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SMSgt. Helena "Hellcat" Vortzeria


“Unfortunately dear, you just missed her, she went to her bunker for some rest and I also was about to do the same.” the man said, with a seemingly friendly tone. Helena huffed in frustration. She'd hope to size up her new squad leader, but alas she was supposedly... tired. "Actually... what the hell.... 'she'? I was under the impression the leader was a dude... Well, it is Fuso, so who the hell knows what those crazy guys are up too...." Helena thought as she sized up her squadmate. He seemed decent enough, but Helena never trusted a smile from a Terran. Not after Operation Glorious Decent when she got the chillingly same friendly smile from a Terran officer that assured her they would be backed up by Terra's finest. As it turned out, "backing up" turned into, "You're our meat shield".

“Yeah, it's quite an atrocious sight isn't it, my name's Donovan, by the way. Yours?” he said, regarding the scene before them. Helena's helmet retracted, revealing her icy blue gaze, staring straight through the soldier of Terra before her. Sighing, she got out a pack of cigarettes and flicked one out, placing it in her mouth, before turning away from Donovan to look out over the massacre again.

"'Atrocious' wouldn't be the word I'd used to describe this, Pretty Boy, and I would start getting used to scenes like this." She paused and lit the cigarette, taking a puff before continuing. "Seems like our new enemy is using nothing but ancient weapons and strange powers to face us. Crazy bastards probably can't even comprehend the hell they've just released upon themselves." she paused, inhaling the relaxing smoke, blowing through her nose. "I'm Senior Master Sergeant Vortzeria, or just Sergeant Vortzeria if ya want. Of the 909th originally. You?" She asked, not particularly interested, but it seemed Helena had nothing better to do. On the inside, she couldn't help but smile a bit. "Well, besides the now present stench, I'd say this is starting to feel more like leave than a deployment. I actually have nothing better to do.... Huh..." she thought to herself, feeling for the first time in awhile, a little hopeful.

@SleepingSilence
Welp... Finally freakin posted! Your move, Pretty Boy. XD

SMSgt. Helena "Hellcat" Vortzeria


A small convoy of LCTs rolled into the base nearly right after the preliminary battle had launched. They all came to a stop just near the frontlines, deploying three squads of Avalian Airborne Assault troops. This group in particular was but a small chunk of the 909th Airborne Assault Group, sent to the strange new world officially as part of Avalia's contribution, but mostly as a vacation of sorts. The 909th was a harden group of insurgent hunters, and after a string of uprisings, they needed a break, and this was their perfect opportunity. However, these soldiers, now surrounded by smoldering, shallow craters and magical ice spikes sticking up from the ground, began to have second thoughts about this deployment.

However, Sgt. Helena "Hellcat" Vortzeria wasn't bothered by the scene. Regardless of this battle, the situation was already infinity better than what she was used to. "For one, I'm not in the middle of enemy territory, surrounded." Helena thought as she waved goodbye to her comrades and went off to find her new patchwork squad. "Yeah, this should be fine. Fighting mages and knights will be hell of a lot better than some crazed cultist or angry farmer with a rocket launcher. Well.... that giant dead troll over there does challenge that thought, but ahhh fuck it, I'll cross that bridge when I get there." Helena thought as she walked around the lines, trying to find her squad. After awhile, Helena decided just to simply ask a nearby soldier. Spotting a Corporal she yelled to him as she approached.

"Hey, Pretty Boy! You know where the hell Captain Saiyako's squad is? Can't seem to find anyone amongst this mob." As she got closer, Helena was able to see the open fields before the lines. Thousands, if not tens of thousands of bodies, horses, swords, and monsters alike lay dead or dying in the field. She couldn't help but whistle at the sight. "Fuck me.... I guess this was a god damn slaughter, wasn't it?" she commented aloud.

@SleepingSilence
Alright, so any suggestions on how Helena is gonna show up? Shall she be part of the original bunk buddies or was a little late to the party to begin with?



Yur a Ultrasmurf. (idk..........)
@Raven_Operative

Ya know I'm still here, waiting in the shadows.
Alrighty, here's what I got. I might do a few touch ups, flesh out the history a bit more, but overall, she's done!

Helena Vortzeria



Up there, in the sky, the world is divided into bastards and suckers. Make your choice.
-Senior Master Sergeant Helena Vortzeria, 909th Airborne Assault







Name
Helena Vortzeria


Nicknames
Helena, Hellcat


Age
26


Gender
Female


Homeworld
Avalia


Rank
Senior Master Sergeant


Role
Assault Specialist. She's the one kicking down your door, jumping on top of you, and stabbing your face until it stops looking like a face.


Appearance
Nothing is particularly phenomenal about Helena's physical traits. She has a semi muscular build with brown hair and blue eyes. Despite military regulations, she keeps her hair somewhat long and usually wears it down and loose. In terms of her clothing out of combat, Helena keeps herself fairly neat and clean, always maintaining a sharp image to a reasonable degree.

Now, in combat, Helena wears the MK4 Ariel Assault Variant of the traditional Avalian exo-armor. The main difference between the suits, other than the slight difference in appearance, is an upgraded servo system built into the exo-skeleton of the suit. This means she can lift heavier objects than normally capable of and take longer to become exhausted. This makes this particular variant slightly heavier than others, yet as with the Avalians, it still maintains the ability of using boosters to allow long falls/jumps, or even short, sustained flights. Helena has modified her particular suit by upgrading her back mounted, forward facing boosters to allow her to gain short boosts of speed and increase her "long jump" arc.


Equipment
  • ARAMS 41 Assault Carbine, CQC Variant. Shorter barrel and carries a shotgun attachment.
  • M3P-4 10mm Pistol
  • RO-3 Omni Grenade... lots of them.
  • Flashbangs!
  • A Gurkha(Otherwise known as a "Kukri") Blade. A personal weapon (in more ways than one!).


Personality
Most could describe her attitude with one, simple word. "Pissed" Simply put, Helena never seems to be in a good, calm mood. More accuratly, one could describe Helena as, "The Avalian sterotype, that being, typically free matured, jumpy, and nearly suicidal bravery, pushed through a filter of absolute hatred and rage."

Off the battlefield, Helena is, for lack of a better term, a bit of a bitch. She'll be ruthlessly sarcastic and witty, calling people out on any kind of bullshit they try to fly past her. Often times she'll walk around base smoking, without a care in the world for anyone else's opinion.

On the battlefield, she is one of the fiercest motherfuckers out there. No hesitation, no mercy, no fear. To coin a term, one could easily see Helena as "Tactically Suicidal". She has absolutely no problem dieing on the battlefield, hell, it seems like she even wants to, desperately. However, she's not crazy/stupid either. For example, Helena will charge a machinegun nest, guns blazing, but only if she knows that there is a good enough chance she can take it down before her gun stops firing. Constantly, she bets her life, living on a knifes edge of odds, playing that game of Russian roulette, hoping, praying, that someday that one chamber with the bullet lands on her.

This is because, if one where to somehow tolerate her sarcastic, overcritical nature, they will find someone crying, someone calling for help. Helena has been not always been like this, and there are shards of a much kinder, much friendlier version of her lying around, deep inside. All it takes is someone to finally put her back together. For this to be seen, one must have the rare privilege of being in the presence of Helena when she is with her little sister.


Traits
  • Close Quarters Combat Specialist. And I can't stress this enough. Going toe to toe with Helena will mean certain death. No facy martial arts, no "honor" in fighing, just unreglated, utterly brutal hand-to-hand combat. She doesn't fight "for sport" for an important reason.
  • Licence Avalian Pilot
  • Can take a serious beating and still kick your ass
  • Swears.... a lot
  • Bit of a smug asshole
  • Absolutely loath people of Terra and Ennedi
  • Heavy Smoker, practically an alcoholic
  • Secretly loves ancient Classical music
  • Despises the "brainwashed masses" of the cult religion


History
Helena actually started out as a pretty charming gal. She was born into an agricultural floating island on Avalia and started off life with a happy family of crop dusters. Her mother flew a cargo plane airline between the island and a major city while her father flew his plane for farmers. Of course, her family wasn't particularly wealthy, but that never stopped them from trying to make the best of their situation.

However, as a wise man once said, "Life is a TV show of suffering, broken up by brief commercial breaks, and this one had been one long break, but now, we're back to our regularly scheduled program of suffering." First, Helena's mother lost her business when a larger airliner took over and ran the family business into the ground. While her father remained hopeful, the mother slowly began to descend into a pit of depression. That company had been the dream of Helena's mother, and now it was gone forever. It did not matter what her own children said, nothing changed and soon after, her mother disappeared all together. Thus Helena's father was left to take care of the family. However, despite his best efforts, he was forced to work himself to exhaustion, slowly chipping away at his health. Though by this time, Helena was of age to join the military, and decided she would support her family too by taking up the enticing offer to become an Airborne Soldier of the Union. The Airborne soldier is the shock trooper, the ones that usually die first in any major engagement. However, they were payed more than the average soldier, so she took the job, against her father's wishes.

At first, military life wasn't all that bad. Helena displayed plenty of natural talents for a soldier and had joined during a time of peace. It did not last, as one would expect, as she was soon called to action to deal with a rapidly growing "heretical" group on the fringe of Union territory. She was a deployed in the first wave via orbital drop pods. This would be later called the "Karia Conflict" as the group heretics turned out to be a larger, and better prepared for this assault than command had originally thought.

"You could look up in the sky every day for I think.... the first three... no.. uh, four, yeah, four months of the campaign and just watch as debris from our ships rained down on the planet. Just think, millions of fucking tons of metal, electronics, men, ect, falling from orbit. It was one hell of a spectacle. Disturbingly beautiful if I'm honest. I... I think that actually helped me get through that fucking hell hole... Just looking up from a muddy fox hole and seeing that tragic event.... It just made me glad to think those Terran bastards that put us here were now burning up in the atmosphere thanks to their 'superiority'." -Helena's description of the opening days of the Karia Conflict

The Terran commanders of the fleet had sent the Avalian 909th Airborne Assault Division to soften up ground targets so the regular Terran infantry could land easily and march right over the heretics who dare opposed them. However, after launching the first waves of drop pods, they unexpectedly had flew their small assault fleet right into an orbital minefield, well disguised as the asteroids that filled the belt that orbited Karia. The heretics had waited for the perfect time then simply obliterated the small fleet, stranding the remnants of the 909th on their planet. Despite this, the 909th didn't completely break. They held out, always remaining mobile and never letting the enemy encircle them. In fact, by the time the reinforcement fleet arrived, Karia's forces had been reduced considerably. However, it was brutal, dirty fighting. Many conflicts were ambushes set by either side, or merciless raids on military and civilian targets alike. Helena survived it all and was promoted thanks to that, but when she came home on leave, she was a different woman. She won't talk about the specifics, but her brutality is somewhat infamous among veteran members of the 909th. Helena went on to participate in a few more operations before she was recommended by her commander to join the 1st Recon. Her commander thought that a mission as equally outlandish as it was.... peaceful even, would be a good change in pace.
@ClocktowerEchos

Of course! Character shall be posted today.
@ClocktowerEchos

So.... you thought you get away with it, didn't you?

Mentioning my kickass airborne peeps, AKA, the Avalians, without me noticing, huh?

And FURTHERMORE! Putting them in a Sci-fi based GATE style RP!?

WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!

.....

mind if i join? XD
In Hello 9 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Hello, and welcome to the wasteland of writing. Where only the laziest of writers survive!

I joke, of course. Welcome anyway. Always good to see someone violently vomiting creativity when they arrive! Great for the upholstery! ;D
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