Poll

Where should we start from?

Where we left off
3 (33.3%)
From the beginning
5 (55.6%)
From a specific mission (specify which one in a post or PM to me or Qwepir)
1 (11.1%)

Total Members Voted: 9

Author Topic: ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION  (Read 154541 times)

Is there still space for one more?

Yeah sure
I think I might cut it off at seven though
Makes stuff more complicated if I have too many people

Character Name: Simon Hadwell
Character Age (18-50): 31
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air to Air
Personality: Witty and sharp but not very intellectual or polite.
Callsign: Gladiator




I chuckle a bit as I leave the mess hall.

As you pass into the hangar, you notice the Mirage IIIs being taxied out, and Mirage 2000Cs being taxied in. While certainly an upgrade, it would appear that you aren't going to get to choose your aircraft for a while.

Character Name: Samuel Portica
Character Age (18-50): 27
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Air-to-air
Personality: Quiet and polite, clear-headed, intelligent. Optimistic, yet a staunch realist.
Callsign: Lapse
Backstory*: Born into a poor family, Portica had always been interested in aircraft. Many times, he would ride his rusted bike through the city at early dawn to escape the din of car horns and exchange it for the screech of jet aircraft speeding through the morning sun emanating from the local military base. Quiet and without many friends, Portica performed well in school and aspired to become a pilot, a career of which his family fervently disapproved of. This was not out of lack of respect for such a career, but rather out of concern for Samuel's safety.

Seeing this lack of support as an insult, Samuel ran away from home at the age of 17, leaving the home he had grown so accustomed to in order to follow his dream. He traveled for months, hitchhiking his way cross country before eventually landing a job at a small farm as a crop duster. On his off days, Samuel would sit in the rickety Piper, learning from the old farmer by which he was employed how to fly. Years would pass, and as Samuel grew much more skilled, lessons would occur less often. A day after Samuel's 25th birthday, the farmer died peacefully in his sleep, leaving him without his friend of nearly a decade and without a job.

Unable to find work with an airline, Samuel joined the military in order to fly the same aircraft he had once seen over the skies of his former home.

With the addition of two more pilots and therefore two more planes to the airbase hangar, it has reached capacity.
Applications are now closed.

I finally leave the bathroom, gathering myself.

I finally leave the bathroom, gathering myself.
Obrad walks by Turtle and hands him the magazine, coughing.
"Nice magazine."

I shove him, hard enough to make him fall.

I shove him, hard enough to make him fall.
Obrad stumbles, but regains his composure.
"What was that for?"

"You went to the loving mess hall to show half of the military base my... material?!" I am enraged.

"You went to the loving mess hall to show half of the military base my... material?!" I am enraged.
"Eh, nobody cared. Nobody knows. Except for me."
Obrad winks.