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seems cool, is there already a main thread?
im up for this
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Character Sheet
Name: Lennart Bennewitz
Nickname: Lenny "Nuke Duck"
Gender: Male
Age:23
Appearance: 
Type of Character:Marine
Rank:PFC
Armor/Clothing: 
A slightly altered version of the standard UNSC Marine Battle Dress, while it still provides excellent protection from traditional ballistic weaponry (barring high powered sniper rifles) Lenny has incorporated a thicker sheet of flak armor across the torso and arms to suit his preferred weapons of choice, explosives. The armor, however still retains the weaknesses of its vanilla counterpart towards plasma weaponry, and while the thickened flak plates provide a modicum of protection, it was designed to catch shrapnel, not super-heated particles. That said, the extra weight of the flak plates are a hindrance.
Weapons:
- M319 Individual Grenade Launcher (2 HE rounds left) "Gromp", Lenny's pride and joy, requisitioned just prior to the Fall of Reach.
- M7 Caseless Submachine Gun (2 Full 30 Round Mags Left)
- x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades
Equipment:
- x2 C-12 "Damage Packs"
- x2 C-7 Foam Explosives
- x1 Electronic Explosives Trigger
- S.I. Marine Survival Pack ( 2 days Rations, Fatigues, Radio)
- S90 Gas Mask
- EB Green "Duct Tape"
- x1 Lotus Anti-Tank Mines
- x2 Antlion Anti-Personal Mines
Personality: Lenny can best be described in one word. Paranoid. Having survived ambushes (giving or receiving) from both human and alien, Lenny follows the age old rule of: "Better Safe than Sorry." Has a habit of outlining camp perimeters with high grade explosives and traps even in the most peaceful of times, and exponentially increasing severity in the worst of times. Regards strangers with disdain and distrust, always creating escape routes and contingency plans in all scenarios. While not actively hostile to those who don't directly endanger him or his squad, he keeps a finger on the trigger and a grenade ready to use at the drop of the hat. That said, he's fiercely loyal to the (few) comrades he makes, and believes vengeance is best served with 20 pounds of fiery death.
History: Born in a mining complex on Muroto, an Earth-sized moon in the Chi Ceti system of the Outer Colonies. Not wanting to be a crystal miner his entire life, with bright and naive eyes he joined the UNSC Marine Corp. He first saw combat against the Insurrectionists as a standard run-of-the-mill grunt when his platoon ran into an Insurrection ambush. You'd imagine a man to fear the sight and sound of explosions after his squad-mates were decimated by a well placed C-12 charge, but Lenny took it as a deadly, yet valuable lesson. Setting off charges and grenades he impeded the Insurrectionist assault long enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to save him and two others. Lenny took these lessons to heart, the world now hostile, cold, and advancing, only slowed by a well placed mine. Promoted to a PFC and reassigned to another company he became the resident demolitions expert; with the coming of the Covenant menace, he and his comrades fought tooth-and-bomb on the Halo Installations culminating into the final Human-Shenghelli victory. After the war, he was posted in a remote outpost outside of New Alexandria. When the Flood began their horrific infestation of the galaxy, his new squad was tasked with civil defense, which soon after collapsed in the chaos. He and his squad holed up in the cities' metro system, but over time casualties in the squad amounted to Lenny being the sole survivor, trapped in a underground maintenance room, not expecting help to come.
Other: “When I die, please bury me deep! Place an MA5 down by my feet! Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear! Just pack my box with PT gear! 'Cuz one early morning 'bout zero five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone! It's just my ghost on a PT run!”
— UNSC Cadence
Type of Character:Marine
Rank:PFC
Armor/Clothing: A slightly altered version of the standard UNSC Marine Battle Dress, while it still provides excellent protection from traditional ballistic weaponry (barring high powered sniper rifles) Lenny has incorporated a thicker sheet of flak armor across the torso and arms to suit his preferred weapons of choice, explosives. The armor, however still retains the weaknesses of its vanilla counterpart towards plasma weaponry, and while the thickened flak plates provide a modicum of protection, it was designed to catch shrapnel, not super-heated particles. That said, the extra weight of the flak plates are a hindrance.
Weapons:
- M319 Individual Grenade Launcher (2 HE rounds left) "Gromp", Lenny's pride and joy, requisitioned just prior to the Fall of Reach.
- M7 Caseless Submachine Gun (2 Full 30 Round Mags Left)
- x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades
Equipment:
- x2 C-12 "Damage Packs"
- x2 C-7 Foam Explosives
- x1 Electronic Explosives Trigger
- S.I. Marine Survival Pack ( 2 days Rations, Fatigues, Radio)
- S90 Gas Mask
- EB Green "Duct Tape"
- x1 Lotus Anti-Tank Mines
- x2 Antlion Anti-Personal Mines
Personality: Lenny can best be described in one word. Paranoid. Having survived ambushes (giving or receiving) from both human and alien, Lenny follows the age old rule of: "Better Safe than Sorry." Has a habit of outlining camp perimeters with high grade explosives and traps even in the most peaceful of times, and exponentially increasing severity in the worst of times. Regards strangers with disdain and distrust, always creating escape routes and contingency plans in all scenarios. While not actively hostile to those who don't directly endanger him or his squad, he keeps a finger on the trigger and a grenade ready to use at the drop of the hat. That said, he's fiercely loyal to the (few) comrades he makes, and believes vengeance is best served with 20 pounds of fiery death.
History: Born in a mining complex on Muroto, an Earth-sized moon in the Chi Ceti system of the Outer Colonies. Not wanting to be a crystal miner his entire life, with bright and naive eyes he joined the UNSC Marine Corp. He first saw combat against the Insurrectionists as a standard run-of-the-mill grunt when his platoon ran into an Insurrection ambush. You'd imagine a man to fear the sight and sound of explosions after his squad-mates were decimated by a well placed C-12 charge, but Lenny took it as a deadly, yet valuable lesson. Setting off charges and grenades he impeded the Insurrectionist assault long enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to save him and two others. Lenny took these lessons to heart, the world now hostile, cold, and advancing, only slowed by a well placed mine. Promoted to a PFC and reassigned to another company he became the resident demolitions expert; with the coming of the Covenant menace, he and his comrades fought tooth-and-bomb on the Halo Installations culminating into the final Human-Shenghelli victory. After the war, he was posted in a remote outpost outside of New Alexandria. When the Flood began their horrific infestation of the galaxy, his new squad was tasked with civil defense, which soon after collapsed in the chaos. He and his squad holed up in the cities' metro system, but over time casualties in the squad amounted to Lenny being the sole survivor, trapped in a underground maintenance room, not expecting help to come.
Other: “When I die, please bury me deep! Place an MA5 down by my feet! Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear! Just pack my box with PT gear! 'Cuz one early morning 'bout zero five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone! It's just my ghost on a PT run!”
— UNSC Cadence> @BarkMeat2
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> I replied to your radio call, see IC.
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> @Everyone:
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> Can we move our characters into the character tab to make them easier to find please?
Yeh I got it, school is a reception black hole so I can't update as quickly.
The grenades now hang beautifully above the door, done expertly and quickly. He didn't want toot his own horn but this was a finely crafted explosive ordinance trap, one such that should be admir-
> "Bennewitz, this is Private Mile, ODST. Transmission received, I am enroute to Miranda station" He paused, thought for a moment and continued. "ETA 20 minutes, Confirm?"
Lenny was surprised to say the least to get a response so soon, while sad he had to take down the trap in the near future, he was relieved someone friendly received the call.
"Confirmed ODST. 3 or 4 hostiles in area. Suggest course of action, multiple HE devices on person, will render assistance if needed."
ODST usually operated in squads, hopefully the friendly will be bringing backup. It'd be nice to have a deadeye firing squad at your back, makes setting fuses so much easier.
The artificial, sterile LED lamp was all that illuminated the frigid, dark room. It's been a solid 3 hours since hes been in here. The shuffles outside lend to about 2 or so combat forms and a recently diseased former squad mate, who he and Ol' Bill(who just 15 mins ago succumbed to similar wounds) had to leave behind at the request of the dearly departing. Lenny only wished he was a better shot, and ended the poor fellows suffering before the door magnetically shut closed. Taking inventory he found a few damage packs that could be used to booby trap his and Bill's body if he finally wanted to call it quits...
Still, his old portable radio still worked, and supposing anyone (friendly) was still alive to respond to a distress call he'd be just ecstatic. Then again, others could track him, hunt him, hurt the "Nuke Duck;" maybe a nice bouquet of the grenade variety, hanging precariously over the door frame would be a better idea. He liked the latter, but either way he was dead, might as well go with the one that garners a little bit of hope. He dusted off the old G.I. radio and well do what he assumed you'd do:
"PFC Bennewitz of Echo Outpost, Emergency Civil Defence, ID 2517D13. This is a NA class broadcast on a multiple secure channels. Requesting backup to Miranda St. metro station maintenance room in the east bound tunnel. Squad is negative. Electromagnetic locks in place on door. Password is Echo Zulu."
With that he nonetheless prepared that bouquet on a (disarm-able) trip wire for those pesky neighbors causing a racket outside.
> > After the players are accepted, how are we to go about role playing? PM's, player-written scenes, or Directed DM-esque questions with player responses?
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> > Im rather new to the whole forum roleplaying thing so help would be appreciated.
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> In forum roleplay, we simply write what we are doing- from our viewpoint.
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> "Jake runs forward, slashing at the Flood with his sword made of carrots, desperately trying to hold them off."
> "Jimmy gasps as Jake runs into the fray, and he raises his potato gun to assist as best as possible, picking off any of them that managed to get behind him."
Thanks, ill keep this in mind
After the players are accepted, how are we to go about role playing? PM's, player-written scenes, or Directed DM-esque questions with player responses?
Im rather new to the whole forum roleplaying thing so help would be appreciated.
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