Using this to store any sheets I may use in the future or take concepts from.
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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RP: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/24157/posts/ooc?page=2#post-693112
Name: Tavis-Dev 'Cannonball'
Appearance: Tavis stands at 3foot and is considered tall for a Volus. He lacks a lot of the fat that most Volus' have while still seeming a small bit fat because of his races natural pyshique. His protective armour is mostly black with varous red strips. It has various scars and chips decorating it and is more reinforced than the average Volus' armour.
Race: Volus
Age: (The Volus don't have an official age range, so i've made is similar to the Human lifespan) 34
Biotic ability: Tavis knows how to use two bionic powers. These are the ability to summon offensive orbs to surround him and the biotic charge. He is fairly knowledged with these two powers but has no knowledge of any others and is in no way an expert at biotics.
Biography:
Tavis was born on his races home planet of, Irune. His parents were rich, Biotics whose family trees were bathed in tradition. Practically every descendant of the family had to be a biotic, it was only by chance that the two Volus' families had very similar traditions. They raised Tavis to be something he wasn't. A biotic. They did teach him a few things, but he only retained two of the things they taught him. He was more interested in guns and fighting with your hands rather than your mind. Every time that he was taken to the Citadel he begged his parents to let him use the shooting range. Eventually they gave in during his teen years. He spent practically every credit he received at that range, practicing day in and day out on his shooting skills. He was a prodigy with a shotgun and was rather adept with sniper rifles and pistols too.
He eventually left his home planet to live on the Citadel in his early 20s, much to the disappointment of his parents. He told them that he had joined C-sec, what he was actually doing was a bit more devious. He had actually attempted to join C-sec, but they informed him he wasn't experienced enough and hadn't actually had any formal training. After that, he floated from place to place, doing odd jobs. That is until he met a Volus much alike himself. The Volus met Tavis in a pub on some backwater planet that nothing could grow on. The Volus informed him that he was part of a sort of mercenary group that did various jobs for various corporations and whatnot and had asked Tavis if he was a mercenary himself. Tavis saw an opportunity here and lied about actually being a mercenary. He was accepted into the mercenary group, but not without testing. It turns out that one of the higher ups in the group used to be in C-sec along with the citadel fleet. He tested and trained Tavis to be the best he could. Soon enough he was out doing missions for the group and earning a steady wage. That is, until they were attacked by someone they were contracted to kill. The contract sent various other mercenary groups after Tavis and the group. They destroyed their base and killed most of the members. Only leaving Tavis and the retired C-sec officer to have a brutal firefight with them. The C-sec officer knew that they were fighting a losing fight and decided to give his life for Tavis' because of their respective ages. He blinded the enemies before charging them with a rifle as Tavis escaped out of the back entrance.
Tavis grew a small bit of fame after that. He became known for surviving the bloodbath and escaping. Soon enough various other mercenary group approached him with jobs. He began to drift from group to group, taking money from whomever paid highest. He acquired the nickname 'Cannonball' for his small stature and hard hitting results. His life changed when the Reapers attacked though. Specifically when they attacked his home planet. They slaughtered his parents and left him contemplating life. Soon enough, he heard about 'Project Unity' and its efforts in the war. He applied as soon as he could and gave up his life of mercantile work.
Personality: Tavis is different from most Volus'. Instead of being arrogant and headstrong he usually doubts a lot of his abilities but will try to succeed with them anyway. The only thing that can really get him angry is when people make fun of his height and say it makes him less useful as a team member. He likes to joke around quite a lot even during missions if they aren't too serious. He isn't at all reserved about his past and would practically tell you everything about his life if you asked. He has a strange liking for Human country music, he's never known why but he just loves the music.
Position: Combat Speciliast. Tavis is a soldier to say the least. He gets in to the battle, gets to the frontline and obliterates his enemy with his use of biotics and his weaponry. He is expertly skilled with his shotgun and also knows how to use his pistols and sniper rifle.
Other: Put anything else you want to say here.
Name: Tavis-Dev 'Cannonball'
Appearance: Tavis stands at 3foot and is considered tall for a Volus. He lacks a lot of the fat that most Volus' have while still seeming a small bit fat because of his races natural pyshique. His protective armour is mostly black with varous red strips. It has various scars and chips decorating it and is more reinforced than the average Volus' armour.
Race: Volus
Age: (The Volus don't have an official age range, so i've made is similar to the Human lifespan) 34
Biotic ability: Tavis knows how to use two bionic powers. These are the ability to summon offensive orbs to surround him and the biotic charge. He is fairly knowledged with these two powers but has no knowledge of any others and is in no way an expert at biotics.
Biography:
Tavis was born on his races home planet of, Irune. His parents were rich, Biotics whose family trees were bathed in tradition. Practically every descendant of the family had to be a biotic, it was only by chance that the two Volus' families had very similar traditions. They raised Tavis to be something he wasn't. A biotic. They did teach him a few things, but he only retained two of the things they taught him. He was more interested in guns and fighting with your hands rather than your mind. Every time that he was taken to the Citadel he begged his parents to let him use the shooting range. Eventually they gave in during his teen years. He spent practically every credit he received at that range, practicing day in and day out on his shooting skills. He was a prodigy with a shotgun and was rather adept with sniper rifles and pistols too.
He eventually left his home planet to live on the Citadel in his early 20s, much to the disappointment of his parents. He told them that he had joined C-sec, what he was actually doing was a bit more devious. He had actually attempted to join C-sec, but they informed him he wasn't experienced enough and hadn't actually had any formal training. After that, he floated from place to place, doing odd jobs. That is until he met a Volus much alike himself. The Volus met Tavis in a pub on some backwater planet that nothing could grow on. The Volus informed him that he was part of a sort of mercenary group that did various jobs for various corporations and whatnot and had asked Tavis if he was a mercenary himself. Tavis saw an opportunity here and lied about actually being a mercenary. He was accepted into the mercenary group, but not without testing. It turns out that one of the higher ups in the group used to be in C-sec along with the citadel fleet. He tested and trained Tavis to be the best he could. Soon enough he was out doing missions for the group and earning a steady wage. That is, until they were attacked by someone they were contracted to kill. The contract sent various other mercenary groups after Tavis and the group. They destroyed their base and killed most of the members. Only leaving Tavis and the retired C-sec officer to have a brutal firefight with them. The C-sec officer knew that they were fighting a losing fight and decided to give his life for Tavis' because of their respective ages. He blinded the enemies before charging them with a rifle as Tavis escaped out of the back entrance.
Tavis grew a small bit of fame after that. He became known for surviving the bloodbath and escaping. Soon enough various other mercenary group approached him with jobs. He began to drift from group to group, taking money from whomever paid highest. He acquired the nickname 'Cannonball' for his small stature and hard hitting results. His life changed when the Reapers attacked though. Specifically when they attacked his home planet. They slaughtered his parents and left him contemplating life. Soon enough, he heard about 'Project Unity' and its efforts in the war. He applied as soon as he could and gave up his life of mercantile work.
Personality: Tavis is different from most Volus'. Instead of being arrogant and headstrong he usually doubts a lot of his abilities but will try to succeed with them anyway. The only thing that can really get him angry is when people make fun of his height and say it makes him less useful as a team member. He likes to joke around quite a lot even during missions if they aren't too serious. He isn't at all reserved about his past and would practically tell you everything about his life if you asked. He has a strange liking for Human country music, he's never known why but he just loves the music.
Position: Combat Speciliast. Tavis is a soldier to say the least. He gets in to the battle, gets to the frontline and obliterates his enemy with his use of biotics and his weaponry. He is expertly skilled with his shotgun and also knows how to use his pistols and sniper rifle.
Other: Put anything else you want to say here.
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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RP: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/25448/posts/ooc?page=1#post-712742
Name: Alexander Maron
Alias/Nickname: Demon Stingerfish
Age: 47
Appearance:
Personality: Alexanders personality reflects the years of trauma and loss he has been put through. He is hardly ever jovial or in the mood for jokes and is usually just focused on the task at hand.
Biography: Alexander was born in the middle east to an American father and a Welsh mother. His young life was one of solitude, they lived on the borders of civilization in a desert, living in a small, but secure house. While most other kids his age may have gone to school and developed friendships, Alex's life consisted of military training as taught by his parents. The reason he was being taught this from a young age was because of an agreement between the American government and the British government. A special task force was to be made in secret to deal with worldwide problems and various terrorism scandals. Three other children would be subjected to the same treatment that Alex was.
He discovered his powers during his teenage years. It was only then that his parents showed him theirs. His was a mix of theirs, his mother's power was essentially telekinesis, she could pick just about anything and was one of the strongest telepaths that both America and Britain had. His father had the generation, control and transferral of electricity. He used to be in a special forces much alike the one Alexander was being put into during WW2. He joined during the middle of the war and after showing his powers, was put into a special forces unit.
Alex was already powerful when he first got his powers. He discovered them when he woke up and practically everything metal was floating in his room and zapping each other when they got close. His parents taught him how to develop his powers as he grew. By the time he was ready to join the special unit he had essentially mastered his power.
His training wasn't finished when he was ready to join the special unit though. He was 15 when he joined and met his team-mates, but was 21 when he was finally put into action. His team-mates came from all different places and had all different powers. They were also given codenames matching whichever area of combat they were to be specialized and trained most in. Alex was trained most in stealth and was given the nickname 'Demon Stingray'. Another member of the unit, Yuri Dominin was given the codename 'White Rhino' for his power of bone growth and the ability to snap the bones off to use as weaponry. The third member, Jung-Hoon Bae was codenamed 'Forest Raven' for his ability to fly along with his power of impeccable eyesight no matter the height. The final member, Katlego 'Kat' Coller, codenamed 'Saifu' for her accelerated perception of time.
A lot of the time they were trained by solely in their area, although some of the times they got to train with each other on things they would all need to know. They soon became best friends after convening together after their training. As they grew together though, Alex's relationship with Kat grew into something more. They began dating, well as far as they knew what 'dating' was. Their sheltered life led them to not understand a lot of things that other people took for granted.
Eventually they were set on their first mission. It was a simple retrieve mission, they had to find and bring back a hostage that had been captured by terrorists. Their combined powers made the job a piece of cake, along with every other mission they had been tasked with. That is until the faithful day that an enemy terrorist force began to piece together their own team. They communicated with Yuri in secret and eventually turned them to their side with the use of money and empty promises. Yuri told them about each of his team-mates powers and how to defeat them. It was only until they were tasked with another retrieve mission that the terrorists put their plan into action.
They let the group recaptured the captured soldier and call in a chopper to retrieve them before they blew the chopper up. They then surrounded the group and warned them that if they tried to run or escape they would be killed one way or another. To prevent Kat from just dodging every bullet and destroying the enemies with her slowed perception of time they tased her first. Jung-Hoon got the worst of it though. He was naive and tried to escape. They lassoed him and threw him to the ground. The sick bastards cut off his arms and tore out his eyes. They left him to bleed to death. Alex attempted to try to tear the guns out of his enemies hands. They had prepared for him. They had their guns and weaponry made from plastic instead of metals. He decided it was best just to submit and hope for the best. That is until rage overtook him. They dragged Kat through the sand face first into a jeep and killed the captured soldier. Alex attempted to draw his gun, only to be met with a plastic grenade and the sounds of feet running in sand. It blew up and knocked him unconscious.
He woke up hours later. The only thing that kept him alive was Jung-Hoons body. Alex's arm was blown off, but he had landed with that side being pressed down onto Jung-Hoons back. It kept a lot of the blood in for long enough that it stopped the bleeding. He thought all hope was lost. He wouldn't give up though, he began walking into the desert. Trying to find civilization in the wastes was a hopeless effort. He was close to death and just collapsed under the heat of the sun. He knew he would die here he was sure of it. Somehow he was allowed to live though. He woke up while being carried in a fireman position on someones shoulder. He could hardly stay awake and so he didn't. He just hoped it wasn't one of the terrorists.
Alex woke up a few days later in some sort of bed. The room he was in was small, but somehow made him feel at home. He was suspicious of his environment though, who just takes in a wounded man in the desert? He needed to confirm his suspicions and make sure he wasn't in any real danger. He got out of the bed before collapsing back into it under the shock that he had actually lost an arm. It was more of the fact that he could feel strong phantom pains, every finger felt like it was still there, moving, living. He soon got up again and began to explore the house. He was met with something unbelievable.
He was taken in by his father, and the house he was in was the old shack he was trained in. Soon enough, his parents came home from the nearby towns market and after seeing him, broke down in tears. Soon they were done crying and reconciling and Alex told his parents of what happened. They soon contacted their old friends within the unit and got him back to his commanding officers. He told them of Yuri's betrayal, Kat's capture, Jung-Hoons death and his loss of limb. They devised a capture plan after using practically every recon drone to find Kat's position. But first, they had to get Alex a new limb. They suited him with the newest technology they had. They were keeping most things secret from the public and let small things seep out very slowly so that they would always be one step ahead. They attached a robotic limb to him. It took some time getting used to, but soon enough it was just like his old arm. The surgery included drilling a hole into the arm to let Alex's blood seep into it and enable the use of his powers in his new arm. The procedure worked and he was as strong as ever.
He parachuted onto Kat's location at night. He caught the terrorists by surprise, they thought he was dead and had just disposed of their plastic equipment. They were stupid for doing so. He turned their own guns on themselves and threw any bullets that came their way back at them. After going down five levels in some cave in the middle of nowhere, he finally found Kat. She had been brutally tortured and was covered in scars and bruises. She was also missing an arm and a leg, literally. Alex got her back to the unit as soon as he could. It turns out that the terrorists had soldered over the limbs to stop her from bleeding out and robotic replacements couldn't be attached. She had to get regular prosthetics.
It turns out that the trauma from the torture had left her in an unstable state. The knowledge that Jung-Hoon had died and Yuri had betrayed them tipped her over the age. She put herself into a coma which also plunged Alex into a great depression. His sole purpose was now to hunt down and kill Yuri. He fulfilled this promise to himself. He directed any payment he would recieve into the tracking of Yuri. He found him living in Cuba and running a drug farm. He snuck onto the plantation with his use of stealth and made his way to Yuri's room. What followed was a bloodbath. Yuri tossing his bones and using his superior strength to gain the advantage on Alex and Alex using his power and his enhanced hand-to-hand combat to defeat Yuri. It ended in Alex kicking Yuri through the window of his five story home. He left the plantation with a feeling of unfulfillment. After that, he just went with life, doing missions for the government whenever they were needed. That is until 2018, when the government had the idea to put any heroes in prison. Alex was the first to be contained. They thought that if he was allowed to be free, then he'd insight a revolution. They removed his robotic arm and clamped the anti-power bracer on him. They displayed his arm in the main hall as some sort of cruel joke. Soon enough, more and more heroes began to pile in.
Skills:
-Expert at hand-to-hand combat
-Knowledge of weaponry
-Military training
-Extensive knowledge of camoflague and stealth
Powers: Magnetic manipulation. His robotic hand is also a lot stronger than the average human.
Other:
Name: Alexander Maron
Alias/Nickname: Demon Stingerfish
Age: 47
Appearance:
Personality: Alexanders personality reflects the years of trauma and loss he has been put through. He is hardly ever jovial or in the mood for jokes and is usually just focused on the task at hand.
Biography: Alexander was born in the middle east to an American father and a Welsh mother. His young life was one of solitude, they lived on the borders of civilization in a desert, living in a small, but secure house. While most other kids his age may have gone to school and developed friendships, Alex's life consisted of military training as taught by his parents. The reason he was being taught this from a young age was because of an agreement between the American government and the British government. A special task force was to be made in secret to deal with worldwide problems and various terrorism scandals. Three other children would be subjected to the same treatment that Alex was.
He discovered his powers during his teenage years. It was only then that his parents showed him theirs. His was a mix of theirs, his mother's power was essentially telekinesis, she could pick just about anything and was one of the strongest telepaths that both America and Britain had. His father had the generation, control and transferral of electricity. He used to be in a special forces much alike the one Alexander was being put into during WW2. He joined during the middle of the war and after showing his powers, was put into a special forces unit.
Alex was already powerful when he first got his powers. He discovered them when he woke up and practically everything metal was floating in his room and zapping each other when they got close. His parents taught him how to develop his powers as he grew. By the time he was ready to join the special unit he had essentially mastered his power.
His training wasn't finished when he was ready to join the special unit though. He was 15 when he joined and met his team-mates, but was 21 when he was finally put into action. His team-mates came from all different places and had all different powers. They were also given codenames matching whichever area of combat they were to be specialized and trained most in. Alex was trained most in stealth and was given the nickname 'Demon Stingray'. Another member of the unit, Yuri Dominin was given the codename 'White Rhino' for his power of bone growth and the ability to snap the bones off to use as weaponry. The third member, Jung-Hoon Bae was codenamed 'Forest Raven' for his ability to fly along with his power of impeccable eyesight no matter the height. The final member, Katlego 'Kat' Coller, codenamed 'Saifu' for her accelerated perception of time.
A lot of the time they were trained by solely in their area, although some of the times they got to train with each other on things they would all need to know. They soon became best friends after convening together after their training. As they grew together though, Alex's relationship with Kat grew into something more. They began dating, well as far as they knew what 'dating' was. Their sheltered life led them to not understand a lot of things that other people took for granted.
Eventually they were set on their first mission. It was a simple retrieve mission, they had to find and bring back a hostage that had been captured by terrorists. Their combined powers made the job a piece of cake, along with every other mission they had been tasked with. That is until the faithful day that an enemy terrorist force began to piece together their own team. They communicated with Yuri in secret and eventually turned them to their side with the use of money and empty promises. Yuri told them about each of his team-mates powers and how to defeat them. It was only until they were tasked with another retrieve mission that the terrorists put their plan into action.
They let the group recaptured the captured soldier and call in a chopper to retrieve them before they blew the chopper up. They then surrounded the group and warned them that if they tried to run or escape they would be killed one way or another. To prevent Kat from just dodging every bullet and destroying the enemies with her slowed perception of time they tased her first. Jung-Hoon got the worst of it though. He was naive and tried to escape. They lassoed him and threw him to the ground. The sick bastards cut off his arms and tore out his eyes. They left him to bleed to death. Alex attempted to try to tear the guns out of his enemies hands. They had prepared for him. They had their guns and weaponry made from plastic instead of metals. He decided it was best just to submit and hope for the best. That is until rage overtook him. They dragged Kat through the sand face first into a jeep and killed the captured soldier. Alex attempted to draw his gun, only to be met with a plastic grenade and the sounds of feet running in sand. It blew up and knocked him unconscious.
He woke up hours later. The only thing that kept him alive was Jung-Hoons body. Alex's arm was blown off, but he had landed with that side being pressed down onto Jung-Hoons back. It kept a lot of the blood in for long enough that it stopped the bleeding. He thought all hope was lost. He wouldn't give up though, he began walking into the desert. Trying to find civilization in the wastes was a hopeless effort. He was close to death and just collapsed under the heat of the sun. He knew he would die here he was sure of it. Somehow he was allowed to live though. He woke up while being carried in a fireman position on someones shoulder. He could hardly stay awake and so he didn't. He just hoped it wasn't one of the terrorists.
Alex woke up a few days later in some sort of bed. The room he was in was small, but somehow made him feel at home. He was suspicious of his environment though, who just takes in a wounded man in the desert? He needed to confirm his suspicions and make sure he wasn't in any real danger. He got out of the bed before collapsing back into it under the shock that he had actually lost an arm. It was more of the fact that he could feel strong phantom pains, every finger felt like it was still there, moving, living. He soon got up again and began to explore the house. He was met with something unbelievable.
He was taken in by his father, and the house he was in was the old shack he was trained in. Soon enough, his parents came home from the nearby towns market and after seeing him, broke down in tears. Soon they were done crying and reconciling and Alex told his parents of what happened. They soon contacted their old friends within the unit and got him back to his commanding officers. He told them of Yuri's betrayal, Kat's capture, Jung-Hoons death and his loss of limb. They devised a capture plan after using practically every recon drone to find Kat's position. But first, they had to get Alex a new limb. They suited him with the newest technology they had. They were keeping most things secret from the public and let small things seep out very slowly so that they would always be one step ahead. They attached a robotic limb to him. It took some time getting used to, but soon enough it was just like his old arm. The surgery included drilling a hole into the arm to let Alex's blood seep into it and enable the use of his powers in his new arm. The procedure worked and he was as strong as ever.
He parachuted onto Kat's location at night. He caught the terrorists by surprise, they thought he was dead and had just disposed of their plastic equipment. They were stupid for doing so. He turned their own guns on themselves and threw any bullets that came their way back at them. After going down five levels in some cave in the middle of nowhere, he finally found Kat. She had been brutally tortured and was covered in scars and bruises. She was also missing an arm and a leg, literally. Alex got her back to the unit as soon as he could. It turns out that the terrorists had soldered over the limbs to stop her from bleeding out and robotic replacements couldn't be attached. She had to get regular prosthetics.
It turns out that the trauma from the torture had left her in an unstable state. The knowledge that Jung-Hoon had died and Yuri had betrayed them tipped her over the age. She put herself into a coma which also plunged Alex into a great depression. His sole purpose was now to hunt down and kill Yuri. He fulfilled this promise to himself. He directed any payment he would recieve into the tracking of Yuri. He found him living in Cuba and running a drug farm. He snuck onto the plantation with his use of stealth and made his way to Yuri's room. What followed was a bloodbath. Yuri tossing his bones and using his superior strength to gain the advantage on Alex and Alex using his power and his enhanced hand-to-hand combat to defeat Yuri. It ended in Alex kicking Yuri through the window of his five story home. He left the plantation with a feeling of unfulfillment. After that, he just went with life, doing missions for the government whenever they were needed. That is until 2018, when the government had the idea to put any heroes in prison. Alex was the first to be contained. They thought that if he was allowed to be free, then he'd insight a revolution. They removed his robotic arm and clamped the anti-power bracer on him. They displayed his arm in the main hall as some sort of cruel joke. Soon enough, more and more heroes began to pile in.
Skills:
-Expert at hand-to-hand combat
-Knowledge of weaponry
-Military training
-Extensive knowledge of camoflague and stealth
Powers: Magnetic manipulation. His robotic hand is also a lot stronger than the average human.
Other:
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
Member
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6 yrs ago
RP: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/25635/posts/ooc?page=2#post-739144
"I Don't much like anyone really."
"The Basics..."
[- - -]
Name:
Johnathan 'John' Rourke
Age:
18, Senior
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
He doesn't much like anyone, he thinks that if he meets someone who interests him enough that he actually loves them then he'll just go with them.
"The Appearance..."
[- - -]
Description of Appearance:
John stands at 5 foot 11 inches and weighs 154lbs. He is rather thin and is often told to eat more because of this. He has a small bit of muscle from his time at the gym but its rather minor. He is rather pale but not so pale as to be pure white. His skin is only slightly paler than average is what im trying to say. He has blue eyes that one could match with the ocean in hue. His hair is the most defining part of him. It is shaved at the sides and long at the top. He styles his hair into an impressive height.
Style:
John usually wears rather bland shirts on a day to day basis. They are mostly either black, white or striped and are only covered by a jacket when the weather is bad. He always wears jeans and despises loose fitting clothing like 'joggers'. He usually wears sneakers more often than not.
Distinct Markings:
None
"Delve A Little Deeper..."
[- - -]
Likes:
-Books
-Writing
-Music
-Old movies
-Various people in history
Dislikes:
-People who dislike certain genres of music
-Most people
-The monarchy
-Hypocrites
-Boring people
Personality:
John is a strange chap to say the least. He doesn't get on with most people and prefers himself as company rather than others. When he actually finds someone he liked enough to call them a 'friend' he will most likely keep in contact as much as possible. He finds most people idiotic or boring and so finding someone who he doesn't consider a total idiot is sort of an event for him. He idolizes various people from the past, like Steve Mcqueen or Johnny Cash.
He seems to consider himself worse than he is. He thinks of himself as an annoying person who should socialize more and as such is rather depressed at times. He usually just wants to read or listen to music, and dislikes people who pester him when he's doing such.
Strengths:
John is very smart in certain areas. Areas like History, English, French and others that interest him he has a very high knowledge of. Other things like Maths or Computing that he has no interest in are a bit rocky for him. He has also developed a rather good running speed, which he developed after running away from bullies so many times.
Weaknesses:
His dislike of most people provides a lot of downsides for him. He doesn't get along with a lot of people and so he doesn't have many allies. This provides many issues to tackle in his life like bullies or people wanting to beat him up.
"The Talent..."
[- - -]
Mutation:
After inhaling the gas, John gained the power over the use of a 'Ballistic scream'. This means that at any time he wants he can open his mouth and let loose a scream that is able to destroy a certain range of things depending on how loud the scream is. Along with this, he gained telepathy so that he could actually talk to people without killing them.
Mutation Strengths:
Telepathy:
He can talk to others selectively and can therefore not be heard by certain people if he so wishes. This provides effective when he wants to use stealth or he just wants to talk about someone behind their back while in front of them.
Ballistic Scream:
The most obvious advantage of this is the offensive, he can obliterate things by just saying "Ravioli" if he so wished.
Mutation Weaknesses:
Telepathy:
If he's absent minded while speaking to someone, he may let something he was thinking about let slip within their mind by accident.
Ballistic Scream:
He cannot speak without harming someone or something. This has taken a great toll on his morale and made him more depressed than he already is.
"Delving A Little Deeper..."
[- - -]
History:
John was born in Manchester, England and spent the most part of his young life there. His life had an absence of extended family as they mostly all lived in America which was also where his parents came from. One might think that he would have grown up with an American accent because of his parents, but his Mancunian friends got rid of it somehow and replaced it with the signature Manchest accent.
John had very little friends while growing up. He had two best friends and that was about it. He spent almost every day after primary school at one of their houses if he didn't have something going on after school. If he wasn't playing with his two friends he would have been either reading or listening to music. His father raised him on Johnny Cash and Roy Orbison and even named him after Cash himself. John remained with the two country stars being some of his favourites, but grew to have his taste evolve into various other artists like David Bowie or Pulp. This affected him in his teen years as not many others shared his peculiar taste and bullied him for that among other things.
His highschool life was filled with bullying and distraught. The only subjects he really excelled in were English, History and French. The others he was either average at or was flunking. Along with this, he was bullied for his lack of interest in sports and dislike of most people. His two friends couldn't even help him either, as they were moving to a different school soon after. He gained a friendship with his cousin, Paulsen over the internet. He desperately wanted to find out more about his extended family and contact Paulsen through a social media network. They soon began chatting and gained an almost immediate friendship if not just for the fact that Paul was one of the only people John did not hate immediately. John later had to move to America after his parents Visa expired, and attended the same highschool as Paul even if John has only just joined.
Other:
"I Don't much like anyone really."
"The Basics..."
[- - -]
Name:
Johnathan 'John' Rourke
Age:
18, Senior
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
He doesn't much like anyone, he thinks that if he meets someone who interests him enough that he actually loves them then he'll just go with them.
"The Appearance..."
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Description of Appearance:
John stands at 5 foot 11 inches and weighs 154lbs. He is rather thin and is often told to eat more because of this. He has a small bit of muscle from his time at the gym but its rather minor. He is rather pale but not so pale as to be pure white. His skin is only slightly paler than average is what im trying to say. He has blue eyes that one could match with the ocean in hue. His hair is the most defining part of him. It is shaved at the sides and long at the top. He styles his hair into an impressive height.
Style:
John usually wears rather bland shirts on a day to day basis. They are mostly either black, white or striped and are only covered by a jacket when the weather is bad. He always wears jeans and despises loose fitting clothing like 'joggers'. He usually wears sneakers more often than not.
Distinct Markings:
None
"Delve A Little Deeper..."
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Likes:
-Books
-Writing
-Music
-Old movies
-Various people in history
Dislikes:
-People who dislike certain genres of music
-Most people
-The monarchy
-Hypocrites
-Boring people
Personality:
John is a strange chap to say the least. He doesn't get on with most people and prefers himself as company rather than others. When he actually finds someone he liked enough to call them a 'friend' he will most likely keep in contact as much as possible. He finds most people idiotic or boring and so finding someone who he doesn't consider a total idiot is sort of an event for him. He idolizes various people from the past, like Steve Mcqueen or Johnny Cash.
He seems to consider himself worse than he is. He thinks of himself as an annoying person who should socialize more and as such is rather depressed at times. He usually just wants to read or listen to music, and dislikes people who pester him when he's doing such.
Strengths:
John is very smart in certain areas. Areas like History, English, French and others that interest him he has a very high knowledge of. Other things like Maths or Computing that he has no interest in are a bit rocky for him. He has also developed a rather good running speed, which he developed after running away from bullies so many times.
Weaknesses:
His dislike of most people provides a lot of downsides for him. He doesn't get along with a lot of people and so he doesn't have many allies. This provides many issues to tackle in his life like bullies or people wanting to beat him up.
"The Talent..."
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Mutation:
After inhaling the gas, John gained the power over the use of a 'Ballistic scream'. This means that at any time he wants he can open his mouth and let loose a scream that is able to destroy a certain range of things depending on how loud the scream is. Along with this, he gained telepathy so that he could actually talk to people without killing them.
Mutation Strengths:
Telepathy:
He can talk to others selectively and can therefore not be heard by certain people if he so wishes. This provides effective when he wants to use stealth or he just wants to talk about someone behind their back while in front of them.
Ballistic Scream:
The most obvious advantage of this is the offensive, he can obliterate things by just saying "Ravioli" if he so wished.
Mutation Weaknesses:
Telepathy:
If he's absent minded while speaking to someone, he may let something he was thinking about let slip within their mind by accident.
Ballistic Scream:
He cannot speak without harming someone or something. This has taken a great toll on his morale and made him more depressed than he already is.
"Delving A Little Deeper..."
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History:
John was born in Manchester, England and spent the most part of his young life there. His life had an absence of extended family as they mostly all lived in America which was also where his parents came from. One might think that he would have grown up with an American accent because of his parents, but his Mancunian friends got rid of it somehow and replaced it with the signature Manchest accent.
John had very little friends while growing up. He had two best friends and that was about it. He spent almost every day after primary school at one of their houses if he didn't have something going on after school. If he wasn't playing with his two friends he would have been either reading or listening to music. His father raised him on Johnny Cash and Roy Orbison and even named him after Cash himself. John remained with the two country stars being some of his favourites, but grew to have his taste evolve into various other artists like David Bowie or Pulp. This affected him in his teen years as not many others shared his peculiar taste and bullied him for that among other things.
His highschool life was filled with bullying and distraught. The only subjects he really excelled in were English, History and French. The others he was either average at or was flunking. Along with this, he was bullied for his lack of interest in sports and dislike of most people. His two friends couldn't even help him either, as they were moving to a different school soon after. He gained a friendship with his cousin, Paulsen over the internet. He desperately wanted to find out more about his extended family and contact Paulsen through a social media network. They soon began chatting and gained an almost immediate friendship if not just for the fact that Paul was one of the only people John did not hate immediately. John later had to move to America after his parents Visa expired, and attended the same highschool as Paul even if John has only just joined.
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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RP: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26388/posts/ooc?page=1#post-743352
The Turncoat
Randall's Face
Base Armour(without mask but with hood)
Name: Randall (Abandoned his second name, explained in Bio)
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Biography: Randall was born in the same Legion encampment that Caesar commanded the attack on the dam from. He was the son of a slave and a legionnaire and was only allowed to live under the will of Caesar himself. Randall has never figured out what made Caesar decide to let Randall live, a lot of other unauthorized births were either sentenced to exile or death along with their parents. Randall was a lot more lucky than practically anyone in that camp just because he was allowed to live. His mother wasn't so lucky. Being a slave she had little to no rights within the camp and so Randall's father could do very little to stop her death. She was forced to fight the legion dogs in the middle of the camp as example to the slaves and legionnaires.
Randall grew up being taught the ways of the Legion. He was raised to be the perfect legionnaire and taught almost everything that each aspect of the legion knew. He excelled with melee weapons and learned how to use pistols as much as he could. He became able to use rifles, but preferred to use pistols to them as they were quicker and to be used at a closer range. He became known for his expertise with melee weapons as he grew. It turns out, this had all be orchestrated by Caesar who had kept Randall alive for the very reason of breeding him to be the replacement for Lanius. He soon began to try and 'bond' with Randall as to make him less likely to abandon the Legion. It doesn't take a genius to say that it didn't work.
Randall and Caeser's personalities were the main problems. Randall had new ideas and was wildly energetic, while Caesar preferred to stick to tradition and took a more reserved approach to things. Randall grew to hate the man, but never let it be known as he would surely be banished or killed quicker than he would if he was perceived as someone who was loyal to Caesar. It was around this point that he began plotting his escape. He spent a month plotting about how he would do it. He had a plan, but if he executed it without conformation that Caesar wouldn't send scouts to hunt him down or set a bounty on him. He soon met a man who would help his escape plan. Mr. V. Mr. V was travelling through the wastes while Randall was on patrol duty with a few rookie scouts. He exchanged a few words in private with V before they coordinated an escape plan. They would meet in the same place as they did on that day a week from then.
Randall did as he and V had planned and met him at the same place. They then slaughtered the legionnaires that had gone with Randall and proceeded onto the next part of their plan. V sent a letter to Caesar's camp detailing how he was a part of the NCR and how they had slaughtered the legions and had taken that land for their patrol. Caesar believed it and promptly attacked the nearest NCR encampment. V helped Randall escape legion spies and helped him modify his armour and what little possessions he had so that he could be differentiated from the legion. He began doing mercenary work and keeping in contact with V. He was contacted by V recently about a job and accepted as quickly as the courier would send the message.
Specialization: Melee weapons, fists and small guns, although he isn't as prominent with guns as he is with melee.
other:
Weapons list:
-One .45 Auto Pistol kept on holster to his side
-One Combat knife kept in boot
-Two Machetes kept in holsters on his back
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Randall's Face
Base Armour(without mask but with hood)
Name: Randall (Abandoned his second name, explained in Bio)
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Biography: Randall was born in the same Legion encampment that Caesar commanded the attack on the dam from. He was the son of a slave and a legionnaire and was only allowed to live under the will of Caesar himself. Randall has never figured out what made Caesar decide to let Randall live, a lot of other unauthorized births were either sentenced to exile or death along with their parents. Randall was a lot more lucky than practically anyone in that camp just because he was allowed to live. His mother wasn't so lucky. Being a slave she had little to no rights within the camp and so Randall's father could do very little to stop her death. She was forced to fight the legion dogs in the middle of the camp as example to the slaves and legionnaires.
Randall grew up being taught the ways of the Legion. He was raised to be the perfect legionnaire and taught almost everything that each aspect of the legion knew. He excelled with melee weapons and learned how to use pistols as much as he could. He became able to use rifles, but preferred to use pistols to them as they were quicker and to be used at a closer range. He became known for his expertise with melee weapons as he grew. It turns out, this had all be orchestrated by Caesar who had kept Randall alive for the very reason of breeding him to be the replacement for Lanius. He soon began to try and 'bond' with Randall as to make him less likely to abandon the Legion. It doesn't take a genius to say that it didn't work.
Randall and Caeser's personalities were the main problems. Randall had new ideas and was wildly energetic, while Caesar preferred to stick to tradition and took a more reserved approach to things. Randall grew to hate the man, but never let it be known as he would surely be banished or killed quicker than he would if he was perceived as someone who was loyal to Caesar. It was around this point that he began plotting his escape. He spent a month plotting about how he would do it. He had a plan, but if he executed it without conformation that Caesar wouldn't send scouts to hunt him down or set a bounty on him. He soon met a man who would help his escape plan. Mr. V. Mr. V was travelling through the wastes while Randall was on patrol duty with a few rookie scouts. He exchanged a few words in private with V before they coordinated an escape plan. They would meet in the same place as they did on that day a week from then.
Randall did as he and V had planned and met him at the same place. They then slaughtered the legionnaires that had gone with Randall and proceeded onto the next part of their plan. V sent a letter to Caesar's camp detailing how he was a part of the NCR and how they had slaughtered the legions and had taken that land for their patrol. Caesar believed it and promptly attacked the nearest NCR encampment. V helped Randall escape legion spies and helped him modify his armour and what little possessions he had so that he could be differentiated from the legion. He began doing mercenary work and keeping in contact with V. He was contacted by V recently about a job and accepted as quickly as the courier would send the message.
Specialization: Melee weapons, fists and small guns, although he isn't as prominent with guns as he is with melee.
other:
Weapons list:
-One .45 Auto Pistol kept on holster to his side
-One Combat knife kept in boot
-Two Machetes kept in holsters on his back
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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Base Character: Wally West, and Jay Garrick
Name: James 'Jay' West
Alias: Quickshot
Gender: Male
Age: 29 physically and mentally, technically 182
Appearance:
Costume:
Hero/Villain: Hero
Personality/motives: James is a sarcastic, optomistic adventurer. He treats his friends in good spirits and tries to convert his enemies to the side of good if they are reasonable enough to be done so. He can be rather impulsive in his decisions during battle and will often act without the consideration of the team if he is sure something will work. When he shoots, he shoots to wound, mostly aiming for the stomach(away from vital organs) or limbs.
Powers: His ability to tap into the speed force, not being affected by his environment or friction when running at speed, superhuman metabolism, molecular control
Powers taken from comicvine
History: James was born on December, 29th 1832 just outside of Amarillo, Texas. He grew up fatherless, his father was a bandit who had raped James' mother and left her to fend for herself. He grew up on his grandfathers ranch and took on his grandfather as his father figure in absence of an actual father. He learned the ways of ranching as soon as he could be taught, he took to being able to herd horses in faster than the other skills that he was taught. Soon enough, James' mother was ready to look for a stepfather for James and found one soon enough. She hit it off with a deputy in Amarillo, and after a few weeks of getting to know him, brought him back to the ranch to meet the family. James didn't take to the man at first, it was mostly because his genetic father had walked out on him at such an early age. He took to him after 2 weeks or so of actually talking and getting to know him. Soon enough, James and his mother moved in with the man he would soon call 'father'. He returned to his grandfather's farm almost everyday to help out.
After a while, James' mother and stepfather decided to have a baby. James wasn't against the idea and was actually more than glad to have a smaller brother or sister. It turns out that James' mother gave birth to twins, two girls that James would later be taught to protect by his stepfather. The first thing that his stepfather taught him was how to fire a gun, he was adept with the revolvers and pistols of his time, but was still moderate with rifles and shotguns and the such. Things changed though when he was 17. He was helping his grandfather herd some escaped cows during a lightning storm when something would happen that would change his life. He was hit by a bolt of lightning that instead of frying him and killing him, changed his biology and tapped him into the 'speed force'. He felt his speed increase exponentially for the next year. After a few days, he was quicker than any of the horses in his grandfathers ranch, and he could draw his revolvers quicker than anyone in Amarillo. His speed increased until it reached its limit and the second life changing event in his life would happen.
This was many years after he was hit by the bolt of lightning and the America he lived in had changed greatly. A civil war had broken out between the north and the south and James had to choose a side. He had nothing against the slaves that were captured and brought over to America, he actually thought of them more as equals than as lessers. He defected to the North and became a drifter, doing bounty hunting for the Northern army and such. He eventually got involved in a particularly fearsome battle with the South and had to use his power to inform the North of an incoming cavalry force. He went to his limit and disappeared into a flash of light.
When he finished running he was in a completely different timeline. Where ranches and barns once stood, now there were giant metal building and flashing lights everywhere. He was soon brought up to speed by a hero who had time travelled from a date before this time as well and has since then became a hero of this time.
Name: James 'Jay' West
Alias: Quickshot
Gender: Male
Age: 29 physically and mentally, technically 182
Appearance:
Costume:
Hero/Villain: Hero
Personality/motives: James is a sarcastic, optomistic adventurer. He treats his friends in good spirits and tries to convert his enemies to the side of good if they are reasonable enough to be done so. He can be rather impulsive in his decisions during battle and will often act without the consideration of the team if he is sure something will work. When he shoots, he shoots to wound, mostly aiming for the stomach(away from vital organs) or limbs.
Powers: His ability to tap into the speed force, not being affected by his environment or friction when running at speed, superhuman metabolism, molecular control
Powers taken from comicvine
History: James was born on December, 29th 1832 just outside of Amarillo, Texas. He grew up fatherless, his father was a bandit who had raped James' mother and left her to fend for herself. He grew up on his grandfathers ranch and took on his grandfather as his father figure in absence of an actual father. He learned the ways of ranching as soon as he could be taught, he took to being able to herd horses in faster than the other skills that he was taught. Soon enough, James' mother was ready to look for a stepfather for James and found one soon enough. She hit it off with a deputy in Amarillo, and after a few weeks of getting to know him, brought him back to the ranch to meet the family. James didn't take to the man at first, it was mostly because his genetic father had walked out on him at such an early age. He took to him after 2 weeks or so of actually talking and getting to know him. Soon enough, James and his mother moved in with the man he would soon call 'father'. He returned to his grandfather's farm almost everyday to help out.
After a while, James' mother and stepfather decided to have a baby. James wasn't against the idea and was actually more than glad to have a smaller brother or sister. It turns out that James' mother gave birth to twins, two girls that James would later be taught to protect by his stepfather. The first thing that his stepfather taught him was how to fire a gun, he was adept with the revolvers and pistols of his time, but was still moderate with rifles and shotguns and the such. Things changed though when he was 17. He was helping his grandfather herd some escaped cows during a lightning storm when something would happen that would change his life. He was hit by a bolt of lightning that instead of frying him and killing him, changed his biology and tapped him into the 'speed force'. He felt his speed increase exponentially for the next year. After a few days, he was quicker than any of the horses in his grandfathers ranch, and he could draw his revolvers quicker than anyone in Amarillo. His speed increased until it reached its limit and the second life changing event in his life would happen.
This was many years after he was hit by the bolt of lightning and the America he lived in had changed greatly. A civil war had broken out between the north and the south and James had to choose a side. He had nothing against the slaves that were captured and brought over to America, he actually thought of them more as equals than as lessers. He defected to the North and became a drifter, doing bounty hunting for the Northern army and such. He eventually got involved in a particularly fearsome battle with the South and had to use his power to inform the North of an incoming cavalry force. He went to his limit and disappeared into a flash of light.
When he finished running he was in a completely different timeline. Where ranches and barns once stood, now there were giant metal building and flashing lights everywhere. He was soon brought up to speed by a hero who had time travelled from a date before this time as well and has since then became a hero of this time.
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Name: Sean Brogan
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Irish
Appearance: More detailed version
Skills:
-Knows his way around explosives
-Able to drive any tank or land based vehicle
-Able to pilot air based vehicles, though not to such an extent of a professional
-Strong enough to utilize and lift heavy weaponry
-Vast knowledge of hand to hand combat, specifically boxing
-Knows how to handle a rifle
-Brilliant engineer
Traits and Quirks:
-Talks in cockney slang at times
-Fear of heights higher than the ones he has flown when crop dusting
History: Sean was born on a farm, just outside Hacketstown in Ireland. His father was a retired demolitions officer who was wounded in battle, and send home with a purple heart. Sean's mother was about as much a man as his father was. She was tough-as-nails and had been in a few fights in her time. Sean grew up in a good life, while it may have been harder than a lot of average kids young lives what with all the farmwork, it was still pretty good. His family loved him and taught him new skills and lessons every day. He idolized his older brother and spent most of his time playing or working with him.
When Sean was around 10 he was taught how to fly the family crop duster. He took to it like a dream, and spent most of his days after doing the maintenance and engineering work for it. He was ecstatic when the family finally got a car and he was able to work on that. By the age of 15 Sean had been taught most everything he would have needed to run the farm after his father and mother had died. He had been taught how to shoot in case of foxes, how to fly the crop duster, how to drive the car among a lot of other things. The reason that his brother couldn't run the farm was that he was off in the army at this point and was too lively and adventurous to actually run the farm for a long time without leaving it.
When Sean was able to drink he did so, and in large numbers. He spent most of his free time in a pub in Hacketstown which was bound to lead to a fight or two at some point. When he finally did get into a fight he found himself to be way too underskilled to actually match his opponent. He took head of his loss and began to attend the Hacketstown boxing gym to learn how to fight. As soon as he started to learn his ratio of wins to losses changed drastically in favour of wins.
Things went normally up until the war. At the start of the war nothing really happened to Sean and his farm. But conditions gradually got worse with the rationing and whatnot. Soon his elderly father and mother took ill, and died in the winter of pneumonia. Sean was left to run the farm in its worst state and as the war went on, things got worse. The Nazi army eventually made their way into Ireland. The British troops were too busy fighting on other lands to have any large amount of troops to send to the rural part of Ireland so the homeguard took force. It was too late for Sean though, the Nazis had already made their way onto his farm and were stealing and destroying all that they could. This lead to a shootout between Sean in his home and the small troop of Nazis on his land. He managed to kill most of the troops and ward off the rest, but he knew more would be back soon.
He began work on a machine that could kill or ward off the Nazi's. He knew he couldn't do it on his own, so he went to Hacketstown to recruit various people he knew and various strangers to help craft the machine. Soon enough, practically all of Hacketstown heard about his plan and had joined in to help, using what little resources and what money they could pull together to craft a truly remarkable machine. They used an old metro car as the base for the vehicle before reinforcing it with various metals. They then added on just about everything they could find, dismantling the anti-aircraft guns stationed outside the town and adding them to the vehicle. Soon enough, the vehicle was ready and was fully capable of taking on anything the Nazi's could send at it, even planes couldn't withstand its might. The nazi's came and in great number. The entire town pulled together to take on the troops. They didn't really need more than the mobile fortress they had created though, it tore through their defenses like paper.
After the fight, Sean didn't have much else to do in Ireland. His farm was destroyed and he was out of money. He did however, have a buoyant tanklike living space. He made his way over to America, and began to fight on their front as a soldier of fortune.
Other:Mobile Fort
Main Weapon
Sidearm
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Name: Jarek Tkacz "The White Baron"
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Polish
Appearance:
Jarek's hair is pitch black and is usually cut in a 'short back and sides' style. He has a small scar that goes across his nose and two bigger ones on his left cheek that go from his jaw to the centre of his cheek. He stands at 5 foot 7 and is rather short. His plane is one of a kind and bears the Polish flag on its right wing. It has four machine guns, two under each of the top wings that rest and are attached to both of the wings. The rear of the plane has a powerful engine made for cutting and starting as quickly as possible.
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Skills:
-One of the best pilots alive, can pilot almost anything
-Knows how to handle rifles and the sort, but is better with a pistol than anything else.
-Knows how to administer first aid
Traits and Quirks:
-Extremely loyal, will follow up on promises even if it takes his entire life to do so
-Considered insane by most
-Has a 'deathwish'
-Somewhat of a drunkard
History:
Jarek was born in Słupsk, Poland. His father was a chef who worked at a local restaurant while his mother was a nurse in the towns hospital. Jarek never had any brothers or sisters growing up and had very little friends. His parents had to pay for his schooling and so, they were rather poor. Jarek used what little money he could gather to buy books or clothes. Overall he was happy during childhood, even with the poverty and such. He kept himself occupied most of the time by just wandering around outside or reading. As he grew older though, he became more and more fascinated with the military.
His friends brother had been in the army and often told his little brother along with Jarek and a few other friends of his time in the army. Jarek grew more and more fascinated with the army as he grew older. Along with his fondness for the army, grew his fondness for planes. He constantly read about them as much as he could and had always wanted to soar in the sky much alike a bird. He knew he wanted to join Poland's air force more than anything when he was old enough to join, much to the displeasure of his parents. When he joined and finally got into a plane he was a natural at flying it. His instructors couldn't believe how much of a prodigy he was at flying the contraption, Jarek pinpointed it down to the fact that he had read the plane books he owned as a child about three times each.
He quickly ascended through the ranks through the years he was in the air force, reaching the rank of 'Komandor porucznik' before he was assigned to a special division. The division was set up to further advance the prowess of the Polish air force. It used most of Polands military funding for the year it went on and crafted the best planes used for military use yet. A group of four was chosen to be in the division, Jarek and three other men of equal or higher rank. They each received a specialized 'jet' unlike any other built before. Jarek's was reinforced to be able to handle more damage than most, along with having jets that allowed him to stall and restart the engine as much as he liked.
Their operations were highly covert and hidden by the government as much as possible for the 6 months they operated. Their operations were grinded to a halt by the outcome of their final mission. It was a stealth mission, they were to land inside a zeppelin and blow it up from the inside. They done well up to the bomb planting point, but they soon found out they had only gotten this far because the ships, captain had wanted them to. He was an expert pilot himself and took one of the planes for his own before killing all but Jarek and thereby preventing them from planting the bomb. Or so he thought. The reason Jarek was spared was that the planes had a complex flying mechanism and the captain wouldn't have had anyone to teach him how to fly without a teacher. Jarek was held hostage on the zeppelin for what felt like months, each day having to teach his mortal enemy how to fly a dead man's plane.
Soon enough, the Polish air force amassed a flight squadron big and strong enough to plant the bomb on the zeppelin and save Jarek. They went in a lot more stealthily than the previous group had and as a result, saved Jarek before they were spotted. They found him bruised and tortured. The captain had cut his face so badly that scars patterned the centre and left of his face. They saved him and took him to plant the bomb before retreating to their planes. They were promptly sniped by the captain's guards. Jarek managed to get away just as his windshield lowered over his plane.
He escaped the zeppelin and blew it up. Only to discover he was being tailed. The captain had gotten into one of the one-of-a-kind planes and was chasing him along with two normal wooden planes struggling to keep up. Jarek had failed to teach the captain one crucial thing about the planes though, how to restart so quickly from a stall. He flew directly upwards before stalling his engines, the captain thinking he could restart as quickly as Jarek did, mimicked the maneuvere, only to discover the engines taking a lot longer to start up. While the captain was struggling to restart, Jarek took out the guards, slicing through their wings with his own reinforced wings like paper.
He knew the captain was alive though, they were too high up for even the worst pilot to have stalled for too long. He was alive and was in possession of his dead teammates plane. Jarek spent most of his time in Havana, Cuba before the war started. Drinking himself to what seemed like an early grave and spending most of his time in hostels. When the war started though, he knew the old captain would be on the airfield again, and he had to act fast before the plane got into enemy hands. He began searching warfields and airfields, using a stolen radio to keep up to date. He helped as much as he could in battles on the ground and in the sky, and his flying prowess earned him the title "The White Baron" as some sort of parody of the famous German pilot in world war 1. Soon enough, Jarek caught onto something. British airforces were being obliterated by a single silver plane. He knew it was his old enemy.
The dogfight took ages to end. They were both at each other's necks and has suffered major damage. Jarek got lucky though, a bullet pierced the windshield and through the neck of the captain, sending him to a watery grave. Jarek returned home to Havana to get his plane repaired, later returning to the skies to combat piracy and the Nazi force.
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Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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Name: Kuzma Ghlukov
Age: 37
Appearance:
Previous Occupation: Former spetsnaz, farmer
Nationality: Russia
Personality: Kuzma doesn’t communicate with those he doesn’t like to put it bluntly. If he thinks someone is just a liability or is slowing him down he will most likely talk to them less than he would someone who helps the group. He often acts in a rather professional and calm manner but does let his emotions free more now that civilization has broken down.
Skills:
-Knowledge of Systema
-Basic knowledge of first aid
Weapons/Items:
-A hatchet
-rations
-One hunting rifle, although it has no ammo and used for threatening only
Bio: Kuzma was born just outside of Ryazan on his father’s farm. His mother died during childbirth and he grew up with his father with only his father for guidance who intended Kuzma to become a farmer and take over the family farm when he grew up. Kuzma had other plans though after he discovered his fascination with rifles. His father first taught him to use a rifle when a fox had gotten into their chicken coup; Kuzma took to the rifle like magic. He bothered and annoyed his father practically every day to let him use it even if it were just to shoot cans. His father often took Kuzma hunting when he grew older and soon after, Kuzma went on his own.
When he was able to leave his father’s farm legally he did so, much to the disappointment of his father. He left for St. Petersburg and lived there for a few months before joining the military. He excelled through the ranks as a sniper and was eventually offered a position within the elite Spetsnaz division. It took a lot of time for Kuzma to mull it over, he had heard about the rigorous and painful training. He did eventually accept though and later wished he hadn’t. His training was just as painful as he had heard, he learned a lot, but he also got hurt a lot. He was as ready as ever when he was put into duty. His sniping skills had been honed and he now knew how to defend himself in unarmed combat.
His military career went rather well up until a point. The squad he was in completed every mission to perfection mostly, up until their last one. They were doing a stealth ops mission in the Middle East to rescue a Russian hostage. They were ambushed just as they had captured the hostage, who turned out to be one of the terrorists themselves. They were captured and tortured for information. All but Kuzma died. He barely survived in time for rescue to arrive. He was airlifted out as another Spetsnaz unit eliminated the terrorists and was sent home as soon as he had recovered enough. He discovered that his father had taken ill in his absence and was close to death. He gave his blessing to Kuzma to run the farm and died a few days later. Kuzma decided to settle down in the farm and live a normal life for a while. That is until the apocalypse hit.
Kuzma wasn’t hit all that hard when the virus first appeared. As it went on though, it started to affect his animals. They began to die and spread their vile disease onto other animals. Soon enough, all Kuzma had were his crops, which weren’t nearly enough to pay for the running of the farm. He was ‘lucky’ that the apocalypse took its full toll before the bank could repossess his land. He left for greener pastures after he suspected that he could be infected if he waited around any longer. He has been travelling ever since.
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Name: Christopher 'Chris' Fury
Alias: Agent Fury
Age: 21
Powers: Enhanced strength, speed, durability and senses due to inheriting the Infinity formula through his father, though not to the extent of someone like Captain America, he is slightly stronger in these aspects than his father, but only by a small margin. He has also been trained in boxing, tae kwon do and jiu jitsu, surpassing his father in each. He has also been taught in the art of war and it's tactics by his father, but he has yet to put it into action outside of tests. He is also very knowledgable with firearms and vehicles. He wears armour similar to his fathers with only aesthetic differences " a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform made of 9-ply Kevlar (able to withstand ballistic impact up to .45 caliber bullets) and a Beta cloth (type C), a fire-resistant material, which has a kindling temperature of 1,700 °F (930 °C)." (Taken from Wikipedia)
Weaknesses:
-Still generally human, bullets can still hurt or even kill him if they hit him in the right area
-No real superpowers outside of being physically better than most humans
Personality: Brave, cunning, serious at times, friendly to those he likes.
Appearance:
He has dark brown hair that is kept in a short back and sides style. He does not bear the eyepatch like his father as both of his eyes are in tact. He has dark blue eyes and stubble on most days.
Brief bio:
Christopher was born between a secret relationship between director Fury and a senior SHIELD agent. Their relationship had gone on in secret for little over a year before Christopher was conceived. They decided to keep the baby, and reveal their relationship after he was born. Complications set in though during childbirth and Chrisophers mother died just after Christopher was born. Nick had two choices, either raise the boy or put him up for adoption. He had little time to decide and eventually decided to keep him and raise him to be a shield agent from birth. He discovered he made the right choice a few weeks after making the decision when he discovered that Christopher had received the infinity formula from his own genetics.
Chris' young life was hard or harder than most children's young lives were. He went through constant training every day and had to learn various combat tactics and strategies along with learning normal schoolwork. He never knew a life different from it though, his only friends were his father and the numerous SHIELD agents who watched over him or helped him with his training. He spent nearly all of his time on the helicarrier, only leaving it for various minor reasons. He'd often see other children when he left it and often wondered why they dressed and acted so strangely.
His teen years weren't the greatest, his father wasn't the best at talking about the 'urges' and 'hair growing in strange places' among the other things that were happening to Chris. The various SHIELD agents helped him, but telling another person's kid about these things isn't the most comfortable of things to do. Chris eventually figured it out through searching through the insanely blocked internet that he was allowed to use. He spent most of his free time at the firing range, it was all he really liked to do. Sure he liked music and movies and stuff like that, but he preferred actually firing a gun rather than watching someone fire it on a screen.
His first real taste of combat came when he was 17 and eligible to join the military. He obviously excelled through training and the ranks of the military because of all the training he had before he was even a teenager. Chris was eventually promoted to the Delta Force division where he operated in until his father thought him ready enough to be a fully fledged SHIELD agent. Of course, the training and life experience that Chris now had was more than most SHIELD agent's at that time, but Nick just wanted to make sure he was making the right decision taking him out of Delta Force and putting him into SHIELD.
Chris has been a SHIELD agent for a few years now and has started to do his own sort of 'vigilante' work in and around New York. He doesn't keep it as a secret and uses it more as a method to boost SHIELD's reputation by helping out with smaller crimes along with bigger ones.
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Alias: Agent Fury
Age: 21
Powers: Enhanced strength, speed, durability and senses due to inheriting the Infinity formula through his father, though not to the extent of someone like Captain America, he is slightly stronger in these aspects than his father, but only by a small margin. He has also been trained in boxing, tae kwon do and jiu jitsu, surpassing his father in each. He has also been taught in the art of war and it's tactics by his father, but he has yet to put it into action outside of tests. He is also very knowledgable with firearms and vehicles. He wears armour similar to his fathers with only aesthetic differences " a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform made of 9-ply Kevlar (able to withstand ballistic impact up to .45 caliber bullets) and a Beta cloth (type C), a fire-resistant material, which has a kindling temperature of 1,700 °F (930 °C)." (Taken from Wikipedia)
Weaknesses:
-Still generally human, bullets can still hurt or even kill him if they hit him in the right area
-No real superpowers outside of being physically better than most humans
Personality: Brave, cunning, serious at times, friendly to those he likes.
Appearance:
He has dark brown hair that is kept in a short back and sides style. He does not bear the eyepatch like his father as both of his eyes are in tact. He has dark blue eyes and stubble on most days.
Brief bio:
Christopher was born between a secret relationship between director Fury and a senior SHIELD agent. Their relationship had gone on in secret for little over a year before Christopher was conceived. They decided to keep the baby, and reveal their relationship after he was born. Complications set in though during childbirth and Chrisophers mother died just after Christopher was born. Nick had two choices, either raise the boy or put him up for adoption. He had little time to decide and eventually decided to keep him and raise him to be a shield agent from birth. He discovered he made the right choice a few weeks after making the decision when he discovered that Christopher had received the infinity formula from his own genetics.
Chris' young life was hard or harder than most children's young lives were. He went through constant training every day and had to learn various combat tactics and strategies along with learning normal schoolwork. He never knew a life different from it though, his only friends were his father and the numerous SHIELD agents who watched over him or helped him with his training. He spent nearly all of his time on the helicarrier, only leaving it for various minor reasons. He'd often see other children when he left it and often wondered why they dressed and acted so strangely.
His teen years weren't the greatest, his father wasn't the best at talking about the 'urges' and 'hair growing in strange places' among the other things that were happening to Chris. The various SHIELD agents helped him, but telling another person's kid about these things isn't the most comfortable of things to do. Chris eventually figured it out through searching through the insanely blocked internet that he was allowed to use. He spent most of his free time at the firing range, it was all he really liked to do. Sure he liked music and movies and stuff like that, but he preferred actually firing a gun rather than watching someone fire it on a screen.
His first real taste of combat came when he was 17 and eligible to join the military. He obviously excelled through training and the ranks of the military because of all the training he had before he was even a teenager. Chris was eventually promoted to the Delta Force division where he operated in until his father thought him ready enough to be a fully fledged SHIELD agent. Of course, the training and life experience that Chris now had was more than most SHIELD agent's at that time, but Nick just wanted to make sure he was making the right decision taking him out of Delta Force and putting him into SHIELD.
Chris has been a SHIELD agent for a few years now and has started to do his own sort of 'vigilante' work in and around New York. He doesn't keep it as a secret and uses it more as a method to boost SHIELD's reputation by helping out with smaller crimes along with bigger ones.
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