialist and politicians. Erich attended the best boarding schools money could buy. The headmaster of the exclusive Evangelisches Gymnasium zum Grauen Kloster described Erich as "a driven, independent boy who is more calculating than a flight computer...a 40 year old man stuck inside an 8 year old's body". At the age of 14, Erich and his family relocated to Planet Stuttgart in order for his father to work on an urban expansion project. Erich knew that his father had served in the Rheinland Navy as a young boy, but he had never discussed it due to Erich being away at school.
Erich then attended the Universität zu Berlin getting a degree in mathematics. Upon graduation, Erich's father asked him what his plans were for his life. Erich did not know. He never thought about it. He knew he could follow in his father's footsteps and have a position at DHC. He knew that he would not even have to work at getting accepted into such a position unlike everyone else just because of his father's name. The thought sickened Erich, he did not want to ride his father's coattails. Erich wanted to make something of himself, though his own successes and failures. Jürgen suggested the Rheinland Navy as a place to do just that. Jürgen spoke fondly of his time in the Navy, but Erich rejected that idea quickly suggesting that the military life was not for him. Erich boarded a passenger liner for Liberty, determined to make his own way in life.
Erich soon found that Liberty was not the place he thought it would be - criminals roamed the streets, police were very open to bribes, and loyalty was nowhere to be found. Taking the credits he made from some skillful trades, Erich began scrapping with the Junkers. Erich did not like the company that the Junkers often kept, but the credits were good. Erich soon made millions and felt as if he had truly done something and made his way. The Junkers took notice of his success and invited Erich to Puerto Rico to tour the shipyards. And there he saw it, the Junker Salvage Frigate. The Junker noticed Erich's eye and told him that one day this could be all his. All he had to do was pledge his loyalty to the Junkers and enter the family.
Erich thought long about the offer. He admired the Junkers independence, tenacity, success, and fierce loyalty to one another. He walked the halls of Vieques Shipyard thinking about this proposition when he suddenly saw a man sprawled out in one of the halls. Erich ran to him to administer aid, but noticed this guy was long gone. Erich found needles and liquid cardamine next to him, a sad sight. Erich walked back to the hanger and saw a massive cargo ship piloted by the sleaziest man ever. He was decked out from head to toe in gold and gems and threw credits around as if it was going out of style. Erich asked the man what his cargo was and the sleazy man responded "Cardamine you idiot". Erich responded, "Don't you know that stuff destroys lives!? How can you ship that vile poison? You make me sick". Erich does not remember what happened next, but he remembers waking up in Vieques' infirmary feeling as if an entire residential tower had fallen on him. Erich told the Junkers that he could not constantly be around people of such weak moral fibre and left.
Erich had credits in the bank and a ship, but not much else. He had no goal, no purpose to his life. He wound up making his way back to Stuttgart to visit his family. He visited his father at their favourite bar. In the bar, Erich saw several Rheinland Navy men on shore leave. They were drinking, laughing, and singing a song he had once heard his father sing when Erich was a little boy. Jürgen Meyer stood up, beer in hand, and began to sing along with the Navy men. The Navy men shouted in glee and embraced Erich's father. Even though Erich's father had not been in the Navy for over 20 years, those men treated him as if he were their brother and that is when it hit Erich, this is what he had been searching for. This is the level of camaraderie, loyalty, pride, respect, and purpose he had been searching for. His father and those Navy men had a sense of pride to everything they did and an aurora of commitment to the Vaterland surrounded them. Erich had been spending the last 3 years searching for what had been in front of him the entire time.
The next day Erich got in contact with one of his Junker connections and got a Wraith very heavy fighter and went to enlistment office. Basic Personality Traits:Stubborn. Determined. Methodical. These are all words which others have used to describe Erich. Erich sees himself as a very intelligent man who is not prone to making rash decisions.
Background Information: Bernd Schneider was born on Planet Hamburg and also grew up there. His mother, still living on Hamburg, is the head of a laboratory of the Hamburg police forensics. His father was a speculator on the stock exchange, also on Hamburg and died 8 years ago due to a heart disease. After his fathers death his uncle, who was a trainer in the RM Flight Training Centre on Hamburg, took care of Bernd and whenever there were no training lessons planned, he took Bernd to the simulators just to have him some fun. What might be cooler for a teenager than playing around with military simulators? Turned out, that Bernd was a very talented pilot and a pretty good tactician. But when Bernd was 18 his uncle retired, so there was no possibility to proceed with the training in the Centre. His uncle tried to convince him to apply for the RM, but he never made that step, because he thought, his skills might not be enough (yet). He decided to buy a ship by himself and get some experiences. The next six years he escorted other pilots and also took a few bounty-hunt jobs. Of course there were people, who were not happy about hearing things like “No, we did not capture the freighter, a civilian greenhorn shot our two fighters down…” After some time, the Red Hessians decided to get rid of Bernd, because he frequently disturbed their operations. They bought some information, about where he was about to be the next days and they sent 4 elite-pilots to hunt him down.
Finally they found and engaged him. He was able to kill 2 of them, but after 30 minutes of merciless fighting they managed to shred his ship into pieces. His escape-pod was damaged and stuck in the wreck of his ship. As the remaining Hessians were about to destroy the pod, a RM-patrol recognized them. The Hessians tried to flee, but the RM-pilots intercepted them and brought them to justice. While checking the fight-site for escape-pods they found Bernd badly injured and stuck in the wreck. They freed him and took him to the New Berlin Hospital. As soon as Bernd was able to think and talk again, the Feldwebel, who led the patrol visited him. He was impressed, that Bernd survived that long against the Hessians and even killed two of them. He told Bernd, that the RM could always use pilots like him and that he could put in a good word for Bernd.
After curing his injuries Bernd finally decided to apply for the RM, never forgetting that he owes it his life.
Basic Personality Traits: very talkative, sense of humor, sometimes a bit impatient, helpful
Discovery Forum Name: HauntedJo
Name: Klaus Reinhardt
Rank: Flieger
S.K.Y.P.E designation(//username): Haunted432
Age: 21
Height: 6.2335958 ft
Weight: 198 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet New Berlin
Background Information:
Klaus Reinhardt was born in a young und kleine familie in the slums of New Berlin. His vater Alfred Reinhardt joined the Rheinland Polizei to feed the familie, so little Klaus didn't see sein vater too often and was mostly taken care of by his mutter, Gretel Reinhardt.
Wenn he hat 6 jahre, die Familie went on a promising business-trip to Planet Cambridge. Some Daumann schiffs were heading that way through the Omega systems, so the Reinhardts decided to stick with them because of the very cheap price.
Wenn the convoy entered Omega-11 space, it became clear that the cheap price was because of the hoch probability of getting ambushed by pirates or other terrorist organizations operating in diese Systeme. A group of das Wilde rained hell all over the fighter escorts taking them by surprise and eliminating half of them. But wenn everybody thought it was over, little Klaus saw the grün Licht of Stealthblades taking down Das WIlde fighters one after another, and then the image of 5 Valkyries flanking from the sides and graciously outmaneuvering the baddies and crushing them together with the remaining fighter escorts.
Little Klaus asked: 'Mutter, was sind diese?' She answered:' Die gutten Leute!'. Since then the image of the mighty Rheinland Military remained encrypted in his memory.That was the moment when Klaus decided he wants to be with 'them'.
Business went well and his vater could afford the boy's studies in the military academy of New Berlin. Tutors were hired, countless simulators were bought to train junge Klaus and make him the gutte pilot and fine gentleman he is now.
''This is not only my dream to become one of our big nation's defenders, but a tribute to my parents and all the people that worked hard to make me what i am now''
Basic Personality Traits: Strong sense of righteousness, highly cultivated in the art of politics, economics and arts, possess a fair sense of humour, can maintain a proper conversation, disciplined, honest.
Name: Markus Bodewig Rank:Flieger Age: 22 Height: 5'7 Weight: 165lbs Hair Color: blonde Eye Color: blue Planet/Station of Origin: Planet New Berlin Background Information:
Markus was the only child of Georg and Lucia Bodewig a midle-class family of miners.
Who worked for Kruger Minerals mining company. They moved from planet New Berlin when Markus was 15
to live on Bautzen Station, dresden. When Markus was 19 his parents were killed in a mining accident hes been
working with Kruger ever since. Basic Personality Traits: Loyal and hard working