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In New Haven 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Osmund Oroland
Race/Sex: Caucasian Male
Age: 24
Family: Wymond Oroland (mercenary)
Physical Appearance: Osmund stands 6'2, for his height however he is a slender man (HAHA so funny)
He may be small but he has muscle to back it up, you could say he is lean. He likes to keep his long brown hair tied up like in a topknot, or he keeps his bangs braided over the side of his head with bobby pins. Sometimes he is made fun of because of his choice of hairstyle, it is slightly femanine but he is more than willing to go the extra mile to be masculine if he needs to prove someone wrong.
He likes to keep a stubbled mustache, and grow his beard, he keeps it trimmed and chizzled nigh perfectly. On occasion he grows his mustache halfway.
He paints his face on occasion, his favorite Earth holiday was always Halloween, he doesn't go too far, usually it consist of black lines running down his face in a warpaint manner, or a skull inspired paint.
He also has a scar running from his forehead to his top eyelid, he likes to make up tales of how he acquired it, trying to impress women he meets. But the true origin of the scar is that he won it in a street fight, after a night of drinking with some friends, he was on his way home. He crossed into a bad neighborhood, and was jumped by 3 men, he managed to fight two of them off and he accidentally killed another. He has never served time for the murder due to self defense.

Normal Outfit: Osmund wears a variety of clothes ranging from typical Old style American Tshirt and jeans to a new age futuristic decker type gear, this would be cloaks of many colors, intricate designs, maybe blues, yellows, or gray stripes and bars covering a black or grey trench coat, he likes to modify his clothes with markings and symbols near the shoulder pads to add flavor to already interesting deus ex inspired jackets as well.



ARMOR: Osmund is a stealthy fighter, he does not prefer the direct approach if he can help it, for a recon mission Osmund wears something gray or black, ease of movement, but also allows the wearer to be protected, thick however thin leather padding protects Osmund from cuts or scrapes, and being hurt if he is grazed by bullets. He wears an ultra light plexi plated "jacket" that fits like a vest covering his chest, and middle torso. Although the armor is durable and nearly solid enough to bounce bullets, it has been modified at the moleculer level to be able to stretch and conform to his movements and shape. Did I mention his armor has panels that bend light?
His armored gloves are made from the same stretchy plexiplate gear and run 3/4 of the way to his Elbows, he wears a black bodysuit underneath all this to hide his skin while on recon missions or hiding from persuers. His boots double as shinguards which can be removed if necessary, the soles of his boots will adapt to the terrain he is traversing, snow will cause his soles to create a slight bend outwards, almost trapazoidal, this will make the soles have better coverage of the ground area around his boots. Almost like snowshoes, patting the ground so that he can move through snow easier. A rocky surface will cause the soles to form tiny goosebump like grips and the they bend moreso to make climbing easy.

IF Osmund needs heavier gear, all he needs to do is zip his jacket up, the outsides of the jacket have a thin layer of plexiplate coated with a fiber extender. Which will conform to Osmund's shape and harden like chitin, creating a shell holding all his valuable meat like an oyster, or a crab:)

In edition to his form fitting chitinous gear, for space adaptation it becomes air tight, but creates streams of air throughout the armor, circulating almost like blood. He has a visor that can be activated from an earpiece he wears. The visor can morph into a facemask, and if needed it can morph into a full helmet, having nearly the same effect as his leather plate armor. The visor when closed has a menacing look, almost like a skull, more tribal and savage looking with glowing red eyes. The visor also has a zoom functionality and a HUD which displays information about enemies, IE (distance, body temperature, weapon identification systems).

Weapons: Assault Sniper (this weapon is a fully customizable interchangable assault rifle to sniper rifle, while it in assault mode it is a 2 round burst, allowing for better accuracy at a medium range while not sacrificing the speed and effectiveness of the weapon. While it is in sniper mode it has a holographic zoom feature, it can be modified to a semi-automatic but currently is a bolt action rifle, it can use anywhere from standard pistol ammunition to a low powered sniper ammo. This is for macumum effectiveness as it can be changed into an assault weapon as well.
If Osmund prefers to go without a sniper for a mission, he will carry a pistol and a blade. His melee weapon is a black straightblade with a razors edge it is relatively short, almost 2 feet long, much like a 'modern' katana design from the early 2000's it has a spongy grip, and at the hilt of the blade there is a rope like material with knotted grips through the 5 foot long cable, this gives Osmund a ranged advantage even up close. The blade can be swung around like a Kama or spun around and thrown.
His pistol is nothing special:/
Just a standard 9mm but it gets the job done.

Personality: Osmund is many things, Thoughtful, he can be cruel at times due to his partially stripped emotion but as I said if he is in any situation, possibilities arise all the time. He cares for very little for people, he has little friends but he is quite charismatic and uses his wit to his advantage whether it be on women or other officers (usually to get off the hook about something). He has a very distinct way of looking at and doing business. "Business gets done" as he says. For his attitude towards things he is often criticized but he does a damn good job, so complaints tend to be hushed most times.

Skill Set: through his various jobs he has aquired the knowledge of an amatuer surgeon, a japanese chef, and a serial killer. Combined these skills can make one hell of a hitman!
He has pacticed many martial arts growing up, on the streets how else can a boy protect himself?

Backstory: Much of his pasts is kept a secret, he sees it as a need to know basis type deal. What is known, is that he grew up on the streets of Earth, He started hacking at a young age (14) and has been in trouble with the police on a number of occasions, aside from this his life as a hitman in his early 20's has led him into a similar but legal profession, bounty hunting. He has been watched closely for the past couple years and while the program to explore other planets has been taking off (so to speak) he has been confronted for his ability to scout and hunt. Though technically a wanted criminal in 4 cities, he was excused to better his and others future on Andromeda.

Job: his last known job was a bounty hunter for a small corporation. Now he is free to do as he pleases, but Aboard the Ark he can help with technologies, training others, or scouting the surface of uncharted planets. Currently Andromeda 7.

Favorite Color: Yellow
(It would be white but it isn't a color)

SHINY AND CHROME
In Krrstria 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Jacque is an interesting character, reminds me of john marston from red dead redemption a little bit. The gunshot part is cool, I was thinking about engaging it however idk what forest Jacque is in and we have our hands tied already, it would be neat if all of us ran into each other. But that is just too much too soon atm lol
Name: Wymond Oroland

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Orientation: Straight

Position: "Other" - Mercenary

Class: Vanguard - http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Vanguard

Qualifications: He and his brother, Osmond, at a young age sparred together. Their father taught them how to handle themselves in more situations as they grew older. He was drafted into the military and saw very little action when he was 19. He did however pick up skills on basic medical practices, and basic gun handling He knows enough to handle himself.

Appearance:





Personality: Wymond is a hardened character. But he also has a strong relationship for people he cares about, and will practically do anything to protect them, legal or illegal. He is polite to people who are polite to him, however he tried to be courteous to all people who are superior to his military rank of Corporal, one less than Sergeant.

Likes: Musical Instruments, Guns, Babes!

Dislikes: Ignorance, Un-Honorable people

Strengths: Good with repairing firearms, Basic Medical training (helps in a pinch), Protective of who he works for, regardless of his feelings towards them.

Weaknesses: Lack of a huge personality (friendly relationships)

Open to relationships: Yes

Relationships/family: Not related to any crew members, but he has a brother.

Biography: From childhood Wymond trained with his father and brother, all the way up til the point where he was drafted into the military, Wymond has a brother, Osmond, who is a bounty hunter, they both have similar jobs now. Wymond is a mercenary.
What does SIRIUS mean to your character?: The vessel needs SOME form of protection, hired guns can be helpful for a non-military class ship.
He decided to leave the military and become AWOL, he was tired of working boring jobs without seeing any action, his early life didn't prepare him for what he was doing. He decided to work for people interdependently, he would see action that way and get paid almost weekly.

Sample post:

Wymond moved swiftly through the alleyway, the location of the hideout was just ahead, no guard. Rare and certainly odd for this time of night.
If the shipment they had was of any value as was explained to him then they would be protecting it, why were there no guards?
He still moved on towards the base, checking around him at all times to spot any ambushes. There were no security drones or cameras in the area, that's good.
Wymond found the door to the compound, it was locked with a keypad. He planted a device nearest the door and began hacking into the lock. He waited a minute and Viola the door opens. He made his way inside, checking corners for enemies. Nothing, this was very strange. The shipment of illegal firearms just inside the room, sitting in the middle. No lasers, no turrets, cameras.. What was going on, in a flash a horde of enemy troops rushed in, firing on Wymond. There was half torn-down brick wall next to him, he jumped behind it offering a little covering fire. They were closing in, he had to think of something. He check his remaining equipment, he had one smoke grenade left.

"This is it!" he said before throwing the grenade it exploded into a cloud, obstructing the view of everyone in the room except for Wymond. He used his visor that detected enemy heat sigs.

He dove from behind the wall firing 3 bursts into the enemies ahead of him, 2 down, he rushed forward to avoid some counter fire from the sides, he grabbed one man to use as a shield. He shot, 1 down. And another, and another. He placed a tracker on top of a pile of weapons, (the shipment).
Still under fire he spoke to his com device.

"Ok, bring it down whenever, I'm in a pinch though so be quick about it!'

He took down a couple more enemies before getting shot in the shoulder, the bullet didn't penetrate the armor but it hurt like hell. He snapped his hostages neck. He was pinned down again, the smoke totally clearing soon, he would need a way out of this one. Minutes past of him being shot at and him shooting back at the enemy, he took out a couple more before the ceiling came crashing in, it was his ride. And he was here to collect his bounty.

Someone spoke over his com.

"Attach the cables fast we don't have much time, hurry!"

The dust from the building being broken open gave him just enough time and cover to attach the cables undetected.

"Ok pull out!"

Just before the shipment was lifted away, Wymond held onto one of the cables pulling the palette up from the hideout. The ship then made its way to the drop zone, on com just before they were out of sight from the thieves the pilot spoke.

"Damn fine job Wymond, that'll surely earn your credits!-" the pilot chuckled.

Wymond laughed then muttered something off com.

"I'd have them regardless"

OTHER: Wymond met another mercenary by the name of Ardur Skor, they met on a transportation mission hired as guards. Shortly after they had left the city, a group of raiders attacked them, a long battle broke out, and Wymond saved Ardur right before a bandit could shoot him point blank in the head. Ardur is still greatful and informed Wy of a job anoard the SIRIUS.
In Krrstria 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
He paused.
Turned towards a spot at the treeline, he could sense people staring at him. He peered through the leaves, and focused on someone... Familiar.

"You, two... or three, hidden in the forest. Appear, or suffer consequences. Imperials choose not to hide like petty bandits."

He chuckled slightly.
Then turned towards the woman.
"-And you, speak to the bandits, be quick. We've much to discuss 'frail one'"

He sat on the ground, crossing his legs and leaned up against his massive blade, still protruding from the terrain. He was skeptical as to if the girl knew what she was getting herself into, but someone sent from higher up orders to speak to rebels seems likely, yet unlikely due to Krrstria being at war with the Empire, it was bloody and unforgiving. The Empire was crushing anyone and anything in it's path, but the rebels were almost if not just as skilled as many Imperial soldiers. He didn't question much, after all he was an assassin for the Empire. He was supposed to take order with no explanation at times, still to him this could go good, or bad.
I feel this will become very interesting, lots of openings ALREADY for twists and odd things of that sort to take place. I enjoy it so far.
THIS DAMN IDEA RIGHT HERE IS AMAZING!
I've seen all the star wars movies over the years, played loads of games, and this right here triggered my star wars alarm HARD. I like it and some!
Name: Adrian Chesikov

Rank: (Will be given once approved)

Physical Appearance: Medium size build, however he is slightly muscular. He has a small beard, brown eyes, and a scar above his left eyebrow extending to his top eyelid.

Age: 26

Personality: Adrian is the strong silent type, he is smart, but as well he doesn't often apply his knowledge to every possible situation.

Weapon(s): Adrian prefers Russian rifles, the US issued AKM, a military variation of the Russian's AK

He also caries a combat knife, nothing special.

Gear: He has small map, some parts of it are damaged, stained and burned. It's obviously a comodity, he has a canteen from the military. He also keeps an old grenade with him, found in his fathers attic as a young teen. It may work it may not.

Backstory: if it wasn't already kinda obvious Adrian is Russian, but only half. He never knew his father, he saw him at a young age around 5 and never again, oerhaps the war got him. He'll never truely know, for it is unknown. His mother took care of him most of the time, sometimes she would work for days at a time and need Adrian to be taken care of, so she would drop him off at a care facility but when he was older. She could no longer keep track of things, and he was still too young to love alone, she had to send him to an orphanage. She visited every couple days. But the visits became less frequent. And soon they ceased forever, he assumed the city took his mother. Harsh place they lived before he moved.

Other: neat little fact, I played this role in GMOD for a long long time, he was the leader of a rebellion I created to combat the police that were breaking rules, instead of complaining to the missing admin. I just hired a ton of criminals and gun smugglers, we built a base in the sewers. And we raided the police station occasionally:)
Thanks i wasnt too sure on where to post
In Krrstria 11 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
The Wolf waiting for a response from the Empire girl, smelled something, something new. He held up his hand, in a motion for the girl to cease all noise. All sound was silent. The wind was blowing and it was all that could be heard besides the leaves in the trees blowing and swaying.

He turned his head slightly to the treeline to his right...

Nothing. He swung his sword around and smashed it into the earth. Digging in almost a foot, and resting his arm atop the hilt.

"We aren't alone I fear." @magnato

He looked back at the girl, trying to whisper through his mask.

"Confrontation isn't something I'm looking for right now. It is a possibility a fight will break out, if so happens. Run behind a rock, or a tree."

Still unsure as to WHO or WHAT was watching him, he continued to search the trees, especially in this area. It was dangerous to travel in small groups due to bandits, this much he knew from experience. He was more than prepared, why would someone challenge such a huge sword weilding myth?

"If things go south however-" he spoke

"I'll break anyone who steps on this dirt path"
Yes that is interesting. I second that
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