BlizzGood deal. Let me know if you have any questions, either her, in the OOC, or via PM.
Az
Az
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Born to Kill
STATUS: So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead. 9 yrs ago
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So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead.
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Apparently, I am not dead.
Bio
Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.
I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.
I RP at an advance level.
I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.
Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.
Go easy.
Az
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Name: Lucy Thrallthas.
Age: 25.
Occupation: CDC Facility Security Guard.
Family life: Single/engaged.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Black.
Weight: 125 pounds.
Blood type: B+.
Reason for government interest: Trained security guard.
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Bio: Born and raised in the western part of the United States, Lucy enjoyed a very well off life. Her parents were high up executives in separate companies and this meant that they were not around very often and she was raised via nanny and caretakers. This did not mean, by any measure, that her parents were not loving. They did take time to spend time and money on her, take her on vacations and things of that nature. It was a very materialistic and fast life.
In school, she did tae kwon do and gymnastics and was very popular and in college she did well enough in between partying and missing classes. She left with a degree in marketing and then really started to struggle for the first time in her life in terms of identity and fulfillment. She still continued to party and worked a half ass job, but her parents had so much money that it wasn’t really important.
Eventually, she decided to try something that would actually mean something and on a whim, she tried out for a position in the federal government. When she was accepted (being a female with Asian heritage may have helped), she was slightly surprised and after much debate, decided to go with it.
The training was at a federal level and the training was intense and focused on firearms, self defense, the apprehension of suspects and counter terrorism. Her first assignment was at the CDC center in Fort Leonard Wood, and that would be her last official duty station.
She had met a man upon entering training and the two dated, later becoming engaged. However, since they were not legally married, they were sent to different duty stations with him ending up in North Carolina. She has not heard from him since leaving for the CDC center.
Age: 25.
Occupation: CDC Facility Security Guard.
Family life: Single/engaged.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Black.
Weight: 125 pounds.
Blood type: B+.
Reason for government interest: Trained security guard.
Picture:
Bio: Born and raised in the western part of the United States, Lucy enjoyed a very well off life. Her parents were high up executives in separate companies and this meant that they were not around very often and she was raised via nanny and caretakers. This did not mean, by any measure, that her parents were not loving. They did take time to spend time and money on her, take her on vacations and things of that nature. It was a very materialistic and fast life.
In school, she did tae kwon do and gymnastics and was very popular and in college she did well enough in between partying and missing classes. She left with a degree in marketing and then really started to struggle for the first time in her life in terms of identity and fulfillment. She still continued to party and worked a half ass job, but her parents had so much money that it wasn’t really important.
Eventually, she decided to try something that would actually mean something and on a whim, she tried out for a position in the federal government. When she was accepted (being a female with Asian heritage may have helped), she was slightly surprised and after much debate, decided to go with it.
The training was at a federal level and the training was intense and focused on firearms, self defense, the apprehension of suspects and counter terrorism. Her first assignment was at the CDC center in Fort Leonard Wood, and that would be her last official duty station.
She had met a man upon entering training and the two dated, later becoming engaged. However, since they were not legally married, they were sent to different duty stations with him ending up in North Carolina. She has not heard from him since leaving for the CDC center.
Late October. Missouri. (Approximately a week before the RP starts)
Jon trudged on through the snow, the taste of blood and smoke still in his mouth. He looked back as the group followed him, noting that the group members were in various states of disarray. In the course of 2 hours, they had been overrun at the CDC compound, forced to flee, watched the majority of the group be overwhelmed and die. They boarded a helicopter that ended up crashing due to having almost no fuel, and again a handful of people did not make it. Those that did were some degree of injured and many were in shock.
Occasionally, Jon looked back and asked people if they were ok, or mentioned that they were doing well, but for the most part, the group seemed to have little interest in talking, and rightfully so. At least they had been given time to get as properly geared as they could based on the supplies that were available to them, that was one of the few pluses.
Pluses were hard to come by it seemed.
It was cold, and while it was not snowing, there was just over an inch of snow on the ground. It wasn’t bitterly freezing though, that was good. As soon as they got far enough away, Jon would make camp and try to get a fire going, but his first objective was to get as much distance between him and the crash as was humanly possible. He could still easily spot the smoke, and their footprints could be seen by a blind man in the snow. Personally, he wished for some of the whiteness to come down and cover their tracks, but that was not to be.
He looked back and saw that most of the survivors were either staring ahead with glazed expressions, not really mentally in the moment, or starting at the ground, simply walking mindlessly. He looked back just in time to see one of the security guards stumble and fall in the snow. Mentally, Jon grimaced and shook his head even while moving to help the woman up to her feet.
As he helped her up and she opened her mouth to say something, Jon’s head SNAPPED to the side as he heard a loud crunch of snow and a slight crack of a small branch.
He looked ahead and saw a group of three men about 30 yards away, having just walked out of the forested area directly in front of them. Immediately he assessed the situation and knew it wasn’t good. Most of the people just saw three men standing in front of them, and some would notice that one had a shotgun in hand, the other had an assault rifle at the ready, and the third had his hand on his belt, near his hip. They stood casually and looked at the ragged group of survivors.
Jon though, he was more. He saw the eyes on them not looking at them in a good way, not looking to help anyone or see if Jon’s group was aggressive. The group seemed to already know they were vulnerable and looked at the survivors as a pack of wolves observes a group of deer. The group moved slowly, but surely and in silence. This group knew what they were doing.
As the new trio came towards Jon and the group, they also began to spread out slightly while the one in the middle spoke up. “Hey all. You, you all ok?” He looked from Jon to the man with the shotgun and nodded slightly.
“We’re not in good shape,” Jon said quickly. He made sure to keep his voice low and slightly scared. He quickly stepped away from the woman as she got her feet under her. Immediately Jon saw it. The moment the man heard the vulnerability in Jon’s voice, and the words of them being vulnerable, the man’s chin came up and a barely visible smirk crept its way to his lips. He also sniffed loudly, two times, in a deliberate manner.
That was all that Jon needed.
Jon cocked his head and looked over the leader’s shoulder, squinting his eye to look back into the forest. Jon saw the man in the center and the man with his hand on his hip turn around to look at what got Jon’s attention while the third man didn’t seem to notice.
The biggest threat was the man with his shotgun at the ready, because he was not looking behind. Jon whipped out his pistol and before the woman he’d helped up realized what was happening, even as she was watching Jon, and put two rounds in the shotgun wielder. One round caught him in the groin, the other in the neck and as Jon turned his head, he could see the blood spraying from the man’s neck.
The next threat was the man with the assault rifle as he had his hand already on his firearm. Jon fired off three rounds by the time most people turned their heads at the initial couple of shots. One hit the man at the bottom of his rib cage, the second in the sternum, while the third, blew out the man’s face as the round ripped through his lower jaw.
The last man looked towards his two partners while reaching for his gun. Jon had noticed immediately, prior to moving into action, that he had on thick fingered winter gloves. That, coupled with the fact that he didn’t even have his hand on the weapon is why Jon left this one for left. He opened his mouth to say something to Jon as Jon fired 2 rounds again, one finding it’s home in the man’s heart and the other just below the neck.
The entire event played itself out in just a matter of 2.5 seconds. Jon looked back behind him for a moment, making sure everyone was alright even though he knew they were as the other group hadn’t gotten off a shot. While some of the views were silent shock, some looked at him with a sense of confusion until Harris broke the silence.
“You ju--...you...just killed them. You...”
Jon just turned away and went to look at the bodies. They’d have to move soon, as if the group had others, they’d be attracted to the gunshots...
Jon trudged on through the snow, the taste of blood and smoke still in his mouth. He looked back as the group followed him, noting that the group members were in various states of disarray. In the course of 2 hours, they had been overrun at the CDC compound, forced to flee, watched the majority of the group be overwhelmed and die. They boarded a helicopter that ended up crashing due to having almost no fuel, and again a handful of people did not make it. Those that did were some degree of injured and many were in shock.
Occasionally, Jon looked back and asked people if they were ok, or mentioned that they were doing well, but for the most part, the group seemed to have little interest in talking, and rightfully so. At least they had been given time to get as properly geared as they could based on the supplies that were available to them, that was one of the few pluses.
Pluses were hard to come by it seemed.
It was cold, and while it was not snowing, there was just over an inch of snow on the ground. It wasn’t bitterly freezing though, that was good. As soon as they got far enough away, Jon would make camp and try to get a fire going, but his first objective was to get as much distance between him and the crash as was humanly possible. He could still easily spot the smoke, and their footprints could be seen by a blind man in the snow. Personally, he wished for some of the whiteness to come down and cover their tracks, but that was not to be.
He looked back and saw that most of the survivors were either staring ahead with glazed expressions, not really mentally in the moment, or starting at the ground, simply walking mindlessly. He looked back just in time to see one of the security guards stumble and fall in the snow. Mentally, Jon grimaced and shook his head even while moving to help the woman up to her feet.
As he helped her up and she opened her mouth to say something, Jon’s head SNAPPED to the side as he heard a loud crunch of snow and a slight crack of a small branch.
He looked ahead and saw a group of three men about 30 yards away, having just walked out of the forested area directly in front of them. Immediately he assessed the situation and knew it wasn’t good. Most of the people just saw three men standing in front of them, and some would notice that one had a shotgun in hand, the other had an assault rifle at the ready, and the third had his hand on his belt, near his hip. They stood casually and looked at the ragged group of survivors.
Jon though, he was more. He saw the eyes on them not looking at them in a good way, not looking to help anyone or see if Jon’s group was aggressive. The group seemed to already know they were vulnerable and looked at the survivors as a pack of wolves observes a group of deer. The group moved slowly, but surely and in silence. This group knew what they were doing.
As the new trio came towards Jon and the group, they also began to spread out slightly while the one in the middle spoke up. “Hey all. You, you all ok?” He looked from Jon to the man with the shotgun and nodded slightly.
“We’re not in good shape,” Jon said quickly. He made sure to keep his voice low and slightly scared. He quickly stepped away from the woman as she got her feet under her. Immediately Jon saw it. The moment the man heard the vulnerability in Jon’s voice, and the words of them being vulnerable, the man’s chin came up and a barely visible smirk crept its way to his lips. He also sniffed loudly, two times, in a deliberate manner.
That was all that Jon needed.
Jon cocked his head and looked over the leader’s shoulder, squinting his eye to look back into the forest. Jon saw the man in the center and the man with his hand on his hip turn around to look at what got Jon’s attention while the third man didn’t seem to notice.
The biggest threat was the man with his shotgun at the ready, because he was not looking behind. Jon whipped out his pistol and before the woman he’d helped up realized what was happening, even as she was watching Jon, and put two rounds in the shotgun wielder. One round caught him in the groin, the other in the neck and as Jon turned his head, he could see the blood spraying from the man’s neck.
The next threat was the man with the assault rifle as he had his hand already on his firearm. Jon fired off three rounds by the time most people turned their heads at the initial couple of shots. One hit the man at the bottom of his rib cage, the second in the sternum, while the third, blew out the man’s face as the round ripped through his lower jaw.
The last man looked towards his two partners while reaching for his gun. Jon had noticed immediately, prior to moving into action, that he had on thick fingered winter gloves. That, coupled with the fact that he didn’t even have his hand on the weapon is why Jon left this one for left. He opened his mouth to say something to Jon as Jon fired 2 rounds again, one finding it’s home in the man’s heart and the other just below the neck.
The entire event played itself out in just a matter of 2.5 seconds. Jon looked back behind him for a moment, making sure everyone was alright even though he knew they were as the other group hadn’t gotten off a shot. While some of the views were silent shock, some looked at him with a sense of confusion until Harris broke the silence.
“You ju--...you...just killed them. You...”
Jon just turned away and went to look at the bodies. They’d have to move soon, as if the group had others, they’d be attracted to the gunshots...
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Just joking. Check out the OOC and stuff, let me or Vilhelm (CO-gm) if you need anything. Feel free to talk in the OOC also.
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Take your drunk ass home and sleep it off you bum!
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Do not be shy people.
Feed the beast.
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Feed the beast.
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PMed you.
Lets keep most of those specifics in PM, because that way the OOC isn't 6 pages in when new people show up. Know what I mean?
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Lets keep most of those specifics in PM, because that way the OOC isn't 6 pages in when new people show up. Know what I mean?
Az
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In short, this RP is active, but I'm looking for one, or several people to partake.
PM me with questions if you have them!
Az
In short, this RP is active, but I'm looking for one, or several people to partake.
PM me with questions if you have them!
Az
December 18th 2015.
The man sat at his desk inside the CIA South Regional Office in Oklahoma City, going over the diagnostics of a test server that they'd be shipping off to Europe. It was a typical boring day, starting with going through emails, prioritizing them and then scheduling the day and rest of the week, knowing the emails tomorrow would change the majority of the schedule anyway. Thus was the life of Jon Erikson, a Computer Maintenance Tech for the CIA. Although the title sounded mundane, there was a lot to what Jon did and on top of that, he was amazing at his job. He would build, install, set up, and then integrate servers all over the world, servers that needed to be isolated from the public, safe from the highest levels of intrusion and be networked to the upper levels of the US governments, along with that of other nations on occasion.
A lot of money was spent on Jon because he was aggressive with his job, opting to go well beyond the normal CIA book of "how to train a tech" and get involved in things like cyber security, hacking and staying up to date on what was going on in the cyber world at all times. Initially, the higher ups didn't want take the time, or spend the money, training him. That was until Jon went home and in 8 hours, hacked into a CIA database and collected all of the personal data on the director of operations himself. He sent his boss an email asking, "how much would terrorists be willing to pay for this on e-bay?"
As soon as the investigation was over and Jon was released from a maximum security facility, and his house was tore apart and searched...and his entire life combed through by agents... he was given a lot more flexibility in his schedule.
Some days were simply answering emails and trouble shooting remotely, and on those days he DID feel like a glorified comp tech, but they were also a bit of a relief from the every day stresses. And to be honest, Jon didn't like dealing with people. He preferred to do things along and would rather work remotely so he just didn't have to deal with people and their daily crap.
He looked outside and threw on a spring jacket, getting ready to head to lunch when the PING sound of an incoming email could be heard. The title was "SERVER - OCONUS" and Jon immediately groaned. He opened and read the email and his response was a somewhat loud, and annoyed "mother fucker." A few other people in the office looked at him for a moment, but one of the guys in the office who Jon actually talked to, Frank Davis, came up over to him and clapped him on the back, asking "what's the good news?"
Jon threw his hand towards the screen, indicating to the email. "They're sending me to Turkey. Tomorrow. Un-fucking-believable."
Frank simply laughed at that and again gave him another clap on the back. "Oh man. Happy Christmas man. I guess that's why you get paid the big bucks, huh Mr I-Build-All-The-Top-Secret-Computer?"
He stared at the screen, shaking his head for a moment longer then sighed before turning to look at Frank. "Well. Looks like you're going to take me out and buy me lunch, since I'm going to be leaving early to pack my shit."
"Man we're CIA, didn't they teach you to keep your go back packed at all times?"
"Yeah, remember I had to go to Mexico a last week? My shit isn't even clean yet. And you're such a tool, those go bags are for when shit hits the fan. That's my stealth, ninja shit. Not my Fixing-Server attire."
"Yeah, because when shit hits the fan, they're going to call the CIA South and say 'quick, we need some of your deadliest techs to come and save the day!' Happens all the time Jon. We're all actually a bunch of super spies, ready to go take down super villains at a moment's notice."
Jon shoved Frank, timing it perfectly so that he was pushed into and almost knocked over the big water jug on its dispenser. "Don't kill my dreams, asshole. I'm going to be the first person in this office with a confirmed kill."
"Yeah, confirmed to kill a bunch of time," Frank shot back as the two entered the elevator, heading towards lunch.
The man sat at his desk inside the CIA South Regional Office in Oklahoma City, going over the diagnostics of a test server that they'd be shipping off to Europe. It was a typical boring day, starting with going through emails, prioritizing them and then scheduling the day and rest of the week, knowing the emails tomorrow would change the majority of the schedule anyway. Thus was the life of Jon Erikson, a Computer Maintenance Tech for the CIA. Although the title sounded mundane, there was a lot to what Jon did and on top of that, he was amazing at his job. He would build, install, set up, and then integrate servers all over the world, servers that needed to be isolated from the public, safe from the highest levels of intrusion and be networked to the upper levels of the US governments, along with that of other nations on occasion.
A lot of money was spent on Jon because he was aggressive with his job, opting to go well beyond the normal CIA book of "how to train a tech" and get involved in things like cyber security, hacking and staying up to date on what was going on in the cyber world at all times. Initially, the higher ups didn't want take the time, or spend the money, training him. That was until Jon went home and in 8 hours, hacked into a CIA database and collected all of the personal data on the director of operations himself. He sent his boss an email asking, "how much would terrorists be willing to pay for this on e-bay?"
As soon as the investigation was over and Jon was released from a maximum security facility, and his house was tore apart and searched...and his entire life combed through by agents... he was given a lot more flexibility in his schedule.
Some days were simply answering emails and trouble shooting remotely, and on those days he DID feel like a glorified comp tech, but they were also a bit of a relief from the every day stresses. And to be honest, Jon didn't like dealing with people. He preferred to do things along and would rather work remotely so he just didn't have to deal with people and their daily crap.
He looked outside and threw on a spring jacket, getting ready to head to lunch when the PING sound of an incoming email could be heard. The title was "SERVER - OCONUS" and Jon immediately groaned. He opened and read the email and his response was a somewhat loud, and annoyed "mother fucker." A few other people in the office looked at him for a moment, but one of the guys in the office who Jon actually talked to, Frank Davis, came up over to him and clapped him on the back, asking "what's the good news?"
Jon threw his hand towards the screen, indicating to the email. "They're sending me to Turkey. Tomorrow. Un-fucking-believable."
Frank simply laughed at that and again gave him another clap on the back. "Oh man. Happy Christmas man. I guess that's why you get paid the big bucks, huh Mr I-Build-All-The-Top-Secret-Computer?"
He stared at the screen, shaking his head for a moment longer then sighed before turning to look at Frank. "Well. Looks like you're going to take me out and buy me lunch, since I'm going to be leaving early to pack my shit."
"Man we're CIA, didn't they teach you to keep your go back packed at all times?"
"Yeah, remember I had to go to Mexico a last week? My shit isn't even clean yet. And you're such a tool, those go bags are for when shit hits the fan. That's my stealth, ninja shit. Not my Fixing-Server attire."
"Yeah, because when shit hits the fan, they're going to call the CIA South and say 'quick, we need some of your deadliest techs to come and save the day!' Happens all the time Jon. We're all actually a bunch of super spies, ready to go take down super villains at a moment's notice."
Jon shoved Frank, timing it perfectly so that he was pushed into and almost knocked over the big water jug on its dispenser. "Don't kill my dreams, asshole. I'm going to be the first person in this office with a confirmed kill."
"Yeah, confirmed to kill a bunch of time," Frank shot back as the two entered the elevator, heading towards lunch.
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