FallenTrinity

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran

Is there diversity in Anselmo as far as race and what not?

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran

LETS DO THIS

*BATTLEFIELD 4 THEME PLAYS*
*MONSTERS ROAR IN BACKGROUND*

"TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!!!!!" DX

Wrath of Darkness

Nathaniel James Holland

"I am a whisper, a shadow, a phantom. I do not exist. I am the harbinger of the inevitable with a scythe whose reach is over a thousand yards."

Name: Nathaniel James Holland

Callsign: "Spectre"

Age: 35

Gender Male

Role: Anselmo Ranger

Skills:

• Survival Expert: Much like many other Rangers, Nathan has a fundamental and advanced understanding of how to live off the land and survive for long periods outside of civilization.
• Expert Marksmen: Formal military training by some of Anselmo's finest. His choice of ranger school furthered his skills, having given him the seventh longest kill in Anselmo's neo-history.
• Assualt Rifle training: Qualified for the G39CX and earned an expert marksmanship in it.
• Stealth Mastery: Having grown up in Archeron's infamous outpost, not too much was offered so citizens volunteered (with escort) into the unholy terra as scavengers, looking for scrap metal, parts, or anything that could benefit the outpost. Growing up James was such a person. However, in order to get to where some of the better stuff was, silent yet expeditious movement was a necessity. Therefore, he had to learn quickly to move with ghostlike silence. A few close encounters helped hasten that need of a skill. Anselmo's ranger training further increased his skills in this field with new techniques.
• Moderate Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Mostly self explanatory but Anselmo's military regiment required that all personal, regardless of M.O.S, must take at least level one combative training. As he signed for a ranger position, he was given the level one basic training as well as special level 2 and 3 training.
• Mechanical experience: Having a father that worked on vehicles all day, there was no doubt that James would have picked up some knowledge. Changing the oil, brakes, headlights, sparkplugs and sepentine belt being the few things he knows. He can hotwire if need be since many cars that came through had problems starting.

Equipment:

• Main Rifle

  M80A3 "Severance"(As seen in main picture): The M80A3 is the predecessor to the classic .950 JDJ of the past. while maintaining a larger than normal caliber compared to the .50 BMG, its use in the field is somewhat normal but requires qualification for use. Its material is a mix of titanium with other composites and alloys offering a more lightweight version of its precursors at around 23lbs, 25lbs loaded. Its build is similar to that of a cannon, allowing the barrel to recoil back in order to distribute the recoil as well as an integrated suppressor, further decreasing the recoil while improving muzzle velocity and sound reduction. It is accompanied by the ALC 75mm STA 13M 384x288 Thermal Riflescope that offers up to 10x zoom as well as thermal, night vision and infrared. Custom barrel with magazine capacity of five. Semi-automatic with bolt action option. Rounds include incendiary, armor piercing, full metal jacket and explosive.
• G39CX This is the predecessor to the G35. Not much has changed in its design but its chassis has been strengthened thanks to new alloys that were discovered. He has equipped a silencer, fore grip with light and laser attachment (IR) and a hybrid sight offering thermal and night vision.
• AOH 2020V "EagleEye" This gadget is the headgear that James wears. Offering comms for James to the immediate team as well as 3x zoom and infrared sights. It assists in range finding and electronic compass.
• UPOS (Universal Personal Operating System) 8th Gen The UPOS 8th gen, or as many in Anselmo's military dubbed it "Useless piece of shit", is a personal wrist operating system used mostly for rangers and those venturing out into the Wild Wood. It offers preprogrammed navigation and mapping applications, anemometer, temperature gauge, and range finder. Now the reason it has been given the nickname "Useless Piece of Shit" is due to the somewhat lack of effective use thanks to its build. Its OS, despite being that of the 8th gen, runs on an older processor and battery style, offering effective use for about 8 hours before shutting off.
• Special Operations Survival Backpack:Filled with hardcopy map, compass, flares, flashlight, two weeks worth of MREs, eating utensils, toiletries, baby wipes, hygenics, sharpening stone, first aid kit, sleeping bag and a few changes of socks as well as a tactical shovel attached to the outside on the left and Machete on the right. it is covered with his ghillie cloak.
• Ghillie cloak
• Bootknife
• 2x Frag Grenades
• 3x Smoke Grenades

Appearance: James stands rather tall at six feet, three inches and around two hundred and thirty-one pounds of military efficiency. He keeps a well groomed beard that covers his more rugged face and his hair tight to the side. His eyes are a bright blue, almost ice blue in color. James is well fit thanks to years of scavenging and working with the rangers as can be seen in his build. At around 3% body fat, he is near peak human condition. As seen in the picture above, his normal ranger attire would seem rather bulky to those unfamiliar with him or what the rangers do, but in fact his loadout is rather light compared to some of the older rangers he knows. On his skin is a few tattoos. On his left shoulder holds that of a customized ranger tattoo with Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. written below. Finally, on his back is that of a two ravens holding up what seems to be a broadsword wrapped in a thorn rose with the words Take this life. I'm right here. Stay awhile and breath me in.

Background:

Hider

Outpost Sierra-Whiskey 109 callsign Archeron; one of the furthest reaches Anselmo has, or better yet "had", some time ago. It brought part of Anselmo's "safe" territory to a point, earning it the moniker The Edge of Elysium or Anselmo's Spear since anything beyond it was considered Hell and its defenses were fairly efficient in keeping anything that got close to it at bay. Minefields stretched a mile or so in front and to its sides with sentry towers posted along the way, some offering simple pleasantries like food, water and hygienic goods, others offering fuel or a place to rest for a couple hours. A few dirt trails offered effective movement through these fields as did the transportation whose mapping units were dotted with all mine locations. To its sides were towers retrofitted for large artillery. Though ammunition scarce, it did offer a bit reassurance for whatever managed to call Archeron home. A small village had been set up after its construction and many of its rugged civilians had taken up the position of scavenger whose sole purpose was to travel into the barren world in search for anything that could be beneficial to the post.

As a younger lad, James was such a boy. However, at age 10 he was too young to go venturing out into the Wild Wood but instead would pretend to be one of those rangers or scavengers with his friends as they ran about the outpost, pretending to out in the Wild Wood. As real as the threat was of possible attacks, it did offer a bit of lightheartedness to those who stayed in the outpost. Seeing a child enjoy the smaller things in life all the while fairly ignorant to how serious their "games" were to the rangers who would stop by the outpost before venturing out into the unholy terra before them. It was during one of his games with his friends did he start to take notice. When he was supposedly being "eaten" by his friends as monsters, a ranger had managed to catch a small portion of their fun before breaking down, dropping to his knees and sobbing. It was around then he begun asking questions about what happened outside of their outpost and other relative inquiries. His father, being a former ranger turned mechanic sat him down and slowly explained over time what James' games meant to those who traveled through and told the young Nathan about his own personal experiences. He soon stopped playing but told his father he wanted to be like him, like when he was a ranger. His father refused to see his son turn out like so many rangers did mentally, or worse. But this didn't stop the boy's ambitions.

When he came of scavenging age, around 18 years old, he volunteered for the next venture out. He had heard from a previous expedition that their was a cache out there, some 20 odd miles into the nothingness that held what could be considered the holy grail of technological recovery to date. However, the trek to such a place was considered too dangerous and practically suicide. "We went in with a group of 13. A few rangers, one or two guardians, a medic and a handful of scavengers. Kid...The sights and sounds I heard...what happened to our group...You're not coming back the same way...Not by a fucking longshot." What the guardian had told him sent chills down his spine but he didn't feel scared. No, this was different...Excitement? Maybe that was it. The fear of what could be out in the empty wastelands filled his head with ideas and despite holding back a smile, a subtle twinkle in his eye could be seen.

It was a few weeks later and his first venture into the Wild had come about. The expedition team had rolled through and went by TR-110 callsign Titan. A fairly experienced team aside from the few other scavengers within the group with Abraham Hopkins leading the pack. The man held much respect and a commanding order that James was in awe of him. The others that would accompany him were Lt. Atermis Wilson, an asshole from the south/southwest side of Anselmo, Srgt. Jessi Duvae a rehabilitated girl from the Wild Wood and excellent navigation officer as well as mechanic, and privates Henry Dawson the Medic and Kevin Dirk, or Joker as many considered him. These names may not mean anything to anyone else, but to James, these were some of the closest people he knew, and the ones whose deaths held the most meaning. It was an awakening, a reality check; clarification that life outside of Anselmo's grasp was not what he originally imagined. It was gritty, gory and full of negative emotions.

It was during this "super cache" search and James' arrogance and ambition that got most of the team killed. Three miles out from their objective in the old abandoned city of Epsilon. They were rumors going around Archeron that going through the ruined city was suicide since packs of Duvari ran through there as they were one of many hunting grounds. Despite Abrahams warnings, James broke away from the group and ventured into the city, armed with only a magnum revolver and a few flares. James was lucky in the aspect that Abraham had decided to stop and make camp, otherwise, Titan would never had heard the screeching of Duvari, followed by the sound of gunshots. So the team went in, in search of "that stupid little arrogant shit".

He had stumbled upon a pack of Duvari grazing. He had never seen these creatures before and when one turned, "baring" its fangs at him (unknown to him their protruding fangs are apart of their anatomy and somewhat of a deterrent for other monsters), he open fired, causing the pack to turn on him and a firefight breaking out into the streets of the abandoned city. However, the fighting and sounds echoed through the city with vigor and drew the attention of a wandering Leviathan, not to mention small packs of carnivorous creatures. It was apparent something big had closed in on them if the roar rumbling the ground meant anything. With this, the team evacuated from the city and headed back towards Archeron save for Atermis, Henry and their captain Abraham. This would not be the last time James would see this Leviathan. The second time he saw it, would be when he lost his father and most that lived in Archeron, hence "The Day the Spear Shattered".

Fast forward 5 years into his scavenging career he had eventually made a name for himself within the outpost and some of the surrounding ones as well, considered a capable and silent individual who could get in and out of an area with relative ease. Sadly the past had not escaped him, especially with Titan as word of his arrogance still traveled around the outposts. Thus, he was, despite his skills, considered a liability that many did not want to carry on their shoulders. James decided it was time to leave the outposts and head to Anselmo and join their military. That way, he could continue to do what he liked to do, start with a somewhat clean slate and work in a group once more, whether they wanted to or not. The next transport out of Archeron was the following day and when it came, he left for Anselmo.

Fast forward to the age of thirty-one, James had been apart of Team Sierra-Victor One Four Four which had been codenamed "Jester". They had completed 28 successful missions whether it be salvage expeditions or search and rescue. Jester was to head for Archeron, debriefed on the way and then head northeast to their objective. It had been about a few hours after they arrived did it happen. Massive earthshaking footsteps followed by explosions, a roar that was unquestionably familiar in James' ears. It was that thing, that thing from long ago had managed to wander into Archeron territory. This was when the outposts defenses let loose. During the firefight against this thing, it had without resistance, bust past the retrofitted walls and down onto a nearby mechanics shop, his father's shop. He quickly made his way to what was left, only to find that his father had been smeared across the ground. Emotions were all over the place and he couldn't figure out what to do. Not until his captain ordered a retreat, leaving the rest of Archeron to fall to this monstrosity.

He would never forget that day, nor the first time he witnessed death outside of the outpost, when he traveled to Epsilon. It haunts his memories. The screams of terror, the sound of gunpowder igniting and the boom of cannons and explosions. But what scared him the most was the ear deafening roar from the leviathan. That sound forever etched into his psyche. The sight of his father's....remains. Everything remains so clear to him. This was five years ago. He is thirty five now and had been transferred to Kilo Victor Seven Three. He has begun questioning why he still remains with the rangers. Maybe to help inspire the greenhorns? To provide a reality to those who dream of adventure in the Wild? Who knows. If there is a God, only he does. For now however, he will travel into the Wild with his brothers and sisters in arms, being their guardian angel when needed, and the angel of death to those who dare threaten them.

Other: James has a habit of cracking his neck from time to time or having a smoke on patrol. It was a habit he picked up thanks to former Captain Abraham. Most of his emotions are seen through his eyes or facial expressions. Agitation is a tense smirk with twitchy eyes, anger is thin smile with wide eyes, etc.

Wish: He really is looking forward to an early retirement. Possibly get a job as a personal bodyguard to some high ranking government official with a great pension and benefits package. A wife and kids with a nice little home.

Trauma: "The Day the Spear of Anselmo Shattered" (The fall of Outpost Archeron). Specifically, the gravity of the situation. It was the dangers of this incident that brought him to reality, reminding him that life in this day and age should not be taken lightly because in a split second it can be taken.

Iris Halo

@VampireOracle@PrimalOrigins

Darius

Day One

With a lot of confusion on his face, he was surprised that Laura ripped into him. In fact, he was a bit annoyed with her now. Did Connor not agree to this knowing full well what could happen? Did he not warn them about going all out? No, no. This was agreed all the way through.

"Wait a second, wait a second...Woah woah...Both Connor and I agreed to this spar and he was the one that wanted to go all out. I in fact held back most of the time. Plus from what you said it sounds like things were under control for the most part. Let me tell you something. When we get out onto the battlefield its going to be worse, much worse than what just happened. If you didn't feel comfortable with it then you should have opened your mouth back in the dinning room." He was starting to boil a bit. Why the hell was this his fault? Connor agreed. He agreed and Connor asked to go all out. This is bullshit he thought.

Thousand years of silence

Epsilon

GenTek Mk VI "Epsilon"

Accessing Primary Functions...

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>Enter Password: *********************************************
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>File 34-543b-85593 Loaded
>Accessing...

Primary Role

Primary Functions:

• Patrol perimeter for trespassers and illegal activity: Duration - 12 hours
• Patrol inner facilities for trespassers and illegal activity: Duration - 10 hours
• Complete paperwork before next day's operation: Duration - 2 hours
• Apprehension of Illegal activity inside GenTek Facilities
• Level of Force Use for noncompliance: :Moderate

Secondary Functions:

• Protect Executive personnel when commissioned
• Download updates when received
• Classified
• Classified

Reason for Discarding: Unknown. Possible it was due to being a somewhat outdated system.

Theme:

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Beta

OukasuInc. AIPA (Artifical Intelligent Personal Assitant) 5th Gen "Beta"

Primary Functions: Economically Affordable Personal Assistant (roles included home assistant, babysitter, entertainer.)
Reason for Discarding: Obsolete model.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran

Captain Nathaniel James Holland

"I am a whisper, a shadow, a phantom. I do not exist. I am the harbinger of the inevitable with a scythe whose reach is over a thousand yards."

Name: Cpt. Nathaniel James Holland

Callsign: "Spectre"

Age: 35

Gender Male

Role: Anselmo Ranger

Skills:

• Survival Expert: Much like many other Rangers, Nathan has a fundamental and advanced understanding of how to live off the land and survive for long periods outside of civilization.
• Expert Marksmen: Formal military training by some of Anselmo's finest. His choice of ranger school furthered his skills, having given him the second longest kill in Anselmo's neo-history.
• Assualt Rifle training: Qualified for the G39CX and earned an expert marksmanship in it.
• Stealth Mastery: Having grown up in Archeron's infamous outpost, not too much was offered so citizens volunteered (with escort) into the unholy terra as scavengers, looking for scrap metal, parts, or anything that could benefit the outpost. Growing up James was such a person. However, in order to get to where some of the better stuff was, silent yet expeditious movement was a necessity. Therefore, he had to learn quickly to move with ghostlike silence. A few close encounters helped hasten that need of a skill. Anselmo's ranger training further increased his skills in this field with new techniques.
• Moderate Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Mostly self explanatory but Anselmo's military regiment required that all personal, regardless of M.O.S, must take at least level one combative training. As he signed for a ranger position, he was given the level one basic training as well as special level 2 and 3 training.
• Mechanical experience: Having a father that worked on vehicles all day, there was no doubt that James would have picked up some knowledge. Changing the oil, brakes, headlights, sparkplugs and sepentine belt being the few things he knows. He can hotwire if need be since many cars that came through had problems starting.

Equipment:

• Main Rifle

  M80A3 "Severance"(As seen in main picture): The M80A3 is the predecessor to the classic .950 JDJ of the past. while maintaining a larger than normal caliber compared to the .50 BMG, its use in the field is somewhat normal but requires qualification for use. Its material is a mix of titanium with other composites and alloys offering a more lightweight version of its precursors at around 23lbs, 25lbs loaded. Its build is similar to that of a cannon, allowing the barrel to recoil back in order to distribute the recoil as well as an integrated suppressor, further decreasing the recoil while improving muzzle velocity and sound reduction. It is accompanied by the ALC 75mm STA 13M 384x288 Thermal Riflescope that offers up to 10x zoom as well as thermal, night vision and infrared. Custom barrel with magazine capacity of five. Semi-automatic with bolt action option. Rounds include incendiary, armor piercing, full metal jacket and explosive.
• G39CX This is the predecessor to the G35. Not much has changed in its design but its chassis has been strengthened thanks to new alloys that were discovered. He has equipped a silencer, fore grip with light and laser attachment (IR) and a hybrid sight offering thermal and night vision.
• AOH 2020V "EagleEye" This gadget is the headgear that James wears. Offering comms for James to the immediate team as well as 3x zoom and infrared sights. It assists in range finding and electronic compass.
• UPOS (Universal Personal Operating System) 8th Gen The UPOS 8th gen, or as many in Anselmo's military dubbed it "Useless piece of shit", is a personal wrist operating system used mostly for rangers and those venturing out into the Wild Wood. It offers preprogrammed navigation and mapping applications, anemometer, temperature gauge, and range finder. Now the reason it has been given the nickname "Useless Piece of Shit" is due to the somewhat lack of effective use thanks to its build. Its OS, despite being that of the 8th gen, runs on an older processor and battery style, offering effective use for about 8 hours before shutting off.
• Special Operations Survival Backpack:Filled with hardcopy map, compass, flares, flashlight, two weeks worth of MREs, eating utensils, toiletries, baby wipes, hygenics, sharpening stone, first aid kit, sleeping bag and a few changes of socks as well as a tactical shovel attached to the outside on the left and Machete on the right. it is covered with his ghillie cloak.
• Ghillie cloak
• Bootknife
• 2x Frag Grenades
• 3x Smoke Grenades

Appearance: James stands rather tall at six feet, three inches and around two hundred and thirty-one pounds of military efficiency. He keeps a well groomed beard that covers his more rugged face and his hair tight to the side. His eyes are a bright blue, almost ice blue in color. James is well fit thanks to years of scavenging and working with the rangers as can be seen in his build. At around 3% body fat, he is near peak human condition. As seen in the picture above, his normal ranger attire would seem rather bulky to those unfamiliar with him or what the rangers do, but in fact his loadout is rather light compared to some of the older rangers he knows. On his skin is a few tattoos. On his left shoulder holds that of a customized ranger tattoo with Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. written below. Finally, on his back is that of a two ravens holding up what seems to be a broadsword wrapped in a thorn rose with the words Take this life. I'm right here. Stay awhile and breath me in.

Background:

Hider

Outpost Sierra-Whiskey 109 callsign Archeron; one of the furthest reaches Anselmo has, or better yet "had", some time ago. It brought part of Anselmo's "safe" territory to a point, earning it the moniker The Edge of Elysium or Anselmo's Spear since anything beyond it was considered Hell and its defenses were fairly efficient in keeping anything that got close to it at bay. Minefields stretched a mile or so in front and to its sides with sentry towers posted along the way, some offering simple pleasantries like food, water and hygienic goods, others offering fuel or a place to rest for a couple hours. A few dirt trails offered effective movement through these fields as did the transportation whose mapping units were dotted with all mine locations. To its sides were towers retrofitted for large artillery. Though ammunition scarce, it did offer a bit reassurance for whatever managed to call Archeron home. A small village had been set up after its construction and many of its rugged civilians had taken up the position of scavenger whose sole purpose was to travel into the barren world in search for anything that could be beneficial to the post.

As a younger lad, James was such a boy. However, at age 10 he was too young to go venturing out into the Wild Wood but instead would pretend to be one of those rangers or scavengers with his friends as they ran about the outpost, pretending to out in the Wild Wood. As real as the threat was of possible attacks, it did offer a bit of lightheartedness to those who stayed in the outpost. Seeing a child enjoy the smaller things in life all the while fairly ignorant to how serious their "games" were to the rangers who would stop by the outpost before venturing out into the unholy terra before them. It was during one of his games with his friends did he start to take notice. When he was supposedly being "eaten" by his friends as monsters, a ranger had managed to catch a small portion of their fun before breaking down, dropping to his knees and sobbing. It was around then he begun asking questions about what happened outside of their outpost and other relative inquiries. His father, being a former ranger turned mechanic sat him down and slowly explained over time what James' games meant to those who traveled through and told the young Nathan about his own personal experiences. He soon stopped playing but told his father he wanted to be like him, like when he was a ranger. His father refused to see his son turn out like so many rangers did mentally, or worse. But this didn't stop the boy's ambitions.

When he came of scavenging age, around 18 years old, he volunteered for the next venture out. He had heard from a previous expedition that their was a cache out there, some 20 odd miles into the nothingness that held what could be considered the holy grail of technological recovery to date. However, the trek to such a place was considered too dangerous and practically suicide. "We went in with a group of 13. A few rangers, one or two guardians, a medic and a handful of scavengers. Kid...The sights and sounds I heard...what happened to our group...You're not coming back the same way...Not by a fucking longshot." What the guardian had told him sent chills down his spine but he didn't feel scared. No, this was different...Excitement? Maybe that was it. The fear of what could be out in the empty wastelands filled his head with ideas and despite holding back a smile, a subtle twinkle in his eye could be seen.

It was a few weeks later and his first venture into the Wild had come about. The expedition team had rolled through and went by TR-110 callsign Titan. A fairly experienced team aside from the few other scavengers within the group with Captain Abraham Hopkins leading the pack. The man held much respect and a commanding order that James was in awe of him. The others that would accompany him were Lt. Atermis Wilson, an asshole from the south/southwest side of Anselmo, Srgt. Jessi Duvae a rehabilitated girl from the Wild Wood and excellent navigation officer as well as mechanic, and privates Henry Dawson the Medic and Kevin Dirk, or Joker as many considered him. These names may not mean anything to anyone else, but to James, these were some of the closest people he knew, and the ones whose deaths held the most meaning. It was an awakening, a reality check; clarification that life outside of Anselmo's grasp was not what he originally imagined. It was gritty, gory and full of negative emotions.

It was during this "super cache" search and James' arrogance and ambition that got most of the team killed. Three miles out from their objective in the old abandoned city of Epsilon. They were rumors going around Archeron that going through the ruined city was suicide since packs of Duvari ran through there as they were one of many hunting grounds. Despite Abrahams warnings, James broke away from the group and ventured into the city, armed with only a magnum revolver and a few flares. James was lucky in the aspect that Abraham had decided to stop and make camp, otherwise, Titan would never had heard the screeching of Duvari, followed by the sound of gunshots. So the team went in, in search of "that stupid little arrogant shit".

He had stumbled upon a pack of Duvari grazing. He had never seen these creatures before and when one turned, "baring" its fangs at him (unknown to him their protruding fangs are apart of their anatomy and somewhat of a deterrent for other monsters), he open fired, causing the pack to turn on him and a firefight breaking out into the streets of the abandoned city. However, the fighting and sounds echoed through the city with vigor and drew the attention of a wandering Leviathan, not to mention small packs of carnivorous creatures. It was apparent something big had closed in on them if the roar rumbling the ground meant anything. With this, the team evacuated from the city and headed back towards Archeron save for Atermis, Henry and their captain Abraham. This would not be the last time James would see this Leviathan. The second time he saw it, would be when he lost his father and most that lived in Archeron, hence "The Day the Spear Shattered".

Fast forward 5 years into his scavenging career he had eventually made a name for himself within the outpost and some of the surrounding ones as well, considered a capable and silent individual who could get in and out of an area with relative ease. Sadly the past had not escaped him, especially with Titan as word of his arrogance still traveled around the outposts. Thus, he was, despite his skills, considered a liability that many did not want to carry on their shoulders. James decided it was time to leave the outposts and head to Anselmo and join their military. That way, he could continue to do what he liked to do, start with a somewhat clean slate and work in a group once more, whether they wanted to or not. The next transport out of Archeron was the following day and when it came, he left for Anselmo.

Fast forward to the age of thirty-one, James had been apart of Team Sierra-Victor One Four Four which had been codenamed "Jester". They had completed 28 successful missions whether it be salvage expeditions or search and rescue. Jester was to head for Archeron, debriefed on the way and then head northeast to their objective. It had been about a few hours after they arrived did it happen. Massive earthshaking footsteps followed by explosions, a roar that was unquestionably familiar in James' ears. It was that thing, that thing from long ago had managed to wander into Archeron territory. This was when the outposts defenses let loose. During the firefight against this thing, it had without resistance, bust past the retrofitted walls and down onto a nearby mechanics shop, his father's shop. He quickly made his way to what was left, only to find that his father had been smeared across the ground. Emotions were all over the place and he couldn't figure out what to do. Not until his captain ordered a retreat, leaving the rest of Archeron to fall to this monstrosity.

He would never forget that day, nor the first time he witnessed death outside of the outpost, when he traveled to Epsilon. It haunts his memories. The screams of terror, the sound of gunpowder igniting and the boom of cannons and explosions. But what scared him the most was the ear deafening roar from the leviathan. That sound forever etched into his psyche. The sight of his father's....remains. Everything remains so clear to him. This was five years ago. He is thirty five now and had been transferred to Kilo Victor Seven Three. He has begun questioning why he still remains with the rangers. Maybe to help inspire the greenhorns? To provide a reality to those who dream of adventure in the Wild? Who knows. If there is a God, only he does. For now however, he will travel into the Wild with his brothers and sisters in arms, being their guardian angel when needed, and the angel of death to those who dare threaten them.

Other: James has a habit of cracking his neck from time to time or having a smoke on patrol. It was a habit he picked up thanks to former Captain Abraham. Most of his emotions are seen through his eyes or facial expressions. Agitation is a tense smirk with twitchy eyes, anger is thin smile with wide eyes, etc.

Wish: He really is looking forward to an early retirement. Possibly get a job as a personal bodyguard to some high ranking government official with a great pension and benefits package. A wife and kids with a nice little home.

Trauma: "The Day the Spear of Anselmo Shattered" (The fall of Outpost Archeron). Specifically, the gravity of the situation. It was the dangers of this incident that brought him to reality, reminding him that life in this day and age should not be taken lightly because in a split second it can be taken.

I think I made the necessary adjustments

..::Ascension::..

@Rai

So technically what is coming at sulley? Needless to say he's going to go for a Dodge. His rage filled attack weakened him a bit so he's not going to be too much help, plus he needs to bring Soron to the temple asap. So [@Vesuvius] if Alexis wants to ride a dragon she will need to start making her way to sulley. I think the flames will be dying down shortly

..::Ascension::..

Well If that's the case it might only work off of natural elements rather than magically influenced ones such as sulleys fire

..::Ascension::..

@FallenTrinity
You wiped out most of the fodder and a boss with one shot. At least you did something. And can you burn dark essence?

@Rai

Well by glassing the ground he literally made flames so hot it gave the ground a shine. As for dark essence it is possible I suppose. I mean Singard is a black skeleton now. I think if sulleys tries to crush the head (which he'll attempt) it might crumble to Ash.

Dark essence? I think so? That's diving into magic mechanics which is unfamiliar waters for me.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran

Would the codex be programmed into the UPOS?