I am interested, but am curious which 7/17 characters are already in play so that I can fill a blank space if possible.
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cool. never heard of a 7.62x51 before, but looked it up. The AK I had used 7.62x54, so I thought it was a typo at first. Another soldier would be cool.
I assume his telepathy only works on animals/non humans? Also, is it just communication or is there mind control in there too?
Mind control on 'feral' animals, but telepathy for any human/animal hybrids. Not sure if you had upper or lower limits on communication with animals. If he could just talk to any animal, he'd be Dr. Doomlittle with every animal at his command. Keeping whole packs of k-9 units at his command like a sergeant with his own 4 legged platoon might be a bit much. He might get compliance simply out of the fact that he can communicate with them in the first place.
Name:
Ren Whitewave
Age:
27
Appearance:
Personal issue:
Difficulty connecting to people.
Power:
Animal domination (telepathy with anthros) Detected as 'animal' by other psychics.
Personality:
With his mother always on tour, he didn't know her all too well and so he seeks to connect to female figures more often, when at all
Bio:
Son of a solider and a vet along with two siblings. His mother was platoon leader for EOD in desert storm with her dog Zeus, His father was a large animal vet. He was six when she died overseas from a sniper round while doing her job, Zeus was retired back to the states with her remains. Ten years later, they buried the dog next to her. In those ten years, his dad crawled into a bottle and his assistant's bedsheets. That dog became his life. When he was 16, he became an emancipated minor due to his fathers self destructive behavior. Within the month he was in the Army training for the K-9 unit. He did one tour of four years that got him his official degree in vet medicine before he left, not that he needed it with all of the unofficial hours at the clinic, and joined the LAPD for another four in their K-9 unit before he got a Washington contact which lead to a Washington contract.
Equipment:
.308 rifle (capable of using 7.62x51mm NATO without modification)
1911 45mm Pistol Right hip (two most common handguns)
Glock 9mm Pistol Small of back (two most common handguns)
Combat knife
Ren Whitewave
Age:
27
Appearance:
Personal issue:
Difficulty connecting to people.
Power:
Animal domination (telepathy with anthros) Detected as 'animal' by other psychics.
Personality:
With his mother always on tour, he didn't know her all too well and so he seeks to connect to female figures more often, when at all
Bio:
Son of a solider and a vet along with two siblings. His mother was platoon leader for EOD in desert storm with her dog Zeus, His father was a large animal vet. He was six when she died overseas from a sniper round while doing her job, Zeus was retired back to the states with her remains. Ten years later, they buried the dog next to her. In those ten years, his dad crawled into a bottle and his assistant's bedsheets. That dog became his life. When he was 16, he became an emancipated minor due to his fathers self destructive behavior. Within the month he was in the Army training for the K-9 unit. He did one tour of four years that got him his official degree in vet medicine before he left, not that he needed it with all of the unofficial hours at the clinic, and joined the LAPD for another four in their K-9 unit before he got a Washington contact which lead to a Washington contract.
Equipment:
.308 rifle (capable of using 7.62x51mm NATO without modification)
1911 45mm Pistol Right hip (two most common handguns)
Glock 9mm Pistol Small of back (two most common handguns)
Combat knife
@BlondieBoyI didn't ignore you, but you are hiding so I just went with it of him not seeing you.
Richard thought he was late as he got to holly's house. Noting the other backpacks in the foyer. he put down the schoolbag but kept the sportsbag over his other shoulder. He was dressed as a squire, he already had a full character history in his head if anyone wanted to hear it, most didn't care, Rosie did. It was funny to think about as he fingered the fob on his keyring, a rose from Rosie's keychain collection.
She got it on the class trip to Disneyland where he started to crush on her, but She was already with Colton. When she died, her mom let them take something from the room as a keepsake, he took the fob and added it to his own matching one he got to try an impress her. Two hearts parted by glass.
"Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner..."
Quoting Dickens in the hallway wasn't the best of things for a party mood, but it did help him close the door again, as his therapist suggested. Suddenly he was drawn out of his revere by the blast of music through the house, it wasn't the phantom of the opera but it startled him all the same. Leaving the dead behind, he took his shoulder bag and came down the stairs.
"Hey guys, I talked to one of the goths and got their ouija board. The new-agers didn't have one but one of the girls gave me a protective candle to ward off unwanted spirits... its a tea light with a star made from five splinters of a coffins lid, or toothicks, one of the two. Holly, I got some wire for you from the A/V and computer club, Doug says 'Hi'. Colt, I told Doug you said 'Hi' back for Holly."
He swallowed hard when he finally really saw Isabel's costume or lack thereof. That was a booty to plunder! He laughed out loud at the joke in his head and made his way to settle down besides Jada on the same couch but the bag between them as a respectable distance and started pulling out the horror movies. Lots of old Basil Rathbone and Vincent Price stuff. He had a change of clothes in the bag as well as his dagger he couldn't wear on himself at school.
She got it on the class trip to Disneyland where he started to crush on her, but She was already with Colton. When she died, her mom let them take something from the room as a keepsake, he took the fob and added it to his own matching one he got to try an impress her. Two hearts parted by glass.
"Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner..."
Quoting Dickens in the hallway wasn't the best of things for a party mood, but it did help him close the door again, as his therapist suggested. Suddenly he was drawn out of his revere by the blast of music through the house, it wasn't the phantom of the opera but it startled him all the same. Leaving the dead behind, he took his shoulder bag and came down the stairs.
"Hey guys, I talked to one of the goths and got their ouija board. The new-agers didn't have one but one of the girls gave me a protective candle to ward off unwanted spirits... its a tea light with a star made from five splinters of a coffins lid, or toothicks, one of the two. Holly, I got some wire for you from the A/V and computer club, Doug says 'Hi'. Colt, I told Doug you said 'Hi' back for Holly."
He swallowed hard when he finally really saw Isabel's costume or lack thereof. That was a booty to plunder! He laughed out loud at the joke in his head and made his way to settle down besides Jada on the same couch but the bag between them as a respectable distance and started pulling out the horror movies. Lots of old Basil Rathbone and Vincent Price stuff. He had a change of clothes in the bag as well as his dagger he couldn't wear on himself at school.
Did I miss how she committed herself? I was thinking that she might have had conversations with him about Romeo and Juliet or Macbeth. Perhaps he gave her the knife she used or the obscure knowledge of hemlock that she used.
Victor sat in fill winter regalia in the 75 degree room, right hand clenched into a fist as he flexed the muscles of futility to try and keep the cold contained. It was more of a mental exercise than a physical to try and willingly suppress his power. The gesture of his right hand helped visualize the efforts as he hoarded his hoarfrost while the rest were present but in the palm rested a lightbulb so that he had to keep mental measure of its presence in the palm so that he didn't crush it. They had gone the extra mile to put a little Elsa figurine in the lightbulb to tease him about why he was here.
He was here and not some other freezing freak because of his life in Africa, he new some of the little things that could save the mission. It was his practicality and practical skills put to the effort this time around. BUt all his practicality went to the left as the lightbulb cracked under the mission Paramaters.
"With all respect. You are insane. Not only will we have two country controlling villains, but the full support of the league hunting us down. The only thing that might save our lives if anything goes bad is the 'no killing' rules of most of the members being at odds with either of the villains lacking moral code. And you might still blow us up after that as is..."
He said his peace then sighed with resignation. "When do we leave?"
The rest was much of a blur to him as he tried to ull up all the African data that he could on the countries they were invading. His African was rusty after a decade to he was you-tube-ing lots of sport games and old news feeds to get the dialects back. He didn't need to be a polyglot, but a smattering of phrases would get them into certain places easier than most. Their propensity to hire empowered individuals would mean that he might have a chance at outright infiltration without his suit if it came to that or else being the only one capable of indefinite underwater activity.
When they got to the drop zone, they were lucky enough to arrive at the desert, he used his gun to generate a pile of dry-ice snow to fall into to dismiss his mass before hitting the sand. Frost is not uncommon in a place with temperatures below 30 at night, deserts only lack the moisture. By the rising of the sun, the snow will be gone into the atmosphere.
He was here and not some other freezing freak because of his life in Africa, he new some of the little things that could save the mission. It was his practicality and practical skills put to the effort this time around. BUt all his practicality went to the left as the lightbulb cracked under the mission Paramaters.
"With all respect. You are insane. Not only will we have two country controlling villains, but the full support of the league hunting us down. The only thing that might save our lives if anything goes bad is the 'no killing' rules of most of the members being at odds with either of the villains lacking moral code. And you might still blow us up after that as is..."
He said his peace then sighed with resignation. "When do we leave?"
The rest was much of a blur to him as he tried to ull up all the African data that he could on the countries they were invading. His African was rusty after a decade to he was you-tube-ing lots of sport games and old news feeds to get the dialects back. He didn't need to be a polyglot, but a smattering of phrases would get them into certain places easier than most. Their propensity to hire empowered individuals would mean that he might have a chance at outright infiltration without his suit if it came to that or else being the only one capable of indefinite underwater activity.
When they got to the drop zone, they were lucky enough to arrive at the desert, he used his gun to generate a pile of dry-ice snow to fall into to dismiss his mass before hitting the sand. Frost is not uncommon in a place with temperatures below 30 at night, deserts only lack the moisture. By the rising of the sun, the snow will be gone into the atmosphere.
Picture:
Name:
Richard 'Rathbone' Rodriguez (related to Basil Rathbone on his mothers side)
Age:
18
Personality:
Bit of a geek who sees himself as a romantic, Drama club and D&D are his major pastimes with renaissance fairs as they come around. He likes reading poetry but is not an Emo. He is sometimes mistaken for a metosexual or gay because of his fastidious nature.
Bio:
A red-haired, blue-eyed Latino, not an easy thing to grow up as in a less than great neighborhood. He got quite used to picking up anything long and thin enough for him to use as a club or its like. It was one thing to have a tree branch as a thick stick banging on bars while going to school, but when he was found with a discarded piece of rebar in his backpack... That was something else as he stood before a judge.
His mom had to get a second job to pay for the 'heavily suggested' martial arts classes to learn discipline, the closest place he could get into with a discount was a Brazilian Ju-jitsu near a Cuban restaurant...Yes, I know Brazilians speak Portuguese, but the rent was cheap so were the lessons. His time at the martial arts lead him to the Renaissance fairs where his teacher was a knight, the love of the fairs lead him to drama club and the other geeks in highschool where he wasent such an outcast in the certain cliques. Lots of the fashion folk like his access to period costumes or jewelry, nerds know he is about the only one who can keep bullies off their back. Even the jocks know what he can do with a baseball bat one handed.
Name:
Richard 'Rathbone' Rodriguez (related to Basil Rathbone on his mothers side)
Age:
18
Personality:
Bit of a geek who sees himself as a romantic, Drama club and D&D are his major pastimes with renaissance fairs as they come around. He likes reading poetry but is not an Emo. He is sometimes mistaken for a metosexual or gay because of his fastidious nature.
Bio:
A red-haired, blue-eyed Latino, not an easy thing to grow up as in a less than great neighborhood. He got quite used to picking up anything long and thin enough for him to use as a club or its like. It was one thing to have a tree branch as a thick stick banging on bars while going to school, but when he was found with a discarded piece of rebar in his backpack... That was something else as he stood before a judge.
His mom had to get a second job to pay for the 'heavily suggested' martial arts classes to learn discipline, the closest place he could get into with a discount was a Brazilian Ju-jitsu near a Cuban restaurant...Yes, I know Brazilians speak Portuguese, but the rent was cheap so were the lessons. His time at the martial arts lead him to the Renaissance fairs where his teacher was a knight, the love of the fairs lead him to drama club and the other geeks in highschool where he wasent such an outcast in the certain cliques. Lots of the fashion folk like his access to period costumes or jewelry, nerds know he is about the only one who can keep bullies off their back. Even the jocks know what he can do with a baseball bat one handed.
Sorry , gonna drop this one, I know I fought to get in and am now giving up, I've tried twice now to get something going but it wont go anywhere.
Feel free to have him hit the gate and his crates of ammo blow the walls down.
Feel free to have him hit the gate and his crates of ammo blow the walls down.
Picture:
Name:
Richard 'Rathbone' Rodriguez (related to Basil Rathbone on his mothers side)
Age:
18
Personality:
Bit of a geek who sees himself as a romantic, Drama club and D&D are his major pastimes with renaissance fairs as they come around. He likes reading poetry but is not an Emo. He is sometimes mistaken for a metosexual or gay because of his fastidious nature.
Bio:
A red-haired, blue-eyed Latino, not an easy thing to grow up as in a less than great neighborhood. He got quite used to picking up anything long and thin enough for him to use as a club or its like. It was one thing to have a tree branch as a thick stick banging on bars while going to school, but when he was found with a discarded piece of rebar in his backpack... That was something else as he stood before a judge.
His mom had to get a second job to pay for the 'heavily suggested' martial arts classes to learn discipline, the closest place he could get into with a discount was a Brazilian Ju-jitsu near a Cuban restaurant...Yes, I know Brazilians speak Portuguese, but the rent was cheap so were the lessons. His time at the martial arts lead him to the Renaissance fairs where his teacher was a knight, the love of the fairs lead him to drama club and the other geeks in highschool where he wasent such an outcast in the certain cliques with access to period costumes or jewelry.
Name:
Richard 'Rathbone' Rodriguez (related to Basil Rathbone on his mothers side)
Age:
18
Personality:
Bit of a geek who sees himself as a romantic, Drama club and D&D are his major pastimes with renaissance fairs as they come around. He likes reading poetry but is not an Emo. He is sometimes mistaken for a metosexual or gay because of his fastidious nature.
Bio:
A red-haired, blue-eyed Latino, not an easy thing to grow up as in a less than great neighborhood. He got quite used to picking up anything long and thin enough for him to use as a club or its like. It was one thing to have a tree branch as a thick stick banging on bars while going to school, but when he was found with a discarded piece of rebar in his backpack... That was something else as he stood before a judge.
His mom had to get a second job to pay for the 'heavily suggested' martial arts classes to learn discipline, the closest place he could get into with a discount was a Brazilian Ju-jitsu near a Cuban restaurant...Yes, I know Brazilians speak Portuguese, but the rent was cheap so were the lessons. His time at the martial arts lead him to the Renaissance fairs where his teacher was a knight, the love of the fairs lead him to drama club and the other geeks in highschool where he wasent such an outcast in the certain cliques with access to period costumes or jewelry.
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