Fixed! Thanks for keepin' me straight. The last time I RPed was about the last time I read the Halo books.

Neam: WildTurtel Nick Neam: The Turdster Gender: Unidentified Age: Unknown ;)  Class: I'm a Fuckin Navy seal Rank: Da best Armour: Crafted in the finest scrap metal in the ghetto. Molded after years of pain staking labor with the finest hobo craftsmen: Jim Boberson. It is capable of stopping a small child's punch, and the bites of small chihuahuas. Weapons: - Pipe Shotgun(12 Gauge 16 rounds) - Rusty Shovel"Rusty The Shovel" - Its...Its a thing, that... Hey Jim what'd it do? Oh yeah it fires like tubes out of the two tubes at the front and when those fire tubes hit a thing it goes "KABBBBBOOOOOMMMM" (3 Fire tubes) Equipment: - 3 wool blanket(s) - 1 Shopping cart(s) - 2 lbs Aluminum can(s) - 1 color blind cat(s) "Chester" - 1 Portable gas stove(s) - 1 set of Winter clothe(s) (Dirty) - 3 Dented can of bean(s) - 1 Half Jar of Chrisco(s) - 1 Jappeneese Dirty mag(s) - 1 Stained Crusty Rag(s) Personalty: - Case #00AA217 - New Alexandria Psych Ward - Patient exhibits schizophrenic and hallucinogenic tendencies. - Keeps mostly to himself, but seems to have multiple conversations in his mind. - Minds the other patients and doesn't seem to instigate fights - Rambles times about the "War" talking about "Rob and Jim" - Incident #015 - A Ward of the State had bad mouthed the armed forces, patient at first asked politely for the man to stop, however after further provocation lashed out at the man, exhibiting high skill in melee combat and utilized a nearby cane like a baton. - We have sent world to a nearby Military Outpost for information on the man. Hisoty: I'm a FOOKIN NAVEY SEAL. Me and my bois stuck dem down in duh war. This one time Jim just stabbed a bitch in da face with his spleen. Then he went crazy and thought i was a watermelon inside a watermelon and I had to make him feel good if ya know what I mean. (sexual intercourse) Some people ask me "why did you leave da FUCKIN NAVEY SEALS" and i tells thems i says cause the food was shitty and they tell me not to drop teh soap (I still don't understands what they meants) And they told me that "the Turdster" was crazy but he aints, they sent him to some loony bidness IN ALEXADRIA WORLD (WORLD WORLD WORLD) Some daed dudes started rising and slapped my titty and called me sally ;~; so i hit them with my pipe shotgun and shot them with my rusty shovel. when tehre was too many i ran and passed the fuck out Quote: Ummmmm it way not seem like it be but it do :D

> Neam: WildTurtel Lol, best character, would add to the group dynamic IMO. But might be hard to manage

> 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. Working on my SPARTAN submission right now but am probably missing a few details within the history, mostly time line related. Were SPARTANS chosen for the HEADHUNTER company decommissioned, or was that unknown? Also I noticed that many of the SPARTANS in the SPARTAN-III program had ranks like 'Petty Officer Third Class'; was that a ranking system specific to the SPARTAN III program?

There may be slight additions to the Equipment section for GM approval. Character Sheet Name: Emmett-G355 Nickname: ‘Dingo' Gender: Male Age: 29 Appearance: Emmett stands roughly 6’4” and weighs 247lbs without his armor. He has a broad jawline, a crooked nose clearly broken too many times, and short curly black hair. His cheeks and chin are covered in a mess of thick, untrimmed stubble and his eyes are a soft blue-grey. With arms of thick muscle and an impeccable figure, it is clear that his body is well trained for combat and exertion.  Type of Character: SPARTAN-III Rank: SPARTAN Armor/Clothing: MJOLNIR [GEN2] Armor  Weapons: M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, 6 magazines (14 rounds each), rail-mounted telescopic x6 sight with night-vision capabilities. M6D Personal Defense Weapon System, 4 clips (12 rounds each) Standard Issue Carbon Fiber Combat Knife x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades Equipment: LxVII Thermal-Eye Binoculars: x360 View with rangefinder, thermal and night-vision modes, and direct wireless feed to compatible devices. x78 M118 FMJ-AP, 7.62x51mm rounds (DMR) x42 M225 Semi-Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds (Pistol) x2 Combat Rations x1 Steel Canteen (2/3rds Full) x1 High Explosive Door Breach Personality: Outwardly, Emmett is lighthearted and rarely serious; often preferring to use a joke to diffuse tense situations. He is kind and cheerful and takes great care to protect those around him, whether they be brothers-in-arms or civilians. However, once in a combat situation much of these pleasantries disappear as Emmett displays a tactical cunning and ruthless combat efficiency that often surprises those who are not familiar with him. The battle augments he received during his induction into the SPARTAN Companies put Emmett at risk of losing control of his logic and personality, succumbing to a fierce instinctual bloodlust, without regular doses of anti-mutagenic drugs. Due to a psychological predisposition to emotional unavailability, Emmett requires a larger dose than most other SPARTANS from the same program and can thus quickly regress if the medication is not received. History: Born to unknown parents on one of the outer colonies of humanity, Emmett spent the early years of his life living on the street among the other vagrants and homeless. He was barely surviving when he was picked up at the age of six by a small group of pirate raiders to be trained as a sort of steward/cabin-boy on their ship. The pirates kept him fed but were quite brutal in their treatment of the boy, the most prominent example being once when he was caught attempting to free a captive trader whose ship had been plundered. After executing the man before the child’s eyes, the pirate captain used the still smoking barrel of a battle rifle to burn a mark into his cheek. After two years in captivity, the pirate ship was finally captured by military forces and while the captain and most of the crew were executed, Emmett was young enough to be sent to an inner world juvenile prison. It was there that the UNSC special programs directors found him, choosing him as a candidate for the newly implemented SPARTAN-III program. He was in the third group of children chosen for the program, after the first two companies, Alpha and Beta, were completely wiped out in Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO respectively. In Gamma Company he excelled in the hand-to-hand combat training as well as long-range accuracy training and so was eventually placed with one of the company’s scout squads. He served exceptionally for several years, earning a few small-time operation merits, and was often the first chosen (or the first volunteer) for missions scouting enemy positions, most of which involved a significant amount of danger. It was one of his squad mates, a man who'd been 'recruited' from Earth, who first coined him the name 'Dingo' when he remarked that Emmett's outwardly timid personality yet fierce fighting rage when cornered reminded him of one of the canine creatures he'd killed as a boy. After the war with the Covenant, the SPARTAN-III program was dissolved and Emmett was approached with the opportunity of continuing his service as a SPARTAN, defending humanity against all future threats. He readily agreed, knowing war and conflict was all he was made for. His missions continued and eventually Emmett found himself being called to accompany a UNSC squad to a remote mining colony that had sent a chilling, near unintelligible distress call a month previous before ceasing all communication. It had seemed somewhat routine at first, occasionally a colony's communication array would be damaged and their reports would come later than expected, but what his squad found on that lonely asteroid was far more than they were prepared to handle. The entire facility had been infected, the Flood having assimilated every last soul in the colony, and soon the squad was in full retreat with ammo stores running low. Though he fought tooth and nail to defend the marines, Emmett was the only one who made it back to the ship and soon found himself on a direct course back to Reach where all military personnel were being recalled.

What year is this taking place in?

> What year is this taking place in? 2012. Haaah! I fooled you!

@LupusIntus Spartan-IIs used the Navy ranks. Spartan-IIIs used Army ranks. Spartan-IVs use the Spartan Branch rank of Spartan. A Spartan-II or Spartan-III who joins the Spartan Branch is given the rank of Spartan. @WilsonTurner Don't give up your day job.

> @LupusIntus > Spartan-IIs used the Navy ranks. Spartan-IIIs used Army ranks. Spartan-IVs use the Spartan Branch rank of Spartan. > > A Spartan-II or Spartan-III who joins the Spartan Branch is given the rank of Spartan. > > @WilsonTurner > Don't give up your day job. -*is choking on his own liquid laughter, still laughing hysterically over something that really wasn't all that funny*-

@DocTachyon, added Zhen's ammunition. I figured two mags for that pistol wasn't being too crazy.

Character Sheet Name: Troy "Venator" Varsius Nickname: Venator Gender: Male Age: 38 Appearance:  Type of Character: ODST/ONI Support Agent (Perhaps I'll send you a PM about possible plot twists) Rank: Sergeant Major (ONI) Armor/Clothing:  Weapons: Combat Knife M40 Handgun (One mag loaded; four extra, one of them half-filled) M392 Designated Marksman Rifle (One mag loaded; 4 extra, one of them with only a few rounds short of filled) (For just the beginning) Asymmetric Recoilless Carbine-920 (8 rounds left) Equipment: ONI Special Lockgun (kinda like a handgun, except much smaller and lighter, with essentially a self-adjustment lockpick poking out the front, and an electronic decoder on the otherside) Enough C12 for four detonations 2 Military-grade water bottle, filled A couple ration nutrient bars stuffed in an empty pocket A variety of ammunition A holographic projector embedded in both his hands (with sensors in the gloves to allow control) Six grenades of various types Crowbar 2 Flashlights w/ extra batteries 4 MREs Personality: To be roleplayed! But now with ONI no longer looking over his shoulder, he'll have... a surprising view on everything, and will be... entertaining. History: Troy came from a military family. From a very early age, his father was the Devil incarnate, his mother, the Devil's henchman. Or henchwoman. His father was a former drill instructor after serving half his life as a Marine- his older brothers would follow in his footsteps. Just like his brothers, Troy was forced by their father to learn how to swim, how to fight, how to run, how to do everything as soldier needed to do from a really young age. He didn't get the experience of friends and family- his father made sure of that. They were more or less isolated, singled out, and his father taught him everything to become a soldier. That's his childhood. When he grew older, he passed his classes with flying colors, sweeping through school as if it were more distraction than anything. Naturally, he spent more time studying military concepts, strategies, weapons and vehicles. He didn't care for the latest movie that came out- but he jumped to research when a new weapon was released, or declassified. Before he even had the chance to finish applying for the Marines or the ODSTs, ONI snatched him, and he found his way into the higher ranking hierarchy of ONI. His mindset and abilities led him to have an active role, infiltrating ODST ranks and acting as an ONI operative, influencing them and commanding them where needed to ensure that ONI got what it wanted. He had just finished a mission when he returned to Reach; his debriefing and the briefing on the next was to be held on Reach. Beyond that, he didn't know anything. He had just landed down when the Flood started to infect sizeable populations, and so he raced to the armory- and suited up. Other:He's a big guy, and he's a really smart redneck.

> @LupusIntus > Spartan-IIs used the Navy ranks. Spartan-IIIs used Army ranks. Spartan-IVs use the Spartan Branch rank of Spartan. > > A Spartan-II or Spartan-III who joins the Spartan Branch is given the rank of Spartan. Gotcha, thanks. I believe my CS is complete.

> Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián-Ángel K097 > > Nickname : Angel or Ángel 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. 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) > Better! He's in the running for the Spartans. Granted, that K should be either an A, a B, or a G, but it's a pretty negligible detail. > 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 > > Our first Orbital Drop Shock Trooper! **Accepted!** > Neam: WildTurtel > > Nick Neam: The Turdster > > Gender: Unidentified > > Age: Unknown ;) > >  > > Class: I'm a Fuckin Navy seal > > Rank: Da best > > Armour: Crafted in the finest scrap metal in the ghetto. Molded after years of pain staking labor with the finest hobo craftsmen: Jim Boberson. It is capable of stopping a small child's punch, and the bites of small chihuahuas. > > Weapons: > > - Pipe Shotgun(12 Gauge 16 rounds) > - Rusty Shovel"Rusty The Shovel" > - Its...Its a thing, that... Hey Jim what'd it do? Oh yeah it fires like tubes out of the two tubes at the front and when those fire tubes hit a thing it goes "KABBBBBOOOOOMMMM" (3 Fire tubes) > > Equipment: > > - 3 wool blanket(s) > - 1 Shopping cart(s) > - 2 lbs Aluminum can(s) > - 1 color blind cat(s) "Chester" > - 1 Portable gas stove(s) > - 1 set of Winter clothe(s) (Dirty) > - 3 Dented can of bean(s) > - 1 Half Jar of Chrisco(s) > - 1 Jappeneese Dirty mag(s) > - 1 Stained Crusty Rag(s) > > Personalty: > > - Case #00AA217 > - New Alexandria Psych Ward > - Patient exhibits schizophrenic and hallucinogenic tendencies. > - Keeps mostly to himself, but seems to have multiple conversations in his mind. > - Minds the other patients and doesn't seem to instigate fights > - Rambles times about the "War" talking about "Rob and Jim" > - Incident #015 > - A Ward of the State had bad mouthed the armed forces, patient at first asked politely for the man to stop, however after further provocation lashed out at the man, exhibiting high skill in melee combat and utilized a nearby cane like a baton. > - We have sent world to a nearby Military Outpost for information on the man. > > Hisoty: > > I'm a FOOKIN NAVEY SEAL. Me and my bois stuck dem down in duh war. This one time Jim just stabbed a bitch in da face with his spleen. Then he went crazy and thought i was a watermelon inside a watermelon and I had to make him feel good if ya know what I mean. (sexual intercourse) Some people ask me "why did you leave da FUCKIN NAVEY SEALS" and i tells thems i says cause the food was shitty and they tell me not to drop teh soap (I still don't understands what they meants) And they told me that "the Turdster" was crazy but he aints, they sent him to some loony bidness IN ALEXADRIA WORLD (WORLD WORLD WORLD) Some daed dudes started rising and slapped my titty and called me sally ;~; > so i hit them with my pipe shotgun and shot them with my rusty shovel. when tehre was too many i ran and passed the fuck out > > Quote: Ummmmm it way not seem like it be but it do :D This made me laugh a lot harder than it probably should have. But anyway, I was going for a more serious vibe, but, we do need comic relief. Make it less... Um... Crazy, and I'll think about it. > There may be slight additions to the Equipment section for GM approval. > > Character Sheet > > Name: Emmett-G355 > > Nickname: ‘Dingo' > > Gender: Male > > Age: 29 > > Appearance: Emmett stands roughly 6’4” and weighs 247lbs without his armor. He has a broad jawline, a crooked nose clearly broken too many times, and short curly black hair. His cheeks and chin are covered in a mess of thick, untrimmed stubble and his eyes are a soft blue-grey. With arms of thick muscle and an impeccable figure, it is clear that his body is well trained for combat and exertion. > >  > > > Type of Character: SPARTAN-III > > Rank: SPARTAN > > Armor/Clothing: MJOLNIR [GEN2] Armor >  > > > Weapons: > M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, 6 magazines (14 rounds each), rail-mounted telescopic x6 sight with night-vision capabilities. > M6D Personal Defense Weapon System, 4 clips (12 rounds each) > Standard Issue Carbon Fiber Combat Knife > x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > LxVII Thermal-Eye Binoculars: x360 View with rangefinder, thermal and night-vision modes, and direct wireless feed to compatible devices. > x78 M118 FMJ-AP, 7.62x51mm rounds (DMR) > x42 M225 Semi-Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds (Pistol) > x2 Combat Rations > x1 Steel Canteen (2/3rds Full) > x1 High Explosive Door Breach > > > Personality: Outwardly, Emmett is lighthearted and rarely serious; often preferring to use a joke to diffuse tense situations. He is kind and cheerful and takes great care to protect those around him, whether they be brothers-in-arms or civilians. However, once in a combat situation much of these pleasantries disappear as Emmett displays a tactical cunning and ruthless combat efficiency that often surprises those who are not familiar with him. The battle augments he received during his induction into the SPARTAN Companies put Emmett at risk of losing control of his logic and personality, succumbing to a fierce instinctual bloodlust, without regular doses of anti-mutagenic drugs. Due to a psychological predisposition to emotional unavailability, Emmett requires a larger dose than most other SPARTANS from the same program and can thus quickly regress if the medication is not received. > > History: Born to unknown parents on one of the outer colonies of humanity, Emmett spent the early years of his life living on the street among the other vagrants and homeless. He was barely surviving when he was picked up at the age of six by a small group of pirate raiders to be trained as a sort of steward/cabin-boy on their ship. The pirates kept him fed but were quite brutal in their treatment of the boy, the most prominent example being once when he was caught attempting to free a captive trader whose ship had been plundered. After executing the man before the child’s eyes, the pirate captain used the still smoking barrel of a battle rifle to burn a mark into his cheek. After two years in captivity, the pirate ship was finally captured by military forces and while the captain and most of the crew were executed, Emmett was young enough to be sent to an inner world juvenile prison. It was there that the UNSC special programs directors found him, choosing him as a candidate for the newly implemented SPARTAN-III program. He was in the third group of children chosen for the program, after the first two companies, Alpha and Beta, were completely wiped out in Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO respectively. In Gamma Company he excelled in the hand-to-hand combat training as well as long-range accuracy training and so was eventually placed with one of the company’s scout squads. He served exceptionally for several years, earning a few small-time operation merits, and was often the first chosen (or the first volunteer) for missions scouting enemy positions, most of which involved a significant amount of danger. It was one of his squad mates, a man who'd been 'recruited' from Earth, who first coined him the name 'Dingo' when he remarked that Emmett's outwardly timid personality yet fierce fighting rage when cornered reminded him of one of the canine creatures he'd killed as a boy. > > After the war with the Covenant, the SPARTAN-III program was dissolved and Emmett was approached with the opportunity of continuing his service as a SPARTAN, defending humanity against all future threats. He readily agreed, knowing war and conflict was all he was made for. His missions continued and eventually Emmett found himself being called to accompany a UNSC squad to a remote mining colony that had sent a chilling, near unintelligible distress call a month previous before ceasing all communication. It had seemed somewhat routine at first, occasionally a colony's communication array would be damaged and their reports would come later than expected, but what his squad found on that lonely asteroid was far more than they were prepared to handle. The entire facility had been infected, the Flood having assimilated every last soul in the colony, and soon the squad was in full retreat with ammo stores running low. Though he fought tooth and nail to defend the marines, Emmett was the only one who made it back to the ship and soon found himself on a direct course back to Reach where all military personnel were being recalled. This sheet was good! You're certainly in the running for a Spartan.

> Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián-Ángel K097 > > Nickname : Angel or Ángel 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. 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) > Better! He's in the running for the Spartans. Granted, that K should be either an A, a B, or a G, but it's a pretty negligible detail. > 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 > > Our first Orbital Drop Shock Trooper! **Accepted!** > Neam: WildTurtel > > Nick Neam: The Turdster > > Gender: Unidentified > > Age: Unknown ;) > >  > > Class: I'm a Fuckin Navy seal > > Rank: Da best > > Armour: Crafted in the finest scrap metal in the ghetto. Molded after years of pain staking labor with the finest hobo craftsmen: Jim Boberson. It is capable of stopping a small child's punch, and the bites of small chihuahuas. > > Weapons: > > - Pipe Shotgun(12 Gauge 16 rounds) > - Rusty Shovel"Rusty The Shovel" > - Its...Its a thing, that... Hey Jim what'd it do? Oh yeah it fires like tubes out of the two tubes at the front and when those fire tubes hit a thing it goes "KABBBBBOOOOOMMMM" (3 Fire tubes) > > Equipment: > > - 3 wool blanket(s) > - 1 Shopping cart(s) > - 2 lbs Aluminum can(s) > - 1 color blind cat(s) "Chester" > - 1 Portable gas stove(s) > - 1 set of Winter clothe(s) (Dirty) > - 3 Dented can of bean(s) > - 1 Half Jar of Chrisco(s) > - 1 Jappeneese Dirty mag(s) > - 1 Stained Crusty Rag(s) > > Personalty: > > - Case #00AA217 > - New Alexandria Psych Ward > - Patient exhibits schizophrenic and hallucinogenic tendencies. > - Keeps mostly to himself, but seems to have multiple conversations in his mind. > - Minds the other patients and doesn't seem to instigate fights > - Rambles times about the "War" talking about "Rob and Jim" > - Incident #015 > - A Ward of the State had bad mouthed the armed forces, patient at first asked politely for the man to stop, however after further provocation lashed out at the man, exhibiting high skill in melee combat and utilized a nearby cane like a baton. > - We have sent world to a nearby Military Outpost for information on the man. > > Hisoty: > > I'm a FOOKIN NAVEY SEAL. Me and my bois stuck dem down in duh war. This one time Jim just stabbed a bitch in da face with his spleen. Then he went crazy and thought i was a watermelon inside a watermelon and I had to make him feel good if ya know what I mean. (sexual intercourse) Some people ask me "why did you leave da FUCKIN NAVEY SEALS" and i tells thems i says cause the food was shitty and they tell me not to drop teh soap (I still don't understands what they meants) And they told me that "the Turdster" was crazy but he aints, they sent him to some loony bidness IN ALEXADRIA WORLD (WORLD WORLD WORLD) Some daed dudes started rising and slapped my titty and called me sally ;~; > so i hit them with my pipe shotgun and shot them with my rusty shovel. when tehre was too many i ran and passed the fuck out > > Quote: Ummmmm it way not seem like it be but it do :D This made me laugh a lot harder than it probably should have. But anyway, I was going for a more serious vibe, but, we do need comic relief. Make it less... Um... Crazy, and I'll think about it. > There may be slight additions to the Equipment section for GM approval. > > Character Sheet > > Name: Emmett-G355 > > Nickname: ‘Dingo' > > Gender: Male > > Age: 29 > > Appearance: Emmett stands roughly 6’4” and weighs 247lbs without his armor. He has a broad jawline, a crooked nose clearly broken too many times, and short curly black hair. His cheeks and chin are covered in a mess of thick, untrimmed stubble and his eyes are a soft blue-grey. With arms of thick muscle and an impeccable figure, it is clear that his body is well trained for combat and exertion. > >  > > > Type of Character: SPARTAN-III > > Rank: SPARTAN > > Armor/Clothing: MJOLNIR [GEN2] Armor >  > > > Weapons: > M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, 6 magazines (14 rounds each), rail-mounted telescopic x6 sight with night-vision capabilities. > M6D Personal Defense Weapon System, 4 clips (12 rounds each) > Standard Issue Carbon Fiber Combat Knife > x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > LxVII Thermal-Eye Binoculars: x360 View with rangefinder, thermal and night-vision modes, and direct wireless feed to compatible devices. > x78 M118 FMJ-AP, 7.62x51mm rounds (DMR) > x42 M225 Semi-Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds (Pistol) > x2 Combat Rations > x1 Steel Canteen (2/3rds Full) > x1 High Explosive Door Breach > > > Personality: Outwardly, Emmett is lighthearted and rarely serious; often preferring to use a joke to diffuse tense situations. He is kind and cheerful and takes great care to protect those around him, whether they be brothers-in-arms or civilians. However, once in a combat situation much of these pleasantries disappear as Emmett displays a tactical cunning and ruthless combat efficiency that often surprises those who are not familiar with him. The battle augments he received during his induction into the SPARTAN Companies put Emmett at risk of losing control of his logic and personality, succumbing to a fierce instinctual bloodlust, without regular doses of anti-mutagenic drugs. Due to a psychological predisposition to emotional unavailability, Emmett requires a larger dose than most other SPARTANS from the same program and can thus quickly regress if the medication is not received. > > History: Born to unknown parents on one of the outer colonies of humanity, Emmett spent the early years of his life living on the street among the other vagrants and homeless. He was barely surviving when he was picked up at the age of six by a small group of pirate raiders to be trained as a sort of steward/cabin-boy on their ship. The pirates kept him fed but were quite brutal in their treatment of the boy, the most prominent example being once when he was caught attempting to free a captive trader whose ship had been plundered. After executing the man before the child’s eyes, the pirate captain used the still smoking barrel of a battle rifle to burn a mark into his cheek. After two years in captivity, the pirate ship was finally captured by military forces and while the captain and most of the crew were executed, Emmett was young enough to be sent to an inner world juvenile prison. It was there that the UNSC special programs directors found him, choosing him as a candidate for the newly implemented SPARTAN-III program. He was in the third group of children chosen for the program, after the first two companies, Alpha and Beta, were completely wiped out in Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO respectively. In Gamma Company he excelled in the hand-to-hand combat training as well as long-range accuracy training and so was eventually placed with one of the company’s scout squads. He served exceptionally for several years, earning a few small-time operation merits, and was often the first chosen (or the first volunteer) for missions scouting enemy positions, most of which involved a significant amount of danger. It was one of his squad mates, a man who'd been 'recruited' from Earth, who first coined him the name 'Dingo' when he remarked that Emmett's outwardly timid personality yet fierce fighting rage when cornered reminded him of one of the canine creatures he'd killed as a boy. > > After the war with the Covenant, the SPARTAN-III program was dissolved and Emmett was approached with the opportunity of continuing his service as a SPARTAN, defending humanity against all future threats. He readily agreed, knowing war and conflict was all he was made for. His missions continued and eventually Emmett found himself being called to accompany a UNSC squad to a remote mining colony that had sent a chilling, near unintelligible distress call a month previous before ceasing all communication. It had seemed somewhat routine at first, occasionally a colony's communication array would be damaged and their reports would come later than expected, but what his squad found on that lonely asteroid was far more than they were prepared to handle. The entire facility had been infected, the Flood having assimilated every last soul in the colony, and soon the squad was in full retreat with ammo stores running low. Though he fought tooth and nail to defend the marines, Emmett was the only one who made it back to the ship and soon found himself on a direct course back to Reach where all military personnel were being recalled. This sheet was good! You're certainly in the running for a Spartan. > @DocTachyon, added Zhen's ammunition. I figured two mags for that pistol wasn't being too crazy. In that case, both of your characters are **accepted!**

After the players are accepted, how are we to go about role playing? PM's, player-written scenes, or Directed DM-esque questions with player responses? Im rather new to the whole forum roleplaying thing so help would be appreciated.

> After the players are accepted, how are we to go about role playing? PM's, player-written scenes, or Directed DM-esque questions with player responses? > > Im rather new to the whole forum roleplaying thing so help would be appreciated. In forum roleplay, we simply write what we are doing- from our viewpoint. "Jake runs forward, slashing at the Flood with his sword made of carrots, desperately trying to hold them off." "Jimmy gasps as Jake runs into the fray, and he raises his potato gun to assist as best as possible, picking off any of them that managed to get behind him."

> > After the players are accepted, how are we to go about role playing? PM's, player-written scenes, or Directed DM-esque questions with player responses? > > > > Im rather new to the whole forum roleplaying thing so help would be appreciated. > > In forum roleplay, we simply write what we are doing- from our viewpoint. > > "Jake runs forward, slashing at the Flood with his sword made of carrots, desperately trying to hold them off." > "Jimmy gasps as Jake runs into the fray, and he raises his potato gun to assist as best as possible, picking off any of them that managed to get behind him." Thanks, ill keep this in mind

Yup! It'll be post-by-post with each player following/responding to the posts previous (starting with the GM and usually following a very loose rotation). The RP will be posted in the 'IC' of this Thread (tab is near the top of the page).

Alright, considering the decreased flow of applications, we'll be starting the IC probably about Wednesday. I'll still accept characters after that BUT after Wednesday, no more Spartan or Sangheili applications.

So am I accepted?