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Sir Ramsfield

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Alright I've gone through most of the titles and they mostly seem to be either based upon games/anime or vampires. I'm here to change that, also if you could follow the rules to make your own character it would be much appreciated:

Bit of a back story that for some reason I forgot to add:

You're a recruit that just passed training for the army, with more and more coming in with each week. Reason being that war is brimming between the continents of Etherga (the one you're on) and it's neighbour Savild. The army's standards have not dropped and are not just picking up everyone that can hold a gun, at least desperation has not kicked in.

You have your own reason for joining, you have been picked up and shipped off to the closest main base where a welcoming ceremony awaits. You also have been selected to join the new squad that has just been opened called "Death Knights". What you do from here on is up to you and those higher up in command...

Alright, with that done let's get to business!

Blank Character sheet:

Name

Age (Over 18 you're pretty much in the army here)

Position: Ranged (Rifleman, Sniper) Mele (2H weapon, 1H and shield or Duel Wield [1h+1h]) Choose one of each.

Pack (Choose below):

Biography (Reason for joining, please be original 6-10 lines at least also include character appearance)

Weapons:
Ranged:

Standard pack:
Main weapon: M15 Silver Stream. 40 Bullet clip with 10 additional clips (6.5mm Rounds) Semi-auto, Auto fire. (Good for Medium, Short distance)

Secondary Weapon: BlackFire Personal Defence Weapon (PDW). 15 Bullet clip with 5 Extra clips (10mm rounds). Semi-Auto only. (Good for short distance)

Description: Overall standard soldier. Not strong but not weak, though weak at long range.

Shotgunner pack:
Main weapon: M103 "HorseKick" Shotgun. 14 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun, 10 Internal Clip with 100 Shells. (Perfect for short range) Single shot only

Seacondary weapon: HK MP SMG (Multi Purpose Sub Machine Gun). 20 Bullet clip, with 5 extra clips (Shoots 10mm Rounds, good for short and medium distances.) Semi auto, Auto

Extras: Shell belt (Allows to carry shotgun shells on your belt, can be strapped around arm or waist.)

Description: Very good at short range and somewhat decent at medium range. Mostly used for urban areas and buildings. Shell belt is a must or you will only be able to carry 50 shells.

Heavy Gunner:

Main Weapon: M606 "shredder". 150 Bullet clip fed with 3 clips (Fires 7.56Mm rounds good for medium and short distance) Full auto only

Secondary weapon: Tartarus Night Hawk .50cal pistol. (Uses 50 cal rounds good for short/medium distance.) Semi-auto

Description: Though sound good, The M606 is known to over-heat (You can't shoot for a bit) if shot too much without letting go of the trigger. Also it had a long and tedious reload and if you're alone, it is not the best gun to have.

Snipers:

Sharp Shooter:

Main weapon: M704 "Headhunter" Beretta sniper rifle. 15 Bullet clip with 5 extra clips. Shoots 50 Cal rounds. (Good for long distance) Single shot only

Secondary weapon: HK MP SMG (Multi Purpose Sub Machine Gun). 20 Bullet clip, with 5 extra clips (Shoots 10mm Rounds, good for short and medium distances.) Semi auto, Auto firing modes

Extras: Comes with x4,x8,x20 detachable scope for main weapon. And 4 clips of semi-explosive rounds also for main weapon.

Description: The M704 or "Head-hunter" as it's been nicknamed by the army boys is a single shot high-powered sniper rifle.

Thanks to improvements in technology there is not much of a kick and it can also shoot through "Bullet proof" glass. Also it is good at short range but you better hope that they do not shoot first if you're at close range.

Multi shot sniper:

Main weapon: M85 semi-auto sniper. Uses 7.65Mm rounds and is semi-auto sniper with 20 bullet clip and 5 clips extra. Good for long distance.

Secondary weapon: Duel 10mm pistols 30 bullets (15 each) single shot. Good for short distance.

extras: Comes with x4,x6,x8 scope

Description: Though weaker than it's competitor it shoots faster giving the user a greater chance of killing the opponent in short range. Though at long range it would need about three shots (1 if it's a headshot at less than 300 meters with helmet)


Melee selection: When you run out of ammo or you just wanna hack'n slash because it's fun take one of these!

2H weapon:
Electrified Halberd. With a length of 3 meters this baby isn't for close places, in skilled hands people with 1h (1 hand) weapons should fear them for they would be struck down before they could even manage a slash.

Jagged Claymore:
This horrid 40" blade can be used with greater ease than the halberd though somewhat shorter this blade is the equivalent of hacking someone with a broken knife. This is usually used by those who enjoy hearing their opponent screaming and have horrid cuts.

1H and shield

Acidic sword and pulse shield:
For those of you who like the good 'ol sword and shield, this is the thing for you. With enhancements in technology the pulse shield has become quite poplar being able to block most bullets for 20 seconds and even reduce the power of the mighty "Head Hunter" to an injury you can live with.

The sword is single edged and it has acidic barbs on it, it's also known as "The tentacle" by most as it feels like one massive jellyfish sting. Though the acid will eventually go through the armour and severely damage the victim if the skin is cut and not treated soon.

Duel Wield [1h+1h]

Pain and Misery:
These two blade fit their name well, being double edged horrid blades that resemble the "Jagged Claymore" but are smaller versions. When someone has these pair watch it, if you fight them and get hit. The pain brought about the razor sharp jagged edges going though your skin is something that survivors do not wish to talk about...

Spiked Gauntlets:
These re-enforced gauntlets have built in hunting knife length ('bout 15") blades. These can be used as normal gloves just don't push the pressure release that would let the blades out. Advantage is that you can have your blades out in an instant, though if you make a mistake the results are not always pleasant. In fact it is illegal to wear them inside the base or friendly camp or in public.

Electrowhips: Neural and Electrolyte:

Neural whip:
This is a like any normal whip 'cept it has an in-built conductor and barbs are placed around the whip in a spiral fashion. This is done so that any poor fellow who is shocked by the whip would get quite the shock that would probably make them drop their weapon and cause a violent reaction though it effects other people differently.

Electrolyte:
Following the standard design for whips this whip still maintains the same bassic appearance and usage, where it differs is a switch in the handel which when activated charges the whip with 600volts of electricity

Well that's it! Choose what you want, now for my Character.


Name: Hiniberus Delius

Age: 25

Position: Staff Sargent

Weapon packs: Ranged, Sniper Mele (2H weapon, 1H and shield or Duel Wield [1h+1h]) Choose one of each.

Pack: (Ranged) Sharp Shooter, Mele Duel wield Pain and Misery.

Biography: Hiniberus Delius has been a solider for long as he can remember. With his family wiped out at the age of 5, he was taken in by his uncle and sent to a child soldier institute. He grew up in a cell and alone, he was never accepted by people for he had usual capabilities and excelled faster than most.

By the age of 10, he was in a class with people of age 14-15 and perfectly understood everything. Due to the general rejection of pretty much everyone he took up smoking and avoids contact for everyone he tried making friends with gave him the cold shoulder. He ran away from the institute and swore vengeance upon the bastard uncle of his and he would run down that place one day...

Due to his past he has a great hate for people in general and is usually alone but he keeps his hate to him self though without any normal qualifications he decided to join the army. He picked his equipment and easily entered. With all his past experience and skills he advanced quite quickly.

He tends to go solo in missions and unleashes his upon his enemies. Nicknamed "Massacre man" for when he goes into mele combat because he shows no mercy and his kills usually bring a new standard to the word "mauled". Though he always wanted to create his own division and eventually lead a platoon. So soon as he became staff Sargent he requested for his own division to be made.

When this came to light he started recruiting people fresh out of training, though he dislikes people and is often found alone he wants to be treated with respect so if people screw around with him he get let some of his hate out on them. He doesn't really care how the mission is done long as what is done gets done.

He's 6feet 4inches with medium build. With short blond hair that is usually spiked and green eyes. He is somewhat tanned and when he is pissed he's right eye twitches slightly. With various scars some of which are from operations others are from what other people did to him in his past.

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Sir Ramsfield

Will Staff Sargent Delius please report to the main hall in ten minutes. The speaker announced, it has been two weeks from when he requested for his squad to be made and hoped that now the old guys up in the ranks finally accepted his request.

"Mr. Delius, it has come to our attention that you have requested for a squad to be created that will be under your command is that correct?" Stated lieutenant Kowsky.

It pissed Hin off to see these old bags of crap as being the head. They were old and conservative people, they stuck to old tactics that did more harm than good as counter measures have been made as time passed. They are also reluctant to accept newer technology that will help out their own recruits.

"Yes sir" he stated

"Well, we looked back on your past records and we have seen that you are more than capable of leading a squad. We'll give the go-ahead for it. So what do you want to name your squad?"

Though he has been waiting for the decision for a while he never really though of a name for it.

"How about Deathknights brigade?" Hin asked

"Sure, what ever suites you." Kowsky said flatly. "We'll put your squad up on the notice board for the new recruits that'll come in tomorrow. So we will need you in here for the introduction ceremony" he added.

His eye twitched at having to attend the ceremony, he also know that he'd be in deep shit if he didn't go. He guessed not all things can go one way, there's eventually a price to pay.

"Yes sir" Hin said, saluted and left. It was until he started walking that he noticed that his legs were hurting form standing for so long. He left the hall through the huge oak wood doors that were a bit of an annoyance to open but with that done he decided that he'd get some breakfast, coffie and have a smoke.

There was a lot of activity going on in preperation for the recruites. Signs leading to the main assembly hall where the ceremoney will be held to congratulate the newbies on getting though training. With a couple of bumps and shoves he finally managed to get to the cafateria. Sadly it was full and no table was empty.

He considered waiting for a bit longer and hope that eventually one table would be empty, though with a low rumble from his stomache and the intense need for coffie he quickly discarded the idea and got a tray. He got some toast with melted butter and a mug of coffie. With the food sorted now just neeeded a place to sit. In one of the corners there was a table with just two people, seeing how the rest had about four or six he decided to go for that one.

He casually went to the table and put his tray down, one of the two said "Did we invite you to come here?"

"No, look I just wanna have my food and I'll leave. Don't want to start any fights now." hin stated

Silence followed and the two were glearing at each other, in the end hiniberus sat down and ate the toast. They murmured something to each other occasionally but that was none to his concern. He quickly drank the now lukewarm coffie and left for his room.


There was a pile of paper work that he knew he'd never end up doing, he lit up a cig and opened a bottle of "Disarono" it was an almond tasting liquor that he never got bored of. He knew that he'd get into shit if the ones higher up in command knew of this so he locked the door and proceeded to enjoy his drink. After the drink and the cig finally done, he decided that he'd do some of the paper work and get some rest. He knew that the days of doing nothing and boredom will come to a close from tomorrow onwards.

Well I hope you guys enjoy and join!

Black Ops

Name: "Black Ops" (real name Grant Wightman)

Age: 20

Position: Recruit

Pack: Ranged (Shotgunner), Melee (Electrified Halberd)

Biography: Black Ops has aspired to be a video game developer since he was a child, always saying that he will "program the wars, not participate in them". Unable to complete his education when his homeland was destroyed, he now fights for peace.

Black Ops is a white man of normal build, with brown hair and blue eyes. An expert in urban combat, he is usually the first to take point in his preferred environment. Black Ops has a good sense of humour, but is always cautious even in the safest of environments. Friendly and co-operative, he is popular among his rank.
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"We live in an era of despair. We have all had many precious things cruelly taken from all of us, I'm sure. My...eldest son was killed a few months ago during a visit to provide aid to the fleeing refugees from the tyrranous Savildian army, for being of Ethergaein descent. He was not shown mercy for his unselfish act, but instead fell victim to the Savildian firing squad. I personally find that anyone who acts due to..."

A yawn began to tickle the back of Black Ops' throat. He had to clamp his hand over his mouth to prevent it escaping. Not one for listening to lectures, Black Ops always preferred to get stuck in rather than waste time on events irrelevant to the current situation. As time ticked slowly into the first quarter hour of the scheduled three hour lecture, his mind began to wander and his posture began to slouch. One of the higher ups looked at him with a dissaproving stare, a sinister looking man with a bony old face and a wizened complexion. Seeing it, Ops broke out of his daydream and straightened up. "...Ugh, I hope I'm not in his squad", he thought.

After many more minutes of protesting against his body's want of sleep, the Director finally called the lecture to an end. As everyone in the meeting hall politely applauded the Director's speech, Black Ops was poised to make his move out of the hall, to the computer terminal where he would find out what squad he will be fighting with and whom he would serve under for the next few months.

Funky-F15

Name: D . Funkeh

Age: 21

Position: Mercenary

Weapon packs: Ranged, Sniper Melee (2H weapon, 1H and shield or Duel Wield [1h+1h]) Choose one of each.

Pack: (Ranged) Sharp Shooter, Dual Electro Whips.

Biography: D. Was born into a battle field , her mother and father both spent their days fighting for survival using what ever weapons that thye could get their hands on. Due to this she was forced to adapt to her life style being trained as a sharp shooter in order to conserve ammo. Once old enoth she put her skills to good use in order to make a living becoming a hired gun , an assassin of the highest order their was very few targets she couldnt take out. Her marksman ship is refined to such a degree that it is more than possible for her to hit a target form several miles.

Weirdly enoth dispite the shocking life she has had her attitude is relaxed and rather free always prefering to become lost in thought and whimsical dreams when not at work. She always wears a custom head set that plays music near constantly till signals be they incoming or out going are recived at which point it imedialty stops playing and instead switches to a dedicated radio till it is set back to music mode.

Always found in rather dirty baggy cloths accompanied with a cowboy hat. Standing in at an impressive 4ft 9 she isnt the most intimidaintg figure on the battle field and her hazel pig tails and pink eyes really dont help when she needs to be taken seriously but she is more than capable of brightening up a units day with her light harted and sarcastic humor and habbit of putting make up on other people when they are unconscious from alcohol and other various reasons.

not fixan the typoz

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"100 grand!?" She said inbetween licks of her lolly pop during her phone call. "So babysitting some new units .... sounds boring , ANY CUTE GUYS!!!"
"Yes it is important whats the point of working with then if they aint fun to look at"
"Ok fine but this is the last time you pull that one on me."
"Heh death knights what a pathetic name "

Grabbing some make-up,weapons,books and her purse she began heading towards her destination. The train was cramped and smelly but it was quicker than her bike and it meant she could sleep during the trip.

Arriving at what seemed to be the tail end of a lecture, Grabbing some random person from the corridors and demanding to be guided to one of these "terminal" things she was instructed to go to, After finding and accessing it she got the name of her "boss"....at least for as long as the cash lasts.

Sir Ramsfield

Hiniberus awoke to his alarm, set it one hour earlier than normal because of that damned ceremony but hey, at least he had his own squad. After having a shower and preping up for the ceremony he spiked up his hair and proceeded to the assembly hall. On his way there he saw streams of new faces, presumably those were the newbies. He took a seat and when the doors finally closed, I knew that this will be time that sadly, cannot be re-funded.

Lieutenant Kowsky cleared his throat as an excuse to get everyone's attention, it took a moment for him to start his speech basking in the glory of over four hundred people watching and listening to him. Finally he started talking.

"We live in an era of despair. We have all had many precious things cruelly taken from all of us, I'm sure. My...eldest son was killed a few months ago during a visit to provide aid to the fleeing refugees from the tyrranous Savildian army, for being of Ethergaein descent. He was not shown mercy for his unselfish act, but instead fell victim to the Savildian firing squad. I personally find that anyone who acts in such horrid ways should not be shown any mercy either..."

"Great, he just had to turn this into a sob story eh?" Hin wonderd how long it would go on.

He started to lose interest in Kowsky's babbling, though after he lost all feeling in his ass from sitting down on the chair for so long his attention was snapped back with the words

"DISSMISSED"

With that, Hiniberus stood up on cue with the rest of the people, saluted and left. Like everyone else he went to a terminal and decided to see who have been assigned to his squad so far.

Name: Hiniberus Delis
Squad: Deathknights Bridage
Members: D. Funk, Grant "Black Ops" Wightman

Hmm, it was interesting to have a merc in the squad. "Sargent Delius?" inquired an old voice it turned out to be Kowsky, what a suprise.

Supressing a sigh, Hiniberus turned round and saw just who he expected.

"Delius, I need you to go on a mission."

"What? The newbies just came in and you're already shipping us out?"

"Yes, look there has been a hijacking of a tanker filled with Sakrudite. As you know it's an important source of fuel from when the fossil fuels became completly depleted. I need you and your squad to get the tanker back and get it to it's port. Find your members and haul your ass."

"Well at least I get some action it's been a bit from when I was last in the field." Hin said

With all that was said being said he saulted and left to find his squad. Hiniberus assumed that they would probably be in their assigned rooms. After accessing the terminal again he found the information he needed:

Black Ops: Room 302

D. Funk: Room 404

With that cleared he walked off to get his squad and brief them.

Daviez

occ- this sounds kinda cool give me a minute and i might post a bio


are we aloud to make are own packs up? and can we add are own weapons?

Sir Ramsfield

Awesome, I'm setting up a thread in the OOC sub-forum. I'll edit the first post and make a link to it.

Daviez

occ-reposted on the occ thread

Funky-F15

Sitting alone in room 404 surrounded by the dull grey walls sitting on the bed which made the floor seem appealing funkeh decided it would be best to dig through her bag and find a good old friend to comfort her as she realized she would be spending a night here. Though she couldnt help but stop and remind her self where she was.

"typical military rooms designed to crush the spirit and break the mind".

gazing around the room it contained everything from the generic store, generic chair, generic stationary, generic carpet and generic lighting and yet she could not help but think the gravest injustice of all was the lack of a window it really felt like they where trying to make her depressed.#

"Hunner grand for 1 hired gun and they cant afford decent living..... i really feel for the poor soldiers here, maby ill cheer them up some later."

returning to her search she found him , she knew that shape anywhere. 'Uncle jack 50cl liquid relief' she thought to her self grinning like a chessure cat. Cracking open the botle and downing it at a record rate she fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes just waiting for it to hit her system.

"Just sit back and relax girl , tomorrow you will wake up and then they will give you the job ... get it done and go home."

Black Ops

"This place is a dump," thought Black Ops, sitting on the military futon with his face in his palms. "I've had better accomodation on that Rashini expedition during Basic Training. I was the one sent to retrieve our tent when the high crosswinds blew it across the side of the mountain. The thing was torn to shit afterwards, but we had to make do with it."

Rearing his head upward from his hands, he once again noted the grey concrete walls, the grey concrete ceiling, the grey tiled floor with the rusty metal drain in the corner. There were already wild rumours spreading among the fresh recruits, the media scaremongering with it's theories of "The End". Grey left little to the imagination and helped supress these thoughts, but it was never total.

Feeling the need to check his inventory again, Black Ops reached for his bag from underneath the futon. He took the bag and placed it beside him on the bed, removing the contents with care, until the noise of the door opening made him straighten up as light filled the dark recesses of the room. A man with blond hair was standing in the doorway, with clipboard in hand and a scrunched up fist in the other.

"Black-Ops, EMID number 012812. I'm Staff Sergeant Hiniberus Delius. You are to attend a briefing taking place in 15 minutes at the Kolt lecture hall, floor 2." he said in a low, gravelly voice. "You should get moving now, I don't want to be kept waiting."

Black Ops smiled. At long last, progress. He once again took care in placing his equipment back in his bag, stowed it under the futon and made his way to the briefing room.