Delta44

~ Halo: Oman ~

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Rylei hadn't expected to enter the scene with rifles drawn in her direction. For a moment her heart stopped, her whole body frozen in fear, caught in a moment of tension. However, as the rifles lowered, she unfroze, corrected her stance, and promptly approached the duo.

She nodded, rifle now resting at her hip, loosely gripped in one hand. "Likewise. If I'm honest I'm just a little worried he's not the last one we'll see around these parts. Could be a party sent out to kill those who stuck by their pods, meaning one might be trying to follow me." She didn't want to create tension where it wasn't due, however certainly wanted her thoughts to be known to someone of a superior rank. The thought of a kill squad coming out after dropped ODSTs was a concern Rylei's, especially seeing how late she awoke.

She wanted to talk to Kensington, however there was something... off about her. She appeared agitated, hostile. Rylei raised her hand to deny the offer of water, hoping the medic would get the gesture. As the duo turned to face the newcomer -- a marine, by the looks of things -- she noted where her weapon was aimed. Rylei, on the other hand, barely lifted her rifle, and chose to keep her calm so the marine wouldn't be spooked. "Don't worry, private. We've got some kind of plan figured out." Kensington seemed to be taking care of things, at least, calling the marine over and searching through her things for what Rylei assumed were meds of some kind. She wasn't awfully experienced in the medic field herself, as that was largely Chloe and Laslow's profession, so she let the other woman do whatever it was she needed to do to patch up the marine. Meanwhile, Rylei paid attention to Lucas' monologue as he scanned the Elite, watching the treeline while he did... whatever it was he was doing.

"Funny. Something similar happened to me." Oddly, as Rylei tried to recall the details of her drop, she found her memory to be just a little lacking. She could remember the general gist of it, but noting down the details and specifics were hard. She paused a moment too long, before she quickly realised she was supposed to be giving her own account of the story. "Basically, my squad and I got in their pods on Stranger of Darkness and we were all ready to drop. I remember... something happened. I don't quite remember. I dropped before everyone else, and I believe they followed me out. I... collided with something. Could've been your pod. It sent me almost unconscious, but I managed to steer myself so I wouldn't land headfirst. After that I fell unconscious until just recently; I ate and drank, then came over here."

She turned back around and crouched beside Lucas, removing her helmet to scan the Elite up close. There was something really different about it. Something she didn't like. "So, uh... what's up with this one?" She didn't know quite how to reciprocate her question properly, however hoped Lucas understood what she meant.

~ Halo: Oman ~

Sorry for not responding in two days, dog might be passing away in two days so yeah >_> I'll see if I can get a response up tomorrow though!

Persona: Winds of Change

@PandaBrady Just letting you know for some reason the tag didn't show up for me :o Might not have appeared for others either, so it might be a good idea to try tagging again or messaging them if they don't respond :3

~ Halo: Oman ~

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"Fireteam 2, Bravo 9, I want you to make your way towards my location fast. Double time, little exceptions. Out of the three closest to me, you are the furthest, but don't bring a horde of Covenant forces with you. Token 6-4-8, I want you to get here too. Kensington, it is vital that you also regroup with us, seeing as you are the closest. Approximately over 1 minute from my location, to be exact. I don't know your weaponry and armament, but I'd prefer it if you had some way to defend yourself. The Hospital Corps weren't always my most fluently known branch of the UNSC. As for any other listeners, I want you all to head to Outpost Charlie if you are close enough. Those who aren't are to regroup at Outpost Sierra. Do I ma-"

The severed line caused a bout of worry to cross Rylei's features, which became increasingly apparent as she heard gunshots echo in the distance. "Chariot? Chariot 9-4-3? Come in?" A brief pause in her transmission was followed by more gunshots. "I'm heading over to check out some rogue gunshots. If that's you, I'll be coming in hot, over." She waited a moment more, however there was no response. Swiftly, she ran to the closest treeline in the direction of the gunfire and raised her rifle, passing by trees and bushes with her rifle at the ready. She didn't stop for a moment, scanning for hostiles and checking her corners while she moved. The gunfire grew louder for a little while, however it quickly came to a halt, to which Rylei slowed her advance. She didn't stop moving, however grew increasingly cautious, and slowed further still the closer she came to Chariot's pinged location.

Before long, she was just outside the clearing, and circled around till she could see what was going on. Her movements were slow and silent, careful to not trip up on any branches nor step on any twigs. Of course this took a little while, however soon she caught sight of what she found both pleasing and a little disturbing: An Elite's freshly dead corpse. Whatever an Elite was doing in these parts she didn't know, and she found the idea of a rogue, wandering Elite quite terrifying. She checked her own back just to be sure there wasn't anything following her.

Silence.

She couldn't make out anything, but now that she'd seen the Elite, it made her worry. Could there have been an Elite dispatched to her own pod just a couple of minutes ago? Could it be capable of tracking her, considering she didn't quite conceal her way over? She hated the idea of getting anyone killed over her own blunder. She chose to wait a short while longer, letting the voices of Chariot 9-4-3 and another soldier fill the area. After awhile, her legs began hurting again, and so she rose to her feet and announced her presence.

"Friendlies coming from the treeline." She announced in a serious yet not awfully convincing voice. However she stepped out into the open area, one arm raised, her rifle pointed towards the ground. Two people: Chariot and another, who Rylei assumed was 'Kensington'. The dead Elite on the floor lay between the trio. The nasty gash across Chariot's chest told her roughly how the engagement happened. "It's good to see friendly faces, I was starting to get worried I would be completely alone. Chariot and Kensington, I assume? I'm Private First Class Rylei Xandre, designated marksman and training sniper for Token Squad." She decided to make her introduction informative and brief, so they wouldn't get bogged down after the attack. She still felt unnerved of the fact an Elite engaged her new comrades. And it made her wonder:

Were there more out there?

~ Halo: Oman ~

I'll be making my reply tomorrow, folks! :D

Project Quadrennial (Forever Open)

My interest has been peaked, though I am curious: will we be exploring each "scenario" (for lack of a better word) as individual episodes between timeskips, like a show? Or will it be more linear and narrative-driven, perhaps with very little or no large timeskips? :3 Just wondering for the sake of the type of character I may make is all :D

This does have my attention, but as the case with everyone, I can't guarantee that I'll be around by 2021. Even so, it's an ambitious project which kinda reminds me of Critical Role, so I dig ;)

~ Halo: Oman ~

My starting posts are always so long >_> Anyways, I hope you didn't mind me sneaking in Token Squad with Chariot in their base assault. I decided to give them a backseat role in the assault, to give reason for why they weren't mentioned in the OP ^-^

~ Halo: Oman ~

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It was heavier than she expected, but not all that bad-looking. With her helmet set and everything in place, she looked like a certified ODST, something not everyone in the UNSC could proudly say. "The best of the best, they said." She couldn't help but feel proud at that statement, looking at herself in the mirror. Of course when they told her that, what they really meant was they would train her to be the best. However, it still made her smirk at the thought that one day, she could live up to her father's expectations. Someday very soon, she hoped.

The rest of the team were waiting just outside, by a computer down the open deck where pelicans would exchange ground forces. Everybody else had already beat her to their armours, with one member in particular making a point out of it. "What took you so long, Rylei? Are you trying to make Alex and I look bad?" Hibana was, as always, an arse. It got the attention of the rest of the squad though, and caused Rylei to freeze up on the spot.

"I'm detecting an increased heart rate on my monitor. Heart attack, is it Xandre?" For a medic, Chloe had a sadistic sense of humour. It got some members of the squad chuckling, but all in good fashion. She stepped forward and offered a hand to shake, which Rylei took. "It's good to see you, Private. No need to be so tense - it's part of your training to relax. You won't make a good ODST if you keep that up."

There was a subtle nod, barely visible due to Rylei's helmet, which followed. "Right, sorry. I still have much to learn, so please teach me all I'll need to know."

"Oh you'll learn everything, alright." Came the gentle and enchanting voice of Laslow, removing Rylei's helmet from her head with a gentle finesse. "I could always offer you my services in private lessons? I promise I won't try anything too advanced, just enough for us to get acquainted. Perhaps over a cup of tea?" He gave the helmet to Rylei, a smooth wink following his subtly perverted comment. His advance came to a halt as Chloe pushed him away.

"OK, that's enough harassment for one day, Laslow. If you're going to get romantic with someone, perhaps try to dedicate your compliments to one person rather than every girl you meet." At this, Laslow merely shrugged and backed off, opting instead to invite their leader to speak with the three new recruits. As the other members were told to overlook the plan in detail and provide input, the Lieutenant approached the three privates, inviting and confident. "Privates! It's good to have you here. I apologise if the team gives you any trouble - please refer them to me if they get a little... 'unruly'." His gaze swept the trio with a piercingly analytical eye, as though mentally noting them, judging them. "I've heard good things about the three of you. Apparently you work well as a team, if need be. I assure you we're going to need all the help we can get on this mission, so your cooperation is appreciated."

"Token Squad is a team, and you're now officially a part of it. I know we're throwing you lot in the deep end here, but apparently you have quite some experience under your belts already. For now, focus on staying alive. You've got plenty of time to develop into some fine ODSTs, so remember your training with the Marines. So long as you've got our back, we've got yours."

"We'll do our best, sir." Alex's voice was deep and course, which made him sound older than he really was. Despite being the youngest of the ODSTs, he was more driven than even Rylei, though despite this was incredibly easy-going. He had a calmness which was almost inspiring - much more-so than their leader apparently was. "We'll keep an eye on one-another, just like always."

There was a nervous chuckle from Lieutenant Heights which took Rylei by surprise. It wasn't the chuckle itself, but the fact their Lieutenant was nervous somewhat confused her. What was even more confusing was his response. "Well, good to know you're with us. Sorry, I actually get a little anxious when it comes to giving speeches. Good to know it didn't completely flop." He turned back towards the rest of the squad and waved the new recruits over. "Lets get you three notified on how this is going to go down. Since this will be your first drop, it'll be good to know that everyone is on the same page."

The team all stood around the bench, and a three-dimensional hologram appeared of the covenant base in which they would be assaulting. Morgan cleared his throat to get the attention of the squad. "Our mission is simple. We're going to be assisting the infiltration of a Covenant Expeditionary Outpost, along with another ODST squad, Chariot. However unlike Chariot, Token is largely going to be providing support, namely thanks to our two sharpshooters." A brief pause came as the hologram shifted to show much of the future battlfield, including the nearby hills which Token would be providing support from.

"We'll be splitting into two fireteams. Fireteam Oswald will consist of Simone, Laslow, Alex, and Rylei. You will be our support, providing cover from Covenant ground forces with long range weapons and explosives, so that no Banshees or Wraiths get the best of our primary force. You'll be working alongside the Marines, so you should be able to support the main team fairly well. Your position atop the hill will give you plenty of advantages, however remember to watch your flanks. Myself, Chloe, Karma and Hibana will be working with Chariot and the attack force to assault the base, under the name Fireteam Lockhead. Lockhead will be stationed at one of the base's flanks, allowing us some easy entry. Once inside, we'll begin thinning out the Covenant from within, helping the UNSC advance. Assuming all goes well, this outpost will be a suitable location for stationing our own troops in just a few hours, and could help turn the tide for future battles."

A stern voice spoke up from among the Squad. "When do we begin?" Quizzed Karma, driven with a deadly dedication to the cause. Morgan looked at his datapad.

"About two hours from now."

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Fourteen Hours Later...

Rylei awoke with a start, though suddenly regretted her immediacy as her back began to ache. Her body hadn't yet prepared for her sudden jump-start, and her mind was barely processing everything around her. She could see the sky, dim and bare, faded of the day's light as night was sure to set in. Or was it morning? Her pod hadn't given her much to go on, as all of the power has been drained, for whatever reason. A steady wind brushed past, inviting through the broken glass of her pod, with tree branches curling around the sides of her pod, like a baby in a giant, metallic and wooden crib. Aside from that gentle breeze, everything was silent. Everything was still. Everything was stagnant.

It all came rushing back to her at once: The scrambled release of pods, the tearing and burning of the Stranger of Darkness, and the collision. It practically knocked her unconscious when it happened, though through some stroke of luck she remained awake just long enough to make sure she wouldn't crash head first into Oman. Beyond that she was out, the last thing she could remember being the nervous orders of her Lieutenant to 'hold on'. Whatever it meant though was a mystery.

Lazily, painfully, Rylei released the glass shield door to her pod, which sprung off with incredible force. Thankfully it didn't fall back down on top of her, and collided with the ground beside her pod. She listened carefully for sounds of any activity, but the only thing she could hear was the wind, which subtly faded into silence.

Complete silence.

Not a single voice or gunshot, not a bird or a beep or even the wind. Just silence. If it weren't for her own heavy breathing, Rylei would have thought she'd gone deaf. This ritual of listening to nothing lasted about a minute, until Rylei could finally be snapped from her thoughts and officially be brought to the realm of complete consciousness. Despite the pain in her back she grabbed her sidearm and sat up, scanning her surroundings. She had landed in a clearing in the middle of the forest. She couldn't remember a forest being mentioned anywhere in the mission briefing. Wherever she had found herself, it wasn't going to be easy to find her way back.

Once the surroundings were cleared, the ODST grabbed her equipment as well as her food and water, and filled herself on field rations. However long she'd been out for, it was enough to make her feel incredibly hungry and thirsty. The quick snack wasn't met with any activity, and so she took a moment to think her situation through. As she stared at the utter destruction her pod had caused to the local flora, the reality of Rylei's situation began to sink in. She was on a distant planet occupied by the Covenant, without her squad, and completely lost. She'd never really experienced a situation of this kind before - without direction or guidance. It was rather unbelievable. And for the life of her, Rylei had no idea what to do.

She took a few more minutes to rest and recuperate, as well as adjust to her situation. Her first priority was to find someone. Anyone. A Marine or ODST, it didn't matter. So long as they weren't the Covenant, they could work together. Her second priority was to find her squad mates. She was almost certain they had dropped with her, so she had a feeling they were alive and out there somewhere. It was finding them which would be the hard part. Once she had reunited with her squad, she figured then they could work out what to do.

Where would she even begin, though? Without any real sense of direction, Rylei figured she could be anywhere. Nothing in the forest stuck out as a guide towards where to go. There were no trails or tracks to follow of any kind.

However, there was a transmission.

Rylei waited a moment before transmitting back a response. "Chariot 9-4-3, this is... th-this is Token 6-4-8." It was hard to talk with her throat still trying to moisten after having a drink. She needed to think about how to properly communicate. She had to use Token's callsign. "Ready to receive your location... How copy?" Over the mic, her breaths were slow and laboured, indicating she likely had just awoken alongside Lucas. She cracked her legs as she stood, trying to get them awake and ready. Chariot was a name which stuck with her - it was the ODST squad Token would be supporting in their base assault. Perhaps he would have a better idea of what to do. Rylei wasn't even sure if this was normal yet.

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Maryvale of Daemon Blood

❰ FEMALE ⟡ EARLY - MID 20s ⟡ DARK KNIGHT ❱

_{T I T L E S}

The Dark Knight of Kron-Nesis; The Strongest Knight in the Realm; Guardian of Princess Azymn.

_{R A C E}

Halfling; daemon-human.

_{T R A I N I N G}

Maryvale has received extensive training from the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis, both in the way of her sword as well as her darkflame magic powers. Though not a practitioner of darkflame himself, the Grand Marshal is a user of light magic, therefore perfectly countering Maryvale and allowing her to never go overboard. The Dark Knight has received this training much of her life and has since become a master of darkflame magic and her sword, Dark Vibrance.

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

Dark Vibrance

Maryvale's sword personally crafted for her by royal blacksmiths. It is made of a heavy black material found deep within the mountains of Kelnore, making it a very rare resource. This resource has incredibly high magic conductivity, allowing one to channel magic through the sword itself, as well as nullify magic which comes in contact with it. The added weight allows the blade to strike harder and cut deeper, however Maryvale needs to remain in top condition to use it effectively. Her fighting style revolves around its top-heavy blade, often slashing in an arc. The blade is said to be nearly indestructible.

◈ Dark Armour:
Maryvale's armour isn't as special as her blade: it's an alloy of the same dark material her blade uses and steel (mainly steel). While this slightly strengthens the armour, as well as gives it a slight tolerance to her body's exertion of magic, the extra weight makes her heavier, and ultimately slower. It also doesn't do much to stop incoming magical attacks. The helmet is always worn in public.

◈ Journal:
Maryvale's journal helps her keep track of locations, creatures, and memories. Not being particularly intelligent and often forgetful has lead to its prolonged use. It is simple by design with a worn, red leather cover with a large 'M' printed on the front. Most of the handwriting inside is atrocious.

_{S P E L L S K I L L S}

◈ Darkflame:
An incredibly powerful and violent magic, darkflame magic is virtually never found in humans. Even by daemon and demon standards, this blood-related magic is steeped in legend, said to be used by ancient demonic royals. Inherited from one of her parents, Maryvale yields this magic with a gifted potency. With the help of her sword she can use it to send waves of arcing purple fire at her enemies, scorching and charring any who get in the way, able to turn some to ash with enough intensity. However, the magic isn't without its drawbacks.
Darkflame causes physical harm to those who wield it. Unless you're a pure-blooded daemon, you will be hurt whenever you use it, and Maryvale is no exception. Her armour and half-blood ancestry help weaken this slightly, however the injuries are still notable, especially when she uses high-intensity magic. Like some magic it also drains her stamina with use, so she also tires while sustaining injury.

_{O T H E R S K I L L S}

◈ Perceptive:
The Dark Knight has a strong sixth sense. If something is up she will often feel that something is wrong, though won't be able to tell if someone has an arrow aimed at her back. She's oddly good at puzzles despite her lack of intelligence.

◈ Intimidation:
With so much infamy, it is only natural that Maryvale would need the intimidating skills to back that up, and she certainly does. She conveys much of that intimidation through her body language and tone, which she is something of a master of using. It has come in handy once or twice before.

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◈ Forgetful:
For as great a combatant as The Dark Knight is, she is awfully inept out of combat. The first of the long list of failures is her inability to retain knowledge. This forgetfulness is pretty severe, and healers for the royal family suspect it is a form of amnesia. Some speculate it is due to injury, though others believe it could be due to her heritage. Regardless, her forgetfulness is so severe that if she didn't have her journal to remember things, she would be halfway to The Unknown North by now.

◈ Illiterate:
Maryvale cannot read or write very well. Though she speaks mostly alright, only fumbling with certain words, she has a complete lack of literacy skills, and is unable to complete tasks which require extensive reading or writing. Her tutor is non other than princess Azymn herself, however even she finds Maryvale's lack of reading and writing skills a challenge.

◈ Light and Ice:
The two hard-counters to Maryvale's otherwise unbeatable power are those skilled in ice and light magic. Light magic essentially nullifies her power completely, and skilled ice users can overcome the intense heat of darkflame and rid it when the ice melts. Though she has trained to fight opponents with these very magics, she is still at a disadvantage when facing an enemy using either or both of these magics.

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

Kron-Nesis; Royal Family of Kron-Nesis; Princess Azymn.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Stoic and serious, Maryvale is a woman of few words. She has been raised since her youth to be obedient, to take orders, to be a soldier, and has found only recently a voice for herself. The Dark Knight has a fondness for animals, often enjoying their company over people, as well as gardening, surprisingly. She has an utmost respect for the princess which she serves under, and considerably less respect (though respect nonetheless) for the remainder of the royal family. She reveres the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis as a father-figure as well as a savior, for he was the one who brought her out of slavery and into the realm of kings.

She can be rather secretive, particularly about her identity outside of the royal family and those within the castle. She's passionately sympathetic for people, a trait she picked up from Azymn, and likes to assist those in need where possible. Despite this passion, she isn't a member of the Order of the Radiant Sun, largely due to her lack of faith in general. In combat, she's merciless, and will not hesitate to deal with threats that face the princess. Her incredible combat prowess has made her a threatening presence, even intimidating, and leaves many-a-wrongdoer on-edge when she's around.

_{H I S T O R Y}

Maryvale's story begins young. She has no memory of her parents, and no real memory of her childhood. She knows she was taken in by strangers, but was left in the streets to fend for herself. The city of Dou didn't take well to beggars, thieves and poor. Maryvale, being a mix of all three, was an outcast. She was caught by the city guard when she was seven, and made to serve for a week. She had nobody to fall back on after her arrest,
if there was anyone before. She resigned herself to fate, giving up on life, starving in the backstreets of Dou. There was no God who could save her. No person willing to care.

No one... save the Grand Marshal of Kron-Nesis.
Fate had been kind to her the day they met. The Grand Marshal had lost his only daughter to illness months ago, a daughter so like his wife and unlike his two sons, who looked more like him. Maryvale had a striking resemblance to his deceased daughter. He couldn't help but feel as though he had been guided to her. It was only by chance that they had met, but it was a chance that turned Maryvale's life around completely.

She was thus named Maryvale, and became the daughter of Grand Marshal Lenius. While his sons held noble blood,
Maryvale was not allowed to pursue the luxuries of nobility with her brothers. The nobles of Kron-Nesis would never accept one of impure blood to become a noble, even if she had been adopted by the Grand Marshal himself.
Therefore, the only true way to show her worth as noble blood would be to have her become a knight.
It became clear when she unlocked her magic potential that she could become an important asset to the royal family. Lenius stressed that the young princess Azymn would need a friend as well as bodyguard to protect her at all times. That friend, that bodyguard, was Maryvale.

Despite the reluctance of the royal family, Maryvale proved her usefulness as a potential bodyguard and retainer. During her early teens she could defeat rookie members of the city guard and noble children of the same age as herself. Furthermore, her close relationship with princess Azymn was something the royals couldn't ignore, particularly when Azymn would cry when unable to play with her best friend. But Maryvale kept improving, both in status and ability, to the point where she was wanted as Azymn's retainer. When Lenius asked again during her fifteenth year, Maryvale officially became the royal retainer of princess Azymn.

Ever since, all Maryvale has done is continue to improve. She has saved Azymn's life a number of times now, and the princess has saved her dark knight's as well. While she no longer receives tutoring from Grand Marshal Lenius, the two do spar occasionally. She has been to parties, meetings with nobility, excursions outside of Kron-Nesis, and even some skirmishes. Maryvale is content with her life of servitude, and eternally grateful to the princess as well as the Grand Marshal. She continues to be Azymn's retainer, and will protect the princess with her life.

~ Halo: Oman ~

Rylei

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Name
Rylei Xandre

Gender
Female

Age
25

Place of Birth
Reach - Epsilon Eridani System

Military Branch
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper - 19th ODST Squad

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Appearance
Rylei is a 5'9, athletic young woman who comes in at around 65 kilograms, largely due to her hard-line training as an ODST. Her short hair is of a deep, dark brown with a faint hint of red, accompanied by equally brown eyes. Her skin tone is tanned, rarely ever changing colour from exposure to the sun, and most of her definition is evident in her arms and legs. People tend to think she's scowling a lot, but that's just her face - she's not entirely evil.

Attire
Rylei uses the Sharpshooter BDU variant, removing the standard right pauldron for more freedom and a toning down on chestplate armour slightly to increase maneuverability from a prone position. The left pauldron is larger and longer than it is originally, though not quite as long as traditional Sharpshooter pauldrons, serving as excellent protection for the arm and acting as a shield while prone. There is an optic function added to her helmet, too, which helps her with long-distance shots.

Weaponry
M392 DMR, M6G PDW, UNSC standard issue combat knife, M9 HE-DP grenades, and a grappling hook.

Squad

Squad 6 Delta 4 - Token

Second Lieutenant Morgan Heights - The cool yet not-so-calm leader of the ODST squad always managed to empathise with the rookies. His instincts were trusted more than any plan. M.I.A.

First Sargent Simone Euipore - The oldest member of the squad, Simone always had a good sense of judgement, and an even better sense of where to aim your shots. The sharpshooter which taught Rylei how Token worked. M.I.A.

Gunnery Sargent Chloe Michigan - A no-nonsense medic with a sadistic sense of humour. As a rule of thumb, never piss off the person who can keep you alive. M.I.A.

Corporal Karma Ostrolonov - A quiet CQC expert with a certain knack for languages. Often provides the best life advice and loves music. M.I.A.

Lance Corporal Laslow Harper - The womaniser with a thing for pain, Laslow fails to understand what the word 'no' means. Forever optimistic, he was the warmest welcome to Token Rylei received. M.I.A.

Private First Class Hibana Yuki - A cold-shouldered ODST with a competitive streak with Rylei. Always on the look out to prove herself and score a promotion before everyone else. M.I.A.

Private First Class Alexander Cormack - Working with explosives worked well for Cormack. He could blow up bad guys and not get shot at. Needs to work on his aim though. M.I.A.

Private First Class Rylei Xandre - One of the three new recruits for Fireteam Token, Rylei is attentive and serious. She tends to read a lot in her spare time, and shows the qualities of a great beginner sniper. M.I.A.

Rank
Private First Class

Specialisation
Marksman - able to act as a sniper, if a rifle is provided. Doubles as an unqualified pilot.

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Personality
Rylei is the kind of person to do whatever is told of her. Always attentive to rank and doing things by the books, she has a firm understanding of the fact that experience trumps everything. Sometimes she will complain, but will never truly defy an order, and believes firmly in the confidence of her superiors. Though she appears totally serious and driven on the surface, she often has mental episodes of apathy where she won't want to do anything except read, given the chance. She has the makings for a great sniper in the fact she's very patient and attentive, however her lack of experience in the field is a worry. She's a talented soldier who needs a guiding hand.

Biography
Rylei Xandre is the oldest child of the Xandre family. Born and raised on Reach into prestige, she was groomed to take over Xandre Co, one of Reach's largest family-owned businesses. Having grown up in New Alexandria, Rylei has never been shy of heights, and always took a liking to the scenic views provided by her family's apartment within one of the many towering skyscrapers. She would often sketch out the skies with a particular attention to detail, and when she wasn't sketching, she would be reading, either for study or leisure.

This attention to detail would later grant Rylei the position of marksman for Token Squad, however it was her interest in piloting which got her signed up for the UNSC. She'd always, ALWAYS been a nut for flying. Every time she and her family went on flights, be it for business or vacation, Rylei always wanted to sit as close to the front as possible to see if she could work out the controls. Space cruises especially had a particular sway over Rylei, and she long dreamed of having her own ship to pilot.

Yet the question remains: Why the UNSC?

In truth, her primary guiding force was fiction. Fiction in the music she heard, the games she played, the ships she drew and the stories she'd read. Thanks to fiction, Rylei became heavily invested in physical and mental fitness during her teenage years, and began using virtual reality as a training ground for real life. It eventually became a routine of hers to train marksmanship in VR, as well as learn all the basic training.

By the time enlistment had come around, she already stood out among the other rookies.

She met Alexander and Hibana during training and the three, despite heavily contrasting personalities, developed a kind of connection. Each soldier went their separate ways into their respective fields, with Rylei taking up piloting. There was one thing she'd neglected a lot during her time playing in VR though:

Playing a proper flight simulation.

Despite scoring so well in marksmanship, her dream to become a pilot looked bleak. Turned out her lack of former experience in VR had resulted in a mediocre performance in the air, which didn't bode well for her dream to become a pilot. As her father was against her becoming a pilot due to their apparently high casualty rates, there was very little breathing room for Rylei.

So she became a marksman. Funnily enough, she, Hibana and Alex were again put together as recruits to a UNSC Marine Forward Recon team, and as a result grew quite close. The three stuck together throughout much of their time in Forward Recon, and eventually grew quite close as a team and as friends. Eventually the time came for a transfer: Token Squad, an ODST team who specialised in Forward Recon, had lost valuable men whose positions needed to be filled. The trio were the best match, and so they were moved from Marines to ODSTs barely a few days before Operation Grey Axe. Dropping in, Token Squad was late to the party, and bad drops resulted in many members getting split up. Currently all members of Token Squad are M.I.A.

Service-History
Operation Singing Lady [2550] - An ambush set for a large Covenant force. Highly successful operation, with minimal casualties and total defeat of Covenant primary forces plus their reinforcements.

Operation Clockwork [2551] - A Corvette left behind by the Covenant is forcefully taken from its remaining defenders. A successful operation, with Rylei receiving small burns on her body which have since healed.

Operation Ghost of Midnight [2551] - Marine forward recon teams sent to scout a Covenant F.O.B. for an artillery strike. One of the teams was discovered and, unfortunately, only two made it back alive from that team. A large success with minimal casualties.

Operation Swan [2552] - A taxing, heavy frontal assault on a Covenant base. Rylei and her team provided sniper support for their allies. Success with large casualties.

Transfer to ODST [2552]

Operation Grey Axe [2552] - In-progress. Rylei W.I.A., team M.I.A.

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Affiliations
Hibana - Rylei's self-proclaimed rival. The two work well together if the need ever arises, however don't expect them to cooperate if there's a choice. Somehow they're friends. She's an engineer.

Alexander Cormack - The passive demo man who cannot aim. He's always been supportive of both Rylei and Hibana, able to mediate for the both of them. Always has a joke lined up which appeals to Rylei's sense of humour.

Token Squad - Although she barely knows them, Rylei has made the decision to trust Token with her life, and they have chosen the same with her.

Xandre Family - Rylei's family back on Reach. She hasn't been able to contact them all year, though wanted to do so after her first mission as an ODST. Wants to prove to her father she can protect herself.

Notable Traits
- Bookworm.
- Highly analytical; a little too logical at times. Lacks a whole lot of common sense.
- Inventive. Just check out her grappling hook!
- Posh accent which sounds British.

Theme Song
"I see their heads..."