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South-East Block: Roman Cassidy

As the grey Goleyeith stood before him, Roman felt a sense of dread he hadn't since his childhood. The overwhelming threat, the preemptive sense of defeat, the hopelessness. This monster was nothing like the raiders or highwaymen he hunted down in Europe, but it did remind him of another unstoppable beast form his past: John Cassidy, his father. But someone was able to stop John Cassidy, and the same man would stop the Goleyeith.

This would require a different approach, one that Roman was not used to. The soldiers needed to be protected, and so the Goleyeith needed to be distracted. The center of attention is usually a distraction for Roman to take advantage of when going in for the kill, not the role he filled. But this wasn't a raider camp being assaulted in the dead of night, it was a warzone. Roman decided to follow Morai's advice and looked to his most nearby partner. Quietly, he gave his companion direction. "Eira, we need to confuse the Goleyeith. Move to another position and start shootin'!" Looking down to his shotgun, he considered whether he should remove the silencer to create more chaos for the Goleyeith. Before he could decide, a voice from the apartments got his attention.

"HEY STINKBRAIN!" A third soldier was preparing to attack the Goleyeith as well.

Being shot from three different sides was enough to make sure the monster would reconsider its priorities, but would it be enough? Maybe what they needed was an act that would take the Goleyeith's ability to choose out of the equation completely. Grabbing his radio, he gave a warning to his fellow soldiers. "Flashbang incoming! Cover your eyes!" Taking one his his two flashbangs and pulling the pin, Roman took a moment to aim and tried to throw it directly between the Goleyeith and the tank before closing his eyes.

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Just posted Roman's introduction. Didn't have much to do when I realized that Roman would run to the alley by the fog to try and save people, so I threw some hefty backstory into my intro post.

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South-East Block: Roman Cassidy

Roman Cassidy stood silent, motionless, before the vacant street. He let the emptiness of it all fall into him, like a strong wind through a small tunnel. The days of sneaking up to raider camps in the wilderness were gone, replaced by open conflict in a concrete jungle that bore no fruit and housed only the type of life that breeds death. Roman breathed deeply, considering the words of Captain Derek, weighing the options. "As I said to the South West squad, you can move in to try and get more men out, but I can't cover you and it's riskier that way despite the fact that you might surprise the enemy." Riskier with a chance of death and the saving of lives. But what was the alternative in a mission like this?

The Black Viper and his apprentice kneeled behind a fallen log and watched the raiders of a nearby camp laughing as their leader beat a child. "Fight back, ya little monsta!", he yelled, pushing the boy to the ground. Roman was simply waiting for the right time to move in for the attack, wondering whether it would be after the raider had finally beaten the boy to death or if they'd have to watch them mutilate and string up the body. He barely noticed the Viper getting up.

Roman pulled the old man down. "Whatchu doin?", he whispered. "They'll spot ya! We need to be more careful than that."

The Viper pushed him aside with a confused look. They were now companions, but had no sense of comfort or trust yet. The Viper and Roman didn't even really know each other. Maybe they never would. Almost silent, he whispered back "I'm sure your own camp had hostages. Women, children, cripples and old men like me. What did you do to them after you killed your old raider friends in their sleep?"

Emotionlessly, Roman responded. "Killed 'em, too. Didn't let any of 'em wake up. I saw what my father did to 'em, knew that they'd probably starve without captors anyway. Did 'em a kindness."

Obviously holding back anger, the Viper looked to the raiders so he wouldn't have to look at Roman. The boy was curled up in the fetal position, trying to just take the hits in the hopes that the raider would stop kicking him. "Who do you think we are doing this for? Me? You? The Raiders? I hurt bad men so good people do not get hurt by them. Understand?" The Viper looked back at Roman, the eyes of a man wondering whether he'd made a mistake by taking a young raider as his apprentice. "Understand." With that, he ran forward, shotgun in hand, directly into almost certain death. After a moment, Roman unholstered his pistol and ran in after him.

"Or you can stay here and I can help cover you if you need it, but we'll lose more men that way..."

Roman breathed out. His decision, like many before it, had been made years ago by another. He turned on his radio. "Cassidy here. Sergeant Morai can't be the only soldier still alive, but may become the sole survivor if we don't move now. I'm going to the alley by the fog. Come with me or cover the Sergeant." And with that, he ran along the side of the road towards the alley.

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LimeyPanda said
Stuffin, Don't throw wood at a burned out fire. You don't achieve anything: Especially when a GM has already threw a bucket over it.

Yeah, I'm just annoyed that I missed the whole thing. It's like walking into someone's living room the day after a birthday party; there's used plastic plates with napkins on them, discarded party hats, red solo cups all over the place, and here I am going "Man, why is it coconut cake?"

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Raen Elvarasi said
Just going to say this: You really do not understand me. I can say that, because even if you had a full portfolio on me, interviewed every single person I have ever talked too, you wouldn't come close...

I know I'm late to the party, but I just wanted to put in my two cents on this entire thing:

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I'll go south-east.

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Tempest said
Put up the baseline for my character, will have fluff and other edits up sometime soon.

Looks like your character's joining SneakyTeam. Cool.

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Alphakoka said
She can at least remained quiet initially even after shooting her gun.

True, but I can still use the benefits of my custom history type to silently dispatch enemies with my knife or bare hands. That's the major difference between Junko and Roman: she kills enemies with a rifle at a distance and he get up close for silent kills. Sounds like a good foundation for a dedicated sneaking team to contrast the mech-using characters.

GreenGoat said
Dat feel when hard worked on CS is similar to another. :C

They are remarkable similar, but that will make the game more interesting. Either they'll be a perfect team or start up a professional rivalry, and both possibilities sound like great ways to bring out the best in them.

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Damn, Greencoat, our characters are really similar

-Grunt
-from Europe
-parents dead
-worked with an old man for a while
-learned how to use their weapon of choice from the old man
-eventually their old man buddy died
-gun has a silencer and infared scope
-CQC and GECKO training

I guess we're Team SneakyGrunt

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Brovo said Roman Cassidy, remove one of your bonuses on your custom history type and it should work out fine.

I removed the intimidate bonus and mention of it in the history description.

Thanks for giving clear details on how effective my gun's going to be. It's also good to know that I can get upgraded parts for my gun later on, too.