_The Flood were the greatest enemy Humanity ever faced... Intelligent, fast, strong, better than our best. And worst of all? They could recruit! Everything was hopeless... Hopeless, that is, until we brought out our homegrown, 100%, bonafide bad-ass son-of-a-bitch: The Master Chief. Chief sure as hell taught those Flood what for, he beat the bastards three times. We thought that the Flood has crawled back to their hole after those ass-whoopings. We, evidently, underestimated them. It's been a year since the New Phoenix incident. Master Chief is MIA. The Flood are back. It started small, mind you.The UNSC Infinity found a ship, drifting in space. Spirit of Fire, it was called. Whole damn boat was infested with those creepy-crawlies. Infected the whole ship, record time, too. Infinity made its way back to Earth, snuck past our defenses, and infected the whole damn planet. But what happened after that? Fuck, hell if I know. After that, the UNSC just started falling apart. Flood kept spreading, but the news didn't come. Some of us are dead in the water out here, others are stuck ground side without an orders to go off of. Me? I figure, there's one order left: Survive._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to this Halo: The Flood RP. Basically, the deal is, The Flood have infected a massive portion of the known Galaxy and grow stronger every day. We are a rag-tag team of survivors trying to survive, and give the Flood a run for their money. This is a somewhat nontraditional Halo RP, as it will be more focused on conservation of ammo, water and food, equipment maintenance, rather than just lots of fighting. This starts on Reach, which was re-terraformed after it was destroyed. We're in New Alexandria, to start. It's been a few days since the outbreak, and the UNSC is in disarray. Orders have stopped coming. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rules: 1. No power playing/godmodding. 2. Be nice to each other, in OOC. No matter what's happening between characters in the RP, try to maintain respect for each other. 3. Don't kill someone elses character or do serious damage to them without explicit permission from their creator. Of course, if they're being an idiot like "my character charged into a horde of flood in his underwear with nothing but a stick a stick shouting 'clang clang clang went the trolley'," you are, of course, allowed to ask my permission to kill them, rather than asking for their creators. 4. If you've read the rules, find any Srgt. Maj. Johnson quote and put it in the 'other' section of your character sheet. 5. Post characters in the OOC section to be accepted, and then post them in tha character section after they are accepted. 6. Try to be reasonably realistic. If you're an ODST, no way you could punch a flood combat form to death like a Spartan could. Lack of food and water are bad. Ammo is limited! 7. Two characters at most for one person. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Character Sheet Name: Nickname: Gender: Age: Appearance:(Either a picture of five sentences of physical description. Your character's face and build, not their armor.) Type of Character:(Options are, Civilian, Marine/Army/Navy member, Unggoy/Grunt, ODST, Naval Ship Captain, ONI Agent, Sangheili, Spartan.) Rank:(Civilians have no rank. Try to make sure you're using the correct ranking system for your character(I can provide links if needed)) Armor/Clothing:(Picture and description of armor capabilities. If it's only clothing, a picture or physical description would suffice.) Weapons:(Don't go overboard. You can't go around carrying an assault rifle, a DMR, a rocket launcher and a grenade launcher all at once. Also, about how much ammo does the weapon have? In battery percentage, clips, rounds, etc.) Equipment:(Food, water. Extra stuff like rope, electronic lockpicks, C-12 explosive, etc.) Personality: (Five sentences or more) History: (Five sentences. Explain how they got into the military, or what civilian life was like for them. Explain how they've survived the past few days, and how they ended up in New Alexandira.) Other:(Misc. Stuff) Please note that Spartans and Sangheili will be graded with extra scrutiny, and I will only be taking two of each. Unggoy will only be accepted if there is a Sangheili that is their 'master'.

I would kill to roll as Flapjack the Unggoy pastissie or something equally ridiculous, so I'll keep an eye out for any prospective masters.

If i need to change anything then plz let me know. I ask that you don't expect it to be perfect. This is my first cs in awhile. Name: Voro' Refum Nickname: Field Master Gender: Male Age:71 Appearance: He stands at 8'6  Type of Character: Sangheili Rank: Field Master Armor/Clothing: His shield is strong enough to protect him form the direct impact of a rocket before collapsing. His armor does protect him from small arms fire and assault rifle rounds to an extent, it cant however protect him form armor piercing sniper rounds however the average sniper round will not pierce his armor.  Weapons:He is down to an energy sword with a full charge Equipment: 2 plasma grenades, a small back pack he found, 3 bottles of water, and some vegetables. Personal energy shield. Personality: Voro is a very honorable and caring person. He even cares for the grunts that are under his command. Voro has never truly gotten over his hatred of the humans but he doesn't let this cloud his judgement of how they are. He is always willing to put his life on the line for his troops and the greater good. Voro prefers a more strategic approach to situations and never goes into a situation without a plan. His experience on the field has made him a quick thinker and allows him to keep calm under extremely dangerous situations that would cause others to panic. He is a very honorable and respectful Sangheili. He is always willing to hear someones ideas but will be quick to shut them down if he knows it won't work. Voro over all speaks with an assertive voice and can be very aggressive in combat often showing no mercy to his enemies...especially the parasite. History: Voro was born in the year 2486 in the Sangheilios state Refum. Being Sangheili, he was raised in a "common room" to assure that he had an equal footing in his military career like ever other Sangheili. He was trained along side the others that shared the same "common room". In his training, he showed to excel more than most he was against and showed promise to become a great and honorable Sangheili. Service in the Covenant: When Voro was old enough, he was to serve the covenant as a minor. As a minor, he showed to follow orders without hesitation and showed unwavering loyalty to those who were put above him. His skill and honor allowed him to be promoted from a Minor to a Major after many great battles. Given his new rank which had authority, Voro was happy that he could show his skill as a greater warrior and a leader. Voro's tactics that he displayed were admittedly not the best being he was a relatively new leader, however he proved to be a valued and well respected leader none the less. Voro found himself serving as a Major for a long time. Though he did prove to be a great leader, he couldn't find himself a situation in which he could prove to be worthy of more. It did not take forever and soon he found himself an opportunity to prove himself. Voro had taken place in a full ground assult that was vital to the Covenant in their fight against the UNSC. Voro along with many other Ultras on the field were taking orders from none other than a Field master. For a time, the battle was going well, Covenant forces were moving steadily forward and UNSC forces were beginning to order a retreat. However, in the midst of an early celebrated victory, the field master was assassinated. The tide of battle quickly turned. Covenant forces were beginning to go into panic and the UNSC began to gain back their footing. In the midst of the panic, Voro had taken charge, quickly giving out orders to what forces were left. Voro found himself fighting a now desperate battle and had no other choice than to simply hold out. All tactical advantages had been destroyed when orders were cut off and they no longer had the ability to flank the enemy. Voro's were not to gain a foothold but were to hold out as long as possible. Voro had come to accept that if this was his death then he was glad that he died with honor. However, Voro's orders and the fighting of his soldiers had payed off. They managed to hold off long enough for Covenant reinforcements to arrive and secure a victory. When the surviving Ultras were asked for a report of what happened, Voro and his were mentioned. This deed did not making him a immediate feild master but it did allow him a position to serve under one directly. His Field master Rtas' Kasamee had taught Voro a lot about battlefield tactics and the duty given with his rank. Over time, Voro had found himself a friend a mentor. The Great Schism: It was on the day that Voro had found himself promoted to Field Master that he was betrayed. In the middle of an operation, he was fired upon by the brutes. Though Voro managed to fight his way out, he had no support. Voro later managed to contact help and find out what had happened. When he discovered that the prophets were responsible his hatred had reached unimaginable heights. To believe all the service his brothers had done for the Covenant and then to be betrayed in the end was enraging beyond imaginable. Voro found himself joining the covenant remnant for a time under the rank of warrior. However, he did not like that hatred that his brothers spoke of. He spent all of his free contemplating his decision. In the end, he took what troops had supported him and left the remnant to join the Swords of Sanheilios. He made but one request and that was to keep his armor as a reminder of the hatred that clouded his mind. He then continued his service as a field master. He ended up being stuck on Reach when the fleet he was with had heard its distress call. When his ship landed to aid and evacuate the survivors it was over run with the flood. He has since help kept a group of his troops and humans alive. Other: "This is it, baby. Hold me." - To the Elite, who hugs him.

I believe I have found my Sangheili. BKburke, would you like to have a pet Unggoy?

Can I name you lil Tim?

BKburke, I like it! I would say it's accepted, however, since I'm only accepting a small number of Elites, I'd like to give others more opportunity before I make a decision.

It's fine. Glad you like it.

Name: Svipyod, Son of Kipyat Nickname: Yod Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance  Type of Character: Unggoy Rank: Minor Armour/Clothing: As an Unggoy Minor, Svipyod's armour is depressingly thin. Aside from the built-in methane rebreather, it contains almost no examples of modern technology and is little more than an armoured gas tank. He has however managed to scavenge a few bits and pieces since landing on Reach, including a couple of UNSC Army pouches on a bandoleer. Weapons: Type-25 Directed Energy Rifle, Jiralhanae variant (aka Brute Plasma Rifle). Claimed during a particularly bloody battle against the traitorous Jiralhanae, this rifle has been lovingly maintained and recharged a dozen times over and is Svipyod's second most prized possession after his hunting rock. Equipment: 2x Three-day Methane Tanks 1x Methane Field Still 1x Authentic Unggoy Hunting Rock, complete with several dozen minor kill marks Personality: It speaks volumes that even Svipyod's own less-than-gifted kind consider him rather dumb, albeit in a kind-hearted, naive kind of way. Unggoy society generally rewards the strong and selfish, and yet somehow Svipyod has survived on a philosophy of altruism and respect. He truly bears no ill will toward any other sentient being, not even those nasty racist Kig-Yar or the Jiralhanae and their Unggoy-eating ways. Overall Svipyod could be described as a gentle little alien puppymonkeylizardthing, loyal to his Master and friendly toward anyone not currently trying to eat him. History: Unggoy traditionally do not have need for history. With an average life expectancy of months for newly enlisted Minors in the Covenant's military, most do not have time to chronicle their adventures. Svipyod is a rare exception to this rule, an Unggoy who has somehow survived the best part of a decade of service stretching back to before the discovery of the Parasite. In the eyes of his diminutive people, Svipyod is a grizzled veteran of a hundred campaigns, equal in honour and achievement to any Sangheili warrior; in truth, he is just a lucky little bugger, lacking in the most basic leadership skills required for promotion and yet somehow skilled enough to have survived every battle so far. Stuck in a dead end job and at the bottom of the pile, Svipyod believes he has nowhere to go but up and so serves his Master to the best of his ability as both an infantryman and personal assistant. If nothing else, Svipyod is a pretty good cook. For an Unggoy. Other: Svipyod is quite the animal person and hunter, making him adept at scrounging up meat. Admittedly said meat is often rat, but in the circumstances... When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spines, and toss 'em away, laughin'! Am I right, Marines? --- Is he Grunty enough?

I'm gonna have a high-ranking ONI Agent up here pretty quick. He's the type of highranking Agent that gets sent down with ODSTs and maybe a Spartan to take care of sensitive objectives, requiring the special "Spook" touch.

Character Sheet Name: Lennart Bennewitz Nickname: Lenny "Nuke Duck" Gender: Male Age:23 Appearance:  Type of Character:Marine Rank:PFC Armor/Clothing: A slightly altered version of the standard UNSC Marine Battle Dress, while it still provides excellent protection from traditional ballistic weaponry (barring high powered sniper rifles) Lenny has incorporated a thicker sheet of flak armor across the torso and arms to suit his preferred weapons of choice, explosives. The armor, however still retains the weaknesses of its vanilla counterpart towards plasma weaponry, and while the thickened flak plates provide a modicum of protection, it was designed to catch shrapnel, not super-heated particles. That said, the extra weight of the flak plates are a hindrance. Weapons: - M319 Individual Grenade Launcher (2 HE rounds left) "Gromp", Lenny's pride and joy, requisitioned just prior to the Fall of Reach. - M7 Caseless Submachine Gun (2 Full 30 Round Mags Left) - x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades Equipment: - x2 C-12 "Damage Packs" - x2 C-7 Foam Explosives - x1 Electronic Explosives Trigger - S.I. Marine Survival Pack ( 2 days Rations, Fatigues, Radio) - S90 Gas Mask - EB Green "Duct Tape" - x1 Lotus Anti-Tank Mines - x2 Antlion Anti-Personal Mines Personality: Lenny can best be described in one word. Paranoid. Having survived ambushes (giving or receiving) from both human and alien, Lenny follows the age old rule of: "Better Safe than Sorry." Has a habit of outlining camp perimeters with high grade explosives and traps even in the most peaceful of times, and exponentially increasing severity in the worst of times. Regards strangers with disdain and distrust, always creating escape routes and contingency plans in all scenarios. While not actively hostile to those who don't directly endanger him or his squad, he keeps a finger on the trigger and a grenade ready to use at the drop of the hat. That said, he's fiercely loyal to the (few) comrades he makes, and believes vengeance is best served with 20 pounds of fiery death. History: Born in a mining complex on Muroto, an Earth-sized moon in the Chi Ceti system of the Outer Colonies. Not wanting to be a crystal miner his entire life, with bright and naive eyes he joined the UNSC Marine Corp. He first saw combat against the Insurrectionists as a standard run-of-the-mill grunt when his platoon ran into an Insurrection ambush. You'd imagine a man to fear the sight and sound of explosions after his squad-mates were decimated by a well placed C-12 charge, but Lenny took it as a deadly, yet valuable lesson. Setting off charges and grenades he impeded the Insurrectionist assault long enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to save him and two others. Lenny took these lessons to heart, the world now hostile, cold, and advancing, only slowed by a well placed mine. Promoted to a PFC and reassigned to another company he became the resident demolitions expert; with the coming of the Covenant menace, he and his comrades fought tooth-and-bomb on the Halo Installations culminating into the final Human-Shenghelli victory. After the war, he was posted in a remote outpost outside of New Alexandria. When the Flood began their horrific infestation of the galaxy, his new squad was tasked with civil defense, which soon after collapsed in the chaos. He and his squad holed up in the cities' metro system, but over time casualties in the squad amounted to Lenny being the sole survivor, trapped in a underground maintenance room, not expecting help to come. Other: “When I die, please bury me deep! Place an MA5 down by my feet! Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear! Just pack my box with PT gear! 'Cuz one early morning 'bout zero five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone! It's just my ghost on a PT run!” — UNSC Cadence

### Character Sheets ---------------------------------- **Name:** Ken Holgersen **Nickname:** Professor ** Gender:** Male **Age:** 58 **Appearance:** An old man, with a slender build and of meagre height. He has balding grey hair, thick rimmed glasses and blue eyes. His left leg is prosthetic from just above the kneecap, although it is covered in artificial skin and not immediately noticeable. He is of Caucasian descent. ** Type of Character:**Civilian **Title:** Specialist Consultant in Exobiology **Clothing:** White, knee length lab coat. Grey suit trousers. Black leather shoes. Blue shirt, black tie. ** Weapons:** None ** Equipment:** Laptop, two bottles of water, three MRE pouches, four syringes of experimental anti-parasitic formula. **Personality:** Ken is an arrogant academic. Denied a social life from a young age, due to his unusually high level of intelligence, he can appear extremely awkward and even ignorant in social situations. His logical approach to matters can often present him as a heartless individual, although in truth he always advocates sacrificing the few for the many. **History:** Ken was one of the key researchers on Reach exploring medicinal means of combating the Flood. His team had tried countless anti-parasitic formulas on a wide range of theoretical test subjects, being denied a living one due to the risks. Before his facility was evacuated, his team were able to produce very promising results. However, the Flood have now destroyed the facility and all of his research, meaning the laptop and the four phials are the last of his legacy. As of now, Ken's formula has only been tested by a computer, not on a real Flood victim, so its true effect is yet to be determined. ** Other:** "School is now in session!" ------------------------------------------------------- **Name:** Zhenya Lagunov **Nickname:** Zhen ** Gender:** Female **Age:** 29 **Appearance:** Small but athletic frame. Blonde hair, tied back and kept short in military fashion. Blue eyes and soft features. 50% of her flesh is covered in plasma burns, a personal relic from a decade ago. She is of Caucasian descent. ** Type of Character:** ONI Security Agent **Rank:** Captain, Security Section **Clothing:**  Pilot variant of the UNSC BDU. ** Weapons:** M6C/SOCOM | 24 x 12.7x40mm ** Equipment:** First Aid Box, Location Transponder, three MRE pouches, two bottles of water. **Personality:** Zhenya is a no-nonsense type. She never laughs, and rarely smiles. Always, her mind is on getting the job done. She does not suffer screw ups. She has no problem with aggressively disagreeing with her peers, regardless of rank, in the current situation. **History:** Zhenya is the sole survivor of the ONI Security detail assigned to Doctor Ken Holgersen. Initially, she piloted the UH-144 Falcon that extracted her team and the doctor from the beleaguered research facility. However, ground fire from the Flood stuck one of the rotors, forcing her to perform a crash landing. This killed most of her team, but she and the doctor escaped unharmed. She has spent the last two days hauling her charge to the nearest safe zone - but finds them overrun each time. **Other:** "You heard the lady! Move like you've got a purpose!"

> Name: Svipyod, Son of Kipyat > > > Nickname: Yod > > > Gender: Male > > > Age: 24 > > > Appearance > >  > > > > Type of Character: Unggoy > > > > Rank: Minor > > > > Armour/Clothing: As an Unggoy Minor, Svipyod's armour is depressingly thin. Aside from the built-in methane rebreather, it contains almost no examples of modern technology and is little more than an armoured gas tank. He has however managed to scavenge a few bits and pieces since landing on Reach, including a couple of UNSC Army pouches on a bandoleer. > > > Weapons: > > Type-25 Directed Energy Rifle, Jiralhanae variant (aka Brute Plasma Rifle). Claimed during a particularly bloody battle against the traitorous Jiralhanae, this rifle has been lovingly maintained and recharged a dozen times over and is Svipyod's second most prized possession after his hunting rock. > > Equipment: > > 2x Three-day Methane Tanks > > 1x Methane Field Still > > 1x Authentic Unggoy Hunting Rock, complete with several dozen minor kill marks > > Personality: It speaks volumes that even Svipyod's own less-than-gifted kind consider him rather dumb, albeit in a kind-hearted, naive kind of way. Unggoy society generally rewards the strong and selfish, and yet somehow Svipyod has survived on a philosophy of altruism and respect. He truly bears no ill will toward any other sentient being, not even those nasty racist Kig-Yar or the Jiralhanae and their Unggoy-eating ways. Overall Svipyod could be described as a gentle little alien puppymonkeylizardthing, loyal to his Master and friendly toward anyone not currently trying to eat him. > > History: Unggoy traditionally do not have need for history. With an average life expectancy of months for newly enlisted Minors in the Covenant's military, most do not have time to chronicle their adventures. Svipyod is a rare exception to this rule, an Unggoy who has somehow survived the best part of a decade of service stretching back to before the discovery of the Parasite. In the eyes of his diminutive people, Svipyod is a grizzled veteran of a hundred campaigns, equal in honour and achievement to any Sangheili warrior; in truth, he is just a lucky little bugger, lacking in the most basic leadership skills required for promotion and yet somehow skilled enough to have survived every battle so far. Stuck in a dead end job and at the bottom of the pile, Svipyod believes he has nowhere to go but up and so serves his Master to the best of his ability as both an infantryman and personal assistant. > > If nothing else, Svipyod is a pretty good cook. For an Unggoy. > > Other: Svipyod is quite the animal person and hunter, making him adept at scrounging up meat. Admittedly said meat is often rat, but in the circumstances... > > When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spines, and toss 'em away, laughin'! Am I right, Marines? > > > --- > > > Is he Grunty enough? He's certainly Grunty enough. **Accepted!** We'll pick his master once the Elites are decided. > Character Sheet > > Name: Lennart Bennewitz > > Nickname: Lenny "Nuke Duck" > > Gender: Male > > Age:23 > > Appearance:  > > Type of Character:Marine > > Rank:PFC > > Armor/Clothing: A slightly altered version of the standard UNSC Marine Battle Dress, while it still provides excellent protection from traditional ballistic weaponry (barring high powered sniper rifles) Lenny has incorporated a thicker sheet of flak armor across the torso and arms to suit his preferred weapons of choice, explosives. The armor, however still retains the weaknesses of its vanilla counterpart towards plasma weaponry, and while the thickened flak plates provide a modicum of protection, it was designed to catch shrapnel, not super-heated particles. That said, the extra weight of the flak plates are a hindrance. > > Weapons: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher "Gromp", Lenny's pride and joy, requisitioned just prior to the Fall of Reach. > M7 Caseless Submachine Gun > M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > C-12 "Damage Packs" > C-7 Foam Explosives > Electronic Explosives Trigger > S.I. Marine Survival Pack (Rations, Fatigues, Radio) > S90 Gas Mask > EB Green "Duct Tape" > Lotus Anti-Tank Mines > Antlion Anti-Personal Mines > > Personality: Lenny can best be described in one word. Paranoid. Having survived ambushes (giving or receiving) from both human and alien, Lenny follows the age old rule of: "Better Safe than Sorry." Has a habit of outlining camp perimeters with high grade explosives and traps even in the most peaceful of times, and exponentially increasing severity in the worst of times. Regards strangers with disdain and distrust, always creating escape routes and contingency plans in all scenarios. While not actively hostile to those who don't directly endanger him or his squad, he keeps a finger on the trigger and a grenade ready to use at the drop of the hat. That said, he's fiercely loyal to the (few) comrades he makes, and believes vengeance is best served with 20 pounds of fiery death. > > History: Born in a mining complex on Muroto, an Earth-sized moon in the Chi Ceti system of the Outer Colonies. Not wanting to be a crystal miner his entire life, with bright and naive eyes he joined the UNSC Marine Corp. He first saw combat against the Insurrectionists as a standard run-of-the-mill grunt when his platoon ran into an Insurrection ambush. You'd imagine a man to fear the sight and sound of explosions after his squad-mates were decimated by a well placed C-12 charge, but Lenny took it as a deadly, yet valuable lesson. Setting off charges and grenades he impeded the Insurrectionist assault long enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to but save but 3. Lenny took these lessons to heart, the world now hostile, cold, and advancing, only slowed by a well placed mine. Promoted to a PFC and reassigned to another company he became the resident demolitions expert; with the coming of the Covenant menace, he and his comrades fought tooth-and-bomb on the Halo Installations culminating into the final Human-Shenghelli victory. After the war, he was posted in a remote outpost outside of New Alexandria. When the Flood began their horrific infestation of the galaxy, his new squad was tasked with civil defense, which soon after collapsed in the chaos. He and his squad holed up in the cities' metro system but casualties in the squad amounted to Lenny being the sole survivor, trapped in a underground maintenance room, not expecting help to come. > > Other: “When I die, please bury me deep! Place an MA5 down by my feet! Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear! Just pack my box with PT gear! 'Cuz one early morning 'bout zero five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone! It's just my ghost on a PT run!” > — UNSC Cadence Barkmeat; This is good, but that seems like a very large amount of explosives for one man to be just carrying around. Can you put a more definitve cap on how many explosives he has? Like, say, three Lotus, one C-12 pack, etc. Also, around how much ammo has he got? In terms of rounds/clips would suffice. > ### Character Sheets > ---------------------------------- > > **Name:** Ken Holgersen > > **Nickname:** Professor > > ** > Gender:** Male > > **Age:** 58 > > **Appearance:** An old man, with a slender build and of meagre height. He has balding grey hair, thick rimmed glasses and blue eyes. His left leg is prosthetic from just above the kneecap, although it is covered in artificial skin and not immediately noticeable. He is of Caucasian descent. > > ** > Type of Character:**Civilian > > **Title:** Specialist Consultant in Exobiology > > **Clothing:** White, knee length lab coat. Grey suit trousers. Black leather shoes. Blue shirt, black tie. > > ** > Weapons:** None > > ** > Equipment:** Laptop, two bottles of water, three MRE pouches, four syringes of experimental anti-parasitic formula. > > **Personality:** Ken is an arrogant academic. Denied a social life from a young age, due to his unusually high level of intelligence, he can appear extremely awkward and even ignorant in social situations. His logical approach to matters can often present him as a heartless individual, although in truth he always advocates sacrificing the few for the many. > > **History:** Ken was one of the key researchers on Reach exploring medicinal means of combating the Flood. His team had tried countless anti-parasitic formulas on a wide range of theoretical test subjects, being denied a living one due to the risks. Before his facility was evacuated, his team were able to produce very promising results. However, the Flood have now destroyed the facility and all of his research, meaning the laptop and the four phials are the last of his legacy. As of now, Ken's formula has only been tested by a computer, not on a real Flood victim, so its true effect is yet to be determined. > > ** > Other:** "School is now in session!" > > ------------------------------------------------------- > > **Name:** Zhenya Lagunov > > > **Nickname:** Zhen > > ** > Gender:** Female > > **Age:** 29 > > **Appearance:** Small but athletic frame. Blonde hair, tied back and kept short in military fashion. Blue eyes and soft features. 50% of her flesh is covered in plasma burns, a personal relic from a decade ago. She is of Caucasian descent. > > ** > Type of Character:** ONI Security Agent > > **Rank:** Captain, Security Section > > **Clothing:**  > > Pilot variant of the UNSC BDU. > > ** > Weapons:** M6C/SOCOM > > ** > Equipment:** First Aid Box, Location Transponder, three MRE pouches, two bottles of water. > > **Personality:** Zhenya is a no-nonsense type. She never laughs, and rarely smiles. Always, her mind is on getting the job done. She does not suffer screw ups. She has no problem with aggressively disagreeing with her peers, regardless of rank, in the current situation. > > **History:** Zhenya is the sole survivor of the ONI Security detail assigned to Doctor Ken Holgersen. Initially, she piloted the UH-144 Falcon that extracted her team and the doctor from the beleaguered research facility. However, ground fire from the Flood stuck one of the rotors, forcing her to perform a crash landing. This killed most of her team, but she and the doctor escaped unharmed. She has spent the last two days hauling her charge to the nearest safe zone - but finds them overrun each time. > > **Other:** "You heard the lady! Move like you've got a purpose!" > > > > Good! Only thing is, how much ammunition does Zhen's pistol have?

Changed up the explosives, yeh they were excessive sorry, but hopefully this should be better. Always up for more criticism.

The midget passes! Rat burgers with methane sauce for everyone!

Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. Name: Julián-Ángel G097 Nickname : Angel (Ángel) Gender: Male Age:24 Appearance: Short, jet-black hair. Fair skinned for someone fluent in Spanish. Although 24, could pass for mid-30s. Hazel, attentive eyes. Stands approximately seven feet tall. Not quite bulky, but muscular and toned, like most Spartans. Weight of 268 pounds. Around a half-ton with armor. Genetically enhanced bones and muscle growth. Type: Spartan Rank: Spartan Armor/Clothing: Standard Spartan MJOLNIR armor. The suit's shielding apparatus has long been dysfunctional, making Julián rely on himself rather than the armor. Suit has been painted over in an urban camouflage pattern. Weapons: SRS99C-Series 3 AM Bolt action Sniper Rifle. Toggling standard/night vision scope. Barrel rail with detachable range finder mounted 90 degrees from scope. Accurate up to 2.5 kilometers, depending on the shooter. Outfitted to shoot .45 caliber, .41 caliber, .454 caliber, and 410 gauge shotgun shells similar to the Taurus Raging Judge. Side arm is an intermittent-working M6D. Clip holder is busted from being dropped a long distance, so magazine must be held in with pinkie finger while firing. Pistol also jams approximately one every five shots. Equipment: Two bottles of water, a half-eaten box of protein bars, a quarter aerosol can of gun oil, a rag, sharpened safety scissors, and cheap crayola face paint, all contained within a small, worn-out black book bag. As far as ammo goes, sixteen .45 240 grain bullets, six 410 caliber shotgun shells, two .454 caliber 270 grain bullets, and one Spartan III grapple round with coil. Fourteen M6D rounds left. Standard Spartan II MJOLNIR, with the exception of the shielding and the addition of camo. Personality: Julián is reserved, but not altogether unfriendly. His speech is quick, concise, to the point. His loyalty to his team is unmatched. He is often called 'Angel' because of his savior-like tendency to protect others. He puts himself at risk before allowing anyone to be injured. Ángel's defining trait, however, is his memory. Similar to the marine snipers of old, he only needs glance at anything to remember it perfectly. He is genetically tailored to deciphering patterns, codes, etc. History: Julián knows very little of his history with his parents. Being "adopted" by the UNSC at such a young age did have its disadvantages. It also had it merits, however. The importance of glory and combat-readiness molded him into a go-getter, always looking to improve himself. Basic Spartan training proved to be a breeze. It was not until more specialized training that Julián discovered...road blocks. "¡Mírame, chico!" Chief Petty Officer Ferguson said, smirking, gun in arms. _Watch me, boy!_ "Bolt goes back, forward, safety off, fire!" he continued. It all happened quickly after that, even for Julián's sense of the word. The bolt came back, forward, the safety was pressed off -_click_-, and....CPO Ferguson fired once. Perfect shot, despite the fierce wind. The bolt came back again, chucking the smoking cartridge of a .50 caliber hollow point. A push forward and it was set to fire again. The safety again made a quiet but audible click, and CPO sighted up. Suddenly a loud crack. Not a bullet, no, but the bolt bouncing hard enough to free itself from the gun and become a projectile. Julián watched it come back and catch CPO Ferguson just above the left eye. Ferguson's grip on the gun loosened, then completely faltered. Where the bolt hit, skull is cracked skin is broken, and blood is flowing. The CPO fell back into Julián's arms, unconscious. All in all, it was an event frightening enough to make most avoid firearms entirely. Even for the young Spartan, it was traumatizing. He still suppresses a flinch to this day. More recently, Julián's endeavors involve mostly playing deterrent to any insurrectionists scheming against Reach. He happened to be in New Alexandria to check up on security detail when the Flood reappeared. New orders cut out after a while, so it must've hit some of the top brass. Several days of survival and a few rounds of ammo later.... Other: "Oh, shi-" (This is my first RP in over 6 years, so please inform me if I messed anything up)

> Changed up the explosives, yeh they were excessive sorry, but hopefully this should be better. > Always up for more criticism. > Welcome aboard, Marine. **Accepted!** > Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián Ángel Martinez > > Nickname : Angel or Angel Julián > > Gender: Male > > Age:24 > > Appearance: Short, jet-black hair. Fair skinned for someone fluent in Spanish. Although 24, could pass for mid-30s. Hazel, attentive eyes. Stands approximately seven feet tall. Not quite bulky, but muscular and toned, like most Spartans. Weight of 268 pounds. Genetically enhanced bones and muscle growth. Even though he lacks the MJOLNIR armor, Julián still possesses a figure that can be described as quite intimidating. > > Type: Spartan III > > Rank: E-6 (Petty Officer 1st Class) > > Armor/Clothing: Standard Spartan SPI armor. Basically camouflages to surroundings to hide the wearer. Also capable of neutralizing heat given off to hide body heat, somewhat. > > Weapons: SRS99C-Series 3 AM Bolt action Sniper Rifle. Toggling standard/night vision scope. Barrel rail with detachable range finder mounted 90 degrees from scope. Accurate up to 2.5 kilometers, depending on the shooter. Outfitted to shoot .45 caliber, .41 caliber, .454 caliber, and 410 gauge shotgun shells similar to the Taurus Raging Judge. Side arm is an intermittent-working M6D. Clip holder is busted from being dropped a long distance, so magazine must be held in with pinkie finger while firing. Pistol also jams approximately one every five shots. > > Equipment: Two bottles of water, a half-eaten box of protein bars, a quarter aerosol can of gun oil, a rag, sharpened safety scissors, and cheap crayola face paint, all contained within a small, worn-out black book bag. As far as ammo goes, sixteen .45 240 grain bullets, six 410 caliber shotgun shells, two .454 caliber 270 grain bullets, and one Spartan III grapple round with coil. Fourteen M6D rounds left. Standard Spartan III Semi Powered Infiltration armor, fully functional for cloaking and heat-neutralization. > > Personality: Julián is reserved, but not altogether unfriendly. His speech is quick, concise, to the point. His loyalty to his team is unmatched. He is often called 'Angel' because of his savior-like tendency to protect others. He puts himself at risk before allowing anyone to be injured. Ángel's defining trait, however, is his memory. Similar to the marine snipers of old, he only needs glance at anything to remember it perfectly. He is genetically tailored to deciphering patterns, codes, etc. > > History: Julián knows very little of his history with his parents. Being "adopted" by the UNSC at such a young age did have its disadvantages. It also had it merits, however. The importance of glory and combat-readiness molded him into a go-getter, always looking to improve himself. Basic Spartan training proved to be a breeze. It was not until more specialized training that Julián discovered...road blocks. "¡Mírame, chico!" Chief Petty Officer Ferguson said, smirking, gun in arms. _Watch me, boy!_ "Bolt goes back, forward, safety off, fire!" he continued. It all happened quickly after that, even for Julián's sense of the word. The bolt came back, forward, the safety was pressed off -_click_-, and....CPO Ferguson fired once. Perfect shot, despite the fierce wind. The bolt came back again, chucking the smoking cartridge of a .50 caliber hollow point. A push forward and it was set to fire again. The safety again made a quiet but audible click, and CPO sighted up. Suddenly a loud crack. Not a bullet, no, but the bolt bouncing hard enough to free itself from the gun and become a projectile. Julián watched it come back and catch CPO Ferguson just above the left eye. Ferguson's grip on the gun loosened, then completely faltered. Where the bolt hit, skull is cracked skin is broken, and blood is flowing. The CPO fell back into Julián's arms, unconscious. All in all, it was an event frightening enough to make most avoid firearms entirely. Even for the young Spartan, it was traumatizing. He still suppresses a flinch to this day. More recently, Julián's endeavors involve mostly playing deterrent to any insurrectionists scheming against Reach. He happened to be in New Alexandria to check up on security detail when the Flood reappeared. New orders cut out after a while, so it must've hit some of the top brass. Several days of survival and a few rounds of ammo later.... > > Other: "Oh, shi-" > > (This is my first RP in over 6 years, so please inform me if I messed anything up) > The character's pretty good, but you have a few lore errors that should be cleaned up. To start off; Spartan II's and III"s don't know their last names. So, depending on what company your Spartan was in, they'd be either Julián-A###, Julián-B###, or Julián-G##. However, Alpha(A) and Beta(B) companies were both slaughtered in the field, except for a select few that were pulled out due to similarities to SPARTAN IIs. Next, after the Human-Covenant War, all SPARTAN III personnel were offered the option to be integrated into the branch 'Spartan'. If the III's refused, they were given cushy desk jobs. So, that means, if your Spartan is still active, they would be wearing GEN 2 MJOLNIR, as opposed to SPI. Also, in said Spartan branch, the only two confirmed ranks are 'Spartan' and 'Spartan Commander'. Hope that's not too much, for you. Anyhow, thank you for choosing this RP after six years of no RP! I'm happy to have you.

Character Sheet Name: David Mile Nickname: Twix Gender: Male Age: 26 Appearance:(Either a picture of five sentences of physical description. Your character's face and build, not their armor.) http://www.kernunnos.com/biehn/terminator4.jpg Type of Character:(Options are, Civilian, Marine/Army/Navy member, Unggoy/Grunt, ODST, Naval Ship Captain, ONI Agent, Sangheili, Spartan.) ODST Rank:(Civilians have no rank. Try to make sure you're using the correct ranking system for your character(I can provide links if needed)) Private Armor/Clothing:(Picture and description of armor capabilities. If it's only clothing, a picture or physical description would suffice.) Variant: >The Sharpshooter BDU is issued to sniper experts in the field. This BDU is designed to give an ODST sharpshooter more freedom in combat - the >standard right pauldron is removed, allowing the sniper to aim better and move his arm more freely with a sniper rifle, while the standard left >pauldron is replaced with a larger plate to protect the sniper's arm from counterattacks. The Sharpshooter variant is also issued with an optics >device attached to the helmet, while the Oracle scope on the SRS99 can uplink to the user's HUD. http://cdn.instructables.com/FNP/6L7D/G51GF0KA/FNP6L7DG51GF0KA.LARGE.jpg >The ODST Battle Dress Uniform is the signature piece of equipment used by the 105th Special Forces - the armor is vacuum-rated, capable of >Extra-Vehicular Activity for fifteen minutes.[1] The armor provides numerous advantages in the field, including ballistic protection, >temperature control, as well as thermal insulation against extreme temperatures experienced during atmospheric entry and thermal protection from >Covenant energy weapons. > >The ODST Armor has gone through several design changes since the start of the Human-Covenant War. The current version incorporates technology >initially developed for the MJOLNIR Armor. This includes CTCs for body armor, titanium and ceramic composite armor plating to give the user >added protection - along with HUD and Communications Systems to give more situational awareness to the wearer.[2] > >The ODST BDU has been in use for well over 50 years by the 105th, and remains unmatched in its ability to protect its wearer over other BDUs >during the toughest operations. The BDU excels at providing more protection against small arms fire than other infantry body armor, and also >excels at allowing a trooper to conduct Military Operations in Urban Terrain without the slightest chance of being detected in dark locations. >The BDU's stealth capability is partly thanks to its black and gray camouflage patterns on the legs, boots, gloves, chest, helmet and undersuit >- these urban camouflage patterns are optional; without the camouflage panels, the BDU is black. On the left shoulder pad of every ODST is a >UNSC MED REF patch.[3][4][5] This patch contains basic medical information about the trooper, and allows a UNSC certified medic to gain a quick >medical reference to an ODST wounded in the field. Despite the armor's obvious advantage over standard infantry armor, it is still vulnerable to >Covenant energy weapons, larger armor piercing rounds, as well as large explosive devices. Camouflage: Urban Pattern. Weapons:(Don't go overboard. You can't go around carrying an assault rifle, a DMR, a rocket launcher and a grenade launcher all at once. Also, about how much ammo does the weapon have? In battery percentage, clips, rounds, etc.) SRS 99 Anti-Matériel (Sniper rifle) 2 x M6G Personal Defense Weapon System (Pistol) 2 x Standard Grenades Combat Knife Equipment:(Food, water. Extra stuff like rope, electronic lockpicks, C-12 explosive, etc.) Canteen (contents: 3/4 water) 3 x Signal Flare 5 x MRE Binoculars 1 x Sniper Magazine (loaded) 1 x Sniper Magazine (Easy access) 6 x Sniper Magazine (Backpack) 2 x Pistol Magazine (loaded) 2 x Pistol Magazine (Easy access) 5 x Medicinal Stimulant (keep you awake drugs) Personality: (Five sentences or more) Twix was a bit of a straight shooter before, he knew the regs backwards and forwards and kept to them, simple. Now he's different, petty regs mean nothing to him, not that much does anymore. He has become apathetic, it's hard to care about people when they die so fast. He's surviving day to day, he'll do what he must but he is losing his reason to go on. Sometimes glimmers of the old him shine through, quick to laugh and joke with his friends, meticulous in his practices, but these glimmers are few and far between. He has developed a stim addiction, to blow time he takes a double dose and sits back as all his troubles melt away in the high. History: (Five sentences. Explain how they got into the military, or what civilian life was like for them. Explain how they've survived the past few days, and how they ended up in New Alexandira.) Twix an orphan evacuated from Arcadia in 2531, grew up hating the Covenant, how could he not? how could any of his generation not have an ingrained deep hatred of everything alien? Harvest, Circinius IV, Jericho VII and so many other worlds just gone. As soon as Twix was of age he joined up, after excelling at marksmanship in training he was transferred to ODST Sniper school where he was one among equals. There was a war on so his training was accelerated and he was soon out in the field. Over the next few years he was a part of many orbital drops and furious battles, He lost friends, lovers, brothers, sisters. The ODST are not known for their low mortality rates. Twix fought at Sigma Octanus IV where he was on attachment to a marine regiment. On arrival at Reach after the retreat from Sigma Octanus IV he was immediately redeployed and left before the invasion of Reach, a fact he is still bitter about, the regiment he had been attached to at Sigma Octanus IV was wiped out to a man in the fall of Reach, including a young woman who he had grown very close to. Twix was removed from active duty for psychological reasons post peace agreement with the Covenant, between now and then he has spent an abnormal amount of time in cryo, when Reach was re occupied he moved there. With impending disaster in sight he and many others were officially recalled to active duty shortly before command ceased sending orders. Other: >“Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep them from getting their filthy claws on Earth. >But we stumbled onto somethin' they're so hot for that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Well, I >don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it! >What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown in!” — Staff Sergeant Avery Junior Johnson

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Mine will get down sooner or later. Just got Personality and Bio.

I have to wait and see if other submit a sangheili. He said my CS was good but to wait and see what others do to ensure they have a fair chance. Other than that. I hope I will be accepted cuz I am looking forward to this rp.