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Resistance: Fall Of Man RP

Sorry to interrupt, but is everyone here British or do we all happen to have made British characters by coincidence?

Resistance: Fall Of Man RP

Charles

Name: Charles ‘Charlie’ Morgan. (His call-sign is Charlie Mike)
Age: 28
Species: Human Soldier
Alignment: Chaotic Good / British Military

Appearance:

(He's younger than in the pic of course. He stands around 6ft1 and is athletic)

Skills/Strengths: Charlie is a British Sniper with a pretty decent shot. He is adept scout, proficient at utilizing camouflage and surviving in the ‘wild’ for long periods of time. Despite his role he is surprisingly poor at tracking, usually focused on gathering Intel on larger forces rather than tracking smaller targets. His physique gives him a natural advantage in a fight, but when put into a fist fight he often negates his hand-to-hand training and ends up brawling.

Weaknesses: Charlie’s passionate nature means he may lose his temper quickly, and highly stressful situations may cause him to act irrationally (an example being that he forgets his hand-to-hand training in a fist fight). Whilst a friendly enough guy, Charlie’s personality has been known to clash with others, especially when others don’t get or appreciate his humour.

Personality: Charlie is a confident and assertive guy, but often lets his emotions get the better of him (mostly anger or impatience rather than sadness, etc.). He likes to be in control of a situation which is why he will often go lone-wolf on scouting missions and why he fights at a distance with his rifle; although a trained officer, his recklessness in high stress situations makes him perhaps an inappropriate or risky leader. Charlie might be considered to be a bit rough, but as much as he may shout verbal abuse at you or try punch your face in he is in fact quite loyal and will get the backs of anyone fighting on his side.

Background: Charlie grew up hearing many praise his father’s participation in the Great War and was always captivated by his father’s collection of medals. In time his father would succumb to his son’s interest in sniper rifles and start taking him hunting; it was during these adolescent years that Charlie would grasp at the foundations of surviving in the wild and using a rifle. He eventually joined the reserves as an Officer but a combination of his obvious marksmanship and reckless behaviour out of uniform (multiple bar fights and the like) would see him become a sniper in time for the Chimera to breach the Red Curtain.

Couple of things though:
1) I'm not too familiar with the Resistance Series (only got an xbox)
2) I won't be able to post everyday, and might have periods away. I thought that the whole scout/sniper thing could make up for that as my character could simply go off scouting and therefore would hopefully avoid holding the story up.

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Resistance: Fall Of Man

LetsFly said
Yay! :)

What are the chances, I just gave your unicorn a bad rating xP

Resistance: Fall Of Man

Interested.

Rate the Unicorn Above You

@LetsFly 2/10

You're horn looks like part of the rainbow, and coupled with the close proximity of the small eyebrows it makes it look like you just have a pair of green balls on your head :/

Also your pupil has fallen off your eye, and your eye off your head. I just can't imagine that's very practical.

Morrowind RP

I'd be potentially interested :)

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Don't accept him: He's part French

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TheGodfather said
I`m a friend of Fat Boy Kyle`s

Lies.

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Vates - Tuborg Heights
’What the fucks happening?’ Vates asked himself as he regained his feet from the chaos. He had held onto the vaults hand wheel when the third tremor hit but still managed to knock his head. His vision was slightly dazed and he could feel a warm trickle of blood running down through his hair and around his ear. With a big heave he spun the handle and stood back as it slowly opened up into his apartment.

Before him out of the shattered window wall of his apartment and over a field of fire and destruction laid the monstrous white gate in all its horrific splendour, a ghastly reincarnation of the Capitol building and the world it had represented. His mouth quivered at the sight and he began to aimlessly wander towards it. As Vates’ dizziness slightly faded, the screams and moans of the city begun to fill his ears, it was a chorus of hundreds of buildings collapsing, of thousands of fires roaring out of control… of millions of people dying in agony. He stood on the edge of the apartment now, a massive drop before him like the way into hell.

“Aeritus?” he begged, unable to find any words for what he saw. The building buckled slightly then, as if angry at the name he whispered. The jolt sent him forwards out of the window but his hand found the closest window frame, its fractured remnants of glass dug viciously into his hand as he pivoted round and hung desperately to it. He cried out in pain, another voice in the sympathy of destruction. He heaved himself in and slumped to the ground. The building buckled again and Vates began to whimper, an unconscious realisation that he was going to die, that the building would fall beneath him.

His last thoughts were not of his family, they were of Sierra and the regret he felt for not telling her how he felt. He remembered the sight of her only hours before as she glided away from him, how majestic and free she had looked. The building buckled again sending him sliding back this time, away from the window. He looked out at sky ahead and the storm of light that had begun. He did not wish to see the end of it, he could not bear to. Vates winced through the pain as he tried to climb to his feet, but was knocked down by another small buckle. Again he rose but with more determination, and began to run as fast as his legs could manage towards the window, the pain of each step causing him to roar in defiance. He reached the ledge and leaped out, eyes closed, picturing Sierra as she flew away. He wished to feel that freedom once before he died.

It should have ended then. He could have escaped the pain, the suffering, the chain of possible events that would follow over the next year. But it would not end for him there, not in this life; he would be ‘saved’…