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"I'm fine, Vorro." Max said. "I'd be more worried for the Flood, at this point. Haven't got any more organic tissue to infect, except us, and we're not going down without a helluva fight."
He observed the flood forms. Ripped apart, and Vorro had used his bare god damn hands. Perhaps he underestimated Sangheili strength. He hoped to god he never got infected. If the Flood got their hands on the Sangheili it's strength would mean the death of him.
He saw the Spartan run down the staircase. Julian. Now that was a guy he had trouble trusting. Bred from a young age to be the ultimate anti-covie and anti-insurrectionist. His insurrection days were behind him, but he didn't like to think about what the group dynamic would be like if the Spartan knew.
"We're fine here, Julian. How's upstairs? Quiet, or no? Didn't hear any shots."
Name: Max Doherty
Nickname: Manic Max
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: 
Type of Character: Ex-ODST, Civilian
Rank: No rank
Armor/Clothing: 
Weapons: M739 Light Machine Gun(Squad Automatic Weapon, SAW) 72 Round Loaded Mag, 2 extra mags. M6H Handgun, one 8 round mag loaded two extra mags, a large butcher knife
Equipment: Three high-capacity water bottles, three MREs, half battery flashlight, Map of New Alexandria, small toolkit for vehicle repairs, a half empty can of biofoam
Personality: Max is a conspiracy theorist. He never believed what the UNSC were feeding civilians, at least, until Reach fell the first time. Then he started believing them. He can be described as having 'apophenia', a tendency to see connections where none exist. He finds it easy to trust people, surprisingly, but this is mostly because he’s intelligent enough to discern that they almost certainly have no plans against him. He takes comfort in the knowledge however, that he could probably kill them if it came down to it.
History:
Max was born and raised on Reach, and from a young age didn’t trust the UNSC. His father was an Insurrectionist, and Max was raised with Insurrectionist values, right under the UEG’s nose. His father wasn’t the typical image the UNSC painted of an Insurrectionist- Rather than a big, tough, dumb brute, he was a scientist. He called the UNSC ‘unethical’. Said he had evidence of them violating Mortal Dictata.
At the time, Max didn’t really understand that, nor did he care. Even though he never moved, Max always felt like he was on the run. He had no friends, as his father encouraged him not to ‘associate with locals’. He never acquired any major possessions either, as his dad insisted he be ready to pack and go at a moments notice.
This encouraged the growth of an intelligent, if socially sheltered, child. He excelled at his studies, finding little to do but study. As he passed into his last year of middle school, however, his father fell ill. Max retreated from his studies, spending more time devoted to taking care of his father. His dad insisted he carry on the Insurrection, so, naturally, Max began digging.
He searched for information, the knowledge being practically a drug. More important than anything schools could have taught him. The UNSC was _lying_ to people. Secret programs, fishy troop movements… Something didn’t seem right. What seemed really backwards to him was mentions of something called “The Covenant” in thier files. He never managed to stay in the system long enough to figure what it was, but it screamed propaganda to him.
Eventually, word came to the colonies of The Covenant. An alien species with massive destructive power. Max didn’t believe it. The UNSC were just scaring people, to put them in their place. He wouldn’t buy it.
He was proven wrong when The Covenant attacked Reach. He was forced to leave his work behind- He destroyed it, so the alien bastards couldn’t find it. ON that day, he decided that humanity needed a fighting chance, and any infighting wouldn’t help. He was forced to abandon a cache of weapons he’d been stockpiling- An assault rifle with ammo, a half dozen frag grenades, and the crowning jewel, a rocket launcher with three rockets. All he remembers is that it’s somewhere in New Alexandria- assuming it wasn’t destroyed in the glassing.
Soon after that, he joined the ODSTs. He wanted to serve, as if to repent for not believing in a very real threat, almost costing him his life. He trained with tenacity, and made friends in training. But he had trouble making friends- A deep seeded distrust for the UNSC was still there. In time, he bonded with his squad.
He was in the middle of an OP, a few months ago, when his connections to the Insurrection were discovered. The UNSC had planned to execute him; but in light of his service to the ODSTs, and his severance of ties to the Innies, he was only kicked out of military service.
He moved back to New Alexandria, retreating to a more quiet life. But he never stopped digging. Now the information wasn’t dirt against the UNSC- He just wanted to know things.
When the Flood invaded, he pulled out his old armor and guns, plus a kitchen knife, and set to surviving.
Other: “Dear Humanity… We regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to earth. And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy ass fleet!”
Type of Character: Ex-ODST, Civilian
Rank: No rank
Armor/Clothing:
Weapons: M739 Light Machine Gun(Squad Automatic Weapon, SAW) 72 Round Loaded Mag, 2 extra mags. M6H Handgun, one 8 round mag loaded two extra mags, a large butcher knife
Equipment: Three high-capacity water bottles, three MREs, half battery flashlight, Map of New Alexandria, small toolkit for vehicle repairs, a half empty can of biofoam
Personality: Max is a conspiracy theorist. He never believed what the UNSC were feeding civilians, at least, until Reach fell the first time. Then he started believing them. He can be described as having 'apophenia', a tendency to see connections where none exist. He finds it easy to trust people, surprisingly, but this is mostly because he’s intelligent enough to discern that they almost certainly have no plans against him. He takes comfort in the knowledge however, that he could probably kill them if it came down to it.
History:
Max was born and raised on Reach, and from a young age didn’t trust the UNSC. His father was an Insurrectionist, and Max was raised with Insurrectionist values, right under the UEG’s nose. His father wasn’t the typical image the UNSC painted of an Insurrectionist- Rather than a big, tough, dumb brute, he was a scientist. He called the UNSC ‘unethical’. Said he had evidence of them violating Mortal Dictata.
At the time, Max didn’t really understand that, nor did he care. Even though he never moved, Max always felt like he was on the run. He had no friends, as his father encouraged him not to ‘associate with locals’. He never acquired any major possessions either, as his dad insisted he be ready to pack and go at a moments notice.
This encouraged the growth of an intelligent, if socially sheltered, child. He excelled at his studies, finding little to do but study. As he passed into his last year of middle school, however, his father fell ill. Max retreated from his studies, spending more time devoted to taking care of his father. His dad insisted he carry on the Insurrection, so, naturally, Max began digging.
He searched for information, the knowledge being practically a drug. More important than anything schools could have taught him. The UNSC was _lying_ to people. Secret programs, fishy troop movements… Something didn’t seem right. What seemed really backwards to him was mentions of something called “The Covenant” in thier files. He never managed to stay in the system long enough to figure what it was, but it screamed propaganda to him.
Eventually, word came to the colonies of The Covenant. An alien species with massive destructive power. Max didn’t believe it. The UNSC were just scaring people, to put them in their place. He wouldn’t buy it.
He was proven wrong when The Covenant attacked Reach. He was forced to leave his work behind- He destroyed it, so the alien bastards couldn’t find it. ON that day, he decided that humanity needed a fighting chance, and any infighting wouldn’t help. He was forced to abandon a cache of weapons he’d been stockpiling- An assault rifle with ammo, a half dozen frag grenades, and the crowning jewel, a rocket launcher with three rockets. All he remembers is that it’s somewhere in New Alexandria- assuming it wasn’t destroyed in the glassing.
Soon after that, he joined the ODSTs. He wanted to serve, as if to repent for not believing in a very real threat, almost costing him his life. He trained with tenacity, and made friends in training. But he had trouble making friends- A deep seeded distrust for the UNSC was still there. In time, he bonded with his squad.
He was in the middle of an OP, a few months ago, when his connections to the Insurrection were discovered. The UNSC had planned to execute him; but in light of his service to the ODSTs, and his severance of ties to the Innies, he was only kicked out of military service.
He moved back to New Alexandria, retreating to a more quiet life. But he never stopped digging. Now the information wasn’t dirt against the UNSC- He just wanted to know things.
When the Flood invaded, he pulled out his old armor and guns, plus a kitchen knife, and set to surviving.
Other: “Dear Humanity… We regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to earth. And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy ass fleet!”Here's my character; been a long time coming.
Name: Max Doherty
Nickname: Manic Max
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Type of Character: Ex-ODST, Civilian
Rank: No rank
Armor/Clothing:
Weapons: M739 Light Machine Gun(Squad Automatic Weapon, SAW) 72 Round Loaded Mag, 2 extra mags. M6H Handgun, one 8 round mag loaded two extra mags, a large butcher knife
Equipment: Three high-capacity water bottles, three MREs, half battery flashlight, Map of New Alexandria, small toolkit for vehicle repairs, a half empty can of biofoam
Personality: Max is a conspiracy theorist. He never believed what the UNSC were feeding civilians, at least, until Reach fell the first time. Then he started believing them. He can be described as having 'apophenia', a tendency to see connections where none exist. He finds it easy to trust people, surprisingly, but this is mostly because he’s intelligent enough to discern that they almost certainly have no plans against him. He takes comfort in the knowledge however, that he could probably kill them if it came down to it.
History:
Max was born and raised on Reach, and from a young age didn’t trust the UNSC. His father was an Insurrectionist, and Max was raised with Insurrectionist values, right under the UEG’s nose. His father wasn’t the typical image the UNSC painted of an Insurrectionist- Rather than a big, tough, dumb brute, he was a scientist. He called the UNSC ‘unethical’. Said he had evidence of them violating Mortal Dictata.
At the time, Max didn’t really understand that, nor did he care. Even though he never moved, Max always felt like he was on the run. He had no friends, as his father encouraged him not to ‘associate with locals’. He never acquired any major possessions either, as his dad insisted he be ready to pack and go at a moments notice.
This encouraged the growth of an intelligent, if socially sheltered, child. He excelled at his studies, finding little to do but study. As he passed into his last year of middle school, however, his father fell ill. Max retreated from his studies, spending more time devoted to taking care of his father. His dad insisted he carry on the Insurrection, so, naturally, Max began digging.
He searched for information, the knowledge being practically a drug. More important than anything schools could have taught him. The UNSC was _lying_ to people. Secret programs, fishy troop movements… Something didn’t seem right. What seemed really backwards to him was mentions of something called “The Covenant” in thier files. He never managed to stay in the system long enough to figure what it was, but it screamed propaganda to him.
Eventually, word came to the colonies of The Covenant. An alien species with massive destructive power. Max didn’t believe it. The UNSC were just scaring people, to put them in their place. He wouldn’t buy it.
He was proven wrong when The Covenant attacked Reach. He was forced to leave his work behind- He destroyed it, so the alien bastards couldn’t find it. ON that day, he decided that humanity needed a fighting chance, and any infighting wouldn’t help. He was forced to abandon a cache of weapons he’d been stockpiling- An assault rifle with ammo, a half dozen frag grenades, and the crowning jewel, a rocket launcher with three rockets. All he remembers is that it’s somewhere in New Alexandria- assuming it wasn’t destroyed in the glassing.
Soon after that, he joined the ODSTs. He wanted to serve, as if to repent for not believing in a very real threat, almost costing him his life. He trained with tenacity, and made friends in training. But he had trouble making friends- A deep seeded distrust for the UNSC was still there. In time, he bonded with his squad.
He was in the middle of an OP, a few months ago, when his connections to the Insurrection were discovered. The UNSC had planned to execute him; but in light of his service to the ODSTs, and his severance of ties to the Innies, he was only kicked out of military service.
He moved back to New Alexandria, retreating to a more quiet life. But he never stopped digging. Now the information wasn’t dirt against the UNSC- He just wanted to know things.
When the Flood invaded, he pulled out his old armor and guns, plus a kitchen knife, and set to surviving.
Other: “Dear Humanity… We regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to earth. And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy ass fleet!”
Type of Character: Ex-ODST, Civilian
Rank: No rank
Armor/Clothing:
Weapons: M739 Light Machine Gun(Squad Automatic Weapon, SAW) 72 Round Loaded Mag, 2 extra mags. M6H Handgun, one 8 round mag loaded two extra mags, a large butcher knife
Equipment: Three high-capacity water bottles, three MREs, half battery flashlight, Map of New Alexandria, small toolkit for vehicle repairs, a half empty can of biofoam
Personality: Max is a conspiracy theorist. He never believed what the UNSC were feeding civilians, at least, until Reach fell the first time. Then he started believing them. He can be described as having 'apophenia', a tendency to see connections where none exist. He finds it easy to trust people, surprisingly, but this is mostly because he’s intelligent enough to discern that they almost certainly have no plans against him. He takes comfort in the knowledge however, that he could probably kill them if it came down to it.
History:
Max was born and raised on Reach, and from a young age didn’t trust the UNSC. His father was an Insurrectionist, and Max was raised with Insurrectionist values, right under the UEG’s nose. His father wasn’t the typical image the UNSC painted of an Insurrectionist- Rather than a big, tough, dumb brute, he was a scientist. He called the UNSC ‘unethical’. Said he had evidence of them violating Mortal Dictata.
At the time, Max didn’t really understand that, nor did he care. Even though he never moved, Max always felt like he was on the run. He had no friends, as his father encouraged him not to ‘associate with locals’. He never acquired any major possessions either, as his dad insisted he be ready to pack and go at a moments notice.
This encouraged the growth of an intelligent, if socially sheltered, child. He excelled at his studies, finding little to do but study. As he passed into his last year of middle school, however, his father fell ill. Max retreated from his studies, spending more time devoted to taking care of his father. His dad insisted he carry on the Insurrection, so, naturally, Max began digging.
He searched for information, the knowledge being practically a drug. More important than anything schools could have taught him. The UNSC was _lying_ to people. Secret programs, fishy troop movements… Something didn’t seem right. What seemed really backwards to him was mentions of something called “The Covenant” in thier files. He never managed to stay in the system long enough to figure what it was, but it screamed propaganda to him.
Eventually, word came to the colonies of The Covenant. An alien species with massive destructive power. Max didn’t believe it. The UNSC were just scaring people, to put them in their place. He wouldn’t buy it.
He was proven wrong when The Covenant attacked Reach. He was forced to leave his work behind- He destroyed it, so the alien bastards couldn’t find it. ON that day, he decided that humanity needed a fighting chance, and any infighting wouldn’t help. He was forced to abandon a cache of weapons he’d been stockpiling- An assault rifle with ammo, a half dozen frag grenades, and the crowning jewel, a rocket launcher with three rockets. All he remembers is that it’s somewhere in New Alexandria- assuming it wasn’t destroyed in the glassing.
Soon after that, he joined the ODSTs. He wanted to serve, as if to repent for not believing in a very real threat, almost costing him his life. He trained with tenacity, and made friends in training. But he had trouble making friends- A deep seeded distrust for the UNSC was still there. In time, he bonded with his squad.
He was in the middle of an OP, a few months ago, when his connections to the Insurrection were discovered. The UNSC had planned to execute him; but in light of his service to the ODSTs, and his severance of ties to the Innies, he was only kicked out of military service.
He moved back to New Alexandria, retreating to a more quiet life. But he never stopped digging. Now the information wasn’t dirt against the UNSC- He just wanted to know things.
When the Flood invaded, he pulled out his old armor and guns, plus a kitchen knife, and set to surviving.
Other: “Dear Humanity… We regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to earth. And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy ass fleet!”Oh, I was waiting on Enalias. I suppose I'll post soon
I see the the rate of posting has been severely curbed. Please, come back. We have cookies. And adorable infection forms.
> > > Character Sheet
> > >
> > > Name: Troy "Venator" Varsius
> > >
> > > Nickname: Venator
> > >
> > > Gender: Male
> > >
> > > Age: 38
> > >
> > > Appearance:
> > >
> > > 
> > >
> > > Type of Character: ODST/ONI Support Agent (Perhaps I'll send you a PM about possible plot twists)
> > >
> > > Rank: Sergeant Major (ONI)
> > >
> > > Armor/Clothing:
> > >
> > > 
> > >
> > > Weapons:
> > > Combat Knife
> > > M40 Handgun (One mag loaded; four extra, one of them half-filled)
> > > M392 Designated Marksman Rifle (One mag loaded; 4 extra, one of them with only a few rounds short of filled)
> > > (For just the beginning) Asymmetric Recoilless Carbine-920 (8 rounds left)
> > >
> > > Equipment:
> > > ONI Special Lockgun (kinda like a handgun, except much smaller and lighter, with essentially a self-adjustment lockpick poking out the front, and an electronic decoder on the otherside)
> > > Enough C12 for four detonations
> > > 2 Military-grade water bottle, filled
> > > A couple ration nutrient bars stuffed in an empty pocket
> > > A variety of ammunition
> > > A holographic projector embedded in both his hands (with sensors in the gloves to allow control)
> > > Six grenades of various types
> > > Crowbar
> > > 2 Flashlights w/ extra batteries
> > > 4 MREs
> > >
> > > Personality: To be roleplayed! But now with ONI no longer looking over his shoulder, he'll have... a surprising view on everything, and will be... entertaining.
> > >
> > > History: Troy came from a military family. From a very early age, his father was the Devil incarnate, his mother, the Devil's henchman. Or henchwoman. His father was a former drill instructor after serving half his life as a Marine- his older brothers would follow in his footsteps. Just like his brothers, Troy was forced by their father to learn how to swim, how to fight, how to run, how to do everything as soldier needed to do from a really young age. He didn't get the experience of friends and family- his father made sure of that. They were more or less isolated, singled out, and his father taught him everything to become a soldier. That's his childhood.
> > >
> > > When he grew older, he passed his classes with flying colors, sweeping through school as if it were more distraction than anything. Naturally, he spent more time studying military concepts, strategies, weapons and vehicles. He didn't care for the latest movie that came out- but he jumped to research when a new weapon was released, or declassified.
> > >
> > > Before he even had the chance to finish applying for the Marines or the ODSTs, ONI snatched him, and he found his way into the higher ranking hierarchy of ONI. His mindset and abilities led him to have an active role, infiltrating ODST ranks and acting as an ONI operative, influencing them and commanding them where needed to ensure that ONI got what it wanted. He had just finished a mission when he returned to Reach; his debriefing and the briefing on the next was to be held on Reach. Beyond that, he didn't know anything. He had just landed down when the Flood started to infect sizeable populations, and so he raced to the armory- and suited up.
> > >
> > > Other:He's a big guy, and he's a really smart redneck.
> > >
> >
> >
> > A few problems with this sheet. For one thing, he's over-kitted. I don't think that lockpick gun exists in canon(if it does, please provide me a Halo Nation link), too many grenades, cut it down to about two or three(and specify the type!), it seems like he has an unusual amount of food and gear if he was heading back for nothing but a debriefing... Also, having a hnadgun, a DMR, and a Railgun is a bit excessive.
> > Also, if I'm not mistaken, that's pretty clearly a MJOLNIR kit, and only Spartans can use those...
> >
> > Next, I can't accept a character without their personality written out.
> >
> > Lastly, _why_ did ONI pick him? How was he so smart? Why was his father such an asshat? What about him made him ideal for a high-profile infiltration operation? From the sound of it he's more the type that ONI would saddle with a desk job.
>
> A lockpick gun exists *today.* Why would it not exist in the future, where you might have to continue to open doors that may be locked? He could carry it himself- doesn't have to be military issue.
>
> He has the equipment he has because, as in the history thingy, he was landing at the military base as the Flood were beginning to take over. He was already there- he could grab all the supplies he needed while he was there. The railgun was going to be used for the opening post, and nothing more- he wouldn't keep it anyways, since it'd be added weight and ammunition would be far and few. More of a fun-gun for a really short time.
>
> His father was a soldier- why not make the kid? I didn't think I was writing an essay where I had cover every detail. I put something that's somewhat vague, so I can come up with it in the roleplay, when I'm inspired.
>
> If everything is supposed to be pure-canon, then sorry, didn't realize. I might have too much on my plate anyways, cause if I need to go back and edit half my app, then I'll probably drop out from too much load.
Hey, if you don't wanna edit your app, that's on you. Thanks for submitting, anyway.
> Sorry, but I think I may have overextended myself, so I'm gonna drop. Feel free to have Svipyod die a comedic death in the meantime.
That's fine. Thanks for applying, anyway. I'll think of a creative way for him to die. I imagine a structure collapsing and in a twist of bad luck, a piano falls out of a window and crushes him. RIP.
> Character Sheet
>
> Name: Troy "Venator" Varsius
>
> Nickname: Venator
>
> Gender: Male
>
> Age: 38
>
> Appearance:
>
> 
>
> Type of Character: ODST/ONI Support Agent (Perhaps I'll send you a PM about possible plot twists)
>
> Rank: Sergeant Major (ONI)
>
> Armor/Clothing:
>
> 
>
> Weapons:
> Combat Knife
> M40 Handgun (One mag loaded; four extra, one of them half-filled)
> M392 Designated Marksman Rifle (One mag loaded; 4 extra, one of them with only a few rounds short of filled)
> (For just the beginning) Asymmetric Recoilless Carbine-920 (8 rounds left)
>
> Equipment:
> ONI Special Lockgun (kinda like a handgun, except much smaller and lighter, with essentially a self-adjustment lockpick poking out the front, and an electronic decoder on the otherside)
> Enough C12 for four detonations
> 2 Military-grade water bottle, filled
> A couple ration nutrient bars stuffed in an empty pocket
> A variety of ammunition
> A holographic projector embedded in both his hands (with sensors in the gloves to allow control)
> Six grenades of various types
> Crowbar
> 2 Flashlights w/ extra batteries
> 4 MREs
>
> Personality: To be roleplayed! But now with ONI no longer looking over his shoulder, he'll have... a surprising view on everything, and will be... entertaining.
>
> History: Troy came from a military family. From a very early age, his father was the Devil incarnate, his mother, the Devil's henchman. Or henchwoman. His father was a former drill instructor after serving half his life as a Marine- his older brothers would follow in his footsteps. Just like his brothers, Troy was forced by their father to learn how to swim, how to fight, how to run, how to do everything as soldier needed to do from a really young age. He didn't get the experience of friends and family- his father made sure of that. They were more or less isolated, singled out, and his father taught him everything to become a soldier. That's his childhood.
>
> When he grew older, he passed his classes with flying colors, sweeping through school as if it were more distraction than anything. Naturally, he spent more time studying military concepts, strategies, weapons and vehicles. He didn't care for the latest movie that came out- but he jumped to research when a new weapon was released, or declassified.
>
> Before he even had the chance to finish applying for the Marines or the ODSTs, ONI snatched him, and he found his way into the higher ranking hierarchy of ONI. His mindset and abilities led him to have an active role, infiltrating ODST ranks and acting as an ONI operative, influencing them and commanding them where needed to ensure that ONI got what it wanted. He had just finished a mission when he returned to Reach; his debriefing and the briefing on the next was to be held on Reach. Beyond that, he didn't know anything. He had just landed down when the Flood started to infect sizeable populations, and so he raced to the armory- and suited up.
>
> Other:He's a big guy, and he's a really smart redneck.
>
A few problems with this sheet. For one thing, he's over-kitted. I don't think that lockpick gun exists in canon(if it does, please provide me a Halo Nation link), too many grenades, cut it down to about two or three(and specify the type!), it seems like he has an unusual amount of food and gear if he was heading back for nothing but a debriefing... Also, having a hnadgun, a DMR, and a Railgun is a bit excessive.
Also, if I'm not mistaken, that's pretty clearly a MJOLNIR kit, and only Spartans can use those...
Next, I can't accept a character without their personality written out.
Lastly, _why_ did ONI pick him? How was he so smart? Why was his father such an asshat? What about him made him ideal for a high-profile infiltration operation? From the sound of it he's more the type that ONI would saddle with a desk job.
> Name: Andrew Rackham
>
> Nickname: "The Old Coot" " The Wise Bearded man"
>
> Gender:Male
>
> Age:62
>
> Appearance:
>
> Type of Character: Civie
> Rank:N/a (Formerly a naval captain)
>
> Armor/Clothing:He wears a simple ballcap with a faded symbol on it but if one looks closely the words "Elysian Comets" on it with a baseball bat and ball on it, a generic and faded white t-shirt is worn underneath a brown tattered grease and mud soaked jacket, a pair of dity gray slacks that resemble more of a brown than gray due to dirt and mud, and a nice sturdy pair of stolen combat boots.
>
> Weapons: MA5B Assault Rifle 2 full clips, 3 full clips M6D Sidearm,
> Equipment: Some stolen MRES and canteen, Bottle of scotch, and 2 flares.
>
> Personality: Andrew is a man ravaged by the ghosts of the past to many he might seem insane but if one sat and listened to his stories they would realize this man is suffering from a strong case of PTSD and survivors guilt, but when he isn't blaming himself from the mistakes of his past or drinking heavily Andrew is a kind man who people can rely upon to be supportive or a ear that will listen, also the old man is incredibly smart and creative he was a brilliant tactician during the war and still is.
>
> History: Andrew grew up in Elysium city on Eridanus II, the son of a corporate CEO and his mistress. Andrew grew up a secret child to this man only seeing his father a few hours a month, Andrew grew up envying the other family the life he should of had. When the boy reached the age of ten his father divorced his wife and married his mother and for the first time in his life things were complete and it seemed his wish for his father had come true.
>
> As the boy grew older he expressed a desire to get out there and explore so he showed his father a brochure for a naval academy on Reach his father agreed and sent the boy to the academy. Within the academy the boy learned how to use weapons, he learned a variety of tactics, and most of all how to command a ship. Which interested the teen so much that he yearned to be able to sail among the stars in a ship of his own. Upon graduation the now adult Andrew was stationed upon the UNSC Basilisk and sent out to fight insurrectionists. When operation TREBUCHET rolled around a few years later Andrew was in command of a carrier named UNSC Tempest, his job during the operation was to deploy all UNSC personnel to his former home world so they could capture a high ranking insurrectionist and former marine Colonel Robert Watts. Their mission was ultimately a success and upon victory in operation Trebuchet, Andrew was promoted to captain.
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> Andrew was still in command of the UNSC Tempest when the covenant began carve a bloody swath through UNSC controlled space and in the second battle over his homeworld there was no great victory instead there was a bitter defeat as the Tempest and one other ship entered slipspace heavily damaged and Andrew's homeworld was glassed behind him. After the glassing of Eridanus II Andrew was filled became a shut in and he didn't speak but he had a renewed energy when it came to battle with the covenant going from battle to battle and either surviving defeat after defeat or winning the occasional victory under Admiral Cole.
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> During the battle of Reach, Andrew went above and beyond, deploying men and women to the surface of Reach and occasionally sending a volley of Archers at a group of covenant ships but he really shined when he used a group of ODST drop pods as missile platforms to launch SHIVA warheads at covenant ships but still Reach was a defeat and most of the fleet went on the retreat. The next battle Andrew took part in was the battle of Earth, it was here where the UNSC Tempest was split right down the middle and 75% of the crew were killed leaving Andrew with a large amount of guilt and survivors guilt.
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> After the second battle of Earth, Andrew became a wanderer he went from planet to planet looking for a permanent place to stay. Eventually during the resettling of Reach Andrew found a home in New Alexandria using the last of his money to get there he found he was broke and had nowhere to stay so he blended in with other refugees and homeless men from the war returning home to Reach. When the flood invaded Reach, Andrew survived by keeping to his training in the academy and being able to stay off the grid.
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I like it! Granted, his apperance looks a tad old(Srgt. Johnson was 80 in Halo 3 and he looked pretty damn spry!) but it's certainly a negligibly detail. **Accepted!**
Aaaaand IC is up! Apologies if it's not the best, I've had a long day today.
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