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>Mission_Information: Winter Contingency has been declared. On March 2nd, 2551, the human colony of Atis IV was struck by an unprecedented invasion. Insurrectionist activity was documented heavily on the colony, keeping local forces occupied until aforementioned date. Communications have been severed with reactionary fleets elsewhere. Commander Joseph Philemon of UNICOM has placed himself as direct Commanding Officer over the defence of the colony. All forces under UNICOM fall under his directive, as well as present UNSC Marine Corps branches. Information regarding the planet's current state are relatively unknown, even to the ground forces left holding the surface. Orbital Fleets have been scattered and scuffed through violent engagements near the colony. With communications down, it is safe to assume that the ground forces are uncoordinated and, at worst, unaware of the threat.

>Present and local insurrectionist forces have been recorded using the tundra regions of the planet to coordinate raids on UNSC compounds for several months preceding the invasion. Such operations have had many ground forces occupied moments before the attack began, furthering implications that the planet was nowhere near prepared for such magnitude. Reasonable assumptions state that Covenant Special Operations forces were on the surface about fifty hours before the invasion began. Covenant forces were expected to make landfall en mass shortly after. Their overall goals were uncertain, as always. Assumptions made by Commanding Officers mainly cited total annihilation, however ONI Staff point to ulterior motives. As Atis IV was a key strategic manufacturing planet for arming the outer set of human colonies, it could've been to hamper the war effort. It is unknown if any technology of interest was on the planet surface either. Loss of life is unrecorded. Military action is unknown. Final outcome of the Battle for Atis IV is yet to be updated.

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Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Halo: Suffocation, a planetary defence Roleplay scenario surrounding individual characters and their overarching stories! This is less of a gamey military scenario and more of a character narrative, which is great. A plethora of characters, all separated from the common 'save the galaxy' storyline the mainline series is known for. We'll take ourselves to the very boots that roam the dirty plains, the grunts of the pack and the common men and women serving within the UNSC. Much like in the interest check, I'll be straight up saying that Spartan characters will not be allowed. There may be Spartan III NPCs that come into the story, but not to as main playable characters in our cast. This won't be a powertrip story, so I apologise if that is what you were looking for. For those who are well-into the idea of taking the eyes and ears of the UNSC military, then step right up for this disastrous set of events waiting to unfold!

Inspired by key events such as the Fall of Reach and the Harvest Campaign, this roleplay will focus mainly on Atis IV, a military strategic colony sitting on the borders of the inner and outer human colonies. Speaking of the characters, the opportunities rest within the UNSC military. These can vary from the standard branches of combat, such as the UNSC Marine Corps, the UNSC Army or the ODSTs, whilst also segmenting into more specialised roles, such as technicians, engineers, medical units and more. I'm inclined to discuss potential characters falling under different circumstance, such as a potential insurrectionist position, however I cannot confirm such things considering it'll have to mesh in a way that connects them to the characters. Throughout the RP, there will be an emphasis on both your expected military progression as well as the relationships and connections built between the cast. Whether they are rivalries, forged hatreds, friendships, basic camaraderie, romances or even things inbewteen, I'm looking forward to see how the characters develop as the situation grows in such a long way. I won't outright state whether or not there's concrete plans for the planet's fate, that's for us to figure out throughout our actions and efforts in this tale!

There are potentials for expanding beyond the planet, however I've not delved too much into those plans as I imagine the majority, if not all, of the roleplay will be based around Atis IV and its orbiting naval engagements. Best to keep us with one unifying goal that has many great options to choose from. Encounters in cities, open plain warfare, night time engagements, mountainous skirmishes and declassification of ONI facilities under assault are just a few of many examples we can choose from. In most cases, I'll open up several 'situations' in the RP at a time, in which players can be deployed between them to give some freedom of movement, however, I won't encourage separating yourself too much from the rest of the group. I'll also open up a Mission Submission thing, where if you want to do some small scale missions for your characters or a small group, you can request and pitch the idea to me and I'll basically accept it based upon what's going at that moment, as well as if it's actually plausible. So, to wrap characters up, the character sheet!

Feel free to edit the design of the character sheet to however you want. I won't go ape-shit over someone choosing to make it look snazzy but I won't penalise CS's that look simple. All about that sweet-sweet content, baby! Feel free to also add additional categories of information, just as long as you've got the important details in there, then it'll be okay. Anything else is just a bonus, usually!



And that should wrap this all up! If there are any questions, concerns, queries, inquiries or any other synonymous words to do with asking shit, drop a mention by or hit me up the OOC discord. For those going to join it, yes it is a big-ish server, I run it for a lot of other OOC servers based around RPG. Just drop me a tag there too to get stuff sorted out as well! I hope you've enjoyed reading this lil' intro to the RP and I can't wait to get stuff up and running!

hi

@Theyra@krismer22@Liv@Deadnaut@Ratattack@DeadDrop@EpicRoleplay@CaptainBritton@Kuro

@Bee Fucking hell you're fast

Pee-kaboo? If this is still taking.. I'm interested.

Pee-kaboo? If this is still taking.. I'm interested.

We are indeed

I'll express my interest sir! Got any limits on sign ups?

I'll express my interest sir! Got any limits on sign ups?

Not at the moment we don't! Hop in the discord in the OOC post!

@DisturbedSpecYou too bby

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@DisturbedSpec I smell a shitpost.

@Kuro That's odd, what shitpost? Just took a shower.

Markese-West [+]

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Name
Sarah Markese-West

Gender
Female

Age
Twenty-six

Place of Birth
Sedra

Military Branch
ODST

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Appearance




Attire
Sarah stands at five foot eight, she is of an athletic build. She had a medium length blonde ponytail with an ahtletic build, her face is scarred with a distinct notion of lack of sleep and sometimes emotion. Generally unimpressed. She wears your standard ODST fatigues with armor, she has a white line painted down on her helmet and down on her chest plate above her armor lettering. She has a designated marksmen patch to denote her specialization.

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Weaponry
M392 Designated Marksmen Rifle, M6D SOCOM, 2x HEDP grenades.

Fireteam
Hyena Team - 2nd ODST Det.

Rank
Lance Corporal

Specialisation
Designated Marksmen

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Personality
Sarah is a motor mouth, she like to run her mouth and chat it's the only thing keeping her sane in this fucked up joke of a war. Her humor is the best part about her, coping with the tragedies of war is tough. While she keeps a serious demeanour on the missions she embarks on she does miss the company of her compatriots as she's often supporting a scout team or with a partner. The end is coming all it takes it the willingness to step into it, sometimes a dark thinker Sarah likes to spruce up the moments with her wits.

Notable Traits
Loud mouth - She likes to talk alot, maybe too much.

High Roller - She's confident, risky and hell even ballsy.

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Biography
In 2533, Sedra had some of the lowest birthrates among the Outer Colonies left standing, and a steadily growing unemployment rate. Nine years prior, the Covenant's omnicidal war against the UNSC had been declared. Every year after that came with resounding defeats for humanity, with victories so far and in between, that no matter how large it was, the odds continued to seem insurmountable. Sarah Markese-West was born into a period of utter terror and hopelessness, in a year where anyone would've thought birthing a baby would surely mean they were going to turn to ash with the rest of their home planet. Mister and Missus Markese-West birthed Sarah in the winter, where they watched planets burn and soldiers die over and over and over again on the pristine hospital telescreens.

Sarah is the child to a couple of farmers. Throughout her whole life, she was always closer to poverty than she was to affluence. Raised in an area of Sedra that was particularly affected by the soaring unemployment rates the Human-Covenant war brought, the majority of her life was lived in undeniable austerity. Raised with a strict father and a loving mother in an impoverished area of an already economically suffering planet, Sarah's childhood wasn't normal, but by no means was it uncommon. This cocktail of variables: class, geography, the occupation of her parents, all led to her becoming a soldier in the future.

Sarah's childhood was unremarkable only by the standards of the Human-Covenant war, perhaps a shared experience between every poor, working-class colonial child. The backdrop to every day was recent news of military defeats. Every TV channel at home came with blaring recruitment ads that cut into the programming at the time. Dinners were eaten with the blaring anthem of the UEG in the background. In Sarah's schooling career, the proud flags of the UEG and the UNSC seemed always to be at half-mast when she stepped into the yard every morning. The war never left Sarah, and it seemed to march closer to Sedra with every passing day.

The majority of soldiers that shipped from Sedra across every year of the war were from families that fell below the poverty line. As soon as high school graduation happened, Markese was one of a long line that stretched out the block to the recruitment office. Perhaps her fate of becoming a Marine was written as soon as she was born. To her, like many other kids her age, there was no other alternative than being a soldier. What were they supposed to do? Go to college, get into debt, and train to work in an office for the rest of their lives while aliens leapt bounds closer to their home? Sarah saw people her age break down crying after being ruled unfit for service. Naively, she believed to further pursue her education instead of signing up was a mark of cowardice.

The medical results came back in the mail, late during the summer after Sarah's senior year of high school. Fit to serve. A month later, she was shipped off to the nearest training depot in Sedra, a couple of hundred miles away from her home, nearer to Sedra City. On a hot summer's day, Sarah filed onto a shuttle filled with kids her age, with all her worldly positions in a bag.

Basic wasn't easy, but Sedrans weren't soft. The training regimen made a jarhead out of Sarah: a well oiled split jaw killing machine along with the rest of her class. Courses and obstacles that seemed foreign and insurmountable to Markese became muscle memory to her, as if wooden logs, barbed wire, and mud were the back of her hand. Sarah, a farm girl who had never shot anything bigger than an old hunting scattergun, was trained to become accustomed to the iconic Misriah weaponry she had gazed at from afar in propaganda posters and combat footage. Designations like MA5 and M392 and M739 were sat right next to the ABCs, in Sarah's mind: she was trained to use them all.

The graduates from class 3092 of Sedra City Recruit Depot were hurriedly rushed into combat, pelicans taking them to the metal coffins that'd become their homes for the entirety of their tours. The 45th MEU aboard the UNSC New Dawn Fades was her first assignment. The first squad she was slotted into out of basic, she was given the DMR, having become the replacement for the squad's former marksman. The 45th was present at a plethora of battles and planets: none of them victories for the UNSC. Sarah saw multiple months as a bog-standard Marine designated marksman inside the 45th with her squad, but eventually, more opportunities began to crop up.

Markese left her unit after multiple months of service in it. She had been offered a place in the Marine Force Recon program, her officer having already signed the transfer slip that'd slot her off into the Basic Recon Course required of her. Young, enthusiastic, and craving more action, Sarah happily accepted the offer, being shipped off for more training. BRC and all the schools that came after it were much more grueling than basic ever proved to be. Old ground like reading maps and compasses were retread, except this time in much greater depth. Radio jargon Sarah spouted when she was playing pretend as a child was now being drilled deep into her head. The time she spent as a roper was the most grueling training she had gone through at that point. Sarah's tough childhood and hardy home planet proved to work in her favor, though: she graduated, now assigned to a Force Recon company attached to another Expeditionary Unit.

In August of 2549, Paris IV was besieged by Covenant forces. Sarah's unit was redirected there as reinforcement rapidly, and it was Markese's first battle as a Force Recon marine. Over the course of the long siege, Sarah's team of 6 men worked often behind enemy lines in conjunction with Army artillery and Marine infantry, giving reports of how effective the Army's artillery strikes were in dislodging/disorganizing Covenant positions and gathering intelligence in order to supplement assaults when they happened. After a month's worth of days spent in combat on Paris IV, Sarah's team was pulled away, instead replaced with fresher soldiers. Markese heard the news of the defeat, and glassing, a week after her unit had been cycled out.

In early October, Sarah heard rumors in passing. HIGHCOM and Naval Intelligence were increasing the demand for ODSTs tenfold, opening the programs with laxer restrictions in order to get more already SOF guys trained, presumably for a big operation that was coming up. This was rarely corroborated with any hard evidence, but Sarah wouldn't pass up the chance to shoot for a higher station. With permission from her CO, her name was dropped in the box, and she was accepted into the program, and into training.

Service-History
Battle of Paris IV - QRF - Covnenat Victory
Battle of Arcadia - Recon / Spotting - Covenant Victory

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Affiliations
Friends and Family, basically.

Relationships


Theme Song

I assume this isn't complete? There's a few sections left empty and the image you used isn't working

Amended.

Will review the CS's tomorrow, big tired today : c

Big apologies but I have to drop out before even turning in my CS. Maybe next time when I'm not as busy :)

Big apologies but I have to drop out before even turning in my CS. Maybe next time when I'm not as busy :)

Ahh fairs, no worries

@DeadDrop@EpicRoleplay Gonna accept yours

@DisturbedSpecI'll accept yours, but it does just seem really weird how a portion of the character is just ripped from another game, makes it feel a little less genuine? Are you willing to change a little bit about that to make it less of a copy and more flavourful?

The face and appearance is all good, you can keep those as its an appearance, it's mostly just the tidbits here and there

I'll get back to working on my CS, should be done soonish!

Unfortunately, I will have to rescind my submission due to an unexpected family matter. Take care.