BigPapaBelial

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Okay who's up next? Or should I pop up a post now?

Overgrown

And with quite an interesting mix of character types too huh?

Overgrown

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Name: Papa Stoker

Gender: Male

Age: 63

Pre-Apostate Occupation: Fringe Lunatic/Homeless beggar and suvivalist

Equipment: Bed roll, canteen, blade and saw combo machete, 30 feet of reinforced hemp rope, kindling kit with carbon and steel fire starter

Personality: Unhinged, extroverted, in one of the worst possible ways. Has a quick fuse temper, that can send him into rages.

History: Before the Apostate he was one of those guys you'd find on a street corner, haranguing the passersby about how the wold was going to end, about how people would need to learn to fend for themselves without computers and the internet. About how the government would not be there to safe them. He didn't spout off religious nonsense, only told people what he believed they needed to hear. He was arrested many times for public harassment and physical violence. But many times had been found to be insane in many fashions and was because of this is unable to stand trial or be imprisoned. He continued his street side preaching right up until the moment of the Apostate. And had screamed that he was right the whole time.

Afterwards he camped out in what could be called a camp of survivors. But wasn't exactly well known as someone you wanted to get caught talking too. He retained his violent and angry ways. And would resort to bashing someone in the face, or producing his machete at the least provocation.

Other: ???

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How does this look?

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

*stabs the RP in the heart with an adrenaline shot*

Live damn you live!

Overgrown (A Green Apocalypse)

So our characters will be following what? The Seer? Be part of the CoG? Random survivors?

I'm just wondering. I've got character ideas already, and want to know which ones I can keep.

Overgrown (A Green Apocalypse)

Hmmm I'd be interested in giving this a try sure.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Oh my god there's someone else here!

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

*makes to pull the sterile white sheet over the RPs face*

Sigh...I think we may have lost another one?

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan nodded, "I see him...wait one..." He inched over, and got into a firing position, he slotted a new magazine into his rifle, one of the magazines that is filled to the brim with that EXACTO ammunition he still had lying around from their last op. He had kept the rounds, intending to use them now and make a full report on their use afterward. He reached out switching on the laser painter or the rounds. He painted the truck, getting a bead on the engine block, two rounds quick, would knock out the engine, another round to the rotation assembly on the SAM itself, then the rest of the rounds would be used as needed. The painter would do it's job. He was told EXACTO rounds were fire and forget, and would guide themselves to their target. Even if the target it moving. They were about the find out.

He waited, and waited, and as soon as he felt the pressure differential and the shockwave of air coming from Andrew's rifle he fired as well. It'd be hard to tell if it was one rifle or two from how close the rifles fired to each other. The first two rounds punched right into the engine block of the big truck, ruining it utterly. A third round hammering into the rotation assembly of the SAM itself. Even if they got to use it again, it'd be only able to shoot in one direction. He grinned broadly. The rest of the seven rounds he had were for foot-mobles and other materials.

He almost cut one man in half at the waist with one round, he folded back on himself almost. Another man dropped hard missing an arm, Nolan could almost hear the man's screams of pain. He landed his first and likely only clean head shot of the day as he tracked a runner trying to get down the hill. The laser painter had already selected him as a target, the round was tracking him down the mountain. Nolan watched the blossom of red asthe round passed right through his chest, just below his neck. Nolan pulled his eye away from the scope just for a moment to watch the corpse bounce down the mountain side. He then put eye to scope again. He still had work to do. He hrmed, took aim at where he had seen a pair of men duck behind a large stone. But there was a very large cache of explosives just a few meters on from that. Gas and RPG rounds and what looked like Semtex and grenades. A very very good target. His round kicked down and slammed into the cache. He clucked his tongue when it didn't go up at first. And was about to take a second shot, when the whole cache went up in flames, causing four men to come running out of the cover, clutching burning limbs, and trying to throw off burning kit. He watched, as the cache went up a second time as something else explosive went off.

Nolan moved on as those targets wouldn't last long, and he wasn't feeling generous to put them out of their misery. He made a few more shots at targets of oppurtunity. And finally ejected his last round. He slammed a new round home and scanned the other mountain, watching, waiting, looking for more targets. He didn't hear Andrew firing at the time either. He waited, and after abit finally said it, "I'm not seeing anything...I think we're clear for the moment." He cocked the bolt, sliding a new round into the bore. "It sure is quite. What do you think?" He switched the scope on his rifle over to FLIR and looked for heat signatures. Seeing nothing but cooling corpses and burning debris. He saw a single body moving, hands held over a gaping bullet wound. Nolan centered his cross hair on the man, and fired, putting him out of his misery. He clucked his tongue softly, "Yeah, think we're golden. Still want to head over there? I'm coming with you this time."

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard lopped through the rainforest, moving smoothly and dead silently. He ghosted over an army ant marching line, hurdled stand of bushes. In one motion he drew his axes, then spring-boarded off a bit of dead fall, he sailed over one of the paths leading into the compound, his arms wheeling, then grunting as one of the axe heads bit into the bark of a tree. He hung there for a time, then began to climb the tree to a lower branch, he had seen this position when he had been coming into his first firing position. It overhung the wall by just a bit. Letting him get a top shot on anything on the ground. It didn't make for a good rifle position, but he had other options. He put his tomahawks away, clipping the fast releases closed. He then reached down, to his left thigh. There he grabbed a coke bottled sized mass of metal. With a shake of his hand the metal mass flipped, and opened, a length of wire snapping taut between the long arms of a combat bow. He took a moment to adjust the sight on it. Then with a few short presses of buttons on the grip the quiver on his back, that rested between the carbine and rifle on his back, cycled abit, whirring very softly then clicking.

Howard reached back and drew the arrow. Tipped with a High Explosive arrow head, with the detonation power of a hand grenade in a nice large ball marble. He perched on the branch scanning the courtyard when a large garage door opened. The first thing he saw was about eight soldiers running out and into the jungle. Then, out from the door followed the two powered suits. He grinned, depressing the buttons again, his quiver whirring again. He then nocked the first arrow. Taking aim, whispering into his mic, "Lasanga has eyes on our two heavies. Bluebird are they rigged? Imran, what do you say? I have an HE arrow knocked and a second arrow ready. I can knock out these two behemoths in a matter of seconds." He keeps the arrow nocked, not quite drawn back yet.

He takes a moment raising the bow, but not drawing, "We also had about eight runners take off into the jungle. Depending on orders I might have to go on a stalk. What do you say? Who goes first?" He took a breath, then with one motion, lowered then raised the bow again, this time drawing the drawstring back to just beside his cheek. He had a perfect bead on one of the charges on the lead suit. All it would take is a single motion then a split second to renock and redraw to get the other suit. But he didn't want to over step his mission parameters right now.