R31GN

Halo ODST: First Contact

@R31GN

the thing

All around, I think the character is fine, the way you did the personality was interesting, and the idea of a very apathetic medic as opposed to a compassionate one is interesting. The sadism was unexpected, but interesting. His gear picks are fine too, not too surprised that no one picked up an assault rifle, but its all fine.

A bit of a nitpick, but how is a soldier who's 6'1" only 150 lbs? I'm 6'2", and rather skinny and scrawny and I stand in at 168 lbs, never mind a well muscled soldier.

@vietmyke

Height and weight is hard, whoopsies. Fixed

Halo ODST: First Contact

MEDIC!

C O N R A D " F O U R S " P A T R I C K

"The Medic"

N A M E :

Conrad J. Patrick

C A L L S I G N :

"Fours", after his peculiar fascination with the number.

G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

30

R A N K :

PFC

S P E C I A L I Z A T I O N :

Medic

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N :

Description Form

H E I G H T:

6'1"

W E I G H T:

188 lbs.

E Y E S:

Hazel

H A I R:

Black

S K I N:

Caucasian, pale

I D E N T I F Y I N G T R A I T S:

Scarring across left eye, and lip. Right arm tattooed heavily.

P S Y C H A N A L Y S I S :

"If you've got a problem with how I'm running this operation, feel free to file a complaint with somebody who gives a [REDACTED]"
-Fours has a very strong force of personality, and very shamelessly so. He tends to disregard any comments directed at him personally, be them positive or negative. This is also the root of his tendency to care very little when it comes to social grace -he says what is on his mind, not what people want to hear.

"Why the long face?"
-Though Fours has little appreciation for others feelings towards himself, that isn't to say he is entirely without care. He likes making those around him as happy as he can, despite his methods for such being rather unorthodox, as well as his intention. He finds unhappy people to make him unhappy as well, because of his ability to sympathize -thus he works to make others happy only in order to make himself happy.

"You mustn't rush perfection."
-Fours possesses a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. This is especially present in his obsession with the number four -if at all possible, Fours will do all he can to make groups of four, having once even gone as far as to cut himself with a knife in order to correct the number of scars across his face. He also very compulsively checks his gear -making sure everything is in place, loaded, and in working condition, taking up multiple hours per day.

"Hippocratic Oath? I must've been sick that day."
-'Conrad Patrick' and 'bedside manner' are phrases that will seldom find their way into the same sentence. In his training and experience, Fours prefers to get through medical procedure the quickest and safest way possible, not necessarily the most pleasant for the patient. His results are stellar -his methods, not so much.

"Hands off the merchandise."
-Fours, due both to his psychological state and rocky past, isn't good with close quarters. While he can work past this handicap with people he is familiar with, strangers (especially hostile ones) put him on edge when in any quarters closer than the average elevator.

"Let's have some goddamn fun."
-Fours has a twisted sense of pleasure. He takes less pleasure from common things such as games, jokes, etc., and more so from less conventional means -most namely pain, either coming or going.

M I L I T A R Y B A C K G R O U N D :

(S P O I L E R A L E R T : I'm not exactly the most knowledgeable when it comes to Halo lore. I just like shooting aliens.)

Born into an agrarian Outer Colony family, Conrad was raised as a working man. Some might say that mankind was made from stardust millions of years ago -Conrad says that he was born of muscle and blood. In his childhood, Conrad was a boy of optimism, a very short lived outlook on life. A father drowning himself in drink, and a mother far too scared to leave her room to protect her only child, lead to Conrad's disposition as is today. Several events scattered throughout his childhood only further pushed Conrad away from his family life.

On his first opportunity, Conrad skipped town to enlist with the UNSC. While he certainly showed aptitude for following orders, he hardly excelled in combat training due to his struggles with his own mental state. However, he refused to let this hold him back, motivated by the need to escape his old home. He instead used his enlistment in the UNSC to work through his conditions, improving greatly over time. Even with surprising recovery from his mental struggles, Conrad never was the most suited for the front lines. In hindsight, he might've done better had he loaded more than four bullets in each pistol mag.

Thanks to the influence of a mentor of his, Conrad found his true skill and passion in medicine. Trained in record time to administer aid in the front lines, became known for his skills with a scalpel and stitches, even more so than he had previously been known for his mental struggles. Though he had been briefly considered by the ODST program, he was passed by due to a stigma that still surrounded him, something Conrad himself had been blissfully unaware of.

Conrad's name was spoken of greatly not more than a month later -a mission went awry ended with Conrad and his unit stranded in unfriendly territory, with no access to comms. The chatter surrounding Conrad spawned from tapes later recovered from the incident -seven minutes worth of a shocking display of intermingled surgery and gunfire. Four hostiles were found dead, each with four gunshot wounds blossoming red. The first aid administered in between skirmishes was enough to keep all but two of his unit alive to tell the tale, as well. This made ODST take a second look at the unassuming medic.

After rigorous training, Conrad was accepted into the ranks of the ODSTs. This occasion marked Conrads second big milestone in overcoming his own mind, as he made great strides throughout his training. As time went on, logistics and the luck had Conrad reassigned to the 42nd Tactical, where he has been for just over a year.

L O A D O U T :

◦ M45 Tactical Shotgun
◦ M6C Magnum with suppressor and laser sight module
◦ Combat Knife
◦ Combat Medic Kit (Including equipment for Fluid Resuscitation, Hemorrhage Control, Airway Management, Medicine, etc.)

CS is kinda done. Not 100% happy so I might run back and rewrite some stuff later, but I think it's just about ready for feedback now since I've got the general idea down.

Halo ODST: First Contact

Interested ;)

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

"Aside from not knowing the difference between its and it's,

@Morose

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Jesse, as loathe as he might've been to admit it, couldn't help but fixate his gaze on Scarleth, especially when she caught his attention with a point upwards. Rather concerned, he looked up momentarily from his work to the ceiling, expecting to find some alien creature drooling acid from just above them -an expectation that was very thankfully not fulfilled. He gave her a genuinely confused look, before turning back to the computer screen, hoping to find more specific information.

Though he found nothing more of fruition, his work was rewarded in Scarleth's not-so-subtle message, and a smile that Jesse recognized very well. Many a woman gave him that same exact smile when he told them just how rich he really was. The feeling was bittersweet, really, a toss up between flattering and disappointing. He shrugged the conflicting batter of emotions off, resolving to simply accept it at face value.

Jesse stepped away from the terminal, echoing Scarleth for a few steps before stopping to reboot his cybernetic eye's former functions. While he tapped his foot silently waiting for his augmentation to load it's protocol, he looked up in time to see Scarleth put fingers to her lips before letting out a whistle. Jesse snapped to attention, whipping his revolver from it's holster in a heartbeat and raising it to head level as he scanned the room for any hostiles who might've heard the sound. After a moment of no adverse reactions, Jesse holstered the revolver, and looking to Scarleth.

Jesse certainly understood the need for the whistle, but he still gave her a condescending look, with an over exaggerated finger to his lips. A grin slid across his face as he lowered the finger, pacing around the room as the two waited. Eventually giving up on the pacing, Jesse took a seat on the computer terminal, stretching out his muscles one by one. "Y'know, I bet this whole 'bomb in the head thing' isn't even real. Feds are just fucking with us, playing mind games -they couldn't kill us, after all. Can you imagine what the public would think if we were executed, and didn't have to sit out our sentences?" Jesse mused, as he leaned back. His relaxation was rather rudely interrupted by the sound of gunfire, then an explosion. Jesse sprung to his feet, once again whisking his gun from it's holster, and aiming it in the direction of the noise.

"That's... not a good sound..." Jesse muttered, walking slowly forward towards the source of the noise. "Maybe we should make sure the others aren't making too much trouble." He muttered, lowering the gun to his side. If Scarleth dignified Jesse's ramblings with a response, he neither heard nor acknowledged it. A cacophany of voices echoed in the head of the gambler, making him double take. He stretched his head back, eyes rolling upwards towards the inside of his skull as he tapped the tip of his revolver to his temple in a slow rhythm. "Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP." He thought to himself, silencing the voices that distracted him.

As if on cue, Max and Callum entered, dragging with them a headless corpse that Jesse was relatively sure belonged at one point to their comrade -Reaper or some similarly 'wannabe-badass' name. Jesse looked expectantly to Callum, who addressed the group as a whole through a comms device.

"Everyone back to the main lab now, we need to talk. You probably heard an explosion and gunfire."

Jesse strutted over, sliding his weapon back into the holster. He looked at the two gore-drenched men, and slowly took a step back.

"Damn straight we need to talk. What the hell did you two do to True Grit over here?" He muttered, nudging the corpse with his foot. "If he didn't before, he sure as hell puts the 'Ugly' in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly now." He spat, head jerking just slightly to the side as he heard voices surfacing again in the back of his head. His hands flexed and twitched near the grip of his pistol, but he didn't grab the weapon. In a more serious voice, Jesse turned to Max. "This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with some mysterious artifact bullshit these scientist dickbags dug up, would it?" He mumbled, as he reached out to wipe some of the gore from Max's helmet.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

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Following suit of the others, Jesse stepped out into the unknown planet, looking surprisingly less out of place than one might've expected. Though he still wore the bright pink dress shirt and pristine white suit pants, a dark grey ballistic vest adorned his chest, scrounged from the armory. Around his arm was wrapped a length of thick cord, found in the same location -as loath as Jesse was to admit it, his personal weaponry choice was a bit lacking in the stealth department. This makeshift weapon would have to do in the meantime.

On first exiting the ship, Jesse first noticed the intense cold, and promptly regretted his choice in attire. Though his body was racked with shivers, he did not comment on the temperature, instead choosing to grit his teeth through the numbing frost. As they trudged towards the base, Jesse occupied himself by focusing in on his cybernetic eye. Routines within the artificial organ ran, highlighting the weaponry carried by his partners in crime, as well as keeping a track of their distance from him. The marker over their heads blinked red when he strayed too close to either Scarleth or Callum, which he was careful not to do.

"Nice of them to leave the door unlocked. Shame they couldn't leave the heater running, too." Jesse muttered before entering the research lab with the others. He spent little time admiring the hangar, though he took mental note of the four small ships scattered about. Be it for a hasty escape or an improvised explosive, he thought it might be wiser than not to have them in the back of his mind should everything go south.

While Callum himself stepped over the corpses that littered the floor, Jesse took his own time to study the dead security personnel. He moved past the one who had appeared to be running toward the hangar, and instead knelt near the leftmost of the pair of armed guards on the floor. He took a hold of the dead man's weapon, then aimed down the sights, away from the hangar. "What have you naughty kids been up to?" He thought to himself, as he silently mimed firing off some shots, then falling dramatically to the floor in a position identical to that of the dead guard.

As he laid still on the floor, his eye worked double time, recreating the event. Though no hard data was formed, Jesse at least had a vague idea as to where the attack that killed the guards came from.

Jesse huffed out a breath as he stood to his feet, staring at the dead bodies for just one more moment. Shrugging, he took the weapons from the dead guards -one he placed just in front of the door leading to the hangar. The other, he held onto for the moment, turning the weapon over in his hands. His head perked up as he noticed a beckoning from his peripherals. He stalked over to the terminal at which Scarleth was working, mentally disabling the blinking warning his eye prompted as he approached the assassin. Though prepared to make a witty comment, he decided against speaking when Scarleth signaled him with a finger over her lips.

Gently placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, Jesse guided her aside before taking a wide stance at the terminal. From the captions across the screen, he could tell that she had been attempting to access the personnel logs of the scientific base, certainly a bright idea. As much as he'd have liked to type a line of code and crack through the security regarding these logs, hacker was not in Jesse's job description. Instead, he chose to navigate through the computer system for other clues, weaker security. He moved leisurely throughout the interface, before something caught his eye -the server used to manage messages sent to and from the base was extremely similar in composition to that of the email servers of his father's business, something with which he was very intimately acquainted.

Both through memory of his childhood lessons on the base code of this server, and assistance from his augmented eye, he pried through the messages sent to and from the base. As his cybernetic furrowed through the results, the other processes began shutting down -highlights on weapons, distance measuring, and identification tags all faded from his view as more power was diverted to the search. Soon enough, a promising result was found, and Jesse reached out to get Scarleth's attention.

"My dearest beloved... blah blah blah... ancient artifact of unknown origin, yada yada, buried away in a nearby cave... et cetera et cetera... we have been studying the object and it's properties, boring boring." Jesse read mentally, highlighting the important sections of text as he read along for the benefit of Scarleth. Though he considered calling out for the attention of the others, he did not find the idea of disobeying the assassin in such close proximity to be a beneficial one. Instead he simply gave Scarleth a pointed look, before motioning with a finger in a wide circle to the others. His other hand nervously fidgeted with his length of cord as his cybernetic eye slowly restored his previous functions.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

bro the discord link doesn't work for me and you took my chatzy from me. rip me

@Firecracker_

You've got one day to click this link. Good luck. discord.gg/cwfCG

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

After finally finding the bar on board the ship, Jesse was rather pleased to find a passed out Callum on the couch. Reaching behind the counter to grab a bottle of champagne, before turning to the slumbering pirate king. He leaned down over the man, getting face to dozing face. "You and I are going to have so much FUN." He whispered, placing a hand just above Callums head on the couch. He laughed as he walked away, going from a light snicker to a heavy chuckle as he made it out the door of the bar, bottle of champagne still in hand.

After a few wrong turns through the halls, and an elevator ride that took all too long, Jesse found his way to the training room. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as Scarleth tore apart the targets with a barrage of knifeplay that was a hell of a lot more impressive than he had expected. "Hellooo, beautiful." Jesse muttered under his breath. Though her taste in music left something to be desired, he couldn't deny her skills and grace. Though the tag floating above her head was a mellow green color, he added a small red skull next to the floating text as he gently sauntered in, taking a hold of one of the training dummies that she wasn't using. He gave her a quick salute as he left the room, bottle in hand as he drug the dummy out from the room.

Another trek through the halls gave Jesse more walking than he had done in his entirety of his stay in the lunar prison. He arrived in the lounge, and took a seat in a couch, setting the dummy across from the chair on the other side of the room. Music rang out through the lounge, as Jesse cracked open the bottle of champagne, taking a deep drink. Cheap shit, but in comparison to what he had access to on the LMSIF, it was like drinking liquid gold. If liquid gold were edible, that is.

For what seemed like hours, Jesse sat back in the chair, head nodding to the beat of the silent whizzing of laser shots that sounded out from his revolver. One after the other, shot after shot, lasers pounded into the head of the training dummy across the room. Every shot hit almost dead center in the head of the dummy, leaving a red hot cluster of laser burns in the head of the dummy no more than a centimeter around. As Jesse drank more, and fired more rounds, eventually the burning mark in the head was turned into a hole, letting him see through to the wall behind the dummy. He smirked, pleased with his work, before sitting back deeper into his chair.

Jesse's eyes slowly slid shut, and his head drooped. When his eyes opened again, it was thanks to the shaking of the Gladius. How long he had been out, he honestly had no idea. Likely better that way. He staggered to his feet at the announcement, and made his way up to the bridge at his own leisure. He entered the room in time to catch the hind end of Callums breifing, and Scarleths interjection. He hardly thought he'd need any more information than that, anyways.

"A small group should investigate prior to launching any sort of attack. Recklessness will only ensure our deaths."

"Sign me up. I need to stretch my legs." Jesse said, raising a hand as if to volunteer. "Been too long since I've flexed the old trigger finger."

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Alright y'all. I am working on an IC post right now, expect it up soon.

Also have decided to ditch the chatzy in exchange for a Discord server. Some of you may already be familiar with it, it is more advantageous than chatzy. Here is the link for it: discord.gg/zym3U

@Heat

Everybody's sponsored by Discord these days, aren't they?

Cold Front

@R31GN and @Peik?

@gcold

Yeah I'm still down, and I'm okay with downsizing, and reassigning roles and whatnots