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I am a personal fan of smaller scale RPs, as such, I will only be accepting 4-5 other players to join me in this adventure. While you are free to make your character however you like, acceptance to this RP will be judged by me, and is not on a first come, first served basis. While not necessary, there are several roles I would like to see filled:

• The Veteran - This player will be the oldest member in the squad. He/she will likely be the most jaded and cynical member of the team. He will be the backbone of the team, providing courage to the squad, and may provide guidance to the younger squad leader throughout the RP.
• The FNG (The Fucking New Guy) - This player should be among the youngest members of the team, as well as the least experienced. He has many roles, such as serving as a convenient reason for characters/npcs to explain and describe the lore that, while known to the characters in the world, is otherwise new or unknown to the players themselves. This character might also have a brighter outlook than his/her compatriots, and if necessary should be the optimistic character of the bunch.
• The Squad Leader - This player will be the leader of the PC squad. His/her character will likely be the most experienced (aside from the veteran), and will have the most combat experience and skill. This player will have responsibilities as the Team's leader, and will have to make important decisions throughout the RP, along with managing and dealing with the clashing personalities of the squad- as well as the difficulties some of the NPC soldiers may give him/her. Needless to say, if you for some reason wish to play an antisocial character, this is not the role for you.

Standing in at 6', Tommy posses a somewhat lanky, athletic build, with lightly tanned skin, pock marked with a few scars from old battles. His jet black hair is short and has noticable waves, but is typically kept out of the way, and he typically keeps his facial hair clean and professional. He has an angular face, with prominent features and cool green eyes. He has the ODST patch tatooed onto his left arm.

Name: Kensington, Thomas
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Rank: Corporal
Specialization: Combat Engineer
Callsign: K-Ton

Psychological Analysis:
Relaxed and lazy, yet competent and acceptably professional, Tommy is a confident and efficient ODST trooper. A generally good natured man with strong feelings of camaraderie towards team mates. Prideful and loyal, Tommy is unafraid to break protocol and regulations and regularly does so, but can adhere to strict orders when prodded. Casually boastful of his abilities, Kensington has a can-do attitude towards most tasks, though is typically a relaxed and easy going individual, able to keep calm in most circumstances. His confidence and boastful nature often come off as arrogant or ignorant, but his comrades have generally concluded most of his big talk to be hot air to lighten the mood.

Military Background:
Thomas Kensington, also known as "K-Ton", and occasionally "Kilo", or "Kenzie" by his comrades, was an only child, son to a Captain Kensington and a nurse mother. With a strong military background, Tommy had a fairly rigid childhood, as his parents sent him to military academies for most of his youth, hoping to mold him into the ideal military soldier. As a youth Tommy performed well in school and sports alike, though was often disciplined for disrupting class, fighting and arguing with teachers and students. Nevertheless, Tommy graduated with honors, and upon graduating from high school Tommy forwent a scholarship at the esteemed Reach Military Institute, and joined the UNSC Marine Corps.

Upon graduating from the Marines basic training, Tommy was slotted to a role in with the Combat Engineers, where he worked with machines and equipment, as well as explosives on the frontlines. He served in the Cappadocia Campaign, fighting off insurrectionists attacks on one of the outer colonies, where he distinguished himself by converting Scorpion tank canister shells into am improvised explosive trap to incapacitate a sudden attack by insurrectionist forces on their base. After this campaign, Tommy applied and was recruited into the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers.

After more extensive training, Tommy was accepted into the ranks of the ODSTs, and assigned to the 21st Shock Troops Battalion. Over the next 4 years, Tommy took place in several campaigns against Insurrectionists, and traveled across dozens of worlds. As a former engineer, Tommy specialized in dealing with mechanical and electronic systems, as well as explosives and ordnance usage. Tommy was right at home with his brothers landing on planets in SOEIVs, but excelled in tactical operations, where his skill as an engineer shone more than his skill as a rifleman.

At the recommendation of his unit leader, Tommy was reassigned to the 42nd Tactical, which focused mainly on Deep Ground Surveillance or Long Range Reconnaissance missions. Tommy has spent a year with the 42nd, as the team's resident tech-monkey and explosives expert.

Loadout:

• M45 Tactical Shotgun
• M7s Caseless SMG, with Silencer/flashlight and reflex sight.
• M6C Magnum
• Combat Knife
• First Aid Kit
• Flashbang x2
• M9 Frag x2
• C-12 Explosives x2
• Multi-Tool
• Tac-Pad

Interested ;)

Cool! Character sheets/applications will go on the Int Check

Interested. Question though; are we allowed to use gear from any Halo game so long as it doesn't particularly require spartan armor to utilize? Just checking because I don't remember the dmr being in ODST.

@Treue I'm trying to stick to 'early' era weapons, Halo ODST takes place well into the Human-Covenant war, whereas this RP takes place right at the beginning, so the closest approximation to that is the Halo Reach era weapons and earlier- most of the weapons I've listed have been in service for some decades, or in the battle rifle's case, right before the start of the human-covenant war. As far as our characters are concerned, Spartans don't exist.

Alrighty, that explains it. ^_^ I'll be working on a CS.

I would just like to say I will be using the DMR along with dual SMG's, smokes and frags. I will also fill your FNG role.

Dual smg's may be impractical, and difficult to manage- the recoil for a single smg fired fully automatic is difficult enough, and is held in 2 hands, the recoil for two separate smg's firing at once would be extremely difficult for one to accurately use.

I may or may not be interested @vietmyke. What's it to you?!

@vietmyke I'm really interested, and I'd love to reserve a spot for applying! I'll get working on a CS. Would you prefer that they be posted here or PM'd to you?

EDIT: Nevermind, you've answered that question already!

Accuracy wouldn't exactly be the purpose of them, that'd be the DMR's job. If you'd prefer I could go with another primary weapon instead of the second SMG, maybe the M319 Grenade Launcher? If not I'll just go with the Magnum like you.

EDIT: Two ideas I'm currently toying with would increase the effectiveness of the SMG'S however.

The general feel for this rp is more of a realistic, gritty, special operations rp than it is a run n' gun with Michael Bay explosions rp.

Weapons like grenade launchers and rocket launchers and even heavy machineguns will be assigned/given to the party in character, via either hidden weapons cache, or retroactively assuming they've had it and have been saving it for a rainy day.

As such, the only weapon I'd accept being dual weilded would be pistols, and even that would be difficult. Have you ever tried reloading a weapon with another weapon in your other hand? Not easy.

@Sep, oh sep, wherefore art thou Oh sep. Is it safe to assume the old stomping ground is no more? I tried checking back there a few times back and no one was there, not even overlord Ellri

I actually have reloaded weapons while holding another. It's pretty manageable. Shame though, that would have been an interesting loadout with the conservative tactical usage of bounced grenades and EMP's, and skilled control bursting of the automatics. By the way, I get the realism thing, though I'd like to point out that many real life weapons are capable of mounting 40 mm grenade launchers under the barrel on a rail. Also the grenade launcher in the game was nowhere close in power to the rocket launcher or turret. Hell, it was weaker than a regular frag.

MEDIC! [+]

C O N R A D " F O U R S " P A T R I C K

"The Medic"

N A M E :

Conrad J. Patrick

C A L L S I G N :

"Fours", after his peculiar fascination with the number.

G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

30

R A N K :

PFC

S P E C I A L I Z A T I O N :

Medic

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N :

Description Form [+]

H E I G H T:

6'1"

W E I G H T:

188 lbs.

E Y E S:

Hazel

H A I R:

Black

S K I N:

Caucasian, pale

I D E N T I F Y I N G T R A I T S:

Scarring across left eye, and lip. Right arm tattooed heavily.

P S Y C H A N A L Y S I S :

"If you've got a problem with how I'm running this operation, feel free to file a complaint with somebody who gives a [REDACTED]"
-Fours has a very strong force of personality, and very shamelessly so. He tends to disregard any comments directed at him personally, be them positive or negative. This is also the root of his tendency to care very little when it comes to social grace -he says what is on his mind, not what people want to hear.

"Why the long face?"
-Though Fours has little appreciation for others feelings towards himself, that isn't to say he is entirely without care. He likes making those around him as happy as he can, despite his methods for such being rather unorthodox, as well as his intention. He finds unhappy people to make him unhappy as well, because of his ability to sympathize -thus he works to make others happy only in order to make himself happy.

"You mustn't rush perfection."
-Fours possesses a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. This is especially present in his obsession with the number four -if at all possible, Fours will do all he can to make groups of four, having once even gone as far as to cut himself with a knife in order to correct the number of scars across his face. He also very compulsively checks his gear -making sure everything is in place, loaded, and in working condition, taking up multiple hours per day.

"Hippocratic Oath? I must've been sick that day."
-'Conrad Patrick' and 'bedside manner' are phrases that will seldom find their way into the same sentence. In his training and experience, Fours prefers to get through medical procedure the quickest and safest way possible, not necessarily the most pleasant for the patient. His results are stellar -his methods, not so much.

"Hands off the merchandise."
-Fours, due both to his psychological state and rocky past, isn't good with close quarters. While he can work past this handicap with people he is familiar with, strangers (especially hostile ones) put him on edge when in any quarters closer than the average elevator.

"Let's have some goddamn fun."
-Fours has a twisted sense of pleasure. He takes less pleasure from common things such as games, jokes, etc., and more so from less conventional means -most namely pain, either coming or going.

M I L I T A R Y B A C K G R O U N D :

(S P O I L E R A L E R T : I'm not exactly the most knowledgeable when it comes to Halo lore. I just like shooting aliens.)

Born into an agrarian Outer Colony family, Conrad was raised as a working man. Some might say that mankind was made from stardust millions of years ago -Conrad says that he was born of muscle and blood. In his childhood, Conrad was a boy of optimism, a very short lived outlook on life. A father drowning himself in drink, and a mother far too scared to leave her room to protect her only child, lead to Conrad's disposition as is today. Several events scattered throughout his childhood only further pushed Conrad away from his family life.

On his first opportunity, Conrad skipped town to enlist with the UNSC. While he certainly showed aptitude for following orders, he hardly excelled in combat training due to his struggles with his own mental state. However, he refused to let this hold him back, motivated by the need to escape his old home. He instead used his enlistment in the UNSC to work through his conditions, improving greatly over time. Even with surprising recovery from his mental struggles, Conrad never was the most suited for the front lines. In hindsight, he might've done better had he loaded more than four bullets in each pistol mag.

Thanks to the influence of a mentor of his, Conrad found his true skill and passion in medicine. Trained in record time to administer aid in the front lines, became known for his skills with a scalpel and stitches, even more so than he had previously been known for his mental struggles. Though he had been briefly considered by the ODST program, he was passed by due to a stigma that still surrounded him, something Conrad himself had been blissfully unaware of.

Conrad's name was spoken of greatly not more than a month later -a mission went awry ended with Conrad and his unit stranded in unfriendly territory, with no access to comms. The chatter surrounding Conrad spawned from tapes later recovered from the incident -seven minutes worth of a shocking display of intermingled surgery and gunfire. Four hostiles were found dead, each with four gunshot wounds blossoming red. The first aid administered in between skirmishes was enough to keep all but two of his unit alive to tell the tale, as well. This made ODST take a second look at the unassuming medic.

After rigorous training, Conrad was accepted into the ranks of the ODSTs. This occasion marked Conrads second big milestone in overcoming his own mind, as he made great strides throughout his training. As time went on, logistics and the luck had Conrad reassigned to the 42nd Tactical, where he has been for just over a year.

L O A D O U T :

◦ M45 Tactical Shotgun
◦ M6C Magnum with suppressor and laser sight module
◦ Combat Knife
◦ Combat Medic Kit (Including equipment for Fluid Resuscitation, Hemorrhage Control, Airway Management, Medicine, etc.)

CS is kinda done. Not 100% happy so I might run back and rewrite some stuff later, but I think it's just about ready for feedback now since I've got the general idea down.

Name: Niella, Mira
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Rank: Lance Corporal
Specialization: Veteran/Sniper
Callsign: Iron

Psychological Analysis:

Mira remains still calm and collected, whenever its mission time. However off-times she is closed-off, and spends what free time she has preparing for the next mission. This behaviour is rather the product of having killed more civilians, or as the UNSC has designated rebels or terrorists. One part is the guilt of not being able, to mingle amongst people she had likely shot in outer colonies. The other part is more personal and namely because she is a rather meek and not comfortable amongst large social gatherings. The few times she has spend with her squad off-time - she is a rather sociable gal, with years of experience and crazy stories.

Military Background: Mira Niella was an Earth-born, namely in the United Republic of North America around the countryside of Ottawa. Her family had been an average military family with her father being an ex-soldier - the only noteworthy thing being that her father had been a Designated Marksman during his tour of duty, but not as high as being an ODST.

Her record remained for the time unimpressive - basic training showed she had a skill with a rifle, being given a few more years worth of training. Eventually graduating as a sniper around the age of twenty, after which she was slotted into the 3rd Rapid Response Unit around the Outer Colonies. Officially it was to protect against piracy, unofficially it was to prevent the early rebellions from flaring too high.

She gained infamy during one colony uprising, from where her entire squad got jumped and mauled by the civilian unrest. Leaving only her and her commanding officer alive - High Command had given the order to eliminate the rebel leaders and restore order. That namely meant a cat-mouse game of having her pick of civilians one by one all by herself, because she was the only one whom could kill without being spotted.

After that Incident, Mira was awarded for her coolness in battle and promoted upto ODST training. Behind closed doors, she wished to simply shoot herself at the large loss of life. ODST-training allowed her to but some of that mission behind her - by choice or by having the Instructors beat the memory out of her. After she was deployed back to the Outer Colonies again, while a similar incident didn't happen to her again - the purpose behind her missions remained the same. Kill any unruly civilian or rebel leader, without anybody being the wiser.

Loadout:

-SRS99 AM
-M6C Mangum /w Silencer
-M392 DMR
-Combat Knife
-3x Smoke Grenade
-1x Claymore Pack
-2 Flashbang

Name: Berne, Ruben
Gender: Male
Age: 37 (Born 23rd of April, 2488)
Birthplace: Far Isle, Outer Colonies
Appearance: Ruben's skin is tinged with an auburn perma-tan, paying deference to his Armenian mother without distinguishing him notably from a well-sunned Caucasian. Silvered wisps of helmet-mottled hair drape irreverently over his face, pressing, in patches, to his sweat-glistened brow ill-cooled by the haberdashery of his visor's vents. Ruben is customarily athletic, though his Olympian form is spoilt, somewhat, by blotched, ill-pigmented skin and copious freckles that can only have been a heritage of his Celtic past. In his armour, Ruben stands around a clumsy 6'1", having been a rank and file barrack-bound solider for much of his career, and a privileged pencil-pusher before that, his military experience has not afforded him the appearance of grace when standing in 80kg of vacuum sealed spacesuit.

Rank: Sergeant (Assigned through ONI's command structure)
Specialization: Translation, Flora Expert
Callsign: Ruben has not acquired a nickname as of yet, his surname "Berne" being sufficently snappy so as to serve as his diminutive form.

Psychological Analysis: Results of extensive ONI observation would suggest the operative in question is, at all times, motivated by an entrenched inferiority complex, perhaps the direct result of his being impressed as a young child and subsequent installation into a hostile civilian environment. The UNSC is, of course, culturally amorphous, but owing to his origin, the son of willing subjects of a rebellious and famously ill-fated colony, Ruben attempts anyway to present himself as a model, reactionary citizen of the inner colonies. Whilst it is unclear to what degree this is a front, Ruben becomes quickly angered when mention is made of the demise of his home-world, and seems often to present himself as that colony's "redeemer", proving to the world that those of his stock can excel both militarily and academically. Far from indulging in what seems to be a cultural norm among his age-group, political dissent, Ruben never misses an opportunity to speak to the superiority of home-world culture seeing as it graciously stepped in to raise him the wake of his destructive rebel parentage.

In addition, the general absence of parental figures in Ruben's upbringing has made him both extremely cynical of others, and at the same time, grasping at affection. Having been subjected to a strict military regime and a series of loveless foster-homes, Ruben generally distrusts the affections of others, finding making any form of emotional en-treatment to any other person to be exceptionally embarrassing, and scoffing at the attempts of others, despite himself. However, those who do show unexpected and unprompted affection can expect a degree of emotional dependency and jealousy. Within the confines of the military, however, Ruben's approach is entirely ideal.

It should be noted that Ruben's entire animus centres around his inherited guilt for Far Isle's rebellion, without any significant attachments to the inner colonies, his general "prove-it-to-the-world" attitude may suffer a shattering reversal were any remaining threads of the Far Isle insurrection to encounter him. A perfect agent to use against the Insurrectionists, it is important he make as little contact with the general population of contentious worlds as possible.

Military Background: Sgt. Ruben Berne, born to a mother and father of Armenian and Irish maritime origins, respectively, spent the first four years of his life on the fringes of Far Isle, a water-world colony with only a single city of perhaps only 700,000 inhabitants. The majority of Far Isle's inhabitants belonged to two petty classes - the subjects of the Amphora Agrarian and Maratime Conglomerate, a company sponsoring colonists with extensive experience in farming and fishing industries, and one which particularly appealed to the descendent of traditionalist subsistence communities, swallowed up by Earth's extensive conurbations - and the subjects of the UNSC sponsored IUCN (International Union for the Conservation of Nature), which sought to use the colony as an "Ark-World", and had lobbied the UEG for quite a significant sum of credits for the task. Regardless of these trivialities, the friction between the peoples of AAMC, who saw their agraian needs increasingly disregarded by the "intellectually aloof" UEG, and the IUCN fostered the circulation of insurrectionist political material within the AAMC's population.

In 2494, shortly after Ruben's 4th Birthday, elements of the insurrectionist sympathisers forcibly accessed a UNSC drydock, and, whilst much of the details are redacted, it can be inferred that the UNSC's subsequent deceleration of CODE: BANDERSNATCH, and razing of the colony, can have only been in response to attempts by these forces to break out of the planet's blockade and deliver warships to the greater insurrection.

Regardless, desperate to reshape the political narrative following the admittedly despotic destruction of an almost entirely defenceless colony, the UNSC deployed its medical corps to tend to the wounded, and used public funds to provide suitable upbringings to those orphaned in the blast. Of course, ONI recognises the need for model, inner-cultured outer-colonists to fill the ranks of the fight against the Insurrection, and therefore, a portion of the allotted humanitarian funds were plied into the military upbringing of some of the rescued children - Ruben amongst these.

In this line, Ruben was installed on Earth, in a series of military schools and academies in the old United Kingdom, borded during the school-year and fostered with retired ONI agents in the summer months. By design, these agents generally possessed apathetic personality tenancies, or were themselves raised in strict and particularly unfeeling homes, in the hopes that this would illicit within Ruben a set of insecurities and dependencies that the military could subsequently fill.

Being an outer colonist, and of mixed race, it was deemed useful that Ruben be instructed in the usage of multiple languages. Whilst the core systems are dominated by the use of English, Spanish, Chinese, and French, the outer colonies have extensive eastern-European and Eurasian influence, with Hungarian, Slavic languages, and Armenian being common. Indeed, many of the UNSC's own battalions in these regions are far more familiar with these tongues than with any commonly used by the EDF or EEF. In this vogue, his military education, in addition to extensive seminars on command and battle-tactics, particularly with focus on Ruben's personal fascination, the illustrious Admiral Preston Cole, was tailored towards a degree-patch which might ingratiate him to the outer-colonists just enough that he may be a persuasive ambassador. Upon the completion of his studies, Ruben was not only a well-prepared ONI-enlistee, he was also a Master-degree Holder of Biological Engineering with Language Studies.

Following his graduation at the age of 25 as an ONI Sergeant, Ruben was then installed as a NCO at the barracks on Eridanus II, tasked with overseeing the mining colonies upon the moon Ehilend, which, at the time were considered particularly prone to sublimation by the Insurrectionist threat, commanding a group of locally sourced recruits. During the 2513 rebellion, Ruben distinguished himself when, as the barracks were assailed by requisitioned scorpion-class tanks, he was able to emphatically persuade his charges to not only refuse to turn over their arms and join their fellow colonists and families in rebellion, but to make a daring nightime assault to sabotage their artillery line, saving the ensuing UNSC reinforcements countless lives and expenses on the loss of military hardware.

Whilst Ruben, in this endevour, showed little athletic or combat excellence, it was this the ingenuity for this covert-op that tapped Ruben for the ODST corps, and as such was subsequently reassigned to the Epsilon Eridani Defence Fleet over Reach to undergo his training. It was here, in 2524, nearing the completion of his training, that a perhaps fortuitous event occurred that may secure the loyalty of Ruben against the insurrectionist threat - the destruction of the "National Holiday" cruise liner over Reach, in full view of Ruben's practice-drop-pod.

Following graduation roughly 18-months ago, Ruben was reassigned to ONI's Red Glare Prowler and its ODST squad, bound for a frontier role in OPERATION: TREBUCHET.

Loadout:

• BR-55 Battle Rifle
• M6C Magnum with HUD-linked Holographic Sights
• Combat Knife
• 4x Smoke Grenades
• Holo-Pad with multiple dictionaries and extensive translation software
• HUD with Closed Caption generating software to aid with translation

Pretty much done.

So...is this still going?