[@Punished GN] you taught me that lifting is important and you're the reason I'm jacked but what are you lifting...?
12 mos ago
The grass at Stockbridge academy.
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12 mos ago
Alright I touched grass, now what ?
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12 mos ago
Tap in little note, US army inspector general RP will blow your socks off.
12 mos ago
Knew a guy who loved dojacat. Big dojacat simp, after he found out she was 'possessed' it was over for him.
Bio
Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles.
My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:
...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.
Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.
My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:
Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.
When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.
Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.
Appearance: A roughly six foot three individual with a bulky figure. Wide framed, physically fit to the standard and no less. Pale white skin with blue hooded eyes. A wavy top of dirty-blonde hair just within the bounds of regulation.
Skills: Investigation, intelligence gathering, report writing. The usual spook 411.
Preferred Weapons/Equipment: M7 SMG, M6D.
Background:
The Beginning: On the day of January 7th, 2530, a child of no certain significance was brought into this universe. Being born to nothing more than a pair of farmers who bore the names Zehra and Jan. Who, besides feeding, providing shelter for the child, and a surname, contributed little else to their newborn. This baby was christened Ray, and so began the dull years of infancy.
Ray was born to a family of ten and was the second youngest among them. Earning him the misfortune of not being able to claim first born or be pampered by his parents as the baby. Because of this shared similarity, he grew close to his former four siblings which would begin teaching him raising him to survive the world. Walking, talking, thinking, seeing, understanding. A baseline spattering of them all to develop a functional boy in the years to come.
What followed was nothing short of misery and mind-numbing simplicity. As soon as Ray gained his strength and wit he was set to work in the field. Helping his brothers push plows through the tough soil. Sewing the ground with seed and crop for the next harvest. The days ended the same for quite a while. Plow, sew, eat just enough to survive, sleep, rinse and repeat. With the sprinkling of beatings when an old tool would finally call it quits.
As Ray began getting older heβd begun to form his own opinions. Never on things such as politics; that was completely lost to him and his family out on the farm. Who ruled the planet and what they called themselves mattered little. All that mattered was the job at hand. Instead, his thoughts were on his parents and siblings. He grew to love his brothers and sisters and despise the woman he came out of and man that provided the spark of life. The one thing they had taught him was to believe in something greater. In god. Which, to their credit he did. Ray prayed day and night for this boring farm in the middle of nowhere to simply disappear. To experience what lay beyond the fencing of their farm. The outside world.
On February 20th, 2537, Rayβs prayer came true. The outside world came to them and with it the human-covenant war. For the first time he saw a spacecraft soar through the sky. He heard the sounds of distant battle and watched the lights stream down from alien ships to melt swathes of land. It was like a magic trick, turning stone, dirt, and flesh into glass. His parents cared very little for it all, but Ray and a few of his siblings were ecstatic. For the first time since the beginning something was happening and they wanted to leave this place for a closer look. So, they gathered up and hopped the fence. Travelling through woods and plains with the glow of a burning city to guide them. Upon arriving, he saw magnificent and horrifying things. Buildings larger than he thought possible were torn in two. Faces he had never seen before littered the streets attached to unfamiliar people and corpses. Gunfire. The smell of smoke, but also the familiar scent of death. Even if they wanted to leave by now the direction they came was long lost to them.
Thankfully, Rayβs tale didnβt simply end there. He wasnβt consumed by the inferno raging across the planet. As their curiosity wore off it was replaced with fear and they wandered the streets in search of safety. Which came in the form of a Sergeant Halthrope and his squad of marines. The children were swiftly swiped up and carried off without words of comfort or introduction. It was action that saved their lives and brought them to the last drop ships leaving the city.
Glass half full: Seven years of nothing suddenly bursting with excitement and unfamiliarity. Ray watched as the pelican lifted from the ground and the true scope of this extermination was revealed. How big the city was, how big the planet was, how big their ships wereβ¦ The ramp closed and the planet got smaller until he could see the light of his homeworld being incinerated. Each of the children took it differently. Some were sad as they had always been, mourning for their lost farm and those that were in it. Some were lost in reflection. Others were glad that they didnβt have to spend a moment more tending the field. But only Ray was excited for what lay in store. They were flown up higher and higher. Past where the birds soared. Past the clouds that were never reachable. Then out of an atmosphere and into the void of space. Everything they knew shrinking smaller and smaller. Then they landed.
What greeted Ray was not a warm welcome, or even confused stares like he might have expected. Instead it was an assortment of tired and bloodied soldiers shuffling slowly from their dropships into the depths of this much larger craft. Heads hung low in defeat. All except Halthrope and his five men. They walked down their ramp carrying children in their arms and on their backs. Heads held high.
Ray and his family were taken off to eat amongst the crowd of soldiers. The food was like nothing he had to this point. It wasnβt bread and corn or meat. It was the grool of a warrior. The kids devoured it, then were huddled off to sleep on the bunks of soldiers who wouldnβt be needing them anymore. In the morning, when they awoke, they showered and cleaned themselves. After being brought in front of a man that was much better dressed than the rest of them. Respect. Thatβs what he saw on each of their faces. Whoever this was is deserving of that admiration. The Captain introduced himself and told them theyβd be staying on the ship for a while due to the situation. Which didnβt bother Ray or the other children much. On their first day they were already enjoying it here.
So, the next few months were spent aboard the UNSC ship. In this short time Ray learned more than he had ever learned in his seven years, and more than heβd ever learn again. He was brought up to speed with the rest of the universe. Seeing ships, guns, armor, stars, friendly people, and everything beyond his small little farm. He was told about the UNSC and the Covenant. Past wars, the expansion, the whole deal. Sergeant Halthrope became what he never had in that small time. A father. Teaching him most of what he would use in his adult life and who heβd become. Though, the most important lesson he learned from the Sergeant is to be grateful for what you have, rather than spiteful for what you donβt. Looking at a glass as half way full as opposed to half way empty.
This continued on until enough time had passed that the ship was sure it wasnβt being followed, then returned to itβs station to resupply and regroup. Farewells were said, hugs were exchanged and even tears shed. And like that it was onto the next stage of life. The children were placed in a program for refugee children without a home. Some were lucky to be sent with their brothers and sisters, but Ray was not one of the fortunate ones. He was placed in the care of an elderly couple. They were kind enough, but they would never replace the Sergeant in his heart nor provide sound advice that heβd take with him to the grave.
Wealth of information: Soon Ray was sent to start his schooling. He had learned many things, but was never educated or attended any sort of class taught by someone with a semblance of a degree. It turned out it was just about as mind numbing as experience on the farm, but despite this he held true and stuck with it. Glad, at the least, he didnβt have to deal with his parents.
The real lesson he learned from his earlier years of education was not anything said by the teachers or written down on a whiteboard. It was that he didnβt belong. He didnβt fit into this environment, not because he knew more or less. Not because he was a simple farm boy from a backwater planet. It was because he had seen the thrill and horror of war. His family was far away, and the family he was born to was dust. None of them would understand that. So, rather than attempt to socialize with any of them Ray buckled down. Focusing the entirety of his effort on simply gliding through school as quick as he could through vigorous study. The plan certainly did no favors for his ability to talk to women or really anyone without making it awkward but he did succeed. Skipping grades to catch him up on the years lost. Then going further to catapult himself ahead of those in his age group. Not having to deal with the usual stressors of bullying thanks to being larger than most of his peers.
Through the next eight years this trend continued. However, his schooling wasnβt free and his adoptive father was too ill to work. He followed his new mother and worked under her establishment. A masseur, rubbing backs and working knots for money. Soon Ray set into a schedule that heβd keep. One that felt vaguely like his time back on the farm. School. Work. Eat. Sleep. Thus it was maintained until his graduation in 2546.
Into the fire: It wasnβt long after receiving his diploma that Ray found himself in a UNSCMC recruitment office. Since meeting the Sergeant he had dreamed of stepping into his place. Wearing that armor. Seeing the galaxy. So when he shook hands with a recruiter and signed his name on some digital document he felt nothing but that same excitement. When his long unkempt hair was buzzed, when he was tossed into a uniform, when he was shipped away from everything and placed among others who suffered the same fate. Excitement. Boot camp was a breeze and finally he felt like he was somewhere he belonged. Among people he belonged with. They all had signed up for the same reason and they were worth making the effort to talk to.
After nearly a year of training Ray was officially a part of the United Nations Space Commandβs Marine Corps. With a whole host of people he could call friends. The war was starting to get more desperate and bodies were needed. It wasnβt a week after training that their unit was shipped out. Once more being thrust into the unknown.
Skopje: News of a nearby UEG colony being attacked reached the unitβs ears, and though they had no concrete idea of where they were headed the name Skopje had been passed around from enlisted to enlisted. A smaller planet, however still one populated by millions of civilians. It was a nice world with a dense atmosphere. Rich green forests with one center city at it all. Itβs main trade was a massive shipyard that produced freighters, and recently converted to creating warships to fuel the war machine. When they came into orbit they could see the battle was already underway as the fire of a burning city glowed through the clouds. They had word that Shock Troops had already been deployed to the surface to secure safe evacuation for the cityβs population. However, the ship they deployed from had been destroyed not long after they dropped. Leaving only the floating wreck and drifting bodies of naval crewmen slowly circling this sphere of dirt.
The marines had been tasked with one simple objective. Riding down on the gunships to extract the ODST and any survivors at the evac point, then return before their ship had a chance to be blown out of the sky. So, they loaded up. Four for each drop ship. Buckling down in their seats as the craft lowered. The ramp closed and soon they were unhitched and free falling into the atmosphere. The red glow of entry tinting any view port. As they neared closer they broke through the thick layer of cloud and smoke. Greeted by the daunting sounds of battle. The pelican shook as occasional fire was received. Each man and woman clutching their weapons. Soon enough their stomachs lifted and slammed back as they settled ungracefully on the ground. They began to lift from their seats as the ramp lowered. But, before they even had time to exit a squad of ODSTs with a family in tow piled into the craft. Then, the ramp closed and the pelican lifted again.
Rayβs first hand look at war had been as simple as hearing it, and seeing the aftermath climb desperately into their seats before leaving. Not a single shot fired or round received. Thatβs not to say there werenβt casualties. Most of the other gunships had been shot down on entry or as they attempted to exit. Leaving only a few to make it back to the ship before they left the planet to itβs fate.
Meridian: After his initial glimpse at combat and their quick retreat back to deliver the wounded and refugees, Ray was quite unsatisfied. As most young soldiers would be. Eager to participate rather than simply watch others fight. Sooner than expected heβd get his chance. Not long after their first assignment they were tasked to Meridian given that it was one of the last standing planets in the sector. There, they were supposed to reinforce the planetary garrison and defend the orbital defense platforms in the event that it was attacked by an invasion fleet.
There they settled into a small routine. The onboard marines would arm up, take their stations and wait for contact. Breaking for food twice a day then reconvened and resumed post. Taking shifts for rest in between after depositing their weapons back into the appropriate places. This lasted only a couple weeks before the first contacts were detected approaching the system and in no time a covenant fleet had arrived. Fortunately the size of the fleet was nothing grand and the ships they did send close were disposed of before they could make landfall. But not before they were able to launch boarding parties into two of the defense platforms. One of which happened to be his.
On some day in November, 2548, Ray met the enemy face to face and discharged his weapon in the field for the first time. One of a long string of engagements while the planet of Meridian lay under siege. At first, casualties were few and far between when the occasional raiding party breached the stationβs defenses. Though as time wore on the attacks grew more fierce and ammunition supplies dwindled. His tour on the planet was a full year of constant vigilance and fighting before he was wounded and evacuated from the sector along with hundreds of other marines. Managing to slip by the blockade. Still, the battle raged on long after he left for another two years until the defense platforms were destroyed and the planet was turned to dust.
Nine-to-five: After receiving a critical injury overhead of Meridian, Ray was brought the long hall back to Earth to recover. There, he spent six months out of active service and another six months in a non-combatant station. From there, according to the needs of the UNSC he was transferred to the Navy to assist in the more tech savvy operations that required little field work as he continued to recover. This is where he learned the basics of code cracking and decryption. A skill which he began to exceed and made him desirable to a select few parties over being more food for the grinder. Soon after due to the lacking manpower he was approached by the Office of Naval Intelligence and offered a position where heβd do just that.
It wasnβt an idea he liked, sitting behind a desk. Though someone doesnβt simply refuse an offer like that. So, he accepted and soon was sent off to train and study his field more heavily. From there he was brought into Section-One of ONI and spent the next two years on Earth as an overpaid intern, filing documentation in the proper places from after action reports and intel briefs. Until, of course, the war had once more come to claim the world he was on. A curse, truly. There wasnβt much action seen on his end, but he was tasked with destroying all the information stored within his facility should the Covenant breach their defenses. Thankfully it never came to be and he was given a promotion to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class once it was concluded. The battle settled reminded him of his first ever deployment and settled one thing in his mind. He hated paperwork, which unfortunately was his entire job. So rather than waste away in torment Ray applied to become a field agent. In the hopes that it would be as thrilling and exciting as he had heard. All the stories and rumors echoing through the department of legendary Agents and spies. A year later and finally he was approved for field work. He was shipped off to complete a multitude of new fun courses including a brief and shopped together Shock Trooper training. Which was more so meant to teach Agents how to stay out of their way.
All of Rayβs experience culminated to this point. In 2557 he received his first official tasking to a new experimental joint task force with alien soldiers. Serving as a member of the growing Section-One attache to this band of Shock Troops and Swords.
Appearance: A roughly six foot three individual with a bulky figure. Wide framed, physically fit to the standard and no less. Pale white skin with blue hooded eyes. A wavy top of dirty-blonde hair just within the bounds of regulation.
Skills: Investigation, intelligence gathering, report writing. The usual spook 411.
Preferred Weapons/Equipment: M7 SMG, M6D.
Background:
The Beginning: On the day of January 7th, 2530, a child of no certain significance was brought into this universe. Being born to nothing more than a pair of farmers who bore the names Zehra and Jan. Who, besides feeding, providing shelter for the child, and a surname, contributed little else to their newborn. This baby was christened Ray, and so began the dull years of infancy.
Ray was born to a family of ten and was the second youngest among them. Earning him the misfortune of not being able to claim first born or be pampered by his parents as the baby. Because of this shared similarity, he grew close to his former four siblings which would begin teaching him raising him to survive the world. Walking, talking, thinking, seeing, understanding. A baseline spattering of them all to develop a functional boy in the years to come.
What followed was nothing short of misery and mind-numbing simplicity. As soon as Ray gained his strength and wit he was set to work in the field. Helping his brothers push plows through the tough soil. Sewing the ground with seed and crop for the next harvest. The days ended the same for quite a while. Plow, sew, eat just enough to survive, sleep, rinse and repeat. With the sprinkling of beatings when an old tool would finally call it quits.
As Ray began getting older heβd begun to form his own opinions. Never on things such as politics; that was completely lost to him and his family out on the farm. Who ruled the planet and what they called themselves mattered little. All that mattered was the job at hand. Instead, his thoughts were on his parents and siblings. He grew to love his brothers and sisters and despise the woman he came out of and man that provided the spark of life. The one thing they had taught him was to believe in something greater. In god. Which, to their credit he did. Ray prayed day and night for this boring farm in the middle of nowhere to simply disappear. To experience what lay beyond the fencing of their farm. The outside world.
On February 20th, 2537, Rayβs prayer came true. The outside world came to them and with it the human-covenant war. For the first time he saw a spacecraft soar through the sky. He heard the sounds of distant battle and watched the lights stream down from alien ships to melt swathes of land. It was like a magic trick, turning stone, dirt, and flesh into glass. His parents cared very little for it all, but Ray and a few of his siblings were ecstatic. For the first time since the beginning something was happening and they wanted to leave this place for a closer look. So, they gathered up and hopped the fence. Travelling through woods and plains with the glow of a burning city to guide them. Upon arriving, he saw magnificent and horrifying things. Buildings larger than he thought possible were torn in two. Faces he had never seen before littered the streets attached to unfamiliar people and corpses. Gunfire. The smell of smoke, but also the familiar scent of death. Even if they wanted to leave by now the direction they came was long lost to them.
Thankfully, Rayβs tale didnβt simply end there. He wasnβt consumed by the inferno raging across the planet. As their curiosity wore off it was replaced with fear and they wandered the streets in search of safety. Which came in the form of a Sergeant Halthrope and his squad of marines. The children were swiftly swiped up and carried off without words of comfort or introduction. It was action that saved their lives and brought them to the last drop ships leaving the city.
Glass half full: Seven years of nothing suddenly bursting with excitement and unfamiliarity. Ray watched as the pelican lifted from the ground and the true scope of this extermination was revealed. How big the city was, how big the planet was, how big their ships wereβ¦ The ramp closed and the planet got smaller until he could see the light of his homeworld being incinerated. Each of the children took it differently. Some were sad as they had always been, mourning for their lost farm and those that were in it. Some were lost in reflection. Others were glad that they didnβt have to spend a moment more tending the field. But only Ray was excited for what lay in store. They were flown up higher and higher. Past where the birds soared. Past the clouds that were never reachable. Then out of an atmosphere and into the void of space. Everything they knew shrinking smaller and smaller. Then they landed.
What greeted Ray was not a warm welcome, or even confused stares like he might have expected. Instead it was an assortment of tired and bloodied soldiers shuffling slowly from their dropships into the depths of this much larger craft. Heads hung low in defeat. All except Halthrope and his five men. They walked down their ramp carrying children in their arms and on their backs. Heads held high.
Ray and his family were taken off to eat amongst the crowd of soldiers. The food was like nothing he had to this point. It wasnβt bread and corn or meat. It was the grool of a warrior. The kids devoured it, then were huddled off to sleep on the bunks of soldiers who wouldnβt be needing them anymore. In the morning, when they awoke, they showered and cleaned themselves. After being brought in front of a man that was much better dressed than the rest of them. Respect. Thatβs what he saw on each of their faces. Whoever this was is deserving of that admiration. The Captain introduced himself and told them theyβd be staying on the ship for a while due to the situation. Which didnβt bother Ray or the other children much. On their first day they were already enjoying it here.
So, the next few months were spent aboard the UNSC ship. In this short time Ray learned more than he had ever learned in his seven years, and more than heβd ever learn again. He was brought up to speed with the rest of the universe. Seeing ships, guns, armor, stars, friendly people, and everything beyond his small little farm. He was told about the UNSC and the Covenant. Past wars, the expansion, the whole deal. Sergeant Halthrope became what he never had in that small time. A father. Teaching him most of what he would use in his adult life and who heβd become. Though, the most important lesson he learned from the Sergeant is to be grateful for what you have, rather than spiteful for what you donβt. Looking at a glass as half way full as opposed to half way empty.
This continued on until enough time had passed that the ship was sure it wasnβt being followed, then returned to itβs station to resupply and regroup. Farewells were said, hugs were exchanged and even tears shed. And like that it was onto the next stage of life. The children were placed in a program for refugee children without a home. Some were lucky to be sent with their brothers and sisters, but Ray was not one of the fortunate ones. He was placed in the care of an elderly couple. They were kind enough, but they would never replace the Sergeant in his heart nor provide sound advice that heβd take with him to the grave.
Wealth of information: Soon Ray was sent to start his schooling. He had learned many things, but was never educated or attended any sort of class taught by someone with a semblance of a degree. It turned out it was just about as mind numbing as experience on the farm, but despite this he held true and stuck with it. Glad, at the least, he didnβt have to deal with his parents.
The real lesson he learned from his earlier years of education was not anything said by the teachers or written down on a whiteboard. It was that he didnβt belong. He didnβt fit into this environment, not because he knew more or less. Not because he was a simple farm boy from a backwater planet. It was because he had seen the thrill and horror of war. His family was far away, and the family he was born to was dust. None of them would understand that. So, rather than attempt to socialize with any of them Ray buckled down. Focusing the entirety of his effort on simply gliding through school as quick as he could through vigorous study. The plan certainly did no favors for his ability to talk to women or really anyone without making it awkward but he did succeed. Skipping grades to catch him up on the years lost. Then going further to catapult himself ahead of those in his age group. Not having to deal with the usual stressors of bullying thanks to being larger than most of his peers.
Through the next eight years this trend continued. However, his schooling wasnβt free and his adoptive father was too ill to work. He followed his new mother and worked under her establishment. A masseur, rubbing backs and working knots for money. Soon Ray set into a schedule that heβd keep. One that felt vaguely like his time back on the farm. School. Work. Eat. Sleep. Thus it was maintained until his graduation in 2546.
Into the fire: It wasnβt long after receiving his diploma that Ray found himself in a UNSCMC recruitment office. Since meeting the Sergeant he had dreamed of stepping into his place. Wearing that armor. Seeing the galaxy. So when he shook hands with a recruiter and signed his name on some digital document he felt nothing but that same excitement. When his long unkempt hair was buzzed, when he was tossed into a uniform, when he was shipped away from everything and placed among others who suffered the same fate. Excitement. Boot camp was a breeze and finally he felt like he was somewhere he belonged. Among people he belonged with. They all had signed up for the same reason and they were worth making the effort to talk to.
After nearly a year of training Ray was officially a part of the United Nations Space Commandβs Marine Corps. With a whole host of people he could call friends. The war was starting to get more desperate and bodies were needed. It wasnβt a week after training that their unit was shipped out. Once more being thrust into the unknown.
Skopje: News of a nearby UEG colony being attacked reached the unitβs ears, and though they had no concrete idea of where they were headed the name Skopje had been passed around from enlisted to enlisted. A smaller planet, however still one populated by millions of civilians. It was a nice world with a dense atmosphere. Rich green forests with one center city at it all. Itβs main trade was a massive shipyard that produced freighters, and recently converted to creating warships to fuel the war machine. When they came into orbit they could see the battle was already underway as the fire of a burning city glowed through the clouds. They had word that Shock Troops had already been deployed to the surface to secure safe evacuation for the cityβs population. However, the ship they deployed from had been destroyed not long after they dropped. Leaving only the floating wreck and drifting bodies of naval crewmen slowly circling this sphere of dirt.
The marines had been tasked with one simple objective. Riding down on the gunships to extract the ODST and any survivors at the evac point, then return before their ship had a chance to be blown out of the sky. So, they loaded up. Four for each drop ship. Buckling down in their seats as the craft lowered. The ramp closed and soon they were unhitched and free falling into the atmosphere. The red glow of entry tinting any view port. As they neared closer they broke through the thick layer of cloud and smoke. Greeted by the daunting sounds of battle. The pelican shook as occasional fire was received. Each man and woman clutching their weapons. Soon enough their stomachs lifted and slammed back as they settled ungracefully on the ground. They began to lift from their seats as the ramp lowered. But, before they even had time to exit a squad of ODSTs with a family in tow piled into the craft. Then, the ramp closed and the pelican lifted again.
Rayβs first hand look at war had been as simple as hearing it, and seeing the aftermath climb desperately into their seats before leaving. Not a single shot fired or round received. Thatβs not to say there werenβt casualties. Most of the other gunships had been shot down on entry or as they attempted to exit. Leaving only a few to make it back to the ship before they left the planet to itβs fate.
Meridian: After his initial glimpse at combat and their quick retreat back to deliver the wounded and refugees, Ray was quite unsatisfied. As most young soldiers would be. Eager to participate rather than simply watch others fight. Sooner than expected heβd get his chance. Not long after their first assignment they were tasked to Meridian given that it was one of the last standing planets in the sector. There, they were supposed to reinforce the planetary garrison and defend the orbital defense platforms in the event that it was attacked by an invasion fleet.
There they settled into a small routine. The onboard marines would arm up, take their stations and wait for contact. Breaking for food twice a day then reconvened and resumed post. Taking shifts for rest in between after depositing their weapons back into the appropriate places. This lasted only a couple weeks before the first contacts were detected approaching the system and in no time a covenant fleet had arrived. Fortunately the size of the fleet was nothing grand and the ships they did send close were disposed of before they could make landfall. But not before they were able to launch boarding parties into two of the defense platforms. One of which happened to be his.
On some day in November, 2548, Ray met the enemy face to face and discharged his weapon in the field for the first time. One of a long string of engagements while the planet of Meridian lay under siege. At first, casualties were few and far between when the occasional raiding party breached the stationβs defenses. Though as time wore on the attacks grew more fierce and ammunition supplies dwindled. His tour on the planet was a full year of constant vigilance and fighting before he was wounded and evacuated from the sector along with hundreds of other marines. Managing to slip by the blockade. Still, the battle raged on long after he left for another two years until the defense platforms were destroyed and the planet was turned to dust.
Nine-to-five: After receiving a critical injury overhead of Meridian, Ray was brought the long hall back to Earth to recover. There, he spent six months out of active service and another six months in a non-combatant station. From there, according to the needs of the UNSC he was transferred to the Navy to assist in the more tech savvy operations that required little field work as he continued to recover. This is where he learned the basics of code cracking and decryption. A skill which he began to exceed and made him desirable to a select few parties over being more food for the grinder. Soon after due to the lacking manpower he was approached by the Office of Naval Intelligence and offered a position where heβd do just that.
It wasnβt an idea he liked, sitting behind a desk. Though someone doesnβt simply refuse an offer like that. So, he accepted and soon was sent off to train and study his field more heavily. From there he was brought into Section-One of ONI and spent the next two years on Earth as an overpaid intern, filing documentation in the proper places from after action reports and intel briefs. Until, of course, the war had once more come to claim the world he was on. A curse, truly. There wasnβt much action seen on his end, but he was tasked with destroying all the information stored within his facility should the Covenant breach their defenses. Thankfully it never came to be and he was given a promotion to the rank of Petty Officer Third Class once it was concluded. The battle settled reminded him of his first ever deployment and settled one thing in his mind. He hated paperwork, which unfortunately was his entire job. So rather than waste away in torment Ray applied to become a field agent. In the hopes that it would be as thrilling and exciting as he had heard. All the stories and rumors echoing through the department of legendary Agents and spies. A year later and finally he was approved for field work. He was shipped off to complete a multitude of new fun courses including a brief and shopped together Shock Trooper training. Which was more so meant to teach Agents how to stay out of their way.
All of Rayβs experience culminated to this point. In 2557 he received his first official tasking to a new experimental joint task force with alien soldiers. Serving as a member of the growing Section-One attache to this band of Shock Troops and Swords.
Attire Dresdner stands at an even height of Six-Foot-Four which, when coupled with his mesomorphic frame, gives off the physical appearance of a broad βsoldieryβ type β neither frail nor meagre, but rather a look boasting Fortitude. His face is relatively sharp, with a knife-like shaven jawline and fairly sunken cheeks β the skin rather pale and clammy, more so a product of stress and through service in less temperate regions, going against their weathered and marred appearance. He has various nicks and small gashes playing the part of scars from past experiences in the long war that the UNSCDF was dragging itself through. His eyes are piercing and vigilant, fighting the signs of fatigue they often display through dark lines and weariness β giving way to their persevering nature, or their downright stubbornness to simply remain on guard. His hair consists of a matted black short back and sides cut. He has patches that suggest he's a demolition technician.
Weaponry BR-55, M6C, various explosives.
Fireteam 2nd ODST Det.
Rank Lance Corporal
Specialisation Demolition Technician/Sapper
Personality Otto remains very reserved when speaking he's the type of guy to speak only when spoken to as he's very critical of the mission and keeps his thoughts to himself. He's a quiet worker and likes to engage in conversation outside of the mission as he has a lot of his mind and is often philosophical in nature. His hatred for the URF simply shows no bounds, as sympathizers are beneath him - though that is he if he discovers any of them. In any case he's a patriot by all accounts, and truly a bastion of humanity.
Otto was born in Munich, Germany on the 21st of December. Within five years of birth, his Mother β Ada β moved to Ankara, Luna with him. His father however was stationed far off in Jericho VII. Ottoβs life was, as expected, βas normal as could beβ for what constituted for a youth of that time. He progressed through his childhood at a normal pace β neither rushed into growing up or being corralled into being something that he wasnβt, and was blissfully ignorant of the fact that his other parent was off fighting the Insurrectionists in 2525. His Mother on the other-hand was a Historian, and worried deeply for her Husband for the duration of his stay on Jericho VII. Dresdner continued to go through the beginning of his childhood without any interest in his dad outside of why he wasnβt there to support him along the way. All he really came to learn is that his father was doing his part of the UNSC through military service however, and that he would one day be back to see him.
That was until he was fifteen. Eventually in his years of growing up, he learned about the Battle of Jericho VII, as it would βgo down in the booksβ. Unfortunately, Ottoβs father was a soldier in the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and so Otto and his Mother became aware of the terrible news thatβd encroach on their homeβs doorstep. Indeed β It was a few months later when they heard a knock at their door and woke up to see two U.N.S.C. personnel in full dress uniform presenting a flag and the half-expected news. Of course, this turn of events had affected Otto as one might expect. He had never gotten the opportunity to see his dad in person β Heβd only talked to him through a few long range video calls and through βtradingβ of recordings. A sense of sorrow and longing took hold; but for Otto, it was more than just the toils of war merely taking their due. He felt as if something was taken from him, and there in proposed a mantra to himself. A naΓ―ve question with nobody to cop an answer to β but he was none the wiser at his age. βWhy did he?β He continued to ask himself this question when he and his Mother grew more and more distant by the passing week. She had to pick up a job and support both her and her son instead of staying at home with him. The mere supportive income was not enough to sustain the both of them in their household, meaning that Otto barely saw his Mother from there on out β embroiled in work.
Academically Otto was progressing averagely in every department that a standard teenager would be expected to do well in, save for one section. He found his particular forte was in the fields of Chemical Science and the tied in Mathematics since he was very quick when it came to solving chemistry equations and the likes of Algebra - something which would come into play in the later years of his life. Something that was even more unlikely, despite his recent grievances, was the fact that he had friends. A small circle of them in-fact, the one heβd naturally enlist with in the coming years; Donan, Saoirse, and Sterling. These were the few friends he talked to, and they were the ones that supported him despite the estrangement between him and his Mother.
Enlistment
With gritted teeth, Ottoβs mother approved for him to sign up for the U.N.S.C. Marine Corps at the age of Sixteen, the youngest age someone could enlist at. When asked why, he simply answered with a response that was horribly cobbled together. βI just donβt see any other job; And, well I want to do my part.β Is what heβd say, but in reality he was in it for a sense of revenge, and a sense of militaristic pride. Despite the estrangement Otto had with his father, he saw him as a sort of idol, and he wanted to carry on the legacy of his father in any way possible. True to his intent, Otto went through basic without much of a hassle. He followed the Drill Instructorβs commands and was easily molded to the training regime that the U.N.S.C put its trainees through. In Laymenβs terms, he was a βGruntβ, but he was one with a high score on the ASVAB, and thus he filled a request for Sapper training. Promptly heβd be shipped off to another training facility before he was finally able to be deployed.
Mamore
His first world to be stationed on, and the one who made him the marine that he is today. Mamore wasnβt exactly peaceful when he was stationed there. It was one of the many planets that harbored conflicts between the U.N.S.C. and Insurrectionists. Otto was a PFC during his time there, while Donan was simply a Private. The two worked together quite well within their squad β Donan would watch Ottoβs back while he was dealing with explosives, and then theyβd carry on about their ways. That was their shtick for the first half of their deployment. At least, it was until one day. Otto was in the middle of rigging a demolition charge when he heard the crackle of a rifle go off. Assuming the worst, Otto approached the scene with caution. Once Otto got there he used a small inspection mirror to check the corner, only for him to see that the scene was surprisingly safe looking. Donan, however, had taken a turn for the worst. It was a good shot to the thigh, and he was well on his way into hypovolemic shock. Otto quickly responded and applied what basic Medical knowledge he had at the time. β In the end, his efforts werenβt fruitless, but they werenβt perfect either. Donan had to be shipped off for Medical leave, his fate unknown. Otto was uncertain of what happened to his lifelong friend, but he was almost sure it took a turn for the worst.
The Incident
Towards the end of the endless skirmishes that plagued Mamore Otto eventually suffered from his first real injury. He was patrolling with a brand new squad when they came across a rather brutal scene. U.N.C.S. supporters had been butchered on the spot in I makeshift bomb shelter. It was deep in the ground in a food storage facility. The entire room was dark and there wasn't much light to be had even with his squad constantly waving their flashlights about. Eventually the squad lead had ordered a few members of the team to go back to the entrance and watch for any intruders. Mean while, Otto and a Corpsman were sent to clear out various rooms. Upon searching through the last room the duo heard a sudden click β A single fragmentation grenade had fallen from a small nook down onto a desk. In the midst of the confusion, Dresdner tackled the Corpsman aside, hoping to shield him in any manner of the world possible.
Recovery
It was a good call to make. After the trap went off and Otto was hit, the Corpsman rushed over and quickly clamped off the upper part of his arm with a tourniquet, which effectively staunched Otto's blood loss. He was then dragged off and MEDIVAC'd to a proper field hospital, where he underwent proper stabilization prior to being shipped off for Medical leave. Physically, Otto was doing just fine. Heβd undergone surgery and had a prosthesis with his name on it, but the repercussions of what he endured on Mamore would stick with him for the rest of his days. He did come to learn the fate of his friend Donan. Otto was already in a βdarkβ place mentally, but the news from his friendβs family only dragged him further down. Throughout all of this Otto had remained sane, and more-or-less composed as a person, and even still, part of him was still adamant about returning to the service. He assumed heβd be assigned a desk position due to his injury, but he was wrong β Within a week heβd received an invitation for a position within FORECON. Immediately, Otto packed his belongings and prosthesis, before taking a flight to his next training facility. There he underwent a whole new set of training, one that was specialized for a smaller squad that was to play a semi-covert role in operations. All he would do was think back to what little he knew of the 105th Drop-Jet Platoon, and how they were likely a Special Forces group.
Redeployment
Years passed by, and Otto continued to accumulate experience on the field with his new found FORECON team. For the most part, he encountered Insurrectionists on his deployments β But, he did eventually encounter the so-called Covenant forces towards the end, and he finally understood their reputation. Heβd of course heard about them, read reports on them, and even heard talk from Marine-To-Marine, but he never fully had a grasp of the power the Covenant had. Eventually, as fate would have it, Dresdner was garrisoned in a deteriorating building, which was on an Inner Colony planet. The conditions he dealt with there were probably among his worst; He had to deal with a whole new form of tactics from the enemy. Never before had he dealt with a constant siege of plasma bolts, or the fact that injuries were almost always fatal. He was appalled by how little you could do to treat someone who was impacted by a needle round, or a bolt of plasma. Even worse, their explosives and siege batteries β Wraiths β scared him more. His FORECON team stayed in that building for the majority of their deployment there, and it would be their downfall. The complex they were stationed with eventually underwent continual siege from a squadron of Wraiths, and thusly it broke down, starting to collapse. About three members of the team and a few marines from inside had escaped to the South of the complex. One such marine was a Lieutenant had immediately called in for a Pelican, there wasnβt much to be done otherwise.
Draco III
Otto was pulled off with of that planet β And so was every other surviving marine that managed to escape on a Pelican or Civilian freighter. The Covenant had sent in a small fleet to commence glassing, and with the U.N.S.C. numbered and wounded, they quickly fled from the scene. As per protocol, the ship Otto was on randomly jumped to different sectors, so as to not draw any pursuing ships to a relatively safe colony. A few months had passed by, and the naval personnel on the ship deemed that it was time to finally return to a colony. Thatβs when they jumped towards Draco III. As it happens, he was offered a chance to go through ODST selection which he accepted. Sometime later he would become a coffin-diver.
Service-History Mamore Insurgency Battle over Arcadia Battle of Paris IV
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Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles.
My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175516-bleak/ooc]BLEAK[/url] by [@Mirandae].
[URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/171741/ic] Divinity Lost[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/185080-nightland/ic] Nightland[/url] by: [@Poet] & [@Kino End] (These are the same people).
...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.
Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.
My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/180490-cyberpunk-political-intrig/ic]π½π¦π₯ππππ₯πͺ: πππ πΎπ£πππ₯ πΎπππ[/url] by: [@Opposition]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/190100-the-envenomed/ic] The Envenomed[/url] by: [@LustForDecay]
Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.
When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.
Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.[/h3]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/yWAiuBu.jpeg" /><br><img src="https://i.imgur.com/z5cY01J.png" /></div><br><div class="bb-h3">Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles. <br><br>My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175516-bleak/ooc">BLEAK</a> by <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/mirandae">@Mirandae</a>.<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/171741/ic">Divinity Lost</a> & <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/185080-nightland/ic">Nightland</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/poet">@Poet</a> & <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kino-end">@Kino End</a> (These are the same people).<br><br>...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.<br><br>Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.<br><br>My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/180490-cyberpunk-political-intrig/ic">π½π¦π₯ππππ₯πͺ: πππ πΎπ£πππ₯ πΎπππ</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/opposition">@Opposition</a> <br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/190100-the-envenomed/ic">The Envenomed</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lustfordecay">@LustForDecay</a><br><br>Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.<br><br>When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.<br><br>Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.</div><br><br></div>