John Table

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge.

"Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner."

He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives.

He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands.

"Fire in the hole..."

What Are You Listening To?

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Sure

The Wickedness of Man

This sounds pretty cool. I'm interested.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

D-Day heard music in his head. Some Black Flag hardcore shit. It got him amped. It sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him of football. This shit was football, but with real stakes. No worries about CTE here. Just a goddamn bullet in the brain. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the toughest men in the RPD. His tours of the Western were shit of legend. He once pulled up on a drug corner on a raid. Slapped the entire crew in bracelets. The big man on the block wouldn't stop running his goddamn mouth, even in cuffs. The other cops wanted to tase the mouthy motherfucker. D-Day put the big man on his feet. He fucking towered over D-Day, over six inches on him. D-Day undid the bracelets and offered him a chance: Me and you, one on one. You beat me you get to walk. I beat you, it's an added charge of resisting arrest. The big man cracked a grin. Five minutes later, D-Day was bouncing his goddamn head off the pavement as he spat teeth.

The van rocked him back to the present. The van swayed. J.R. said something. D-Day got the gestalt. Bangers, guns, hostages a maybe. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing they couldn't handle. He was in his body armor, black greasepaint under his eyes. The music pounded in his head. He was ready for fucking war.

"Point me where to go," D-Day said, his hand on the shotgun slung over his shoulder. "And I'll do the rest."

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Nice sheet.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

I'm gonna make an assumption and guess the game is going to be more about kicking in doors than shooting from afar, but I imagine the recon role could fulfill that position when needed.

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

D-Day

Mood Music

_{Daniel "D-Day" Danzig
◄ 30 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Danzig is what someone imagines when they thing of the prototypical SWAT office. A muscular, adrenaline junkie, who would rather shoot first than to ask questions. He lives for the hunt of the bad guys. He's tactically sound, but he will never be anybody's idea of a detective genius. He usually prefers other people to aim him in the direction of the bad guys.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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D-Day grew up in Jardin, a rural suburb of Ramsey. Born in a trailerpark with redneck parents, D-Day seemed destined for college and the NFL thanks to his all-state abilities at linebacker. But a football helmet to the knee during his junior year ended his career. He bounced around menial jobs after high school until he found a job with the Hampsted County Sheriff's Department as a jailer then deputy. Busting meth heads and the occasional speeder soon became boring. He saw a job opening for the Ramsey PD and became a patrolman in the fierce Western District.

His reputation as a fierce, intimating officer earned him a promotion to the district's drug enforcement unit. He served as an enforcer for the detectives, striking fear into the corner boys and putting the "knock" in "knockos." But again, D-Day found himself boring of the same routine of chase, capture, and scare. A year ago he requested, and was granted, a transfer to the SWAT unit and soon found his niche as the first guy to go through the door.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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PCs
TBA, dependent on cast

NPCs
Sgt. Jack Malone: D-Day's former DEU sergeant, affably Irish on the surface, killer to the core.
Det. Mike McNeil: D-Day's original running partner in the Western, now a CID Homicide cop.
Theresa: D-Day's fiance.

_{E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E}

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1 M4 rigged with flashlight attachment
1 Glock 17
1 Mossberg 500 shotgun
2 breaching charges
3 flashbangs
3 spare magazines of M4 ammo
5 extra shotgun shells
1 utility knife
1 pair of brass knuckles
1 gas mask

Roles:

The Breacher

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Mood Music

_{Daniel "D-Day" Danzig
◄ 30 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'11" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

---

Danzig is what someone imagines when they thing of the prototypical SWAT office. A muscular, adrenaline junkie, who would rather shoot first than to ask questions. He lives for the hunt of the bad guys. He's tactically sound, but he will never be anybody's idea of a detective genius. He usually prefers other people to aim him in the direction of the bad guys.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

---

D-Day grew up in Jardin, a rural suburb of Ramsey. Born in a trailerpark with redneck parents, D-Day seemed destined for college and the NFL thanks to his all-state abilities at linebacker. But a football helmet to the knee during his junior year ended his career. He bounced around menial jobs after high school until he found a job with the Hampsted County Sheriff's Department as a jailer then deputy. Busting meth heads and the occasional speeder soon became boring. He saw a job opening for the Ramsey PD and became a patrolman in the fierce Western District.

His reputation as a fierce, intimating officer earned him a promotion to the district's drug enforcement unit. He served as an enforcer for the detectives, striking fear into the corner boys and putting the "knock" in "knockos." But again, D-Day found himself boring of the same routine of chase, capture, and scare. A year ago he requested, and was granted, a transfer to the SWAT unit and soon found his niche as the first guy to go through the door.

_{M E M O R I E S}

---

PCs
TBA, dependent on cast

NPCs
Sgt. Jack Malone: D-Day's former DEU sergeant, affably Irish on the surface, killer to the core.
Det. Mike McNeil: D-Day's original running partner in the Western, now a CID Homicide cop.
Theresa: D-Day's fiance.

_{E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E}

---

1 M4 rigged with flashlight attachment
1 Glock 17
1 Mossberg 500 shotgun
2 breaching charges
3 flashbangs
3 spare magazines of M4 ammo
5 extra shotgun shells
1 utility knife
1 pair of brass knuckles
1 gas mask

Roles:

The Breacher

𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂.𝚆.𝙰.𝚃.

Working on my sheet right now.