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  1. Lee Ashworth was born into a large family in Glasgow, the middle child of a pool of brothers had him strive to be the best he could, something that led to him enlisting in the British army at the age of 17. At 26 he volunteered for peacekeeping duties in the UN and found himself deployed to Chernarus to be stationed in one of the military bases there. Despite the boring nature of the deployment he found it an enjoyable step down from the rigors of his previous time in combat both in Iraq and Afghanistan, the time to reconnect with a more normal life was well appreciated. At least until the reports started to come in that there was chaos brewing in the mountains, the NATO mandate not allowing them to intercede even as the Russians started bombing runs and an open shooting war started between them and the Chernorussians. It didn't take long before that changed, orders came down for them to hold their ground at any cost, maintaining the integrity of the base against any and all assault. What they didn't expect was for the attacks to come from what seemed to be unfeeling, unflinching cannibal monsters. Morale dropped sharply, orders were sparse and the chain of command was fractured by constant losses. They were almost at the point where retreat to the CDF held areas further south were necessary when the reinforcements arrived, the sudden inflow of supplies and manpower reinforced the ailing peacekeepers and they began aiding the locals where they could, sending ranging patrols further out to secure supplies, equipment and samples for scientific study. It was on one of those patrols that Lee suffered a catastrophic loss, going through a city, one of his men excercised poor discipline, firing off shots in surprise without the use of a suppressor. Within seconds the whole town was heaving with the dead and they had to beat a hasty retreat, expending a vast amount of ammunition in the attempt to escape. Most of the squad was killed or presumed lost, scattered and alone, with no transportation, the long walk home with the few surviving members of his team was not a good one. ((Still WiP))
  2. I tend to just go with outright barter, not a currency conversion. Some people might be disproportionately flush with a supposedly rare ammo type, but have desperate need of a working compass or a heavy want for a supposedly easy to find gun. In that instance, the SVD mag they're trading is worth considerably less than the can opener they got. But it's a cool idea on a by settlement basis, but it should never be universal and definitely shouldn't supercede just straight up trading
  3. *Lee paused as he heard the familiar hiss of his radio, stepping into cover to work the thing free of his belt and raise it to listen. A chuckle escaping him that's broadcast as he presses his PTT down* "Alone in all but the physical. It's like herdin' cats trying to keep folk together in this mess. But I hear you, there's a comfort in havin' people about to remind you what's what. But in the end too many is too many. Got a distrust of large crowds, understandably so." *He'd chuckle again as he released the button, the dry and humourless sound was cut off sharply so he could consider your words, fighting against the frown tugging at the corner of his mouth before re-engaging his broadcast* "I don't have a choice, I have tae be the best I can, for the people who can't. I made a choice long ago, to be better....And that's one oath I cannae break." *There's a moment's pause, where you'd hear him moving around as if checking his surroundings before sinking down against the wall he was leaning on into a more comfortable squat* "Sometimes good men need tae do bad things, to bad people. We've all had to kill someone, whether we wanted tae or not, the difference between a bad man and a good one is that you choose to stop. Choose to do the worst of things only when you have to, when you need to...Yaknow? Even if ye enjoy it...You can still be better if you choose not tae hurt other people for fun" *He could hear the weight in those words and that frown made it's way to his face, despite every attempt to halt it's progress. He'd consider how to phrase his words before speaking again* "Just keep an eye on yer friend. Remind him what it is to be a human being....If he's a good man, that'll be enough. If he's not.....Just hope he's a loyal one" *His transmission would cut again, leaving the airwaves somehow quieter than they'd been before he spoke, no further words said on the matter for now*
  4. *His radio would click back on and you'd hear a thunk, like he'd used the hand holding the radio to hit something. If the cursing was anything to go by it was likely the helmet of someone nearby, the voices are low and distant, like he's not talking into the radio but to someone else* "Give her back her fuckin' bear, you animal. You don't need the thing and you're just makin' trouble" *There's a few moments of discussion you don't quite catch before Lee brings the radio back up to speak, you can almost swear you hear his frown as clearly as you do his words* "Well thank you, I'll take special as a compliment. You sound like you've been busy....We've no seen too many folk about, but in truth I'm thankful for that, for the most part." *There's a second's pause as he brings the radio to his chest, muffled voices barely audiable and his own a distorted rumble before he raises the radio once more and clears his throat* "Sorry about that. I figured out pretty quick that someone's always gonna think you're the fuckin' bad guy, no matter what it is yer tryin' to do. And I know how you feel about people, hoping they made it ok, but don't worry so much about what they think of you, as much as what you think of yourself. If you can live with what ye've done, it wasn't all that bad. You sound like a good enough sort" *His transmit would cut off for a moment, letting the last of the conversation filter on through before he cuts back in, chuckling at the words* "Well, I dunno that I'd call me a nice man, but I try to be a good one. Pleasure's mine, Dolores. And it's good to hear it kid, try and keep it that way, if ye can" *And just like that, he's gone again. PTT released with a snap and radio stowed away, letting him get about whatever it was he'd been up to*
  5. *He'd been halfway down the street when the voice had come through and he'd pause, listening to the to the reply with a dry chuckle. He took a second, leaning against the nearest fence before tugging the radio free of it's spot and raising it as he moved, greeting you with the sounds of chain link rattling gently in the wind and the even breathing of a man moving at pace* "Yeah, Evan. I don't know why I asked, don't know the kid from any other poor bastard out here. I guess you just don't hear many innocent men on the radio anymore" *He'd pause to consider the words, be it yours or his, pace slowing a moment as he raised the radio to his mouth again, you'd hear him take a breath to speak, then reconsider a second before starting again* "I believe you. And don't put yersel down over what you have tae do to survive. We all gave up somethin' tae get this far, broke a few oaths or a few heads. It's whether or not you choose tae still be human that's in question" *He'd release the PTT, the sound on his end cutting off with a snap. He'd take a few more steps before something occurs to him and he'd raise his hand again, static coming over again for a bare moment before he speaks a final time* "Lee. Call me Lee." *He'd click off transmit and hang the radio once more, jogging to catch up with his team*
  6. Frakkennewguy

    UN Peacekeepers Needed! (Lore Faction) (Recruitment: Closed)

    I currently harbour at least 4 former UN soldiers, pre wipe. I'll have to see what they think of the idea.
  7. *It'd been days since he'd heard anything on the frequency and the silence had been nagging at him. He knew full well it shouldn't, after all it wasn't his fucking business if some fool kid got himself eaten by cannibles. But that silence just kept weighing a little heavier every day until he found the time to move off from his group, waving off calls for him to return so he could take a moment in some deserted house, raking through the remains of someone's cupboard as he pulled his radio free from his belt, ticking over to the frequency he'd last heard the group talking through and snapping on his PTT* "Hey, kid. You still alive pal? Not that I'm worrying about you or anything, just curious if your new friends slit yer throat an' left ye for dead" *He'd release the button, static cutting off and the still unnamed voice letting that silence return as he frowned at his comms. He'd wait barely a moment before settling the radio back on his belt and pushing to his feet with a shake of his head. Kid was probably dead, wasn't his fucking business, those days were long behind him now*
  8. *Lee snorted as the conversation progressed, pausing in the old ruins with a clear overview of his approach before bringing the radio up and off his belt to snap on his PTT, that familiar brogue coming back over the airwaves, unwelcome or otherwise, to respond to those who'd spoken in order* "There's no shame in listenin' in mate. Let's you know what kind of people you're likely tae run into. And where to avoid" *He'd quiet down to allow Shane to speak, the man agreeing with him would draw out a quick response of:* "Aye, Alabama said it best. Never on an open comm" *He'd settle in, listening to the girl as she rambles on about following your gut, bringing the radio back up when she quiets down. The click of the PTT would broadcast the rustling of foliage for a moment before the crunching of gravel* "That's more good advice. You need tae develop a sense of what's going on about you. If it doesn't feel right for whatever reason, swallow yer pride and move off rapid like" *His voice cuts off, no more pearls of wisdom to follow. It's not hard to imagine he's listening in, waiting for a response to the southern man's question*
  9. *A thickly accented voice cuts over the airwaves, the heavy scottish brogue deep enough that some might have trouble understanding the content even if the tone is clearly chastising, more like an older brother giving you into trouble than a cruel voice in the dark. A keen ear would pick up the chatter of several voices in the background and the crackle of a nearby fire* "A free lesson in personal survival for you...Evan, was it? Stop telling people where you're going on an open channel. Definitely stop telling them where you're planning to sleep, lonliness is no excuse for stupidity." *The radio clicks off, the voice gone without introduction or followup. Unbeknownst to the songbirds on the radio, they'd had an audience over the past few days. Albeit a silent one*