Is it strange that I want to be at school right now
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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
Just a note to anyone who made a fire team on their cs, and to new players who are making a cs; (from my research) a fire team consists of about three soldiers and a team leader, generally a corporal, a squad consists of twelve and is comandeered by a sergeant, a platoon consists of thirty and is comandeered by an officer/lieutenant. This is just to help you guys out as having a fire team with around twenty people is a bit unrealistic.
Appearance (I can't find a good picture) Dean is a well built man with bony features, his lips are thin and sometimes invisible, bits of stubble can be seen on various parts of his face, his hair is dark and cut to the suitable length required for a UNSC marine and a tattoo covers his shoulder symbolising the UNSC Corpsmen, a pole with wings and two snakes twisting around it. His face is thin and long with his cheekbones protruding outwards, he stands at 5"11 inches and weighs about 180lbs. His hands are large and soft, fit for working on wounded men without causing much pain and/or pressure on their wounds, his leg muscles seem to be the largest of his all round build due to his morning runs everyday.
Attire Dean dons the Marine-Corpsman armour, white with red stripes, as such armour covers most of his body besides his joints, red wings are marked on the back of his torso armour, two pouches are strapped to his hips on either side and a larger one at the back, on his chest are four more.
MIA might mean they are alive and at the extraction point or they are literally missing
Fireteam sierra four - Himself, medic - Private Jahana Chakarov, grenadier (WIA, Evac from battle) - Private Enrico Santiana, field communications (KIA) - Corporal (team leader) Zhou Xi, rifleman (MIA)
Fireteam sierra three - Private Daniel Mckenzie, rifleman (KIA) - Private Antonio Ciro, engineer (KIA) - Lance corporal Eechiro Takeda, marksman (MIA) - Corporal Jenny May, rifleman (KIA)
(Closer to the front lines)
Fireteam sierra two - Private Richard Stock, rifleman (WIA, Evac from battle) - Private Stephan Hall, rifleman (KIA) - Lance corporal Leeroy Browning, heavy weapons (KIA) - Corporal Andrew Fisher, rifleman (KIA)
Echo - Hospital corpsman Malcome Dower - Private Kieren Francesco
Rank Hospital corpsman third class
Specialisation Technically he isn't a part of the marines or the ODST, he is a corpsman from the UNSC navy, a medic.
Personality He works religiously, as in he loves to help people, when in a combat situation he blacks out and forgets about the battle, focussing only on the wounded. Due to his forgetfulness of dangerous situations he becomes insanely courageous, leaping into the battlefield, away from the safety of a trench, to save the life of the wounded, sometimes he gets there a bit too late and realises his position trying to aid a dead man and is face to face with alien blaster fire. He's pissed about being left behind on a planet, alone, with zero to not much of a chance of survival, nevertheless he does his job and people survive.
Biography at a young age he was enticed to join the navy, always being interested in the medical area he joined the hospital Corpsmen. For three years he served as a medic in the navy, working in the confines of several UNSC ships until he was drafted and became a marine medic/corpsman, though, he still stayed in the headquarters as a medic for evacees and trainees who bumped a knee. Another two years and he was sent to serve on the front lines as a combat medic/corpsman, this is his first battle in the front lines as a corpsman and he's scared shitless.
Service-History -Countless patrol raids from pirates, corsairs, aliens and smugglers. -Served in the field hospitals on his home World, treating wounded soldiers from off World battles and other trainees.
Affiliations Captain Price, his cousin in another offworld operation.
Notable Traits he can make a stilt with just about anything.
Place of Birth Dean was born in new Carthage, in the inner colonies.
Military Branch UNSC Navy, 83rd Hospital Corpsmen
Appearance (I can't find a good picture) Dean is a well built man with bony features, his lips are thin and sometimes invisible, bits of stubble can be seen on various parts of his face, his hair is dark and cut to the suitable length required for a UNSC marine and a tattoo covers his shoulder symbolising the UNSC Corpsmen, a pole with wings and two snakes twisting around it. His face is thin and long with his cheekbones protruding outwards, he stands at 5"11 inches and weighs about 180lbs. His hands are large and soft, fit for working on wounded men without causing much pain and/or pressure on their wounds, his leg muscles seem to be the largest of his all round build due to his morning runs everyday.
Attire Dean dons the Marine-Corpsman armour, white with red stripes, as such armour covers most of his body besides his joints, red wings are marked on the back of his torso armour, two pouches are strapped to his hips on either side and a larger one at the back, on his chest are four more.
Fireteam Fireteam sierra one - Himself, medic - Private Jahana Chakarov, grenadier (WIA, Evac from battle) - Private Enrico Santiana, field communications (KIA) - Corporal (team leader) Zhou Xi, rifleman (MIA)
Rank Hospital corpsman third class (I think this is the equivalent to private)
Specialisation Technically he isn't a part of the marines or the ODST, he is a corpsman from the UNSC navy, a medic.
Personality He works religiously, as in he loves to help people, when in a combat situation he blacks out and forgets about the battle, focussing only on the wounded. Due to his forgetfulness of dangerous situations he becomes insanely courageous, leaping into the battlefield, away from the safety of a trench, to save the life of the wounded, sometimes he gets there a bit too late and realises his position trying to aid a dead man and is face to face with alien blaster fire. He's pissed about being left behind on a planet, alone, with zero to not much of a chance of survival, nevertheless he does his job and people survive.
Biography at a young age he was enticed to join the navy, always being interested in the medical area he joined the hospital Corpsmen. For three years he served as a medic in the navy, working in the confines of several UNSC ships until he was drafted and became a marine medic/corpsman, though, he still stayed in the headquarters as a medic for evacees and trainees who bumped a knee. Another two years and he was sent to serve on the front lines as a combat medic/corpsman, this is his first battle in the front lines as a corpsman and he's scared shitless.
Service-History -Countless patrol raids from pirates, corsairs, aliens and smugglers. -Served in the field hospitals on his home World, treating wounded soldiers from off World battles and other trainees.
Affiliations Captain Price, his cousin in another offworld operation.
Notable Traits he can make a stilt with just about anything.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>