Thayr

Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (Closed to new applications)

NAME

Moss, Lukas

AGE

33

GENDER

Male

NATIONALITY

United States of America

PRIMARY ROLE

Medic

SECONDARY ROLE

Communications Specialist

APPEARANCE

Appearance

Standing at 5’4”, fairly middling as far as height, Lukas’s physique can be described as musculature, well-built, with a little bit of bulk about the midriff. His skin is very well tanned while black hair is kept at a very un-military length with a full beard. A number of sharp cracks and lines form the man’s face, making him seem a good bit older than he really is.

His sense of clothing doesn’t change much between operations and normal attire, with a common line of collared shirts, cargo pants in black or olive green, and black dull boots. A dull mechanical watch is the only outward sign of any degree of wealth, though the item is definitely plain. His helmet bears a Joker on the side.

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BIOGRAPHY

Born 1992 in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Moss would really get a direction of life at the age of nine through a television. Always interested in a military life, he decided from early on that there was really only a few places to properly be. Going though his options while in High School, as a freshman Lukas focused in to study Arabic through whatever possible resources he could get his hands on as well as joining JROTC as a junior. He jumped feet-first into the US Air Force, trying his hand through being qualified as a Parajumper there.

The training, as could be expected for anything of that sort, was as grueling as could be. Lukas worked through it, though, broke down and put back together as it was. There was nothing else to it but developing a mindset that there was that set tasks before him, that set of orders that needed to be fulfilled, and that all which was asked of him was within his capability. The schools were long, sending him across the country, and by the time he’d graduated Lukas had already been enlisted for two years.

He would be assigned to the 24th Special Tactics Squadron, a year later deploying in support of hunter-killer operations in the Middle East against Taliban and Al-Qaeda leadership, and two years after that deployed again for Operation Freedom’s Sentinel. Lukas’s time with the 24th STS would be rewarding, he found, between helping to expedite “family reunions”, saving lives, and a continuous training. He’d even help support the ad-hoc resources deployed to save Malaysia Airlines Flight 830 when it crashed in Afghanistan in 2016, something the man found a special amount of pride in. Two years later, as his contract came to a close, Moss joined with The Activity. His participation with numerous intelligence gathering taskings would lead to several successful “family reunions” - the most public of which being the removal of Ayman al-Zawahiri.

Dry, acidic humor marked with a distinct, continuous use of euphemisms is the eternal dialogue of Lukas Moss. He’s not an airman, really, but a family reunions organizer whether that’s on earth or in hell. He just makes the conditions come together so that the reunion might be perfect, truly perfect. When in certain situations, stressful ones, Lukas looses the humor in exchange for razor sharp focus, a professionalism where everything is just the thing, no baggage attached, and everything is suddenly, emphatically within his capacity to change, to do, to remove.

SERVICE HISTORY

- 2008: Joined JROTC
- 2010: Enlisted USAF, Parajumper. Received FLPB for Arabic. Graduated Basic Training as Airman (E-2)
- 2010: Promotion to Airman 1st Class (E-3)
- 2012: Promotion to Senior airman (E-4)
- 2012: Graduated from Pararescue Apprentice Course, certified PJ. Assigned to 24th STS
- 2013: Deployed in support of Task Force 145 to Iraq, Afghanistan, 6 months
- 2015: Promotion to Staff sergeant (E-5). Deployed in support of Operation Freedom's Sentinel, 2 years
- 2016: Extended Contract by 2 Years. Deployed in response to Malaysia Airlines Flight 830 crash, Afghanistan
- 2018: Joined Intelligence Service Activity
- 2022: Aided in the elimination strike of Ayman al-Zawahiri. Active in Saudi Arabia, Pakistan
- 2025: Assigned to Spearhead Unit

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PRIMARY WEAPON

M27 IAR

KAC NT4 QDSS Suppressor
M27RWK
Vertical Foregrip
AN/PEQ-16A
Trijicon ACOG
60 Round Magpul D-60 Magazines

M89SR sniper rifle

B&T Suppressor
Bipod
AN/PEQ-15
M8541 Scout Sniper Day Scope
Fully Automatic

SIDEARM

Beretta 93R

Suppressor
18 Round Magazines

OTHER GEAR/WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT

USMC Mark 2 combat knife
2 x M67 fragmentation grenade
2 x M14 TH3 incendiary grenade

Trauma kit
AN/PSQ-22
Flipper Zero
1 x Military-use Encrypted Cellphone
5 x Prepaid Flip Phone
Leatherman Wave
French Press

IHPS helmet w/ AN/PSQ-42 ENVG-B
JSGPM/51 gas mask
MBSS vest w/ SAPI, pouches, black
Backpack, black

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OTHER INFORMATION

Hobbies

Chess
Coin Collecting
Cycling
Yoga

Likes

Airport Food
French Press Coffee
People “with large veins”
Dark Chocolate

Dislikes

Alcoholics
Chatterboxes
People “with big feet”
Smokers

Star Wars - Fires of Exaron [5BBY]

Sergeant Haybell, Harsam

Appearance

| {Name} |

Haybell, Harsam

| {Species} |

Human

| {Age} |

33

| {Appearance} |

Standing at 5’6”, standard for many Bakurans, Haybell has a thin, lithe frame fit for a biker trooper. His curling black hair is kept at regulation length, a little crown about his head. The man lacks the normal scars developed by most Stormtroopers and such, though his knuckles and forearms are gnarled by working on speeder bikes and other such tasks.

| {Faction} |

Galactic Empire - Imperial Stormtrooper Corps
Former Bakura Planetary Defense Forces

| {Equipment} |

DC-15A blaster rifle
Bryar pistol
Scout blaster
Merr-Sonn Devastator vibroknife
2 x Fragmentation grenade
1 x Sonic granade

Scout trooper armor, camouflaged
BARC speeder

Standard Equipment

2 x Imperial MRE
2 x Bacta spray
Heat pack
Water purifier
5 x Flare
Grappling hook
Comlink boost system
Entrenching tool
Field maintenance kit

| {Abilities} |

N/A

| {Skills} |

Marksmanship

Like most other Scout Troopers, Haybell is exceptionally proficient with his rifle. Between single shots to short bursts, he can be well assured to hit the target at distances up to several kilometers with the highest power settings.

Public Relations

People are people, nothing more, nothing less, and Haybell tries to keep in mind and to keep in the mind of his subordinates the idea that a population is easier to govern when it wants to be governed, when it benefits from being governed. As such, he has a grand preference towards cooperation with local communities, towards actual effective policing of those communities through aggressively pursuing outside criminal elements. Minor crimes are often dismissed for Haybell, preferring instead to involve the family or close-in community to dissuade from repeat minor offenses.

| {Weaknesses} |

Close Quarters Combat

While he’s had the training for it, Haybell has nevertheless found close quarters combat to be perhaps one of the least joyful things to perform. A drunken fool is one thing to deal with, but an opponent with a weapon of their own intending on doing harm is another phrase for a rifle target at close range to Haybell. Nevertheless, he does carry a vibroknife as standard issue.

Droid Relations

As a native of Bakura, Haybell has an intense distrust towards droids of any and all stripes. Whether it be a maintenance droid performing some mundane task, hauler droids moving cargo, or medical droids saving a life, all he sees are tools that can go wrong and precisely how they can go wrong. After all, there’s just code and hardware running for those things and no telling precisely what kind of viruses they might have.

| {History} |

Born on Bakura some sixteen years before the beginning of the Clone Wars, Haybell would see the decline of the Republic through holo-screens, newsfeeds, and other bits of fragmented information. The world lacked much of the integral connections that could be seen through the Core and out to the worlds governed by the Trade Federation, and being so isolated in the western fringes could only boast a tenuous link to the Republic.

When the Clone Wars began, Haybell could only watch from afar. Too young to join the Planetary Defense Forces, too distant to enlist with either, like many Bakurans Haybell felt an initial strong disgust towards the Confederation. Their grand use of droids was a mistake, he felt, a massive mistake that could lead to the worst catastrophes possible: droid revolutions in a mass sense. Haybell had been raised with the stories by his grandparents on the one perpetrated on Bakura after all, and that had been mining droids. The image of a whole droid army performing such was horrifying to the young man. The establishment of a small CIS base on Bakura would only serve to enflame his distaste to them, their flagrant abuse of the planet’s neutrality in the war chafing against his more independent senses. Along all the way, Haybell would hear about the war crimes perpetrated by the Confederation, the gassings, the bombings. His desire to join the Republic’s efforts to remove the Confederation could only grow, all without the desire to continue the Republic’s position as the dominant galactic power.

He would, amid the Clone Wars, enlist with the PDF as a combat engineer, intending on at the very least serving his people in case the CIS attacks, with the rest of that contract being fairly mundane. There would be little change from one to the other, with the same news being given, the same stories being told, though the brutality of the Confederation was highlighted throughout the Outer Rim Sieges. These things only helped to make Haybell even more interested in joining with the Republic, though the war would end far before that. The transition from the Republic to the Galactic Empire would be less than interesting to the young man, seeing the rise of the CIS and, before it, the Trade Federation a signal to the ineffective methods of those before. The end of the Western Reaches Operation, the sweeping-away of the last vestiges of the CIS in the region, and the end of Haybell’s contract with the PDF would allow him to travel off and away, off to the Imperial Academy on Eriadu.

Recruit Haybell found himself much acclamated to the speeder bike, taking to it rapidly compared to the other recruits during assessment trainings and would be assigned to the Scout Trooper program there. Unlike many of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps, he would be encouraged with the fierce brand of independent thought, aggression, and intelligent assessment. Marksmanship also came well to the young man, something born of long hours on the range with the PDF. The young man struggled with the precise use or trust of the recon droids, however, often not employing them in trainings with a reliance on his own observations. While such was detrimental to his overall scores, it would not prevent Haybell from graduating Eriadu as a trooper with the 66th Battalion.

His time there would be fairly mundane as far as planetary assaults, engagements, and the puttings-down of rebellions went. They would act almost as frontier police, watching over much of the less populated worlds for signs of smugglers, pirates, and rebellious activity born over from the end of the CIS. Just five years in and Haybell, then a Corporal, would be assigned to the garrison at Exaron. Since then, he has taken part in the standard patrols and field exercises, working to try and gain some semblance of relations with the local population. His promotion to Sergeant would come by virtue of time in service instead of anything especially notable, though throughout Haybell’s time on Exaron he has accumulated a good reputation for preferring soft controls over the harsher influences.

3rd Scout Lance, 2nd Platoon, C Scout Troop

Trooper Roudea, Ashlkai - Sniper

Appearance

| {Name} |

Roudea, Ashlkai

| {Species} |

Human

| {Age} |

21

| {Equipment} |

DC-15A blaster rifle
E-11s sniper rifle
Scout blaster
Merr-Sonn Devastator vibroknife
2 x Fragmentation grenade
1 x Sonic granade

Scout trooper armor, camouflaged
BARC speeder

Standard Equipment

2 x Imperial MRE
Heat pack
Water purifier
5 x Flare
Grappling hook
Comlink boost system
Entrenching tool
Field maintenance kit

Trooper Lawket, Giotri - Gunner

Appearance

| {Name} |

Lawket, Giotri

| {Species} |

Human

| {Age} |

26

| {Equipment} |

DC-15A blaster rifle
Scout blaster
Merr-Sonn Devastator vibroknife
2 x Fragmentation grenade
1 x Sonic granade

Scout trooper armor, camouflaged
HOB heavy repeating blaster
BARC speeder

Standard Equipment

2 x Imperial MRE
2 x Bacta spray
Heat pack
Water purifier
5 x Flare
Grappling hook
Comlink boost system
Entrenching tool
Field maintenance kit

Trooper Calpin, Nicbrae - Grenadier

Appearance

| {Name} |

Calpin, Nicbrae

| {Species} |

Human

| {Age} |

24

| {Equipment} |

DC-15A blaster rifle
Viper grenade launcher
Scout blaster
Merr-Sonn Devastator vibroknife
10 x Fragmentation grenade
4 x Sonic granade
2 x Anti-vehicle grenade

Scout trooper armor, camouflaged
BARC speeder

Standard Equipment

2 x Imperial MRE
2 x Bacta spray
Heat pack
Water purifier
5 x Flare
Grappling hook
Comlink boost system
Entrenching tool
Field maintenance kit

Trooper Salfer, Rortur

Appearance

| {Name} |

Salfer, Rortur

| {Species} |

Human

| {Age} |

19

| {Equipment} |

DC-15A blaster rifle
Scout blaster
Merr-Sonn Devastator vibroknife
2 x Fragmentation grenade
1 x Sonic granade

Scout trooper armor, camouflaged
BARC speeder

Standard Equipment

2 x Imperial MRE
2 x Bacta spray
Heat pack
Water purifier
5 x Flare
Grappling hook
Comlink boost system
Entrenching tool
Field maintenance kit

Star Wars - Fires of Exaron [5BBY]

@Lord Wraith@Byrd Man@webboysurf@Chev@Gunther@Naril@Skwint@Isabel LaSainte@Raqueltrper@ChronicleMan@FlokiMS@Theyra@PatientBean@Kensai@mattmanganon

That is way more people expressed interest than I thought.

Surely we'll get one or two applications atleast then.

@Sep

And you forgot me, too!
lol

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Industrial Districts are off limits.

@ERode

Well
Shit

EDIT: In that case, Brewery District I suppose

Man, third edit as I look over this more and realize that I probably won't have the time or energy for jumping into a mechanics based, back to back game with all the other ones. Apologies, but I'll just be watching from the sidelines.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Heh, that Personnel cost. We’re turning humans into building materials, eh?

@ERode

Only the finest bricks in this city.

By the way, I'd like to reserve Smoke Risers as a District if at all possible.

Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (Closed to new applications)

Well, Lukas Moss is complete.

Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (Closed to new applications)

<Snipped quote by Thayr>

Nothing too excessive or out-there. For example, no man-portable miniguns or suchlike; no archaic weapons like WW2 or such. And nothing 'memey' or too 'video game' ish. I will mock you relentlessly if you take a Desert Eagle, for example.

@Rhona W

I also mean as far as "Can we take equipment not normally issued or issued by allied powers?"

Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (Closed to new applications)

How restrictive are you planning on primary weapons / gear being?

Spearhead: A modern/near future Special Forces RP (Closed to new applications)

Moss, Lukas - Medic, Communications

NAME

Moss, Lukas

AGE

33

GENDER

Male

NATIONALITY

United States of America

PRIMARY ROLE

Medic

SECONDARY ROLE

Communications Specialist

APPEARANCE

Appearance

Standing at 5’4”, fairly middling as far as height, Lukas’s physique can be described as musculature, well-built, with a little bit of bulk about the midriff. His skin is very well tanned while black hair is kept at a very un-military length with a full beard. A number of sharp cracks and lines form the man’s face, making him seem a good bit older than he really is.

His sense of clothing doesn’t change much between operations and normal attire, with a common line of collared shirts, cargo pants in black or olive green, and black dull boots. A dull mechanical watch is the only outward sign of any degree of wealth, though the item is definitely plain. His helmet bears a Joker on the side.

---

BIOGRAPHY

Born 1992 in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Moss would really get a direction of life at the age of nine through a television. Always interested in a military life, he decided from early on that there was really only a few places to properly be. Going though his options while in High School, as a freshman Lukas focused in to study Arabic through whatever possible resources he could get his hands on as well as joining JROTC as a junior. He jumped feet-first into the US Air Force, trying his hand through being qualified as a Parajumper there.

The training, as could be expected for anything of that sort, was as grueling as could be. Lukas worked through it, though, broke down and put back together as it was. There was nothing else to it but developing a mindset that there was that set tasks before him, that set of orders that needed to be fulfilled, and that all which was asked of him was within his capability. The schools were long, sending him across the country, and by the time he’d graduated Lukas had already been enlisted for two years.

He would be assigned to the 24th Special Tactics Squadron, a year later deploying in support of hunter-killer operations in the Middle East against Taliban and Al-Qaeda leadership, and two years after that deployed again for Operation Freedom’s Sentinel. Lukas’s time with the 24th STS would be rewarding, he found, between helping to expedite “family reunions”, saving lives, and a continuous training. He’d even help support the ad-hoc resources deployed to save Malaysia Airlines Flight 830 when it crashed in Afghanistan in 2016, something the man found a special amount of pride in. Two years later, as his contract came to a close, Moss joined with The Activity. His participation with numerous intelligence gathering taskings would lead to several successful “family reunions” - the most public of which being the removal of Ayman al-Zawahiri.

Dry, acidic humor marked with a distinct, continuous use of euphemisms is the eternal dialogue of Lukas Moss. He’s not an airman, really, but a family reunions organizer whether that’s on earth or in hell. He just makes the conditions come together so that the reunion might be perfect, truly perfect. When in certain situations, stressful ones, Lukas looses the humor in exchange for razor sharp focus, a professionalism where everything is just the thing, no baggage attached, and everything is suddenly, emphatically within his capacity to change, to do, to remove.

SERVICE HISTORY

- 2008: Joined JROTC
- 2010: Enlisted USAF, Parajumper. Received FLPB for Arabic. Graduated Basic Training as Airman (E-2)
- 2010: Promotion to Airman 1st Class (E-3)
- 2012: Promotion to Senior airman (E-4)
- 2012: Graduated from Pararescue Apprentice Course, certified PJ. Assigned to 24th STS
- 2013: Deployed in support of Task Force 145 to Iraq, Afghanistan, 6 months
- 2015: Promotion to Staff sergeant (E-5). Deployed in support of Operation Freedom's Sentinel, 2 years
- 2016: Extended Contract by 2 Years. Deployed in response to Malaysia Airlines Flight 830 crash, Afghanistan
- 2018: Joined Intelligence Service Activity
- 2022: Aided in the elimination strike of Ayman al-Zawahiri. Active in Saudi Arabia, Pakistan
- 2025: Assigned to Spearhead Unit

---

PRIMARY WEAPON

M27 IAR

KAC NT4 QDSS Suppressor
M27RWK
Vertical Foregrip
AN/PEQ-16A
Trijicon ACOG
60 Round Magpul D-60 Magazines

M89SR sniper rifle

B&T Suppressor
Bipod
AN/PEQ-15
M8541 Scout Sniper Day Scope
Fully Automatic

SIDEARM

Beretta 93R

Suppressor
18 Round Magazines

OTHER GEAR/WEAPONS/EQUIPMENT

USMC Mark 2 combat knife
2 x M67 fragmentation grenade
2 x M14 TH3 incendiary grenade

Trauma kit
AN/PSQ-22
Flipper Zero
1 x Military-use Encrypted Cellphone
5 x Prepaid Flip Phone
Leatherman Wave
French Press

IHPS helmet w/ AN/PSQ-42 ENVG-B
JSGPM/51 gas mask
MBSS vest w/ SAPI, pouches, black
Backpack, black

---

OTHER INFORMATION

Hobbies

Chess
Coin Collecting
Cycling
Yoga

Likes

Airport Food
French Press Coffee
People “with large veins”
Dark Chocolate

Dislikes

Alcoholics
Chatterboxes
People “with big feet”
Smokers

Recollections: Primal Sinister

┤ Idles-In-Shade ├

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┤ Location: Berny Park, Lower District, Cloverfield
┤ Date: 20:00 EST 23 November 2024 (Sunday)
┤ Mentions: N/A

Three men nearer to the eastern entrance - they had only just crossed the precipice, the crow said - dressed in tattered coats and ragged shoes with a shopping cart. He could hear the squeal of one wheel as it doubtless trundled further into the park since they’d first been seen, a high-pitched cry. They weren’t loud, though, not yelling, not cheering one-another, not upsetting the park. Another would be watching them still, he knew. He’d told them to.

Glass eyes stared into the distance as he listened. Little hands clutched a dull-shine needle as it passed in and out of the weave, a green-red fabric picked by the offerings of one old-time resident. Coarse fur, no longer the great sheen that it had been before, stood on-end here, there. The crow paid no attention to such strangeness. It had no need to do so, just as it had no need to be referred to as a he or she. It was a tool created for the purposes of the fortress, just the same as the winding trails were both the walls of that fortress and its courtyards. In and out that needle dove, hands working without his concentration upon them.

The branch gently swayed, both by the cold breeze and by the little motions of his hands. They were known to the crow, for he’d seen them before just four weeks prior. Old time residents who came and went when there was no other choice. Old time residents who knew the rules they had to follow and the safety that was promised. Old time residents who weren’t going to make a mess as they left. They were acceptable, he felt. They didn’t impose themselves often after all, didn’t try to turn the park into their own, didn’t try to trash the trails. The crow continued its report. There was more.

A couple walking through the south end…they didn’t sound familiar. Humans were strange to look to a park for their privacy, to do their strangeness, and these two sounded like a pair. Well, as much as a pair as humans deigned to be at any given time. He had never taken much care to learn, in one way or another, how they came to be, how they settled to be, how such had differences. Some were pairs for a moment, a passing of cash between, some pairs for a month, some pairs for a life. It wasn’t something he’d had much experience in, back before. The creator had broken the normal rules in pairings, had been seen as more to those who followed him for the brief times. In any case…they were not violators of the rules as he considered them. They well could be, though. Something to be continued to be watched, that’s what they were.

Others in the park, here and there. Not many. Not many that he recognized, either, compared to the first three. A long exhale, cold and rattling, as yelling broke through the air in the close distance. People were always yelling now and again at such hours, yelling about things that never did seem to matter, yelling about things that did. Ears pricked up, small little coarse hairs falling from his ears as the hands finally ceased their incessant knitting. Which was it? Would it even really matter? Curiosity was the excuse, of course, that inward excuse he used to comfort his own conscience about the idea of meddling about with the city surrounding his fortress, curiosity and a need to know the situations beyond his walls for safety and security. Only fools believed that the conditions beyond one's defenses didn't matter. And yet…and yet it was coupled with something else. That second component was a strange feeling, an uncomfortable feeling, one of a small desire to know if it did or didn't matter, one to interfere if too serious. He could shake it away, true enough, shake it away and consider the whole matter closed. If he chanced the idea of help then the fortress itself might be compromised. And yet, yet still despite all that, some portion…

Glassy eyes were still open, watching as the branch that once stretched out before him normally turn…strange. The end seemed to curved and turn as leaves once well out of the way began to grow out and away, curving in against itself. The ground seemed further away, the dark sky still a ceiling, as the question asked again and again inside of his mind. The crow was long forgotten amid all this, flying away through a hole in the branches that hadn’t been there before.

And then…the inward conflict died away with the yelling. The question no longer needed to be asked. The branch kept to its impossible, betrayed shape as he repeated mantras to himself, words of comfort, words of duty. The pounding of a still heart died in his ears.

He looked about. No one was there on the still branch with him.

Did he want…no. He did not want another there with him. That wouldn’t be right. That wouldn’t be good. He breathed, in and out, in and out, and eventually Idles-In-Shade allowed himself to pass into sleep.