Agent Iowa
Agent File
Codename: Agent Iowa
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 216.4
Weight: 67 kg
Specialty: Combat medic
Amour Enhancement: Regeneration field, allows the user to create a field in which blocks rounds and heals soldiers contained within.
Advanced Enhancement: N/A
A.I: Tau
Personality Assessment:
Iowa is an essential tool in any operation, his skills as a medic allow him to stabilise and heal team members, his skills are useful anywhere.His best weapon is his knife,although he can use his rifle well. As a medic he gets close to his squad as he can as he feels he needs to know if someone is feeling out, he feels that it is his responsibility to look after his squad. This becomes a problem as he puts his squad before himself. This comes from an incident when he was on patrol with the UNSC he was ambushed by terrorists and forced to watch his squad killed before him. In conclusion he is a good character, but he cares too much about about his squad.
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Iowa managed to convince his escorts that he was fine after some time, he was angry still but he’d let most of it go. He had to contact his previous Commanding Officer there was no way that the head of this mission had the rank to access the file, I was told it had been removed.
**“This is Commander Presley Quarter master of the UNSC black wolf how can I be of service is that you, bloody hell Ale-”**
**“It’s agent Iowa now sir. Would there be any chance someone from outside the UNSC would have access to the file of mission ‘black widow’? ”**
**“It’s nice to see you too, the only copies of that file are in the hands of the current Exec’s of the UNSC. Why, I’m sure I could get them for y-”**
**“Thanks but I just needed to know how access able they were. I’ll speak to you later I’ve got to do my shift on the medical ward, And it was nice talking to you, F.I.L.S.S disconnect, and see if you can fit in an appointment with the head of this operation”** he grabbed his Data pad and left the room, his eyes were still red so kept his visor on one way mode. F.I.L.S.S replied after some time;
**“I’m sorry agent Iowa but it seems that the director’s schedule is full could you try another date possibly?”**
**“It’s alright F.I.L.S.S just see when you can find the next space, I might need an hour”**
Iowa was so focused upon talking to F.I.L.S.S he had forgotten to eat. ‘I better get something or I’m going to perish just before my duties’ I grab a sandwich and spot North and South. He placed his tray down calmly, sat down and took his helmet off **“I hope I’m not intruding, but I couldn't let you two just sit and eat on your own. I’ve got to go soon, F.I.L.S.S enrolled me onto a medical course to check out my medical abilities. What about you two anything planned for this afternoon?”** He wouldn’t normally use small talk like that but he understood that they might not want to bring up the subject of the simulations. And personally he would prefer if they didn’t ask his mission still brings back bad memories.
I'm happy with that.
It was pitch black, rain trickled from the sky. Only thing keeping it bright was the night vision of the squad’s Heads up display. Moving out the bushes and onto the abandoned road. The squad of Spartans trailed down the road. Their objective was simple: Locate the target, and escort him to an EVAC point. Iowa led the squad forward. Part of Him wanted to question command but the other part understood they would kill me if he found out why.
He had expected it to be a quiet mission but of course there was always complications. There was a glint of light and a round hit the man behind Iowa. “SHIT, SNIPER FIRST FLOOR SECOND BUILDING ON THE RIGHT.” Iowa shouted as he dragged the man to cover he made the call for suppressing fire as he looked over the man, the round had gone straight through his chest; there was very little chance of his survival.
“Control, this is agent Iowa we have a man down presumed KIA I estimate that if we get a medivac we can save his life.”
“Sorry, agent but due to our lack of resources you must continue your mission. Due to Your loss of men your mission parameters have changed, instead of escorting the targets you know have orders to eliminate him”
“Bull shit control, I’m not moving until-”
“Don’t argue with us Agent, You know you orders. Control out. ”
“Dammit, I’m sorry” He said pointing his pistol at the agent’s head and pulling the trigger. Kneeling down to him he took off his helmet and took his rifle and put helmet on the rifle and leaned it against the wall. “May you find peace amongst the dead.”
“Let’s move out, radio silence from now on, I don’t want to hear control again until this mission is complete.” Moving up to the objective it was shown a Heavy perimeter around the warehouse complex, the only option was stealth. In a sense it was lucky that the squad became a man down they had the perfect amount of men to do a pincer formation. 2 squad members took the right whilst Iowa and another took the left.
He was halfway inside the complex when heavy gunshots were heard followed by silence. Iowa knew the outcome; he’d just lost two other members of his squad. “Poor bastards.” he muttered "Just you and me now” Iowa turned around to see him lying bleeding out via pistol wound. It to him that seemed like time had slowed down he grabbed his knife and went to stab the assailant, he was countered but he dropped the knife into his other hand and aimed for the abdomen whilst covering his mouth so no sound could be heard. He shut his eyes and left him leaning against a wall. It was now only him left.
He found his target. He was a Spartan ‘You’re in enough trouble already don’t ask questions’ he thought to himself. He climbed up to the nearest roof, grabbed his DMR and aimed towards his head, a perfect shot. He shot and the bullet went straight through, It was a hologram. All of a sudden he heard the click of a pistol behind his head and a voice: “How do stupid do you think I am?”. Iowa replied “Not at all” he turned on his field just as the trigger was pulled causing the round to deflect; he deactivated the field and grabbed the pistol. And aimed it is his head, the target took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, I staggered back I knew his face, Iowa’s gun still pointed towards his head. “I’ve killed two of your squads now, how does it feel to be responsible for their deaths?” He kicked him to the floor as his radio beeped: “This is Control, your mission has changed the target must remain alive”. Iowa replied as he threw off his helmet “Fuck you, control. This guy is mine.” as he unloaded his whole mag of his pistol into his chest. He threw the pistol on the ground and punched him repeatedly as he broke into tears he collapsed as he whispered into his ear: “Find peace amongst the dead. Ass hole”
A grid formed around everything and the world faded into a strong White light as the familiar voice of F.I.L.S.S spoke: “Critical mission failure, simulation Terminated. Would you like to talk to anyone Agent Iowa?” the world fell back into view “No F.I.L.S.S I’m fine, I just need some time,” Iowa was escorted out with tears dripping down his face Luckily he was wearing his helmet still as it shielded the view of tears. He stormed in “I’m going to rip that bastards throat out, how the hell did he have access to that file” and paced around until he finally exploded and punched a wall. Two men came in to calm him down and he eventually sat down in a corner with his head in his hands
He had expected it to be a quiet mission but of course there was always complications. There was a glint of light and a round hit the man behind Iowa. “SHIT, SNIPER FIRST FLOOR SECOND BUILDING ON THE RIGHT.” Iowa shouted as he dragged the man to cover he made the call for suppressing fire as he looked over the man, the round had gone straight through his chest; there was very little chance of his survival.
“Control, this is agent Iowa we have a man down presumed KIA I estimate that if we get a medivac we can save his life.”
“Sorry, agent but due to our lack of resources you must continue your mission. Due to Your loss of men your mission parameters have changed, instead of escorting the targets you know have orders to eliminate him”
“Bull shit control, I’m not moving until-”
“Don’t argue with us Agent, You know you orders. Control out. ”
“Dammit, I’m sorry” He said pointing his pistol at the agent’s head and pulling the trigger. Kneeling down to him he took off his helmet and took his rifle and put helmet on the rifle and leaned it against the wall. “May you find peace amongst the dead.”
“Let’s move out, radio silence from now on, I don’t want to hear control again until this mission is complete.” Moving up to the objective it was shown a Heavy perimeter around the warehouse complex, the only option was stealth. In a sense it was lucky that the squad became a man down they had the perfect amount of men to do a pincer formation. 2 squad members took the right whilst Iowa and another took the left.
He was halfway inside the complex when heavy gunshots were heard followed by silence. Iowa knew the outcome; he’d just lost two other members of his squad. “Poor bastards.” he muttered "Just you and me now” Iowa turned around to see him lying bleeding out via pistol wound. It to him that seemed like time had slowed down he grabbed his knife and went to stab the assailant, he was countered but he dropped the knife into his other hand and aimed for the abdomen whilst covering his mouth so no sound could be heard. He shut his eyes and left him leaning against a wall. It was now only him left.
He found his target. He was a Spartan ‘You’re in enough trouble already don’t ask questions’ he thought to himself. He climbed up to the nearest roof, grabbed his DMR and aimed towards his head, a perfect shot. He shot and the bullet went straight through, It was a hologram. All of a sudden he heard the click of a pistol behind his head and a voice: “How do stupid do you think I am?”. Iowa replied “Not at all” he turned on his field just as the trigger was pulled causing the round to deflect; he deactivated the field and grabbed the pistol. And aimed it is his head, the target took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, I staggered back I knew his face, Iowa’s gun still pointed towards his head. “I’ve killed two of your squads now, how does it feel to be responsible for their deaths?” He kicked him to the floor as his radio beeped: “This is Control, your mission has changed the target must remain alive”. Iowa replied as he threw off his helmet “Fuck you, control. This guy is mine.” as he unloaded his whole mag of his pistol into his chest. He threw the pistol on the ground and punched him repeatedly as he broke into tears he collapsed as he whispered into his ear: “Find peace amongst the dead. Ass hole”
A grid formed around everything and the world faded into a strong White light as the familiar voice of F.I.L.S.S spoke: “Critical mission failure, simulation Terminated. Would you like to talk to anyone Agent Iowa?” the world fell back into view “No F.I.L.S.S I’m fine, I just need some time,” Iowa was escorted out with tears dripping down his face Luckily he was wearing his helmet still as it shielded the view of tears. He stormed in “I’m going to rip that bastards throat out, how the hell did he have access to that file” and paced around until he finally exploded and punched a wall. Two men came in to calm him down and he eventually sat down in a corner with his head in his hands
Some times a situation has some much detail you need a long post, I myself am currently writing a long post now, and i'm having a great time.
Are you still accepting Character sheets?
Iowa had finished his meal, and boy had he enjoyed watching the match, He tried to watch some more but he just kept losing interest due to his new environment, he hadn’t been on a cruiser like this in at least a decade. After losing interest one last time he stood up and left the canteen, he didn’t realise that he was the last one to go but he was sure he would be fine. He went to his room
he needed some R&R after that training session. But he didn’t know what else he could do all of a sudden he remembered his time out on the training field and how his field went down he understood that if he was to do any better the next day he needed to work on his ability. He moved from his door and sneaked over to the locker room. Took his chip from the back of his helmet and sneaked back to his room he clipped in the chip to his data pad and ran some calibrations he was pretty sure he had been up until late until him finally he collapsed on his bed with his data pad in his hand.
he needed some R&R after that training session. But he didn’t know what else he could do all of a sudden he remembered his time out on the training field and how his field went down he understood that if he was to do any better the next day he needed to work on his ability. He moved from his door and sneaked over to the locker room. Took his chip from the back of his helmet and sneaked back to his room he clipped in the chip to his data pad and ran some calibrations he was pretty sure he had been up until late until him finally he collapsed on his bed with his data pad in his hand.
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I'm game for this, I'll make a Cs as soon as I can, just a question would it be possible for characters to have bionic implants for example a bionic leg or arm?
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