[M] Roswell: 1947 (OOC)

[Lox]

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TOP SECRET TOP SECRET TOP SECRET TOP SECRET EYES ONLY EYES ONLY EYES ONLY EYES ONLY EYES ONLY The Roswell Incident, 1947. Project Mogul, a secret US Army Air Force project involving high altitude balloons equipped with long range microphones aimed at the Soviet Union's nuclear weapons tests, is at its peak, when one ill fated balloon crashes in Roswell, New Mexico. The crashed balloon is found by the foreman of the Roswell based Foster ranch, William Brazel. Brazel contacts the City of Roswell's sheriff, George Wilcox, who defers the case to the Roswell Army Airfield. The case lands on intelligence officer Major Jesse Marcel's desk, and the young major is tasked with handling the ensuing media exposure that follows like a growing storm. Within hours, a press release is released, claiming that a flying disc has been discovered. The Army Air Force later denies this, citing a crashed weather balloon as the real culprit. The story dies out. And for the next fifty years, the truth of Project Mogul remains classified. At least, that's the official recount of the events of that summer in Roswell in 1947. The real story is much different. The real story is terrifying, unbelievable, and much, much darker than the darkest corners of the human heart. Project Mogul, too, was a cover up, but what really crashed in Roswell that hot summer of 1947? You tell me. After all, you were there.

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[Lox]

Name: James S. Fulbright Age: 32 Occupation: Intelligence agent Brief history: With a past in the Infantry, Fulbright went on to serve in the US Army's 501st Airborne Division for a short period during World War 2, before being recruited to the Office of Strategic Services. After the end of the war when OSS was disbanded, Fulbright worked at the War Department until the creation of the Central Intelligence Group in 1946. As a former OSS agent, Fulbright was an excellent candidate for recruitment by the CIG, and was soon deployed to Berlin to work in the Soviet Occupied Zone. His career in Berlin took an unfortunate turn in May of 1947 after his identity was leaked to the KGB. As a result of this, a KGB agent tried to assassinate him. The agent failed, but the attempt escalated into a fistfight that spilled onto the streets of Berlin, where Fulbright finally gunned him down in public. CIG covered up the event, though the Soviets knew enough, and Fulbright's cover had been blown. As a result, he was returned to Washington DC and put on administrative and counterintelligence duties at CIG's headquarters at Navy Hill, until he was dispatched to Roswell, New Mexico, to organize a counterintelligence effort for the Roswell Army Airfield. Personality: Fulbright is a very focused individual, with little patience for anything that does not lead to concluding his work. He is a workaholic, and his natural curiosity has put him in a perfect job at in Intelligence. He is a firm believer in Capitalism, but while he despises the Soviet Union and other communist countries he does not necessarily despise the political movement of communism, or any other political movement. He is ruthless when he has to be in his line of work, as shown when he gunned down a KGB officer in public in Berlin. More than once during the war he also showed this when he did wetwork for the OSS, involving assassination of high ranking SS, SD and Gestapo officials, as well as occasional torture of them or their informants for information. Fulbright has trust in his superiors and believes in following orders. In his experience these orders are not always clear in their intention to the agent, but they are always given with good reason, and as such needs to be followed nonetheless. Appearance: Young and handsome, Fulbright's appearance is dominated and determined by the dress code of the day and especially of the Agency. He wears suits - three piece, two piece and double breasted, he does not discriminate - with a fedora, striped dress shirts and usually silk ties with subtle patterns to them. He has side combed dark hair that looks almost black with the pomade he uses to shape it. A scar on the left side of his neck can usually be seen sticking out from under his shirt collar. He is a spitting image of the anonymous, stereotypical "G-Man". Wirily built, he is strong and quick on his feet when he has to be, his job more than enough to keep him in shape, together with regular job mandated trips to the gym and the shooting range. Possessions of importance to the roleplay: CIG identification card, a fake ID card from the FBI, a Colt M1911 with a shoulder holster, a cigarette case, a switchblade knife.

[StormWolf]

Name: Earl Harper

Age: 37

Occupation: Roswell Chief Deputy Sheriff

Spoiler: Brief History 

Born and raised in Chaves County to a couple of ranchers a mile or so outside of Roswell, he lived a rather provincial existence working family land while attending school. He was an average student, though he excelled at football. His father always said that Earl had an inclination for violence, and had been teaching him to shoot since he was old enough to walk.

Life in Roswell was always quiet, boring, even. When the call came for able bodied young men to fight, he all but jumped at the chance. Joining the United States Marines, he served in the Pacific theater for the full extend to the war. He saw his share of hell as he and his fellow leathernecks trudged through Japanese lines. By the end of the war, Earl had earned two Purple Hearts and a Silver Star. Pretty little mementos for marching through a wet, damp shithole to watch his friends die.

Returning home was a bittersweet for Earl. People in town celebrated his return with all the Americana fanfare, hailing the conquering hero, but the underhanded comments of a Roswell boy joining the Marines was not lost on him. Finding work after the war, even at his parent's ranch, was complicated for multiple reasons, until the Sheriff offered him a position on the force. They were understaffed, most of the officers too young or too old, several of the town's able bodied men far less fortunate than Earl was. With little professional competition, Earl is all but set up to take over as Sheriff when the old man retires.

Spoiler: Personality 

Earl is a straight-forward fellow with a low-tolerance for bullshit. The niceties of his job haven't fully sunk in yet, making Earl an odd fit for a small town Sheriff. He still approaches problems like a Marine rather than a civilian. His natural intensity is admired by some, but disliked by others.

He's a man of constant motion, growing restless if he has to stay still. He's had a hard time sleeping since he returned home, and has since taken to rounding his edges with alcohol, coffee, and nicotine. Earl can always be seen in the diner in the morning, sucking down a pot of coffee with his steak and eggs and at the bar in the evening with a whiskey and a beer.

Spoiler: Appearance 

Stockily built at an even six feet, Earl Harper cuts a firm figure with broad shoulders and chest, maintaining his military posture. His green eyes are intense, even severe, with angled brows that make him appear perpetually vexed. Earl's dark brown hair is kept short, near the scalp at the back and sides of his head, which only serves to accentuate his sledgehammer of a jaw. Even with the telltale crook of an old break in his nose, Earl is what many call handsome if he wasn't so rough around the edges.

Ear's duty uniform is as one would expect: khaki shirt and slacks with sharp, ironed creases, a dark brown tie and matching coat, cowboy boots, and a stetson hat.

Possessions of importance to the roleplay: Colt New Service revolver (.45 colt), Remington Model 31 shotgun, notepad, pen, Sheriff badge, Ka-bar knife, folding buck knife, flashlight, lighter, flask, pack of smokes.

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Name: Anastasia Gutierrez

Age: 26

Occupation: Investigative Journalist

Brief History: Anastasia has always been intrigued by journalism. She's been in journalism classes her entire school career. She's perfectly cut out for the job, with the nose for news and no-nonsense attitude to boot. She knows something is going on, and she'll figure it out if it kills her.

Personality: Curious, roving and restless. She inherited her mama's no-nonsense attitude and independent nature. She's always looking for adventure, and usually, unfortunately, finds it.

Appearance: A short, muscled Latina with long curly hair tied into a ponytail. She wears navy overalls, a white shirt, an olive green jacket, and a camera around her neck. She usually has a smirk, but all too quick that can change to a scowl. She's heterochromatic, with one brown eye and one dark green.

Possessions of importance to the roleplay: Her camera and press badge.

[Lox]

Looks like a fun character, with one exception. This will take place in the 1940s, so women would not at that time be wearing crop tops and leggings. If you could change it to something equivalent but more period appropriate, that would be great!

[ｒａｂｂｉｔ]

Hey Lox! Added the OOC note to this thread title! Also, is this game rated M or Mature, to open it up to possibly mature themes, like violence, gore, drug use, potentially adult scenes that may fade to black, etc?

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Okie doke. Yup. Sure will, chief.

[Lox]

Hey Lox! Added the OOC note to this thread title! Also, is this game rated M or Mature, to open it up to possibly mature themes, like violence, gore, drug use, potentially adult scenes that may fade to black, etc?

Thank you! Yeah, I think I will put it in the Mature forum so that we if we choose to can be a little darker and more graphic and gritty, though I think the violence and horror parts are going to be a bigger M-issue than any adult scenes.

Okie doke. Yup. Sure will, chief.

Thank you, sir!

[Yggdrasil_Hugger]

Yup. No prob, Bob.

[Nope]

Okay so, I got excited reading the IC so screw it, I'm jumping in now.
I watched the alien autopsy video so many times as a wee nerd that I'm going to do a Scully type medical examiner character.
I'll get the CS up once I hash out the details.
And cut me up some people/aliens....or are they just props? OoooOooo