Wolfrik Alf Kusanagi // Wolf of War [Re-app]

[Wolfrik Alf Kusanagi]

grey skies & light fading ,,



"Retreat to the trenches! No point for fighting here! We live to fight another day, now fall back!"

THE OOC SECTION
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Wolfrik Alf Kusanagi

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Wolfrik has brown hair and light brown eyes. He is about 6"0" or 184 cm tall. As a soldier in Valkan army, Wolfrik wears a khaki peaked cap, olive drab smock jacket, fingerless gloves, olive drab long pants and boots. A small rank symbol patched on his collar to represent his rank as a captain. On a battlefield, Wolfrik wears a pattern webbing [ammunition pouches, grenades, water bottle cradle etc] and his bolt action rifle were slung across his back. When off duty, Wolfrik wears on either a black or white long-sleeves cotton shirt while retains his olive drab pants and boots.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

Wolfrik or also known as Alf, is a 22 years old military officer with few words and appeared to be serious at all times. Although he is a quiet soldier, Wolfrik cared for his soldiers as if they were his family. He is emotional, kind, and help people who were in trouble. He is also possessed a strong will and patriotism for his country, willing to die for it when it is necessary. He is proved to be a brave, charismatic leader with mind of a tactician. Wolfrik often called as "Captain" or "Cap" by some of his soldiers or those who fought alongside with him in the past.

In truth, Wolfrik have doubts about his leadership and fear for failing his friends and subordinates. He is also a troubled young man who had seen a lot of horrors in war and often having nightmares about them. Sometimes he can be in tears after he looked at the photo of his deceased teammates. Wolfrik also can be merciless and went into the state of rage after witnessed some of his subordinates have been shot and killed. He is also have disgust towards the war and felt guilty after killing an enemy.

As a captain, Wolfrik is strict towards to his new soldiers and often harsh with them especially during marksmanship training and mock battlefield simulation. The reason of his strictness towards to his cadets because he wanted them to survive on upcoming battles. Most of the new cadets hated him but slowly they began to understand his care for them. Wolfrik only bringing out those soldiers who have combat experiences or fitted to fight into battlefield instead of inexperienced soldiers.

CHARACTER HISTORY

On 18th July, Wolfrik was born to a military family at Meinham City, Republic of Valkan. He had 2 elder brothers, which made him as the youngest son. His country was already at war, Valkan Republic against its neighbor Kingdom of Lussiana. Wolfrik attended military academy at the age of 17 along with his childhood friends. After graduated from the academy at the age of 19, Wolfrik assigned to 571th Regiment. He participated in his first battle at Leuriz or known as "The Bloody Battle of Leuriz", where he witnessed the horrors and brutality of the war. Since after every battles, Wolfrik gained combat experiences but still he can't forget about the brutality he had committed towards to his enemies. At the age of 20, Wolfrik killed a Lussianan officer with his bolt action rifle in a heat of battle, Wolfrik's action were noted by his commanding officer and he was promoted as Lieutenant.

After his promotion, Wolfrik was granted to command his own small platoon of soldiers which known as "Wolf Pack" or simply "Wolves". The Wolf Packs is responsible for ambush attacks, set traps, night raid on enemy camps, and provide combat support to other Valkanian regiments. After return from his duty, Wolfrik went devastated after hearing his childhood friend Bermann was shot and killed in a trench warfare. After attended his childhood friend's funeral, Wolfrik continued to fight on the borders between Republic of Valkan and Lussiana. At the age of 21, Wolfrik gained his promotion as a Captain after passed his officer candidate examinations in Vakmir, capital city of Valkan Republic. As a captain, Wolfrik established his own regiment to replacing his Wolf Packs, this regiment is known as "Grey Wolves Company"and participated in more combat operations such as frontal assaults and attacks on enemy military bases.

In present, Wolfrik and a small group of his Wolves patrolled in the ruins of a Lussianan city. At there they were attacked by unknown assailants, they were not Lussianans but something else that Wolfrik seen for the first time. While retreating, Wolfrik and his survived men were sucked into the vortex and sent towards to an unknown world.

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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,

THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"

""Wh... What happen? I'm Wolfrik Alf Kusanagi... Now can you tell me what is going on here?"

"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"

"... Valkan Republic, who are you?"

"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?"

"I... am a captain in a military force, and may I ask why do you want to know about what I like or dislike?"
[Like: Target practice with his rifle, peaceful scenery, violin, dogs.]
[Dislike: Eccentric, those who failed or against his orders, explosions sound.]

"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"

"... I beg your pardon?"

"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"

""Since I'm new here, not sure who to trust or to know what happened right now... I'm not even know you yet unless you're not the kind of individual who are going to attack me after asking some... bizarre questions. [Survivor]"

"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"

"... 6"0" or... 183 cm? Why are you asking that?"

"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."

"... No time for that, [Heterosexual]"

"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"

"All I know that this place is... little bit resembled of Nvienin City... especially the structures... But this is not Nvienin, I'm sure of it." [Alexandria]

"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"

"... What you say is true, now can you tell me where am I?"

"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"

"Oh for God's sake, -runs away-"

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

Wolfrik.

ROLEPLAYER AGE

22.

EXPERIENCE

3 years.

PASSWORD

curaga.

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

Explosions were around just the trenches, both Valkanians and Lussianians were already dug into their foxholes. It was really cold due to the winter. This kind of ceasefire will not hold long because the Valkanian soldiers are preparing for the frontal assault, the colonel have no other options. This frontal assault will surely win over the Lussianian forces but it will involved in a trench warfare with bayonets and cost the lives of many Valkanians. If not because of Lussiana began their attacks on several Valkan's territories, this war will not broke out in the first place.

Wolfrik checked his rifle for one last time, he pulled down the bolt for a while and check it's chamber... it is already cleaned from dirt and dust. He and his newly settled platoon known as "Wolf Pack" are responsible to flank the enemies when the other Valkanian regiments charge towards the Lussianians. There is a new greenhorn arrived into Wolfrik's platoon, replaced Private Friedrich Rvarken... who were killed in action during the Wolves' ambush on Lussianians patrol back in few months ago. This greenhorn have no combat experiences but eager to get himself into the frontlines, Wolfrik disapproved that and he wanted him to stay behind, provide covering fire for the advancing Valkanian soldiers. "Lieutenant Wolfrik!" someone called his name and rank, Wolfrik sighed deeply because he knew who just called him. "Listen, Private... I am not sending you into the line of fire with us, it's too dangerous." Wolfrik turned around towards to the greenhorn while placing his rifle on the ammunition crate.

"One chance, sir! Just one chance to let me-"
"I said no! Don't you listen? You will have your chance soon! You're lucky enough that you're staying here and providing cover fire towards the advancing force."
"If you're not giving a chance, that I will do this myself."
"Wait, what?"

The greenhorn immediately climbed out from the trenches with his rifle, Wolfrik did not managed to stop him. That boy is too fast, Wolfrik had a chance to shoot him in the leg to prevent him from getting killed but he will not do that, otherwise he'll be present himself in court martial. "Come back!" Wolfrik leaned out from the trenches and yelled at the greenhorn but he didn't listen. "I said come back here!" he yelled again for second time but the greenhorn continued to run on the field, heading towards to the Lussianian trenches. Lussianian's machine gun nests were fired at the greenhorn, he was shot repetitively in the chest, Wolfrik witnessed many bullets pierced into the greenhorn's torso and he fell onto the snow, he will not survived. "Damn it!" Wolfrik cursed while gritting his teeth, why that greenhorn didn't listen?

Some whistle were heard in the trenches and every Valkanian soldiers ready their rifles in their hands. "Fix bayonets!" the commander called out and Wolfrik picked up his rifle, fixing his bayonets along with the rest. "Charge!" the commander yelled and blew his whistle, every Valkanian soldiers emerged from the trenches, yelling with bravery while their hands hold their rifles fixed with bayonets. Carnage had begun, Lussianians soldiers fired their rifles while Valkanians return fire. Slowly emerged from the trench, Wolfrik and his platoon separated from the others, slowly approached the Lussianian trenches without being seen or detected.