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The Unknown One
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11 yrs ago
Some day, I'm probably gonna take up smoking because of my job. Or heavy drinking.
11 yrs ago
I can do better. I will do better.
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11 yrs ago
Just kidding, I am going clubbing. Every. Flipping. Weekend.
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11 yrs ago
Never ever going clubbing again.
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11 yrs ago
WHEW. GOT A HOT DATE ON JULY 4TH.
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Cleon drifted off for a few seconds after hearing her question,I meant here as in have you been in action before? He quipped up with a reply after his little moment, "Yes, many times. Too many times for four years of service." He paused for a second, "Oh, and, uh, I like to be called the Rooster every now and then, if I didn't make that clear." He realized he probably looked like a light headed idiot and was probably confusing everyone.
He suddenly had the cigarette returned to him after he had tossed it to the private, "Negative waves, baby. But it's okay if you don't want to smoke." He said, tossing his cigarette butt to the side and popping the unacceptable gift into his mouth and lighting it.
Cleon chuckled at what the private had to say, "Well, I ain't a soldier, I'm a marine." He said it with a comical smile. "And you gotta think positive thoughts to get them positive waves, man." He continued, "We all are here for some reason or other, I just enjoy the travel and shooting a big gun."
"So doc, have you been here before, on Sotra or in combat?" He said, speaking to the medic, hoping she didn't take offense to being called "doc" as it was meant as a compliment, and most medics who were called medic were the sub par ones. Hopefully she would live up to being called "doc". In his experience most medics disliked being called "medic". It was usually associated with inexperience.
He suddenly had the cigarette returned to him after he had tossed it to the private, "Negative waves, baby. But it's okay if you don't want to smoke." He said, tossing his cigarette butt to the side and popping the unacceptable gift into his mouth and lighting it.
Cleon chuckled at what the private had to say, "Well, I ain't a soldier, I'm a marine." He said it with a comical smile. "And you gotta think positive thoughts to get them positive waves, man." He continued, "We all are here for some reason or other, I just enjoy the travel and shooting a big gun."
"So doc, have you been here before, on Sotra or in combat?" He said, speaking to the medic, hoping she didn't take offense to being called "doc" as it was meant as a compliment, and most medics who were called medic were the sub par ones. Hopefully she would live up to being called "doc". In his experience most medics disliked being called "medic". It was usually associated with inexperience.
Cleon coughed and sputtered, exclaiming in a horse voice, "They will?!" He suddenly cleared his throat, "Sorry about the sarcasm. I know all about them vibes." He continued smoking.
The medic hit him with a question, been here before I take it? He scratched his chin a little and let out a puff, "Wait, where?- I mean, Sotra, no I've never been." He stumbled on his words for a second. "This planet don't have enough positive waves for me to visit." He said, fairly certain that she was hoping for a different answer. "Just feel them positive waves, and stay in formation. You'll be with the headquarters team, in the middle of the squad, RIGHT NEXT to the Rooster, baby." He said, referencing himself as the squad main gunner. "And I will be playing some good music that'll help calm everyone."
A squad was made up of three teams. Alpha, bravo, and headquarters. HQ was always in the middle of formation, and included the heavy gunner, the squad leader, the medic, and the long range radio man. It might also include a mortar section, on occasion. Cleon called himself the Rooster in reference to the fact that he carried the biggest gun in the squad, and metaphorically the watcher over the hens. He never really tooted his own horn, he just liked the sound of the name.
Cleon always made it his goal to keep everyone calm and happy to be there. New people were his main targets.
"Hey, you might want a few puffs on one of these while we're out there." He tossed a cigarette to the medic, "and you, new guy." He tossed another one to the new private sitting next to her. "Just keep thinking positive thoughts, and we'll have some good waves."
The medic hit him with a question, been here before I take it? He scratched his chin a little and let out a puff, "Wait, where?- I mean, Sotra, no I've never been." He stumbled on his words for a second. "This planet don't have enough positive waves for me to visit." He said, fairly certain that she was hoping for a different answer. "Just feel them positive waves, and stay in formation. You'll be with the headquarters team, in the middle of the squad, RIGHT NEXT to the Rooster, baby." He said, referencing himself as the squad main gunner. "And I will be playing some good music that'll help calm everyone."
A squad was made up of three teams. Alpha, bravo, and headquarters. HQ was always in the middle of formation, and included the heavy gunner, the squad leader, the medic, and the long range radio man. It might also include a mortar section, on occasion. Cleon called himself the Rooster in reference to the fact that he carried the biggest gun in the squad, and metaphorically the watcher over the hens. He never really tooted his own horn, he just liked the sound of the name.
Cleon always made it his goal to keep everyone calm and happy to be there. New people were his main targets.
"Hey, you might want a few puffs on one of these while we're out there." He tossed a cigarette to the medic, "and you, new guy." He tossed another one to the new private sitting next to her. "Just keep thinking positive thoughts, and we'll have some good waves."
As everyone shouted different more motivating things, there was one marine corporal who really didn't care. He sat and listened to some smooth classic rock that kept him calm. He pulled out a cigarette and began smoking it, after a quick flick of a lighter brought it to life. Right now, he was inhaling tobacco. Once they were off the dropship, he would be smoking something less than legal. He had never been caught, and he was a fine marine, no one really bothered him so often to find out what he smoked during firefights.
His name was Cleon Mantis, but he liked it best when people called him "Rooster". He was almost always calm and almost never angry.
Cleon finally chimed into the conversation with, "Have a little faith, baby! Have a little faith." He didn't like it when people brought down the mood. "Don't be hitting me with them negative waves so early, baby." He said in a new agey hippy kind of way, but nonetheless, his voice was still masculine and surprisingly deep. "Let's have some positive waves!"
A lot of people would dislike him for the way he talked, but he didn't care. He looked to the new private and the new medic, "Have a little faith, baby! With positive waves like this, who could lose?" He said in reference to the music.
Even though he didn't seem like a leader, he was a corporal. He had figured he would be stuck at the rank of Lance corporal for the rest of his career, but he somehow managed corporal, and E4 pay was pretty darn nice.
Cleon had headphones around his neck that blared a song called Take Me to Heaven. It was a very smooth song, with a ukelele that gave it that Hawaiian island sound. He nodded his head along with the music, smoking his cigarette, and looking all around like nothing was any different about this period of time.
His name was Cleon Mantis, but he liked it best when people called him "Rooster". He was almost always calm and almost never angry.
Cleon finally chimed into the conversation with, "Have a little faith, baby! Have a little faith." He didn't like it when people brought down the mood. "Don't be hitting me with them negative waves so early, baby." He said in a new agey hippy kind of way, but nonetheless, his voice was still masculine and surprisingly deep. "Let's have some positive waves!"
A lot of people would dislike him for the way he talked, but he didn't care. He looked to the new private and the new medic, "Have a little faith, baby! With positive waves like this, who could lose?" He said in reference to the music.
Even though he didn't seem like a leader, he was a corporal. He had figured he would be stuck at the rank of Lance corporal for the rest of his career, but he somehow managed corporal, and E4 pay was pretty darn nice.
Cleon had headphones around his neck that blared a song called Take Me to Heaven. It was a very smooth song, with a ukelele that gave it that Hawaiian island sound. He nodded his head along with the music, smoking his cigarette, and looking all around like nothing was any different about this period of time.
No real clue, I figure he'll just tell me to get rid of it if I'm in the wrong, and I'll oblige him. This way he doesn't have to coast through posts on posts on posts, so I figure it makes it easier for the GM.
Well, there's an application for your inspection.
Name: Cleon Mantis
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appearance:
His uniform is faded from years of use and not getting a newone, as he hates spending the money on the military.
Position: Marine machinegunner, corporal.
Personality: Very laid back almost all of the time. It's rare to see him overly emotional. He has a very monotone voice and likes to talk in a new age hippy sounding way (copious use of the words "man", "vibes", and anything else that sounds less than intelligent). It's not often you see him, as he is an expert sham artist and manages to fly under the radar enough to avoid hundreds of work details. He can be found in different areas, with his uniform out of regulation and his hands in his pockets. All of that aside, he is anything but irresponsible, and is a very capable marine in the field and in combat. So calm, people have accused him of substance abuse on many occasions. He likes to be called the "Rooster". His favorite song is Rooster by Alice In Chains.
Notable skills: He can out ruck any marine any day of the week. He can carry the heaviest of loadouts, and is a squad machinegunner. He is very good at avoiding work and trouble. Very cool and calm under pressure. The last combat mission be was on he could be seen smiling as he fired his machine gun into terrorists and rebels, so we know he loves his job as machine gunner.
History: He grew up working under his father, who was anot engine mechanic. He grew under his father's tutelage, and his father wanted him to become a great engineer, but Cleon had smaller ambitions in mind. He wanted to find a steady job that would give him plenty of travel and a reasonable pay check. So he chose the Marine Corp. His father hasn't forgiven him since. His mother is the only one who talks to him, plus his siblings.
Most of his siblings were more educated than him and more academically inclined. He wanted more action and travel. Of course he didn't realize all the bothersome work details he would be in store for.
Cleon has served for four years now and shows no ambitions of leaving or moving up higher as he does enjoy doing his job, unless it involves a work detail.
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appearance:
His uniform is faded from years of use and not getting a newone, as he hates spending the money on the military. Position: Marine machinegunner, corporal.
Personality: Very laid back almost all of the time. It's rare to see him overly emotional. He has a very monotone voice and likes to talk in a new age hippy sounding way (copious use of the words "man", "vibes", and anything else that sounds less than intelligent). It's not often you see him, as he is an expert sham artist and manages to fly under the radar enough to avoid hundreds of work details. He can be found in different areas, with his uniform out of regulation and his hands in his pockets. All of that aside, he is anything but irresponsible, and is a very capable marine in the field and in combat. So calm, people have accused him of substance abuse on many occasions. He likes to be called the "Rooster". His favorite song is Rooster by Alice In Chains.
Notable skills: He can out ruck any marine any day of the week. He can carry the heaviest of loadouts, and is a squad machinegunner. He is very good at avoiding work and trouble. Very cool and calm under pressure. The last combat mission be was on he could be seen smiling as he fired his machine gun into terrorists and rebels, so we know he loves his job as machine gunner.
History: He grew up working under his father, who was anot engine mechanic. He grew under his father's tutelage, and his father wanted him to become a great engineer, but Cleon had smaller ambitions in mind. He wanted to find a steady job that would give him plenty of travel and a reasonable pay check. So he chose the Marine Corp. His father hasn't forgiven him since. His mother is the only one who talks to him, plus his siblings.
Most of his siblings were more educated than him and more academically inclined. He wanted more action and travel. Of course he didn't realize all the bothersome work details he would be in store for.
Cleon has served for four years now and shows no ambitions of leaving or moving up higher as he does enjoy doing his job, unless it involves a work detail.
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