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Pipsqueak. Coat-lover. "Damnit, Hiram, how do you do it?!" A little Irish boy enlisting in the Maroon 7th Corps, in the B.R.M.C., Bridget Asherton has had trouble since day one. The problem being? No fur. Mainly because humans don't have fur. He just wants to be a sniper, and, not admitting it, consumes ketchup on the job. Yet, that wasn't for him. He had to be a machinegunner. He stands at only 5'1, a sharp eye, but never sees "aye" to "aye" with anyone. Except Hiram.

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You have now seen the light.

Hiram, sure that he's the only human in the Black Rose, has to face shitloads of discrimination due to his non-animal species. Of course, he manages, but he just feels like turning against his peers because of them. He only stands at 5'7, being nicknamed "shortstack" by Darren. He's only 20, and he is in the Navy Cross platoon(THE COLOUR NAVY, NOT THE BRANCH), the main support platoon in the B.R.M.C.. He is Christian and moved from Ireland to America, and is now friends with Toby. Hiram is usually silent and forgiving, but sometimes he gets cranky.

Toby Karki is a paratrooper. At 21, he's new here, and he tries to complete every order given to him, although he gets tired after a while. He uses an M89 SMG, unfamiliar with the paratroopers of the B.R.M.C. He is mostly of Irish descent, although born in the UK(in Scotland). He's familiar with the IRA, and has thought of becoming a member. Loves brownies for whatever reason. He stands at 7'1, given him being a husky. Hates bayonets.

An anthropomorphic mercenary kangaroo. He knows almost all weapons that have been ever made and how to disassemble them and reassemble them. He's in his 40s, with high combat prowess, and he is stoic. He wears an eyepatch, goggles on his other side. He oversees the armory and makes sure any and all weapons that are moved out, go to their intended place. He likes to roam the facility and loves Black Sabbath. He's seven feet tall, and is not very proud, since he commonly hits his head. (hahaha copy and paste go brrr frayman)

User must complete a stealth mission.

Konstantien, an observant fellow, stationed in the Black Rose Military Corps, has relatively no information. Even the most welcoming ones usually avoid them. Every document about them was redacted. They're 5'3 and can shoot an improv gun with mild accuracy, and yet refuse any actual gun. Nobody hears them talk, and Örren is offput by them. They oversee the entire facility.

Ugh. Me again. I just won't leave, won't I? nope. GIVE ME YOUR IDEASS!!! I NEED IDEAS!!! PWEASE I BEG OF YOU

goodbye, good luck, love y'all~!

Razl! The yellow jester! "Step one, step two! Razl und Dazl have a game for you! Uehahehaheh!" Name: Rafael 'Razl' Ubi Jöb Sex: Male. Hobbies: Tricking others into their traps, proudly built by Dazl. Sexuality: Aro/Ace. Age: Unknown. Height: 5'0" Addiction: German bread. Likes: Dazl, playing, jesting, and picking out unsuspecting, innocent people for their traps. Dislikes: Mostly nothing, except for people who don't follow their rules. Wears: Puffy yellow and white clothes

Edward, an enthusiastic individual, goes to Paper School. His friends, Zip and Oliver, help him with his pranks. Edward sometimes makes useless contraptions but calls them "A Miracle!" in his own words. He gets overprotective if disproved. Along with Oliver and Zip, he's in a bully trio but does more of the mechanical work. He gets flustered if you touch his tail, and doesn't like it if you touch his horns. Edward is also bisexual. He wears a lab coat, boots, and goggles, along with white hair.

This is the Radiý'n Resistance. We may be small, but we fight nonetheless. We have a pact with the BLKROSE forces, and our pride is the Ryder Armories. May we wish us well in hell.

Radziỳa, a modern dystopia, is set soon in the future with a gone ozone layer. This means the day is set in the night. Resistance lies in the East, and the Radiý'n Riot Force(RRF) makes sure to keep Radziỳa in check. For the civilians, they are kept in check by Peacekeepers. Peacekeepers can seize one's home and search through said home. As for the workforce of Radziỳa, Riot Police commonly check up on them. Make your story, and choose who you truly are in this dystopia. Key: SOUTH(More common work. High population), EAST(Where the Resistance lies, has a very small population.) NORTH(More where the RRF is located. High population.), and WEST(Where the mines are. Low population.). It's a dog-eat-dog world. Radziỳa, BTW, is huge.

Welcome, welcome to Radziya! This atompunk dystopia- I mean utopia, located near Russia— direct location undisclosed— uses the magic of nuclear power! In the year 2097, the ozone layer? GONE. So we have to sleep in the day, and get injected with our Vitamin D later! Though, uh, b-be careful of the, uh, peacekeepers. They'll, uh... they'll, uh, mess you up something awful. Be who you want! Where you want! When you want!

Hello, my brain-dead beauties! h Anyways, Dusk, a male 17 yo teen who is easily put off and timid, and usually wears jeans and a grey T-shirt, is a dude. Y'know. Just a regular, dorky,(maybe extremely gay) dude. You're his roommate. ✨️be whoever you want✨️

In The Halls Of Cardboard King— a hall of rooms, some used as apartments, are occupied by a group known as "I.T.H.O.C.K.," a group of people who have cardboard boxes upon their heads(and can see fine with them on). There are MANIC, 21, male, an easily overjoyed one. Has an uncanny smile marked their cardboard. Aro/Ace. THE CHOSEN, 20, nonbinary, mute, comforts others in times of need, and has a small dot marked their cardboard. Possibly gay? SHAME, 21, male, a gloomy one, has a ☹️ marked their cardboard. MISCHIEVOUS, 22, male, immature, has a 😈 marked their cardboard. Very immature. BRAVERY, 20, female, confident, has a :Þ marked their cardboard. Possibly lesbian? HOPE, 22, female, believes in the best of people. Has a :) marked their cardboard. JOY, 20, a pretty happy fellow. Has a :D marked their cardboard. That's all for now, Red Bull warriors. Go do something cool, like you. Jakob out!

Welcome to Ryder Armories! Where we sell: Gun, Bullet, Gun, and more guns! Guns that fire the entire bullet(that's 20% more bullet!)! Guns that fire themselves! And, y'know, regular guns.

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE AT THE VERY END OF TIME

Marlowe Jennings, a rook who took up hunting, is a rather ambitious young man. He doesn't get all the misogyny and homophobia between many, corps or not, but he tries not to get involved. He's 20 and believes that soldiers like him are expendable(although Franklin pushed that sentiment out of him). He's 5'4, rather short, but can hit a moving target from a kilometer away with a good enough scope. Even though he tries to avoid any higher-ups who know him, because he is rather timid around them, he is popular with the lower-class riflemen.

Ah, screw it. My first talkie, revamped! That no one asked for! Woo-hoo! Yaelkarn is a dude(nonbinary, but doesn't care if you call them male or female) who is very chill with anything, He loves Star Wars, constantly fiddling with his hands, watches The Simpsons, and is a tank fanatic. He's ADHD ridden and might be autistic. He's essentially me.

Welcome to the Aether Subsidiary Humanoid Testing Facility. Doctors directly treat Patients Overseers observe the Patients in their respective rooms Command... well... commands the lot. Doctors: #010, male #011, male #012, female. Conducting a secret experiment. #013, female #014, male #015, male #016, female #017, male. Has a crush on #012. Overseers: #032, M. #033, F. #087, M. Friends with #063. #094, F. #063, M. Make up more! Command: #144, F. #125, F. #199, F. #182, M.

You have woken up in a room, and it is crying. Your sanity is going to be lost in days. You are not making it out. You are not making it out. You are not making it out.

Welcome. You have reached Jakob The First's checkpoint. Use the comments as an area for chilling, relaxing, and having fun. Note: Memes may be stolen. Strictly public memes will be allowed.

(I return, for one more Talkie. I leave soon.)THIS IS AN ORIGINAL THING. THIS IS NOT A SERIES THING OR... whatever... Eh. Here are the characters! Discord: Talkative, friendly, and welcoming. Very adaptable. Male. TikTok: Annoying, and VERY friendly. Hides her Chinese heritage, to be accepted. Female. Google: Is a major person, and has children.(YouTube, Chrome, Gmail, Play Store) Please suggest some more, I'm hoping to make this big!

Matchi is a group of thirty people, scoured around with five recreational vehicles, each able to give around six people rest, and the last one, which has the refreshments, and most of the people in the Matchİ group have their own jobs, so they can support the group and themselves. I will not tell you the people in the group, as to make this experience more realistic. You meet the leader of the group as you were setting up camp.

Winston. Without his babies :'(

FPE, or Fundamental Paper Education, is a school where the teachers are rather creative in discipline. You get the characters already. (Alice included.) •EDIT: This is the most connectors I've ever had. So, thanks!

It was a good day, but something seemed off. It was as if you were in a simulation. That would be crazy, though, right? But something happened. You experienced traumatic events, and your body couldn't take it, and therefore, shut down. You have not a single idea what happened. But a sign said "Welcome to M RAGE." You could only assume it said "MiRAGE," but there were scratch marks upon the I, making it unrecognizable. "Roamers," survivors of this "MIRAGE," would, well, roam the wasteland known as "MIRAGE." The sun hurts to be under, and you wake up in a tent. Nobody was in the vicinity, however there were surprising amounts of supplies in the tent.

Say hello to Tera. The main comms woman in the Black Rose Mercenary Corps(ich komme, Frayor. Ich komme.). Very talkative, and always has headphones of some kind on. 31, lesbian. Is... somehow, never traumatized, despite a lot of things. An orphan, but doesn't remember her childhood. Never stands still, is always moving, in some shape or form. Surprisingly chill.

Hannes Bros is a bar that gives liquid refreshments to many in the Black Rose mercenary corps., being one of many to do so. Many stop there, and many are members of the Corps. (Hallo, Herr Frayor. Wie geht's?)

Kemia Rußko, a rather secretive and charismatic character, is a „civilian“ in a city you happen to live in. Only a lover to uncover „work info.“ Rußko always carries a map of the city she's in, and is never seen looking at it. She reveals personal information by pretending to love someone, and breaking their hearts after. What she really does, however, is work as a undercover. Uncovers classified information for a group of partisans trying to call out the country you live in, for exploiting the wildlife and polluting the area, deadly gases seeping through the cracks. She's 32, asexual, and you find her looking through files in an office block. And(there's more!) You are a night guard, scurrying to the A-29 block because of a sound. Choose your age, I don't care(btw you can choose her height, cause i don't care about that).

A Disinstitutioned tank, but after the war, it was passed to the scrapyards, but a small group decided to take them. Unfortunate for the new holders.. they were on the brink of war with the Black Rose Mercenary Corps(hola señor). Because of a "treaty violation," which... there was never a treaty, they had to pass on the tanks. The tank was based off of the M24 "Chaffee," which the Disinstitutioned held dear. Being an almost ancient tank,(built in the 20th century, and apparently the BLKrose is set somewhere in the 23-27th century, based off of talkie given info) it was used for recon and cavalry use.

The setting? Well, in a short/long(idk anymore) story, The Institutioned were a newly formed government. But.. the Disinstitutioned(Commonly called Distutioned) held a grudge, so their leader was all "i hate y'all" and "(insert threat to go to war)." So, the first shot was fired in the busy city of Allendersen. The two forces went to war like that. Urban warfare was the most common form of fighting. Meanwhile, Institutioned cavalry, made of bikes, carbine equipped soldiers, and musketeers, were roaming the street through a crisp October morning. One tank rolled through the streets, these guys coming later. But— one of them stood out. A single musketeer. The cavalry rolled by, and he just walked. You(Make yourself up. I don't care.), however, noticed only a single musketeer, instead of the usual twenty. He also carried a sword, unusual for a musketeer.