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Tyrone straightened up
"Yes Ma'am, sorry for holding things up, I'll head straight to the drop-ships and get ready for deployment"
He nodded at the Medic as well as woman who had newly arrived before making a quick exit. He shook his head to himself as he heard the Warrant Officer he had been chatting with schmoozing behind him.
If I had a pair of tits I bet he'd really keep an eye out for me out there.
He made his way through the new ship
Just a left and... oh wait was it a right or?
He realized that he had gotten himself lost. He hadn't been given much of a rundown of the ship as the new guy, and had fallen behind the pack that was leaving the armory thanks to his conversation. He began to get nervous, deployment was soon as he was going to be stuck in the depths of a large an elaborate ship... he realized that he probably should have followed the Officer's lead as he continued to walk through the halls, trying to act as though he knew exactly where he was going.
"Yes Ma'am, sorry for holding things up, I'll head straight to the drop-ships and get ready for deployment"
He nodded at the Medic as well as woman who had newly arrived before making a quick exit. He shook his head to himself as he heard the Warrant Officer he had been chatting with schmoozing behind him.
If I had a pair of tits I bet he'd really keep an eye out for me out there.
He made his way through the new ship
Just a left and... oh wait was it a right or?
He realized that he had gotten himself lost. He hadn't been given much of a rundown of the ship as the new guy, and had fallen behind the pack that was leaving the armory thanks to his conversation. He began to get nervous, deployment was soon as he was going to be stuck in the depths of a large an elaborate ship... he realized that he probably should have followed the Officer's lead as he continued to walk through the halls, trying to act as though he knew exactly where he was going.
Name: Rich Damsey
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: M4 carbine with 6 bullets (mostly just holds it for intimidation purposes), sidearm with 3 clips, combat knife
Skills: Disciplined, a good leader, has an air of authority around him
Unusual traits: A mutation gives him enhanced senses, in the heat of the moment time slows down for him
Appearance:
Brief Personality: Serious, no nonsense, old guy who craves order and discipline. "Old fashioned" in a lot of ways
Background:
Rich remembers what it was like. He remembers coming home to his parents, eating a warm meal, and most of all, he remembers civilization. He misses the people, the nightly news, hell sometimes he even misses advertisements. He was a young man by the time things went to shit, and he thought for sure that the news about escalating tensions was just another media frenzy over nothing. He was too busy going to school for political science to worry about the world ending.
From day one, he sought out other people. It could never be the same, but Rich was determined. Rich drifted around, looking for community, or just something that resembled civilization. He realized that bandits were better at organizing than actual upstanding people, so he started his own band of do-gooders, promising shelter and community to all who came in peace. For three years they slowly built something like a home, numbering in the dozens and even getting some crops growing. The word got out about the safe haven by the East Coast of the United States. Of course, with benevolent friends looking for refuge came trouble also, from marauders who saw something to destroy.
Rich is haunted by the fact that he failed to go down with his ship, but there was nothing left for him to do. The survivors scattered from his little community, and all in different directions. He didn't want to travel anymore but the decimation of his home left little choice. He would have to start over somewhere else, try again, be more strict this time about who can come in. He decided to head toward the ruined city of New York, hoping to find others who wanted stability and order instead of lawlessness and anarchy.
Alone or with someone: Alone
Other: Wants to establish a new government and rebuild more than anything. His older age and lack of medicine means that he's lost a step, but his mutation allows him to hold his own in a fight. He doesn't care much for his own life, just establishing a legacy and some kind of hope for future generations.
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: M4 carbine with 6 bullets (mostly just holds it for intimidation purposes), sidearm with 3 clips, combat knife
Skills: Disciplined, a good leader, has an air of authority around him
Unusual traits: A mutation gives him enhanced senses, in the heat of the moment time slows down for him
Appearance:
Brief Personality: Serious, no nonsense, old guy who craves order and discipline. "Old fashioned" in a lot of ways
Background:
Rich remembers what it was like. He remembers coming home to his parents, eating a warm meal, and most of all, he remembers civilization. He misses the people, the nightly news, hell sometimes he even misses advertisements. He was a young man by the time things went to shit, and he thought for sure that the news about escalating tensions was just another media frenzy over nothing. He was too busy going to school for political science to worry about the world ending.
From day one, he sought out other people. It could never be the same, but Rich was determined. Rich drifted around, looking for community, or just something that resembled civilization. He realized that bandits were better at organizing than actual upstanding people, so he started his own band of do-gooders, promising shelter and community to all who came in peace. For three years they slowly built something like a home, numbering in the dozens and even getting some crops growing. The word got out about the safe haven by the East Coast of the United States. Of course, with benevolent friends looking for refuge came trouble also, from marauders who saw something to destroy.
Rich is haunted by the fact that he failed to go down with his ship, but there was nothing left for him to do. The survivors scattered from his little community, and all in different directions. He didn't want to travel anymore but the decimation of his home left little choice. He would have to start over somewhere else, try again, be more strict this time about who can come in. He decided to head toward the ruined city of New York, hoping to find others who wanted stability and order instead of lawlessness and anarchy.
Alone or with someone: Alone
Other: Wants to establish a new government and rebuild more than anything. His older age and lack of medicine means that he's lost a step, but his mutation allows him to hold his own in a fight. He doesn't care much for his own life, just establishing a legacy and some kind of hope for future generations.
aww I kinda wanted to see this one happen. Ill bump it for ya op
Oh wait, the music is only in the cockpit, editing
Tyrone reached his hand out to shake with the Officer, he could tell that the initial intimidation tactics were a test of some kind, and he had passed. He smirked at the outrageous comment in spite of himself. The guy definitely had a strong personality, in a strange way, a break from the typical clean-cut officers he had encountered was somewhat refreshing.
"I'll stay close... well, not too close"
He once again gestured with the sniper, he wouldn't want to get mixed up right in the face of the action with a long range weapon.
"But I'll give you cover... that is of course if you'll even need it."
He once again smirked, a little more deliberately this time. He did want to stick with this guy, but of course he didn't seem the type that would like the implication that he would even need help from a lowly private.
Either way it was becoming quite clear between the music and action movie-esque Officer he'd be following that this wasn't an ordinary ship
This... will be an interesting deployment
"I'll stay close... well, not too close"
He once again gestured with the sniper, he wouldn't want to get mixed up right in the face of the action with a long range weapon.
"But I'll give you cover... that is of course if you'll even need it."
He once again smirked, a little more deliberately this time. He did want to stick with this guy, but of course he didn't seem the type that would like the implication that he would even need help from a lowly private.
Either way it was becoming quite clear between the music and action movie-esque Officer he'd be following that this wasn't an ordinary ship
This... will be an interesting deployment
Tyrone waited for the flirtatious conversation before him to finish and tried to act as though he wasn't hearing a blatant violation of protocol. He knew better than to question a superior, especially one who's trying to get laid. Fucking around was has always been the number one reason for protocol violation after all, at least in his experience. Tyrone didn't have time for such things if he wanted to go above and beyond, he'd rather focus on the mission at hand.
When the imposing officer finally turned to meet his gaze, he managed to maintain strong eye contact despite the surprising harshness of his stare. He would have been put off by his sudden change in tone if not for the fact that being treated as subhuman was par the course for someone of his rank. Despite this, of all of the icy stares and callous greetings Tyrone has gotten, this one certainly put him off the most. He straightened his posture and barked out
"Tyrone Harvey sir, Private First Class..."
At least he can get serious if he has to... even if it means being an asshole.
He wanted to say more, but knew better than to speak before spoken to with this guy's type.
When the imposing officer finally turned to meet his gaze, he managed to maintain strong eye contact despite the surprising harshness of his stare. He would have been put off by his sudden change in tone if not for the fact that being treated as subhuman was par the course for someone of his rank. Despite this, of all of the icy stares and callous greetings Tyrone has gotten, this one certainly put him off the most. He straightened his posture and barked out
"Tyrone Harvey sir, Private First Class..."
At least he can get serious if he has to... even if it means being an asshole.
He wanted to say more, but knew better than to speak before spoken to with this guy's type.
Is this rp still open?
As Tyrone approached the armory, he knew that he should take into account the weapons of choice of those around him.
A looot of cqc going on today, even... a flamethrower, interesting
It didn't surprise him, of course, he had heard the stories about Officer O'Henessey and his tendency to be kind of, well, psychotic. Exaggerated, surely, no one describes their superiors as loving or compassionate; but he did know that the flamethrower was not a weapon that many chose willingly; most soldiers are professionals who don't get off on smelling the charred flesh of their victims.
Either way, I'll just have to go the opposite direction
He grabbed a sniper rifle off the wall, as well as a sidearm and combat knife in case things got personal. He knew he could lay down good cover fire from a distance, and even if he didn't want to admit it, the idea of being right in the fray may have scared Tyrone just a bit.
He approached O'Henessey knowing that most would give him a wide berth. The guy was tough, but he's dealt lot of tough guys, with his father being the toughest of them all. The fact that he was having a conversation with a medic that seemed less than... professional may have deterred him a bit, but nonetheless, he wanted to make a good impression. His steps brought him to the back of the Warrant Officer as he finished speaking.
Tyrone opened his mouth just as bizarre music began to blare over the intercom, interrupting the usual chatter.
Some kind of prank
He wasn't nearly as amused as the superior who stood before him chuckling, and he tapped on his back to get his attention.
"I can keep an eye out for you from afar out there if needed sir" Tyrone tried to shout over the music as he gestured with his rife.
A looot of cqc going on today, even... a flamethrower, interesting
It didn't surprise him, of course, he had heard the stories about Officer O'Henessey and his tendency to be kind of, well, psychotic. Exaggerated, surely, no one describes their superiors as loving or compassionate; but he did know that the flamethrower was not a weapon that many chose willingly; most soldiers are professionals who don't get off on smelling the charred flesh of their victims.
Either way, I'll just have to go the opposite direction
He grabbed a sniper rifle off the wall, as well as a sidearm and combat knife in case things got personal. He knew he could lay down good cover fire from a distance, and even if he didn't want to admit it, the idea of being right in the fray may have scared Tyrone just a bit.
He approached O'Henessey knowing that most would give him a wide berth. The guy was tough, but he's dealt lot of tough guys, with his father being the toughest of them all. The fact that he was having a conversation with a medic that seemed less than... professional may have deterred him a bit, but nonetheless, he wanted to make a good impression. His steps brought him to the back of the Warrant Officer as he finished speaking.
Tyrone opened his mouth just as bizarre music began to blare over the intercom, interrupting the usual chatter.
Some kind of prank
He wasn't nearly as amused as the superior who stood before him chuckling, and he tapped on his back to get his attention.
"I can keep an eye out for you from afar out there if needed sir" Tyrone tried to shout over the music as he gestured with his rife.
I think it's fine? People can get annoyances like that in real life and could be a bonding oppurtunity?
@TheRealCrow
I'm working on a reply right now
@ClocktowerEchos
Actually yeah, you're right, it confused me in one of the first posts but I'll get used to it
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