Wernher

Operation Phoenix Down

The locker opened to an almost panicking Rebecca in a full bomb suit, helmet being the only thing missing. Personal effects began to fly by, pictures, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a small mirror that she tried to grab with her shaking hands before it crashed on the ground, making her swear. She finally grabbed a small cylinder with the label 'Palladone Dilaudid Dihydromorphinone' and opened it before carefully grabbing a small, 2mg pill, and putting it in her mouth. As she closed the container, she stood straight and inspired deeply. Four years she had been struggling with this whole 'Acute Opioid Addiction' business. Evans had talked to her so many times using words long as her arm and of course she knew about the whole deal, but hey, apparently the thing with addiction is that you're addicted, so guess you don't just stop like that. Of course, she knew she couldn't keep face for much time, maybe he'd actually execute his menace to ground her until she went through detox, no matter how much the team needed 'Mancock' to tank for them.

She began to grab back what she had thrown to the ground, using as much flexibility as her suit allowed her to have to do so. She noticed her watch, strapped between two locks of her hand/lower arm padding, inside her wrist as it was one of the only place on her armor without a ridiculous amount of protection. Shit. She just took everything and shove it down the locker before closing it and run (Or rather jog) toward the pad.

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Behind the doctor, heavy footstep could be heard, a rhythmic *clung* as Jugger climbed the stairs to get to the platform. AA-12 in bandolier, Anaconda in holster and helmet in hand, a backpack and many pockets full of grenades and ammunition. Yet, the wearer didn't seem to care too much about the weight. Most certainly the only thing telling of the female nature of the wearer of this gear was said lack of helmet displaying some obviously feminine facial features. "And I almost thought I could go more than a few days without risking my life. Good, that would have been disappointing. Didn't sign up to sit on my ass all day." Rebecca looked at the assistance. "Vex, Hawk, Destroyer... Doc... Here's to not being able to take a piss for another 8h." With this, she placed her helmet on her head and closed the final straps.

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The Mage said
Last time I checked Jug suits were EOD armorI'm keeping the urban armor, no matter what.

The thing is that it IS an EOD armor.

Thing is built to handle shrapnel, not bullets. I guess it can weather bites and scratches like its nothing, even if its protection isn't all that exceptional against bullets.

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can i do a second char, a scientist specifically?

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Sauron The Dark Lord said
I think non-descriptive is the limit for such things.Mancock isn't really descriptive, but rather a nickname.

Well, when your NCO starts to give you shitty nicknames like that... still, expect fist fighting.

However, I don't object to it, will make me sharpen my hilarious hilarious insult/comebacks skills.

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Sauron The Dark Lord said
I'll call her 'Mancock' hopefully we're allowed to mention such things.

To quote a great character:

"I have a shotgun."

Operation Phoenix Down

Name: Rebecca Mannock
Callsign: Juggernaut (Jugger for short)
Appearance:


Rank: Sergeant
Operation: Green Berets, MARSOC
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Personality: No self conservation either on or out of the battlefield, some say she is 'enthusiastic' others consider that she has some kind of a death wish, not hesitating to take on engagement with the undead close and personal and always voluntering for the most dangerous jobs, being the point man while entering every building. She has a huge problem of insubordination outside of missions, not hesitating to come to fist to prove her points. In combat she has been noted to lack any form of morality, no order being to grim or inhuman for her to accomplish, often taunting the enemies, alive or dead. Her biggest problem when it comes to follow order in the battlefield is actually when she is told to disengage or fall back.

Bio: White trash from the south during her childhood with half a dozen brothers, she followed them in the army when they joined and she was considered competent if hot headed, actually managing to join MARSOC due to her talent. It was during that time that she got involved in shady business in the middle east and draw attention from the media for cases of torture and the killing of civilians and prisoners. At that point it didn't help that she saw one of her brothers die while on operation and, while herself wounded, had become addicted to pain killers, something she keeps to this day, owning her seemingly superhuman durability and endurance more to drugs that get harder and harder to have a hold on than to her mania at out benching every other guy on the platforms.

Class: All purpose Heavy + Bomb disposal specialist.
Weapons:
-AA12 (Drum Magazines)
OR
-M60
OR
-Milkor MGL

-Desert Eagle
OR
-Colt Anaconda

-Machete

Gear:
Riot Gear or bomb diffusional gear, in general protective equipment offering considerable bite and scratch protection.
A shit load of ammunition.
Bomb disposal kit.
Painkillers in industrial quantity.

Other:

Vampire: The Masquerade. Dance of the Damned

Just had a 'Hey, you have until the end of the month to pack up and leave' notice from my landlord. Won't bother with the detail, but the moving, along with how sweet jesus look at how long these posts are, makes me doubt that I'll be able to keep up with this. Rather than starting something and drop all of a sudden I'll just announce it now that I'll have to drop this.

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Alfhedil said
Lol. Rage harder kid. Rage harder. You are only validating my point by throwing a tantrum at me.

I can't even-

From beginning to end you have been a dick to everyone that didn't play by your petty rules while Ender and I, on every point where there was disagreement we just said 'Look, lets just ask the GM'. Plus, while you limited your plans to small endeavors that in no way really changed the order of things from the beginning of the RP, we went around asking for interaction and planned for world changing events. You wanted to be in your bubble so much you just left the entire continent when I showed up.

You 'giving advice' was just you going around acting like you were the almighty and anyone not following your commands was dooming the RP and arguing with them and even the GM by just holding your position, never offering any alternative or accepting to see any other but yours. Hell, a GM should never be as inflexible as you were as a player.

You were always, without exception, the first person to belittle your competition if not outright insult them.

Short story: You're an asshole. And if you see this message I am quite certain that you can only either brush off this because 'Hurhur, rage harder fagget' or do exactly all that I described above by insulting me and then blaming me in some rant.

Yes, in a rant, the irony isn't lost on me, as I look back at this post.