CaptainBritton

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

Austin

Austin Pierce

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[32][Copperhead][M]

[5’11”, 172 lbs]

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General Appearance:

• Tattoo of the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment Crest on upper back.
• A ‘THIS MACHINE KILLS MONSTERS’ patch affixed to his vest, in perfect mirror of Woodie Guthrie’s famous ’THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS’ drawing.
• A Copperhead patch on his shirt's left shoulder.
• A crude scrawling on helmet, labeled “WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE” with an exclamation point in a yellow triangle beside the writing.

Psych Evaluation:
Austin is a kind, down-to-earth person with a genuine personality and a constant sense of hospitality and empathy. His sense of humor is often crude, and he doesn’t beat around the bush with statements, being rather blunt, while still retaining his politeness. He is rather patriotic, especially when it comes to his home state of Tennessee, and transplants his own Appalachian culture with him wherever he goes, from the accent to his casual attire, plastered with the colors and crests of both the University of Tennessee at Knoxville and East Tennessee University at Johnson City.

History:
Austin was born in the Limestone community of Greene County, Tennessee in 1989. He attended Chuckey Primary School and then Chuckey-Doak High School before graduating with a 3.7 GPA. He enlisted in the US Army National Guard soon after, and shipped to Fort Benning, Georgia, attending basic training and advanced training there before being assigned to Troop L, 3rd Squadron, 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment the following year.

Troop L, resident in his own Greene County, allowed him to live and work in his hometown with minimal effort necessary for the required monthly duty report. On a month-long excursion to a troop duty post at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, he completed the famed Spur Ride and earned his silver spurs, and was deployed to Iraq with the rest of the regiment as part of the fourth phase of Operation Iraqi Freedom, more specifically to Camp Speicher near Tikrit with the rest of 3rd Squadron.

He returned with gold spurs and a combat action badge, both indicative of combat service, and was honorably discharged the following year. He sought a subsequent law enforcement career with the Tennessee Highway Patrol as a State Trooper, serving for three years in the East Tennessee District before being approached by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms (ATF) with an offering for the position as part of one of the DEA-ATF cooperative Special Response Teams (SRTs) deployed abroad across the US.

He served for four years with postings across the US, from the Southern California District headquartered in Los Angeles to the Northern Virginia District headquartered in Richmond before formal request for federal reassignment to a local posting. He was initially slotted as an SRT attache for the S-SWAT team in Anytown City, New Hampshire, before being affirmed as a permanent member.

Austin’s Gear

Assault-Breacher

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Loadout 1:

Primary: HK416N Carbine
Ammunition: 8x Magazines of 5.56x45mm (4x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP, 2x Incendiary Tracer)
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC w/ Laser & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: M26 Masterkey (10x 12-gauge Breaching Shells, 5x Silver-load 12-gauge Buckshot Shells)
Gadget Item: LoneStar Axes ‘The Pig’ Breaching Tool
Armor: Level IV ‘Raider’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

Loadout 2:

Primary: SIG MPX w/ Suppressor
Ammunition: 8x Magazines of 9x19mm (4x Silver-cored FMJ, 4x JHP)
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC w/ Suppressor, Laser, & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: Dyno Lock Pick Tool w/ Pick Set
Gadget Item: Bolt Cutters
Armor: Level III ‘Assaulter’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

Loadout 3:

Primary: Ithaca Model 37
Ammunition: 24x Silver-load 12-gauge Buckshot Shells, 8x 12-gauge Breaching Shells
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC Laser & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: LoneStar Axes ‘The Pig’ Breaching Tool
Gadget Item: 2x Composition C-4 Shaped Breaching Charges
Armor: Level VI ‘Brimstone’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

Not to be impatient or anything, but am I accepted?

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP

Austen

Name: Austen Corby

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Rank: Corporal

Former Regiment(s): Cadian 117th Regiment

Speciality/Role: Infantryman

Personal Demeanour: Austen is to the point and forward, honest to each superior and obedient to each order. But his behavior in the presence of superiors does not dictate all. He is approachable, down-to-earth, and enjoys humor even in the worst situations. As blindly as he follows orders, he attempts to be a genuine and kind person.

His combat experience did not jade or break him. Will-breaking was for basic training, and being jaded was for those who lost it all. He kept light spirits despite his extensive deployments, sub-par rations, and long nights under a rain of shells and fire. He starved in foxholes and camped in waterlogged trenches, but he kept his wits and faith in the Emperor through it all.

His faith as well was unbreakable, as his indoctrination as a son of Cadia brought him up as a faithful servant of the Emperor. It often had been what gave him his sanity on the battlefield, and he carries still a blessed pendant given to him during his service.

Description: Austen stands at 5’10”, weighing in at a fair 176 lbs. His build is muscular, but only enough to pass for field work, not anywhere near bodybuilder or Catachan levels. His hair is dark brown, his eyes a hazel, and he is spared of most scars, save for a burn scar which creeps up his lower left leg.

He wears the normal tan uniform, formed at the base level by tough woolen trousers, made resistant to tears, flames, and certain acidic compounds. Followed by it is a shirt of a comfortable synthetic weave, colored olive drab and worn below the thick tunic jacket of the same material as the trousers. Worn on the right shoulder of the tunic is his rank insignia, two stacked chevrons denoting him a Corporal, with a small tab below it listing his blood type. The opposing shoulder bears an olive drab patch with the large white stenciled numbers “117”, and below it identifying him of 2nd Platoon, Company K. He wears the steel-toed black synthleather boots as issued. (Subject to change based on reassignment.)

His armor is as standard as it comes, a set of olive drab flak armor as issued. At the base level is the chestplate, a curved ceramic piece cut off above the stomach and wrapping around the entire upper body while allowing freedom of movement. Pauldrons are attached at the shoulders, with the right bearing yet again his rank and blood type, and the left marked with the regiment and company flashers. The final portion is the helmet, casing the cranium with a thick layer of ceramic and plastics designed to deflect shrapnel and ambient heat, but not take a direct hit, yet it’s better than nothing, and is probably the difference between an open and closed casket funeral. (Subject to change based on reassignment.)

Service Record (History): Austen was born upon an Imperial Navy transport to a family of Cadian descent, a military environment, as a child to two members of the 117th Cadian, a father as a Sergeant, and a mother as a nurse. He was raised as the regiment went to and from campaigns during the Indomitus Crusade. As the second generation to be raised on the vessel, with his parents and their peers having been the first, he received all the fanfare as if Cadia had been transplanted directly to the ship.

He underwent basic education and military instruction until the age of 14, when he became a litter bearer, being two years short of being authorized to join the Youth Contingent, the 'Whiteshields'. It was in this role he had his first taste of combat, helping carry the wounded from the embattlements to the trenches with other children his age. This would end after two months of deployment, and would be his only combat experience before becoming a 'Whiteshield'.

He attained such a role upon his 16th birthday, issued his first lasrifle, the same he currently carries, and given his assignment. Merely a year after, a new deployment saw another venture into the trenches, only now he could shoot back. His unit, an attache to an organic infantry company, was decimated in the forward positions, and was where he received his only wound.

For valor and service to the Emperor, the surviving members of the Youth Contingent were instated as proper Guardsmen, and were given their regimental and company insignias, barely in time for the next battle where his company, made of the survivors of the Youth Contingent and the remnants of regular companies and platoons that were decimated, were thrown into the enemy positions, having taken them in a two-year campaign before departing once more.

It was for valor that Austen was promoted to Corporal at the young age of 21, given a small command of three other Guardsmen within his squad. Their departure from the battlefield for the next year and a half gave maturity to the now third generation raised on the vessel, who now bolstered the Youth Contingent's ranks. The 117th was ready for the next fight, and was once again deployed.

And the last fight with the 117th, for Austen at least. At the Battle of Raukos the 117th was deployed along with a slew of other regiments to take and hold the fortresses the Astartes spearhead barreled through. The 117th, though not meant for the frontal assault, was thrown against the array of fortresses held by the Iron Warriors, but, following the Astartes which pushed through, had taken their fortress in four hours, and the whole array of fortresses was taken by the combined Imperial force in only five hours.

Austen, having demonstrated again extreme competence and valor, was passed up for promotion this time, due to his age and relative inexperience, but was rather offered a position in the Ordo Nominis Umbra.

Equipment and Armament:

• Kantrael-pattern M36 Lasgun
• 4x Lasgun Charge Packs
• Kantrael-pattern Laspistol
• 2x Laspistol Charge Packs
• Bayonet
• 2x Fragmentation Grenades
• 2x Krak Grenades
• 2x Cadian Uniforms
• 2x Dog Tags
• Imperial Cult Pendant
• Flak Armor
• Flak Helmet w/ Short-range Vox Suite
• Rucksack
• Entrenching Tool
• Bedding Kit
• Hygiene Kit
• Individual Aid Kit
• Mess Kit + Canteen
• 14x Field Rations
• Flashlight
• Imperial Infantryman’s Uplifting Primer

Miscellaneous: N/A

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

@CaptainBritton Now, call me crazy, but I get the feeling you’re a soldier, right?

@Lady Selune

Nope. Just rather interested in the finer details of firearms and military organization.

@CaptainBritton

Assuming those shells are Dragon Breath... No. 1650C magnesium flames are not something you want anywhere near hostages, friendlies, buildings... Really anywhere. Plus, apparently they have a tendency of gunking up the barrel.

@Irredeemable

They're not meant to strictly be magnesium loads, however I do see your point. I'll edit it immediately.

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

Austin

Austin Pierce

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[32][Copperhead][M]

[5’11”, 172 lbs]

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General Appearance:

• Tattoo of the 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment Crest on upper back.
• A ‘THIS MACHINE KILLS MONSTERS’ patch affixed to his vest, in perfect mirror of Woodie Guthrie’s famous ’THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS’ drawing.
• A Copperhead patch on his shirt's left shoulder.
• A crude scrawling on helmet, labeled “WARNING: CONTENTS UNDER PRESSURE” with an exclamation point in a yellow triangle beside the writing.

Psych Evaluation:
Austin is a kind, down-to-earth person with a genuine personality and a constant sense of hospitality and empathy. His sense of humor is often crude, and he doesn’t beat around the bush with statements, being rather blunt, while still retaining his politeness. He is rather patriotic, especially when it comes to his home state of Tennessee, and transplants his own Appalachian culture with him wherever he goes, from the accent to his casual attire, plastered with the colors and crests of both the University of Tennessee at Knoxville and East Tennessee University at Johnson City.

History:
Austin was born in the Limestone community of Greene County, Tennessee in 1989. He attended Chuckey Primary School and then Chuckey-Doak High School before graduating with a 3.7 GPA. He enlisted in the US Army National Guard soon after, and shipped to Fort Benning, Georgia, attending basic training and advanced training there before being assigned to Troop L, 3rd Squadron, 278th Armored Cavalry Regiment the following year.

Troop L, resident in his own Greene County, allowed him to live and work in his hometown with minimal effort necessary for the required monthly duty report. On a month-long excursion to a troop duty post at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, he completed the famed Spur Ride and earned his silver spurs, and was deployed to Iraq with the rest of the regiment as part of the fourth phase of Operation Iraqi Freedom, more specifically to Camp Speicher near Tikrit with the rest of 3rd Squadron.

He returned with gold spurs and a combat action badge, both indicative of combat service, and was honorably discharged the following year. He sought a subsequent law enforcement career with the Tennessee Highway Patrol as a State Trooper, serving for three years in the East Tennessee District before being approached by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms (ATF) with an offering for the position as part of one of the DEA-ATF cooperative Special Response Teams (SRTs) deployed abroad across the US.

He served for four years with postings across the US, from the Southern California District headquartered in Los Angeles to the Northern Virginia District headquartered in Richmond before formal request for federal reassignment to a local posting. He was initially slotted as an SRT attache for the S-SWAT team in Anytown City, New Hampshire, before being affirmed as a permanent member.

Austin’s Gear

Assault-Breacher

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Loadout 1:

Primary: HK416N Carbine
Ammunition: 8x Magazines of 5.56x45mm (4x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP, 2x Incendiary Tracer)
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC w/ Laser & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: M26 Masterkey (10x 12-gauge Breaching Shells, 5x Silver-load 12-gauge Buckshot Shells)
Gadget Item: LoneStar Axes ‘The Pig’ Breaching Tool
Armor: Level IV ‘Raider’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

Loadout 2:

Primary: SIG MPX w/ Suppressor
Ammunition: 8x Magazines of 9x19mm (4x Silver-cored FMJ, 4x JHP)
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC w/ Suppressor, Laser, & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: Dyno Lock Pick Tool w/ Pick Set
Gadget Item: Bolt Cutters
Armor: Level III ‘Assaulter’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

Loadout 3:

Primary: Ithaca Model 37
Ammunition: 24x Silver-load 12-gauge Buckshot Shells, 8x 12-gauge Breaching Shells
Secondary: M45 MEUSOC Laser & Flashlight
Ammunition: 4x Magazines of .45 ACP (2x Silver-cored FMJ, 2x JHP)
Specialist Equipment: LoneStar Axes ‘The Pig’ Breaching Tool
Gadget Item: 2x Composition C-4 Shaped Breaching Charges
Armor: Level VI ‘Brimstone’
S.T.A.K.E: Union Cutlery KABAR Combat Knife

S-SWAT: Doorkicking, Demons and Drug Busts

Count me interested.

Warhammer 40K: Knives in the Dark - An Only War/Guard RP (Seeking recruits!)

Yes.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

"Staff Sergeant, priority message from the Colonel." The young RTO spoke, his commlink pack active and receiving. Elias stood nearby and took the receiver, the piece chattering with the message. He replied sternly to the Corporal holding the commlink device a reply, the code of acknowledgement, obscure and indecipherable: "Kilo, Beta, Two, Four, One." And the Corporal tuned the commlink, the reply let fly, and then the frequency randomized seconds later.

Elias placed the receiver back on the commlink pack, and rose from a knee, calling his team leaders around, along with the Sergeant, his second. "New orders. We got one times friendly vessel downed in-sector. Immediate instruction comes direct from the Colonel. We find it, confirm its presence, and report back. Tac.." He looked up to the Corporal leading Alpha team, Tacema Rane, an old friend, a Duros who'd turned down offer after offer for promotion. "Tac, you and your team will be coming with me. Bravo team will remain along with the E-Web crew under the command of the Sergeant. I'll be taking my RTO along as well. This is effective immediately. I want Bravo to tighten the perimeter and continue the current objective, and Alpha'll load up on the Ark. We've got boys from the base bringing a transport for Bravo when the deal is complete."

The gathered individuals nodded in agreement and split their separate ways, and Elias conveyed his orders to the rest of the command team, and boarded the Ark promptly, seating himself and informing the pilots.

Dead

"Thirty seconds! Force be with ya'!" Spouted the pilot of the dropship, the comms rasping with the rough static of the signal. The waist gunners had already begun laying into the LZ, bolts flying back and forth as the engines flared. Flak and other anti-air munitions were already bursting around them, the shrapnel pattering against the hull like rain on a metal roof, and the deck shuddered. "Ten!" A waist gunner fell to shrapnel, dragged to one of the cabin benches to be treated as a dim red light illuminated the cabin. The flak began to inch closer, more on target, and then a cacophony of explosions. A nearly direct hit as the dropship sunk further.

"Gunners cease fire!" Lukas, situated in the throng of commandos standing near the rear ramp and side doors, ordered to the uninjured waist gunner and the rear gunner, who cut their blaster fire promptly, and the red light turned green as the gear scraped stone and dirt. The ramp dropped and the cacophony of battle seeped in, a thermal detonator landing direct in the horde of ten commandos all flooding out of the dropship. Lukas dove to it, grasping the red flashing object and threw it, clearing the heads of all of his squadmates, and it sent shrapnel and heat flying as it exploded within the air, not ten feet from the dropship.

Lukas and his commandos had continued to pour outwards, and now the dropship was clear, making its ascent with ramp and doors still ajar and the engines emitting a thick grey smoke as green and blue blaster bolts flew from the waist gunner and rear gunner's positions. Lukas, now immersed among the fire which had now cut down two commandos fatally, found a thick stone of which to use as cover, and likewise the remaining seven other commandos had as well. They dared not return fire, yet still hugged the cover, before Lukas barked into the comms: "Second squad is in the AO and pinned at the LZ! Requesting immediate support!"

The Imperial Dragoons — A Flintlock Fantasy RP [Open]

Count me interested.