Badguys are more fun that way anyways.
Anyways, did you see my CS? It got shoved down at the bottom of the last page so it might've been missed
Anyways, did you see my CS? It got shoved down at the bottom of the last page so it might've been missed
Shyla Nesthorn
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Tactical Combat Maid
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For various reasons I am in need of a Mil-Mi 24 Hind. If anyone has a spare Hind laying around please let me know. Do not ask why I need the Hind.
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Where are my birthday waifus
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Just your everyday tactical combat maid
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@Shyla Nesthornyeah, I wanted to go with an unmasked picture for Raptor and Titan, but I'm just going to pull different images for their faces and not use the masks in the pictures
Not saying it's bad. Even my character is a masked mystery
it seems like every character here is a masked, suit of armour
Full Name: Alex Frontier
Alias: Ultimo
Age: 24
Birthday: Aug 18th
Appearance:
Role: Evasion Tank
Hobbies: Playing budget video games, working for Overwatch.
Likes: Fast Music, Being in his Exosuit, Video Games, Fighting, Being Fresh, His Friends, His Sister
Dislikes: Not being in his Exosuits, criminals, Omnics, Those who are not fresh
Abilities:
Higher and Higher: Ultimo supercharges his Exosuit's legs, enabling him to throw himself high into the air to avoid gunfire and get a bird's eye view of the situation. Though landing from this height takes a moment to recover.
High Voltage: Ultimo directs some of his Exosuit's energy to the area in front of him, effectively turning him into a man-sized taser.
Burning Up: Ultimo's strongest move. Over heating his entire suit to it's breaking point. The heat is so intense that anyone near the suit will feel like they are on fire, burning all those around him in a 25 meter radius.
Tools and Weapons:
Type-52 Combat Exosuit Ultimo Ver. : What separates Ultimo from the average human, a suit that puts him in the same league as combat oriented Omnics, greatly enhancing his agility and durability. His custom version has interior speakers and is painted gold on top, black on it's legs. Often worn with leather jacket and scarf.
Dual X2-B3 Machine Pistols : A bit slower firing then a certain someone's Pulse Pistols, but much more heavy hitting and much more accurate. Ultimo prefers using these pistols over rifles since they are light and easy to move when he's jumping around.
Biography:
Ultimo grew up as Alex Frontier, a young boy with no real aspirations. His parents doted on him and his sister, spoiling them and making their lives easy as can be. In short, Ultimo's childhood was good, all too good. His easy lifestyle was cut short, however, when a Omnic criminal accidentally killed both his parents during a robbery gone wrong. After that, Ultimo had to care for his sister, taking on various jobs to earn money for food. Years went by and Ultimo eventually wound up as a (paid) test subject for a companies new line of combat Exosuit. The job was easy, he just had to live in the suit for a few days to make sure the suit wouldn't overload and kill it's operator. Luckily the experiment was a success and the company hired him on as a full time tester, suddenly making Ultimo a very rich boy. During one test, the facility was attacked by a mercenary group seeking to steal the Exosuits for themselves. Using one of the newer suits, Ultimo fended them off until security could arrive. During the fight, Ultimo discovered his love for fighting. After that day, Ultimo bought the Exosuit he used with his own money and went off to join Overwatch. Ever since then he has been using the same Exosuit, seemingly never leaving it even to this day.
Personality:
Ultimo is loud, overly friendly and is way too over confident with himself. It doesn't help that he acts like he is from the 90s for some reason that no one can quite figure out. Despite all that he is easy to get along with and is always ready to help anyone in need. But as much as he likes helping people there is one other thing that he enjoys more, fighting. Nothing get's his blood pumping or makes him feel as alive as getting into a good scrap. As an Overwatch member he can do both which suits him just fine. For an unknown reason he never leaves his Exosuit except in privacy, resulting in no one knowing what he actually looks like. If asked why he stays inside he always gives a different answer, but the most common one being it makes him "look badass".
Family:
Susan Frontier - Mother - Deceased
Geoffrey Frontier - Father - Deceased
Alice Frontier - Sister - Alive
Additional Notes:
Ultimo always has music playing inside his suit when fighting, pumping him up mentally. This has caused him to ignore team mates more then once, causing a few problems.
Alias: Ultimo
Age: 24
Birthday: Aug 18th
Appearance:
Role: Evasion Tank
Hobbies: Playing budget video games, working for Overwatch.
Likes: Fast Music, Being in his Exosuit, Video Games, Fighting, Being Fresh, His Friends, His Sister
Dislikes: Not being in his Exosuits, criminals, Omnics, Those who are not fresh
Abilities:
Higher and Higher: Ultimo supercharges his Exosuit's legs, enabling him to throw himself high into the air to avoid gunfire and get a bird's eye view of the situation. Though landing from this height takes a moment to recover.
High Voltage: Ultimo directs some of his Exosuit's energy to the area in front of him, effectively turning him into a man-sized taser.
Burning Up: Ultimo's strongest move. Over heating his entire suit to it's breaking point. The heat is so intense that anyone near the suit will feel like they are on fire, burning all those around him in a 25 meter radius.
Tools and Weapons:
Type-52 Combat Exosuit Ultimo Ver. : What separates Ultimo from the average human, a suit that puts him in the same league as combat oriented Omnics, greatly enhancing his agility and durability. His custom version has interior speakers and is painted gold on top, black on it's legs. Often worn with leather jacket and scarf.
Dual X2-B3 Machine Pistols : A bit slower firing then a certain someone's Pulse Pistols, but much more heavy hitting and much more accurate. Ultimo prefers using these pistols over rifles since they are light and easy to move when he's jumping around.
Biography:
Ultimo grew up as Alex Frontier, a young boy with no real aspirations. His parents doted on him and his sister, spoiling them and making their lives easy as can be. In short, Ultimo's childhood was good, all too good. His easy lifestyle was cut short, however, when a Omnic criminal accidentally killed both his parents during a robbery gone wrong. After that, Ultimo had to care for his sister, taking on various jobs to earn money for food. Years went by and Ultimo eventually wound up as a (paid) test subject for a companies new line of combat Exosuit. The job was easy, he just had to live in the suit for a few days to make sure the suit wouldn't overload and kill it's operator. Luckily the experiment was a success and the company hired him on as a full time tester, suddenly making Ultimo a very rich boy. During one test, the facility was attacked by a mercenary group seeking to steal the Exosuits for themselves. Using one of the newer suits, Ultimo fended them off until security could arrive. During the fight, Ultimo discovered his love for fighting. After that day, Ultimo bought the Exosuit he used with his own money and went off to join Overwatch. Ever since then he has been using the same Exosuit, seemingly never leaving it even to this day.
Personality:
Ultimo is loud, overly friendly and is way too over confident with himself. It doesn't help that he acts like he is from the 90s for some reason that no one can quite figure out. Despite all that he is easy to get along with and is always ready to help anyone in need. But as much as he likes helping people there is one other thing that he enjoys more, fighting. Nothing get's his blood pumping or makes him feel as alive as getting into a good scrap. As an Overwatch member he can do both which suits him just fine. For an unknown reason he never leaves his Exosuit except in privacy, resulting in no one knowing what he actually looks like. If asked why he stays inside he always gives a different answer, but the most common one being it makes him "look badass".
Family:
Susan Frontier - Mother - Deceased
Geoffrey Frontier - Father - Deceased
Alice Frontier - Sister - Alive
Additional Notes:
Ultimo always has music playing inside his suit when fighting, pumping him up mentally. This has caused him to ignore team mates more then once, causing a few problems.
Sure thing, I'll write it up now
I'm interested in this, I've done nothing but play overwatch for the past... month?
"Seems odd eh, Sir? Everything here looks like it could have been made on earth maybe 500, 600 years ago."
Karl grabbed the dagger, giving it a small wiggle as he yanked it out of the post. The dagger was thin, decorated with a mixture of long, straight lines and curled short ones. The blade itself had two curves in it and looked more ornamental then one meant for use.
"Maybe, but people 600 years ago at least knew how to make proper blades. Whoever made this preferred looks over use."
He examined the blade a bit closer before shoving it in one of the empty pouches he had.
"Alright, time to go. Weirden, Keller! Break times over! Let's follow this path here. It'll be easier and probably safer."
The small dirt path obviously hadn't been traveled on in a very long time, though a few animal footprints could be spotted on it. Guess no one had any reason of visiting a burned out barn. The dirt road was long, but eventually lead to a larger one. The larger one ran off into two directions, one towards the mountains and one towards the forest. The larger dirt road also looked like people used it recently, fairly recently. Footprints, horse tracks, wheels and some other unidentifiable tracks littered the road. This pretty much confirmed that people still lived here. Karl squatted down, getting a better look at the tracks.
"Maybe something of a main road?" He looked up, scanning the horizon in both directions.
"Might just be a slow time in the day. Alright, we'll take this to the mountains." He stood back up, motioning towards his men to follow. The road was long and very empty, after another two hours of walking the group didn't come across anything else except for the occasional road sign. The letters on the signs were various circles and spirals. Obviously not a language from their world. At each sign Karl took pictures of the lettering in case they'd need to translate it later. Around the third hour mark two figures appeared in the distance. People. Karl started running situations through his head. Should they jump of the road and hide while they pass? Should they try to apprehend them, see what they could learn from them? Thinking over his options, he quickly decided to go with the best one that would draw the least attention.
"Safeties off, but no sudden movement. Just keep walking. If they look like they are going to try something you may fire. If this truly is like the times of old, then four oddly dressed people won't stand out too much."
Karl flipped his MP7's safety off, keeping his finger resting just outside the trigger guard in case they were hostile.
Karl grabbed the dagger, giving it a small wiggle as he yanked it out of the post. The dagger was thin, decorated with a mixture of long, straight lines and curled short ones. The blade itself had two curves in it and looked more ornamental then one meant for use.
"Maybe, but people 600 years ago at least knew how to make proper blades. Whoever made this preferred looks over use."
He examined the blade a bit closer before shoving it in one of the empty pouches he had.
"Alright, time to go. Weirden, Keller! Break times over! Let's follow this path here. It'll be easier and probably safer."
The small dirt path obviously hadn't been traveled on in a very long time, though a few animal footprints could be spotted on it. Guess no one had any reason of visiting a burned out barn. The dirt road was long, but eventually lead to a larger one. The larger one ran off into two directions, one towards the mountains and one towards the forest. The larger dirt road also looked like people used it recently, fairly recently. Footprints, horse tracks, wheels and some other unidentifiable tracks littered the road. This pretty much confirmed that people still lived here. Karl squatted down, getting a better look at the tracks.
"Maybe something of a main road?" He looked up, scanning the horizon in both directions.
"Might just be a slow time in the day. Alright, we'll take this to the mountains." He stood back up, motioning towards his men to follow. The road was long and very empty, after another two hours of walking the group didn't come across anything else except for the occasional road sign. The letters on the signs were various circles and spirals. Obviously not a language from their world. At each sign Karl took pictures of the lettering in case they'd need to translate it later. Around the third hour mark two figures appeared in the distance. People. Karl started running situations through his head. Should they jump of the road and hide while they pass? Should they try to apprehend them, see what they could learn from them? Thinking over his options, he quickly decided to go with the best one that would draw the least attention.
"Safeties off, but no sudden movement. Just keep walking. If they look like they are going to try something you may fire. If this truly is like the times of old, then four oddly dressed people won't stand out too much."
Karl flipped his MP7's safety off, keeping his finger resting just outside the trigger guard in case they were hostile.
Pvt. Reginald Weber
Weber sat on top of the tank as it rushed towards the battlefield, enjoying the wind running through his hair and casually finishing off a cigarette. He wasn't a stranger to firefights, but even he'd admit one of this scale was new to him. The other criminals he was used to shooting didn't exactly have mortars, lances and tanks... well there was that one time they had a tank. But despite that, Weber felt relaxed as the growing sound of gunfire and explosions grew near. He missed the rush of fighting for your life and the taking of another, he couldn't help but smile as the tank finally came to a stop at their destination.
Weber hopped off the tank, stretching out arms and legs while tossing aside his cigarette.
"Let's see if this old body still has it in it to be a killer." After his quick stretching he followed his 'superior'. It was painfully obvious that she was new at this, that or was just plain bad. Following her could quite easily mean death and in any other situation he'd have just gone off on his own. But this was the military, he couldn't just forge his own path like he was used to else he'd be slapped with going AWOL or something. He let out a sigh and followed the girl. Up close, the battlefield here was indeed more intense then anything he had seen before, but at the same time it felt all the same. One group trying to kill the other without being killed, and killing without being killed was something he was good at, at least.
Karl nodded in agreement. Their job was to recon the area for any signs of anything, a fence was more then enough reason to investigate, even if it looked like it hadn't been maintained in forever.
"Right. Okay let's move out then. Keeps your eyes open, just in case. For all we know those green things back at the entrance could have made this."
It took the group about 20 minutes to follow the fence over the hill to it's origin. The burnt out ruins of what appeared to be a farm house and a barn, along with some other smaller buildings. It wasn't recent though and you didn't have to be an expert to see that. Most of the ash was gone and plants had started to grow up in some of the ruins, this farm had obviously been destroyed a long time ago. Two things, however stood out. Littered about where withered, burned wooden shafts, probably arrows of some sort. And the other was a dagger sticking out of one of the burnt posts on what would've been the farmhouse. The dagger was in good condition, albeit very rusted, and was most likely placed there after the fire. The final thing that was noticeable was a fading path, that connected to a larger path that conveniently led off into the mountains.
"Well, whatever was here isn't anymore. Hmm... That path there leads towards the mountains, we can take that. If there is an easy way through them this path would probably lead us there."
He turned to the group.
"Right, okay we'll take a 5 minute break and then continue."
Turning back towards the burned down house, Karl started to take a closer look at the dagger. Probably a message from whoever attacked whoever.
"Right. Okay let's move out then. Keeps your eyes open, just in case. For all we know those green things back at the entrance could have made this."
It took the group about 20 minutes to follow the fence over the hill to it's origin. The burnt out ruins of what appeared to be a farm house and a barn, along with some other smaller buildings. It wasn't recent though and you didn't have to be an expert to see that. Most of the ash was gone and plants had started to grow up in some of the ruins, this farm had obviously been destroyed a long time ago. Two things, however stood out. Littered about where withered, burned wooden shafts, probably arrows of some sort. And the other was a dagger sticking out of one of the burnt posts on what would've been the farmhouse. The dagger was in good condition, albeit very rusted, and was most likely placed there after the fire. The final thing that was noticeable was a fading path, that connected to a larger path that conveniently led off into the mountains.
"Well, whatever was here isn't anymore. Hmm... That path there leads towards the mountains, we can take that. If there is an easy way through them this path would probably lead us there."
He turned to the group.
"Right, okay we'll take a 5 minute break and then continue."
Turning back towards the burned down house, Karl started to take a closer look at the dagger. Probably a message from whoever attacked whoever.
Not really, Canada is getting immigrants all the time and someone needs to teach them English
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