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You can only have so many strong silent types who observe everything. Also I think we already have a Tactical specialist haha. Though I like the Angle of a Pilot, we don't have anything like equipment Operators, some one who can pretty much get in the seat of something and drive. So could make like an Equipment operator. Some one who knows how to Fly/drive anything we might need. Would also recommend another specialization as well. Have to remember these people need to stand out from the rest. That's just my two cents.

So had An Idea for a Supernatural styled Western. It would be set in the old west, people living on the frontier. A small town were a near by mine is the primary source of work. Though they have more then just bandits and outlaws to deal with. The town is a focal point for many supernatural things, that most people seem un-aware of. The plot will start off as a near by gang of bandits is plaguing the town, but one day a man simply known as the Drifter shows up and starts causing trouble for them.

So that is the basics of it. I'll got in to further detail in the OOC just want to see if there is any interest in an RP like this at all, as well as willing to accept input from others, so if you have any ideas please tell me I'm more then happy to listen.
I like how Seth and Jax are the same but also very different. Jax views things form a distance and likes to be on the outside looking in where he can see everything. Seth is more up close and likes to watch the more detailed world.
Jax sat in his chair as he stopped playing with his knife and soon returned it to the sheath on his belt. He waited for every member of the team to stand up and move out of the room before he finally fallowed suit. He was used to bringing up the rear, so it felt most familiar to him even in simple situations like this. Keeping a few steps back he fallowed everyone along the hallway. He looked around as he did as well. The building was so, clean and proper. He honestly hadn't seen anything like it in a very long time. Most of the time operating out of a ship or station, going to places that were even less well maintained some times. That was the nature of the beast though. Everyone on earth had power and money, it makes since that every thing is well maintained. Soon enough though they arrived at the elevator shaft. He kept to hime self and observed the others, watching them as they waited.

After time seemed to pass by slower waiting on the elevator, but finally it arrived. Moving he leaned against the railings on the side of it. Even the rails on this fright elevator was sturdy. He'd been on some elevators that you doubted would make it the floor you wanted, and it was miracle when you did. Reaching up he pushed just underneath this left ear. The cybernetics in his eyes coming to life. Soon every one was highlighted and there names and saber numbers were shown. It even showed life signs. He assumed these were readings from there own IFFs. He decided to leave him active, as the elevator came to life and they were soon on there way to retrieve equipment.
*Glare*
Destinyfail....is that some sort of weird male sailor moon thing in your sig...it scares me
Jax watched as Saf put her hand on her side arm. He waited for her to make a move, they were both experts in hand to hand combat, hell everyone in the room probably was, But she specialized in it. But she was brash and aggressive, tended to act before thinking. These were things he could take advantage of, these were also things you didn't want in a black operative. Though he felt the Docs hands on his own as he lowered his knife, but kept his eyes on saf. His own posture never changed, he was still sitting in a relaxed state as he flipped and spun his knife around once more. Looking at her, she had another outburst. In Jax's eyes she was quickly becoming the biggest liability.

In the field this spat wouldn't effect Jax, he had team mates that he didn't get along with before. Once on the field though mission took priority. Jax had learned to separate himself, Jax became Ghost. Her he wasn't so sure about, she seemed to controlled by emotion. He turned his head over to the screen once more as he pushed everything down. Right not it didn't really matter, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be watching her closely in the field to see how she act.s
Jax was un-phased by the man appearing on the screen as he finally looked up moving his head toward the screen. To him none of this was new, missions with very little prep time or briefing. Though something caught his eye. He looked over to 09 as she reached down and he rose an eye brow. Jax was very perceptive, it was one of the things that made him such a good sniper. Looking down he saw her wrist device turning on. That made his brow furrow as he looked at her, "you" He looked at her pointing his knife at her "off" His knife moved to point down at her wrist. His tone was very serious as he wouldn't let anything compromise him, or his team.

Very little of any of Jax's operations were recorded. Most of his record simply has operations he was a part of, what he did and his contributions were all classified at the highest levels. Anonymity was the name of the game. Once on mission, they no longer existed. The idea of being recorded bothered him as there would be a record of involvement. He wasn't about to change things now. It should be slightly obvious that he was black ops. His out of regs hair style for one, his slack wear of his uniform, and the fact that he wore no rank or insignia, only a name tape that said "Ghost Reaper"
yea, the whole Point of Black Ops is just that...it's dark. Meaning it's pretty much off the record. If you get caught behind enemy lines...well you were never there in the first place. It's kind of understood that if a black ops mission goes south, you can only rely on you and your team to get out of it. The government abandoned you the instant you started the mission, offering minimal support for what is required to get the mission done. If things go to far south, you are cut off. If you live "yay they made it back" if not...well there is no record of you ever being there in he first place...Don't you love politics.


Feel like I should point out this isn't really a jab at anyone. Just kind of a statement, it's understandable that for everyone but Jax and Seth this is all new, seeing as far as I can tell they are the only two that done black ops before, Seth for a bit, and jax it was most of his career. Though I do feel like saf would at least have some understanding of how such operations work even if she had never been apart of one.
Alex sat and watched as the red head showed of her ability to make produce fire. He rose an eyebrow as he found thought that brought 'fiery red head' to a whole new meaning. Smirking only half of his lips curled up as he watched with interest. Soon the albino was volunteering as Alex kept watching with interest. It appeared that at this point no one had really noticed him sitting up there. He didn't mind though as he looked over to that mysterious man who cam up in the elevator. He defiantly seemed the most interesting out of the bunch.
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