Briza

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

_{Private First Class (Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Expert) Esther Rose}

_Height:

5’8 3/4th"

_Weight:

125 Pounds

_Age:

23

_Gear:

Primary

The Standard M3 Abrams

Secondary

Vulcan War Hammer S2
It never jams!

Knife

]

The Standard Archimedes “Serpent” Combat Knife Mark III

_EHCS:

Abrams Environmental Hazard and Combat Suit

_Personality:

The loner disposition suits Private First Class Esther Rose fashionably well. She loves the shadows and seems to mimic their silence quite justifiably (perhaps a survival instinct). Her voice is small and her opinions in social situations find her riding the fence more than often as she has the ability to see the dying grass on both sides. She is an innocent cynic with a twisted sense of humor, but in her line of work, it’s difficult not to be friends with the darkness. Such are the reasons she prefers to keep a wall between her teammates and her. However, having a collectivist heart, she is willing to self-sacrifice anything for her teammates, including death, and on the field, her duties clearly and always come before her disposition.

_Biography:

Esther Rose was born in a prosperous city of the peaceful Evoria. Her father was a beneficial and influential priest to the unfortunately dying parish, Saint George Orthodox Church. Her mother was a traditional woman who spent majority of her time taking care of Esther and the household. Due to complications at birth, Esther’s mother was unable to bear any further children. Esther was craftily homeschooled through childhood—as her father abhorred the public systems of teaching and anything considered private was much too pricey for the family. Considering the conditions of the parish, Esther’s family was not monetarily wealthy. Of course, due to theological ideology and philosophical studies, the Rose family never thought of themselves as poor (especially, having the luxury of dwelling in such a well-to-do city). In fact, Esther used the most unique objects to build masterpieces and fulfill her desire to have things and such. There was always quick fix for anything they were lacking, given the right creativity, except of course, for food. As much as her father wanted a son (especially, to have serve behind the altar with him), he was thankful to the Godhead that his daughter did not need to consume as much food as a son would have. In return for his thankfulness, his family was thankful he would never be drafted into the war due to his title as a priest.

It was because of her father being a priest that Esther was raised so strictly in the Church. She was taught not to want and that she lacked nothing. She was taught to be content with what she had and to make the most of it. This was a fairly easy concept for her to grasp due to her family’s position in society. For the most part, Esther was content except for one thing. She was rather envious of the boys and men who could go behind the altar during Church services. There was always something ominous about the male gender she could not shake from her mind. This mindset became more than just a toying emotion but eventually an obsession. In more than one way, she resented the traditional female role and looked for an escape from becoming her mother; and being the bright and innovative girl, her mother and father raised her to be, she looked beyond the borders of her country and into the country of Interum.

At the age of eighteen, Esther left her family without word and moved to Interum. With her hands finally free to do as she pleased, she enlisted in the Interum Military. Not being a native to Interum, Esther worked her hardest to prove she could be part of their military. For her, there was no going home. Showing that she had quick hands and a highly resourceful mind in learning new technology, she was quickly shoved into the Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Division, and because of her introverted demeanor and rookie-skills, she was a perfect candidate for the BGO NO-36. She gratefully took the position, determined to prove her worth.

_Other:

Esther keeps a black, wool prayer rope on her at all times.

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

Private Rose

_{Private First Class (Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Expert) Esther Rose}

_Height:

5’8 3/4th"

_Weight:

125 Pounds

_Age:

23

_Gear:

Primary

The Standard M3 Abrams

Secondary

Vulcan War Hammer S2
It never jams!

Knife

]

The Standard Archimedes “Serpent” Combat Knife Mark III

_EHCS:

Abrams Environmental Hazard and Combat Suit

_Personality:

The loner disposition suits Private First Class Esther Rose fashionably well. She loves the shadows and seems to mimic their silence quite justifiably (perhaps a survival instinct). Her voice is small and her opinions in social situations find her riding the fence more than often as she has the ability to see the dying grass on both sides. She is an innocent cynic with a twisted sense of humor, but in her line of work, it’s difficult not to be friends with the darkness. Such are the reasons she prefers to keep a wall between her teammates and her. However, having a collectivist heart, she is willing to self-sacrifice anything for her teammates, including death, and on the field, her duties clearly and always come before her disposition.

_Biography:

Esther Rose was born in a prosperous city of the peaceful Evoria. Her father was a beneficial and influential priest to the unfortunately dying parish, Saint George Orthodox Church. Her mother was a traditional woman who spent majority of her time taking care of Esther and the household. Due to complications at birth, Esther’s mother was unable to bear any further children. Esther was craftily homeschooled through childhood—as her father abhorred the public systems of teaching and anything considered private was much too pricey for the family. Considering the conditions of the parish, Esther’s family was not monetarily wealthy. Of course, due to theological ideology and philosophical studies, the Rose family never thought of themselves as poor (especially, having the luxury of dwelling in such a well-to-do city). In fact, Esther used the most unique objects to build masterpieces and fulfill her desire to have things and such. There was always quick fix for anything they were lacking, given the right creativity, except of course, for food. As much as her father wanted a son (especially, to have serve behind the altar with him), he was thankful to the Godhead that his daughter did not need to consume as much food as a son would have. In return for his thankfulness, his family was thankful he would never be drafted into the war due to his title as a priest.

It was because of her father being a priest that Esther was raised so strictly in the Church. She was taught not to want and that she lacked nothing. She was taught to be content with what she had and to make the most of it. This was a fairly easy concept for her to grasp due to her family’s position in society. For the most part, Esther was content except for one thing. She was rather envious of the boys and men who could go behind the altar during Church services. There was always something ominous about the male gender she could not shake from her mind. This mindset became more than just a toying emotion but eventually an obsession. In more than one way, she resented the traditional female role and looked for an escape from becoming her mother; and being the bright and innovative girl, her mother and father raised her to be, she looked beyond the borders of her country and into the country of Interum.

At the age of eighteen, Esther left her family without word and moved to Interum. With her hands finally free to do as she pleased, she enlisted in the Interum Military. Not being a native to Interum, Esther worked her hardest to prove she could be part of their military. For her, there was no going home. Showing that she had quick hands and a highly resourceful mind in learning new technology, she was quickly shoved into the Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Division, and because of her introverted demeanor and rookie-skills, she was a perfect candidate for the BGO NO-36. She gratefully took the position, determined to prove her worth.

_Other:

Esther keeps a black, wool prayer rope on her at all times.

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

@Nevix, thank you! ~

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

If we are in the sport of reserving positions, may I please reserve my character a spot for Demolitions/Heavy Weapons Expert? If not, I understand.

The Dark Side of War (CLOSED)

I will try my hardest to get my CS up, soon. If anything, I know I shall start on it today.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

The moment Nurse Gina reprimanded his father gently, a small sensational joy sprout through Aleksandr's emotions. His father getting "in-trouble" gave him a soft wave of calmness. The tips of his lips curled upwards, slowly, before resting back into a melancholy position.

Father Seraphim relaxed his pose at once, feeling the heat of Nurse Gina's voice suffer over him. His face turned slightly pale, not having realized his temper was showing. His thumb rubbed against the black wool in his hand, trying to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted to do was initiate harsh feelings towards anyone in the room. He turned to glance at Aleksandr, searching him for any social queues, but there were none. He then turned back to the face the nurse. He brought his hand up to his face, stroking his facial hair, politely, out of some concern for the situation. His hand rested back at his side, continuing to thumb through his prayer rope. His black cassock swayed a bit as he contemplated what to say next, "Yes, that would be fine, Nurse Gina. Thank you for all the help, I apologize for raising my voice," he spoke to the room as opposed to speaking directly to Nurse Gina.

As the nurse left, Father Seraphim took over, "I am Father Seraphim and this is my son, Aleksy," he smiled at her, keeping his lips together. He motioned towards Aleksandr as he spoke. Aleksandr studied the situation, waving his hand slightly at her before tucking back into a folded position. @Arista