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Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

I'm good. How are you? *Smiles, lightly hopping, a bit hyper*

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Lizzy! Hi Lizzy! Hi! Hi! *Jumps up and down hyperly*

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I'm just waiting for something interesting to happen with the pack. Zariana's currently taking a nap.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

"Wow, their fighting like somebody broke one of their nails or something." James smiled as he watched the two Freelancers fight. It was quite entertaining. He crosses his arms, and whispers to himself, "I honestly can't tell if that is a training fight or a real fight. They're acting like it's a real fight, but they wouldn't have an organised fight in the training room, would they?"

"It's a training fight." James sighed, grinning. "Thanks for answering the rhetorical question, FILSS." James couldn't help but have a small laugh at the fact that the AI could hop in anytime to answer something, then hop back out again. As he watched the fight finish, he whistled. "I don't wanna have a fist fight with them anytime soon." As the two Freelancers shook hands, James finally uncrossed his arms. "Well, I guess I'll walk down there and start to practice some holographic locks. I can't be bothered to shoot anything right now." He noticed one of the freelancers indicating 'time' to him. Time? Am I late for something? Oh, yeah, the debriefing. I guess I'll start heading there. James turned and started to stroll his way toward the meeting room, not bothering to remove his armour. After all, what was the point of putting it on, if he was just going to take it off again a while later. He may as well give it a walk. He grinned inside his helmet, strolling through the ship's corridors to the meeting room.

Republic Commando

Hello guys.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

"Should I punch something, shoot something, or pick a lock?" James sat in his room, feet up on a desk, talking to himself. "I think I'll shoot something. Something not human, preferably." He started to stand, and walk out the door, heading to the lift that would take him to the training room. "Something not important, either." James strolled along a corridor. He turned a corner, and walked straight to the lift. He pressed a button to call it down, and began to wait for it. After a while, the lift still hadn't arrived at James' floor. "The lift really is taking it's time. Must be some guy weighing it down." James stepped back to look at the indicator of which floor that the lift was on. It stopped a floor below him, then began to come up and past the floor that he was on, and to the floor above. "Oh come on! Is someone playing a trick on me?"

"Affirmative, agent Iowa," said a fairly cheerful voice. It was FILSS. "I knew it was you." James said, giving out a tiny chuckle. "Come on, just bring the lift down, FILSS. I've got training to do." He couldn't help but grin, though. The fact that FILSS had played a trick on him was quite funny. The lift came to James' floor, and he stepped in, pushing the button for the training room floor. As he was carried up the ship, he yawned, and began to sing. Well, it was more like James was 'attempting' to sing. "And then he shot me, and then I killed him. But no I didn't. He stepped back up!" He realized how horrible his singing sounded, and just kept quiet for the small remainder of the lift trip.

The doors opened, and James stepped out of the lift. He walked into the locker room, and began to put on his armour. After a little struggling, he got it onto him. He slid his head into the helmet, and smiled. He had always liked his armour. James walked past the observation area, and down to the door into the training room. As the door opened, he saw that Agents Massachusetts and California were already in the room. "Sorry, didn't realize that the ladies were in here. I'd better step out, they might bite me!" He chuckled, and stepped back through the door. He walked back up to the observation area, where he would have a clear view down and into the training room, and began to watch California and Massachusetts 'do whatever they wanted to do'.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Hi Mystech. Nice to see you here.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Thank you, almighty Lizzy! *Bows down*

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Name: James Feryana

Nicknames: James, rarely Jimmy, and very, very rarely 'Mr I owe ya' (see what I did there. Sounds a lot like 'Iowa'. I think.)

Codename: Iowa

Age: 23

Rank: Freelancer

Specialty: Hacking, Electronics, short range.

Armor:

armour

Armor Ability: Thruster Pack

Appearance: Outside of his armour, James normally looks quite shy, and quite innocent. He has short, slightly curly black hair, small ears and innocent-looking blue eyes that are normally glancing around at James' surroundings. He has small lips, and a small nose. James stands at around 5'7, and is quite thin and fit. It is noted that he walks with soft, careful steps, unless he is in combat, where his adrenaline would be pumping and he wouldn't have to think about what he is doing with his feet. Well, unless he is standing in a minefield.

History: Just like lots of other children, James had lots of jobs he wanted to take part in. He was good with computers, so he wanted to be a computer engineer. He was also good with electronics, so he wanted to be an electrician. His parents just nodded, and helped him learn. One day, James was watching a program about marines, and the UNSC. He turned to his parents, and he said to them; "I want to be a marine!" They simply nodded, taking it as another swing of which career the boy wanted when he was older. The only thing was, James hadn't taken another swing. He had made his choice.

As James grew up, he started taking part in more physical exercises. He got himself really fit, but also continued to study computing and electronics as well. Years later, when he was nineteen, he told his parents that he was going to register for the marines. His parents looked at each other with a very, very nervous look, then told James to sit down. they had a very long talk with him, and eventually were convinced that James was going to be alright in the marines. The next day, James walked to the nearest recruitment station, and registered himself.

James took part in many missions, a lot of which included him because of his skills in computing. The skills he had meant he could hack into things quite easily. A few more years, and he was making incredible progress in the marines. It was by this he was invited to join Project Freelancer, to which he accepted. James was asked questions, to which he answered. He was asked he he wanted to ask anything, to which he did ask a few questions. Afterwards, he was put through an exam, and was truly admitted into Project Freelancer. He started to train a bit more in short range combat than he originally had in basic marine training, and continued to train in hacking.

Personality: James is normally quite caring of his teammates, but is also quite shy, meaning that meeting new people isn't exactly his specialty. Otherwise, he is a fun guy to be around, often cracking jokes, sometimes even in the heat of battle at an LZ, he would probably say something like; "The LZ is hot. Not 'cause of all the bad guys, but because I'm here." He treats his teammates like family, growing quite attached to them. He is easily made upset, but just as easily made annoyed. James will sometimes come up with good ideas during combat that would support the team.

Any specific weaknesses/flaws: "Iowa, hit that barn door. It's at a medium distance away, so it shouldn't be hard to miss." "You hit two bullets out of ten. That's horrible." James is not good at medium-long range fighting. He also likes to experiment a little. Both a good thing, and a bad thing.

Quirks: James sometimes makes jokes at the worst possible times he could.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Thanks. I'll finish my CS now.