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Current I have been on here for three hours. Let me repeat that, on here for three hours that I usually spend on books! this website is so fun and welcoming!
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Ethan had followed his new leader to the debrief room, keeping the same pace as his new captain. When the team had entered the room, Ethan simply moved a chair to face Atticus and sat down. Ethan listened to his speech thoroughly, mentally taking notes of everything in case it may be needed in a future situation. After ensuring that he had an absolute understanding of everything spoken, and even memorized, Ethan spoke up, "Your order has been comprehended, acknowledged, and noted for future reference," Ethan spoke out monotonously.

Ethan took a moment to observe the rest of the team, and he was satisfied with the potential plans and strategies that could be carried out should they need them. Ethan had already decided to mentally consider scenarios in which the team may face, and how to counter any threats while he was listening to them. There is no logic, he had already discovered long ago, in remaining mentally idle when there are opportunities to test his mental capabilities.

Ethan also awaited for any further speech from his new teammates, deciding to memorize what they say for further any information that could be utilized.
Training Day Zero


BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."





"Your morning well-wishes have been acknowledged and reciprocated. Thank you, Ava," Ethan responded to the AI concisely, as usual. Ethan rose from the bed, taking a five-second break that he had actually recorded on his schedule; the same schedule that was planned to account for nearly every second of the day he spent conscious. Ethan briefly glanced at the next task on his schedule, though he already had it memorized.

After Ethan spent a small duration of time dedicated to making his bed, he walked to the next designated location on the schedule in order to do his morning exercises. Ethan's daily exercises composed of a collection of different, yet standard exercises, at least by spartan standards. By the end of the various exercises, Ethan was breathing heavier than before, but his composure did not change from prior to the physical exertion.

As was Ethan's expectations and intentions, today, his position on the leader board had been displayed in the low-thirties. He had calculated that, at his current increase in strength and other various physical values, he would get to the twenty fifth position in exactly one year, seven months, two weeks, and three days. This was satisfactory and met Ethan's standards, thus, he moved on towards the next destination he was instructed to attend: the mess hall.

Ethan proceeded to enter the mess hall. Without even acknowledging that he was aware of the other Spartans' presence, took a look at the order of the chairs in order to find the destination of his own chair. After creating and navigating a path through the crowd of Spartans to get to his own seat, Ethan sat down.

Ethan allowed his thoughts to wander into various possible problems he could end up facing in future missions, and how he could solve them. However, once the loud speakers turned on, Ethan gave his full attention to any and all further announcements. It took a couple of hours of Ethan sitting stationary, but he walked at a decent pace to his position when his name was called, "Spartan #643."

Ethan made it to the stage fairly quickly, and stood near the man who was sorting the teams. When he made it, he was told his position on the team, "You will be filling the role of tactical."

"Yes, sir," Ethan stood at the indicated spot that had been marked for the tactical Spartan. Ethan was satisfied with being the tactical member, and even anticipated his placement as one.
I'm in, just mention me so that I see any announcements of starting.
Name: Ethan Warren

gender: Male

Age: 18

Serial #:643

Appearance: Under the armor, Ethan is a pale guy, with blue eyes and black hair. Ethan's armor, as though it is as pale as he is himself, is a light gray. The armor has a red stripe that starts at the chin of the helmet and moves up until it meets the pale green visor. The visor itself is more reflective than most armor, along with a hexagonal pattern on it. This is intended to allow the user to see through walls and other such abilities a tactical spartan should have. After the Stripe meets the visor, it splits into two lines that follow the visor to each side. Once the stripe reaches the ends of the visor, the go straight up once again, to the back of the helmet. Besides that stripe, the rest of the armor is simply gray with red trimmings.

Specialty: Tactical

Personality: Ethan is a very logical person. He approaches every situation, whether it is social, militaristic, or personal, with the ideal of solving it in a reasonable and intelligent way. He does not often talk to people, but he will have no qualms answering questions or responding to someone. Aside from that, Ethan most often plays chess, reads, or makes plans for battle.

Weapon of choice: Ethan uses a battle rifle as his main weapon, preferring to be in places he know that an enemy will be in soon to shoot them. He knows where the enemies are due to his ability to see through walls, and he keeps an eye on everything and everyone in battle to easily make strategies.
Ilumen anxiously rubs his hand across the cloak. He is gazing far into the distance, nearly the horizon. He is able to see land, meaning that this trip is nearly over after about a week of sailing. The trip wasn't particularly bad, this ferry may have been very good at some point; but, the many years seem to have caused it a lot of damage. The rails are more rust than metal at this point, the floorboards have been cracking in some portions of the ship, and he has even seen some repairs done by tying two of the parts together.

Still though, Ilumen is thankful he managed to make it this far. It had taken him nearly an hour of talking to the sailor, showing the sailor Ilumen's ticket, and avoiding giving away personal information before the sailor agreed to take him to the mainland. Ilumen knew that if the sailor knew he was a frost tiefling then the sailor would probably throw him overboard. Lucky for him, he had a nice, semi-new cloak to rely on for some semblance of a hiding place.

Ilumen sighs quite loudly now, his shoulders slump beneath the cloak to indicate the twinge of sadness and regret he had for leaving behind Brick. Brick, of course, had fully supported the decision for him to explore the mainland, but Ilumen had just not felt like he was fully prepared to leave him. Before Ilumen had traveled to the pier where he would be taking the ferry, Brick had decided to talk to him. Alongside their exchange of farewells and good lucks, Brick had given him the cloak that he is wearing at the present moment. The cloak was, and still is, a wonderful article of clothing. It is dark, navy blue with a gold yellow trim and several small, complex designs on it. Unfortunately, the cloak was probably pulled out of an old box that belonged to Brick; as the edges showed minor damages, like it had been through a lot in its time.

Ilumen Really hoped that this adventure would pay off, and that he wouldn't regret traveling with Arianna in the near future. Ilumen had, after all, put a lot of faith in the chance that he would earn respect from adventuring.




Ilumen is making his way through the town, trying to keep a consistent and normal pace as to not draw attention to himself. Ilumen is inconspicuously glancing side to side at the buildings, hoping to find the tavern soon. Ilumen may not be known in this village, but previous experience has taught him that not very many people like tieflings. A few glances at his direction were nearly enough to cause him to attack the nearest person and run, but Ilumen controls his actions, for now. Ilumen is thankful for the one blessing he had: there are no nearby spiders.

Ilumen does not have to look for the tavern for long; the town was not extremely large, probably a few buildings less than the town on the island. The building with a sign that read "The Frozen Ogre" stands nearby, causing Ilumen to internally give a sigh of relief. Ilumen had thought that he would cave and attack someone before finding it. Ilumen makes his way to the tavern, taking steps that are longer than usual in order to make it there faster. Ilumen makes haste to open the door the moment he reached it and, during his panic, accidentally closes the door behind him much more roughly than intended. He winces slightly at the sound it makes, hoping that he didn't just attract the attention he hates.
@Zi Sure. Give me awhile to make a new character sheet.

The tiefling that walks into bars.
Name: Alan

gender: Male

Age: 17

Serial #:463

Appearance: Under the armor, Alan is a pale guy, with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He has a visible scar that, though not attracting too much attention, did make it difficult for him to speak. Alan's armor, as though it is as pale as he is himself, is a light gray. The armor has a darker gray stripe that starts at the chin of the helmet and moves up until it meets the visor. The visor itself is blue, and is thinner than most armor's visors to reduce the chance of light reflecting off of it while camouflaged. After the Stripe meets the visor, it splits into two lines that follow the visor to each side. Once the stripe reaches the ends of the visor, the go straight up once again, to the back of the helmet. Besides that stripe, the rest of the armor is simply gray with dark gray trimmings.

Specialty: Stalker

Personality: despite his scar, he can, of course, still speak. it is difficult for him, though, and he prefers being silent anyway. Besides that he does seem to enjoy occasional small pranks while relaxing, otherwise simply reading a book. During fighting, he is nearly unable to be heard, and his extreme sneaking skills can make it seem like he almost teleported from one place to another.

Weapon of choice: Usually he stabs someone in the back with a large knife, but when that is not an option, he carries with him a sniper that he uses while camouflaged to take out enemies both from a distance and unseen. The sniper has a silencer on it.
@Zi Guess this means I am stalker then! No more conflicting ideas!
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