Post by Rhysmeister on Feb 2, 2009 20:24:56 GMT
Accepted. Yep, I've already said I like the idea. I'll just give you your weapons and you can tell me when you have the rank you are going to use.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: 'Tis me. Come on. Who else would it be.
Name: Owain Llwyd [Oh-ine Lloy-d]
Nationality:
- Celtic
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
The United Celtic Alliance (Axis based)
Character History:
- The seeds of the United Celtic Alliance were first sown in the 1935 Welsh Eisteddfod in Carmarthen, in which Welsh nationalist Tomos Glyndyfrdwy was present, alongside Irish and Breton independantists, Ciaran mac Lir and Jaques de Savard. They proved to share the same nationalist ideals and formed a small anarchastic movement alongside roughly fifteen men throughout their individual nations, causing minor havoc (isolated arson attacks, graffiti etc.) in the name of “freedom”. Few took any notice of them.
By 1937, Scottish, Cornish and Manx rebels had joined the cause and a good hundred men were proud to be a part of the tiny group. The first major incident occurred late that same year when de Savard, leader of the Breton contingent, burned down the house of a decisively anti-Breton French member-of-parliament and shot two policemen dead when they attempted to arrest him. He was, at last, apprahended and the resolve of the anarchists intensified at the incareceration of one of their leaders.
1938 saw the first official council between the six leaders of the nations involved, in which the name The United Celtic Alliance was first coined. Five hundred men now marched under the makeshift banner of “The White Eagle of Snowdonia” and Tomos Glyndyfrdwy was elected as the overall commander, or Cadfridog as he was known in his own language.
They began to grow more violent and ambitious in their movements, and one notable day saw three English town attacked, presumably under the command of the Cornish and Manx commanders Gorran and Kneale. Many men were arrested for their actions but, if anything, this only intensified the U.C.A’s anger.
The movement stayed generally low-key and away from Government’s eye until 1941, deep into wartime in Europe when conscription began across the United Kingdom. The Welsh, Scots and Cornish were forced into fighting a war they felt was not theirs and they began certifying their claims as a terrorist group; a bombing incident in Northern England from the Scottish brigands saw over fifteen men killed.
Although the English government ignored the movement, men across the channel didn’t. The Germans invested in a small operation to secretly ally themselves with the U.C.A, knowing full well that a rebellion from within could be potentially devestating to the British. They assured them that once Britain and France was under German rule, the Celtic nations would attain their freedom. Over the course of secret councels, Glyndyfrdwy and his men agreed to this and soon the movement was supplied with weapons from the German military.
With little more than a thousand men nationwide, the Germans know that the U.C.A cannot possibly quell attacks from the British military but it is their hope that the Allies will be forced, at least, to send some troops home to deal with this new enemy and thus lighten their grip on the Axis.
Later that year, Glyndyfrdwy died in his sleep and his brother, Caradog, gained command over the movement. We are to follow the story of Caradog’s second son, Owain Llwyd, born in 1908 in Harlech, a man even more vicious than his father and his uncle before him. He is prepared to lay down his life for freedom, And anybody else’s for that matter…
Military Rank:
- Lieteunant/Captain [If my account is accepted, would initiate a Celtic ranking system]
Writing Sample:
Owain Llwyd felt the cold metal of a dagger beneath the fold of his cloak and smiled.
Not a happy smile, not a playful smile, not ecstatic or cheerful. The smile that only came to a man who knew he had nothing to lose. And everything to gain. A half-forgotten light danced in his eyes, dark and ablaze.
If looks could kill, any Englishman crossing the man’s path that night would soon be pulled into the darkness. And if that failed, the dagger would always do the trick.
He turned back to the three men behind him; young volunteers each one of them, expendable, one Cornish, the other two Scots. Their deaths would be of no inconvenience to Llwyd's plans; if they were to die, then they could at least take a couple of Saxons down with them. Their mission – issued to the men by Llwyd’s own brother, Maelgwn – was to secretly push into the town of Chester and to sabotage the small military barracks within its borders.
The men now stood tantalisingly close to their goal, armed every one of them with knives, more than capable of taking down anyone who stuck his nose where it wasn’t wanted. Kelly and Deasey, the Irishmen also had three incendiary devices between them. The men planned on razing the barracks to the ground. And Owain Llwyd's plans tended to succeed. If they didn’t then he would have been dead by now.
“Very well, men,” the Arweinydd hissed, forced to speak to his men in English as he had no fluent grasp of Gaelic or Cornish, “Get ready for the assault. I don’t want to spend more time in this bastard land than absolutely necessary,”
The men disappeared into the night.
OOC: I haven't made a particularly incredible writing system because I've already shown you gentlemen my writing skills by now. If this doesn't warrant a Lieteunant/Captain spot, then I'll re-do it.
~Dan
Account E-Mail: 'Tis me. Come on. Who else would it be.
Name: Owain Llwyd [Oh-ine Lloy-d]
Nationality:
- Celtic
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
The United Celtic Alliance (Axis based)
Character History:
- The seeds of the United Celtic Alliance were first sown in the 1935 Welsh Eisteddfod in Carmarthen, in which Welsh nationalist Tomos Glyndyfrdwy was present, alongside Irish and Breton independantists, Ciaran mac Lir and Jaques de Savard. They proved to share the same nationalist ideals and formed a small anarchastic movement alongside roughly fifteen men throughout their individual nations, causing minor havoc (isolated arson attacks, graffiti etc.) in the name of “freedom”. Few took any notice of them.
By 1937, Scottish, Cornish and Manx rebels had joined the cause and a good hundred men were proud to be a part of the tiny group. The first major incident occurred late that same year when de Savard, leader of the Breton contingent, burned down the house of a decisively anti-Breton French member-of-parliament and shot two policemen dead when they attempted to arrest him. He was, at last, apprahended and the resolve of the anarchists intensified at the incareceration of one of their leaders.
1938 saw the first official council between the six leaders of the nations involved, in which the name The United Celtic Alliance was first coined. Five hundred men now marched under the makeshift banner of “The White Eagle of Snowdonia” and Tomos Glyndyfrdwy was elected as the overall commander, or Cadfridog as he was known in his own language.
They began to grow more violent and ambitious in their movements, and one notable day saw three English town attacked, presumably under the command of the Cornish and Manx commanders Gorran and Kneale. Many men were arrested for their actions but, if anything, this only intensified the U.C.A’s anger.
The movement stayed generally low-key and away from Government’s eye until 1941, deep into wartime in Europe when conscription began across the United Kingdom. The Welsh, Scots and Cornish were forced into fighting a war they felt was not theirs and they began certifying their claims as a terrorist group; a bombing incident in Northern England from the Scottish brigands saw over fifteen men killed.
Although the English government ignored the movement, men across the channel didn’t. The Germans invested in a small operation to secretly ally themselves with the U.C.A, knowing full well that a rebellion from within could be potentially devestating to the British. They assured them that once Britain and France was under German rule, the Celtic nations would attain their freedom. Over the course of secret councels, Glyndyfrdwy and his men agreed to this and soon the movement was supplied with weapons from the German military.
With little more than a thousand men nationwide, the Germans know that the U.C.A cannot possibly quell attacks from the British military but it is their hope that the Allies will be forced, at least, to send some troops home to deal with this new enemy and thus lighten their grip on the Axis.
Later that year, Glyndyfrdwy died in his sleep and his brother, Caradog, gained command over the movement. We are to follow the story of Caradog’s second son, Owain Llwyd, born in 1908 in Harlech, a man even more vicious than his father and his uncle before him. He is prepared to lay down his life for freedom, And anybody else’s for that matter…
Military Rank:
- Lieteunant/Captain [If my account is accepted, would initiate a Celtic ranking system]
Writing Sample:
Owain Llwyd felt the cold metal of a dagger beneath the fold of his cloak and smiled.
Not a happy smile, not a playful smile, not ecstatic or cheerful. The smile that only came to a man who knew he had nothing to lose. And everything to gain. A half-forgotten light danced in his eyes, dark and ablaze.
If looks could kill, any Englishman crossing the man’s path that night would soon be pulled into the darkness. And if that failed, the dagger would always do the trick.
He turned back to the three men behind him; young volunteers each one of them, expendable, one Cornish, the other two Scots. Their deaths would be of no inconvenience to Llwyd's plans; if they were to die, then they could at least take a couple of Saxons down with them. Their mission – issued to the men by Llwyd’s own brother, Maelgwn – was to secretly push into the town of Chester and to sabotage the small military barracks within its borders.
The men now stood tantalisingly close to their goal, armed every one of them with knives, more than capable of taking down anyone who stuck his nose where it wasn’t wanted. Kelly and Deasey, the Irishmen also had three incendiary devices between them. The men planned on razing the barracks to the ground. And Owain Llwyd's plans tended to succeed. If they didn’t then he would have been dead by now.
“Very well, men,” the Arweinydd hissed, forced to speak to his men in English as he had no fluent grasp of Gaelic or Cornish, “Get ready for the assault. I don’t want to spend more time in this bastard land than absolutely necessary,”
The men disappeared into the night.
OOC: I haven't made a particularly incredible writing system because I've already shown you gentlemen my writing skills by now. If this doesn't warrant a Lieteunant/Captain spot, then I'll re-do it.
