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I've somewhat revamped my character, adding better equipment descriptions and his battle suit. Forgot to mention it here.
It worked! Thanks
By the way, I can't see the map. Any way for me to fix this?
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Locks' faint smile slowly fell into a grim expression.
So it finally started, huh.
It seemed that the carnage going down below had been coming a long time now, and Locks wasn't too surprised by the live feed. He wasn't so sure as to call himself a seasoned veteran, but he had seen some shit in his few tours. The adrenaline that would course through him before battles was long gone now. He tried to maintain a lighthearted attitude - something that seemed more and more difficult as he progressed through his military career. I must be getting old. He was turning 30 in a few months; it was the magical number of the end of his youth.
He felt comfortable enough, wearing a white wife beater and green sweatpants. He was a little chilly. He stayed quietly in his room, going through yoga positions he'd been taught when he first began fighting. They'd always helped him focus, especially before big events. Once he felt good and ready, Locks sat up on his bunk, looking at his beloved Sig Sauer. Sheila, he called it; the name was etched on the side. That's what he'd named his first dog - a chubby little pug. It'd been by his side since he'd graduated from the Academy. A parting gift from his parents. His thumb ran over the ingrained letters while he reminisced of his fat little dog. A smile drew across his face as a sharp familiar voice cut through the air.
"All 1st Breacher Company Personal report to the Patton in five minutes for briefing, then suit up and hit the armory."
Captain Knight Locks had met him for the first time not too long ago. In all honesty, he didn't mind operating under someone of the same rank. As long as Knight proved a good leader, Locks was willing to follow. That was still to be put to the test, however. Either way, that was his cue. Ben stood from his bunk and pulled on his black beret, signifying his rank. After placing Sheila on his hip he proceeded down to the Patton. Walking a distance in front of him, a young man seemed to be heading in the direction he was. Sure enough, he saw the younger guy enter the briefing area and Ben followed suit.
So it finally started, huh.
It seemed that the carnage going down below had been coming a long time now, and Locks wasn't too surprised by the live feed. He wasn't so sure as to call himself a seasoned veteran, but he had seen some shit in his few tours. The adrenaline that would course through him before battles was long gone now. He tried to maintain a lighthearted attitude - something that seemed more and more difficult as he progressed through his military career. I must be getting old. He was turning 30 in a few months; it was the magical number of the end of his youth.
He felt comfortable enough, wearing a white wife beater and green sweatpants. He was a little chilly. He stayed quietly in his room, going through yoga positions he'd been taught when he first began fighting. They'd always helped him focus, especially before big events. Once he felt good and ready, Locks sat up on his bunk, looking at his beloved Sig Sauer. Sheila, he called it; the name was etched on the side. That's what he'd named his first dog - a chubby little pug. It'd been by his side since he'd graduated from the Academy. A parting gift from his parents. His thumb ran over the ingrained letters while he reminisced of his fat little dog. A smile drew across his face as a sharp familiar voice cut through the air.
"All 1st Breacher Company Personal report to the Patton in five minutes for briefing, then suit up and hit the armory."
Captain Knight Locks had met him for the first time not too long ago. In all honesty, he didn't mind operating under someone of the same rank. As long as Knight proved a good leader, Locks was willing to follow. That was still to be put to the test, however. Either way, that was his cue. Ben stood from his bunk and pulled on his black beret, signifying his rank. After placing Sheila on his hip he proceeded down to the Patton. Walking a distance in front of him, a young man seemed to be heading in the direction he was. Sure enough, he saw the younger guy enter the briefing area and Ben followed suit.
drallinix said
k gotcha itll be up in a bit I want to really establish him as a character.
Have a conversation with Locklear as well. I'll have my introduction up soon enough.
Could we get a list of accept characters on the OP? It'd make it a lot easier for me to see who's who and to read all of them.
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Hey guys, I think that if you're discussing things that don't pertain to the general RP as a whole and more into specifics, you should take it to PMs. Just so we don't spam the thread with confusing mixed conversations. However, that's just my $.02
I haven't seen the GM since I've posted lol. He has quite a reading set for him.
Anyway, is it confirmed that my character is in the Hard Knocks?
Anyway, is it confirmed that my character is in the Hard Knocks?
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