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Apperance:
-With Gear
-Without
Name: Sergeant Christian Conti
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Skills:
-Baton Combat
-Street Smart
-Boxing
-Concealment of items on self
-Bluff
Inventory:
-Straightstick riot baton
-Gas mask
-Positive Lock Holster
-SIG Sauer P226
-Pepper Spray
-Riot Armor
-Handcuffs
-Keys
-Pack of cigarettes
-64,89 USD
-Police Radio
Backstory:
Conti really did want to let go of the streets but the streets didn't want to let go of Conti, born in an italo-american family, his siblings always had trouble with the law but Christian himself managed to remain relatively clean or rather he was never caught. His father was a mafia though guy involved in extortion, racket and drug trafficking, he only saw him between his stays in prison and although his father encouraged him and his 2 brothers to join the family business, introducing him to some players and offering him jobs in exchange for pocket money (The police didn't suspect 12 years old to smuggle crack), his mother, Eleanor Conti, always pushed them to have an honest job. His older sibling, Gino Conti, went on to become a gangster and the younger one went to study law. Christian himself had brawn but lacked the brains, or so they say, he wasn't dumb but struggled in the academics. When his father invited him to officially join the mafia, be introduced to the family and all that, his mother stepped in and said that 1 son was enough, he wouldn't get the others. The old man reacted by beating her for talking back and when Christian tried to stop him he received the beating of his life as well. It was soon after that Christian went with his girlfriend to live away and work a small job as cook in a McDonald's. It didn't satisfy him and after he broke with his girl he decided that it would be ironic if he joined the police. A respectable job like his mother always wanted for him. He could barely believe it when his candidature was accepted and he went to the academy.
And so he became a NYCPD officer. It wasn't long until he had run ins with his family and although he resented his older brother and father, they were still family and thus, he used his connections to keep them out of trouble, even help them out once in a while, his dedication being rewarded with cash and sometimes, info on other gangs so he could bust them and impress his boss, earning him the rank of sergeant. He did what he could to bring his family together, trying to hide the fact he was a dirty cop from his mother and trying to get his family under legality. And then, the plague stroke.
His father was one of the first to die and Conti began to struggle to keep the population under control on one side and on the other, he helped his brother now more than ever. Sending patrols down the right alleys to chase other gangs so his brother and his guys could move in right after it was cleared, warn them in case of government operations in a sector as well as smuggling contraband in city zones as to 'Keep up the moral' of the poor sods and trade for the items needed for survival, canned good being in high demand in the gangs. He spent his free time away from the police to 'Take care of his mother' and that he did, but he most certainly didn't do so legally and the police is way too busy to inquire about a guy in riot gear and gas mask tagging along with a gang.
Some NPCs:
-Mommy Eleanor Conti
Italian-American, 41 years old, well preserved and with a character. Respects honor and kindness but realizes that there are some things that must be done. Scavenging is a need, the dead don't need these items anymore, but taking things from those who need them is not. Motherly figure that's looked up in the refuge camp she's in and also an excellent cook.
-Big bro Gino Conti
Kind of an asshole, styles himself gang leader after the mob boss died of the sickness and no suitable replacement was found, the italian mob was split in multiple factions but considering his father was one of the most loyal Capo of the old boss, he has a certain legitimacy. He and his gang, commonly referred to as the Napolitans, have taken control of the Plaza Hotel where they pose as just another group of people defending themselves. As of now, the police didn't want to stir up a hornet's nest and attack the place since they're pretty certain the Napolitans have a snitch in the police which would probably warn them. Plus, they've been doing well for themselves and have several police grade weapons and armor. The Napolitans also control some areas of New York, demanding money or supplies for protection from other gangs.
-With Gear
-Without
Name: Sergeant Christian Conti
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Skills:
-Baton Combat
-Street Smart
-Boxing
-Concealment of items on self
-Bluff
Inventory:
-Straightstick riot baton
-Gas mask
-Positive Lock Holster
-SIG Sauer P226
-Pepper Spray
-Riot Armor
-Handcuffs
-Keys
-Pack of cigarettes
-64,89 USD
-Police Radio
Backstory:
Conti really did want to let go of the streets but the streets didn't want to let go of Conti, born in an italo-american family, his siblings always had trouble with the law but Christian himself managed to remain relatively clean or rather he was never caught. His father was a mafia though guy involved in extortion, racket and drug trafficking, he only saw him between his stays in prison and although his father encouraged him and his 2 brothers to join the family business, introducing him to some players and offering him jobs in exchange for pocket money (The police didn't suspect 12 years old to smuggle crack), his mother, Eleanor Conti, always pushed them to have an honest job. His older sibling, Gino Conti, went on to become a gangster and the younger one went to study law. Christian himself had brawn but lacked the brains, or so they say, he wasn't dumb but struggled in the academics. When his father invited him to officially join the mafia, be introduced to the family and all that, his mother stepped in and said that 1 son was enough, he wouldn't get the others. The old man reacted by beating her for talking back and when Christian tried to stop him he received the beating of his life as well. It was soon after that Christian went with his girlfriend to live away and work a small job as cook in a McDonald's. It didn't satisfy him and after he broke with his girl he decided that it would be ironic if he joined the police. A respectable job like his mother always wanted for him. He could barely believe it when his candidature was accepted and he went to the academy.
And so he became a NYCPD officer. It wasn't long until he had run ins with his family and although he resented his older brother and father, they were still family and thus, he used his connections to keep them out of trouble, even help them out once in a while, his dedication being rewarded with cash and sometimes, info on other gangs so he could bust them and impress his boss, earning him the rank of sergeant. He did what he could to bring his family together, trying to hide the fact he was a dirty cop from his mother and trying to get his family under legality. And then, the plague stroke.
His father was one of the first to die and Conti began to struggle to keep the population under control on one side and on the other, he helped his brother now more than ever. Sending patrols down the right alleys to chase other gangs so his brother and his guys could move in right after it was cleared, warn them in case of government operations in a sector as well as smuggling contraband in city zones as to 'Keep up the moral' of the poor sods and trade for the items needed for survival, canned good being in high demand in the gangs. He spent his free time away from the police to 'Take care of his mother' and that he did, but he most certainly didn't do so legally and the police is way too busy to inquire about a guy in riot gear and gas mask tagging along with a gang.
Some NPCs:
-Mommy Eleanor Conti
Italian-American, 41 years old, well preserved and with a character. Respects honor and kindness but realizes that there are some things that must be done. Scavenging is a need, the dead don't need these items anymore, but taking things from those who need them is not. Motherly figure that's looked up in the refuge camp she's in and also an excellent cook.
-Big bro Gino Conti
Kind of an asshole, styles himself gang leader after the mob boss died of the sickness and no suitable replacement was found, the italian mob was split in multiple factions but considering his father was one of the most loyal Capo of the old boss, he has a certain legitimacy. He and his gang, commonly referred to as the Napolitans, have taken control of the Plaza Hotel where they pose as just another group of people defending themselves. As of now, the police didn't want to stir up a hornet's nest and attack the place since they're pretty certain the Napolitans have a snitch in the police which would probably warn them. Plus, they've been doing well for themselves and have several police grade weapons and armor. The Napolitans also control some areas of New York, demanding money or supplies for protection from other gangs.
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"The Division" Agent
Appearance:
Name: Genevieve Alleron, "Aera Cura"
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Skills:
- Infiltration -
- Acrobat -
- Marksman/Rifleman -
- Survivalist -
- Knife-fighter -
Inventory:
- CIRAS(Spec-Ops black) -
- ECWCS(Spec-Ops black)(Currently worn) -
- MOLLE pack(Spec-Ops black) -
-- Hydration bladder -
-- Four 24oz water bottles -
-- Two spare (MP9 compatible)mags of 15 9x19mm parabellum rounds -
-- Single spare (MP5SD-N compatible)mag of 15 9x19mm parabellum rounds -
-- Two spare (HK416 compatible)mags of 30 5.56x45mm NATO rounds -
-- HK416 D20RS barrel -
-- HK416 D10RS barrel -
-- Rifle takedown kit -
-- Loose-fit sweat pants -
-- Denim jeans -
-- Loose-fit T-shirt -
-- Underarmor workout shirt(jersey cut) -
-- Black baseball cap -
-- Light-jacket -
-- Standard issue boots -
-- Padded shoes -
- Lightweight Helmet(LWH) -
- AN/PVS-14 -
- NATO E-Tool -
- LED Tactical Light -
- Pair of Mk 2 Knives(KA-BAR) -
- Beretta M9 (9x19mm parabellum) -
-- Detachable 9x19mm Suppressor -
-- Magazine of seven 9x19mm parabellum -
- HK416 (5.56x45mm NATO) -
-- Detachable 5.56x45mm NATO Suppressor -
-- Detachable folding stock -
-- ACOG sight -
-- HK416 D14.5RS barrel -
-- Pistol grip and replacement trigger group -
-- Magazine of 11 5.56x45mm NATO(Capacity of magazine is 20) -
- HK MP5SD-N (9x19mm Parabellum) -
-- Navy 4-position trigger group -
-- Magazine of 15 9x19mm parabellum -
Backstory:
Born on the west coast to immigrant parents(Her mother from Korea and her father from France), Genevieve Alleron began her life seeking a very different career than the one she now lives. Her school years were rather unremarkable, scoring average marks in all curriculum, and taking part in few extracurricular activities. The one field she did excel in, however, was dance. As a child, Genevieve loved to dance, and spent most of her free time listening to music and dancing through the choreos, as well as making her own steps. In time her passion would pay off with a scholarship for a college of arts that held partnerships with several dance studios. At the age of 18, she made her way towards starting a wonderful life, support by two proud parents and eager to make a name for herself. What greeted her was a series of downturns that slowly dulled her love for the arts. Sterilized rote and ceaseless practice of the same routines drilled into her began to make her cynical of the arts. She longed for the freedom of being able to dance as she wished, in whatever way suited her. Her tutors disagreed, claiming that only through repeated practice of established routines would she be able to understand the more fluid forms. With barely a year into her study, Genevieve dropped out and looked for work within the city, taking various odd-jobs and what few dancing commissions she could get from local clubs(Not that kind! She's a classy lady).
One night, on her way home after another of these dancing jobs, Genevieve was confronted a trio of patrons from the bar who were quite clearly drunk and agitated. After several unsuccessful advances, the trio became hostile and attacked her, where she would later awaken in the hospital a day later. Her spirit had been broken by the encounter, and she no longer held the same view of the world she once did. The world now seemed ugly and violent to her, and as she thought more of it, the more bitter she became. When she left the hospital a week after the attack she was spiteful towards the world, angry that her efforts had been for nothing, and that she had been powerless to stop the attack. Once home she began to glance through her mail from the week she had been away, tossing the bills and caring nothing for the voicemail left by friends and family. She came to feel that the only person she could rely on was herself, and that to lean on any other would only result in her misfortune again. It was then that she came across a recruiting letter from the US Army, one of the many letters issued out to natural-born citizens when they reached 18. Taking up what few belongings she still cared about, she left for the nearby recruitment office and turned her back on everyone she knew for good.
Despite the brutal physical requirements of Basic Training, Genevieve knew that this was now the only way forward, pushing herself to her limits in order to prove herself the equal of any other in Basic. This sheer determination would pay off when she enlisted into Infantry School and was shipped off to Fort Benning, where again she pushed hard to keep herself at top of the class. Inevitably, however, she would reach that glass-ceiling, and she knew that the stubbornness of Army command was infamous in their denial of women in combat roles. Though she was refused repeatedly, she continued to press at command, proving herself capable of going through the 100 hours of hell and then some, until finally command relented and signed her over to Ranger School under strict orders of classifying her file. She was told that despite earning her way into the Rangers, she would now have to portray herself as a male, lest the higher-ups find out and throw her from active-service. Grudgingly, she obeyed orders without question, and masqueraded as a male throughout training until she was given service orders and shipped out.
The next three years would take her around the world in various missions that would test not only her physical mettle, but also her mental endurance as she stubbornly held to her false persona. Finally, in the forests of Vietnam during a classified assignment, her identity was found out went the mission went tits-up. Captured by militant groups in the jungle, she was not only tortured by her captors, but shut out by those she had served alongside for the last three years. Once more she turned inwards, finding that solid core of resolve and vowing to cut her way free. Three months of agony passed until she finally found the opportunity she had been waiting for. One of the guards had been careless, and had determined that he was to take advantage of the female prisoner, only for her to take liberty of his carelessness and liberate his throat from his neck. Silently she took down the three other guards on night-shift, and set to work trapping the encampment for when she would release her fellow Rangers. As the team escaped into the night, a series of explosions set off when investigative guards went searching for the prisoners, setting fire to the forest and covering their escape with not only a distraction, but thick cloud cover to hide them from the moon-light. With safety reached, Genevieve looked towards her former comrades, expecting the same distaste they had previously shown, but instead found equal parts gratitude and shame. Putting their initial reception of her behind them, the team once more accepted Genevieve into their ranks, this time as a true equal.
[[TOP SECRET//United States Army Rangers//ORCON/50X6]]
On July first, 1999, six operatives under the codenames "Thanatos", "Aera Cura", "Hyperion", "Cerberus", "Charon" and Task-Leader "Erebus" were tasked by SOCOM and the CIA with undertaking a mission into the depths of Brazil to take down a rogue element of Brazilian military that had seized control of sections of the Amazon. Codenamed Operation Still-Waters, the mission saw the operatives inserted deep into hostile territory by way of stealth helicopters, and following this they were to rendezvous with a tribal guide connected to the rightful Brazilian military command. Mission did not proceed as planned, as it is believed that intelligence within the Brazilian military tipped off the rogue militia, leading to a firefight within the village which resulted in eight enemy kills, one wounded member, and six civilian casualties. Without a mission plan to proceed on, Task-Leader issued a new plan of action that would have the task-force push deeper into the jungle along a parallel to roadways. Utilizing specialist survival training, the team set up for a period of six-weeks in deep enemy territory, while the Brazilian government continued to cover-up the rogue militants. Once confident that the task-force had been believed dead, or pulled out of the Amazon, Still-Waters was once more a go, and the team executed a series of lightning-raids against the militants under cover of night. With the jungle to cover them, as well as a numerically smaller force allowing them to dissipate faster, the task-force was able to move quickly and sever elements of militant command without loss. Operation Still-Waters was concluded when the militant second-in-command returned to Brazil to face court-martialing and report that the militant group would face judgement for its actions. Upon returning to the United States for debriefing, task-force Still Waters was returned to active duty.
In September of 2001, task-force Still-Waters was called into service once more, this time in the line of domestic defense under protocols regarding bio-terror threats. Given limited supplies and information, Still-Waters was to respond to changing scenarios in the event that the nation had fallen. Code-named "Black Winter", this group consisted of numerous classified and unclassified operatives who would test the security and defenses of the homeland, a test that would fall short in more than one way. The mission for Still-Waters in particular was to be able to infiltrate and recover high-level government personnel or information, and rendezvous with remaining SOCOM elements in a secured location. Task-force orders were varied depending upon scenario, though it was imperative that operatives exercise caution and try to prevent as many civilian casualties as possible. Despite thorough planning on part of SOCOM, it was found to be a failing in the defenses of the CDC and Department of Homeland Security that ended the potential of Black Winter in 2001. Following this failure, the president signed into order Directive 51 which created cells of operatives trained in the execution of Black Winter, for the express purpose of keeping continuity of government.
After the recruitment into The Division, task-force Still-Waters spent a period of five years in Afghanistan supporting the war through specialist actions. In March of 2005, Still-Waters was given mission orders to infiltrate a series of villages along the Pakistani/Afghan borders. Once infiltrated, the operatives were to seek and destroy elements of Al Qaeda command, as well as sever lines of resupply to the Khyber Pass. Within a week the mission was compromised, seeing operatives "Thanatos" and "Hyperion" killed in action, and operative "Cerberus" in enemy hands. Remaining elements of Still-Waters were given directives to fall-back and regroup, however it is believed that communications were breached and any effort to fall back would result in total loss. Without choice but to continue the mission, Task-Leader amended mission directives to secure operative "Cerberus" and regroup at safe-zone Delta/9. With limited time before the enemy would dispose of Cerberus, Still-Waters dispersed to seek out the location of their captured operative and enact stage two of the amended mission. Once located three miles south of Cerberus' last known location, Still-Waters attacked the village covertly during the night, executing fifteen enemy combatants without raising the alarm, and successfully retrieving their operative. With their operative secured, the task-force then doubled-back to complete the mission by executing the remaining threats that had been found across the border in Pakistani tribal lands. Completion of mission lead to the team being withdrawn from the war and put on leave in recognition of their service and their losses. Despite the mission being classified, each member was awarded with the Silver Star and the unit was given the Valorous Unit Award, while their fallen operatives were also given the posthumous Purple-Heart. Upon declassification of these missions, the recipient's names will be published and the physical medals will be handed over.
[[Classified information ends here]]
Three weeks before the virus hit, Genevieve arrived in New York under orders to await re-activation for her unit. Taking up residence on Staten Island, she began looking for consultation jobs around the city, and generally acclimating herself to the region. She had recently begun work with the a security firm when the virus hit, and she was forced to take shelter back in her home. For the first three days she held up against looters and general bandits, all the while preparing herself for her assignment as an agent in the Division. Without waiting to receive word from the Division, she took up her supplies and headed downtown to set up a temporary encampment and await further orders. Using her skills as an operative, she avoided contact with most gangs, and was able to reach the United Nations building without expending much in the way of supplies. It is in this area that she patrols and looks for other Division agents, all the while keeping to her directives and watching for potential threats at any moment. With the world coming to an end around her, Genevieve is reminded of the reason she became a soldier, and that was because the only person she can rely on is herself.
NPCs: - None
Appearance:
Name: Genevieve Alleron, "Aera Cura"
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Skills:
- Infiltration -
- Acrobat -
- Marksman/Rifleman -
- Survivalist -
- Knife-fighter -
Inventory:
- CIRAS(Spec-Ops black) -
- ECWCS(Spec-Ops black)(Currently worn) -
- MOLLE pack(Spec-Ops black) -
-- Hydration bladder -
-- Four 24oz water bottles -
-- Two spare (MP9 compatible)mags of 15 9x19mm parabellum rounds -
-- Single spare (MP5SD-N compatible)mag of 15 9x19mm parabellum rounds -
-- Two spare (HK416 compatible)mags of 30 5.56x45mm NATO rounds -
-- HK416 D20RS barrel -
-- HK416 D10RS barrel -
-- Rifle takedown kit -
-- Loose-fit sweat pants -
-- Denim jeans -
-- Loose-fit T-shirt -
-- Underarmor workout shirt(jersey cut) -
-- Black baseball cap -
-- Light-jacket -
-- Standard issue boots -
-- Padded shoes -
- Lightweight Helmet(LWH) -
- AN/PVS-14 -
- NATO E-Tool -
- LED Tactical Light -
- Pair of Mk 2 Knives(KA-BAR) -
- Beretta M9 (9x19mm parabellum) -
-- Detachable 9x19mm Suppressor -
-- Magazine of seven 9x19mm parabellum -
- HK416 (5.56x45mm NATO) -
-- Detachable 5.56x45mm NATO Suppressor -
-- Detachable folding stock -
-- ACOG sight -
-- HK416 D14.5RS barrel -
-- Pistol grip and replacement trigger group -
-- Magazine of 11 5.56x45mm NATO(Capacity of magazine is 20) -
- HK MP5SD-N (9x19mm Parabellum) -
-- Navy 4-position trigger group -
-- Magazine of 15 9x19mm parabellum -
Backstory:
Born on the west coast to immigrant parents(Her mother from Korea and her father from France), Genevieve Alleron began her life seeking a very different career than the one she now lives. Her school years were rather unremarkable, scoring average marks in all curriculum, and taking part in few extracurricular activities. The one field she did excel in, however, was dance. As a child, Genevieve loved to dance, and spent most of her free time listening to music and dancing through the choreos, as well as making her own steps. In time her passion would pay off with a scholarship for a college of arts that held partnerships with several dance studios. At the age of 18, she made her way towards starting a wonderful life, support by two proud parents and eager to make a name for herself. What greeted her was a series of downturns that slowly dulled her love for the arts. Sterilized rote and ceaseless practice of the same routines drilled into her began to make her cynical of the arts. She longed for the freedom of being able to dance as she wished, in whatever way suited her. Her tutors disagreed, claiming that only through repeated practice of established routines would she be able to understand the more fluid forms. With barely a year into her study, Genevieve dropped out and looked for work within the city, taking various odd-jobs and what few dancing commissions she could get from local clubs(Not that kind! She's a classy lady).
One night, on her way home after another of these dancing jobs, Genevieve was confronted a trio of patrons from the bar who were quite clearly drunk and agitated. After several unsuccessful advances, the trio became hostile and attacked her, where she would later awaken in the hospital a day later. Her spirit had been broken by the encounter, and she no longer held the same view of the world she once did. The world now seemed ugly and violent to her, and as she thought more of it, the more bitter she became. When she left the hospital a week after the attack she was spiteful towards the world, angry that her efforts had been for nothing, and that she had been powerless to stop the attack. Once home she began to glance through her mail from the week she had been away, tossing the bills and caring nothing for the voicemail left by friends and family. She came to feel that the only person she could rely on was herself, and that to lean on any other would only result in her misfortune again. It was then that she came across a recruiting letter from the US Army, one of the many letters issued out to natural-born citizens when they reached 18. Taking up what few belongings she still cared about, she left for the nearby recruitment office and turned her back on everyone she knew for good.
Despite the brutal physical requirements of Basic Training, Genevieve knew that this was now the only way forward, pushing herself to her limits in order to prove herself the equal of any other in Basic. This sheer determination would pay off when she enlisted into Infantry School and was shipped off to Fort Benning, where again she pushed hard to keep herself at top of the class. Inevitably, however, she would reach that glass-ceiling, and she knew that the stubbornness of Army command was infamous in their denial of women in combat roles. Though she was refused repeatedly, she continued to press at command, proving herself capable of going through the 100 hours of hell and then some, until finally command relented and signed her over to Ranger School under strict orders of classifying her file. She was told that despite earning her way into the Rangers, she would now have to portray herself as a male, lest the higher-ups find out and throw her from active-service. Grudgingly, she obeyed orders without question, and masqueraded as a male throughout training until she was given service orders and shipped out.
The next three years would take her around the world in various missions that would test not only her physical mettle, but also her mental endurance as she stubbornly held to her false persona. Finally, in the forests of Vietnam during a classified assignment, her identity was found out went the mission went tits-up. Captured by militant groups in the jungle, she was not only tortured by her captors, but shut out by those she had served alongside for the last three years. Once more she turned inwards, finding that solid core of resolve and vowing to cut her way free. Three months of agony passed until she finally found the opportunity she had been waiting for. One of the guards had been careless, and had determined that he was to take advantage of the female prisoner, only for her to take liberty of his carelessness and liberate his throat from his neck. Silently she took down the three other guards on night-shift, and set to work trapping the encampment for when she would release her fellow Rangers. As the team escaped into the night, a series of explosions set off when investigative guards went searching for the prisoners, setting fire to the forest and covering their escape with not only a distraction, but thick cloud cover to hide them from the moon-light. With safety reached, Genevieve looked towards her former comrades, expecting the same distaste they had previously shown, but instead found equal parts gratitude and shame. Putting their initial reception of her behind them, the team once more accepted Genevieve into their ranks, this time as a true equal.
[[TOP SECRET//United States Army Rangers//ORCON/50X6]]
On July first, 1999, six operatives under the codenames "Thanatos", "Aera Cura", "Hyperion", "Cerberus", "Charon" and Task-Leader "Erebus" were tasked by SOCOM and the CIA with undertaking a mission into the depths of Brazil to take down a rogue element of Brazilian military that had seized control of sections of the Amazon. Codenamed Operation Still-Waters, the mission saw the operatives inserted deep into hostile territory by way of stealth helicopters, and following this they were to rendezvous with a tribal guide connected to the rightful Brazilian military command. Mission did not proceed as planned, as it is believed that intelligence within the Brazilian military tipped off the rogue militia, leading to a firefight within the village which resulted in eight enemy kills, one wounded member, and six civilian casualties. Without a mission plan to proceed on, Task-Leader issued a new plan of action that would have the task-force push deeper into the jungle along a parallel to roadways. Utilizing specialist survival training, the team set up for a period of six-weeks in deep enemy territory, while the Brazilian government continued to cover-up the rogue militants. Once confident that the task-force had been believed dead, or pulled out of the Amazon, Still-Waters was once more a go, and the team executed a series of lightning-raids against the militants under cover of night. With the jungle to cover them, as well as a numerically smaller force allowing them to dissipate faster, the task-force was able to move quickly and sever elements of militant command without loss. Operation Still-Waters was concluded when the militant second-in-command returned to Brazil to face court-martialing and report that the militant group would face judgement for its actions. Upon returning to the United States for debriefing, task-force Still Waters was returned to active duty.
In September of 2001, task-force Still-Waters was called into service once more, this time in the line of domestic defense under protocols regarding bio-terror threats. Given limited supplies and information, Still-Waters was to respond to changing scenarios in the event that the nation had fallen. Code-named "Black Winter", this group consisted of numerous classified and unclassified operatives who would test the security and defenses of the homeland, a test that would fall short in more than one way. The mission for Still-Waters in particular was to be able to infiltrate and recover high-level government personnel or information, and rendezvous with remaining SOCOM elements in a secured location. Task-force orders were varied depending upon scenario, though it was imperative that operatives exercise caution and try to prevent as many civilian casualties as possible. Despite thorough planning on part of SOCOM, it was found to be a failing in the defenses of the CDC and Department of Homeland Security that ended the potential of Black Winter in 2001. Following this failure, the president signed into order Directive 51 which created cells of operatives trained in the execution of Black Winter, for the express purpose of keeping continuity of government.
After the recruitment into The Division, task-force Still-Waters spent a period of five years in Afghanistan supporting the war through specialist actions. In March of 2005, Still-Waters was given mission orders to infiltrate a series of villages along the Pakistani/Afghan borders. Once infiltrated, the operatives were to seek and destroy elements of Al Qaeda command, as well as sever lines of resupply to the Khyber Pass. Within a week the mission was compromised, seeing operatives "Thanatos" and "Hyperion" killed in action, and operative "Cerberus" in enemy hands. Remaining elements of Still-Waters were given directives to fall-back and regroup, however it is believed that communications were breached and any effort to fall back would result in total loss. Without choice but to continue the mission, Task-Leader amended mission directives to secure operative "Cerberus" and regroup at safe-zone Delta/9. With limited time before the enemy would dispose of Cerberus, Still-Waters dispersed to seek out the location of their captured operative and enact stage two of the amended mission. Once located three miles south of Cerberus' last known location, Still-Waters attacked the village covertly during the night, executing fifteen enemy combatants without raising the alarm, and successfully retrieving their operative. With their operative secured, the task-force then doubled-back to complete the mission by executing the remaining threats that had been found across the border in Pakistani tribal lands. Completion of mission lead to the team being withdrawn from the war and put on leave in recognition of their service and their losses. Despite the mission being classified, each member was awarded with the Silver Star and the unit was given the Valorous Unit Award, while their fallen operatives were also given the posthumous Purple-Heart. Upon declassification of these missions, the recipient's names will be published and the physical medals will be handed over.
[[Classified information ends here]]
Three weeks before the virus hit, Genevieve arrived in New York under orders to await re-activation for her unit. Taking up residence on Staten Island, she began looking for consultation jobs around the city, and generally acclimating herself to the region. She had recently begun work with the a security firm when the virus hit, and she was forced to take shelter back in her home. For the first three days she held up against looters and general bandits, all the while preparing herself for her assignment as an agent in the Division. Without waiting to receive word from the Division, she took up her supplies and headed downtown to set up a temporary encampment and await further orders. Using her skills as an operative, she avoided contact with most gangs, and was able to reach the United Nations building without expending much in the way of supplies. It is in this area that she patrols and looks for other Division agents, all the while keeping to her directives and watching for potential threats at any moment. With the world coming to an end around her, Genevieve is reminded of the reason she became a soldier, and that was because the only person she can rely on is herself.
NPCs: - None
Division Agent
Apperance:
Name: Alexander Highstone
Age:29
Gender:Male
Skills:
-expert marksmen
-Advanced Hand-to-hand combat
-Vehicle repair
-Basic first aid
-Stealth
-survival training
Inventory:
- CheyTac Intervention rifle w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular
- .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor
- SOG Combat Knife
- SOG Seal pup (Kept in boot)
-
-water canteen
-Utility Knife
-Drinking fask(Filled with whiskey)
-x5 .375 7 round Magazines
-x3 .408 7 round magazines
-x6 .45 15 round magazines
-
Backstory: Alex was raised in a military family. His father being a marine, because of this he moved around often and never lived anywhere for very long. becasue he was always moving it was easy to make friends fast but at the same time he never got close to people as he knew he would be gone in a few years and probably never see them ever again, preventing him from making deep connections with people and even to this day. His father also taught him how to shoot, fight and even fix cars. When he turned 18 the choice was easy, he joined in the USMC.
Boot camp was easy for him, considering he kept him self physically fit and most of it was physical training and shooting, both of which he was already very good at. His Military career was nothing spectacular but he scored high marks on all of his Evals and received MPs(Must Promote) Every time. Becasue of this he put in a package for Sniper Scout school. Later he was picked up for the program, but this is when problems started to arise. During a Psych eval he was Diagnosed as a Rational Sociopath. This meant that he didn't feel guilt but a rational mind keeps him in check(Basically he functions completely normal but he simply doesn't form deep bonds with people). This put his acceptance into into sniper scout school on hold while he was evaluated.
After months of sitting around he finally got word, after evaluation it was deemed that he was not only fit for duty, but his "condition" made him a better candidate as he could preform with out hesitation or remorse. This left a bad taste in his mouth. Soon enough though he had finished his school with top marks and high evaluation, learning survival and . The rest of his career started to shift after sniper school though. That mark on his record fallowed him though, COs always giving him the "you better watch where you aim that rifle" talk. Treating him as if he was some kind of ticking time bomb that would start shooting up his only men, This started to show in his evals as they were purposefully understating his performance. This lead to frustration and eventually out burst into anger from Alex. So instead he left, once his contract was up he left the marines.
A few months out of the military and that black mark kept fallowing him. having trouble finding a job because of it. Despite that though his skills were un-questionable and was approached by a man in a suit. He was given an opportunity to join into this "division" and his black mark would be removed. So of course he accepted, never thinking anything would ever really happen anyways so it was a win for him, he was even allowed to keep military grade weapons, seeing as he had trouble getting any in civilian life. After that he was stationed in New york, even worked out of a small garage at the base of an apartment building
NPCs: , A 12 year old girl with black hair and green eyes,standing at 4'5 and a petite build. Despite her name there is no relation between the two. Her family was killed by the virus and Alex found her wondering the streets before taking him in, He isn't even sure if that his her last name, but she was shaken up when he found her and when he showed up with her he simply Said the name. As she started to get better and he asked her what her name was she only smiled at him Replying "Claudia Highstone" So he watched kept watch over her and takes care of her.
Apperance:
Name: Alexander Highstone
Age:29
Gender:Male
Skills:
-expert marksmen
-Advanced Hand-to-hand combat
-Vehicle repair
-Basic first aid
-Stealth
-survival training
Inventory:
- CheyTac Intervention rifle w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular
- .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor
- SOG Combat Knife
- SOG Seal pup (Kept in boot)
-
-water canteen
-Utility Knife
-Drinking fask(Filled with whiskey)
-x5 .375 7 round Magazines
-x3 .408 7 round magazines
-x6 .45 15 round magazines
-
Backstory: Alex was raised in a military family. His father being a marine, because of this he moved around often and never lived anywhere for very long. becasue he was always moving it was easy to make friends fast but at the same time he never got close to people as he knew he would be gone in a few years and probably never see them ever again, preventing him from making deep connections with people and even to this day. His father also taught him how to shoot, fight and even fix cars. When he turned 18 the choice was easy, he joined in the USMC.
Boot camp was easy for him, considering he kept him self physically fit and most of it was physical training and shooting, both of which he was already very good at. His Military career was nothing spectacular but he scored high marks on all of his Evals and received MPs(Must Promote) Every time. Becasue of this he put in a package for Sniper Scout school. Later he was picked up for the program, but this is when problems started to arise. During a Psych eval he was Diagnosed as a Rational Sociopath. This meant that he didn't feel guilt but a rational mind keeps him in check(Basically he functions completely normal but he simply doesn't form deep bonds with people). This put his acceptance into into sniper scout school on hold while he was evaluated.
After months of sitting around he finally got word, after evaluation it was deemed that he was not only fit for duty, but his "condition" made him a better candidate as he could preform with out hesitation or remorse. This left a bad taste in his mouth. Soon enough though he had finished his school with top marks and high evaluation, learning survival and . The rest of his career started to shift after sniper school though. That mark on his record fallowed him though, COs always giving him the "you better watch where you aim that rifle" talk. Treating him as if he was some kind of ticking time bomb that would start shooting up his only men, This started to show in his evals as they were purposefully understating his performance. This lead to frustration and eventually out burst into anger from Alex. So instead he left, once his contract was up he left the marines.
A few months out of the military and that black mark kept fallowing him. having trouble finding a job because of it. Despite that though his skills were un-questionable and was approached by a man in a suit. He was given an opportunity to join into this "division" and his black mark would be removed. So of course he accepted, never thinking anything would ever really happen anyways so it was a win for him, he was even allowed to keep military grade weapons, seeing as he had trouble getting any in civilian life. After that he was stationed in New york, even worked out of a small garage at the base of an apartment building
NPCs: , A 12 year old girl with black hair and green eyes,standing at 4'5 and a petite build. Despite her name there is no relation between the two. Her family was killed by the virus and Alex found her wondering the streets before taking him in, He isn't even sure if that his her last name, but she was shaken up when he found her and when he showed up with her he simply Said the name. As she started to get better and he asked her what her name was she only smiled at him Replying "Claudia Highstone" So he watched kept watch over her and takes care of her.
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