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Raven Squad: Redux

A Taste of the past

Name: Jamie Cole Kanatariio

Age: 24

Appearance:

Massive.

A good way to describe this man. Like his mother and his father, both legends of height, power and strength. Jamie himself inherited that. Topping out at near just short of 8 feet tall. Broad shouldered, powerfully muscled from head to toe. It's all meant for power and strength rather then body building, though if he wanted too he could put some of those sculpted fellas to shame. A head og long dark tresses shower down his back, reminiscent of his dear father, but he keeps his up in a top knot, or tucked up into the back of his helmet depending on the situation. Piercing grey eyes with flecks of bronze lookout around him, and naturally leather toned skin. Callused hands used to work, with the cuts and slashes and gashes on them that denote someone who works with tools and blades regularly.

Nationality: American/Russian/Norwegian joint citizenship

Callsign: Scion

Skills:

Natural Strength - Brought up by two people who prized their ability of natural strength, Jamie is no different, his lifting ability is incredible, he can toss 300+ pounds over his head with relative ease, carrying heavy loads by hand easily.

It All Rubbed off - Determination, Strength, Loyalty and Perseverance have been drummed into him by his parents and Uncles from Blue Sword. He will never give up no matter the situation.

Heavy Weapon Handling - And we're not talking SAWs or grenade launchers, though those have their place. We're talking things like the M134 and the GAU-19 which he can handle with relative ease really.

Trained Hard - A style of Karate, Brazilian jiu jitsu, though he doesn't favor it, his mother taught him swords, his father taught him the gunstock club. If need be he wouldn't need a gun to put down an enemy.

History:

You ever hear the saying, "It's interesting growing up under the wing of a dragon"? Well Jamie did that and more. He grew up under the wings of two Dragons. Two of the names that brought the idea of special outfits like Raven, and Scimitar into being. Not only that he was trained by two of the original Heavy Juggernauts themselves when they joined the Dragon's side. A pair of dragons and a pair of Drakes. Standing side by side.

The outfit before this, Blue Sword, run out of Perth, Australia. One of the premier Private Mercenary Companies in the world, the CO before the Dragons came in is lost ot history overshadowed now by the Dragons. Who are they? Victor Kanatariio and Natalie Kanatariio nee Denisova. And the Drakes? Carl Cardinal and Ross Henderson, the two original Juggernauts that the American army fielded some almost 30 years ago now.

It was into this that Jamie was born, under the wings of Dragons and Drakes. Trained with his sisters, and in the art of combat by some of the best, and alognsome of the best.

But as time went on, Blue Sword atleast for Jamie kind of grew old. So he went to his commanding officers his parents, and uncles and presented an idea. he wanted to see how other outfits worked. Compare them to Blue Sword, learn new skills. The quartet working so close knew tons about all manner of outfits forming. And they did some politicking. Got in contact with people they knew. And had Jamie made known to the newly formed Raven. And soon he was on a plane to the new base to meet the new crew. A crew that didn't know much about his past and wouldn't treat him like the son of legends.

Personality: Jamie happens to be quite well socialized. A jolly, kind and happy young man. Has quite a dirty mouth on him which just stems from the fact he grew up around mercenaries. A story is, one of his first words was, "FUBAR!" followed a few days later by "Fuck!" Which caused his father to laugh for 7 minutes straight. His mother was torn between tanning the hide of the merc that taught him that, smacking his dad, or laughing along. On the field he's business first, but has been known to crack a pun or add a witty limerick here and there.

Tactical Suit:

Son of Brutal

A derivative suit created under the picky eyes of his parents. The Son of Brutal is a powered armor that gives near full protection except for some weaker joints and the power pack on the back of the suit. A combination of ceramic plates, armored alloys and spacing allows the armor to survive up to 40mm rounds. Though some Anti Material rounds give it a hard time. Nor can it stand up to sustained punishment. But luckily it's power supply can be shunted into allowing Jamie to run at high speeds then normal to get out of sustained fire.

Weapons:

Main Armament - A Linked pair of FN Browning M.1939 heavy machine guns, belt fed and air cooled as normal. Both barrels of the guns fire when the trigger is pulled. They are quite light when held with the armor.

Secondary Armament - A VEPR-12 automatic shotgun for when he has to fend off enemies as a closer range.

Support gear - A shoulder mounted rocket pod holding 12 mini-rockets, first used by his father. And have since been upgraded. Mini smart munitions that will use a HUD based lock on system that then track their targets in a FnF fashion.

Equipment:

Reload canisters for the rocket pods. He'll tend to carry 3 of them, stowed right beside the pod on his right shoulder so an auto loader will slot new rockets in after the pod has been emptied.

Smoke, flash and other types of disturbance grenades and ordnance, that will allow him to move to his objective without too much interference. And allow him to support the lighter operatives to move as well.

Ammo for his Shotguns and a second hopper of ammo for the twin linked HMGs.

Hobbies:

Woodworking - Jamie is what was once known as a Turner, or a wood worker. He's good with his hands, and has made his parents work desks and his uncles desks as well by hand. He's often commissioned by military personnel to put desks or other items together for them.

Strength Events - Blame his dad who was the WSM champion several years running. Jamie doesn't go that hard, but he's won a few Strong Man Championships in the past.

Ritual and Rite - He got into the First Nations dance circuit and takes part in the Sun dance, Horse dance and ghost dance regularly.

Likes:

The feel of a new piece of wood waiting to be carved.

Listening to the stories of a veteran.

The love of family.

Dislikes:

A person in authority misusing it.

Disrespect of people who work hard for their livelihoods

@FourtyTwo

Let me know boss man.

Raven Squad: Redux

Writing up a Male heavy over here. Give me a short bit

Raven Squad : (An Eccentric Military / Spy-Fi RP)

Well if you're willing I'll thrown my hat back in.

you know I'm always here to back your play brother.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@13org@Kumbaris@AWACS@Eviledd1984

Our Shaman who art not in Heaven

The fight had finally ebbed off. And people were beginning to pick up the pieces. Slowly of course.

The other OMR agents were tending to the bodies.

And here Micheal sat in the lee of a concrete divider, gathered around him looking annoyed are his three godly friends. Manabozho looking around to make sure nothing else is coming. Whiskeyjack sitting there bemoaning the fact one of those bullets had torn right through his jacket. And Raven is carefully applying some ointment to the rune burn on Micheal's arm. The flat thin tin of ointment is being applyed sparsely though as there isn't much there. Probably only meant for small burns but this one trails up and down Micheal's left forearm like a maze of blue flaming cracks. But the medicine seems to be helping.

He calls over to Scarlet, "Hey Red, how you doing? Boss Bot? Faye?" He sighs, and jumps when a medic kneels beside him and starts to look over his arm. Saying something about, "Stupid Rune users over doing it." A spray ointment being applied. Micheal just grinning, Raven blowing out a breath of relief.

Micheal winces as the burns is being tended too. He shakes his head slowly, "This motley bunch, I swear, wouldn't want to work with anyone else though."

He's an outside observer as the Doctor walks up to Madeline, Scarlet and Faye. The burly First Nations man glad they are getting tended too. He winces and shuffles as the medic looking him over pokes at the burn and sprays somemore healing ointment, "This is going to take abit to heal, no more rune usage for atleast the next day. Unless you want it to get worse." Mikey nods, "Sure sure. you're the boss." The medic glares at him and his gods begins to babble telling him they'll force him to comply. Mike just turns his head to look over at the other three members of the squad near by, "I'll keep it in mind, as long as we're all okay."

The Conflict

As they were released one by one Hayden looked around in honest to fucking god confusion. And then he could hear the fighting. Looking up at first as if expecting it to be in the room he wheels then spots the TV. Different clips of fight everywhere in the city. The SAMC and COGS compounds under siege. Check points in the city under fire. Foreign mercs not seeming to care too much as long as they are allowed to shoot and they get paid. It's not something someone who's gone through Special Operations training likes to see. They are goons. And it's disgusting. HE leans in to gather his heavy gun.

He nods slowly as the discussion goes about whether or not they should stay. He narrows his eyes, "I'm going to say this now, I can't leave this. Not just because trying to get out would be like trying to escape the Minotaur's Maze. But another reason, I don't get this Beast thing. These guys...see something in me. And I, I wanna figure this out okay." He growls, and is about to snap one of the 30 mags into his Bren, when one of Edgar's people lets out a hiss. Hayden hums and looks at the fighter and slowly very slowly slides the mag back onto his harness instead, "Fine...just wanted to be ready." He looks back at the others, "I, listen I know I'm not all here okay? Some shit happened back in my Spec Ops days that really worked me over I'll tell you, but now is not the time alright? Maybe that's what they mean beast. I don't know. But right now we got something to take care of here right. I like this idea of atleast taking out Melani. She doesn't feel like. And honestly the way she actted back there, I don't wanna come out like her somehow."

As the team stands up atleast seeming like they are in agreement Hayden hefts his Bren up onto a shoulder easily. His powerful form handling it fairly well. He hides his confusion when one of Edgar's people bites her lower lip as she looks him over even. It's interesting actually as the four stand there, well there are actually members of the people that are standing with Edgar right now looking at them less as prisoners and more like objects of desire. Maybe at the moment they are all exotic elements. And they do kinda exude a ferocity.

As Bethan outlines the deal, Edgar stands and watches, his hand resting on a large silvered pistol, something that must have cost a fair amount of gems and diamonds. He narrows his eyes, "I cannot pay you much. All of my assets are tied up in the community. But I can offer you relatively safe passage out of the city after the job is done. Kill Melani like you say, and cool the fued between our neighbourhoods, and I will do what I can. The rest and transport I think I can do, the radios easy enough. But Information? That depends on the information. Just as gemstones are the only thing worthwhile now, along with gold and silver, information is more valuable. And depending on what it is, well it's value rises or falls like the tides." He nods slowly looking around at his people there in the room with them, likely his administrative group really. They all nod. And one of them a squat dark skinned woman steps forward, "What are you looking for? When you go, I'll see if I can find the information you need."

Hayden nods slowly, and whispers to Sean standing beside him, "That worked, I honestly didn't think it would."

The Conflict

I apologize for how long that took. I will understand if people have moved on.

I had a really bad cold for several weeks there. And had nothing on my mind but trying to get well again.

The Conflict

Hayden perks his head to the side. He casts about without sight and without voice. They're int he presense of Edgar Malkia. But Victor said they'd be in major danger. But then Melani was anything but what Victor had said as well. So this is all like completely out field and even as he sits there blinded and mute. He listens carefully though as his partners and teammates chat with well the guy they were told is a blood thirsty bastard.

After a time Hayden can hear a clatter. The three unmasked watch as one of Malkia's people bring in their weapons. Malkia getting up to look over the guns, "A street cannon, and several rifles. Not the best, but decidedly well chosen. It's almost as if you expected trouble. But from whom? Me? My people? My people who simply fight for their liberty and independence from a harmful problem?" He snarls and starts to pace, "Melani, a thorn in my side. Killing my people and my neighbours. All because we have it a little better then her neighbourhood. She it a jackal. A scavenger of the poor and pained. She cares more for her."

And there's an explosion without. Edgar unsheathing a combat knife, and a large pistol in the other. His people around him drawing weapons as well.

A member of Edgar's gang comes running from outside, "Sir! There's been an attack!" Edgar growls, "That bitch Melani?" The gang member shakes his head, "No sir! It's the SAMC and COGS mercs sir! They are attacking each other!" Edgar sighs and puts his pistol away, "That's nothing new." The ganger shakes his head, "Sir you don't understand, it's happening all over the city!" Edgar blinks then looks to another person in the room with them who walks over and switches on an television, one of those old CRTs, almost ancient honestly. But serviciable. As soon as the picture comes up it's clear this is all pirated and spliced, someone cut into an official TV line somewhere and are feeding it to this CRT. The picture isn't great at all. And as the person flips through maybe 5 channels at the most they come to a local news station. The words are in french. But the pictures are clear.

The anchor on the screen is surrounded by banners that even in french is clear saying, "Emergency" and the pictures in the background are of fights breaking out all over Tangayi. COGS and SAMC going at it now without any kind of trying to hide it. Foriegn mercenaries fighting in the open. During one stretch of video, the tone goes from slightly tame with just rifle fire, too suddenly quite severe when a Isreali mercs steps out of hiding a RPG-7 at his shoulder and fires, hammering the opposing soldiers with a bright ball of fire. Another video shows a reporter hunched down behind a hollowed out car. Until there's a crash and burst of smoke. And the image comes back with the reporter laying there holding his chest, and blood on the screen.

Edgar shakes his head, "What the living hell is going on!?" He looks to the four, "Unhood the beast!" He finally says. And Hayden lets out a grunt through his muzzle looking blurrily at everyone then at Sean and Katerina, his words are slurred, "Hah fug?" Edgar sighs, "You have a choice, run back to Melani...or stay here, or...run away. Get out of the center of the city and maybe find refuge in the countryside." He points at Hayden, "Get that muzzle out of his mouth, and place their weapons by the door. They have a choice to make."

Hayden licks his lips and rubs his wrists as they are all unbound. He looks at the others, "Did...did a war just start?"

The Conflict

I do apologize, been feeling unwell and unmotivated to write. I have post int he works and as soon as I have the energy again I'll get a post up.

Please have patience.

And again sorry for the wait.

Born in Battle: The Saga of The Wild Hunt MC, the Werewolf biker gang.

Just going to sub to the thread. Interesting idea.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@13org@Eviledd1984@Kumbaris@AWACS

The Shaman just won't stop!

Micheal grits his teeth then outta no where grabs Faye in a hug, "You're awake! Thank Manitou! We were getting worried!" He squeezes her briefly then lets her go.

He perked up and groaned, "OMR admin can charge me later." He grabbed up his tomahawk and carved a rune into the seat.

Simply put, "Fire" he smashed it with the handle of his tomahawk and then well it looks like he throws the hand axe out the back window, though the real thing remains in his hand, while a flaming handaxe whirls through the air, barely missing the vehicles following them. "How do you like that!"

And then the demons came, "Who's this guy? And where is he spawning demons from? Who calls up demons! We're going to have to burn out those portals later so they can't all pour through! Ahhh this job is nuts." He summoned up another flaming axe and threw it.

But it's clear by how slow he's summoning them up that Micheal is near tapped out, "Keep going darn it! Red? how are you doing? Faye? Boss Girl Bot? This has been a helluva a couple of days!" He called forth fire again then fell backward grabbing his arm, and gasping in pain, his whole forearm smoking, "Ahhh rune backlash! I think I'm out for now!" He lay on his back and held his arm painfully, the gods trying to sooth the mean looking magical burn slowly forming on Micheal's forearm.

Manabozho carefully pulling the tomahawk out of his grasp and setting it aside, the metal head of the tool smoking from overuse.

Mikey called up, "Red! Faye! Be careful girls!"

Still laying in the back seat of the car he chuckles, "This is what I get for going so hard of late. So many rituals and castings. No surprise this happens huh?" He laughs softly at his own misfortune.