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Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Snake hated waking up from cryo-sleep. One second you are trying to get comfortable in what could only be summarized as a militarized dime-store coffin, the next you are solar systems away from home holding in barf and trying not to fall on your ass. The Warrant Officer grabbed ahold some internal piping as his legs tried to fail him. An old trick he figured out after his second deployment.

After a few moments of hard coughing and waving the med-tech away, Snake found his footing and stepped out of the cryo-tube. He was a hardened man, with scars etched all over his body. After finding his looker and putting on his underwear, Snake stepped over to automated-armorer. The armorer was a stationary mess of robotic arms programmed to encase soldiers in their assigned armors. Snake walked up to the automaton, placing himself onto a metal disc in the center of the machine and watched as is scanned his entire form.

"Designation Seven-Seven-Seven-Oh-Seven," the armorer began to read off. "Warrant Officer O'Henessey. Marine Corps."

"You don't fucking say," Snake replied as he rolled his eyes to nothing.

The machine began to collect the warrant officer's armor pieces, attaching them to him piece by piece. Snake could feel the machine drill every piece in place, practically shaking him to the core. Most soldiers would tell you the experience hurt like hell, but Snake loved it. Fuck massage chairs. After a few minutes, Snake was finally in full armor. He watched as some of the new blood soldiers crumbled and crashed to the ground after long cryo-sleep. He chuckled to himself.

"Wakey-wakey ladies," Snake antagonized. "Get your sorry asses up before I resort to throwin' you dickheads out the airlock."

Most of the greenhorns rushed up after hearing the warrant officer's threat, probably terrified of the thought. Snake didn't exactly have a kind reputation under his belt. Snake climbed out of the armorer, testing the waters quickly just in case the machine malfunctioned. Everything seemed status quo. With everything seemingly operational, Snake made his way to the armory to get his weapons of mass destruction.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Snake J. O'Hennessey

Name: Snake J. O'Henessey
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Position: Marine Corps, Warrant Officer

Appearance:

In Armor

Out of Armor

Personality:

- Unstable
- Bloodthirsty
- Cynical
- Cruel
- Unusual
- Perverted
- Quote, "Life of the Party!"

Notable Skills:

- Skilled Wildlife Exterminator
- Skilled Life Exterminator
- Veteran Marine
- Adept Flamethrower Operator/Aficionado
- Basic Firearms Training

History: Snake J. O'Hennessey was born on Phobos, the largest of Mars' satellites. Phobos was a little too crampt and overpopulated, leading to many of it's districts to house the poorest percent in the solar system. Fathered by a military man with no mother, Snake found himself finding friends in dark places. Throughout most of his young life Snake was active in gang activity, usually involving robbing small convenience stores or picking fights.

At the age of eighteen, Snake was arrested for nearly beating a store clerk to death. Snake's father disowned him as soon as he got word from the police, ashamed of his son. Snake would spend three years in the Phobos jail system, facing harsh conditions and eventually joining a prison gang for protection. At the age of twenty-one, Snake was enlisted into the Marines as a wildlife exterminator. This section of the Corps was infamous for usually consisting of suicide missions and convict soldiers. Despite the odds, Snake lived through every mission with a kill count almost unseen until his enlistment.

Years later, far after his sentence was served and his debts to society paid, Snake still fights in the Outer Rim slaughtering wildlife and fellow humans alike. Maybe he is broken from his years in jail and on the front...or maybe he loves the violence too much.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

@Lord Coake

Thank you! Can't wait to see how this goes.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

(Work-in-Progress! Pretty much all set, just waiting on thoughts/approval)

Snake J. O'Hennessey

Name: Snake J. O'Henessey
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Position: [REDACTED]

Appearance:

In Armor

Out of Armor

Personality:

- Unstable
- Bloodthirsty
- Cynical
- Cruel
- Unusual
- Perverted
- Quote, "Life of the Party!"

Notable Skills:

- Skilled Wildlife Exterminator
- Skilled Life Exterminator
- Veteran Marine
- Adept Flamethrower Operator/Aficionado
- Basic Firearms Training

History: Snake J. O'Hennessey was born on Phobos, the largest of Mars' satellites. Phobos was a crampt and overpopulated, leading to many of it's districts to house the poorest percent in the solar system. Fathered by a military man with no mother, Snake found himself finding friends in dark places. Throughout most of his young life Snake was active in gang activity, usually involving robbing small convenience stores or picking fights.

At the age of eighteen, Snake was arrested for nearly beating a store clerk to death. Snake's father disowned him as soon as he got word from the police, ashamed of his son. Snake would spend three years in the Phobos jail system, facing harsh conditions and eventually joining a prison gang for protection. At the age of twenty-one, Snake was enlisted into the Marines as a wildlife exterminator. This section of the Corps was infamous for usually consisting of suicide missions and convict soldiers. Despite the odds, Snake lived through every mission with a kill count almost unseen until his enlistment.

Years later, far after his sentence was served and his debts to society paid, Snake still fights in the Outer Rim slaughtering wildlife and fellow humans alike. Maybe he is broken from his years in jail and on the front...or maybe he loves the violence too much.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

@Lord Coake I was just thinking extra-terrestrial pest control and maybe inhumane colonization prep-work. Nothing gargantuan or unrealistically proportioned. Maybe a few larger then life bugs and overly aggressive alien pests. My character would basically be the first in on a new world to establish a base of operation after everything in a certain radius was burned to the ground. Easier to build when all the trees are nothing but ash.

All-Star Marvel RPG

Interested. I honestly have a few ideas that can work for this.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Hey, really interested in this and just had a quick question. I know that sentient alien life is a no, but what about alien wildlife? I'm of making a marine who's specialty is wildlife extermination. Carries around a big flamethrower and a little out there.

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"I'm not sure if you are just an asshole or too stupid to realize your doing that," Vas commented after Mallory spat on the ground for maybe the hundredth time. "And nice try with the burp, kid. I give you an A for effort."

Vas reached his hand in the cart again and brought another candy bar to his gills. This one smelt even worse, maybe the harshest smelling of them all. The Warock rubbed his hands all over the wrapping of this mystery food, getting a blurry idea of what this abomination was called.

"'Snickers'?," Vas questioned, "the fuck is a snicker? Sounds like a derogatory term or some shit. Next guy I get in a fight with, I'll call him one of these."

Vas unwrapped the candy bar and smelt at it hesitantly. It smelt terrible. Every sense Vas had told him not to take a bite and keep his mouth as far away from the Snickers as he could.

"Yeah, no. This is probably actual shit. No judging, but damn this does not smell healthy at all. Just, no."

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

Vas stretched out when he awoke, nearly losing his balance from his chair. The sudden loss of footing woke him quickly, forcing him to smell around in panic for anyone nearby. No one was in the cafeteria, thankfully, but whomever was watching the security cameras was probably laughing their damn asses off.

The Warock left the cafeteria quickly, betting that some nagging dick was probably wondering where the useless navigator was. As he made his way, he noticed Kal and Mallory down the hall with a cart full of some strange things wrapped in shiny wrappers. Vas walked up to them, in blind interest, and grabbed one of the shiny things.

"Hell are these things," Vas asked as he put one up to his neck and started sniffing. "Smells like a bloody shit."

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

Vas knew Mallory had passed by again and looked at him. He could read that loser's heart clearly even as he ate. It would be awkward having the ship's 'requisition' guy on his bad side, but he could of course care less. He didn't need anything specifically, and had no need to find something to buy from the scumbag.

Vas drank his soup quickly, unable to savor the taste of fake Glowy Slug. He relaxed a bit, lifting his boots on top of the table and layed his head back. He hadn't been able to really sleep since he shipped off to be with these human, but for some reason he just felt comfortable enough to doze for the moment. Someone would bother him soon. Someone always did. For now, he would just enjoy the moment.