NationStates Jolt Archive

I put all this stuff in the resquiden Embassy, but then that thread actually got RPed in, so I decided to make a separate thread. I'll also be posting things here which require no reply and don't seem to fit in other threads, yet contain information relevant to said other threads. And I think I'll copy and paste stuff like that which was in a legitimate thread which died so anyone who RPs with me needn't bother searching. Well, and so I dson't have to link. Cos I'm a lazy bugger. ANYWAY!



Resquide uses the metric system because I don’t know the other one. Having split off from a European country at its start a few centuries ago, it has no royalty and less old-fashioned things like class systems, although it does have servants. It is officially tolerant of any intolerance (racism etc) shown by other nations (MYOBP), although its own people tend to be divided on these subjects. This is not surprising as the government is a bureaucratic mess. Paperwork tends to cause many, many problems and mis-understandings, and crossed wires are common. The budding Diplomatic Corps is only slightly more together as it is young and has not had time to be infected with the dead wood and filing cabinets of other sectors.
The army, navy and air force were all built from scratch and thus are under combined command, which is good because otherwise they could never perform manoeuvres together because of disagreements and crossed wires.

Capital: Esvanadene City

Major Port: Temequenne

Centre of Learning: Rifhenneme

Prime Minister: Walter Merterre, 52, brown eyes and formerly dark red hair.

First Lady: Rosabelle Merterre, 55, blue eyes, brown hair, somewhat obsessive about prestige, nags her son a lot.

Damien Merterre: 19, floppy hair the colour of dried blood (black when wet/gelled), brown eyes, sulky, rebellious, objects to his mother’s constant attempts to find him a suitable wife.

Secretary General: Thomas Pannove (50) one daughter Jenna (15), by Ukrainian woman named of Masha (deceased).

Head of Foreign Affairs and Diplomacy: Samuel Ferrene (35), Resquiden Diplomatic Division, Section AA, Communications Department. Wife named Marjorie, works in the Water Bureau.

Minister for Defence: Stas Tolvedde

Minister for Education: Lettice Hequesse

Minister for Justice: Edward Giremme

Minister for Social Welfare: Samantha Yefelle

Government Treasurer: Jonathan Parreque

Head of Diplomatic Negotiation Corps: Michel Lonette, 32. Resquiden Diplomatic Division, Section AG, Foreign Affairs Department.

Head of all armed forces: General Richard Tennel, 40, sandy hair and blue eyes. Crooked nose due to breakage in adolescence.

Dominic Strehevve (diplomat): 29. Tall and handsome, floppy straight black hair and dark blue eyes, slight tan. A fisherman’s son, he grew up on the coast, in the town of Ipequerre, which is a few hundred kilometres from Temequenne, and still spends time sailing with his brother Roger (hence the tan). Graduated from the political Academy with all honours. Openly homosexual - this caused a few problems upon his entry into the political field at age 23, but his general open nature, sense of humour and charm meant that very few people really dislike him and all the problems were eventually circumvented. Unlike some people, he does not believe in “sex doesn’t mix with politics”, although this may be due to the fact that most politicians are straight or clinging to the coat-hangers. He has had no serious relationships with fellow diplomats, but several casual ones which were obviously not revealed to the general public. He prides himself on not allowing it to affect his political decisions. Former Ambassador to Communist Mississippi, appointment abruptly terminated due to lack of foresight on the part of superiors who did not take into account the prevailing homophobic attitude of the country. Current Ambassador to Exetonia Minor.

Theresa Belleme (diplomat): 26. Short neat brown hair, blue eyes, average height. Very good at hiding her true feelings for political purposes. Author of The Woman in the Diplomatic Field and several essays on similar topics. Served in the Resquiden Embassy Complex in Esvanadene City for five years after graduating from high-school and Resquide’s Political Academy in Rifhenneme. Single (very dedicated to her work), most of her friendships are with academics and very few with political colleagues, these including Samuel Ferrene, who was friends with her older brother before his untimely death, and Dominic Strehevve, who she met at the Political Academy and enjoys arguing with. Former Ambassador to Communist Mississippi - resigned for moral reasons. Current Ambassador to Callisdrun.

Joshua Yadalis (diplomat): 30, curly black hair, brown eyes, 190cm. Immigrated from the middle east as a small child, graduated from the Political Academy in Rifhenneme. Slightly haughty sounding, can be considered a snob by those who aren’t close to him. Current Ambassador to Granzi. Going out with marketing director Elaine Du’ Croft (27), of South African descent.

Phillip Quemarre (diplomat): 50. 160cm, 85kg, formerly blonde hair and blue eyes. Spent a lot of time organising election campaigns for one of Resquides former Prime Ministers. Transferred to Diplomatic unit due to shortage of suitable candidates for certain positions. Slightly homophobic. Current Ambassador to Decisive Action.

Marisa Hellese (diplomat): 48. Short straight red hair, blue eyes, tall. Daughter of an accountant and an actress, she spent a lot of time camping as a kid and loves the outdoors. Has strong opinions on environmental issues.

Cameron Jecelle (diplomat): 35. Married to Anne Jecelle (stockbroker, 32), daughter Nyiella (age 6). Suffers from vertigo.

Natalie Guenette (diplomat): 32, long straight blonde hair and blue eyes, 140cm, 45kg. Studied political science at the University of Paris. Current ambassador to Endenia. Married to -

Pierre Guenette: French expat, straight cropped-short blonde hair, brown eyes, 38, 175cm, 72kg. Works in Government Official Complaints Department.

The mysterious Eugene: Blonde hair, brown eyes. Wiry. Extremely intelligent. Dresses in black and lurks in secret corridors. Apparantly celibate. Head of an organisation which deals with the unofficial side of government policy.

Garth Nequade (currently on extended leave for mental health reasons): 42, brown hair, blue eyes. Unmarried, somewhat reclusive and has been described as ‘trigger-happy’. Former Minister for Defence.

John Berrek, Captain fresh from Command School (His RP died)

Trent Gvessene: 25, dark brown straight floppy hair, blue eyes, tall and heavily built. Left handed. First lieutenant in Resquides army. Idealistic and secretly believes in communism. Married to:
Bronwyn Gvessene: 23, light brown hair, curly and short, hazel eyes and glasses, slightly taller than average. Journalist, has written two mystery novels and is currently writing another. Pragmatic.

Tam Wendelle: 25, short, brown hair and eyes, tends to be drunk or hung-over. He is not an alcoholic, just in the habit of going out at night and getting plastered, no withdrawal symptoms etc and has gone for months at a time without alcohol due to money problems without experiencing negative effects.

Dr. Hannah Veddele, former army doctor

Michael Setrenne, her student

James Numie: 29, brown hair with blonde streaks, hazel eyes, tall. A freelance writer who grew up in Esvanadene city, interminably curious and mildly poetic. Studied journalism at university but never graduated due to drug scandal. Best friends with:

Connor Veldt: 31, blonde, short. Parents immigrated from Ireland shortly before his mother's death. His father owned and edited a small newspaper, he employed Connor who took over when his father died in a suspicious car accident. Became somewhat obsessed with discovering the truth about his father's death, the newspaper slowly declined until he was forced to employ James straight out of rehab. James saw his problems and stopped him from making a major blunder involveing a confrontation with a corrupt cop. They became best friends and when the newspaper collapsed and Connor showed signs of resuming his obsessive behavior, James persuaded him that they needed a change of scene. They travelled through several countries and are currently staying in Skibereen.

Embassy exchange:

Decisive action (Phillip Quemarre/???)
Granzi (Joshua Yadalis/David Smythe)
Exetonia Minor (Dominic Strehevve/Indiana ford)
Callisdrun (Theresa Belleme/ Bente Katarindatter)
Endenia (Natalie Guenette/???)
Sir John Hospitaller (???/Duke Hans von Adler)
JRV (Marisa Hellese/???)
Winselle (I think we were supposed to, but communication kind of died... DAMN YOU LIMBO!! )

Circumstances relating to the dismissal of Garth Nequade. Taken from several different posts in the Resquiden Embassy thread.

Garth growled, interrupted in his game of darts (there would have been a face on the board, but her hated everyone in general, so he couldn't decide whose it would be).

He pulled an uzi out from under his desk, releasedd the safety catch and pointed it at the door. If they weren't legit, he'd blast them to hell and back again. If they were, he'd blast the guards away for letting them through without warning.

"Come in."

***

Evil commie bitch, always after something, thought she could sneak up on him with honey words and fingers, just like...

Suddenly Lucille was pressed against the wall by an incredibly strong hand at her neck, holding her at arms length. The muzzle of the gun was pressed to her forehead.

"I've had enough, slut! You don't walk into my office like you own the place, you don't come onto me like I'm one of your sleazy political shitbags back home, and you DON'T ignore me telling you to get out!" He snarled, his eyes bloodshot. His finger tightened on the trigger...

RING RING!

With a cry of rage he turned on the phone, neglecting to remove his finger from the trigger of the gun.

When he turned away from the pile of molten plastic which was slowly dripping off the desk and seeping into the carpet, the girl was gone.

***

The honourable Garth Nequade, Minister of Defense, had what might be termed as a mild hissy fit upon being notified of his imminent unemployment. Fortunately he had been disarmed before being called in, and only gave one guard a bloody nose before calming down and agreeing that hallucinating seductive women appearing in your office and firing a lethal dosage of bullets into a perfectly harmless telephone could be defined as signs of needing a break.

After sending him off, completely and thankfully weaponless, to his holiday house on the coast, the country's ministers gathered to choose a new Minister for Defense.

Lettice Hequesse, the Minister for Education, firmly suggested hiring a woman to take his place, but was voted down after the Minister for Justice, Edward Giremme, pointed out that agression was not entirely a bad thing, provided, of course, that it did not go as far as it had recently.

The Treasurer, Jonathan Parreque, was mostly concerned with lowering the salary for ministers, but was ignored as usual.

Eventually, after some argument, it was agreed that Stas Tolvedde was of sound mind and suited to the job, and the Prime Minister hurriedly signed all the official documents before retiring to his home, where a large dinner was awaiting him.

The neccessary paperwork was signed in triplicate, copied entirely too many times and sent out to every department, including the ones who really didn't need to know, but sadly missing some of the important departments entirely.

Another ordinary day in Resquide.

As the plane sped through the atmosphere towards Resquide, Damien Merterre recieved what is commonly known as a Sound Haranguing. He tuned out around the point where his mother started in on family honour, but was jolted back into reality by mention of the military.

"Wait, what?!" He demanded.

"You leave us no choice!" Exclaimed Rosabelle, his mother and Resquide's First Lady. "General Tennel needs a new aide anyway. You'll learn some discipline and maybe find yourself a career, because I hope to heck for the good of this country that you never end up in politics!"

"But- but" Damien spluttered, speechless. He'd never been threatened with anything this serious before.

"No buts, young man! I talked this over with your father before we left for the ball, but I thought maybe, just MAYBE you might surprise us and actually be civil for once, who knows maybe meet a nice young lady, even if she was a Sidhe or some such foreign nonsense! I mean, for heavens sake we'd have settled for you meeting a nice young MAN, but no, you couldn't manage it, not for your dear old mother, not for your fasther - the press will have a field day with this, you mark my words-"

"Mother!" Damien interrupted. "Enough! I've heard all this before! Alright? So what is it? The army or more balls like that? I choose the army, mum! Those things choke me! The total IQ of that entire room had to be something like-"

"Oh don't you start, Damien! You've made your choice. If I'm not going to, as you say 'go on' about your getting maried and being respectable, then you won't go on about how much you hate your social class. Honestly," She sniffed. "People in politics have got to have SOME brains, we are running the country here, you know."

Damien rolled his eyes, walked to the back of the plane, ordered a bottle of whiskey and sulked for the rest of the trip.

Richard Tennel was about forty, with a greying moustache and green eyes. He inspected the young man standing in front of him and sighed. "Well, I suppose you'll do. Had fun at boot camp?"

Damien scowled, but saluted. He'd learnt a bit, and it was somehow not as abd as the endless balls and social gatherings his mother had put him through.

"Right then, private Merterre - I'm supposed to be training you to be my aide, although you'll obviously do regular training with your regiment, that's under... Lieutenant Gvessene, I believe. I'll just fill you in on the chain of command here. I answer to Stas Tolvedde, the minister for Defense. Below me are the heads of the Navy and the Airforce - both smaller departments than the army, not that that's saying much with recent cutbacks, and also generals, although under my command. That would be General Chan and General Mollenne. After that - well, you should know a bit about ranks by now. As my aide, you'll have no commands officially, but you carry my orders to people and you'll have a lot of security clearance. That is, after you prove your worth."

The General looked at him strenly. "I hope to see more co-operation here than your mother tells me of to date. Welcome to the army, kid!"

Damien could think of nothing else to do but salute again.