MaskedHeroZ

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Oh, okay. I wasn't sure. I didn't want to be posting too quickly and hogging space.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Heroic said
MaskedHeroZ, Wash is Nytefall's character. Mine is West. :P

I just realized that. X_X

Sorry for the mistake, I edited my last post to correct it. xD

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Arizona stopped in his tracks as West addressed him, he had been so close to avoiding conversation, but his peer just had to talk to him. Was it some cosmic law that stated he would never find joy in anything? Did someone despise him that much? He didn't know, but that didn't stop him from blaming said unknown force for his luck.

'You're not a bad guy, just a very annoying imbecile.' Arizona thought as he let out the most over-dramatic sigh he could muster while still wearing a helmet. Reluctantly turning to face West, taking in many of his details for future reference. He didn't look like much, at least not to him. What was he expecting from some dumb sniper though? Admittedly not much.

"What is it you want to talk about?" He asked bluntly, just really wanting to get whatever the other Agent had in mind out of the way. "I'm not going to start gushing over my life story to you, if that's what it is." He added as a precaution, knowing full well how new recruits tried to bond in such a way. He wasn't going to go through that again, not ever.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Arizona froze, he just heard someone talking to themselves in the hallway, or rather the one he was about to round. Eyes going wide beneath his helmet, he pressed himself against the wall as close as he physically could. This was bad, he was expecting to just walk by people, groups of people that is. Too preoccupied with their own chit-chat to really pay attention to him wandering, if someone was alone that meant they probably wanted to be alone or were looking for someone to talk to. There was no way he was going to be that person.

Daring to peek, he could see they had not moved position just yet. He vaguely recalled the man being the sniper during the training exercise. Just of course it had to be him, the universe was laughing it's head off just about now. Trying to calm himself down, Arizona took in a deep breath. He just needed to walk pass the guy and look like he was busy. There was no pressure to that, he excelled at ignoring others and being ignored by them. This would be a piece of cake.

Taking his first step around the corner, Arizona stared straight forward and began to move.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Arizona glared at Washington beneath his helmet. It was bad enough he had to hear the Director try and tell him to mingle with others, but the other Agent's idiocy grated at him. Severely. It was better he left before he snapped at the man, while he didn't care for what the others' thought of him, it was more a matter of self-respect. He wouldn't lower himself to speak to him. Holstering his Grenade Launcher, Arizona walked out of the training room without another word.

He needed some place to hide out until he was called up to the Medical Bay. He didn't want any of his peers to try and get friendly with him, he was fine all by himself, knowing people just watered down the experience of being him. His assigned quarters seemed the most likely place to keep his distance from the others, if anything, he could pretend to be asleep. Wandering into the room, he was surprised to find it was a bit cozy. Not exactly small, but everything was grouped together just like he liked it. The walls were honestly a bit tacky for his tastes though, he understood he was Arizona now, he didn't need to be reminded of that.

Putting away his Grenade Launcher and M6G, he only kept his knife exactly where it was. It was all he needed honestly, at least around friendlies. It was more of a attachment than actual threat prevention, like a child with a blanket. Though, he would murder anyone who made that comparison. If anyone would find him that is. Actually, now that he thought about it, hiding in plain sight was an effective measure on it's own. It would seem odd not to be seen by at least a couple people, he didn't necessarily have to talk to them.

It was ingenious and he liked it, walking back out of his room. The door locking behind him with a satisfying click, Arizona went out to walk around and hope that he was called quickly to the Medical Bay.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Bullets whizzed past Arizona's head as he bobbed and weaved between the buildings of the village. The two machines behind him were relentless in their pursuit, having turned the game of predator and prey on it's head. He wasn't obliged to give them such a title, but they've earned it as they continued to try and out-flank him. The sounds of other battles filled his ears as he passed by other Agents on his run, they were just distractions so he wouldn't have to deal with more than he was already.

There was a flash of light from one alleyway and the usual ringing sign of a flash-grenade being used. It gave him an idea, not particularly a smart one, or even a sane one. But he wasn't really caring to those two aspects. Reaching for his Grenade Launcher, Arizona hurriedly pointed it at a nearby wall and shot one of the explosives. The small grenade bounced off the hard surface and came back towards him. It was do-or-die time for him, so without another thought he jumped.

The resulting explosion was a lot smaller than he expected, but it served it's purpose. Turning to see his two aggressors laying in respective heaps, almost made him feel like he had accomplished something. Of course, Arizona knew they would begin to move again. The universe had a funny way of messing with him like that. They did of course start to get back on their feet, but he was prepared. Hitting both of them back down with his weapon, until they were little more than gears and scrap metal It wasn't the same as bullets penetrating through, but he didn't care. He just really hated these machines now.

With a sigh, he stalked back over to where he had seen some of the other Agents, hiding in the shadows until he spotted an opening.

Space-Rose-Galaxyia: A sci-fi/fantasy soap-opera. (With explosions!)

Just still a WIP, will finish it when I get more time.

WIP

CS:
Appearance: Standing at six and a half feet, with a large frame, Battride can be best described as a reptilian humanoid; or to be specific a crocodile.
Name: Battride The Magnificent;Originally Battride'Ju'Kaiz (Roughly translates to The Void)
Race: Sebok
Age: 120 years old
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skills: A very competent captain, Battride has been known to fulfill many of the roles one would come to expect on a interstellar ship from navigation to piloting. He's done it all at least twice, and hasn't crashed yet. He is also an avid fan of swordsmanship, while not exactly classically trained, he more than makes up for it with strength and determination. On the more mundane part of things, Battride knows how to knit quite well, given the material and chance he can create whole wardrobes.
Powers: As per his species, Battride possess great strength and speed. Along with an amphibious nature, that allows him to survive underwater for extended periods of time. Not to mention his tail, claws, and jaw set that can be very frightening weapons on their own.
Home:
Bio: (Long history of character)
Recent history: (Recent stuff, why are you where you are now?)
Other: (Anything else I was too scatterbrained to put here)

Race CS:
Name: Sebok
Origin: A small cluster of planets near the outer ridges of the Petal quadrant
General looks: Bi-pedal humanoid reptiles. Different sub-species exist within this race, such as ones that
Language: Originally, there was a single unified language for all of the Sebok. It began to split off however, becoming muddied by different dialects and separations. Eventually when humans began to interact with them, most Sebok adopted their language to better distance themselves from their old one.
General powers: Strength, Amphibious
History: (More for those who want to go a little deeper)
Technology level:
Life expectancy: 200-300 years old
Other: (Again, what I couldn't think to put)

Space-Rose-Galaxyia: A sci-fi/fantasy soap-opera. (With explosions!)

Just still a WIP, will finish it when I get more time.

WIP

CS:
Appearance: Standing at six and a half feet, with a large frame, Battride can be best described as a reptilian humanoid; or to be specific a crocodile.
Name: Battride The Magnificent;Originally Battride'Ju'Kaiz (Roughly translates to The Void)
Race: Sebok
Age: 120 years old
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skills: A very competent captain, Battride has been known to fulfill many of the roles one would come to expect on a interstellar ship from navigation to piloting. He's done it all at least twice, and hasn't crashed yet. He is also an avid fan of swordsmanship, while not exactly classically trained, he more than makes up for it with strength and determination. On the more mundane part of things, Battride knows how to knit quite well, given the material and chance he can create whole wardrobes.
Powers: As per his species, Battride possess great strength and speed. Along with an amphibious nature, that allows him to survive underwater for extended periods of time. Not to mention his tail, claws, and jaw set that can be very frightening weapons on their own.
Home:
Bio: (Long history of character)
Recent history: (Recent stuff, why are you where you are now?)
Other: (Anything else I was too scatterbrained to put here)

Race CS:
Name: Sebok
Origin: A small cluster of planets near the outer ridges of the Petal quadrant
General looks: Bi-pedal humanoid reptiles. Different sub-species exist within this race, such as ones that
Language: Originally, there was a single unified language for all of the Sebok. It began to split off however, becoming muddied by different dialects and separations. Eventually when humans began to interact with them, most Sebok adopted their language to better distance themselves from their old one.
General powers: Strength, Amphibious
History: (More for those who want to go a little deeper)
Technology level:
Life expectancy: 200-300 years old
Other: (Again, what I couldn't think to put)

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Yeah, this is exactly what Arizona wanted to see when he woke up that morning; A mechanized army coming to beat his head in. He honestly should have suspected something of the sort when he joined up with the secretive project, still, he liked to believe he had hoped for something better. He didn't of course, so that's why he was quick to move after one of his moronic peers tried to jump straight into the fray and another found it necessary to run away from the incoming wave.

"Imbeciles" He muttered to himself as he stalked away from the main group of Agents, already forming out a plan as he found a hiding place among the shadows of the village. He would out-flank the machines and use his explosives to dispose of them quickly, or he would have, if one didn't turn a corner. The machine's back was to him though, so he had one shot to take it down.

Taking out his combat knife in one deft movement, he crept closer behind the black armored machine, flipping the blade so it would go straight down through it's neck. Without another thought, he struck at his target with as much force he could muster. The metal of the knife sinking into the metal that made up the machine itself, it felt somewhat satisfying to Arizona. That was, until the machine began to turn and face him.

"Dammit." Was all the poor Agent got to say as he backed away, unsure of why that hadn't worked. He seemed to finally catch a break as the enemy slumped and finally fell, the machine disabled from the normally lethal blow. Sighing in relief he retrieved his knife, only to see in it's reflection two more of the machines with their guns raised at him.

"I hate today so much right now." He yelped as he turned to run from the ensuring gunshots.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Heroic said
I think it would make sense if Arizona had a distaste for West, seeing as he has his bad past experience with a sniper.

Seems like a good idea

Not really a spoiler

(He'll have a distaste for everyone at the beginning anyways.)

I see a more Spy vs Sniper dynamic going on between the two when out on the field, with their personalities and respective fighting styles.