Welcome to World War II. Battle. Espionage. Blood. Hatred. Genocide. Horror. Love. All of these things flourish during a war. Take a walk through time with us and explore them for yourself. The war has already been written, but the rest is up to you.
Caliber is not just another roleplaying site. It is a site about the second world war, but it's also about people and their lives. Everyone has their own story to tell. Join us to tell yours.
Requiem of Twilight « Result #2 on Aug 1, 2009, 12:44pm »
Over a hundred years ago...
The King of Thieves was captured in a failed attempt to kill the Hylian King and usurp the throne. As punishment, he was ordered to be executed by the Ancient Sage spirits, but as this order was carried out, through some divine jest, the evil Gerudo was gifted with the Goddesses’ power and revived.
Breaking free of his restraints, the dark lord drew the weapon of his demise from his chest, his vile laugh filling the air as he prepared to kill his executioners. However, this short moment of reprieve was the King’s downfall, as the Sages managed to open a portal to another world behind him. The void the portal created began to pull at him, slowly drawing him towards its depths, proving beyond even the Goddesses’ power to prevent.
The last act of the King of Evil before he disappeared from time was to launch the Sage’s Sword into the portal’s originator, piercing the very center of the Mirror of Twilight, but this proved to be worthless, as the damage was merely superficial, and the blade was quickly pulled into the void with its new owner…
The world has since lived in peace, battles and wars are small and short, fights becoming a mere training exercise of caution. People remain alert, prepared, but relaxed and comfortable.
Unfortunately, as with all things,
peace cannot last forever…
As you can tell, this is a Legend of Zelda Roleplay site, and I'm sure those of you who have good eyes can tell its based on the Twilight Princess game, but expanded and with a twist. We like to think of our site as a "Fantasy/Zelda RP", the knowledge of Zelda required is minimal~ You are able to claim canons from the game, as well as make original characters, get involved with the plot if you wish, and roleplay to your hearts content. ♥
Dying is an art. Like everything else... I do it well.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 40 Karma: 0
Re: Grey Mornings {Luther} « Result #4 on May 12, 2008, 9:15pm »
Luther watched her leave wondering if she was just going to take the stuff and decline. He stayed where he was, drinking, wondering what to do with the prisoners of war, how to organise them better and keep them from rebelling against him, while still giving nothing to be happy about. It was a very good thing he could hold a lot of liquor else he would be almost passed out at this stage, with the amount of drinking he had been doing. The German heard her come out and stopped drinking but didn't turn around to face her. When she accepted his offer he smiled to himself, satisfied he got what he wanted. He didn't realise at all she too got what she wanted. While watching her put the towel on the table, he noticed her small smirk and for the first time reconised she had far more potential than she was letting off.
Luther felt her hand on his shoulder and the fact she leant into him. He didn't move closer to her, making sure she was doing everything, so Luther could better understand her, after all this was a big shock to him, though he enjoyed every second of it. She finally straddled him and bent into the kiss but Luther grabbed her face almost gently, the memory of the first kiss making him lighter. He tilted her head up and leant into his neck, scrapping his teeth over the delicate flesh. How he longed to bite it and draw the blood. He loved inflicting pain, whether it was sexual or abusive, there was just something about hearing a whimper. As his mind ran about, he bite down but quickly released and pulled back from her. Releasing her head and leaning back into the seat.
His hand rested on the small of her back the other lightly rubbed her waist "Not such a bad idea now?" He seemed to be refering to the fact she usually refused his advances and now shes making them. He mused the fact she put the clothes on when she had already decided they would be going soon. He looked at her, his hands rising to her head and hair, locking her in, he pulled her lips to his, without thinking, he ran his tongue over hers and then into her mouth. His antics became more demanding as he pushed forward to get a stronger angle. While releasing his right hand, he fumbled with his belt buckle, it was difficult so he gave up and went to his coat buttons, which were much easier. He decided to test something with her, and pulled his lips from hers, his voice was hoarse and a bit breathless "Help me with my pants?"
Luther Deiter von Ritterschwarz Captain in Nazi German Army 30 years, 185cm, blue eyes, brown hair
Great liars are also great magicians. It is not truth that matters, but victory. Why should man not be just as cruel as nature? Strength lies not in defence but in attack.
Joined: Mar 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 3 Location: New York Karma: 0
Re: The First Day Home... « Result #5 on May 11, 2008, 10:20pm »
Franko struggled as she got a hold of him, he then pushed her away, and he was panting heavily, holding his chest, primarily where his heart was. It hurt a lot to him, and to make matters worse someone was grabbing at him. “What? No, no…. Just… Just nerve pain from… Well... Nerve pain.” He then shivered as he opened the door to his bakery and pulled out a wooden chair. “I understand your actions were of noble thoughts, but Doctor Kasey told me that I will have minor seizures and random nerve pains after my crash.” He then sat in the chair, and rested his face in his hand.
It felt erkie from his previous surge of pain, this was an odd one that struck his heart. He didn’t recognize her actually, he only seen a few War Shows, since no one ever sent to North Africa to campaign. “It is nothing to bother with, about six months ago I crashed-landed in El Alamein. I was saved by a few British men… That’s all you need to know, but Doctor Kasey had told me that I was supposed to be in a wheelchair… But I can’t get enough money without a job.”
It was indeed a long tale about what really happened during Operation Lambda, and how he really went down, and who really saved him. But Franko kept it quiet, knowing that no one would believe him. He felt somewhat compelled to just shut the door on her ass, but he felt a greater reason why she was here. So he perked up a bit, “So, is there something I can help you with?” He faked a cheery voice and planted a fake smile on his face.
You know, we've got to do it someday... throw away all the guns and invite all the jokers from the north and the south in here to a cocktail party... last man standing on his feet at the end wins the war. ~ Alan Alda, M*A*S*H
Re: The First Day Home... « Result #6 on May 11, 2008, 9:50am »
Evangeline really wasn't one to make house calls, most of the time, only visited soldiers in the hospital, or on their base where they were stationed. But this was a special circumstance. She did things like this every once in a while, when she heard stories of soldiers sent back home from the war due to their wounds, she would go and visit them on occasion - and in this case, as it was with most cases, she wanted to visit them because, after doing her research, she discovered they had been stationed with her brother at one time or another.
Hopefully she'd be able to gather some sort of new information about how her brother was doing - seeing as how she hardly got letters any more from him - she was determined to find out if he was even alive. That thought in itself was a morbid one, but it was a possibility, she wasn't going to deny it.
It didn't take her long to drive to this certain soldiers house, after she had returned from her most recent tour in London, she had sent off as soon as she could to find the man who might be able to inform her of how her brother was doing. She wasn't too used to driving herself places, but she was a decent driver, and she stopped in front of his house, parking the car, and stepping out.
And it seemed she was just in time, too, because she caught sight of the man slumped against the door - and she could tell he was in a lot of pain. All thoughts of her brother were pushed out of her mind as she rushed up the steps to his house, her heels clacking softly against the ground, and finally, she reached the door, quickly trying to help him up. Granted, he was quite a bit bigger than she was, but she was going to try to help him no matter what.
"Are you alright?" She asked, trying to stay as calm as possible as she attempted to wrap one arm around his waist as gently as she could, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to try and pull him up - making sure to not pull to fast or too hard, she wasn't entirely sure where he was hurt, and she certainly didn't want to make him hurt more. She figured it might be the slightest bit odd for him, a woman that he didn't know appearing out of seemingly nowhere to help him - but maybe he had seen one of her performances during the war, he could know who she is! Right now, though, all that mattered was helping him.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 56 Location: In the hospital.... Karma: 0
Re: A Busy Day...? (Novak) « Result #7 on May 10, 2008, 9:47am »
Jenna smiled at him when he tried to speak english to her. 'helper' she thought smiling she spoke in a soft and gentle tone. "I care for all my patients" But she recognised the word 'recovery' Althouhg she wasn't sure if she sould say anything, would he understand her. while Jenna was pondering this thought she eard him speak more. she watched him use crude sign langurage to get his point across. "You want to walk?" she thought aloud. Thinking to her self. 'I did do a really good job on his wound it should hold up for a bit of walking.' placing some more gause and medical tape in her pocket just incase. She gently removed the covers and grabbed his arm. and softly and gently she helped him up.
Out the doors the day way sunny and slightly breezy. Jenna hand her arm around his shoulders and her hand was holding his...for support.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 42 Karma: 0
Re: Grey Mornings {Luther} « Result #8 on May 10, 2008, 9:34am »
Joan watched as Luther moved around the room she never moved or even shifted. And she did not cringe at his offer of an exchange for, food, shelter and clothes, that he wanted her. In a strange way she wanted him, he was an attractive man and Joan had never seen an English man handle himself the way luther did.
She rose and ignored the drink and took the box with the hygiene products and clothes. She walked past Luther in sitting in his chair and a smirk formed on her lips as she went into the bathroom. After she had finished she felt clean, smelled clean and looked clean. She wore a white button up blouse and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. She was still barefoot and patting her wavy red hair with a warm soft towel when she enetered the room where Luther still was.
"I accept" she said in a monotoned voice before placing the towel onto the table. Looking over her shoulder she couldn't help but give a faint smirk, it wasn't unpurpose, she didn't even thnk about it. Walking over to him she crouched slightly and took the smoke from his fingers placing it on the table. Joan leaned in a hand gong to his shoulder before she pressed her lips to his. Lingering there for a moment she pulled away and lifted her leg before straddling onto his lap. A lustful look on her face as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.
Re: A Busy Day...? (Novak) « Result #9 on May 10, 2008, 2:30am »
When she said mothers biscuits, he repeated her words though offkey and slow "Mut-her - murtherr - muth... " he recited it over and other while she was gone. Novak was a quick learner and tried very hard to understand the english language, so he could understand what they were saying to him and so he could speak to them. He heard the doctor talking to them but it was only the tone he understood. Finally, a doctor who took care of all its patients, even if it was petty money stolen. That money allowed him to buy things from the hospital centeen when he was up and walking again.
When she returned to him and gave him the money he instantly said "ich danke Ihnen dafür, daß Sie mir geholfen haben" (thank you for helping me) only once he said it he thought she would be completely confused, then he added "Danke!" (Thank you!) curling the money up an hiding it in his shoes on the floor. This cause some pain as he moved to bend over an put it there. He was curious as to how long he will need to stay in recovery, and more interested in seeing if she would spend a night or afternoon with him. But trying to get that across proved difficult.
"Bis wann? In ree-coo-veh-rye?" (How long? In Recovery?) he attempted the english word and personally thought it sounded really fluent but like everyone who attemped a foreign language, it was heavily accented. "Ich möchte einen spaziergang. Ich kann es nicht mehr aushalten" (I want to walk. I can't stand it any longer) He knew she couldn't possibly understand that, nothing even sounded comprehendable. So he moved two fingers as if they were walking then repeated again "Spaziergang" and pointed outside. He hated not being able to get his point across without actions, it made his time here very frustrating.
Novak rubbed his face and felt the weeks stubble that was growing on it. He then thought of the pilots in which he had shot down and even killed. At one point when an Allied pilot jumped from his failing plane, Novak had come around and shot him. Never once did he felt guilty for what he did, until now. He wondered how he thought if someone did that to him. He then looked at the doctor, concerned. Why did she show care for him when all the other allied doctors, though did their job, didn't give him respect and treated him like dirt (also suspecting allies would get about that same treatment) He asked her again, this time more softer "Eye sie helper mein?" (Why you help me)
Dying is an art. Like everything else... I do it well.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 40 Karma: 0
Re: Grey Mornings {Luther} « Result #10 on May 10, 2008, 12:48am »
When she commented that he didn't need to worry, he stepped back away from her quickly, not wanting her to get too much of an idea that he was indeed jealous. Though she calmed his nerves by saying it was a ladyfriend. The evil twange of envy faded away and Luther loosened up (only a bit) He picked up the pistol that wasnext to the box and walked into a living room area, you didn't see him but you heard him put the weapon somewhere and then a rattle of glass. He came out with a bottle a german beer and two glasses. The Nazi put both on the table and filled them up half way. Picking up both glasses, he walked over offering her one by placing it on the table infront of her. He wondered if she could handle german beers or even if she would take it.
He looked at her carefully reading, then turned away and picked up the packaging, again walking into the living room, obviously tossing it into the fire. He had picked up something else and walked into the entry area, dumping a large box, with ribbon, quite forcefully onto the table which she was at before. He wasn't angry just a little frustrated with her ignorance of everything he said. "About my offer..." he pat the box and moved it aside, to sit at the table and drink. "... As promised, I am villing to give you varm clean clothes, vell prepared food und adequate linen und shelter." He didn't care if he may have been distracting her from reading, after all he was talking to a brick wall anyway.
He leant back into the chair and continued "In return, I vant you." He smiled when he said this, knowing she would probably cringe at the statement, if not in action then in thought. He gave enough time for her to think about the offer then started laughing into his glass as he took a sip. Once he finished drinking the glass he refilled it again and his laughing had stopped. Taking another large sip, as he was a typical drinker, Luther finished it commenting "You can choose to accept but if you don't. You get nothing and I still get you, maybe not by choice or vill, but I do get you." He stood again and went to a linen cupboard, pulling out a clean blue towel and soap, with French hair conditioner and shampoo.
He put all of them onto the table with the box and sat down again, taking the glass in his hand, refilling and drinking it. "These, for your bath. After you may put this on" He tapped the box again, then pulled out a cigarette from its case and match box from his pocket. he didn't light it though, merely played with it. A smirk crossed his features, as he did so.
Luther Deiter von Ritterschwarz Captain in Nazi German Army 30 years, 185cm, blue eyes, brown hair
Great liars are also great magicians. It is not truth that matters, but victory. Why should man not be just as cruel as nature? Strength lies not in defence but in attack.
![[Home]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/menu/home.gif)
![[Help]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/menu/help.gif)
![[Search]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/menu/search.gif)
![[Login]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/menu/login.gif)
![[Register]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/menu/register.gif)
![[Search This Thread]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/search2.gif)
![[Reply]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/reply.gif)
![[Send Topic To Friend]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/sendtopic.gif)
![[Print]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/print.gif)
Author
![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif)
Logged![[image]](http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb4/ammy_chan/req/link/link-ourhero2.png)
![[avatar]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/luthava.jpg)
![[image]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/lutherp.jpg)
![[avatar]](http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh194/mike_imperial/captain_ben.jpg)
![[avatar]](http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e380/darthsythynys/Whoooot/Candyman_by_rissa_artes.gif)
![[image]](http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e380/darthsythynys/Whoooot/candyman.jpg)
![[avatar]](http://h1.ripway.com/Miko/sq-charlize-clouds-spc.jpg)
![[image]](http://h1.ripway.com/Miko/18057CharlizeTheron.jpg)
![[avatar]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v256/crispers/Sigs%202/t21.jpg)
![[avatar]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/novakavi.jpg)
![[image]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v97/icedingo/novakp.jpg)