All the rules in RPG are present here, but here are a few of mine
1. Don’t have your character speak as if they were not trained or were a 12 year old. This is the TR, whom has the most trained soldiers on Auraxis. Swear like a (semi)sailor, as long as it’s not directed at other RPers
2. This is a mid-casual roleplay, meaning that most posts should be at least 1 paragraph and decent grammar. I know some people won’t be able to post that much all the time, that’s fine with me. Just don’t do it too much…please
3. If you have a sub-plot, please discuss it with me through PM to see if could fit in with the plot. If you do not, and you try to incorporate it without permission, I’ll have to kick you from the thread.

Name( a real name, no anime-like names):
Nickname(optional but recommended):
gender:
Age:
Description/picture(I prefer descriptions, but if you want to use a pic that's fine):
Rank:
Class:
preferred weapons:
helmet:
camouflage(optional):
certifications(2 suit ability slots available, every other slot is 1):
background:
personality:
other:

Name: Aidan A. Fletcher
Nickname: Fletch
gender:male
Age:20
Description: Aidan is shorter and smaller than others of his age, standing at just 5'5" with a waist circumference of 26 inches. His brown hair and hazel eyes compliment his slightly pale skin, which is always hidden from the outside world-unless permitted to.
Rank:private, FNG
Class:Engineer
preferred weapons: TRAC-5S and TX2 Emperor
helmet:Advanced Combat Helmet
camouflage: Aftershox camo
certifications:Advanced Shield Capacitor and Flak Armor(SUIT),tank mines(UTILITY),Sticky grenade(GRENADE),MANA turret and Ammunition package(ABILITY), Nano-Armor kit(TOOL)
background:Aidan was born aboard a transport ship before the war began, being raised among New Conglomerate rebels as his parents were killed by the sloppiness of a raid on the other side of the craft, and was transported down with them when they found their living quarters. at the age of 7 he was rescued by some soldiers on Amerish, and was sent back up as soon as they cleared the area. Since then, Aidan has conspired to become a soldier of the Republic just like the men who had saved him, to protect everyone from the Rebels and the Technophiles.
personality: Aidan is a friendly, nervous and humorous soldier whom when under pressure can forget how to set up a turret. He is often curious and concerned of others serving under the Red and Black, and would definitely sacrifice one of his many lives to make sure they were alive and kicking. And before you ask, he isn't so friendly towards the other two factions.
other:If this is rushed or incomplete, I'm tired, have a headache and can't type for sh*t

Name: Nathan Sanders
Nickname: Ghost
gender: Male
Age: 33
Description/picture: Generally just cold and distant. He wears grey or black t-shirts and pants when off-duty in casual wear, or just the uniform. He's not exactly tall at around 5' 9", but the way he could look at you will make one feel as if he's looking down on you, not the other way around. He's not really large, but he's wiry and lean, tough and hardened. Light green eyes and a blank or a serious expression stays on his face. Few things have made his expression change.

Rank: Lieutenant
Class: Infiltrator
preferred weapons: Scout Rifles, SMGs
-Scout Rifle HSR-1
-SMG-46 Armistice

helmet: Dreadnaught
camouflage(optional): Depends on the environment. Cold and snowy; dappled white and light grey. Lush and green; dappled green, brown, and dark green. Etc. Urban environments bring him out with a custom black paintjob.

certifications(2 suit ability slots available, every other slot is 1):
Passive Advanced Hacking
Tool Motion Detection
Ability Hunter Cloaking Device
Suit Ammunition Belt
Suit Nanoweave Armor
Grenade Decoy

background: Nathan was a son of a retired general, and his permanently-hired companion. Shortly after his birth, they married, if only to make a resemblance of a family.
personality: Generally distant. He sees no reason in socializing; he just sees the people around him as people who are on their last stretches. He's seen people go down, soldier after soldier. He figures that he's got limited time left too, he's just smarter. He had never died, and he feared that if he did, and he Rebirthed, IF he did, then his skills may not be as good as they used to be; his reflexes slower; his thinking duller.
other: Commonly uses a Mosquito in combat to either transport himself quickly from place to place, use as a decoy, or provide air support.

Name
Ivor Faulkner

Nickname
Ive

Gender
Male

Age
23

Description
Standing at around 6"4", Ivor's most distinguishing feature is his impressive figure, complete with broad shoulders and a wide set stance. His hair is a dirty blonde and often a tad longer than the regulation buzz cut, but he hides it with a cap when off duty. On those rare occasions when he isn't in a full combat suit, Ivor can often be found lazing about in jeans and old shirts, all semblance of military discipline gone.

Rank
Private

Class
Heavy Assault, MAX-trained

Preferred Weapons

T-7 Mini-Chaingun with Extended Magazine

TX2 Emperor

His face.
Not one to bring a knife to a gun fight, Ivor would much rather headbutt the enemy in melee before finishing them off with a burst of chaingun fire.

Helmet
Nanocom Helmet

Camouflage
As the resident frontliner, Ivor has no need for camouflage and displays his Terran red with pride.

Certifications
Advanced Shield Capacitor
Ammuniton Belt
Nanite Mesh Generator

Background
The Faulkner family has not always been ardent patriots of the Republic. In the past, members have been everything from disgruntled unionists and malcontents to full-blown rebels and insurrectionists; many Faulkners have died fighting against the ideals that Ivor holds so dear. Born in a hydroponic farming community, he would likely have led a mediocre life if the New Conglomerate hadn't decided to make an example of them. While the details of the attack are hazy, the end result was Ivor spending his formative years in a TR orphanage, learning the important things from the school of hard knocks; honour, justice, duty and undying loyalty to the Terran Republic. Naturally he signed up as soon as he was able, although it was years before he was assigned to a combat unit.

Personality
Ivor is both the most motivated and lazy person you will ever meet. While this may seem paradoxical, it is a result of a lifetime's education and political indoctrination; when on duty, Ivor knuckles down to do his job as best he can and when off-duty he just lazes about, waiting for the next call to arms. Regardless of where he is, Ivor's dry sense of humour and fierce loyalty to his comrades makes him an easy to like, low maintenance member of the team. Just don't get him drunk.

Other
Ivor is fully trained on the operation of MAX suits, competent in every MAX weapon in the TR arsenal. This comes at a cost however; all that time spent training on MAXing means that he barely had time to learn how to handle a Flash, let alone a real combat vehicle.

Name: Andrew McKensie

Nickname: 'Wasp'

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Description/picture: Standing at about 5"3, Andrew isn't that tall but he definitely isn't tiny. He has short, light brown hair, barely reaching his ears but admittedly, it's rather scruffy. He is light weight, suiting his role as a Light Assault, letting him fly around and carry himself in the air marginally better. His shoulders are not broad.

Rank: Specialist.

Class: Light Assault

preferred weapons: FA1 Barrage Shotgun
TX1 Repeater
Chain-Blade and fists
In melee situations where Andrew is disarmed or can't use his weapon, he mixes brawling with knife combat.

helmet:
The Advanced Combat Helmet


camouflage: Most of the time, none. He proudly wears the red of the Terran Republic.

certifications:
Jump Jets
Nano weave Armour
Grenade Bandolier
C4

background: Andrew was born to a very patriotic Terran Republic suppoting family, and was raised like them. He grew up around propaganda and the like, wanting to be a member of the military and serving the Republic for peace on Auraxis by taking out the rebel scum and alien techies. He practically jumped at the chance to join them. He trained in hit and run tactics, ambushes, air combat and most of all...Usage of jump jets. Though it was a long time before he was assigned to a squad, he was finally put into Echo squad.

personality: A loyal patriot, Andrew would serve the Republic to his dying breath. He is intelligent, yet stubborn, thinking outside the box and not giving up on it. He does have, however, a trickster side to him, being a sarcastic twat and often making jokes about his squadmates off duty. He generally wears sweaters and jeans when off duty.
On duty, however...
If you noticed the shadow of something hovering over you and a glint of red, you're already another kill to add to the Wasps list.

other: Outside of Light Assault training, Andrew has learnt how to use air vehicles, such as Mosquitos, Valkyries, Liberators and galaxies. For the rest of the vehicles however, he doesn't have a clue.