This is going to be the thread we are going to use for our RP. Some key plot points in this will be that the story will pick up when the agents jus arrived at their new training facility. Our characters will go through training and hopefully this will shine more light on Project Freelancer. The story will be a prequel to the entire series and will take place before seasons 9 and 10.

Right now the character bio I have is something basic.
Name:
Sex:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Flaws:
Skills:

If you have a suggestion write it down below and if you guys have a better bio layout I'll select that as our official sheet.
Other than that start up on a bio if you want or just throw in some ideas for the RP.

Name: Victoria Volz
Codename: Virginia
Age: 31
Specialty: Infiltration & Elimination
Armor: This but black on black
Armor Ability: Type-3 Refraction Dissonance Modifier/Camouflage
Appearance: http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z355/rockjonroll/julia_benson_stargate_universe_pic_03.jpg
History: Victoria lived on the streets for years, as a child she could acquire food & shelter easily by being cute as she grew up that stopped being an option. Then the gangs moved in, she wanted no part of the gang lifestyle, as she would have been nothing more than another living sex toy that they may or may not have loaned to other people for money. She didn't have the means to fight them so she had to learn to hide from them. She became very good at sneaking around, she eventually learned to apply that skill to breaking and entering. Eventually she was caught, a marine who was forced out of service took her in and helped her get her life together. Shortly before Victoria turned eighteen her benefactor died at eighteen she joined the UNSC Marine Corps just like her benefactor. Her skills were put to good use infiltrating and eliminating Innie leaders who wanted to continue their pointless crusade of stupidity and ignorance all the while the Covenant were trying to exterminate humanity.

Her last mission fighting the Innie morons was cut short when the Covenant invaded. she barely made it off world before Covenant glassed the planet. After that ONI conscripted her to put her talents to use in gathering intelligence on the Covenant.

After many years of fighting the Covenant she was conscripted once more by the Freelancer project.
Personality: Due to her successes in the past, the fact she was conscripted into other programs against the wishes of her commanding officers she has developed a superiority complex. As a result of her benefactor's death, her parents abandoning her she has developed an inferiority complex, she feels like there is something wrong with her. she never takes anything seriously except when in battle. She refuses to form attachments to other people or things. If she can't take into battle with her then she has absolutely no use for it. Over the decades she developed a darker and self-destructive personality.
Any specific weaknesses/flaws: she is cocky, arrogant, willful, and insolent. she could be in desperate need of help but she would rather die than to ask for it. she has scars on her body that are not the result of battle or fights, but self-infliction. Due to depression and self-loathing, she sought out violent sexual relationships.
Quirks: Has a tendency to uncontrollably babble nonsensically when in a heightened emotional state, which has proven useful in interrogations. She also will butcher words. She doesn’t like males very much at all, especially the little brain they think with.

Name: Sarah Ahapow
Sex: Female

Appearance: This but in a ponytail
Armor: Standard MJOLNIR MK. 6 armor Olive with red trim

Backstory: Sarah had grown up on Reach with her family including her brother Tyler. Instead of just being a farmgirl like most people on Reach she lived in a big city with her family. Once word of the war had started her older brother quickly signed up join the UNSC. Even after all of his sisters pleas to stay he still signed uo and went off to boot camp. This brought so much pain to her and was depressed for many months until she turned 18.

One day the family was having breakfast as usual when a couple of UNSC soldiers knocked at their door. They has to deliever the news that Tyler had been killed due to the Covenant glassing of a planet. Hearing this only brought Sarah's spirit down even more, and after week or two of mourning she had decided she would continue her brothers legacy and join the UNSC. She knew her parents would protest so she just left a note explaining what she was doing and then she left.

She went through bootcamp relatively easiely without any major problems. She exceled especially in CQB and leadership excercises. She was then appointed to squad leader. After which they were shipped out and fought until the end of the war. Many of her squadmates died and were later replaced by others who also soon died. Because Sarah had a problem with getting attached this hit her more than her other surviving members. She began to drink in order to deal with
her depression. This went on for years, even though she had been in so many battles she always lived. Not her friends, not her superiors, her. As you'd assume
this also contributed to depression. She was however able to kick her drinking addiction.

The worst part of the war was when she was assigned to Reach and when it fell. Her parents didn't make it, all of her old friends didn't make it either. Sarah had began to feel so alone and the only way to keep her mind off of it was to keep herself occupied with other military programs. Shortly after she had been recruited as part of the ODST program. As an ODST she helped finish up the war. After the war she was recruited for a project known as "Project Freelancer" with very little information being given to her about the project but to keep busy she accepted the offer.

Flaws: Gets very attached very easily, will have a breakdown if one of her teammates is injured or killed, and will get arrogant when rowled up.
Skills: Leadership, CQB, and can help boost morale when needed even if she's not in the best shape mentally.
Ability: FENRIS Nuclear warhead in the chestplate that can be detached and detonated.

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Name: Donovan Baldur

Codename: Illinois

Nickname: Noise

Age: 36

Rank: Freelancer (Former Sergeant First Class)

Specialty: Explosives, mid-range combat

Armor:

Armor Ability: Armor lock

Appearance: Donovan is a long time soldier and demolitions expert, and he shows it. His face and body are crisscrossed with a variety of scars. He has a broad, flat face, with a nose that looks like it's been broken more than once. His eyes are dark brown, and his hair is a closely shave black. Donovan is large, in both height and width. He stands at 6'4", and has a broad chest, and thick arms. He is in almost all aspects, intimidating.

History: Donovan comes from a long line of military men, and he is no different. He joined the USMC straight out of high school, and quickly distinguished himself as a capable soldier. He quickly found he was very talented in the usage of explosives, and specialized in them. He spent nearly a decade serving in the USMC, and in one particular case, managed to rig an entire enemy occupied fort with plastic explosives. He served honorably, and was promoted accordingly until Project Freelancer took notice of him. He joined up eagerly, hoping to distinguish himself further. In training, he mastered the art of ambush tactics and trap laying.

Personality: Despite his gruff appearance, Donovan is very friendly and gregarious. He is a loud person, and has the bad habit of shouting out to friends, acquaintances, and even strangers, at long distances. He is not serious at all, and likes to tell jokes and pull pranks on others in his down time. There are very few people Donovan has met that he didn't like, and try to make friends with. Even on mission and in training, he likes to make conversation with anyone around.

Any specific weaknesses/flaws: He is lacking in the way of long range combat. He can manage close range due to his size, but he's not as good as those who have trained in it.

Quirks: Talks too much, hence his nickname.

This is an app for another RP that went nowhere, so it's a bit different than the bio you posted. If you need anything changed, feel free to let me know.

That's fine we just need to wait for anyone else who wants to join to post their bio.

So it appears we are using halo 4 armour, makes my life easy.

Name: Milo Cash
-Codename: Alaska

Sex: Male

Age: 27





Armor Ability: Built in thrusters (to increase speed, and mobility), gun/knife compartments built in

Backstory: Milo wasn't raised into a normal life, he was from the first memory he was in the midst of the super-soldiers training. The life style was great for those who wanted it, Milo wasn't one of them, but he went with it till he was finally one of the super-soldiers he was always near. With his massed training he went through many fields changing armour each time to fit the hat, till he settled into Wetwork. High profile work, that he loved more, between assassinations (which were normally "fun") and VIP escort it was brilliant for him. Until Operation Daybreaker, it was going to settle a civil war, killing off both leaders for each side. Early morning hence the name thinking no one would be prepared, they were ready but no matter rebels versus Spartans was easy, until the Covenant appeared. Five of the nine man Spartan team were massacred, the other 4 taken as prisoners. Tortured daily for a month before the Jiralhanae took possession of the 4 Spartans from the Sangheili. Each to be eaten, each were until it got to Milo, but he was ready. As he was prepped for eating, he took the "Chef's" knife, using it to kill him, and eventually escape the camp. From that day on Milo survived getting lucky that the next people who found him was a UNSC Scouting team (Who Milo may have accidentally killed a few of). His report telling of the torture and then watching his friends get eaten. From then on he began seeming more animal and eventually being "discharged" A.K.A he disappeared onto the streets becoming a merc, before Freelancer took him up.

Flaws: He's lost touch with a lot of his humanity, and is "socially awkward". Seeing or mention of a Jiralhanae or of his old team enrages him.

Skills: Hand-to-Hand, anti-infiltration, protecting, driving/piloting

Side note: He kept the "Chef's" knife,

It doesn't have to be Halo 4 armor. People just picked it. I'll give it a couple more hours for anyone eps who wants to join. I'm not sure if I want to start at the situation I presented above or slightly before it. Hmmmm ill decide later.

Halo 4 was easier for me anyway, otherwise I'd be to customizey and need someone with vanity

Name: Buster Keegan
Sex: Male
Appearance: Keegan is slight of build, with pale blue eyes, shaved head, and light tan skin. He has an athletic body type.



Backstory: Believe it or not, Keegan was once a crack-shot for the Insurrectionists. This was due in no small part to his upbringing on one of the more remote colonies, having to hunt for food to make sure not only his family, but town were able to have some food in their bellies. The obvious lack of support from the UNSC and the rough environment for which he had grown up, made his decision to join up with this ever going "Insurrection" all the more easier. Keegan saw more than his fair share of battle, though he was more often than not far off from the actual fighting. Within no time at all, the young man had made a name for himself among fellow Insurrectionists, many factions squabbling over whether or not he should be with them or another group. Even the UNSMC began to tell tales of him, as the military discovered that the constant harassment of patrols and ever climbing casualties count was all due to one man. Before any real action could be focused on this, the Covenant had began it's genocide of the outer colonies, and the one Keegan had been hold up on was one of the lucky ones to have the Covenant land on.

The UNSMC forces were bolstered, not by reinforcements, but by the contingent of Insurrectionists on the planet. Keegan and his comrades aided the UNSMC to beat back the Covenant onslaught, surprisingly coming out on top. However, just as the small scouting ship left the planet's orbit (they didn't know at the time it was only that) for easier pickings and to report back to the Prophets, the UNSMC turned their guns once more on the Insurrectionists. Caught off guard, nearly the entire contingent was killed, leaving Keegan one of the few remaining survivors. Though he wished to exact revenge on the quick betrayal, Keegan was soon routed out and found himself restrained. In his mind he expected the soldiers were just holding him to verify their capture, probably for some reward at finally capturing the infamous sniper. Yet, as he adjusted to the lighting in the craft, he found that the people around him looked nothing like the military pukes he'd been fighting for the past few years. Instead, he found himself presented in front of a mysterious older man. Just as he was about to say something none to flattering about the man, the figure spoke.

"You have been a rather interesting subject, Mr. Keegan, rather interesting indeed.." he paused as he noticed Keegan's eyes widening slightly "Why, you're very special, but you know that already. Not many can claim to have shown the UNSMC their own medicine, fewer still have actually done so. I give you an option. You can join a special program I have begun working on and possibly aid me, though don't worry, we aren't associated with the UNSC. Your other option is to refuse, where I will of course turn you over to the UNSMC, who I'm sure will be mighty glad to finally get a shot at you."

"Not much of an option. I guess the only real choice is to sign on with whatever you've got going on here." Keegan grumbled, his eyes focusing on the man in front of him. "Who are you by the way? Be good to at least know the name of my black mailer."

"I'm glad you see it my way, very very glad." the older man said, stepping forward into the light, revealing to Keegan an educated looking man with deep furrowed brows and piercing eyes that seemed to analyze him like a computer.

"I am the Director and welcome, too Project Freelancer."

Flaws: Lacks CQB skills, A bit self centered, not very sociable, cold

Skills: Marksmanship that rivals that of an ODST trooper at medium - long range, ability to stay cool under pressure, and a penchant for being a sarcastic asshole.

Sorry if the back story is a bit rough, just wanted to get out as much as I could without passing out. Well, I'm gonna try and get some sleep now, so I hope I'm able to partake in this RP!

I'll post the first IC later unless one of you wants to start it. It's going to start on the shuttle going to the cruiser where we'll be assigned our agent names and armor.

Ok, with permission I'd like to start with basic wetwork and my guy add his stuff on himself later. (If you'd rather just give it to him with it I'll take it)

You're armor is already set aside, I'm just waiting until later to introduce certain things like armor. But other than that there are some things that I'd like to say Before I write the IC. Depending on how this goes if it doesn't die things may be introduced to your character that you may want to put in your bio. SO if you guys want to whenever something is added like signature weapon or something like that feel free to repost your bio with the new info added. This is just so it's easier later for people to understand and have a greater knowledge of your character. But other than that I'll start on the IC and then we can actually do this.

Ill post a IC tomorrow

Anyone have anything to add to progress?

Until the story progresses to the arrival point there is nothing to add but chit chat.

I believe now is time for the time skip

Is this dead now?