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| Name: Phillip Watts Age 29 Gender: Male Appearance: Phillip stands at exactly 6 feet, his shoulders are broad but his waist skinny. For his height, he is underweight, mainly from malnutrition, and after a large meal scales at 160 pounds. His skin is slightly tanned from his heritage, his hair long and dark brown. Without his gear, he has long- winding scar on his chest from the 7 Hour War. Having received notice from his squad leader, Phillip has prepared what gear he managed to maintain. He wears standard blue rebel pants and boots, blue coat, with his old black body armor above it. Other than his armor, he appears as your standard rebel. Weapons Annabelle Rifle (Spray Painted Black), MP-7, USP Match History: Serving with Adrian Shepherd during the Black Mesa Incident, Phillip was thrown into a startling new world fast. Originally his unit had been told of odd happenings, that they would serve as security, but when the first chopper went down everything changed. Monsters -no, aliens, known as Xen, ravaged the Research Facility. It wasn't long until Phillip lost contact with Adrian in the confusion. Before he could even swallow the idea of aliens however, the 7 Hour War had initiated. There Phillip experienced a Hell greater than he had ever imagined, he nearly died. Time brought healing, and in fear of suffering a worse fate, Watts, along with some other survivors, fled east. America was clearly no longer safe, and with an overwhelming army of oppressors at their heals, it was clear they must keep on the move. Shortly after managing their way to Europe, the group was ambushed and captured. Phillip was sent to City 17, hopeless with only what things he could smuggle in, the young soldier crafted a new life. It was only a matter of time until he would enlist in what would become the Rebel Faction, and eventually, strive to escape. Other: In no way your 'action movie badass', Phillip is simply an everyday sort of guy with a military background, thrown into a chaotic world. He has combat know-how, experience with fighting the alien beings, but obviously wouldn't of traversed Europe for such a distance, especially not in this sort of squad. |
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Also, here are the names for Annabelle Rifle and Alyx's gun, that way we don't have to awkwardly call them such: Alyx's Gun: Model: Modified M1911 Type: Automatic pistol Damage: Low Maximum Ammunition: 150 Rate of Fire: High Effective Range: Medium Range: Short/medium Annabelle resembles the Winchester 1894, so we can call it by such should we need. Winchester fits fine. |
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You didn't get the RP idea from here by any chance, did you? That's what the Plot Idea Database is for; I just wanted to know if it's working. Sounds like a good RP. I'd join, but I'm pretty busy at the moment. Have fun with it! |
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Name: Sonny Valentine Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Sonny is a tall, thin, brown-skinned man. He wears the standard-issue rebel gear, but also wears a long, grey trench coat. His black hair is platted into cornrows. Weapons: Two 357. Magnums which he dual-wields with expertise. History: Sonny Valentine has been a wild gunslinger since his teen years. His first occupation was as a member of a local gang in the slums of City 17, and robbing stores, having shootouts with rival gangs and CP's was where he first fell in love with the 357. Magnum. Since then it is the only weapon he will use and has become an expert in weilding two at once. He also like to spin them around his fingers in all sorts of impressive ways. Most of his gang ended up dead or in jail and so Sonny left the street and joined the resistance to fight for something more worth while. |
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