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Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Do you have any of the AI's set for some people already? I'm sure this group wouldn't PP if they got the knowledge OOC

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Oh shit Nevada is the sweet father of the team I see it now. Love his personality~

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

The bullets whizzing passed her heads and kicking the tiles up by her feet allowed Louisiana to realize she had left a few living machines behind, but before she could turn to assess and handle the situations gunshots sounded from above. A flurry of bullets rained from behind, scattering among the charred remains of whatever had survived the blast from before, and Louisiana quickly scurried the rest of the way on to the roof, catching a glimpse of West.

'Looks like I'm lucky enough to gain the help of a teammate already.'

She ducked behind the other side of the roof, counting to ten, and then began sliding down the shingled roof easily, landing with a puff of smoke on the other side of the building. The gunshots had stopped by then, and she had just enough of an idea to round the building one more time and assess the remaining enemies. One was continuing to fire towards West's general location, and she wasn't able to pin point any others. Louisiana smirked, and the jumped forward empty handed, catching the robot's gun with her left hand while her right simply nailed it right under its chin.

Her fist screamed against the metal, retracted and awaited the returning head butt or punch but none came. Instead, a loud horn signaled the end of the test. Instantly her hands dropped to her side, and she bowed her head to West and turned with out another glance towards the bots or buildings. The adrenaline of the fight faded fast, and in the next instant countless pains plagued her body. Bruises from punches, those few gunshot wounds she had suffered to the shoulder and her legs, and her head burned with pain. A short trip to the infirmary would probably do her good, but she was much to concerned about what her results would end up being.

Feeling a bit nervous, she pushed through the rest of the village simulation and exited the training room, removing her helmet as soon as she was surely out of the possibly dangerous environment. Her blonde hair stuck to her head oddly with sweat, and her eyes were best described as stormy at the very moment, and she looked entirely too annoyed to be approached. Instead of mingling around the lobby she turned down the familiar hall, wandering slowly towards her room, mind thick with curiosity and pain and concern.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Sorry for all the posting! I've been trying to wait three or four people before posting again.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

The sudden body landing before her was definitely a surprise, though she showed her caution by grabbing the hilt of her knife instead of shrinking back. A gunshot quickly disabled the bot, however, and Louisiana quickly casted her gaze upwards to the sniper in the tower. A half smirk, masked by her helmet, graced her lips momentarily, not feeling the usual distrust she would have felt, but it faded when she lost sight of West, catching only the glimpse of black armor. The flash of arms and knives came to and fro momentarily, and with a sigh she turned, quietly muttering 'RIP' before circling the village slowly, the pain from her past battle fading with time. Though, it seemed her time couldn't last any longer, as she noticed a few robotic soldiers climbing up to the roofs of the many buildings. Her mind quickly returned to the sniper, who's name escaped her for the moment, and with a sudden, uncharacteristic thought and sigh she slunk into the battle field.

Her hands gripped the Carbine on her back, and she lowered into a defensive crouch, quietly aiming the weapon at one of the bots which was carefully trying to lift one of his programmed comrades up onto the sloped surface. Louisiana breathed softly, finger itching the trigger, and then finally shot, nailing the machine right in the back of its head. It staggered, then tumbled off the roof, and all at once the comrade in his hand was dropped and crushed beneath the still, metal body. Her eyes turned towards the last place she had seen the sniper, and once she realized he was gone she shrugged and moved on, stalking through the streets quietly.

An explosion to her left, down an alley, drew her attention slightly, but once she saw the massive figure of Montana pummeling the hoard of black bots around him she shook her head and continued on, that is, until she was thrust roughly to the ground. The Carbine slipped from her grasp and she was blinded slightly by a puff of smoke, but the sight of the black armor above her gave her enough of a notion to begin moving. She rolled back, dodging a kick, and instantly pulled out her twin pistols, aiming forward with a hidden glare that could easy stop one's heart. The barrel of a shotgun met her stare, and something similar to a Mexican standoff began to play out. They circled, neither firing, which gave Louisiana just enough time to take in her surrounds. A street, or maybe a large alley. It was an intersection; there were four paths that led into much more open areas. The footsteps echoed off the walls, and each creak of their armor of shift of their gun was enhanced by the surrounding buildings, and below a thin coating of sand and dirt was constantly kicked up by their circling feet. An idea instantly popped into her head, just as the robot shifted and lowered, ready to fire,

"Ah, gonna make a move?" Chris taunted, lowering herself as well, but instead of raising her weapons she holstered them, instantly gripping one of the flash grenades at her side. She chucked it at the ground and quickly flipped away, wincing as a bullet streamed passed her side, and she very nearly missed grabbing the edge of a roof with her hands as the near deafening sound filled the echoing alley. Her eyes shut, leaving only the imprint of the flash on her eyelids, and the sound of countless metallic cries (possibly a few nearby bots had caught the sound as well) were drowned out by the ring of the flash. Half-deaf, she quickly clambered onto the shingled rooftop and quickly pulled out the pistols once more, opening fire below her on the stunned machine. The thought of jumping down to retrieve her Carbine once the machine fell passed as other robots entered the alley, quickly returning fire, and instead of confronting them all head on she simply dropped a frag down into the alley before turning to sprint up onto the roof.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

It was starting to become a natural sight, seeing the new, small, angry Louisiana sitting on one of the many chairs throughout the ship, book in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Many of the workers had noticed her throughout the days with slight confusion; unlike other soldiers who would take a few hours or days of rest after a mission she was on a constant move. Exercise, essays, training, the only time she wasn’t on the move was when she was reading, and even then her eyes swam quickly through the seas of letters and her lips trembled with unsaid words while her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It took effort to grab her attention when she was in a state of retaining knowledge, but there was always one sound that drew her eyes upward. The buzz of the intercom, the sound of the man that can make her efforts worthwhile, was the one thing that can catch and hold her always fleeting attention. Once the intercom and messages silenced, Chris Valentine glanced down the hall, eyeing where plenty of newbie Freelancers (much like herself) were gathering. The training room.

’Fantastic, a team training session.’ Her mind whispered, hand snapping the hardcover copy of “Armor Weak Points and Mental Capabilities” shut as she rose and wandered towards her room to suit up and prepare herself for the hard fight ahead.

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Louisiana eventually caught up to the rest of the group, just in time to hear the one named Washington explain the cons of their little robot opponents. Then they were alive as the room buzzed to life, and everything was moving. She had only been able to catch a glimpse of the black suits, but that was enough. Robots or not, they were humanoid. Humans were weak creatures, from their brains to their bodies, and just because these bots were programmed to be fearless didn’t mean their knees could withstand a caving kick. The explosion of Washington’s grenade set her off in the opposite direction, towards the darker parts of the village, and instantly her hands wrapped around the two pistols holstered at her side as she turned the corner of a building and was met with the barrel of another weapon.

The robot’s black armor gleamed in the artificial light, but Louisiana knew where her focus should lie, even though her mind was screaming to run, and instead of cowering back from the gun at her forehead she ducked, swiping her leg across the earth. The shadow of the bot casted over her for a moment, and then a cloud of dust filled the general location of where it had fallen to. In only a few easy movements she was up again, four single shots into the bot’s head, elbows, and knees. One final kick assured her victory and once again she was on the prowl, eyes scanning the shadows of the village simulation. One of her teammates, the sniper, had seemed to find a comfortable area to scope out some enemies, and constant explosions reminded her of the other Freelancers that were trying their best to be on top today.

’I’ll try even harder, then!’

In the next instant she was running quickly through a narrow path between two buildings, eyes set on the back of one of the robots. The guns were holstered, and instead she pulled out one smoke and her well-maintained combat knife. Her eyes narrowed once another bot came into view, and it seemed she was noticed as well as instantly the tech’s gun was brought up, ready to fire. Instantly, her thumb pulled the smoke's pin and it was thrown in between the two robots. The puff came with a small bang, and instantly white smoke filled the general area. The sudden bangs of gunshots, and a sharp pain in her shoulder gave Chris a reminder of where the enemies were located. Her knife eventually met metal, and her eyes the back of a helmet, and a few quick, forceful stabs to the back, arms, and a slash across the neck sent the bot shuddering down. Her free hand quickly caught the metallic monster's armor, and she turned just as the smoke began to clear, using the body as a shield while the other robot opened fire.

The bullets sent her tumbling back slightly, each shot adding weight to the heavy metal in front of her chest, but her idea seemed to bear fruit once the shots ceased and the robot instantly began to grapple with new rounds. Louisiana rushed forward then, body dropping as she flipped the knife, preparing to slash, but her blade was met with another. The robot pushed against her knife with its own, obviously upping the small woman in strength, but still she attempted to keep one step ahead of this fearless machines, slashing and ducking and kicking at whatever opening she could find. Eventually, she had worn down the robots defense (and her own as well) just enough for her take make a large gash on its lower stomach, and once it reacted she kicked forward and sent it flying, just as it's hand conked her right in the side of the face. Both bodies went flying, but Louisiana quickly recovered with a single flip, landing in a crouch as she attempted to regain some sense of concentration while the bot slowly rose from the ground once more.

Her vision was blurred as pain filled her head, but again, she could not remain still, and once the shaking image of the machine came into view she jumped forward, quickly pulling out and firing at least five shots forward. The black blur fell, and Louisiana slowly stood and vanished back into the shadows of the village, breathing slightly as she awaited her next confrontation.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Glad to be apart of the team, will post once I get home from school. As for relationship ideas (friends rivals ect.) for Lousianna; lay them on me! I love discussing character interactions.

Liriia's Characters

For: Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Full Name:
Chris Valentine
Code Name:
Louisiana
Gender:
Female
Age:
26

Implanted A.I.:
Armour Ability:
Hologram
Appearance:
Small, thin, and weak-looking, it would be an obvious reaction to giggle at this Freelancer's appearance, though one should not judge a book by its cover. Underneath her helmet she is round faced and stoic, with short blonde hair, gray eyes, and thin lips. Her armor is thinner then most, though a bit heavier as well due to her interest in a thicker defense, and is gray and blue in color. When out of her gear, she dresses as plainly as possible, and almost always has a cig on hand.

Grainy Image

Personality:
Cold, cynical, and quiet, it's obvious that Chris isn't much of a people's person. Growing up in a rather unhealthy environment is probably the cause for her distrustful nature, so one should make sure not to take any glares or harsh insults to heart. Despite her ruthless tongue, she can be rather decent person, often giving advice too closer friends, and can possibly crack a snide joke here and there if inspired. A solider who is very wrapped up in her training, Chris can almost always be found sparring, studying, or even just exercising when not on a mission.

Thanks to her past aspiration of being a medic, she is surprisingly well versed in pressure points, human weaknesses, medicines, and medical treatments, though she rarely has time to show off these skills. Ambitious, Chris always likes to try her best, even if she ends up burning out in the end. Her "try hard and anything can happen" ideals are often brought up when one looks upon her constant overexertion and need to succeed. When she doesn't win, or when she doesn't excel in something, she can become a bit depressed, losing all motivation for a few days until she can kick start herself once more.

Smart, Chris realizes her own strengths and weaknesses, and while she is a failure at using tech she does realize that her words can get the point across. She can easily play a female fatale if not for all that armor. Other than speech, she excels in knowing all about the human body, and she uses this knowledge much in close combat battles. Chris can also think rather well on her feet, though likes to follow a set plan more often than not. Normally cool-headed in tense situations, she always thinks before acting, and keeps light on her feet. However, her constant stubborn and cynical nature can make her rather hardheaded, and she can sometimes go over board and become reckless if agitated too much.

History:
Chris Valentine was brought into a shitty world. Nothing more to say. A poor family's daughter, she constantly fought to stay above others, constantly fought with her shitty, angry father, and constantly fought for her wants and rights. She was initially inspired to excel in the sciences by army medics, who always fought for others and strive to perfect their art and their abilities, but as she grew up in her lonely, shitty world, Chris began to realize how much she couldn't trust others. She first realized this in her second year of college, in a class full of tired adults and dreary lectures. In front of her was a med-school text book, and beside her was a stranger, and the more she thought about this stranger, helping this stranger, saving thing stranger, talking to this stranger, the more she realized how much she couldn't even imagine saving this man's life.

Chris dropped out of college in her third year, and with nothing left but her knowledge of medicine and somewhat athletic abilities, she joined the military. Her ambition quickly took hold of her life once more, and she once again began to strive for perfection, but this time in fighting and killing and obeying. She trained hard, harder than most, and constantly overworked herself, though even the worst of moments can pay off in the long run. She was drafted into countless missions, sometimes leading, sometimes not, but with anything she did she always tried her hardest, and eventually began to stand out enough to catch someone's eye.

Her ability to plan on the run, kill and stay just one step ahead of others was what got her pulled into Project Freelancer, and, well, the rest is obviously history.

Weapon Loadout:

Twin M6G Pistols

MA5K Carbine

Combat Knife

x3 Smoke Grenade

x2 Flash Grenade

x2 Frag Grenade

Fighting Style:
Chris, surprisingly, dislikes confrontation when it's not needed. Stealth is one of her better points, as she has always had a rather low presence, and her thin body frame and quiet footsteps make her a natural at slipping passed watchful eyes. However, if the time comes for a battle, she likes to, simply put, play with her enemies. Smoke grenades, flashes, confusing holograms, she throws whatever she can at an attacker to keep them stunned and easy to pick off. Due to her lack of strength, Chris relies much more on her speed and ability to catch and attack weak points to take down opponents, and because of this her forte is close-mid combat. (Great martial artist. Mediocre marksman. Mediocre tank.)

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Louisiana is finished, ignore the somewhat crappy history. It's late here and my first time writing one up in awhile ;3; if anything is missing let me know~

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer

Full Name:
Chris Valentine
Code Name:
Louisiana (Louie or Lou for short)
Gender:
Female
Age:
26

Implanted A.I.:
Zeta
Armour Ability:
Hologram
Appearance:
Small, thin, and weak-looking, it would be an obvious reaction to giggle at this Freelancer's appearance, though one should not judge a book by its cover. Underneath her helmet she is round faced and stoic, with short blonde hair, gray eyes, and thin lips. Her armor is thinner then most, though a bit heavier as well due to her interest in a thicker defense, and is gray and blue in color. When out of her gear, she dresses as plainly as possible, and almost always has a cig on hand.

Grainy Image

Personality:
Cold, cynical, and quiet, it's obvious that Chris isn't much of a people's person. Growing up in a rather unhealthy environment is probably the cause for her distrustful nature, so one should make sure not to take any glares or harsh insults to heart. Despite her ruthless tongue, she can be rather decent person, often giving advice too closer friends, and can possibly crack a snide joke here and there if inspired. A solider who is very wrapped up in her training, Chris can almost always be found sparring, studying, or even just exercising when not on a mission.

Thanks to her past aspiration of being a medic, she is surprisingly well versed in pressure points, human weaknesses, medicines, and medical treatments, though she rarely has time to show off these skills. Ambitious, Chris always likes to try her best, even if she ends up burning out in the end. Her "try hard and anything can happen" ideals are often brought up when one looks upon her constant overexertion and need to succeed. When she doesn't win, or when she doesn't excel in something, she can become a bit depressed, losing all motivation for a few days until she can kick start herself once more.

Smart, Chris realizes her own strengths and weaknesses, and while she is a failure at using tech she does realize that her words can get the point across. She can easily play a female fatale if not for all that armor. Other than speech, she excels in knowing all about the human body, and she uses this knowledge much in close combat battles. Chris can also think rather well on her feet, though likes to follow a set plan more often than not. Normally cool-headed in tense situations, she always thinks before acting, and keeps light on her feet. However, her constant stubborn and cynical nature can make her rather hardheaded, and she can sometimes go over board and become reckless if agitated too much.

(TL;DR: cold, cynical, rude, quiet, bark is bigger than bite, try hard, motivated, smart, stubborn, easily annoyed)

History:
Chris Valentine was brought into a shitty world. Nothing more to say. A poor family's daughter, she constantly fought to stay above others, constantly fought with her shitty, angry father to defend her mother, and constantly fought for her wants and rights. She was initially inspired to excel in the sciences by army medics, who always fought for others and strive to perfect their art and their abilities, but as she grew up in her lonely, shitty world, Chris began to realize how much she couldn't trust others. She first realized this in her second year of college, in a class full of tired adults and dreary lectures. In front of her was a med-school text book, and beside her was a stranger, and the more she thought about this stranger, helping this stranger, saving thing stranger, talking to this stranger, the more she realized how much she couldn't even imagine saving this man's life.

Chris dropped out of college in her third year, and with nothing left but her knowledge of medicine and somewhat athletic abilities, she joined the military. Her ambition quickly took hold of her life once more, and she once again began to strive for perfection, but this time in fighting and killing and obeying. She trained hard, harder than most, and constantly overworked herself, though even the worst of moments can pay off in the long run. She was drafted into countless missions, sometimes leading, sometimes not, but with anything she did she always tried her hardest, and eventually began to stand out enough to catch someone's eye.

After years and years of missions, Chris had begun to allow herself to open up to some of the other troops. One particular mission, a defense mission, gave her a moment where she had to rescue, defend, and then stitch up a fellow solider. The fact that Chris had done that made her feel a bit of hope, thinking that if she could help someone so easily then perhaps her cynical nature was beginning to fade. Her ability to plan on the run, kill and stay just one step ahead of others was what got her pulled into Project Freelancer, and, well, the rest is obviously history.

Weapon Loadout:

Twin M6G Pistols

MA5K Carbine

Combat Knife

Humbler Stun Device: A work in progress weapon, Chris snatched it off one of the law enforcers one day and has been attempting to find a way to make its shock more fatal.

x3 Smoke Grenade

x2 Flash Grenade

x2 Frag Grenade

Fighting Style:
Chris, surprisingly, dislikes confrontation when it's not needed. Stealth is one of her better points, as she has always had a rather low presence, and her thin body frame and quiet footsteps make her a natural at slipping passed watchful eyes. However, if the time comes for a battle, she likes to, simply put, play with her enemies. Smoke grenades, flashes, confusing holograms, she throws whatever she can at an attacker to keep them stunned and easy to pick off. Thanks to her somewhat gaudy attacks, she is best suited to be a distraction. Due to her lack of strength, Chris relies much more on her speed and ability to catch and attack weak points to take down opponents, and because of this her forte is close-mid combat. Very flexible, very quick, and normally calm in tense situations. (Great martial artist. Mediocre marksman. Mediocre tank.)

Other:
- Could obviously become a makeshift medic
- An idiot when it comes to handling most technology