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Alright, IC will be up in a short while. My characters will be a tad delayed due to midterms at school right now. And, as of now Spartan and Sangheili applications are CLOSED! Voro' Refum; Julián-Ángel G097; and Emmett-G355 are **ACCEPTED!** As soon as the IC is up I welcome you all to post! My characters will join in as soon as I can finish their sheets.

> So am I accepted? In the event that you are still the only Sangheili by Wednesday, then yes! If there are two more applications for Sangheili submitted before Wednesday, then it's up in the air.

Alright, considering the decreased flow of applications, we'll be starting the IC probably about Wednesday. I'll still accept characters after that BUT after Wednesday, no more Spartan or Sangheili applications.

> Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián-Ángel K097 > > Nickname : Angel or Ángel Julián > > Gender: Male > > Age:24 > > Appearance: Short, jet-black hair. Fair skinned for someone fluent in Spanish. Although 24, could pass for mid-30s. Hazel, attentive eyes. Stands approximately seven feet tall. Not quite bulky, but muscular and toned, like most Spartans. Weight of 268 pounds. Around a half-ton with armor. Genetically enhanced bones and muscle growth. > > Type: Spartan > > Rank: Spartan > > Armor/Clothing: Standard Spartan MJOLNIR armor. The suit's shielding apparatus has long been dysfunctional, making Julián rely on himself rather than the armor. Suit has been painted over in an urban camouflage pattern. > > Weapons: SRS99C-Series 3 AM Bolt action Sniper Rifle. Toggling standard/night vision scope. Barrel rail with detachable range finder mounted 90 degrees from scope. Accurate up to 2.5 kilometers, depending on the shooter. Outfitted to shoot .45 caliber, .41 caliber, .454 caliber, and 410 gauge shotgun shells similar to the Taurus Raging Judge. Side arm is an intermittent-working M6D. Clip holder is busted from being dropped a long distance, so magazine must be held in with pinkie finger while firing. Pistol also jams approximately one every five shots. > > Equipment: Two bottles of water, a half-eaten box of protein bars, a quarter aerosol can of gun oil, a rag, sharpened safety scissors, and cheap crayola face paint, all contained within a small, worn-out black book bag. As far as ammo goes, sixteen .45 240 grain bullets, six 410 caliber shotgun shells, two .454 caliber 270 grain bullets, and one Spartan III grapple round with coil. Fourteen M6D rounds left. Standard Spartan II MJOLNIR, with the exception of the shielding and the addition of camo. > > Personality: Julián is reserved, but not altogether unfriendly. His speech is quick, concise, to the point. His loyalty to his team is unmatched. He is often called 'Angel' because of his savior-like tendency to protect others. He puts himself at risk before allowing anyone to be injured. Ángel's defining trait, however, is his memory. Similar to the marine snipers of old, he only needs glance at anything to remember it perfectly. He is genetically tailored to deciphering patterns, codes, etc. > > History: Julián knows very little of his history with his parents. Being "adopted" by the UNSC at such a young age did have its disadvantages. It also had it merits, however. The importance of glory and combat-readiness molded him into a go-getter, always looking to improve himself. Basic Spartan training proved to be a breeze. It was not until more specialized training that Julián discovered...road blocks. "¡Mírame, chico!" Chief Petty Officer Ferguson said, smirking, gun in arms. _Watch me, boy!_ "Bolt goes back, forward, safety off, fire!" he continued. It all happened quickly after that, even for Julián's sense of the word. The bolt came back, forward, the safety was pressed off -_click_-, and....CPO Ferguson fired once. Perfect shot, despite the fierce wind. The bolt came back again, chucking the smoking cartridge of a .50 caliber hollow point. A push forward and it was set to fire again. The safety again made a quiet but audible click, and CPO sighted up. Suddenly a loud crack. Not a bullet, no, but the bolt bouncing hard enough to free itself from the gun and become a projectile. Julián watched it come back and catch CPO Ferguson just above the left eye. Ferguson's grip on the gun loosened, then completely faltered. Where the bolt hit, skull is cracked skin is broken, and blood is flowing. The CPO fell back into Julián's arms, unconscious. All in all, it was an event frightening enough to make most avoid firearms entirely. Even for the young Spartan, it was traumatizing. He still suppresses a flinch to this day. More recently, Julián's endeavors involve mostly playing deterrent to any insurrectionists scheming against Reach. He happened to be in New Alexandria to check up on security detail when the Flood reappeared. New orders cut out after a while, so it must've hit some of the top brass. Several days of survival and a few rounds of ammo later.... > > Other: "Oh, shi-" > > (This is my first RP in over 6 years, so please inform me if I messed anything up) > Better! He's in the running for the Spartans. Granted, that K should be either an A, a B, or a G, but it's a pretty negligible detail. > Character Sheet > > Name: David Mile > > Nickname: Twix > > Gender: Male > > Age: 26 > > Appearance:(Either a picture of five sentences of physical description. Your character's face and build, not their armor.) > > http://www.kernunnos.com/biehn/terminator4.jpg > > Type of Character:(Options are, Civilian, Marine/Army/Navy member, Unggoy/Grunt, ODST, Naval Ship Captain, ONI Agent, Sangheili, Spartan.) > > ODST > > Rank:(Civilians have no rank. Try to make sure you're using the correct ranking system for your character(I can provide links if needed)) > > Private > > Armor/Clothing:(Picture and description of armor capabilities. If it's only clothing, a picture or physical description would suffice.) > > Variant: > >The Sharpshooter BDU is issued to sniper experts in the field. This BDU is designed to give an ODST sharpshooter more freedom in combat - the >standard right pauldron is removed, allowing the sniper to aim better and move his arm more freely with a sniper rifle, while the standard left >pauldron is replaced with a larger plate to protect the sniper's arm from counterattacks. The Sharpshooter variant is also issued with an optics >device attached to the helmet, while the Oracle scope on the SRS99 can uplink to the user's HUD. > > http://cdn.instructables.com/FNP/6L7D/G51GF0KA/FNP6L7DG51GF0KA.LARGE.jpg > > >The ODST Battle Dress Uniform is the signature piece of equipment used by the 105th Special Forces - the armor is vacuum-rated, capable of >Extra-Vehicular Activity for fifteen minutes.[1] The armor provides numerous advantages in the field, including ballistic protection, >temperature control, as well as thermal insulation against extreme temperatures experienced during atmospheric entry and thermal protection from >Covenant energy weapons. > > > >The ODST Armor has gone through several design changes since the start of the Human-Covenant War. The current version incorporates technology >initially developed for the MJOLNIR Armor. This includes CTCs for body armor, titanium and ceramic composite armor plating to give the user >added protection - along with HUD and Communications Systems to give more situational awareness to the wearer.[2] > > > >The ODST BDU has been in use for well over 50 years by the 105th, and remains unmatched in its ability to protect its wearer over other BDUs >during the toughest operations. The BDU excels at providing more protection against small arms fire than other infantry body armor, and also >excels at allowing a trooper to conduct Military Operations in Urban Terrain without the slightest chance of being detected in dark locations. >The BDU's stealth capability is partly thanks to its black and gray camouflage patterns on the legs, boots, gloves, chest, helmet and undersuit >- these urban camouflage patterns are optional; without the camouflage panels, the BDU is black. On the left shoulder pad of every ODST is a >UNSC MED REF patch.[3][4][5] This patch contains basic medical information about the trooper, and allows a UNSC certified medic to gain a quick >medical reference to an ODST wounded in the field. Despite the armor's obvious advantage over standard infantry armor, it is still vulnerable to >Covenant energy weapons, larger armor piercing rounds, as well as large explosive devices. > > Camouflage: Urban Pattern. > > Weapons:(Don't go overboard. You can't go around carrying an assault rifle, a DMR, a rocket launcher and a grenade launcher all at once. Also, about how much ammo does the weapon have? In battery percentage, clips, rounds, etc.) > > SRS 99 Anti-Matériel (Sniper rifle) > > 2 x M6G Personal Defense Weapon System (Pistol) > > 2 x Standard Grenades > > Combat Knife > > Equipment:(Food, water. Extra stuff like rope, electronic lockpicks, C-12 explosive, etc.) > > Canteen (contents: 3/4 water) > > 3 x Signal Flare > > 5 x MRE > > Binoculars > > 1 x Sniper Magazine (loaded) > > 1 x Sniper Magazine (Easy access) > > 6 x Sniper Magazine (Backpack) > > 2 x Pistol Magazine (loaded) > > 2 x Pistol Magazine (Easy access) > > 5 x Medicinal Stimulant (keep you awake drugs) > > Personality: (Five sentences or more) > > Twix was a bit of a straight shooter before, he knew the regs backwards and forwards and kept to them, simple. Now he's different, petty regs mean nothing to him, not that much does anymore. He has become apathetic, it's hard to care about people when they die so fast. He's surviving day to day, he'll do what he must but he is losing his reason to go on. Sometimes glimmers of the old him shine through, quick to laugh and joke with his friends, meticulous in his practices, but these glimmers are few and far between. He has developed a stim addiction, to blow time he takes a double dose and sits back as all his troubles melt away in the high. > > History: (Five sentences. Explain how they got into the military, or what civilian life was like for them. Explain how they've survived the past few days, and how they ended up in New Alexandira.) > > Twix an orphan evacuated from Arcadia in 2531, grew up hating the Covenant, how could he not? how could any of his generation not have an ingrained deep hatred of everything alien? Harvest, Circinius IV, Jericho VII and so many other worlds just gone. As soon as Twix was of age he joined up, after excelling at marksmanship in training he was transferred to ODST Sniper school where he was one among equals. There was a war on so his training was accelerated and he was soon out in the field. Over the next few years he was a part of many orbital drops and furious battles, He lost friends, lovers, brothers, sisters. The ODST are not known for their low mortality rates. Twix fought at Sigma Octanus IV where he was on attachment to a marine regiment. On arrival at Reach after the retreat from Sigma Octanus IV he was immediately redeployed and left before the invasion of Reach, a fact he is still bitter about, the regiment he had been attached to at Sigma Octanus IV was wiped out to a man in the fall of Reach, including a young woman who he had grown very close to. > > Twix was removed from active duty for psychological reasons post peace agreement with the Covenant, between now and then he has spent an abnormal amount of time in cryo, when Reach was re occupied he moved there. > > With impending disaster in sight he and many others were officially recalled to active duty shortly before command ceased sending orders. > > Other: > > >“Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep them from getting their filthy claws on Earth. >But we stumbled onto somethin' they're so hot for that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Well, I >don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it! >What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown in!” > — Staff Sergeant Avery Junior Johnson > > Our first Orbital Drop Shock Trooper! **Accepted!** > Neam: WildTurtel > > Nick Neam: The Turdster > > Gender: Unidentified > > Age: Unknown ;) > >  > > Class: I'm a Fuckin Navy seal > > Rank: Da best > > Armour: Crafted in the finest scrap metal in the ghetto. Molded after years of pain staking labor with the finest hobo craftsmen: Jim Boberson. It is capable of stopping a small child's punch, and the bites of small chihuahuas. > > Weapons: > > - Pipe Shotgun(12 Gauge 16 rounds) > - Rusty Shovel"Rusty The Shovel" > - Its...Its a thing, that... Hey Jim what'd it do? Oh yeah it fires like tubes out of the two tubes at the front and when those fire tubes hit a thing it goes "KABBBBBOOOOOMMMM" (3 Fire tubes) > > Equipment: > > - 3 wool blanket(s) > - 1 Shopping cart(s) > - 2 lbs Aluminum can(s) > - 1 color blind cat(s) "Chester" > - 1 Portable gas stove(s) > - 1 set of Winter clothe(s) (Dirty) > - 3 Dented can of bean(s) > - 1 Half Jar of Chrisco(s) > - 1 Jappeneese Dirty mag(s) > - 1 Stained Crusty Rag(s) > > Personalty: > > - Case #00AA217 > - New Alexandria Psych Ward > - Patient exhibits schizophrenic and hallucinogenic tendencies. > - Keeps mostly to himself, but seems to have multiple conversations in his mind. > - Minds the other patients and doesn't seem to instigate fights > - Rambles times about the "War" talking about "Rob and Jim" > - Incident #015 > - A Ward of the State had bad mouthed the armed forces, patient at first asked politely for the man to stop, however after further provocation lashed out at the man, exhibiting high skill in melee combat and utilized a nearby cane like a baton. > - We have sent world to a nearby Military Outpost for information on the man. > > Hisoty: > > I'm a FOOKIN NAVEY SEAL. Me and my bois stuck dem down in duh war. This one time Jim just stabbed a bitch in da face with his spleen. Then he went crazy and thought i was a watermelon inside a watermelon and I had to make him feel good if ya know what I mean. (sexual intercourse) Some people ask me "why did you leave da FUCKIN NAVEY SEALS" and i tells thems i says cause the food was shitty and they tell me not to drop teh soap (I still don't understands what they meants) And they told me that "the Turdster" was crazy but he aints, they sent him to some loony bidness IN ALEXADRIA WORLD (WORLD WORLD WORLD) Some daed dudes started rising and slapped my titty and called me sally ;~; > so i hit them with my pipe shotgun and shot them with my rusty shovel. when tehre was too many i ran and passed the fuck out > > Quote: Ummmmm it way not seem like it be but it do :D This made me laugh a lot harder than it probably should have. But anyway, I was going for a more serious vibe, but, we do need comic relief. Make it less... Um... Crazy, and I'll think about it. > There may be slight additions to the Equipment section for GM approval. > > Character Sheet > > Name: Emmett-G355 > > Nickname: ‘Dingo' > > Gender: Male > > Age: 29 > > Appearance: Emmett stands roughly 6’4” and weighs 247lbs without his armor. He has a broad jawline, a crooked nose clearly broken too many times, and short curly black hair. His cheeks and chin are covered in a mess of thick, untrimmed stubble and his eyes are a soft blue-grey. With arms of thick muscle and an impeccable figure, it is clear that his body is well trained for combat and exertion. > >  > > > Type of Character: SPARTAN-III > > Rank: SPARTAN > > Armor/Clothing: MJOLNIR [GEN2] Armor >  > > > Weapons: > M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, 6 magazines (14 rounds each), rail-mounted telescopic x6 sight with night-vision capabilities. > M6D Personal Defense Weapon System, 4 clips (12 rounds each) > Standard Issue Carbon Fiber Combat Knife > x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > LxVII Thermal-Eye Binoculars: x360 View with rangefinder, thermal and night-vision modes, and direct wireless feed to compatible devices. > x78 M118 FMJ-AP, 7.62x51mm rounds (DMR) > x42 M225 Semi-Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds (Pistol) > x2 Combat Rations > x1 Steel Canteen (2/3rds Full) > x1 High Explosive Door Breach > > > Personality: Outwardly, Emmett is lighthearted and rarely serious; often preferring to use a joke to diffuse tense situations. He is kind and cheerful and takes great care to protect those around him, whether they be brothers-in-arms or civilians. However, once in a combat situation much of these pleasantries disappear as Emmett displays a tactical cunning and ruthless combat efficiency that often surprises those who are not familiar with him. The battle augments he received during his induction into the SPARTAN Companies put Emmett at risk of losing control of his logic and personality, succumbing to a fierce instinctual bloodlust, without regular doses of anti-mutagenic drugs. Due to a psychological predisposition to emotional unavailability, Emmett requires a larger dose than most other SPARTANS from the same program and can thus quickly regress if the medication is not received. > > History: Born to unknown parents on one of the outer colonies of humanity, Emmett spent the early years of his life living on the street among the other vagrants and homeless. He was barely surviving when he was picked up at the age of six by a small group of pirate raiders to be trained as a sort of steward/cabin-boy on their ship. The pirates kept him fed but were quite brutal in their treatment of the boy, the most prominent example being once when he was caught attempting to free a captive trader whose ship had been plundered. After executing the man before the child’s eyes, the pirate captain used the still smoking barrel of a battle rifle to burn a mark into his cheek. After two years in captivity, the pirate ship was finally captured by military forces and while the captain and most of the crew were executed, Emmett was young enough to be sent to an inner world juvenile prison. It was there that the UNSC special programs directors found him, choosing him as a candidate for the newly implemented SPARTAN-III program. He was in the third group of children chosen for the program, after the first two companies, Alpha and Beta, were completely wiped out in Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO respectively. In Gamma Company he excelled in the hand-to-hand combat training as well as long-range accuracy training and so was eventually placed with one of the company’s scout squads. He served exceptionally for several years, earning a few small-time operation merits, and was often the first chosen (or the first volunteer) for missions scouting enemy positions, most of which involved a significant amount of danger. It was one of his squad mates, a man who'd been 'recruited' from Earth, who first coined him the name 'Dingo' when he remarked that Emmett's outwardly timid personality yet fierce fighting rage when cornered reminded him of one of the canine creatures he'd killed as a boy. > > After the war with the Covenant, the SPARTAN-III program was dissolved and Emmett was approached with the opportunity of continuing his service as a SPARTAN, defending humanity against all future threats. He readily agreed, knowing war and conflict was all he was made for. His missions continued and eventually Emmett found himself being called to accompany a UNSC squad to a remote mining colony that had sent a chilling, near unintelligible distress call a month previous before ceasing all communication. It had seemed somewhat routine at first, occasionally a colony's communication array would be damaged and their reports would come later than expected, but what his squad found on that lonely asteroid was far more than they were prepared to handle. The entire facility had been infected, the Flood having assimilated every last soul in the colony, and soon the squad was in full retreat with ammo stores running low. Though he fought tooth and nail to defend the marines, Emmett was the only one who made it back to the ship and soon found himself on a direct course back to Reach where all military personnel were being recalled. This sheet was good! You're certainly in the running for a Spartan. > @DocTachyon, added Zhen's ammunition. I figured two mags for that pistol wasn't being too crazy. In that case, both of your characters are **accepted!**

> Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián-Ángel K097 > > Nickname : Angel or Ángel Julián > > Gender: Male > > Age:24 > > Appearance: Short, jet-black hair. Fair skinned for someone fluent in Spanish. Although 24, could pass for mid-30s. Hazel, attentive eyes. Stands approximately seven feet tall. Not quite bulky, but muscular and toned, like most Spartans. Weight of 268 pounds. Around a half-ton with armor. Genetically enhanced bones and muscle growth. > > Type: Spartan > > Rank: Spartan > > Armor/Clothing: Standard Spartan MJOLNIR armor. The suit's shielding apparatus has long been dysfunctional, making Julián rely on himself rather than the armor. Suit has been painted over in an urban camouflage pattern. > > Weapons: SRS99C-Series 3 AM Bolt action Sniper Rifle. Toggling standard/night vision scope. Barrel rail with detachable range finder mounted 90 degrees from scope. Accurate up to 2.5 kilometers, depending on the shooter. Outfitted to shoot .45 caliber, .41 caliber, .454 caliber, and 410 gauge shotgun shells similar to the Taurus Raging Judge. Side arm is an intermittent-working M6D. Clip holder is busted from being dropped a long distance, so magazine must be held in with pinkie finger while firing. Pistol also jams approximately one every five shots. > > Equipment: Two bottles of water, a half-eaten box of protein bars, a quarter aerosol can of gun oil, a rag, sharpened safety scissors, and cheap crayola face paint, all contained within a small, worn-out black book bag. As far as ammo goes, sixteen .45 240 grain bullets, six 410 caliber shotgun shells, two .454 caliber 270 grain bullets, and one Spartan III grapple round with coil. Fourteen M6D rounds left. Standard Spartan II MJOLNIR, with the exception of the shielding and the addition of camo. > > Personality: Julián is reserved, but not altogether unfriendly. His speech is quick, concise, to the point. His loyalty to his team is unmatched. He is often called 'Angel' because of his savior-like tendency to protect others. He puts himself at risk before allowing anyone to be injured. Ángel's defining trait, however, is his memory. Similar to the marine snipers of old, he only needs glance at anything to remember it perfectly. He is genetically tailored to deciphering patterns, codes, etc. > > History: Julián knows very little of his history with his parents. Being "adopted" by the UNSC at such a young age did have its disadvantages. It also had it merits, however. The importance of glory and combat-readiness molded him into a go-getter, always looking to improve himself. Basic Spartan training proved to be a breeze. It was not until more specialized training that Julián discovered...road blocks. "¡Mírame, chico!" Chief Petty Officer Ferguson said, smirking, gun in arms. _Watch me, boy!_ "Bolt goes back, forward, safety off, fire!" he continued. It all happened quickly after that, even for Julián's sense of the word. The bolt came back, forward, the safety was pressed off -_click_-, and....CPO Ferguson fired once. Perfect shot, despite the fierce wind. The bolt came back again, chucking the smoking cartridge of a .50 caliber hollow point. A push forward and it was set to fire again. The safety again made a quiet but audible click, and CPO sighted up. Suddenly a loud crack. Not a bullet, no, but the bolt bouncing hard enough to free itself from the gun and become a projectile. Julián watched it come back and catch CPO Ferguson just above the left eye. Ferguson's grip on the gun loosened, then completely faltered. Where the bolt hit, skull is cracked skin is broken, and blood is flowing. The CPO fell back into Julián's arms, unconscious. All in all, it was an event frightening enough to make most avoid firearms entirely. Even for the young Spartan, it was traumatizing. He still suppresses a flinch to this day. More recently, Julián's endeavors involve mostly playing deterrent to any insurrectionists scheming against Reach. He happened to be in New Alexandria to check up on security detail when the Flood reappeared. New orders cut out after a while, so it must've hit some of the top brass. Several days of survival and a few rounds of ammo later.... > > Other: "Oh, shi-" > > (This is my first RP in over 6 years, so please inform me if I messed anything up) > Better! He's in the running for the Spartans. Granted, that K should be either an A, a B, or a G, but it's a pretty negligible detail. > Character Sheet > > Name: David Mile > > Nickname: Twix > > Gender: Male > > Age: 26 > > Appearance:(Either a picture of five sentences of physical description. Your character's face and build, not their armor.) > > http://www.kernunnos.com/biehn/terminator4.jpg > > Type of Character:(Options are, Civilian, Marine/Army/Navy member, Unggoy/Grunt, ODST, Naval Ship Captain, ONI Agent, Sangheili, Spartan.) > > ODST > > Rank:(Civilians have no rank. Try to make sure you're using the correct ranking system for your character(I can provide links if needed)) > > Private > > Armor/Clothing:(Picture and description of armor capabilities. If it's only clothing, a picture or physical description would suffice.) > > Variant: > >The Sharpshooter BDU is issued to sniper experts in the field. This BDU is designed to give an ODST sharpshooter more freedom in combat - the >standard right pauldron is removed, allowing the sniper to aim better and move his arm more freely with a sniper rifle, while the standard left >pauldron is replaced with a larger plate to protect the sniper's arm from counterattacks. The Sharpshooter variant is also issued with an optics >device attached to the helmet, while the Oracle scope on the SRS99 can uplink to the user's HUD. > > http://cdn.instructables.com/FNP/6L7D/G51GF0KA/FNP6L7DG51GF0KA.LARGE.jpg > > >The ODST Battle Dress Uniform is the signature piece of equipment used by the 105th Special Forces - the armor is vacuum-rated, capable of >Extra-Vehicular Activity for fifteen minutes.[1] The armor provides numerous advantages in the field, including ballistic protection, >temperature control, as well as thermal insulation against extreme temperatures experienced during atmospheric entry and thermal protection from >Covenant energy weapons. > > > >The ODST Armor has gone through several design changes since the start of the Human-Covenant War. The current version incorporates technology >initially developed for the MJOLNIR Armor. This includes CTCs for body armor, titanium and ceramic composite armor plating to give the user >added protection - along with HUD and Communications Systems to give more situational awareness to the wearer.[2] > > > >The ODST BDU has been in use for well over 50 years by the 105th, and remains unmatched in its ability to protect its wearer over other BDUs >during the toughest operations. The BDU excels at providing more protection against small arms fire than other infantry body armor, and also >excels at allowing a trooper to conduct Military Operations in Urban Terrain without the slightest chance of being detected in dark locations. >The BDU's stealth capability is partly thanks to its black and gray camouflage patterns on the legs, boots, gloves, chest, helmet and undersuit >- these urban camouflage patterns are optional; without the camouflage panels, the BDU is black. On the left shoulder pad of every ODST is a >UNSC MED REF patch.[3][4][5] This patch contains basic medical information about the trooper, and allows a UNSC certified medic to gain a quick >medical reference to an ODST wounded in the field. Despite the armor's obvious advantage over standard infantry armor, it is still vulnerable to >Covenant energy weapons, larger armor piercing rounds, as well as large explosive devices. > > Camouflage: Urban Pattern. > > Weapons:(Don't go overboard. You can't go around carrying an assault rifle, a DMR, a rocket launcher and a grenade launcher all at once. Also, about how much ammo does the weapon have? In battery percentage, clips, rounds, etc.) > > SRS 99 Anti-Matériel (Sniper rifle) > > 2 x M6G Personal Defense Weapon System (Pistol) > > 2 x Standard Grenades > > Combat Knife > > Equipment:(Food, water. Extra stuff like rope, electronic lockpicks, C-12 explosive, etc.) > > Canteen (contents: 3/4 water) > > 3 x Signal Flare > > 5 x MRE > > Binoculars > > 1 x Sniper Magazine (loaded) > > 1 x Sniper Magazine (Easy access) > > 6 x Sniper Magazine (Backpack) > > 2 x Pistol Magazine (loaded) > > 2 x Pistol Magazine (Easy access) > > 5 x Medicinal Stimulant (keep you awake drugs) > > Personality: (Five sentences or more) > > Twix was a bit of a straight shooter before, he knew the regs backwards and forwards and kept to them, simple. Now he's different, petty regs mean nothing to him, not that much does anymore. He has become apathetic, it's hard to care about people when they die so fast. He's surviving day to day, he'll do what he must but he is losing his reason to go on. Sometimes glimmers of the old him shine through, quick to laugh and joke with his friends, meticulous in his practices, but these glimmers are few and far between. He has developed a stim addiction, to blow time he takes a double dose and sits back as all his troubles melt away in the high. > > History: (Five sentences. Explain how they got into the military, or what civilian life was like for them. Explain how they've survived the past few days, and how they ended up in New Alexandira.) > > Twix an orphan evacuated from Arcadia in 2531, grew up hating the Covenant, how could he not? how could any of his generation not have an ingrained deep hatred of everything alien? Harvest, Circinius IV, Jericho VII and so many other worlds just gone. As soon as Twix was of age he joined up, after excelling at marksmanship in training he was transferred to ODST Sniper school where he was one among equals. There was a war on so his training was accelerated and he was soon out in the field. Over the next few years he was a part of many orbital drops and furious battles, He lost friends, lovers, brothers, sisters. The ODST are not known for their low mortality rates. Twix fought at Sigma Octanus IV where he was on attachment to a marine regiment. On arrival at Reach after the retreat from Sigma Octanus IV he was immediately redeployed and left before the invasion of Reach, a fact he is still bitter about, the regiment he had been attached to at Sigma Octanus IV was wiped out to a man in the fall of Reach, including a young woman who he had grown very close to. > > Twix was removed from active duty for psychological reasons post peace agreement with the Covenant, between now and then he has spent an abnormal amount of time in cryo, when Reach was re occupied he moved there. > > With impending disaster in sight he and many others were officially recalled to active duty shortly before command ceased sending orders. > > Other: > > >“Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep them from getting their filthy claws on Earth. >But we stumbled onto somethin' they're so hot for that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Well, I >don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it! >What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown in!” > — Staff Sergeant Avery Junior Johnson > > Our first Orbital Drop Shock Trooper! **Accepted!** > Neam: WildTurtel > > Nick Neam: The Turdster > > Gender: Unidentified > > Age: Unknown ;) > >  > > Class: I'm a Fuckin Navy seal > > Rank: Da best > > Armour: Crafted in the finest scrap metal in the ghetto. Molded after years of pain staking labor with the finest hobo craftsmen: Jim Boberson. It is capable of stopping a small child's punch, and the bites of small chihuahuas. > > Weapons: > > - Pipe Shotgun(12 Gauge 16 rounds) > - Rusty Shovel"Rusty The Shovel" > - Its...Its a thing, that... Hey Jim what'd it do? Oh yeah it fires like tubes out of the two tubes at the front and when those fire tubes hit a thing it goes "KABBBBBOOOOOMMMM" (3 Fire tubes) > > Equipment: > > - 3 wool blanket(s) > - 1 Shopping cart(s) > - 2 lbs Aluminum can(s) > - 1 color blind cat(s) "Chester" > - 1 Portable gas stove(s) > - 1 set of Winter clothe(s) (Dirty) > - 3 Dented can of bean(s) > - 1 Half Jar of Chrisco(s) > - 1 Jappeneese Dirty mag(s) > - 1 Stained Crusty Rag(s) > > Personalty: > > - Case #00AA217 > - New Alexandria Psych Ward > - Patient exhibits schizophrenic and hallucinogenic tendencies. > - Keeps mostly to himself, but seems to have multiple conversations in his mind. > - Minds the other patients and doesn't seem to instigate fights > - Rambles times about the "War" talking about "Rob and Jim" > - Incident #015 > - A Ward of the State had bad mouthed the armed forces, patient at first asked politely for the man to stop, however after further provocation lashed out at the man, exhibiting high skill in melee combat and utilized a nearby cane like a baton. > - We have sent world to a nearby Military Outpost for information on the man. > > Hisoty: > > I'm a FOOKIN NAVEY SEAL. Me and my bois stuck dem down in duh war. This one time Jim just stabbed a bitch in da face with his spleen. Then he went crazy and thought i was a watermelon inside a watermelon and I had to make him feel good if ya know what I mean. (sexual intercourse) Some people ask me "why did you leave da FUCKIN NAVEY SEALS" and i tells thems i says cause the food was shitty and they tell me not to drop teh soap (I still don't understands what they meants) And they told me that "the Turdster" was crazy but he aints, they sent him to some loony bidness IN ALEXADRIA WORLD (WORLD WORLD WORLD) Some daed dudes started rising and slapped my titty and called me sally ;~; > so i hit them with my pipe shotgun and shot them with my rusty shovel. when tehre was too many i ran and passed the fuck out > > Quote: Ummmmm it way not seem like it be but it do :D This made me laugh a lot harder than it probably should have. But anyway, I was going for a more serious vibe, but, we do need comic relief. Make it less... Um... Crazy, and I'll think about it. > There may be slight additions to the Equipment section for GM approval. > > Character Sheet > > Name: Emmett-G355 > > Nickname: ‘Dingo' > > Gender: Male > > Age: 29 > > Appearance: Emmett stands roughly 6’4” and weighs 247lbs without his armor. He has a broad jawline, a crooked nose clearly broken too many times, and short curly black hair. His cheeks and chin are covered in a mess of thick, untrimmed stubble and his eyes are a soft blue-grey. With arms of thick muscle and an impeccable figure, it is clear that his body is well trained for combat and exertion. > >  > > > Type of Character: SPARTAN-III > > Rank: SPARTAN > > Armor/Clothing: MJOLNIR [GEN2] Armor >  > > > Weapons: > M395 Designated Marksman Rifle, 6 magazines (14 rounds each), rail-mounted telescopic x6 sight with night-vision capabilities. > M6D Personal Defense Weapon System, 4 clips (12 rounds each) > Standard Issue Carbon Fiber Combat Knife > x2 M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > LxVII Thermal-Eye Binoculars: x360 View with rangefinder, thermal and night-vision modes, and direct wireless feed to compatible devices. > x78 M118 FMJ-AP, 7.62x51mm rounds (DMR) > x42 M225 Semi-Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds (Pistol) > x2 Combat Rations > x1 Steel Canteen (2/3rds Full) > x1 High Explosive Door Breach > > > Personality: Outwardly, Emmett is lighthearted and rarely serious; often preferring to use a joke to diffuse tense situations. He is kind and cheerful and takes great care to protect those around him, whether they be brothers-in-arms or civilians. However, once in a combat situation much of these pleasantries disappear as Emmett displays a tactical cunning and ruthless combat efficiency that often surprises those who are not familiar with him. The battle augments he received during his induction into the SPARTAN Companies put Emmett at risk of losing control of his logic and personality, succumbing to a fierce instinctual bloodlust, without regular doses of anti-mutagenic drugs. Due to a psychological predisposition to emotional unavailability, Emmett requires a larger dose than most other SPARTANS from the same program and can thus quickly regress if the medication is not received. > > History: Born to unknown parents on one of the outer colonies of humanity, Emmett spent the early years of his life living on the street among the other vagrants and homeless. He was barely surviving when he was picked up at the age of six by a small group of pirate raiders to be trained as a sort of steward/cabin-boy on their ship. The pirates kept him fed but were quite brutal in their treatment of the boy, the most prominent example being once when he was caught attempting to free a captive trader whose ship had been plundered. After executing the man before the child’s eyes, the pirate captain used the still smoking barrel of a battle rifle to burn a mark into his cheek. After two years in captivity, the pirate ship was finally captured by military forces and while the captain and most of the crew were executed, Emmett was young enough to be sent to an inner world juvenile prison. It was there that the UNSC special programs directors found him, choosing him as a candidate for the newly implemented SPARTAN-III program. He was in the third group of children chosen for the program, after the first two companies, Alpha and Beta, were completely wiped out in Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO respectively. In Gamma Company he excelled in the hand-to-hand combat training as well as long-range accuracy training and so was eventually placed with one of the company’s scout squads. He served exceptionally for several years, earning a few small-time operation merits, and was often the first chosen (or the first volunteer) for missions scouting enemy positions, most of which involved a significant amount of danger. It was one of his squad mates, a man who'd been 'recruited' from Earth, who first coined him the name 'Dingo' when he remarked that Emmett's outwardly timid personality yet fierce fighting rage when cornered reminded him of one of the canine creatures he'd killed as a boy. > > After the war with the Covenant, the SPARTAN-III program was dissolved and Emmett was approached with the opportunity of continuing his service as a SPARTAN, defending humanity against all future threats. He readily agreed, knowing war and conflict was all he was made for. His missions continued and eventually Emmett found himself being called to accompany a UNSC squad to a remote mining colony that had sent a chilling, near unintelligible distress call a month previous before ceasing all communication. It had seemed somewhat routine at first, occasionally a colony's communication array would be damaged and their reports would come later than expected, but what his squad found on that lonely asteroid was far more than they were prepared to handle. The entire facility had been infected, the Flood having assimilated every last soul in the colony, and soon the squad was in full retreat with ammo stores running low. Though he fought tooth and nail to defend the marines, Emmett was the only one who made it back to the ship and soon found himself on a direct course back to Reach where all military personnel were being recalled. This sheet was good! You're certainly in the running for a Spartan.

> Changed up the explosives, yeh they were excessive sorry, but hopefully this should be better. > Always up for more criticism. > Welcome aboard, Marine. **Accepted!** > Guess I'll take the first crack at a Spartan. > > Name: Julián Ángel Martinez > > Nickname : Angel or Angel Julián > > Gender: Male > > Age:24 > > Appearance: Short, jet-black hair. Fair skinned for someone fluent in Spanish. Although 24, could pass for mid-30s. Hazel, attentive eyes. Stands approximately seven feet tall. Not quite bulky, but muscular and toned, like most Spartans. Weight of 268 pounds. Genetically enhanced bones and muscle growth. Even though he lacks the MJOLNIR armor, Julián still possesses a figure that can be described as quite intimidating. > > Type: Spartan III > > Rank: E-6 (Petty Officer 1st Class) > > Armor/Clothing: Standard Spartan SPI armor. Basically camouflages to surroundings to hide the wearer. Also capable of neutralizing heat given off to hide body heat, somewhat. > > Weapons: SRS99C-Series 3 AM Bolt action Sniper Rifle. Toggling standard/night vision scope. Barrel rail with detachable range finder mounted 90 degrees from scope. Accurate up to 2.5 kilometers, depending on the shooter. Outfitted to shoot .45 caliber, .41 caliber, .454 caliber, and 410 gauge shotgun shells similar to the Taurus Raging Judge. Side arm is an intermittent-working M6D. Clip holder is busted from being dropped a long distance, so magazine must be held in with pinkie finger while firing. Pistol also jams approximately one every five shots. > > Equipment: Two bottles of water, a half-eaten box of protein bars, a quarter aerosol can of gun oil, a rag, sharpened safety scissors, and cheap crayola face paint, all contained within a small, worn-out black book bag. As far as ammo goes, sixteen .45 240 grain bullets, six 410 caliber shotgun shells, two .454 caliber 270 grain bullets, and one Spartan III grapple round with coil. Fourteen M6D rounds left. Standard Spartan III Semi Powered Infiltration armor, fully functional for cloaking and heat-neutralization. > > Personality: Julián is reserved, but not altogether unfriendly. His speech is quick, concise, to the point. His loyalty to his team is unmatched. He is often called 'Angel' because of his savior-like tendency to protect others. He puts himself at risk before allowing anyone to be injured. Ángel's defining trait, however, is his memory. Similar to the marine snipers of old, he only needs glance at anything to remember it perfectly. He is genetically tailored to deciphering patterns, codes, etc. > > History: Julián knows very little of his history with his parents. Being "adopted" by the UNSC at such a young age did have its disadvantages. It also had it merits, however. The importance of glory and combat-readiness molded him into a go-getter, always looking to improve himself. Basic Spartan training proved to be a breeze. It was not until more specialized training that Julián discovered...road blocks. "¡Mírame, chico!" Chief Petty Officer Ferguson said, smirking, gun in arms. _Watch me, boy!_ "Bolt goes back, forward, safety off, fire!" he continued. It all happened quickly after that, even for Julián's sense of the word. The bolt came back, forward, the safety was pressed off -_click_-, and....CPO Ferguson fired once. Perfect shot, despite the fierce wind. The bolt came back again, chucking the smoking cartridge of a .50 caliber hollow point. A push forward and it was set to fire again. The safety again made a quiet but audible click, and CPO sighted up. Suddenly a loud crack. Not a bullet, no, but the bolt bouncing hard enough to free itself from the gun and become a projectile. Julián watched it come back and catch CPO Ferguson just above the left eye. Ferguson's grip on the gun loosened, then completely faltered. Where the bolt hit, skull is cracked skin is broken, and blood is flowing. The CPO fell back into Julián's arms, unconscious. All in all, it was an event frightening enough to make most avoid firearms entirely. Even for the young Spartan, it was traumatizing. He still suppresses a flinch to this day. More recently, Julián's endeavors involve mostly playing deterrent to any insurrectionists scheming against Reach. He happened to be in New Alexandria to check up on security detail when the Flood reappeared. New orders cut out after a while, so it must've hit some of the top brass. Several days of survival and a few rounds of ammo later.... > > Other: "Oh, shi-" > > (This is my first RP in over 6 years, so please inform me if I messed anything up) > The character's pretty good, but you have a few lore errors that should be cleaned up. To start off; Spartan II's and III"s don't know their last names. So, depending on what company your Spartan was in, they'd be either Julián-A###, Julián-B###, or Julián-G##. However, Alpha(A) and Beta(B) companies were both slaughtered in the field, except for a select few that were pulled out due to similarities to SPARTAN IIs. Next, after the Human-Covenant War, all SPARTAN III personnel were offered the option to be integrated into the branch 'Spartan'. If the III's refused, they were given cushy desk jobs. So, that means, if your Spartan is still active, they would be wearing GEN 2 MJOLNIR, as opposed to SPI. Also, in said Spartan branch, the only two confirmed ranks are 'Spartan' and 'Spartan Commander'. Hope that's not too much, for you. Anyhow, thank you for choosing this RP after six years of no RP! I'm happy to have you.

> Name: Svipyod, Son of Kipyat > > > Nickname: Yod > > > Gender: Male > > > Age: 24 > > > Appearance > >  > > > > Type of Character: Unggoy > > > > Rank: Minor > > > > Armour/Clothing: As an Unggoy Minor, Svipyod's armour is depressingly thin. Aside from the built-in methane rebreather, it contains almost no examples of modern technology and is little more than an armoured gas tank. He has however managed to scavenge a few bits and pieces since landing on Reach, including a couple of UNSC Army pouches on a bandoleer. > > > Weapons: > > Type-25 Directed Energy Rifle, Jiralhanae variant (aka Brute Plasma Rifle). Claimed during a particularly bloody battle against the traitorous Jiralhanae, this rifle has been lovingly maintained and recharged a dozen times over and is Svipyod's second most prized possession after his hunting rock. > > Equipment: > > 2x Three-day Methane Tanks > > 1x Methane Field Still > > 1x Authentic Unggoy Hunting Rock, complete with several dozen minor kill marks > > Personality: It speaks volumes that even Svipyod's own less-than-gifted kind consider him rather dumb, albeit in a kind-hearted, naive kind of way. Unggoy society generally rewards the strong and selfish, and yet somehow Svipyod has survived on a philosophy of altruism and respect. He truly bears no ill will toward any other sentient being, not even those nasty racist Kig-Yar or the Jiralhanae and their Unggoy-eating ways. Overall Svipyod could be described as a gentle little alien puppymonkeylizardthing, loyal to his Master and friendly toward anyone not currently trying to eat him. > > History: Unggoy traditionally do not have need for history. With an average life expectancy of months for newly enlisted Minors in the Covenant's military, most do not have time to chronicle their adventures. Svipyod is a rare exception to this rule, an Unggoy who has somehow survived the best part of a decade of service stretching back to before the discovery of the Parasite. In the eyes of his diminutive people, Svipyod is a grizzled veteran of a hundred campaigns, equal in honour and achievement to any Sangheili warrior; in truth, he is just a lucky little bugger, lacking in the most basic leadership skills required for promotion and yet somehow skilled enough to have survived every battle so far. Stuck in a dead end job and at the bottom of the pile, Svipyod believes he has nowhere to go but up and so serves his Master to the best of his ability as both an infantryman and personal assistant. > > If nothing else, Svipyod is a pretty good cook. For an Unggoy. > > Other: Svipyod is quite the animal person and hunter, making him adept at scrounging up meat. Admittedly said meat is often rat, but in the circumstances... > > When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spines, and toss 'em away, laughin'! Am I right, Marines? > > > --- > > > Is he Grunty enough? He's certainly Grunty enough. **Accepted!** We'll pick his master once the Elites are decided. > Character Sheet > > Name: Lennart Bennewitz > > Nickname: Lenny "Nuke Duck" > > Gender: Male > > Age:23 > > Appearance:  > > Type of Character:Marine > > Rank:PFC > > Armor/Clothing: A slightly altered version of the standard UNSC Marine Battle Dress, while it still provides excellent protection from traditional ballistic weaponry (barring high powered sniper rifles) Lenny has incorporated a thicker sheet of flak armor across the torso and arms to suit his preferred weapons of choice, explosives. The armor, however still retains the weaknesses of its vanilla counterpart towards plasma weaponry, and while the thickened flak plates provide a modicum of protection, it was designed to catch shrapnel, not super-heated particles. That said, the extra weight of the flak plates are a hindrance. > > Weapons: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher "Gromp", Lenny's pride and joy, requisitioned just prior to the Fall of Reach. > M7 Caseless Submachine Gun > M9 HE-DP Grenades > > Equipment: > C-12 "Damage Packs" > C-7 Foam Explosives > Electronic Explosives Trigger > S.I. Marine Survival Pack (Rations, Fatigues, Radio) > S90 Gas Mask > EB Green "Duct Tape" > Lotus Anti-Tank Mines > Antlion Anti-Personal Mines > > Personality: Lenny can best be described in one word. Paranoid. Having survived ambushes (giving or receiving) from both human and alien, Lenny follows the age old rule of: "Better Safe than Sorry." Has a habit of outlining camp perimeters with high grade explosives and traps even in the most peaceful of times, and exponentially increasing severity in the worst of times. Regards strangers with disdain and distrust, always creating escape routes and contingency plans in all scenarios. While not actively hostile to those who don't directly endanger him or his squad, he keeps a finger on the trigger and a grenade ready to use at the drop of the hat. That said, he's fiercely loyal to the (few) comrades he makes, and believes vengeance is best served with 20 pounds of fiery death. > > History: Born in a mining complex on Muroto, an Earth-sized moon in the Chi Ceti system of the Outer Colonies. Not wanting to be a crystal miner his entire life, with bright and naive eyes he joined the UNSC Marine Corp. He first saw combat against the Insurrectionists as a standard run-of-the-mill grunt when his platoon ran into an Insurrection ambush. You'd imagine a man to fear the sight and sound of explosions after his squad-mates were decimated by a well placed C-12 charge, but Lenny took it as a deadly, yet valuable lesson. Setting off charges and grenades he impeded the Insurrectionist assault long enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to but save but 3. Lenny took these lessons to heart, the world now hostile, cold, and advancing, only slowed by a well placed mine. Promoted to a PFC and reassigned to another company he became the resident demolitions expert; with the coming of the Covenant menace, he and his comrades fought tooth-and-bomb on the Halo Installations culminating into the final Human-Shenghelli victory. After the war, he was posted in a remote outpost outside of New Alexandria. When the Flood began their horrific infestation of the galaxy, his new squad was tasked with civil defense, which soon after collapsed in the chaos. He and his squad holed up in the cities' metro system but casualties in the squad amounted to Lenny being the sole survivor, trapped in a underground maintenance room, not expecting help to come. > > Other: “When I die, please bury me deep! Place an MA5 down by my feet! Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear! Just pack my box with PT gear! 'Cuz one early morning 'bout zero five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone! It's just my ghost on a PT run!” > — UNSC Cadence Barkmeat; This is good, but that seems like a very large amount of explosives for one man to be just carrying around. Can you put a more definitve cap on how many explosives he has? Like, say, three Lotus, one C-12 pack, etc. Also, around how much ammo has he got? In terms of rounds/clips would suffice. > ### Character Sheets > ---------------------------------- > > **Name:** Ken Holgersen > > **Nickname:** Professor > > ** > Gender:** Male > > **Age:** 58 > > **Appearance:** An old man, with a slender build and of meagre height. He has balding grey hair, thick rimmed glasses and blue eyes. His left leg is prosthetic from just above the kneecap, although it is covered in artificial skin and not immediately noticeable. He is of Caucasian descent. > > ** > Type of Character:**Civilian > > **Title:** Specialist Consultant in Exobiology > > **Clothing:** White, knee length lab coat. Grey suit trousers. Black leather shoes. Blue shirt, black tie. > > ** > Weapons:** None > > ** > Equipment:** Laptop, two bottles of water, three MRE pouches, four syringes of experimental anti-parasitic formula. > > **Personality:** Ken is an arrogant academic. Denied a social life from a young age, due to his unusually high level of intelligence, he can appear extremely awkward and even ignorant in social situations. His logical approach to matters can often present him as a heartless individual, although in truth he always advocates sacrificing the few for the many. > > **History:** Ken was one of the key researchers on Reach exploring medicinal means of combating the Flood. His team had tried countless anti-parasitic formulas on a wide range of theoretical test subjects, being denied a living one due to the risks. Before his facility was evacuated, his team were able to produce very promising results. However, the Flood have now destroyed the facility and all of his research, meaning the laptop and the four phials are the last of his legacy. As of now, Ken's formula has only been tested by a computer, not on a real Flood victim, so its true effect is yet to be determined. > > ** > Other:** "School is now in session!" > > ------------------------------------------------------- > > **Name:** Zhenya Lagunov > > > **Nickname:** Zhen > > ** > Gender:** Female > > **Age:** 29 > > **Appearance:** Small but athletic frame. Blonde hair, tied back and kept short in military fashion. Blue eyes and soft features. 50% of her flesh is covered in plasma burns, a personal relic from a decade ago. She is of Caucasian descent. > > ** > Type of Character:** ONI Security Agent > > **Rank:** Captain, Security Section > > **Clothing:**  > > Pilot variant of the UNSC BDU. > > ** > Weapons:** M6C/SOCOM > > ** > Equipment:** First Aid Box, Location Transponder, three MRE pouches, two bottles of water. > > **Personality:** Zhenya is a no-nonsense type. She never laughs, and rarely smiles. Always, her mind is on getting the job done. She does not suffer screw ups. She has no problem with aggressively disagreeing with her peers, regardless of rank, in the current situation. > > **History:** Zhenya is the sole survivor of the ONI Security detail assigned to Doctor Ken Holgersen. Initially, she piloted the UH-144 Falcon that extracted her team and the doctor from the beleaguered research facility. However, ground fire from the Flood stuck one of the rotors, forcing her to perform a crash landing. This killed most of her team, but she and the doctor escaped unharmed. She has spent the last two days hauling her charge to the nearest safe zone - but finds them overrun each time. > > **Other:** "You heard the lady! Move like you've got a purpose!" > > > > Good! Only thing is, how much ammunition does Zhen's pistol have?

BKburke, I like it! I would say it's accepted, however, since I'm only accepting a small number of Elites, I'd like to give others more opportunity before I make a decision.

OOC is up. [http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75362/posts/ooc](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75362/posts/ooc)

_The Flood were the greatest enemy Humanity ever faced... Intelligent, fast, strong, better than our best. And worst of all? They could recruit! Everything was hopeless... Hopeless, that is, until we brought out our homegrown, 100%, bonafide bad-ass son-of-a-bitch: The Master Chief. Chief sure as hell taught those Flood what for, he beat the bastards three times. We thought that the Flood has crawled back to their hole after those ass-whoopings. We, evidently, underestimated them. It's been a year since the New Phoenix incident. Master Chief is MIA. The Flood are back. It started small, mind you.The UNSC Infinity found a ship, drifting in space. Spirit of Fire, it was called. Whole damn boat was infested with those creepy-crawlies. Infected the whole ship, record time, too. Infinity made its way back to Earth, snuck past our defenses, and infected the whole damn planet. But what happened after that? Fuck, hell if I know. After that, the UNSC just started falling apart. Flood kept spreading, but the news didn't come. Some of us are dead in the water out here, others are stuck ground side without an orders to go off of. Me? I figure, there's one order left: Survive._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to this Halo: The Flood RP. Basically, the deal is, The Flood have infected a massive portion of the known Galaxy and grow stronger every day. We are a rag-tag team of survivors trying to survive, and give the Flood a run for their money. This is a somewhat nontraditional Halo RP, as it will be more focused on conservation of ammo, water and food, equipment maintenance, rather than just lots of fighting. This starts on Reach, which was re-terraformed after it was destroyed. We're in New Alexandria, to start. It's been a few days since the outbreak, and the UNSC is in disarray. Orders have stopped coming. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rules: 1. No power playing/godmodding. 2. Be nice to each other, in OOC. No matter what's happening between characters in the RP, try to maintain respect for each other. 3. Don't kill someone elses character or do serious damage to them without explicit permission from their creator. Of course, if they're being an idiot like "my character charged into a horde of flood in his underwear with nothing but a stick a stick shouting 'clang clang clang went the trolley'," you are, of course, allowed to ask my permission to kill them, rather than asking for their creators. 4. If you've read the rules, find any Srgt. Maj. Johnson quote and put it in the 'other' section of your character sheet. 5. Post characters in the OOC section to be accepted, and then post them in tha character section after they are accepted. 6. Try to be reasonably realistic. If you're an ODST, no way you could punch a flood combat form to death like a Spartan could. Lack of food and water are bad. Ammo is limited! 7. Two characters at most for one person. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Character Sheet Name: Nickname: Gender: Age: Appearance:(Either a picture of five sentences of physical description. Your character's face and build, not their armor.) Type of Character:(Options are, Civilian, Marine/Army/Navy member, Unggoy/Grunt, ODST, Naval Ship Captain, ONI Agent, Sangheili, Spartan.) Rank:(Civilians have no rank. Try to make sure you're using the correct ranking system for your character(I can provide links if needed)) Armor/Clothing:(Picture and description of armor capabilities. If it's only clothing, a picture or physical description would suffice.) Weapons:(Don't go overboard. You can't go around carrying an assault rifle, a DMR, a rocket launcher and a grenade launcher all at once. Also, about how much ammo does the weapon have? In battery percentage, clips, rounds, etc.) Equipment:(Food, water. Extra stuff like rope, electronic lockpicks, C-12 explosive, etc.) Personality: (Five sentences or more) History: (Five sentences. Explain how they got into the military, or what civilian life was like for them. Explain how they've survived the past few days, and how they ended up in New Alexandira.) Other:(Misc. Stuff) Please note that Spartans and Sangheili will be graded with extra scrutiny, and I will only be taking two of each. Unggoy will only be accepted if there is a Sangheili that is their 'master'.