[OOC] Wrath of Darkness

[MechonRaptor]

So... If I wanted to maybe make a seer whose also a medic, would that work?

[Deos Morran]

@MechonRaptor I'd say yes int eh spirit of twos... Like currently you are a combat medic... but you could be a Seer Medic. WHich would mean you can see into the wonder's of The Other, and heal people, but you wouldn't be super hot in the combat zone... If you know what I mean.

[MechonRaptor]

@Deos Morran

So basically I trade weapon proficiency for The Other knowledge. What kind of magic would I have to assist me if I'm bad in combat?

[Deos Morran]

@MechonRaptor You don't have magic, just knowledge and the ability to learn more in an instant basically... And I won't say you have no combat capability, just that you wouldn't be a trained soldier. In the place of combat you'd be more of a support role, dipping into The Other to see about touching the minds of the monsters to confuse and stagger them.

[MechonRaptor]

@Deos Morran

Ahhhh.... Let me edit around my app a bit and I'll repost it when it's done. Either that or just tag you to look at it again xD

[Deos Morran]

@MechonRaptor Um... ok!

[Mataus]

Here we go...

Matthew Reed

Name: Matthew Reed

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.

Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.

Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.

Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."

Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.

Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.

In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.

When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.

So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.

There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.

After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.

Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.

Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.

Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.

[Mega Birb]

@Mataus
The world is somewhat heavily populated with leviathan-size monsters, so Leviathan isn't really an appropriate name for something like that. But beyond that I think you're okay.

[Mataus]

@mega birb I was talking about an actual Leviathan, but I'm not sure how rare they are. It said story build so I tried haha. I think what I was saying was that he had heard about Leviathans and had seen them attack the wall. But to see one in action out of the walls in a situation that he dropped people into... destroyed him. Because he became a pilot so stuff like that wouldn't happen.

[FallenTrinity]

@_@ I'm starting to realize that James' backstory is going to be a wall of text

[Mega Birb]

@FallenTrinity
Not a bad thing, exactly.

@Mataus
Makes sense, just saying that the Leviathan doesn't fit the context, but a leviathan does.

[FallenTrinity]

@Mega Birb

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CPT. Nathaniel James Holland

If you can skim over what I have and lemme know what I need to change? That would be great ^^

[Mega Birb]

@FallenTrinity
Tomorrow, for now I need to either sleep or find a way to knock myself out so sleep paralysis fucks off.

[Mataus]

@mega birb Yeah you're totally right, I didn't mean to word it like that. Oh well no harm done, thanks for accepting my form!

[Deos Morran]

@Mataus7 My only isue with this is that your wish and trauma are basically the same thing. It's sort of an unwritten rule to have then be a tad different as one is something that makes you happy, glad or motivated, and the other is supposed to make you sad, angry, or demotivated.

Beyond that he's good to toss into the CS tab. I just ask that you change his wish to something a little different.

[FallenTrinity]

@Deos Morran@Mega Birb

Finished....I think? Maybe? I always feel like I did well in CS creation but then its like "NOPE NOPE NOPE! ITS ALL WRONG!!!! AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAH!" ._. so yeah...here ya go.

Captain Nathaniel James Holland

"I am a whisper, a shadow, a phantom. I do not exist. I am the harbinger of the inevitable with a scythe whose reach is over a thousand yards."

Name: Cpt. Nathaniel James Holland

Callsign: "Spectre"

Age: 35

Gender Male

Role: Anselmo Ranger

Skills:

• Survival Expert: Much like many other Rangers, Nathan has a fundamental and advanced understanding of how to live off the land and survive for long periods outside of civilization.
• Expert Marksmen: Formal military training by some of Anselmo's finest. His choice of ranger school furthered his skills, having given him the second longest kill in Anselmo's neo-history.
• Assualt Rifle training: Qualified for the G39CX and earned an expert marksmanship in it.
• Stealth Mastery: Having grown up in Archeron's infamous outpost, not too much was offered so citizens volunteered (with escort) into the unholy terra as scavengers, looking for scrap metal, parts, or anything that could benefit the outpost. Growing up James was such a person. However, in order to get to where some of the better stuff was, silent yet expeditious movement was a necessity. Therefore, he had to learn quickly to move with ghostlike silence. A few close encounters helped hasten that need of a skill. Anselmo's ranger training further increased his skills in this field with new techniques.
• Moderate Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Mostly self explanatory but Anselmo's military regiment required that all personal, regardless of M.O.S, must take at least level one combative training. As he signed for a ranger position, he was given the level one basic training as well as special level 2 and 3 training.
• Mechanical experience: Having a father that worked on vehicles all day, there was no doubt that James would have picked up some knowledge. Changing the oil, brakes, headlights, sparkplugs and sepentine belt being the few things he knows. He can hotwire if need be since many cars that came through had problems starting.

Equipment:

• Main Rifle

  M80A3 "Severance"(As seen in main picture): The M80A3 is the predecessor to the classic .950 JDJ of the past. while maintaining a larger than normal caliber compared to the .50 BMG, its use in the field is somewhat normal but requires qualification for use. Its material is a mix of titanium with other composites and alloys offering a more lightweight version of its precursors at around 23lbs, 25lbs loaded. Its build is similar to that of a cannon, allowing the barrel to recoil back in order to distribute the recoil as well as an integrated suppressor, further decreasing the recoil while improving muzzle velocity and sound reduction. It is accompanied by the ALC 75mm STA 13M 384x288 Thermal Riflescope that offers up to 10x zoom as well as thermal, night vision and infrared. Custom barrel with magazine capacity of five. Semi-automatic with bolt action option. Rounds include incendiary, armor piercing, full metal jacket and explosive.
• G39CX This is the predecessor to the G35. Not much has changed in its design but its chassis has been strengthened thanks to new alloys that were discovered. He has equipped a silencer, fore grip with light and laser attachment (IR) and a hybrid sight offering thermal and night vision.
• AOH 2020V "EagleEye" This gadget is the headgear that James wears. Offering comms for James to the immediate team as well as 3x zoom and infrared sights. It assists in range finding and electronic compass.
• UPOS (Universal Personal Operating System) 8th Gen The UPOS 8th gen, or as many in Anselmo's military dubbed it "Useless piece of shit", is a personal wrist operating system used mostly for rangers and those venturing out into the Wild Wood. It offers preprogrammed navigation and mapping applications, anemometer, temperature gauge, and range finder. Now the reason it has been given the nickname "Useless Piece of Shit" is due to the somewhat lack of effective use thanks to its build. Its OS, despite being that of the 8th gen, runs on an older processor and battery style, offering effective use for about 8 hours before shutting off.
• Special Operations Survival Backpack:Filled with hardcopy map, compass, flares, flashlight, two weeks worth of MREs, eating utensils, toiletries, baby wipes, hygenics, sharpening stone, first aid kit, sleeping bag and a few changes of socks as well as a tactical shovel attached to the outside on the left and Machete on the right. it is covered with his ghillie cloak.
• Ghillie cloak
• Bootknife
• 2x Frag Grenades
• 3x Smoke Grenades

Appearance: James stands rather tall at six feet, three inches and around two hundred and thirty-one pounds of military efficiency. He keeps a well groomed beard that covers his more rugged face and his hair tight to the side. His eyes are a bright blue, almost ice blue in color. James is well fit thanks to years of scavenging and working with the rangers as can be seen in his build. At around 3% body fat, he is near peak human condition. As seen in the picture above, his normal ranger attire would seem rather bulky to those unfamiliar with him or what the rangers do, but in fact his loadout is rather light compared to some of the older rangers he knows. On his skin is a few tattoos. On his left shoulder holds that of a customized ranger tattoo with Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. written below. Finally, on his back is that of a two ravens holding up what seems to be a broadsword wrapped in a thorn rose with the words Take this life. I'm right here. Stay awhile and breath me in.

Background:

Hider

Outpost Sierra-Whiskey 109 callsign Archeron; one of the furthest reaches Anselmo has, or better yet "had", some time ago. It brought part of Anselmo's "safe" territory to a point, earning it the moniker The Edge of Elysium or Anselmo's Spear since anything beyond it was considered Hell and its defenses were fairly efficient in keeping anything that got close to it at bay. Minefields stretched a mile or so in front and to its sides with sentry towers posted along the way, some offering simple pleasantries like food, water and hygienic goods, others offering fuel or a place to rest for a couple hours. A few dirt trails offered effective movement through these fields as did the transportation whose mapping units were dotted with all mine locations. To its sides were towers retrofitted for large artillery. Though ammunition scarce, it did offer a bit reassurance for whatever managed to call Archeron home. A small village had been set up after its construction and many of its rugged civilians had taken up the position of scavenger whose sole purpose was to travel into the barren world in search for anything that could be beneficial to the post.

As a younger lad, James was such a boy. However, at age 10 he was too young to go venturing out into the Wild Wood but instead would pretend to be one of those rangers or scavengers with his friends as they ran about the outpost, pretending to out in the Wild Wood. As real as the threat was of possible attacks, it did offer a bit of lightheartedness to those who stayed in the outpost. Seeing a child enjoy the smaller things in life all the while fairly ignorant to how serious their "games" were to the rangers who would stop by the outpost before venturing out into the unholy terra before them. It was during one of his games with his friends did he start to take notice. When he was supposedly being "eaten" by his friends as monsters, a ranger had managed to catch a small portion of their fun before breaking down, dropping to his knees and sobbing. It was around then he begun asking questions about what happened outside of their outpost and other relative inquiries. His father, being a former ranger turned mechanic sat him down and slowly explained over time what James' games meant to those who traveled through and told the young Nathan about his own personal experiences. He soon stopped playing but told his father he wanted to be like him, like when he was a ranger. His father refused to see his son turn out like so many rangers did mentally, or worse. But this didn't stop the boy's ambitions.

When he came of scavenging age, around 18 years old, he volunteered for the next venture out. He had heard from a previous expedition that their was a cache out there, some 20 odd miles into the nothingness that held what could be considered the holy grail of technological recovery to date. However, the trek to such a place was considered too dangerous and practically suicide. "We went in with a group of 13. A few rangers, one or two guardians, a medic and a handful of scavengers. Kid...The sights and sounds I heard...what happened to our group...You're not coming back the same way...Not by a fucking longshot." What the guardian had told him sent chills down his spine but he didn't feel scared. No, this was different...Excitement? Maybe that was it. The fear of what could be out in the empty wastelands filled his head with ideas and despite holding back a smile, a subtle twinkle in his eye could be seen.

It was a few weeks later and his first venture into the Wild had come about. The expedition team had rolled through and went by TR-110 callsign Titan. A fairly experienced team aside from the few other scavengers within the group with Captain Abraham Hopkins leading the pack. The man held much respect and a commanding order that James was in awe of him. The others that would accompany him were Lt. Atermis Wilson, an asshole from the south/southwest side of Anselmo, Srgt. Jessi Duvae a rehabilitated girl from the Wild Wood and excellent navigation officer as well as mechanic, and privates Henry Dawson the Medic and Kevin Dirk, or Joker as many considered him. These names may not mean anything to anyone else, but to James, these were some of the closest people he knew, and the ones whose deaths held the most meaning. It was an awakening, a reality check; clarification that life outside of Anselmo's grasp was not what he originally imagined. It was gritty, gory and full of negative emotions.

It was during this "super cache" search and James' arrogance and ambition that got most of the team killed. Three miles out from their objective in the old abandoned city of Epsilon. They were rumors going around Archeron that going through the ruined city was suicide since packs of Duvari ran through there as they were one of many hunting grounds. Despite Abrahams warnings, James broke away from the group and ventured into the city, armed with only a magnum revolver and a few flares. James was lucky in the aspect that Abraham had decided to stop and make camp, otherwise, Titan would never had heard the screeching of Duvari, followed by the sound of gunshots. So the team went in, in search of "that stupid little arrogant shit".

He had stumbled upon a pack of Duvari grazing. He had never seen these creatures before and when one turned, "baring" its fangs at him (unknown to him their protruding fangs are apart of their anatomy and somewhat of a deterrent for other monsters), he open fired, causing the pack to turn on him and a firefight breaking out into the streets of the abandoned city. However, the fighting and sounds echoed through the city with vigor and drew the attention of a wandering Leviathan, not to mention small packs of carnivorous creatures. It was apparent something big had closed in on them if the roar rumbling the ground meant anything. With this, the team evacuated from the city and headed back towards Archeron save for Atermis, Henry and their captain Abraham. This would not be the last time James would see this Leviathan. The second time he saw it, would be when he lost his father and most that lived in Archeron, hence "The Day the Spear Shattered".

Fast forward 5 years into his scavenging career he had eventually made a name for himself within the outpost and some of the surrounding ones as well, considered a capable and silent individual who could get in and out of an area with relative ease. Sadly the past had not escaped him, especially with Titan as word of his arrogance still traveled around the outposts. Thus, he was, despite his skills, considered a liability that many did not want to carry on their shoulders. James decided it was time to leave the outposts and head to Anselmo and join their military. That way, he could continue to do what he liked to do, start with a somewhat clean slate and work in a group once more, whether they wanted to or not. The next transport out of Archeron was the following day and when it came, he left for Anselmo.

Fast forward to the age of thirty-one, James had been apart of Team Sierra-Victor One Four Four which had been codenamed "Jester". They had completed 28 successful missions whether it be salvage expeditions or search and rescue. Jester was to head for Archeron, debriefed on the way and then head northeast to their objective. It had been about a few hours after they arrived did it happen. Massive earthshaking footsteps followed by explosions, a roar that was unquestionably familiar in James' ears. It was that thing, that thing from long ago had managed to wander into Archeron territory. This was when the outposts defenses let loose. During the firefight against this thing, it had without resistance, bust past the retrofitted walls and down onto a nearby mechanics shop, his father's shop. He quickly made his way to what was left, only to find that his father had been smeared across the ground. Emotions were all over the place and he couldn't figure out what to do. Not until his captain ordered a retreat, leaving the rest of Archeron to fall to this monstrosity.

He would never forget that day, nor the first time he witnessed death outside of the outpost, when he traveled to Epsilon. It haunts his memories. The screams of terror, the sound of gunpowder igniting and the boom of cannons and explosions. But what scared him the most was the ear deafening roar from the leviathan. That sound forever etched into his psyche. The sight of his father's....remains. Everything remains so clear to him. This was five years ago. He is thirty five now and had been transferred to Kilo Victor Seven Three. He has begun questioning why he still remains with the rangers. Maybe to help inspire the greenhorns? To provide a reality to those who dream of adventure in the Wild? Who knows. If there is a God, only he does. For now however, he will travel into the Wild with his brothers and sisters in arms, being their guardian angel when needed, and the angel of death to those who dare threaten them.

Other: James has a habit of cracking his neck from time to time or having a smoke on patrol. It was a habit he picked up thanks to former Captain Abraham. Most of his emotions are seen through his eyes or facial expressions. Agitation is a tense smirk with twitchy eyes, anger is thin smile with wide eyes, etc.

Wish: He really is looking forward to an early retirement. Possibly get a job as a personal bodyguard to some high ranking government official with a great pension and benefits package. A wife and kids with a nice little home.

Trauma: "The Day the Spear of Anselmo Shattered" (The fall of Outpost Archeron). Specifically, the gravity of the situation. It was the dangers of this incident that brought him to reality, reminding him that life in this day and age should not be taken lightly because in a split second it can be taken.

[Mega Birb]

@FallenTrinity
I haven't read the hiistory yet and he looks okay at a glance, though I wanna point out that you won't be able to reliably hit shit beyond 50 yards with a smoothbore gun.

[FallenTrinity]

@Mega Birb

I will make that edit

[FallenTrinity]

@FallenTrinity
I haven't read the hiistory yet and he looks okay at a glance, though I wanna point out that you won't be able to reliably hit shit beyond 50 yards with a smoothbore gun.

@Mega Birb

So I have made the edit to his rifle and about the history...I apologise for it not being long enough.

[Mega Birb]

@FallenTrinity
Quality over quantity, friend.