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~ Halo: Oman ~

I'm going to try for a post soon, just to get us moving on with the plot. Stuff is happening so I am a bit "busy

~ Halo: Oman ~

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Attack on Titan: Somnium

Will try to post soon-ish...I hope. Stuff's going on, so that's sorta making it hard.

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I'll post once I get my replies

A dumping ground full of lacklustre characters

Captain Turner

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Damien Turner

_{"I'd like to feel betrayed, but I signed up to this mission."}

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Name
Damien 'Volt' Turner

Gender
Male

Age
27

Place of Birth
Tribute - Epsilon Eridani System

Military Branch
UNSC 105th Marine Expeditionary Unit - [SOC] ODST

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Appearance
Whilst in most pictures he looks weathered in skin complexion, Damien has quite a young-look, mostly because of his slightly younger age in comparison to most soldiers of his prestige. His height stands at around 5'11", being an average for most of the male helljumpers that serve the UNSC. His hair is usually left unattended too, despite the somewhat decent look to it, due to his remarks on wearing a helmet nullifying all attempts to present himself fashionably. His body shape is quite well-built, but not too much to brag about in comparison to the other, more brute-force ODSTs, such as those who specialise in demolitions or engineering. Looking back upon his face, his eyes glimmer an emerald-shade with his hair being the tone of a dirty jet-black. A not-so-thin stubble sits around his chin and mouth for the same reasons as his choice of hairstyle, knowing presentation isn't exactly key on a battlefield. Overly, he fits the standard description for any soldier, without having any special features that could easily make him noticeable amongst some of the more famous ODST personnel.

Attire

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Damien's armour tends towards his specialisation, using a mobile electro-magnetic scanner as his helmet attachment. Though it can easily be mistaken for a sniper's visor, it's a lesser common variant that leans towards the detection and identification foreign and man-made powered machinery, including gadgets usually left around by either insurrectionists or the Covenant Empire. Moving away from just his helmet, the shoulder-pauldrons are more towards the standard issue, some of the mid-waist and arms are slightly more balanced between flexibility and armour, in-between the lighter marksmen and the heavier demolitions specialists. Across his lower chest, a series of hard-case pouches can be found, where utilities such as surveying equipment and other anti-technical tools are located. The coloured stripe/secondary colour on Turner's armour is a light shade of blue; in a specific manner, it is a blend of baby-blue and aqua.

Equipment
- BR55HB Service Rifle
- M6C-SOCOM Variant Handgun
- UNSC Standard Issue Combat Knife
- Type-6 Electronic Dispersal Grenades
- UNSC Technician's Datapad
- Helmet-mounted Scanner System

Fireteam Chariot

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>Captain Damien 'Volt' Turner

>Fireteam CO/IC - Technical Devices Specialist - M.I.A.

>First Sergeant Arnold Griggs

>Fireteam 2IC- General Purpose Specialist - Relations between Turner and Griggs were solid, a good cooperation between them kept them alive in previous missions after their introduction. Turner held him to a high-regard and considered him the best subordinate he had access to. - K.I.A.

>Gunnery Sergeant Lucinda 'Knock' Graham

>2IC - Heavy Weapons Specialist - Whilst Graham and Turner got off on the wrong foot in their first mission and first impressions, they eventually grew to tolerate one another. This eventually led to a decent friendship that kept them both alive for long enough to respect one another's ranks and their positions in the military. - K.I.A.

>Corporal Jacob 'Baby' Nickelson

>Fireteam NCO - General Purpose Specialist - Nickelson and Turner never got on and it was always going to be apparent. Sometimes, Nickelson's spite for Turner as a person has interfered with their performance, being put down on UNSC records for his trouble-making behaviour. His nickname referred to how Turner viewed his sporadic and violent behaviour. - K.I.A.

>Lance Corporal Helen Farnsworn

>Fireteam JNCO - General Purpose Specialist - The best relation towards Turner, Farnsworn acted as Turner's greatest ally in all situations. The two were a military match, equalising their knowledge and teamwork towards improving each other's performance on the field. This proved very effective. - M.I.A.

>Private First Class Hiro 'Firework' Natamoto

>Fireteam Unit - Demolitions Specialist - The connection between Turner and Natamoto was always quite well-off. The two had been quite close off duty, and so they remained on duty. The closest thing to a brother that Natamoto has, Turner is seen as a viable asset to his commitment to Fireteam Chariot. - M.I.A.

>Private William 'Crack' Osuma

>Fireteam Unit - Sniper/Marksmen Specialist - Osuma was more of a silent type, being the newest assigned member to the team by the time Operation: Grey Axe showed up. However, both Turner and Osuma had managed to share a few missions with one another, increasing the respect they had towards each other. - K.I.A.

>Private Yusuf Lincoln

>Fireteam Unit - Close-Quarters Specialist - Lincoln was never a loud solider, nor ODST, and so he mostly held no connection to virtually every member of Chariot, except with Osuma. Turner suspects he has ties to ONI. - M.I.A.

>Private Pauline Austran

>Fireteam Unit - General Purpose Specialist - Austran and Turner were quite good friends when they first met, even sharing a few meals with one another off-duty in order to get to know one another better. All part of Austran's plan was to know her team first, then know her enemy; she became a very close friend to Turner in the short time she remained in the group without the arrival of Operation: Grey Axe. - M.I.A.

Specialisation
Technical Devices Specialist

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Personality
Whilst talented on the field, the mindset of Damien isn't as most would expect. Sometimes he faces a slight anxiety about missions not going fully according to plan, especially as a commissioned officer, as it can result in serious harm for his team-mates or other allied personnel within the area. That is a mindset that sometimes sticks deep within him, like a dagger from behind. Anxiety aside, Damien likes to think of himself as a well-rounded ODST unit; there are no doubts that he isn't the most perfect out of his Fireteam, but that seems to be something he can accept. He cherishes his appearance amongst Chariot, a fireteam renowned for its high-operation count, as well as large amount of units per Fireteam. His confidence on the greater behalf is regularly quite high as with most ODST personnel. His attachment to UNSC Marines and other ODST personnel makes him quite the decent ally, but the friendships he makes can be easily broken by a few plasma shots.

Damien Turner can be quite the talkative person when downtime is ever available and definitely has a lot of stories about his past life, both military and civilian wise, that can reflect on many morals or wondrous achievements he's picked up along the way. These interesting tales have taught him to value his team, which he has easily picked up and settled inside his mind. The sense of community, knowing that whoever's back you cover they cover yours in return without a minute to think, is one of the most important feelings to him. When it comes to having to long-wolf it, that can be his issue. Whilst his marksmen skills aren't too bad, having multiple fire-modes on his BR55 Service Rifle, his combat skills are honed to suit his fighting style and to attempt dealing with any close-by hostiles. Unfortunately his sense of community has led to him becoming far too attached with soldiers, who when placed in dangerous situations has caused him to think irrationally for their benefit.

Biography
Damien was born on the planet of Tribute, not too far out from the larger cities, where he lived a close relationship with his father, a current Naval Officer at the time of his young age. As a father, Henry took good care of Damien, eventually allowing him and his wife to leave the planet and stay in localised systems so that they could never be too far away from him, no matter what mission he was on. Eventually, after a few years of travelling, Damien began to be based at the station known as 'Reading Station', a UNSC outpost located within an asteroid field that specialised in troop garrisoning and hospitality for passing medical vessels. Here, Damien underwent further education, under the watchful eye of his mother Jennifer and personal officer (assigned by Henry, of course) Kilo Roisla. He learnt an early rendition of tactics and UNSC ship identification, as well as sharpening his awareness of regular UNSC activity throughout the galaxy. This developed his early interest for the Military on a grand scale in comparison to simply having a Naval Officer as a father.

However, this ideal plan proved to be immensely flawed, as a small, seemingly alone Corvette from the Covenant Empire began to lay waste to the UNSC Station Damien was currently living within. The scanners weren't updated enough to catch the Corvette floating into UNSC space, and no one was able to trace where it came from. The possible ideas of a fleet sitting on their doorstep had terrified the personnel aboard the station very quickly. Caught off guard, this UNSC garrison failed to block the entrances in time to stop the infantry from securing their landing post. Large groups of Sangheili, Yanme'e and Unggoy quickly took control of the main hanger, cutting off the escaping routes for fleeing UNSC and civilian targets. This began the Reading-Station incident.

The strike had left the UNSC entrance vulnerable, which began a 2-day siege upon the Station. With the escape routes seemingly cut off, the civilians that hadn't been killed in the first bombardment, Damien included, were escorted by large groups of UNSC Defensive Army units. These soldiers were to be the key stronghold for the integrity of this battle, as most communications were being jammed by the Corvette's inner technological systems. Doors were barricaded off, and many soldiers offered to hold key corridors until it killed them, which would be one of the main sacrifices to win the battle overall. Damien witnessed firsthand a taste of what combat was really like against the new-enemy to the decade, the Covenant Empire. Fourteen soldiers were tasked with protecting Damien and his Mother across a short hallway, but a fifteen minute skirmish left seven of them dead. Many of the doors were sealed tightly to prevent the Covenant landing parties from getting too close.

By sneaking into the hanger and reopening its blast-doors, a large group of volunteers, mostly soldiers and a few civilians, quickly rushed out to attempt a landing on the Corvette. Whilst they were not heard of for a long time, eventually the communications jam went offline, allowing the call for reinforcements to be made. Eventually, the Corvette must have called a retreat order, making the remaining Covenant forces depart and leave the nearly eradicated base as they'd left it. Whilst the jamming systems were knocked out, saving the station all-together, Damien learnt from his younger age about the sacrifice of the soldiers who went in, apparently all dying to complete their objective. This inspired Damien, eventually beginning his path towards the UNSC.

The issues on Tribute were spicing up between the Insurrectionists, Covenant Scouting parties and the UNSC, but at that point Damien had been transferred to elsewhere to begin his training as a UNSC Marine within a Officer Training Academy. Graduating as a 2nd Lieutenant and enlisting into the 84th Technical Corps, a specialised unit designed to scan, retrieve and investigate the technology and devices of the Covenant through harsh extraction missions, Damien had made a few lucky escapes from failed missions. On top of this, he also had developed a sense of hopelessness in some cases, watching newly made friends go down like a sack-of-potatoes in some combat experiences. The several field-operations that involved both the UNSC Marines and UNSC Air Force to tackle objectives together made it very easy for Damien to become more open about his choices as a soldier. Eventually, after Operation: Rising Noon, the standard UNSC Marine got to see his first taste of the ODST specialists. After a retrieval operation went sky-high in how much went beyond the initial plan, the intensity of the firefight began to pick the friends of Damien off, one by one. Eventually, the call for reinforcements came in, and within 2 minutes HEV pods entered the atmosphere and crashed nearby, launching out a new-branch (at least to Damien) of unique soldiers who were equipped to face the worst. They were nicknamed the spartans-who-were-not, at least to the 84th. The name didn't really roll off the tongue so easily.

After the Operation was eventually deemed a failure, the instant jump into hell that the ODST did once again increased the respect Damien Turner had for them. This respect eventually turned into aspiration, as he signed up for the voluntary unit that excelled in the Orbital Drop sequence. Eventually, he entered the initial four-step training, which would eventually have him pass. Along the way of his training, he was introduced to Helen Farnsworn, someone who would become his greatest friend in his life of an ODST. The two shared a tremendous amount of time mingling about with other operators, eventually gaining access into the real-scenarios that could train them to work under dangerous circumstances. The training paid off once it was all over, as the two finally exceeded into the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Once he had gained his ranks, this time taking a promotion to First Lieutenant, Turner once again returned to his comfort zone of AI and Technical analysis, applying the knowledge to the field and acting as an intelligence soldier and disposal unit when in the field.

As listed on his service record, Damien was entered in a series of operations within two teams of ODSTs. At first he was part of a squad simply titled 'Romeo 8', which was later disbanded due to many casualties in the field. Just before its collapse, he was promoted to a Captain in the place of his previous CO's death, which would transfer over to his next assignment. The formation of Fireteam Chariot, the soon-to-be-many named fireteams specifically created in mind of the mission to Oman, occurred. Many of these fireteams, mostly based between the UNSC Army, Marines and ODSTs, were handpicked from their posts on Reach (and other military strongholds) at the time based upon records and psychological analysis as they prepared to embark on a perilous journey to a planet many expected to return home from...

Service Record

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>Major UNSC Marine Operations

>Operation: Black Ice
>Objective-based insertion into a Covenant mining facility in order to extract weapons for analysis. - Success with minimal casualties.

>Operation: Nimrod
>Objective-based drop into a heated battle in order to reach a jamming system for both analysis and deconstruction. - Partial success. Target was minorly damaged, making analysis difficult. Small casualties.

>Operation: Ethical Grace
>Support-based defence against a Covenant raiding party on UNSC Greater-England, an orbital battle platform defending local system planets. - Failure with many endured casualties.

>Operation: Mortar Flash
>Objective-based insertion into a heated battlefield. Target was a covenant generator needed for analysis, but a larger covenant force encircled the 84th and nearly wiped out the Squads. ODST support necessary. - Failure with too many casualties lost, barely any time to extract survivors.

>Major ODST Operations

>Operation: Desert Burst
>Raiding-based drop into a Covenant FOB currently terrorising the system's inhabitants. - Success with mediocre casualties. Covenant FOB recaptured by UNSC ODSTs.

>Operation: Vigilant Past
>Counter-Attack objective to support UNSC Army troops being bombarded by aerial and ground-based units - Success with large casualties.

>Operation: Grey-Axe
>Assassination mission against a high-ranking Covenant Fleet master - Presumed Failure, too many troops lost, two cruisers destroyed and thousands left behind on the planet's surface.

Theme Song

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From: ~ Halo: Omen ~

~ Halo: Oman ~

Sorry for not responding in two days, dog might be passing away in two days so yeah >_> I'll see if I can get a response up tomorrow though!

@Delta44

This RP does not depend on replying within a few days, it's replying whenever you can. We all have our own lives to handle, and I can clearly understand that this is the time you need for what is important. Take all the time you need, Delta. c :

Attack on Titan: Somnium

<Snipped quote by LetMeDoStuff>

My Hider

He'll make Grant scream uncle

@Poi

~ Halo: Oman ~

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@OrizaSaucer@Delta44

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He opened his eyes as he panted heavily, finding himself laying down without any movement. His bullet spray had gone through the shields of the Sanghelli, making for a somewhat blissful death in the favour of Lucas. There was a sudden spark of silence once more, before the rustling sound of footsteps and foliage moving caught his attention. Being too tired to move, Lucas let out a sigh, lifting his hand up and waving towards what he imagined were another group of the hostile's fireteam. Lucas' hand waving signified his tiredness and overall understanding of defeat that he'd come to.

"Go ahead, I'm ready for the pickin-" Lucas paused as he saw the emerging figure, clearly of human descent, with the uniform of what seemed to be a UNSC Hospital Corpsman. A smirk came onto his face as he pulled himself to an upright position and cleared the visor from his helmet, revealing his face in person. The female, as he predicted from what he heard on the radio earlier, had to be Kensington. "Jesus Christ! Maybe...Radioing me before you walk into the open would be a good idea."

She immediately went to her business, seeming to question him for injuries at the sight of the dead Sanghelli and the fact that there was now a deep and glaring strike through his armour. Whilst it wasn't visible or exposing his skin, it seemed, to the outside world and the dangers that lurked outside of his BDU, but it still glared brightly from the heat of the Energy dagger. He pressed his own gloved hand onto the marking, flinching backwards at the heat of it. A thin chuckle came from his lips as he removed his helmet all-together, looking from the gash to the corpsman.

"I'm still breathing and I'm pretty sure it didn't get my underarmour. What can I say? Got lucky this time, maybe not so much the next. I could say the same for you." Lucas pointed towards her own near-escape from what looked like a bite mark. Whether it was wildlife on this odd shield-world or a member of the Covenant wasn't fully obvious to him. Then, slowly but surely, the Sergeant started to stagger onto his feet once more, nodding towards his helping hand that had just arrived. He looked at her BDU and weaponry, assessing her as such. "Couldn't of asked for a better medic, and well armed. But you're a long way away from a hospital, Kensington, I presume? Glad you got here quickly. I was starting to get lonely. What brought you down onto the planet's surface, especially if you aren't in any of the outposts?"

He smirked once more, laughing to himself as he put his infamous ODST helmet back onto his head. In doing so, he allowed his visor to remain clear, making the face-to-face conversation less threatening. In a moment like this, where you would hate feeling like the last human on the planet, having a masked face could provide some discomfort. But before he could say anything else in response to her, another sound of rustling was heard from nearby foliage. Almost instantly, Hickery raised his BR55-HB towards where the sound came from, not having enough time to duck for cover. However, before anything emerged, a sound came from the bushes. A human voice...

As he hoped, Rylei appeared from the treeline, dashing her own variation of BDU and weaponry. Smiling visually with his visor clear, Lucas let out another cast of laughter, lowering his weapon and loosening his stance in order to make a better presentation. It was always about the presentation when there was no fighting to be done. They were in the military after-all.

"Private First-Class Xandre? Of course, nearest to me after all. Well, seeing as we're introducing ourselves...Sergeant Lucas Hickery, or as you lot keep calling me Chariot 9-4-2. It's a bloody great thing to see some comforting people rather than...This." He kicked the Sanghelli lying on the floor, prodding it as he took a knee, lowering the scanner once again on his visor. He had a soft-spot for scanning materials and technology, even if he'd already seen it before. But this Elite was different. The markings on its armour were a lot less similar to those they would usually encounter. It's energy-daggers were not a common feature for those that you would find elsewhere. This Sanghelli was different, different in many ways.

"So whilst I scan this beautiful mother-fucker that tried to bludgeon me...What got you guys in this mess? Y'know...my story is quite funny...I was about to deploy from the Stranger of Darkness. Keyword: About. I mean...I was getting into my pod when the whole canopy of the briefing room began to collapse...Collapse...Completely..." Lucas looked upwards, as if he were staring out into the open area blankly. He began to remember everything, piece by piece. "The ship was crumbling...People were...they were falling out of the ship. I remember seeing struts of the vessel impale one of my squadmates in their pods...Not all of our pods even deployed, I was lucky to even get mine free. Then, I saw it...As I was descending, the whole fucking vessel descending into a firey-ball of death. I could seemingly sense it all; the struggle within that ship must have been...I can't describe it. Then the pod, another pod...It slammed into mine, and that's all I remember."

~ Halo: Oman ~

I'll make my responses tomorrow!

~ Halo: Oman ~

Name:
Hunter P. Mudak

Gender:
Male

Age:
23 years old

Place of Birth:
Hunter was born in a space station above Sol IV (Mars)

Military Branch:
Hunter has himself placed in the UNSC Marine corps in attempts to "See the Galaxy"

Appearance:
Hunter stands at about 5'11" with dark brown hair and Caucasian skin. His hair despite his many attempts to groom it normally tends to seem messy, and he has facial hair to match. Normally his facial hair is a medium to heavy stubble across his chin and the sides of his face. He has light muscle to his frame but overall it tends to look on the leaner side of things. He can also be seen slouching a lot whenever time allows it. If someone was to pay close attention they may notice the burns and scars across his fingers and hands, this is from many attempts ( And failed attempts ) At trying to fix things he has no idea how to fix, or causing trouble.

Attire:
Hunter wears a Standard Marine BDU with forest camouflage. The padding and armor is places on all major positions with the exceptions of some joints and direct face protection. The main differences in his personal BDU being the satchel he keeps under his shoulder for ammo and rations, and a small crank radio from home as his personal belonging.

As of this moment Mudak's Uniform has a nice pretty blackspot ont he front of it from getting shot with a plasma bolt. He survived fine more or less but that will need replacing.

Weaponry:
-MA37 Assaalt rifle
-M90 shotgun
-A small collection of Grenades
-Small tactical hatchet

Fireteam:

Fire team Birdock

Corporal Higgins:
-Team leader
-Specialized with explosives
-M.I.A.

Private McCain
-Squad marksmen
-Shot things
-M.I.A.

Private first class Gregory:
-Combat engineer
-Low level hacker
-Also M.I.A.

Rank:
Private

Specialisation:
Hunter Mudak is listed as a riflemen, though he is also his fireteam's runner up marksmen and the team's designated driver. He will also like to call himself the jack of all trades master of none, master of none is more accurate.

So officially, Riflemen, and Runner up team marksmen.

Personality:
Hunter is the kind of person who will try to make a laugh of a bad situation to try and make things better. He is not really great at it but he will try anyways. He is compassionate to his friends, an asshole to everyone else really. When stressed or thinking about things he has a slight tendency to talk to himself about what seem to be random things, but if asked about he normally can explain them in weird convoluted ways. He is slightly paranoid but has an ego the size of a war ship, and will follow that ego until somethings hits him hard enough to rethink his train of thought.

Biography:
Hunter was born in a space station above Sol IV, this was not the intended plan. The intended plan was that his parents were trying to leave Sol IV and head to earth to meet a specific doctor. When that failed Hunter P. Mudak was born at a weight that could not be accurately recorded.

He grew up on Mars never leaving it until he joined up with the UNSC to attempt to see the galaxy. Despite growing up within an inner colony though his family was still considered lower class, and the cost of giving birth to a child in space does not help that. Especially when paying for a doctor on Earth was done ahead of time with a deposit. Realistically he thought the only way he could do anything whit life was to join up with the military.

In training Hunter preformed... average. He got the job done but he needed a lot of discipline along the way which created some setbacks. Despite those setbacks he has completed his basic training with minimal vehicle skills and is his fireteam's runner up marksmen. After training Private Mudak went on several deployments, most of them non combat or on reserve detail, but several non the less. He was in a couple short engagements with the Insurrectionists at points in his carrier but nothing too major.

Service-History

-Operation tidal wave:
This was Hunter's first combat mission. The idea behind it was to take out an Insurrectionist's outpost and collect data from the computers within the structures. The base was infiltrated successfully but at heavy losses, almost no real data was recovered and the UNSC forces present were forced to retreat. Soon after the base was abandoned. The overall mission was considered a bust. This was Hunter P. Mudak's only active combat mission.

Affiliations:
-His mother and father back on Sol IV.
-Fireteam Birdock.

Notable Traits:
-Hunter is considered a decent shot overall
-He tries to pull off a decent sense of humor, but tends to suck at it despite the few laughs that may come up.
-Because of fear of being left behind he keeps a small crank radio on his belt at all times. It doesn't hold charge but when wound up he can listen into things.

Theme Song:
R.E.M. It's the end of the world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsxavPANO8s

@Remipa Awesome

You should put that in the Character Tab, because I'm accepting it. Only issue I have is him having the M90. As a fireman and designated marksmen as backup, the M90 is very flawed in logic, especially with the MA37 being a primary.