Gimme a snapshot of your favourite PC

[headquarters]

lest we forget

to those who have had to face the ultimate eraser and be stricken of the character sheet -a toast - lest we forget .

Our group will be convening for the first of our FtF in 2010 on thursday .

I have to wonder how many of our party PCs will be in the Pencil and paper heavens with Stoner after this one..

One of my many favourite PCs of all time was from our no in hiatus WWII campaign : gefreiter Steinkopf -
a German lowlevel NCO or private ,depending on what is antics and schemes had gotten him demoted to at the time.

A good MG man , and deeply skilled im surviving atrocious combat ,he nevertheless managed to get himself decorated and promoted after each session of combat ,only to be demoted after each session of barracks duty ,where is ridiculous black market schemes and unsavoury practices in teh BierStube and Offiziers Bordell ( where he really had no business being ) always landed him in the stockade and conveniently gave der GM a reason to send him on suicide missons -along with a grudgingly swearing under their breath party of unwilling cohorts that he got implicatdd -the rest of the party .

Steinkopf was big and strong ,but none to bright and his player artfully enacted this for teh rest of us .( It might have been natural for him ) .

Stature : Big frame ,strong ,brutal face with half ear missing from biting in fight
Gear : usually MG-34 or VZ 26 and Kar 98 bayonet.Captured TT-33 pistol
often with long wool over coat to hide stolen goods in satchels under arms .
Personality : raw laughter .twinkle in eye always invariably meant something ill advised would be attempted.Sudden violence possible.Practical joker-sometimes jokes would pose danger to life and limb .Restricted access to handgrenades by other PC ( squad leader ) .

Shot dead by firing squad after having tried insubordination,deserted his post in combat ,mutiny,theft ,collaboration and killing a superior officer and 2 MPs sent to apprehend him .

(The list was just the last session he was in play -not his whole career of say 10 sessions or so .)

[pmulcahy11b]

My favorite PC was played by the girlfriend of one of my friends before I went on active duty in the Army. Her character was a doctor, and a damn good one -- but when combat, she went psychopathic (the PC, not the player). Her PC carried an Uzi, but not much ammo. That's because her favorite weapon was the axe from the pioneer tools on the M-113 -- she'd work her way behind the enemy and get some meat. Then, inevitably, after the fight was over, she'd come out, covered with blood, grin, and yell, "I love this shit!" (Again, the PC, not the player.) Just to top it all off, she named her PC "Angelina." Of course, we called her PC "The Angel of Death." Gave us oodles of fun.

[rcaf_777]

While this is'nt a character I made I like him and think he would a good PC or NPC I added some details

Burt Gummer

Burt has a strange affection with guns since middle-school, he converted his BB gun to automatic by the eight-grade. he undertook the NFA process to purchase completely legal transferable title II weapons. Which include an array of sub-machine guns and even a minigun. Burt is paranoid about surviving World-War III, and he considered himself a survivalist. He spent years preparing incase it would happen sooner or later. Burt claims to have served in the military but says that most of his work is still classifed. He currently lives in a small remote cabin in Iowa, which is surounded by booby traps, he has a still and make fuel for armoured pick up which he bulit

[Canadian Army]

Two of my Favorite PCs

Sir Tristan and his Noble Squire

Sir Tristan (David Ryan)
David Ryan was a child prodigy; he attended Princeton University at the age of 13 after graduating from high school. Ryan published his first mathematical paper at the age of 14 and graduated at the age of 16. During his graduate studies, Ryan was introduced to fantasy live action role-playing (LARP). Over next several years; while working for NASA; Ryan slowly morphed into an obsessed fantasy LARP gamer; who was unable to distinguish fantasy from reality. On August 13, 1997 Ryan (now calling himself Sir Tristan) was committed the Green Valley Psychic Hospital, for treatment of Schizophrenia. In aftermath of US nuclear attacks Sir Tristan escaped and embarked on his Quest to find the Royal Chalice of the Elf King.

Squire John
Squire John is a homeless person, who was place in Green Valley Psychic Hospital; for observation; shortly before Thanksgiving Day attack. In aftermath of the attack he and Sir Tristan (David Ryan) escaped from the hospital. Soon afterwards he began to call himself Squire John and subsequently became Sir Tristan"s (David Ryan) squire.

[Targan]

On August 13, 1997 Ryan (now calling himself Sir Tristan) was committed the Green Valley Psychic Hospital, for treatment of Schizophrenia.

Psychic hospital Talk about alternative medicines...

[pmulcahy11b]

Psychic hospital Talk about alternative medicines...

I'm sure it was a mis-type. Psychic hospitals are where one goes to learn The Force.

[Legbreaker]

I'm currently in the process of creating a replacement for Stoner. He's Norwegian, STR 8, CHA 1, armed with an M82A1, wears a beard and long hair under his kevlar helmet (tempted to glue on horns).
First name - Thor. Guess what he calls his Barret

[jester]

I'm currently in the process of creating a replacement for Stoner. He's Norwegian, STR 8, CHA 1, armed with an M82A1, wears a beard and long hair under his kevlar helmet (tempted to glue on horns).
First name - Thor. Guess what he calls his Barret

Oh that is baaaaad

[Mohoender]

I'm currently in the process of creating a replacement for Stoner. He's Norwegian, STR 8, CHA 1, armed with an M82A1, wears a beard and long hair under his kevlar helmet (tempted to glue on horns).
First name - Thor. Guess what he calls his Barret

Mjllnir

[Targan]

I'm currently in the process of creating a replacement for Stoner. He's Norwegian, STR 8, CHA 1, armed with an M82A1, wears a beard and long hair under his kevlar helmet (tempted to glue on horns).
First name - Thor. Guess what he calls his Barret

Thor's Hammer Cyril Daddy

[pmulcahy11b]

I'm not going to give anyone a snapshot of my favorite PC! You'll steal his soul! (You see, he's a native of Gilligan's Island...)

[headquarters]

a little tidbit on Norwegian troops

I'm currently in the process of creating a replacement for Stoner. He's Norwegian, STR 8, CHA 1, armed with an M82A1, wears a beard and long hair under his kevlar helmet (tempted to glue on horns).
First name - Thor. Guess what he calls his Barret

50 % of professional soldiers from Norway use a horrible connoction called SNUS.
Its basically what Yankees call scruff - i.e powdered tobacco that is juicy and smelly .
A lump is baked with the index and thumb from the can ( size of a -well a scruf box ), and then this lump called a "prize" is wedged between upper lip and gum .It lasts about 1 hour depending on size.But many leave it in until it has smouldered to nothing almost .

A tell tale sign of troops using snus in teh area are little stinky lumps discarded next to foxholes etc

Years of using this leaves its mark -bad breath is one thing ,but also the lip is altered and portrudes up to 1 full inch in bad cases -permanently .It will probably regress to near natural state as abstinence is observed over a long time .

Swedish snus is the best .It is called general -Golden top.

It is notoriously hard to give up due to high levels of nicotine addiction .

Lack of snus can turn a good soldier grumpy and an average one into insubordination .

In many cases the troopes who use it can actually eat with it in place ,sleep with it and most certainly shoot with it .I suppose it is tactically superior tobacco when compared to smokes.

Coffee mug and snus is a connoiseur delight .

Swallowing a lump causes nausea and rapid heart rate etc .

[Targan]

Disgusting. Don't they call it "chaw" in the US

[pmulcahy11b]

Disgusting. Don't they call it "chaw" in the US

I've also heard it called "Instant Breakfast"...

[weswood]

I regret to report Dave 'Bones' Stoner has kicked the bucket.

It was a heroic death - he dived into the back of a burning truck to save several crates of mortar bombs (and the mortar) from blowing and showering the area and the rest of the unit with shrapnel. Unfortunately the flames had already done the damage and as he turned to toss the first crate over the side, BOOM!

It's unknown if it was the blast, shrapnel or the broken neck received on hitting the bitumen which did it - an autopsy will be carried out later.

He leaves behind virtually nobody but will still be sadly missed...

Oopsie. But that sounds like something he would do. I knew his attitude would lead to bad things.

Taking out that tank single handedly was one of best RPG events I've done.