ｔｈｅ ｃｒｉｓｉｓ || ~*Reeses*~ and ᴄᴏʀɪᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.

[coriander.]

ＴＨＥＳＥ

ＡＲＥ

ＴＨＥ

ＴＩＭＥＳ

ＴＨＡＴ

ＴＲＹ

ＭＥＮ'Ｓ

ＳＯＵＬＳ

[coriander.]

ＴＨＥ
ＳＵＭＭＥＲ
ＳＯＬＤＩＥＲ
ＡＮＤ
ＴＨＥ
ＳＵＮＳＨＩＮＥ
ＰＡＴＲＩＯＴ
ＷＩＬＬ，
ＩＮ
ＴＨＩＳ
ＣＲＩＳＩＳ，
ＳＨＲＩＮＫ
ＦＲＯＭ
ＴＨＥ
ＳＥＲＶＩＣＥ
ＯＦ
ＴＨＥＩＲ
ＣＯＵＮＴＲＹ;
ＢＵＴ
ＨＥ
ＴＨＡＴ
ＳＴＡＮＤＳ
ＢＹ
ＩＴ
ＮＯＷ，
ＤＥＳＥＲＶＥＳ
ＴＨＥ
ＬＯＶＥ
ＡＮＤ
ＴＨＡＮＫＳ
ＯＦ
ＭＡＮ
ＡＮＤ
ＷＯＭＡＮ．

ＴＹＲＡＮＮＹ，

ＬＩＫＥ
ＨＥＬＬ，

ＩＳ
ＮＯＴ

ＥＡＳＩＬＹ

ＣＯＮＱＵＥＲＥＤ;

ＹＥＴ
ＷＥ

ＨＡＶＥ

ＴＨＩＳ
ＣＯＮＳＯＬＡＴＩＯＮ

ＷＩＴＨ
ＵＳ，

ＴＨＡＴ

ＴＨＥ
ＨＡＲＤＥＲ

ＴＨＥ
ＣＯＮＦＬＩＣＴ，

ＴＨＥ
ＭＯＲＥ

ＧＬＯＲＩＯＵＳ

ＴＨＥ
ＴＲＩＵＭＰＨ.
ᵗʰᵉ
ᶜʳᶤˢᶤˢ
ᵇʸ
ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ
ᵖᵃᶤᶰᵉ

it has come time for another war between the countries.

this time around, there have been huge advances in the technology.
yet we still send men out, like little pawns, to get slaughtered by humans
that aren't all that different from themselves.

brother fights brother.
friend fights friend.
neighbor fights neighbor.
the only people you can really trust are the people on your left and right,
and the ones watching your back.

right?

a female spy has infiltrated an infantry of young soldiers, posing as one of their own.
they do not suspect a thing.
but one young man's connection with her leads them both down a dangerous path.
a path of betrayal, death, and lies.

welcome to the 67th infantry regiment.

[coriander.]

Our characters:

alexandra gray - "sara black" - twenty-one years old

miles tobias cooper - "miles cooper" - twenty years old

Other characters:

x

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x

x

x

[coriander.]

ＭＩＬＥＳ ＴＯＢＩＡＳ ＣＯＯＰＥＲ

ᶤ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐˢ ᶤ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ
ᶤ'ᵐ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸ ᶠˡᵃʷˢ
ᶤ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶰˢᵉᵠᵘᵉᶰᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ
ʷᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃʳᵏ ᵒᶰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ

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ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Miles Tobias Cooper
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Just plain Miles. The name itself sounds like a nickname." || He
always wished he had a cooler name so he could have a nickname.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Some of the other guys call everyone by their last names,
so I'm 'Coops'".

ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty years old || "The baby of the group, they all say."
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Miles definitely has a very child-like face. The rest of the infantry
likes to joke around that he's the baby-face, the one that no enemy would shoot
because he looks, upon first glance, to be maybe fourteen years old. His face is very pale
but his nose is dotted with freckles across the bridge. He has dark auburn hair that
hangs a little bit onto his forehead. He is almost always in need of a haircut.
His smile is huge and bright, and his lips are slightly thin. He is a little on the lower side
of the typical soldier's weight--he falls at 165, and stands 5'10" tall. Needless to say,
he has the necessary muscle but no more. His eyes are a light, eerily pale grey-blue
that are always sparkling with some sort of a smile. He has a prominent jaw and high
cheekbones.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Miles is always lightening the mood in the midst of the war,
making as many jokes as possible just to make his friends smile. He didn't want
anything to do with fighting, but ended up being drafted and decided that it was just
his fate. He doesn't complain much;;at least, not seriously. He's just happy to be
alive. He puts too much trust in the people around him and cares far too much
during a time where anyone could be ripped away from him in a second. He's
too playful for his own good, and it took him several months of fighting to learn
when it was time to be serious and when it was okay to joke around. When he switches
into his serious mode, he hardly talks. He becomes ten times more mature and twenty
times more focused. He doesn't like to be bothered when he's very serious, for his
mind is scrambling to think of ways to survive. Overall, he is a very loyal friend and is
lovely to be around.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- fate;; everything happens for a reason
- no religion

[~*Reeses*~]

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ｔｏ..ｔｈｅ..ｔｈｉｎｇｓ


ｙｏｕ..ｄｏ..ｎｏｔ..ｗａｎｔ..ｔｏ..ｓｅｅ,


ｂｕｔ

ｙｏｕ..ｃａｎｎｏｔ..ｃｌｏｓｅ..ｙｏｕｒ..ｈｅａｒｔ


ｔｏ..ｔｈｅ..ｔｈｉｎｇｓ


ｙｏｕ..ｄｏ..ｎｏｔ..ｗａｎｔ..ｔｏ..ｆｅｅｌ.”

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alexandra Grey
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alex
sᴘʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sara Black
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ᴀɢᴇ: 21
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: December 23rd

ʜᴀɪʀ: Brown, Long and Wavy
ᴇʏᴇs: Amber
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'6''
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135lbs
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Average, Thin, Muscular

ʟᴀʙᴇʟ: Spy
ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ: Her Sister; Elizabeth {15},
Father; Andrew {43}
ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Few soldiers
ᴀʟʟɪᴇs: Everyone loyal to her leader
ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Everyone else

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Alex is a rather good looking woman, so many people say, including multiple men in her squad. Being a soldier, she is often made fun of for not having the soldier look. Hey eyes are rather unique, being a soft amber on the outer rim of her iris, while the inner part of it is a darker and brighter amber. The shape of her eyes are a thinner almond-shape with dark, long eyelashes. She has a square jaw with a plump lower lip, while the top lip is a bit thinner. Alex's skin-tone usually ranges between a light and medium tan, usually getting lighter as winter progresses. Her hair a a very dark brunette, often mistaken for black, if in the wrong lighting. It is long, reaching down to nearly the middle of her ribs, and it has a soft, natural wave to it. As for her body, Alex reaches an average height for a woman, being 5'6''. Though her body is rather thin, she is also at a healthy weight of 135lbs; most of the weight coming from the muscle that covers most of her body. No one would consider her to be "ripped" or "bulky" with muscles, but no one would mistake her for being weak, either.


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Alexandra is a unique woman, being a very serious woman. She is not one who you would see messing around or joking with people, but one who would be yelling at the others to stop messing around and to focus. Some would be surprised to hear that she just as focused and determined at the men who rank higher than her, giving her high respect from her leaders. Though she is usually serious when it comes to her job, being a spy has given her a chance to change up her appearance and perspective from others. Alex has learned to be very deceiving, manipulating, flirtatious and quite the killer. She has gotten many men to believe that she is just some random seductress, but quickly proves them wrong as soon as she gets the information that she, and her leaders, need, though those men usually do not live long enough to admit it. On the longer missions that she receives, she does try to be rather kind and less serious than normal, not wanting to give any hints as to who she really is. Usually, Alex can complete her missions and fulfill her orders without connecting any strings to the men she is to watch. Love is not something she has experienced or thought about since she was a teenager in High School, and isn't willing to let it reappear easily.

[~*Reeses*~]

ooc; We can start this whenever you're ready~

[coriander.]

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ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉᵒᵛᵉʳ˒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵉᵖᶤᶰᵍ
ᶤᶰᵗᵉᶰˢᶤᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶤˢ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ˡᶤᶠᵉ

miles cooper

tagged: n/a
location: camp
feeling: thoughtful

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Wet mud didn't offer quite the same satisfying crunch as dry, hot gravel. Alas, Miles Cooper found himself a little disappointed by the disgusting conditions as he trudged through camp. The gigantic, heavy pack on his back weighed down preciously upon his sharp shoulderblades and he cringed inwardly with every step. Of course, the trip to his tent was taking him twice as long due to the fact every time he put weight on his feet, his combat boots would sink a good three inches into the mud and take a hard yank to get free. The hard rain they'd gotten the night before was definitely not appreciated;;almost as heavily unappreciated as the putrid smell of dead worms that invaded their noses. Not one to complain, Miles had accepted it with a frown, but the others wouldn't stop yelling about it. He could hear them talking as he passed all of their tents.

Dark auburn hair tickled Miles' eyebrows and he swatted at the short strands to get them out of the way. No matter how many haircuts he got, his hair seemed determined to grow back at fifteen times the speed of a normal human. He couldn't maintain short hair like the other guys;;part of the reason they'd all come around to teasing him and saying he "wasn't a real soldier". After all, a skinny guy with long hair hardly belongs in the army, right? He'd heard it too many times before and didn't let it get to him anymore. He couldn't, not now that they had the last of their members joining them that day. The 67th infantry regiment had been growing for weeks, with the addition of one or two men here or there. Miles had been the fifth to arrive, and today they were receiving their last five members, putting them at twenty-one men--or so they'd just assumed. Nearly laughing at the thought of the chaos a woman's presence would cause in the unit, he veered into his tent and set his bag down with a heavy thud.

He wasn't ready to fight. No one really was;;it was hard for him to stare himself in the eyes and tell himself "I may or may not survive this week". It was even harder to look around at the people with him and think that it was hardly possible they would all make it home to their families. Miles quickly distracted his thoughts with other concerns so as not to sadden himself unnecessarily. He began unpacking his bag, trying to keep a blank mind the entire time. It was almost like his own version of meditating... something he'd found ridiculous before arriving, but was appreciating more and more as increased amounts of stress pressed down on him. His pale grey-blue eyes scoured the items on top of his cot of a bed, making sure he had all of the necessary supplies there in front of him.

[~*Reeses*~]

{ Whoops.. forgot about this |D
I will reply sometime tonight or tomorrow~ }