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Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Indeed, soldier is thankfully one of those occupations worth doubling up on. And since we're apparently floating in a sea of estrogen, our Testosterone Raft must be built strong

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

I also skipped over free, didn't look appealing to me.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Ditto, I also get paranoid cuz I'm not good at making CSes -_-

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Name: Jason "Chemo" Mcintyre
Age: 35
Nationality: United States of America
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Male

Appearance

Jason has dark brown hair that droops down to the middle of his ears and over his forehead, as he's abandoned his military haircut. His eyes are dark brown and come at a nice contrast with his skin, tanned from long exposure to the sun. His nose is slightly ajar from one too many breaks over the course of his time in the Corps, while the rest of his face is unremarkable, neither too handsome nor too ugly. Though he is muscular, its not the thick, heavy muscle more suited to massive lifting, instead it was lean, athletic muscle for smaller loads over longer time. His chin and lips are dusted with a black stubble always, he doesn't let it grow out and tries not to keep it shorter. As for his clothing, whenever in a danger zone he wears his Marine Corps issued body armor, consisting of a standard helmet, armored tacplate with pockets for ammo, shoulder and knee pads and a thin armor covering his thighs. When not in a danger zone, he wears either his fatigues, or a simple ensemble of his boots, cargo pants and a short sleeved T-shirt.

Job: Guard/Soldier

Biography

Jason was born to a computer programmer and a therapist in small town Kentucky, and went through life as a shut in until late Middle School. During this time, he didn't make many friends, and never hung out with them outside of school, making him a particularly lonely child. In 8th grade, he was recruited for his school's Cross Country team, and was slowly drawn out of his shell by the boys and girls on the high school team. He stuck with cross country all the way through college, where he majored in Computer Science with a minor in military science.

Out of College, he enlisted into the Marines as a 2nd Lieutenant because he wanted to have the unique life experience. In the opening stages of the "Blackwater" incident, his unit was deployed to Europe to provide disaster relief to Paris. However, soon it became a combat deployment when the infected, and so much more, came after the Marines. Jason's unit was withdrawn with half his platoon either dead or infected.

Promoted to Captain for his leadership, Jason was now in command of a company. His company was put in charge of managing and defending a small supply base in central Kansas. However, as the outbreak progressed, he went longer and longer without orders from higher up, until eventually they stopped coming. Jason's Company, at his command, looted the supplies and struck out for an airport in Toledo. There, the unit split into smaller groups, as some wanted to stay in the states, and some wanted to go elsewhere. Ultimately, Jason and 60 of his Marines flew to Brazil, where they held up for a time.

Jason himself came to the Refuge much later, when his Marines had all separated. He was alone but with his combat gear still with him. He had wandered all over the world, hitching rides with planes and boats, until he came upon this place. It was organized enough and reminded him of his days in the military, so he settled down in The Refuge. There, though his experience as an officer was used, his training as a soldier was more valuable, so he serves as one of the better fighters in the compound.

Skills/Talents/Traits

Skills and Talents: Leadership, Firearms Training, CQC (Close Quarters Combat) Training, Computer programming and assembly, Endurance Running
Primary Skill: Combat Training. As a U.N.A Marine, Jason is deadly accurate with any rifle or pistol, and able to wield a KABAR combat knife with great effectiveness, along with his own fists.
Hobby: Metalworking, he likes to put two seemingly useless things together to make something useful
Talent: Can project his voice very far and loud
Negative Trait: Poor hearing from long term exposure to gunshots

Gear

Canteen of Slush
Military Ruck/Load Bearing Gear
Canned Food: 15 Cans stowed in his ruck of various flavors
KABAR Combat Knife
M4A9 - US Military Issued Carbine. Fires 7.62 NATO Rounds with a 40 round clip. 250 Rounds held in 7 clips on his gear, one only partially full
Colt Arms 2043 - .45 Caliber handgun, 10 round Magazine, 60 rounds on him at all times in 6 clips.
Remington Arms 12-2010 - 12 Gauge shotgun, military issue, intended for breaching doors but more than capable of killing, 80 shells
UNA-MC issue Machete
Compass
Crowbar
Binoculars.
Knee and Elbow Pads.
3-point weapon sling. (for rifle)
Multipurpose tool kit. (Swiss army knife)
Shoulder mounted light
Ballistics Vest.
Combat Helmet
Gas Mask.
First aid kit.

Deadland. [Zombie Horror Survival]

I'm in

The Last Ship (With a Twist?)

I'm in

Steel Warrior Academy

Ayaka immediately moved into the changing rooms upon dismissal to do so. Entering, her eyes scanned around until they rested on her locker and she walked up, opening it immediately. Contained inside was her pilot suit and, taped to the wall of the locker facing the opening, was a picture of her class back home. She grinned at the sight of the picture and, with a deep breath to calm herself, she began to strip. It was easy to removed and stow her clothes, but she blushed deep red as her underwear followed suit. She pulled the pilot's suit on slowly, as her mother said was necessary. She made sure to keep her motion fluid and calm as she did so, and soon she was clothed in the suit.

Looking over the suit, she couldn't help a slight smile as she glanced at the pure white suit that enabled her to interface with her MF. She then casually stretched and assumed a neutral expression, preparing herself for battle. After a moment, a trademark confidence bubbled up and a grin appeared again. She was a UEG pilot, or at least, she would be one day. That said, she couldn't lose to anyone, not the cocky little girl, not the superior-sounding "Overlord", not anyone. After all, since she'd assumed a frost disposition with everyone else, all she had at this school was her pride.

Steel Warrior Academy

Perhaps something more like a simulation? All combat done in a VR that simulates your actual mecha?

Steel Warrior Academy

Not sure really, but yeah...there is always a tournament.

The time has come.

From her position beside Abigail, Aria watched the group as they progressed. It was strange, their eagerness to rush into battle, after all, there was a reason they were in the sewers in the first place. She checked over her gear once again, thankful that Abigail answered so she didn't have to, and found it satisfactory. A good old ballistic rifle, complemented with railgun technology to propel bigger bullets faster than old rifles. This weapon was stowed in her backpack, thanks to its folding stock, along with its supply of ammunition. The group had some caches throughout the city so, if she did run out of rounds, there were always more. Next up was the Armatech Mk. 7 Laser pistol, stuffed into her jacket. It ran on solar power cells, but she carried plenty of spares within the jacket on the off-chance she was cut off from the sun for awhile. Then there was the pair of mono-knifes on her belt. They were sharpened on a molecular level, so they could cut through much more than a traditional knife. Indeed, the only reason they were able to be sheathed was by this specially designed sheathe. The amount of work required to make even this small sheathe was massive, so making armor with the same protection was simply not worth it, as it'd inevitably just be pierced by lasers, but for a pair of sheathes it had been worth it.

Tyrant did make a point however, their comrades would get orbitally bombed or faced with some similar fate. That said, she also knew it wouldn't be easy to open the gates with this many people. She leaned in closer to Abigail, whispering "Um..Abigail, I can open the gate myself if you'd like. You know I'm great at sneaking around, and I can defend the switch while our people come in too, that way you guys can do something else to help." Abigail was the mission leader, so in the end the call was up to her, but this plan made sense to Aria. After all, one person is less suspicious anyway, especially when that one person is never spotted.