I'm gonna post something later tomorrow in attempts to further the plot. Also, @Skepic, are you still with us (just a check).
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California, USA, born and raised. 23 years old. United States Marine Corps Veteran. Any questions?
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@Midori That was kinda the point. I usually establish the plot once everyone has at least posted their initial post (a personal preference, don't ask me why 'cause I don't know).
IC is up and running!! Hip-hip-hooray! 
September 12, 2015 - 4:27 PM EAT
Somewhere in East Africa
The mission was pretty straight forward; go in, kill the insurgents in the area giving the local government problems, "de-ass" the area with the quickness. Nothing fancy. Tyler looked through the MRAP window and viewed the big city in the distance, a combination of primitive masonry and modern steel. Beyond that, for as far as a man could see, was nothing but arid desert with remnants of jungle here and there. According the eggheads in Intelligence, the enemy encampment is an approximately 1.5 hour trip from their current position. This is gonna be a long one, gents..., Tyler thought to himself. Good thing these MRAPs have air conditioning. Looking over to his left, he caught a look at his driver, PFC Velasquez. The kid looked pretty nervous.
"It helps to breathe, ya know...", Tyler said. Velasquez gave a rather bemused look. "Whaddya mean, Sergeant", he asked. "First things first, we're not in garrison; call me Tyler. Secondly, your too stressed and nothing has even happened yet. Slow, steady breathes, just like on the range." Velasquez was quiet for a few seconds and began to breathe like a novice yoga instructor. "Like that?" Tyler wasn't expecting to give feedback on breathing and gave a confused look. "Sure", he said halfheartedly. Velasquez didn't detect to sarcasm on Tyler's voice and said, "Thanks, Ser-... Tyler." This brought a smirk to Tyler's face.
26 minutes later - 4:53 PM EAT
Contact was made, but not in the way they were expecting.
"So, what do we do...?" Velasquez looked over to Tyler. "I guess we talk to him... or try to, anyway", Tyler said somewhat sheepishly. "You stay here and keep on the radio to alert the rest of the convoy in case something goes wrong." Velasquez gave a nod. Tyler exited the vehicle and gave a hand signal that meant "eyes open" to the vehicle behind them. The man was standing smack in the center of the road and about twenty paces from the MRAP. "Hey!!", Tyler shouted. "(in broken Swahili) State your intent!" He was about ten paces away, slowly and cautiously approaching. He noticed that a smell was emanating from the stranger, a smell that was stronger then the typical bad hygiene smell of the locals. He smelled like... like... Dead. This poor schmuck is fuckin' dead. He looked like he had been dead for about a day or two. His face and body showed signs of emaciation. How he was "standing" was through simply being held up by two poles holding his corpse up. The most important detail, however, was at his feet; the tip of an HE shell was slightly exposed out of the dirt. "Oh, SHIT!!!" Tyler turned back to Velasquez sitting the lead vehicle. "GET BACK!! GET BA-"
A blinding light and a deafening blast...
February 5, 2020 - 1:25 PM PST
CALMagLev Train 113, LA-NC Line
Tyler woke up with a gasp. He was in quite a state for a few moments. He gave a look around; he wasn't in Africa, he wasn't in the Marines anymore, and he wasn't dying. He gave a look at his watch. The time was 1:25 PM. About five more minutes, Tyler thought to himself. He sank back into his seat and began breathing very slowly. Remember Tyler, calm people live, tense people die...
Somewhere in East Africa
The mission was pretty straight forward; go in, kill the insurgents in the area giving the local government problems, "de-ass" the area with the quickness. Nothing fancy. Tyler looked through the MRAP window and viewed the big city in the distance, a combination of primitive masonry and modern steel. Beyond that, for as far as a man could see, was nothing but arid desert with remnants of jungle here and there. According the eggheads in Intelligence, the enemy encampment is an approximately 1.5 hour trip from their current position. This is gonna be a long one, gents..., Tyler thought to himself. Good thing these MRAPs have air conditioning. Looking over to his left, he caught a look at his driver, PFC Velasquez. The kid looked pretty nervous.
"It helps to breathe, ya know...", Tyler said. Velasquez gave a rather bemused look. "Whaddya mean, Sergeant", he asked. "First things first, we're not in garrison; call me Tyler. Secondly, your too stressed and nothing has even happened yet. Slow, steady breathes, just like on the range." Velasquez was quiet for a few seconds and began to breathe like a novice yoga instructor. "Like that?" Tyler wasn't expecting to give feedback on breathing and gave a confused look. "Sure", he said halfheartedly. Velasquez didn't detect to sarcasm on Tyler's voice and said, "Thanks, Ser-... Tyler." This brought a smirk to Tyler's face.
26 minutes later - 4:53 PM EAT
Contact was made, but not in the way they were expecting.
"So, what do we do...?" Velasquez looked over to Tyler. "I guess we talk to him... or try to, anyway", Tyler said somewhat sheepishly. "You stay here and keep on the radio to alert the rest of the convoy in case something goes wrong." Velasquez gave a nod. Tyler exited the vehicle and gave a hand signal that meant "eyes open" to the vehicle behind them. The man was standing smack in the center of the road and about twenty paces from the MRAP. "Hey!!", Tyler shouted. "(in broken Swahili) State your intent!" He was about ten paces away, slowly and cautiously approaching. He noticed that a smell was emanating from the stranger, a smell that was stronger then the typical bad hygiene smell of the locals. He smelled like... like... Dead. This poor schmuck is fuckin' dead. He looked like he had been dead for about a day or two. His face and body showed signs of emaciation. How he was "standing" was through simply being held up by two poles holding his corpse up. The most important detail, however, was at his feet; the tip of an HE shell was slightly exposed out of the dirt. "Oh, SHIT!!!" Tyler turned back to Velasquez sitting the lead vehicle. "GET BACK!! GET BA-"
A blinding light and a deafening blast...
February 5, 2020 - 1:25 PM PST
CALMagLev Train 113, LA-NC Line
Tyler woke up with a gasp. He was in quite a state for a few moments. He gave a look around; he wasn't in Africa, he wasn't in the Marines anymore, and he wasn't dying. He gave a look at his watch. The time was 1:25 PM. About five more minutes, Tyler thought to himself. He sank back into his seat and began breathing very slowly. Remember Tyler, calm people live, tense people die...
Sorry for the delay. Another unexpected hiccup at work today. Gonna try to finish the IC by tonight; no guarantees. Just know I haven't forgotten about y'all. In the mean time, feast your eyes on my character. Hang in there, gents.
Handle(s):
“Living Dead Man” (what his war buddies call him)
“Niner-Victor” (LAPD dispatch call sign)
Name:
Tyler Skye Pierce
Occupation:
LAPD Vice Detective
Age:
25, born April 13th, 1994
Birthplace:
Los Angeles, CA
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Nationality:
American
Style:
Clothes – Euro-Modern (Long overcoats, button-ups, slacks, and scarves are common place; typically sharp dressed)
Hairstyle – Slick-back with shaved sides, Natural Black
Affections – Kanji tattoo of the word “Valor” (“義気”) on right forearm; many blast and surgery scars, predominantly on left side of body.
Family Background:
Mother: Desiree Amanda Guerrero – Deceased
Father: UNKNOWN (only known as “Pierce”; unclear whether first name or surname) – UNKNOWN (Presumed deceased)
Middle Brother: Lucas Scott Pierce (age: 12) – Living; in foster care
Youngest Brother: Logan Cash Pierce (age: 9) – Living; in foster care
Motivations:
Traits – Laconic, stoic, described as “cold” and “dead inside”, and will become violent if provoked
Valued Person – His Brothers
Value Most – Honesty
Feelings toward People – Every person is a valuable individual.
Valued Possession – A photograph of his mother and father together, with “I am sorry, but this is goodbye. I love you. –Pierce XOXO” written on the back.
Life Events:
Age 17 – Found a Sensei (Ashitaka Isamu, born August 21st, 1957 – 10th Dan Jūdōka). High School Student
Age 18 – Made enemies with a low ranking for corporate exec for causing him great humiliation and significant damage to his reputation. Joined the United States Marine Corps.
Age 19 – Made enemies with a superior officer who was exploiting men in her unit for her own personal gain. Brought it up higher and exposed her. Had a personal vendetta against Tyler. Marine Infantry.
Age 20 – Nothing notable happened this year.
Age 21 – Made enemies with his uncle (Travis Guerrero, born November 22nd, 1979) after a confrontation on leave. Whilst in a drunken stupor, instigated that Tyler was the cause of his mother’s death. Things escalated and ended on bad terms. Returns from leave and deployed to a combat zone. Involved in a massive explosion; massive internal damage, loss of left eye, left arm (at the forearm), and left leg (at the thigh). Clinically dead for one minute, thirty-nine seconds (a very long time to be, well… dead). Resuscitated and rebuilt. Marine Infantry.
Age 22 – Honorable discharge from United States Marine Corps (as a sergeant). Rekindled relationship with an old high school sweetheart (Macy Dailey, born March 7th, 1995). Nothing romantic… yet. Joined the Los Angeles Police Department as a police sergeant due to prior military service.
Age 23 – Made a friend and a mentor in the police force, Detective Jacob Gale.
Age 24 – Reconciled friendship with uncle. Promoted to detective meritoriously.
Age 25 – Made friends with a new recruit, fresh from the police academy, Officer Franklyn Nakamura.
Weapons:
Colt AMT Model 2000
Sternmeyer Stakeout 10
Monosharpened KA-BAR Fighting Knife (a holdover from the USMC)
15" Retractable Police Baton
Brass Knuckle Duster (a personal item)
Skills:
Pistol Marksmanship
Rifle Marksmanship
Interrogation/coercion
Streetwise
Awareness/notice
Martial Art – Judo
Weight Training
Pain Conditioning
Augmentations:
Cyber Eye, Left – Telescopic Lens, Micro-optics, Infrared, Targeting Scope
Cyber Arm, Left – Superchrome® finish, tool hand
Cyber Leg, Left – RealSkinnTM finish, hidden holster (for Colt AMT)
Equipment: On any given patrol, Tyler will have all five of his weapons either on his person or in his patrol vehicle. The two firearms are always fully loaded with one extra magazine apiece to spare and an additional five magazines apiece in the squad car’s trunk. In terms of armor, a Kevlar T-shirt worn as an undershirt with a heavy Kevlar laced jacket.
“Living Dead Man” (what his war buddies call him)
“Niner-Victor” (LAPD dispatch call sign)
Name:
Tyler Skye Pierce
Occupation:
LAPD Vice Detective
Age:
25, born April 13th, 1994
Birthplace:
Los Angeles, CA
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Nationality:
American
Style:
Clothes – Euro-Modern (Long overcoats, button-ups, slacks, and scarves are common place; typically sharp dressed)
Hairstyle – Slick-back with shaved sides, Natural Black
Affections – Kanji tattoo of the word “Valor” (“義気”) on right forearm; many blast and surgery scars, predominantly on left side of body.
Family Background:
Mother: Desiree Amanda Guerrero – Deceased
Father: UNKNOWN (only known as “Pierce”; unclear whether first name or surname) – UNKNOWN (Presumed deceased)
Middle Brother: Lucas Scott Pierce (age: 12) – Living; in foster care
Youngest Brother: Logan Cash Pierce (age: 9) – Living; in foster care
Motivations:
Traits – Laconic, stoic, described as “cold” and “dead inside”, and will become violent if provoked
Valued Person – His Brothers
Value Most – Honesty
Feelings toward People – Every person is a valuable individual.
Valued Possession – A photograph of his mother and father together, with “I am sorry, but this is goodbye. I love you. –Pierce XOXO” written on the back.
Life Events:
Age 17 – Found a Sensei (Ashitaka Isamu, born August 21st, 1957 – 10th Dan Jūdōka). High School Student
Age 18 – Made enemies with a low ranking for corporate exec for causing him great humiliation and significant damage to his reputation. Joined the United States Marine Corps.
Age 19 – Made enemies with a superior officer who was exploiting men in her unit for her own personal gain. Brought it up higher and exposed her. Had a personal vendetta against Tyler. Marine Infantry.
Age 20 – Nothing notable happened this year.
Age 21 – Made enemies with his uncle (Travis Guerrero, born November 22nd, 1979) after a confrontation on leave. Whilst in a drunken stupor, instigated that Tyler was the cause of his mother’s death. Things escalated and ended on bad terms. Returns from leave and deployed to a combat zone. Involved in a massive explosion; massive internal damage, loss of left eye, left arm (at the forearm), and left leg (at the thigh). Clinically dead for one minute, thirty-nine seconds (a very long time to be, well… dead). Resuscitated and rebuilt. Marine Infantry.
Age 22 – Honorable discharge from United States Marine Corps (as a sergeant). Rekindled relationship with an old high school sweetheart (Macy Dailey, born March 7th, 1995). Nothing romantic… yet. Joined the Los Angeles Police Department as a police sergeant due to prior military service.
Age 23 – Made a friend and a mentor in the police force, Detective Jacob Gale.
Age 24 – Reconciled friendship with uncle. Promoted to detective meritoriously.
Age 25 – Made friends with a new recruit, fresh from the police academy, Officer Franklyn Nakamura.
Weapons:
Colt AMT Model 2000
Sternmeyer Stakeout 10
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Monosharpened KA-BAR Fighting Knife (a holdover from the USMC)
15" Retractable Police Baton
Brass Knuckle Duster (a personal item)
Skills:
Pistol Marksmanship
Rifle Marksmanship
Interrogation/coercion
Streetwise
Awareness/notice
Martial Art – Judo
Weight Training
Pain Conditioning
Augmentations:
Cyber Eye, Left – Telescopic Lens, Micro-optics, Infrared, Targeting Scope
Cyber Arm, Left – Superchrome® finish, tool hand
Cyber Leg, Left – RealSkinnTM finish, hidden holster (for Colt AMT)
Equipment: On any given patrol, Tyler will have all five of his weapons either on his person or in his patrol vehicle. The two firearms are always fully loaded with one extra magazine apiece to spare and an additional five magazines apiece in the squad car’s trunk. In terms of armor, a Kevlar T-shirt worn as an undershirt with a heavy Kevlar laced jacket.
IC is going to be started tomorrow. Long day at work (Got back about an hour ago). In the mean time, I'm gonna work on my CS. Love you!!
<Snipped quote by Midori>
That's what happen to my CS while I was making it! The thread is cursed!
BURN IT! BURN IT AT THE STAKE!
@Midori Oh, yeah... God, that seems "forever" ago.
Oh, I don't know. They probably thought that was going to be my character slot. Sorry, guys.
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