Uromastyx

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

I won't be judging, I promise. I'm just surprised. Like I said, several revisions and several scrapped ideas across (normally) 24 hours. And then you're just "wham! 20 minutes, done". Haha

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

@Sam Quint How the hell do you write such an eloquent reply in 20 minutes? I tend to go through several revisions and at least 1 wholly scrapped idea before I find a reply I kind of like haha

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking".

The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Is there a minimum player goal you're aiming for, or are you planning to kick it off after a week or two when everyone likely to join has joined?

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Maggie

_{Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts
◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving.

Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team.


_{M E M O R I E S}

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NPC:
Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows.

PC:
To be confirmed with other players


_{E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E}

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- CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm
- 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve.
- FN Five-Seven
- 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve.
- 3x flashbang.
- Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc)
- Multitool.

Roles: Assault

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

No that's fine, the Marksman one was more of a secondary sort of thing in case no one else chose it so that there was an option for it if the situation / you as the GMs required it.

Edit: done.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Maggie

_{Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts
◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving.

Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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NPC:
Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows.

PC:
To be confirmed with other players

_{E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E}

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- CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm
- 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve.
- FN Five-Seven
- 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve.
- 3x flashbang.
- Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc)
- Multitool.

- M16A2 chambered in .300 blk (for overwatch)

Roles: Assault/ Designated Marksman

I don't think I have missed anything, but if I have feel free to poke me with something sharp. Can I just say that it badly annoys me that the first two lines feel wonky even though I know both are centred?

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

I'd like to throw my hat in. Working on a CS now.