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(If not too late, I would like to post my character please. If not then damn!)

Name: Cassidy Wilson

Gender: Male

Age: 41

Description:
Cassidy stands an intimidating man at his 6'4, heavily muscular frame, his dark brown eyes shinning that danger filled glimmer helping to add on to said intimidating look. He supposes his looks are handsome as he always keeps himself cleaned and groomed, shaving any facial hair that happens to be growing, and wearing a beanie to hide his bold scalp along with him wearing plain black t-shirt, tied by scarf trench coat, black combat boots, and black kakis. He also has a large tattoo covering his entire back of a cross, the words going along with the horizontal line of it, 'God forgives, I punish.'

Occupation: Priest, Former Pro-heavy weight boxer

Personality: Cassidy is a kind, religious man who believes strongly in faith and religion, willing to help those who are in need of help and sanctuary. To those none religious he believes that he could persuade them by his random acts of kindness towards them. However to those who are rather negative, blunt, or just plain stubborn, Cass easily gets a short temper, his mouth spewing out threats to them. However his over all biggest flaw is definitely his short as a grain of sand to temper to those racist towards himself, or any other nationality, often glaring and shoving at them whenever he hears them, same goes for those who are sexist. Sometimes even willing taunting them, claiming, 'You know what it reads on my back? It's about to happen.'

History: Cassidy "The Shark" Wilson was born in the lower, more dangerous areas of Detroit. His father a former civil right activist, and his mother a former nurse taught him and raised him under God's watchful eyes. At the age of 16, his father died by a racist cop while walking home at night, the policemen claiming, 'Man walked up to me with a switchblade and tried to cut me apart.' His mother, heartbroken, turned to drugs to get her mind off the pain, sometimes sleeping with men when she later became addicted. Cass turned to crime to help his mother with her addictions, the pain and depression of seeing her in need of her addictions causing his heart to break. He worked as an enforcer for the local gangs, often breaking and hospitizing rival gang members, or crooked cops also having a side job as a street fighter. After two years of doing this, he eventually got his first task with killing someone, a rapist. When he asked who this man and why, they gave him a photo and explained. He immediately recognized him, Former Police Sargent Michael Day, the man who killed his father. He accepted, grabbing a lead pipe on the way out. Two nights later a cold case began for the brutal murder of Michael Day, his body crushed with multiple bones and marks of his body being smashed. Cass slept like a baby, still does over the 'travesty.'

Three years after that day, his mother died, leaving him alone at the age of 21. He pursed the street fighting career being notorious for never losing a match and winning most of his matches in under a minute. This led to him being contacted into the professional boxing league. After four short months he rose through the ranks of the heavyweight division, quickly having a shocking win lost ratio of 16-1. A year later he was tasked with the championship, both going to a coherence to hype up the event. However his opponent at the time took it too far by saying, 'I'm gonna beat this guy so bad, he's gonna feel like his ancestors after a good whipping.' Cass saw red, but saved it, stomping out later to hold it all in for this racist bastard. The match ended in 2 minutes, Cassidy having charged and continuously pounding him. He won the match, holding on to that belt for the record breaking 10 years. After losing it, Cass decided to retire from his fighting career, having a legendary hall of fame record for his holding the championship belt with his record of 57-2 win/lost ratio. He decided to become a man of faith, moving to a nice neighborhood with his money and helped the church, becoming the town's friendliest man and becoming a man of faith. After becoming so, he wonders if God could forgive him for his sins, almost every time that being his pray to him, for a sign of forgiveness.

Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: Lately Cassidy has been getting dreams of the old town, his mother and father having told him of their families past origins of them being slaves to the Vienne family, along with telling him the horrible origins of them. He has taken this as his sign from God, his task for forgiveness.

Start off Items: His cross necklace he keeps around his neck, flashlight, two double AA batteries, canteen of water he carries with him.
Regular visor, but maybe with the Ghost emblem on it? And for highlights, scarlet.

Chibi Markiplier has taken the words right out of my mouth
Ahh, fallout. My unhealthy video game addiction along with Skyrim, The Walking Dead, and The Last of Us. Would love to help out, and see what I can help with since I have the biggest obsession with fallout out of everything.
Hey guys, sorry for responding, but unfortunately I'm in too many roleplays at the moment so I don't think I'll be continuing this. I'll try if I can, but you should most likely just either adopt or kill off my character. Sorry for this, really wish I could continue
QueenOfTheBee said
Sweet! :DI got the inspiration from 696969's CS, because his character portrait is Chuck Liddell and well that made me think of Silva.


In my defense I needed a intimidating character, it was either Chuck "The Iceman" Li-FUCKING-ddel, or Rampage Jackson :P
I would like to reserve spot for first squad support please!
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Name: "Gatling" Evan
Full Name: Evan Cassidy McCoy
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: July 5, 2515
Place of Birth: New Alexandria, Reach
Age: 35
Height: 6'2
Weight: 227lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Grey
Blood Type: AB-

Service Jacket
Rank: Corporal
Branch: UNSC Marine Corps
Department: ODST- Ghost
Previous Assignment: Patrol run around outer Reach settlements, mostly keeping away drunks in check and warning citizens to stay inside in case of a stray Guta. UNSC 306th Marine Scouting Division
Current Assignment: ODST- Ghost

Personal Information
Marital Partner: Martha McCoy, Reach comm. officer for Sword Base.
Father: Cassidy McCoy, former Reach drill sergeant, KIA in 2523
Mother: Elisabeth McCoy, Reach medic corporal for patrols in New Alexandira
Children: None
Siblings: None
Personality: Generally a hard-ass when on mission or when training, Evan is a military boy through and through. When relaxing or in the cafeteria though, he is care-free, and quite polite and witty when off break.
Bio: Due to early labor, Evan McCoy was born while in the back of a military class warthog while his mother and father were fixing the turret on Sword Base, earning his nickname of "Gatling Baby", which over the years turned to just Gatling. His parents raised him as a soldier boy, both soldiers among many on Reach, making young Even target practice with toy guns from the age of five. At the young age of 8, his father, Drill Sgt. Cassidy was killed while earlier making a buddle of his cadets jog through the forests of Reach by a stray Guta. Heartbroken his mother never loved again, promising to be widowed rather to marry another man. Young McCoy did what he could to help his mother, always cleaning and tidying up the house to make her job easier. On 2525, at the age of Ten, his mother told him of the covenant, referring them to, 'Monsters,' scaring and also making him promise to join the UNSC marines to help try and stop them. The young boy promised his distressed mother and at the age 16 he enlisted.
His mother moved to the city of New Alexandira, serving as a medic for the local security police forces there for a living. There in the recruits he met his wife, Martha McCoy, both growing quite fond of each other and developing a relationship under the harsh training. They both worked on patrols around Reach, keeping the peace from drunks settlers, tightening security incase of signs of stray Guta, or shooting off Moa who were eating the crops of farmers among the small hillside settlements. His most noble deed noted while on security detail however was what got him to his rank of Lance corporal, and got him to lead his squad on patrols. On 2535 a insurrectionist operation raided on one of the small towns to try and make a small outpost on it. McCoy's patrol was there at the time, and tried and repel the raid, making a blockade to the town center. His commanding officer made half the squad stay, hold the line, and make sure the citizens stay in doors while the other half scouted out the innies to see their numbers while also evacing any civies away to the town square. McCoy was in charge of this fireteam of five men and women, leading them through the evac farmsteads to look over for any signs of innies or civies via in warthog transport. However as they neared one of the forests located in the town, they were ambushed by machine gun fire from the tree line, forcing them behind the warthog. Improvising quickly, McCoy ordered his men to pop some smoke grenades so they could flank them. The plan proved successful as they made beeline for the trees, quickly firing and eliminating the ambush party there. As they finished their firefight, they scouted up through the forest, looking for any signs of information when the other squad radioed them in, reporting that the Commanding officer was dead by sniper fire and that they were running low on ammo. McCoy told them to hold the line, quickly ordering Martha to stick with him while he sent the rest of his squad back to the warthog to provide support while they routed out the sniper. As they followed the trail to their base hideout, a few hours later they caught site of there hideout, the sniper crouched down and firing at the patrol, his spotter beside him. They both fired on the pair, the spotter dropping instantly under the paired battle rifle and SAW fire, the sniper quickly following afterwards. After this brave act and quick thinking of getting most of the men out alive he was awarded the rank Lance Corporal, afterwards proposing to Martha. In 2535 He was transferred to 305th Scouting Division where he fought off covenant forces on the ground, seeing many a men die of plasma bolt, splatter the walls with grenade, and more. In 2544, after he was promoted to corporal he was offered to join ODST- Ghost Spec. Ops division. He accepted.

Field Equipment
Primary Weapon: M739 Squad Automatic Weapon
Secondary Weapon: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher
Specialized Equipment: Smoke, flash bang, and flare rounds for the grenade launcher, old pair of advanced optics from his years of being in the scout division, pouches built into his armor to provide extra ammo for his weapons.
Additional Items: Carries his father's old combat knife on his chest and dogs tags around his own, along with Gatling's own wedding ring around his necklace, two frags, along with spare flare gun in case of unexpected run in's with overwhelming odds, chopper style machete for cutting down through forest or jungle terrains.
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Tattoo on right arm
Myst said
hey 696969, just a friendly reminder : look at how the beginning of everyone's posts start. We post, in bold, the name of the character we are playing, where they are and who they are interacting with or, if there is no one around your character, where they are heading for. It helps with keeping track of everyone and making sure no one gets ignored.:)Also, you can choose who you would like to come across. Most characters are in Haywood (a fenced in, heavily guarded community), at the Outpost in the woods, or at the House in the swamp. You can pick a group (I would suggest either Outpost or House) and go from there.

Ohhh, okay I'll go to the outpost since my character is going to into the woods in the first place. Thank you for the reminder.
Jackson Cassidy (Just let me know if some group wants me)

Jackson sighed, continuing to walk through the small, burned down town he was in, looking at all the ashes that remained of the town. Black, scrounged-wooden walls stood as the only thing to . He pulled the pack up his back that he found not to long ago at a general store, the banner saying a back to school. Jackson had been wondering forever now, every last person he been finding either some bandits looking for that big hulk to join him, or just kill him, crazy asshole, or some thief looking to rob him. He killed tenfold the amount of men he did before this now, and he would need to find some more goddam baby wipes to keep gutter and his billhook clean from the amount of blood those assholes poured on him and his 'toys.'

Jack had been looking for anyone, any at least looking friendly people so he wouldn't be alone. He hated the isolation, the calm winds with the sheathe of Gutter banging against his side, and the sound of his scrunching footsteps the only noises he had been hearing for mostly when he traveled. Hell he much rather be killing Zed, or getting in a gunfight, even though he was goddam awful with a gun. At least than their was some form of communication, that they want to kill you. The Jackal stopped suddenly, narrowing his eyebrows as he heard the sound of moaning coming from the tree line. 'Guess baby wipes will come later,' He thought to himself as his hand slowly moved inside his jacket towards Gutter's hilt.
(So sorry if too long, I tried to make it brief! I'm used to advance roleplays, so yeah...)
Appearance:

Name: Jackson "The Jackal" Cassidy
Age: 27
Skills: Jackson was a very dangerous street fighter, having never lost a fight, and killed four men throughout his street fighting career leaving very few people to fight him in hand to hand. Also from four years in a life sentence before the "Zed", (as he calls them), came he learned how to make shivs, shanks, and other melee weapons while keep them under maintenance to keep the blades from dulling. From previous knife fights both in his street fighting career and in prison, he's also deadly with a blade in his hands, and fast with it.
Weapons: Lawnmower Blade

His pride and joy, having made this out of the old broken down lawnmower back at the old prison, this little lady he named, "Gutter", was the very thing that got him past both guards, crazy prisoners, and Zed alike to get out of that hellhole. He keeps it under high maintenance along with having it hidden in it's homemade sheathe.
S&W Model 29 Revolver

Billhook

Personality: Jackson is about as blunt as a metal war hammer made out of a metal baseball bat, and crowbar, and has a large temper like one. He doesn't like lying, only to people who he spots out as shady characters, and is always direct to the point. He enjoys taunting and mocking others, seeing if they would give him a fight. At one point he was held at gun point and he taunted the man into getting close enough to Gutter. Jackson loves fighting, and doesn't mind killing if it means ridding the world of some people like the ones he grew up with. When fighting, he often laughs out of psychotic glee earning his title of, "The Jackal". Despite his blunt, aggressive attitude, he is not a bandit, never killing anyone without reason, nor is he evil. He knows justice and if he sees a woman or child in danger, both his soft spot, he goes out of his way to make sure they live, even if it means his life.
Bio: Jackson grew up in the rough city of Detroit, his mother a hard working police officer, while never knowing his real father. The oldest of three, Jackson made sure to help his mother provide for them, knowing at the age of 15 Jackson had a height of 6'3 above his age strength into street fighting. When he went to the Pitt, a small little arena in Detroit, they couldn't tell he was just a mere teenager, and put him up against the local gang in Jackson's neighborhood, pretty much just four rich boys wanting to be "tough". In just five minutes, Jackson had broken one's nose, shattered a jaw, broke two sets of arms, squash a knee cap, gave all four concussions, and numerous amount of cuts and bruises. He quickly rose to the top and gained a reputation for fighting, enough to make him walk on the streets of Detroit by himself, he found joy in the fights. He loved the thrill, the pumping adrenaline, and the sound of broken bones during the fight, It caused him so much glee that often he would laugh manically, earning his nickname of "The Jackal." At the age of 22 Jackson killed four men. He won a match against one fighter and the manager wouldn't pay up, calling upon his bodyguards to make sure he was protected. Enraged Jackson picked up a lead pipe beside his feet, and charged at them. He busted opened their heads, and impaled the pipe into the Manager's stomach, than collected his money and ran. Not four weeks later after he went into hiding, he was caught and arrested by his own mother. His family shunned him, and he was sent to prison for life by attempt of murder and four separate cases of first degree murder (I think). In prison he learned how to make weapons, pick locks, and knife fight after joining an inside black gang. He quickly rose to be the most feared in the prison. On the day that the Zed came to the prison the guards opened up the prisoners cells and told them to evac. However as they did so, they used them all for bait. Jackson quickly saw this, and made a run for the exit, taking Gutter with him. Along the way he took a revolver from one of the dead guard's and shot, and gutted any thing standing in his way, undead or living. Four other guys followed him, making it to the garage where he stole a bus and left them. He kept driving til he ran out of gas. He's constantly on the move, trying to travel with a small group of three or four if he can, and trying to find a secure place.
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