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The Division - Roleplay

I don't know what that means, but I might agree.

The Division - Roleplay

Unfortunately I decided not to mount a mini turret on Grunt's back. For comfort purposes you understand. I be kind that way. There is one definite way Grunt has your posh-bot beat though! Grunt is... Cuter! :P

The Division - Roleplay

I prefer Jack of all Trades personally, ha-ha, but yeah, pretty much. :D

The Division - Roleplay

Hell yeah, cheers! So did the squad only just get into New York?

The Division - Roleplay

Posted my CS. Hope it's cool. :D

The Division - Profiles

Appearance Description: Thomas isn't fat nor skinny. He is probably the perfect weight for his height, being 6' tall and weighing around 165lb. He has obviously kept himself fit and tends to look younger than his actual age. Or at least he did before everything hit the fan and grooming was a little easier. He has chocolate brown hair in which he keeps reasonably short (when such a thing is an option), somewhat thick eyebrows and usually some stubble. By far the most noticeable things about his face though are his distinctively crooked nose and his grey eyes that are seemingly always filled with determination. As a finishing note he has no tattoos and only a few minor scars. His clothing is currently the same as in the picture provided above.

Name: Thomas Hunt
Call Sign: Taurus
Age: 35
Gender: Male

Personnel Description: Thomas is foremost an extremely tough individual. The S.A.S instilled in him the traits of doggedness and bravery and to this day those characteristics define who he is, or at the very least who he tries to be. He is a kind man who doesn't believe in things such as the end justifies the means. The years have taught him that in most circumstances it is impossible to know what the end is, so how can one justify what they do not know. He carries this hard learned lesson with him and does his best to help people when he can for after years of living in grey areas morally he has learned to love simple things. Helping someone will always be helping someone. Though even that isn't always that simple. So yeah, when it comes to Thomas simple is a theme you will see often. If it can be achieved without getting complicated in any way he is all the happier, though he will still work just as hard if the mission is complicated, he just wont do it with quite as much happiness. Finally Thomas is something of a morale machine. He can seemingly make light of any situation and in his line of work that damn well means something.

History: Thomas grew up in the East End of London. The capital of England. He wasn't built for his upbringing funnily enough. Even as a kid Thomas was brave, kind, determined and most shockingly, often happy. Pretty much the exact opposite of most everyone he knew. His dad just didn't care. He was permanently jaded and always mentally and emotionally distant, as were most of Thomas' friends although they at least had some youthful enthusiasm. It was not at all a happy upbringing but Thomas found joy and brotherhood whenever and wherever he possibly could. In friends at first, then in a gang and finally in the armed forces.

He wasn't at all happy as a teenage gangster. Like already mentioned, he simply wasn't built for the lifestyle. He was brave and strong, but not at all cold or ruthless. Mostly though he was too loyal. If he had stayed in his gang he would have been betrayed and imprisoned or dead in no time. That is likely a matter of fact. To escape from the depression of city life though Thomas joined the British army at seventeen, looking to go into The Rifles; infantry. He struggled through being disciplined by another, it was something he had never experienced before and soon he found great joy in the lifestyle. He was a natural with a rifle and came out as the second best marksman in training. He was always one of the fastest when they ran also and he generally made an all around great soldier and occasional leader.

So, with soldiering being a lifestyle he genuinely enjoyed and with no other imagined path to follow Thomas decided to throw himself fully into soldiering. Four years into his initial six he decided to try out for the Special Air Service; Britain's famed special forces. The training was the hardest thing Thomas had ever done in his life and to this day if one was to ask him such a question he would still answer the same. It was brutal. Designed so that no matter how fit, strong or determined you are it will always wear you down so that you're near physically dead. He persevered though and after five weeks of physical and mental torture he earned his beret.

After more than ten years serving in a Counter Terrorism squad in The Regiment, mainly as an Assaulter, Thomas was recruited into The Division by his former Captain. Finally willing to semi-retire Thomas agreed to settle down as what was basically a sleeper agent. That is how he ended up in New York.

Inventory:
Extra Magazines (Ammo – 5.45x39mm and 9mm)
Gas Mask
Three Bottles of Water
Six Energy Bars
Three Meals Ready to Eat
Five Cans of Dog Food

Unique Companion: Grunt is a multi-purpose war dog and Thomas' best friend. Grunt can detect enemy ambushes, find food and supplies and sniff out and track down missing companions, if they are at a reasonable distance at least. He also can act as a sentry when needed and given time in a place and with people can even act as a messenger. Of course Grunt is also quite a dangerous dog when it comes to enemies but Thomas is extremely protective of him, treating him like half a soldier, half a son. Aside from in circumstances so rare one should pray they never happen he will not put the dog in any danger he deems unnecessary.

Weapons:
AK-74
Sig Sauer P226 (Suppressed)
Survival Knife

Talents:
S.A.S Training

The Division - Roleplay

Awesome. I'll get to typing something up. :D

The Division - Roleplay

Oh, this looks awesome! Are you still checking out CS's?

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Wintergrey, I'm going to take what ya'll said in my next post, that way we don't have a conversation on two things at once. :)

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

"You're pardoned by the State of California, see that pretty girl with the blonde hair? Her name is Sophia. Go talk to her, she'll tell you the score 'n shit." Marshall said, talking to him through the opened window. He stepped back, opening the door for Conell to step out.

Conell couldn't contain his laughter when he heard Marshall's words, the coincidence was a hilarious one. Though he did hope it was just a coincidence. Still, it was pretty damn funny.

“Damn straight.” Conell smiled, stepping out of the truck. “Thank you good sir.” Conell spoke in a mock posh accent as he closed the vehicles door behind him.

Sliding his MP5 around to his back Conell made his way over to the young lady of whom he had been directed, doing his best to ignore the emotion and general trauma everyone else there seemed to be suffering through. Trauma and pain had been his life. Somehow though that made him even less comfortable with it. Now he just brushed it off. It seemed like that was all there was to do with it. Pain was just something to get through and often times it was quite fun to be honest, at least if the fight was a good one. Trauma though... Trauma was almost completely foreign. Something other people went through sometimes. Maybe during the process of becoming so emotionally disconnected over the years he had slowly lost the ability to acknowledge such mental pain. Who the hell knew. He certainly fucking didn't, and neither did the shrink pricks he had to see every now and then all throughout his young life... Young life. He was only twenty. He was still young.

Reaching the girl who was indeed pretty and did indeed have blonde hair Conell stopped, raising an eyebrow as he looked into her still pain filled eyes. Great, more emotion. Now probably wasn't the greatest time for her to be making choices. Or maybe it was. They had just lost manpower after all, maybe they needed a kid with a couple of psychopathic traits right about now.

“Ello darling, you must be Sophia. I'm Conell. So, what is, how did he put it, “the score 'n shit?”.” Conell spoke, smirking.