Joker892

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Jason looked to Brienna with amused smile and chuckled. "No, I've been to busy with my families farm to focus on relationships," he said with a shrug. "Though I admit the thought of finding that certain someone has crossed my mind. A loving wife, happy kids and a good piece of land for us all to live on," he said as he pictured the image. It seemed like a very good life and reminded him of his parents. That's basically how they started out and life for them was good. "What about you, ever think about that stuff?" he asked with curiosity.

@Wick

Pirates! Adventure! Treasure! And a demon?!

Still sound fun to me.

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'Guard work? Well, as long as it pays it's fine. Plus I'll have Brienna close by incase I need her help,' he reasoned in his head with a smile. His thoughts though were cut off as Brienna came to a stop by a window. Jason was about to ask why they stopped, but he was cut off by several bright lights from outside. He followed her gaze and was met with the breath taking sight of fireworks lighting up the sky. He stared at the sight with amazement before hearing Brienna whisper her question of his time into his ear with her smooth soft voice. Jason felt his smile grow as he stared at the sight. Memories of his childhood flooded his mind and he began to think of his hometowns famous firework festival. He always went with his family and enjoyed the show with joy and laughter.

Jason slowly nodded and replied while still staring at the breath taking sight. "Yeah, we sure do. Ours were more advanced then these seeing as how we could form images, or spell out words with well placed fireworks, but even in the past they're still amazing," he explained with a soft smile as a certain memory of his mother drifted into his head. He chuckled and shook his head. "Ya know, my mom actually loved fireworks. She said they lit up the soul even in the darkest of times. She'd even give us a sparkler, a small stick that had sparks fly from the end you lit it from, and told us that the sparks were like the human heart. They may go out, but with a small flame they would reignite and keep going on," he said and rubbed the back of his head with red cheeks and an embarrassed chuckle. "She also get on my case when I used them to dual other boys in a sparkler war," he laughed at the memories, but stopped once he realized his rambling. He scratched his cheek and gave a sheepish smile. "A-anyways, they're basically the same as they are back home." he said as he looked back to Brienna, only to freeze. The fireworks lit up her face and gave her a beautiful image, almost as if she was a rare jewel that has been untouched for ages and kept its natural beauty. He cleared his throat and looked back to the show.

@Wick

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@GarlandDaHero

Whoops, fixed it.

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Jason let out a heavy sigh as he walked by Brienna's side and rubbed his newly patch up head. He winced at the slightest touch and kept the cloaks hood down to insure it didn't rub against it. "Your friend's nice, but he need to learn to be more careful when it comes to driving a needle into someone's head," he mumbled and looked to Brienna with a smile. "Great cook though," he chuckled before falling short of his jokes once he fully got a clear view of his companions appearance. He had heard William say something about her looking beautiful, but he was to busy devouring his meal to notice. Now that he looks at her, she was absolutely stunning. Jason felt his cheeks warm up, but looked away while clearing his throat. "A-anyways, you said you found a place for me to crash right? Where is it?" he asked while still avoiding eye contact with her.

@Wick

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Mark let a small grin roll onto his face as he rest his sword on his shoulder. "Oh I'm ready, I need to let off a bit of steam," he chuckled with a vicious look in his eyes. With all the crap that's happen he needs to shed a bit of blood. "Lets go you two, the sooner we stomp out these Goblins the sooner we can get our pay," he said before marching in the direction of their soon to be defeated enemies.

@GarlandDaHero@HokumPocus

Ravenholm

Alex

Picture:

His looks.

Basic Information:

Name: Alex Richards.

Gender: Male.

Age: 19

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single and ready to mingle.

In Depth Information

Appearance: Stands at a height of 5'10 and weighs at 186 lbs without his gear. His body is toned and built for agility thanks to his training. His skin is a bit pale, he has grey eyes and messy black hair.

Personality: Alex is a thrill seeker and enjoys his line of work as a bounty hunter. He is always ready for a chance to jump into danger with a smile and will laugh at death while letting loose all he has on his enemies. Some would simply label him as an insane bastard who looks to end his life within the heat of battle, but those who know him see him in a different light. Once he is out of the battlefield he has a much more relaxed attitude and is kind hearted towards others. He will sometimes fall into these quite moods, but will say he is fine when asked.

Clothing: He usually wears a simple grey hoodie with baggy jeans and his combat boots, but on the job he wears his light tactical gear. He has a bullet proof vest with four patches on his chest that hold his ammo. He has a few armored pads on his knees and elbows and wears black fingerless gloves.

Weaponry: Alex's uses his trusty P90 submachine gun, his sidearm is a 1911 and finally has a brass knuckle knife.

Equipment: Bullet proof vest, radio, flares, two flash bangs, three iron handcuffs and a taser.

Spiritual Information:

Beliefs: He knows someone's watching him, but he has a feeling who ever is there is not happy with him.

Religious Trinkets: A small cross necklace.

Skills:
- Strengths: Fast runner, very agile, a decent shot and is an expert at hand-to-hand combat.

- Weaknesses: Cocky, loses focus when having fun in battle, reckless and is not that durable when it comes to taking damage.

Traits:

Likes: Fighting, making bets, his big brother Franklin and his job.

Dislikes: Weak enemies, boring people, mutants and running out of ammo.

Fears: Being helpless.

Historical Information
Biography: Many don't know Alex's past, but in his eyes many can see a long path of struggles and pain, though he will always wave it all off with a smile and tells those who ask to talk to his brother about it.

Extra: Keeps a large X shaped scar on his back hidden.

Franklin

Picture:

His looks.

Basic Information
Name: Franklin Richards
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single.

In Depth Information
Appearance: He stands at a height of 6'1 and weighs 198 lbs. He's built for combat and heavy lifting. Many scars cover his body and a tattoo of a cross is on the right side of his chest. His skin is well tanned, he has brown eyes and short brown hair.
Personality: Franklin is a man of business and likes to keep it that way when on the job. Off the clock he can be somewhat social, but likes to spend less time with large crowds and stick with the smaller ones. In combat he is always focus on not only his target, but his little brother since he can sometimes go crazy in the heat of battle. He will always do what's best for his brother and makes those who harm him pay with their lives. He is also a man who keeps to his word, once he says he'll do something, not even death will keep him from fulfilling his promise.
Clothing: Franklin likes to keep it light and wears his green camo pants and jacket. He wears his black shirt under his jacket and black combat boots.
Weaponry: M4A1 Assault Rifle, 44 Magnum and a hatchet.
Equipment: Three explosive grenades, radio, lockpicks, business cards and gas mask.

Spiritual Information
Beliefs: A man of god, well sometimes he is anyways. He sometimes follows his demons instead of the light.
Religious Trinkets: Golden cross necklace.

Skills
- Strengths: Excellent shot, tough, hand-to-hand expert and always is looking for weak points.
- Weaknesses: Stubborn, slow, easy to see and narrow minded.

Traits
Likes: His little brother Alex, a job well done, money and his weapons.
Dislikes: Mutants, anyone who ruins his job, no money and cats.
Fears: Losing his bother.

Historical Information
Biography
Franklin is very picky when it comes to explaining his past, but the most he revealed is that he's Alex's bigger brother and that they are both well known bounty hunters. They've hunted all sorts of people and mutants and have made a name for themselves as the Bounty Hunting Brothers! As to what set them on this path, no one knows. He's only told those who he trust and that is a very few people.

Extra
Has recurring nightmares.

~ Halo: Oman ~

A low sigh escaped Vick as he laid his head back onto the cement wall of the destroyed bunker he and a few random Marines had taken shelter in after the enemy began bombing their outpost. The silence nearly brought Vick and the others to sheer madness. He looked around with tired eyes to see that the others weren't looking to hot either. Sleep had become rare in the past few days thanks to the Covenants constant attacks on their outpost and had left many scattered around its brutalized remains. Ammo, food and medical supplies were also becoming scarce thanks to a well placed strike on their main compound that contained such supplies. In total twenty Marines remained in the outpost, five were with him in this bunker while the rest were scattered somewhere else. If that didn't sound shitty enough, he had also been separated with the remaining members of his team. After a day of trudging and ducking into cover he had stumbled onto this outpost. He thought it'd be easier then the frontlines, but he quickly learned there was no frontline anymore as a wave of Covenant forces assaulted them. Its been like that for days now and the remaining UNSC Marines of outpost Charlie were beginning to break.

He scoffed and lowered his head with a dry chuckle. "Great first deployment," he mumbled while shaking his head. After a few more minutes of dead silence the radio that was set up in the bunker came to life and was able to transmit Vick and his fellow Marines froze and stared at the radio with shock before one of them, Sam if Vick could remember correctly, rushed towards it and began to mess with it to clear up the transmission. After a few frustrated grunts several voice sprang up from the radio and a large smile found its way onto the Marines face.

"Holy shit, more people! Ha!" Sam cackled as he cleared his throat and began to respond. "This is Sargent Sam Peters of Bravo team 1-4 with the UNSC Marines, if any UNSC personnel can hear me we are located at outpost Charlie, north of-" he was cut off as a Marine near a caved in wall received a plasma shot to the head. He collapsed under his weight and as he crashed into the ground all hell broke loose. An eruption of gun and plasma fire filled the sky and distant screams echoed over the field. Vick scrambled to his feet with his rifle in hand and dived towards the same caved in wall the Marine had died next to.

"Fuck!" he shouted with frustration as he peek out of his cover to return fire with the oncoming Covenant forces. As he fired burst rounds and began to identify the threats. "We got Grunts and fucking Brutes closing in, light those bastards up!" he roared over the gunfire before continuing his own assault. Sam grunted and went back to the radio.

"We are under attack by Covenant forces and can use assistance from any near by UNSC personnel! I'm marking our outpost with a distress signal, be advised Covenant forces are south of our position so watch where you come in fro- ARGH!" he howled in pain as a needler round buried its self into his back. He fell to his knees, but before he crashed to the ground he set the distress signal and grunted before letting his weight take over. Vick watched as Sam fell and gritted his teeth in anger.

"Damn it!" he screamed before popping back out of his cover to empty his entire magazine in the enemies direction. He went to reload and found only a few magazines remained. Hopefully back up will arrive.

Ravenholm

Alex

Picture:

His looks.

Basic Information:

Name: Alex Richards.

Gender: Male.

Age: 19

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single and ready to mingle.

In Depth Information

Appearance: Stands at a height of 5'10 and weighs at 186 lbs without his gear. His body is toned and built for agility thanks to his
training. His skin is a bit pale, he has grey eyes and messy black hair.

Personality: Alex is a thrill seeker and enjoys his line of work as a bounty hunter. He is always ready for a chance to jump into danger with a smile and will laugh at death while letting loose all he has on his enemies. Some would simply label him as an insane bastard who looks to end his life within the heat of battle, but those who know him see him in a different light. Once he is out of the battlefield he has a much more relaxed attitude and is kind hearted towards others. He will sometimes fall into these quite moods, but will say he is fine when asked.

Clothing: He usually wears a simple grey hoodie with baggy jeans and his combat boots, but on the job he wears his light tactical gear. He has a bullet proof vest with four patches on his chest that hold his ammo. He has a few armored pads on his knees and elbows and wears black fingerless gloves.

Weaponry: Alex's uses his trusty P90 submachine gun, his sidearm is a 1911 and finally has a brass knuckle knife.

Equipment: Bullet proof vest, radio, flares, two flash bangs, three iron handcuffs and a taser.

Spiritual Information:

Beliefs: He knows someone's watching him, but he has a feeling who ever is there is not happy with him.

Religious Trinkets: A small cross necklace.

Skills:
- Strengths: Fast runner, very agile, a decent shot and is an expert at hand-to-hand combat.

- Weaknesses: Cocky, loses focus when having fun in battle, reckless and is not that durable when it comes to taking damage.

Traits:

Likes: Fighting, making bets, his big brother Franklin and his job.

Dislikes: Weak enemies, boring people, mutants and running out of ammo.

Fears: Being helpless.

Historical Information
Biography: Many don't know Alex's past, but in his eyes many can see a long path of struggles and pain, though he will always wave it all off with a smile and tells those who ask to talk to his brother about it.

Extra: Keeps a large X shaped scar on his back hidden.

Hope this is good enough, I can get his brother up later.

Ravenholm

Cool, this sounds fun. I can have a CS sheet up in a bit, or later tonight.