Department of Military Sciences ((ACCEPTING PROFILES))

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DEPARTMENT OF MILITARY SCIENCES
(DMS)

Zombies, Vampires, Werewolves, Plagues, Genetically engineered super soldiers....A Myth? Think again...

In 2012,a new dawn of scientific advancements, a new form of terrorism has risen. With the use of Bio-weapons, terrorist cells have developed a brand new way to strike fear into the world. Bringing to life unreal terrors that should really only exist in books and fairy tales to tip the scales in their favor.

When Homeland Security fails, it is left upto the DMS (DEPARTMENT OF MILITARY SCIENCES), a secret government task force to bring an end to Bio-Weapon threats. DMS is made up of the best of the best, recruiting the brightest scientists, technicians, theorists, and soldiers, making the DMS the most capable and well equipped rapid-response team to bring an end to the new threat.

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-Based on the Joe Ledger novels by Jonathan Maberry-

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RULES

1. Obviously follow Gaia's main TOS
2. No Powergaming. (Unless allowed by the other users)
3. Try to take some damage during a mission every now and then, hell even Bond takes damage.
4. For goodness sake be at least semi-literate! Posts must be atleast 3 paragraphs long.
5. Post as often as you can. If you unable to post let other players know so they can move on.
7. Whenever you post OOC, let us know. Double parenthesis "(( ))" or just "OOC:" usually do fine.
9. Pm me your profiles. Profiles must be approved before posting can begin.
10. PLEASE NOTE this is a realistic role play and therefore you can not have any magic abilities.

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PROFILES

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Character Name:

Callsign:
((logical one))

Age:

Birthplace:

Team:

Occupation:
((Soldier, researcher, forensic...))

Specialty:
((Why the DMS chose you))

Pre-Service History:
((what you did before the DMS. You don't have to be military to have been recruited by dms))

Service History:
((How long have you been with the DMS, State the nature of your work for the DMS))

Biography:
((Life story))

Personality:

Skills:

Weapons:

Primary:
Secondary:
Sidearm:
Gear:

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TEAMS

ALPHA

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Character Name:
Kaia Liang

Callsign:
Ghost
Age:
27
Birthplace:
Baltimore
Ethnicity:
Asian
Occupation:
Sniper for Baltimore SWAT team
Team:
Alpha Team
Specialty:
Marksman

Pre-Service History:
Kaia studied eastern culture and languages at a small community college before going off to join the Navy. Her decision to join the navy sparked one evening when she was walking home from the library and was attacked by a gang of hooligans, She decided she had to make herself stronger to overcome her trauma.

Service History:
Kaia enlisted in the Navy, and after two tours she returned home and joined the Baltimore SWAT devision. After four years she was approached by the DMS who had been watching her since her time in the Navy. She has been with DMS for a year now.

Biography:
Born and raised as a blue blood, Kaia was born into a pretty normal middleclass family. Her mother was a language professor and her father the police chief of the Baltimore Police. She has two brothers one married with 2 kids and the other KIA while on tour in Iraq. She was an A+ student through out highschool, typical wall flower who kept to herself.

Come college she majored in langauges leading her to speak several dialects. After her attack and the murder of her boyfriend she enlisted into the Navy. Her personality changed somewhat as she became a fighter both well skilled in hand to hand and long range weapons. Her Callsign was given to her because she speaks very little and her presence is quiet and unknowing until she starts firing from her perch. She completed 2 tours before joining the Baltimore SWAT team coming highly recommended by her Naval Commanders.

Personality:
Kaia is a loner who sees and hears everything around her. Her wariness to trust new individuals leads her to rarely volunteer for an assignment with a new team. However in a fight, she is committed to the team and will never leave anyone behind.
Kaia is fluent in a number of languages including Spanish, Mandarin, Farsi (Persian), and a few Afghan dialects.


Skills:
Fluent in Spanish, Mandarin, Farsi, and a number of Afghan dialects.
Expert Marksman
Just as good in hand-to-hand combat

Weapons:
Primary: AS50
Sidearm: Beretta Px4
Bladed Weapon: Tactical knife
Gear: 9mmNATO rounds - M107 magazines - Ballistic Vest - Hand Held Radio - Binoculars - Suppressors - Canteen- water flask - Insect Repellent - Food Rations - First Aid Items - Chemical Mace - Camouflage Paste - Strobe Light - small sketchbook - Coms Devices - Hand Held Optics.

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Character Name: Damien Trask

Callsign: Seraph

Age: 28

Birthplace: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Team: Alpha

Occupation: Soldier

Specialty: Weapons and Tactics

Pre-Service History: Damien is a former member of the United States Army Special Operations Community, with ten years of collected and distinguished service in such groups as the 75th Ranger Regiment, Army Special Forces, and the Combat Applications Group (otherwise known to the public as the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta). Damien's combat capabilities were tested time and time again on the field of battle, prompting his commanders to promote him faster than many of his peers. With service in such locales as Africa, the Philippines, Indonesia, East Timor, various Middle-Eastern states, South America, and Central America, Damien is well versed on the battlefield.

Service History: Damien was assigned to the Department of Military Sciences after his last assignment with the CAG, coming face to face with things that his training had never prepared with him before. Damien was debriefed and sent to the DMS with little to no knowledge of the group or even it's existence, being let on that it was a secretive section of some OGA.

Biography: Damien was born in Rio De Janeiro to a father he never knew and a father he never met. It wasn't long before a pair of wealthy missionaries found Damien and adopted him, bringing him back with them to America. Growing up, he would often see people that no one else could, and had been taken to therapy at the age of 9. After years of counseling, Damien was over seeing such things and attempted to move on with his life. While living in the states, Damien attended one of the nation's most prominent schools for wealthy families. While academically, Damien was a prodigal student, he found himself in the principal's office constantly for various offenses. Smoking during school, fighting, the normal things. Even for the up-tight academy, Damien was popular. He often stood up for those less fortunate than him, if another student was being picked on, Damien would often end it. Most of the time, this would warrant his visit the principal's office. After Damien graduated from school, he enlisted in the United States Army. While his family was against the idea, Damien became an infantryman, often times out performing many other recruits. Soon after attending OSUT, Damien attended Ranger school and was indoctrinated into the 75th Ranger Regiment, joining 3rd Battalion. With 3/75, Damien was a part of operations in both Iraq and Afghanistan, conducting missions as diverse as simple surveillance and Reconnaissance to conducting complex raids on known targets of opportunity. During Damien's time in the hot spots, he was often told of how he had a very odd sixth sense about things and was commonly predicting things before they happened. When his team mates asked him about the incidents, Damien had nothing to say other than something told him that something was going to happen. While he enjoyed his time in the 75th, Damien often found that the up-tight and strict adherence to standards were a regular pain in the a**, and so sought an opportunity to become a green beret. Becoming a Special Forces Weapons Sergeant, Damien would later get cross trained by his brothers in arms to become an engineer, as well as a combat medic. Working with 7th Group, the operator found himself in his homeland, among other hot spots in South and Central America on more than one occasion. He aided in training government friendly paramilitaries, provided covert protection for visiting diplomats, and other high-priority tasks. Much like his time in the Rangers, Damien was promoted quickly, becoming a Staff Sergeant at the age of 23. Upon coming back to the states, Damien tried out for what became known as the Army Compartmented Elements. After spending over two years fine-tuning the skills he had learned in both the rangers and the Special Forces to a razor sharp edge. Once Damien became a true operator, he found himself conducting operations not only in the hot spots around the world, but also in America and allied nations. While on operations, Damien was reported to be seeing things that many dismissed as PTSD. Unbeknownst to Damien, throughout his whole career, he was being watched by the members of DMS

Personality: While Damien is a professional, he often acts as the clown of the group, trying to keep everyone seeing a lighter side of things, while this attitude often got him in trouble in the Rangers, it was often welcomed in the other Special Operations communities. This does not mean that he has no feelings for when people are down, he often tries to pick them up emotionally, knowing that keeping people's heads in the game is vital to any unit's effectiveness. While he tries to avoid making approaches on female co-workers, Damien is some-what of a womanizer.

Skills: Multi-lingual (Spanish, Portuguese, English, little Arabic)
Sixth Sense
Advanced Combat Medicine
Construction and Demolition
Expert marksman
Helicopter license (from a Bell Jet Ranger to a Mi-24 gunship)


Weapons:

Primary: LWRC M6A2 Carbine
Secondary: LaRue Tactical OBR
Sidearm: Kimber M1911A1
Gear: CIRAS vest
or Low profile vest
Various Weapons attachments (red dots, suppressors, infrared illuminators, lights, etc.)
Military Rucksack

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Character Name: Victor Kroe

Callsign:
Death

Age:
32
Birthplace:
Elizabeth Fort, Ireland
Team:
Echo
Occupation:
Operations and Intelligence

Specialty:
Hostage situations

Pre-Service History:
Served six years in the Army Ranger Wing, before moving to America, working as an operations sergeant for the United States Force Reconnaissance, 'The Four Horsemen' until being recruited by the DMC

Service History:
Five years

Biography:
Born in Southern, ireland, Victor was exposed to war at a very early age. His father was a powerful IRA leader, a very skilled motivational speaker..so many followed just his words. At a very early age, he was taught to hate the British..often used in IRA operations to ambush British forces...as he became older, he trained with the IRA...himself becoming a child solider.
As soon as he was able, he enlisted in the military. His performance excelled as a solider, and was quickly recommended for special forces . However, his psychological examination was...irregular, and subjected him to a project in the untied states.

Personality:

Skills:
CQC Operations, Infiltration and intelligence
Weapons:
Primary:
M4A1 Carbine w/ Forward handgrip, Supressor, ACOG 4x Sight, Laser
Secondary:
KRISS Vector w/ Suppressor, Foregrip, holographic sights, collapsible stock
Sidearm:
Stalken 92ES w/ Single/ Auto fire, Suppressor, Extended magizine

Gear:
UGOA Modular Warfare system;
Nanotech Scrubber/ Air Bladder
Tactical Vest
Rebreather
Combat PDA
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Character Name: Nicolas DeLaney

Callsign:

Age: 35

Birthplace: NE England

Team: Echo

Occupation: Combat medic

Specialty: Anesthetist/Critical Care Specialist (Combat Medic)

Pre-Service History:

Nick began his training as a Nurse at the age of 18, qualifying at 21 he worked several years in critical care areas before turning his hand to medicine, Taking the accelerated MB BS he finished his foundation training at the age of 29 his final year being done on the front lines of Afghanistan and Iraq. Several tours and detachments later Nick was given his Captain's pips and shipped off to the 16 Medical Regiment providing support for the Air assault Brigade where he was picked up for extra work elsewhere. Places Nick won't say and his superiors at the DMS know all about already. His subordinates also know that Dr's in the army don't use their weapons unless in self defense and from Nick's pistol and rifle training he must have defended himself a lot.

Service History:
Been on and off with the DMS 4 years, favours for Mr. Church here and there often nearby when a mission is at risk of going sour (which seems to be more often than not of late)

Biography:
His life story is his service, first a nurse, then a doctor, now a soldier and a doctor something of a dichotomy. He has never forgotten his nurse training and uses it to influence his medical and surgical practice. He has worked hard to get to where he is coming from a working class background in the north east, paying his own way through med school (he didn't graduate top of his class and at times there was talk of throwing him out) but that's really it. He's seen more desert than he cares for, more blood than one could believe and he's called it so many times and he remembers every name, something that can be seen in his eyes every time and a vengeance that is lived every time he does draw his weapon.

Personality:

Nick isn't a bad person, nor is he Jesus, Ghandi or Buddah (not to mention Ghandi wasn't the nicest bloke in the world) He's seen a lot of things and because of church he's seen a lot of things that he wishes he had never seen, trying listen to a briefing where he's being told that some nutjob wishes to unleash the 7 plagues of Egypt, a Zombie virus or genetically grown Aryan super soldiers is more than his mind can cope with some times and has already had an impact. Not on his work but on his bedside manner, and his humor. He used to be a light humored easy going med student polite after meeting church, Joe and the rest his humor changed, he darkened, he aged quickly and spends fifteen minutes every morning plucking the grey hairs out of his head.

Skills: He's a combat medic, anesthetist/critical care specialist Dr.

Weapons:
Sidearm: Sig P 226

Gear: On deployment he's pretty much a walking trauma centre. Defrib, Chest drains, gauze, shears, clamps, ventilation, pain relief, Emergency drugs (lots of em) certain antitoxins stitches, gloves. You need it chances are he's got it. Evene down to blister plasters and spare water purification tablets. Oh and anti histamines for his hayfever.

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Character Name: Doctor Cassey Jane Reynolds

Callsign: Medic

Age: 23

Birthplace: Vancouver, Canada

Team: Echo

Occupation: Trauma Surgeon

Specialty: Medic

Pre-Service History: Cassey, worked in a hospital for about a year before she was recruited by the DMS. She started off as a general surgeon and found that she needed a little more challenge so she moved on to trauma, her work is impeccable, clean, and quick. When someone's life is in your hands, you need to be precise and that is exactly how she worked.

Service History: Cassey has not been in the military for very long but she has been there long enough to see sights one never wants to see again. Right off the bat she began, in a small tent, known as the medical tent, from ripped limbs to head injuries, soldiers were being brought in constantly. If by chance they can't get to her, she goes to them using the med-pack, which virtually has everything in it.

Biography: Cassey lived a relatively simple life, well not exactly, her mother was a nurse and her father a rocket scientist so she kind of got her brains from them. She had a minor case of ADHD, okay maybe a major case but that's not important.

She has three brother, all of whom are protective of her, there's her brother Joey who is in the military much like herself, Kyle a Bio-Chem Technician and Robert a Teacher.

As mentioned before, she is in the military, why or how she was accepted, everyone wonders but she knows the reason, she is good at what she does. Many people ask how and why. Does her child like demeanor and ADHD keep her from concentrating? Sometimes, but not on the job. How did she get her MD? Is she stupid? All of these she's heard spreading around but to her, her personality is what keeps her sane in this place.

Personality: Cassey is a cooky and witty individual. Some wonder how she even gets by in life and how she survives this world but in truth she does really have an answer to that. Cas care a lot about people, even people she doesn't really know. She likes to help people and see people with a smile on their face. If Cassey sees you sad or unhappy she will do anything and everything in her power to fix it, even if it involves making herself look like an idiot.

Some people call her naive and others call her plain stupid. Those people are way wrong. Cas is actually very smart, especially for her age. She graduated school early and went to college when she was in my teens and even got her medical degree. So she is technically a certified doctor. Yeah you can trust her, she hasn't killed anyone yet...

Cassey has a child-like personality and most people can tell right off the bat that she is a kid at heart. She likes to live life to the fullest and doesn't tend to take things for granted. She sees the good in everything and the amusement in the little things. Once you get to know her and get past all this childishness, you'll be shocked at what you can find.

Skills: Stitches, Organ Repair, Transplants, Medicine

Weapons:
Sidearm: Hand Gun she barely uses

Gear: Gauze, Medication for all sorts of things, Stitching Equipment, Scalpel, Drains, Clamps, Sterilizer and various other medical and surgical utensils.

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Character Name:
Christopher H. Strider

Callsign:
Hex

Age:
Thirty-two

Birthplace:
San Diego, California

Team:
Echo

Occupation:
Designated Marksman

Specialty:
Long-distance marksmanship, technical support, and piloting

Pre-Service History:
Christopher was born in San Diego, California, and grew up less than a mile from the beach. Despite his athletic looks, Christopher spent most of his time indoors, learning about computers. He’s a skilled hacker, and spent a short time working as a counter-hacker and as a security specialist for a security software company that specialized in trying to hack through their firewalls to show any holes in their defenses.

By the age of sixteen, he decided he wanted to join the military. He scored a 98 on the ASVAB, and joined the Air Force, first acting as minor tech support, before switching to helicopter piloting, and finally a longer term position as a sniper.

Service History:
After a few years of honing his expertise with a sniper rifle, the DMS contacted him through a recruiter, which they used to find able volunteers. He agreed, and signed on with them. His skill sets are varied, though he’s mostly deployed as either a scout, or a long-range engagement specialist.

Biography:
Growing up in California left a lot of scars on Christopher’s body. A long boarding accident when he was fifteen caused a scar on his left elbow just below his shoulder, and a few dozen smaller scars lining his back. A fight with a mugger gave him a scar under his right cheek bone, where the knife caught him and another on the left side of his left arm, where once again, the knife struck. Should’ve seen the other guy.

However, he never considered his life to be bad. His parents were caring and always supported him—mostly because he worked out, unlike most kids who spent their time constantly on the computer—and gave him some of what he wanted, and all of what he needed. High school life was never bad either, save the bad grades that came from his lack of a desire to do his work—though by the end of it, he still managed to be ranked in the top fifty students of his over six hundred fellow students.

The military was hard on him, unforgiving almost. He loved it. They motivated him to work and to try, and actually made him work to achieve. He moved forward through ranks quickly, and attended college under an officer training program, before heading back to the military to become a pilot, and eventually a sniper.

Personality:
Christopher is sarcastic, almost to the point of being a complete a**. Though he likes to go into things with a less than serious attitude, he takes most of his work very seriously. When he’s not with people he knows, he prefers to stay quiet, only jumping into conversations when he has something to say, then jumping back out of them.

Skills:
Computer hacking
Helicopter piloting
Expert Marksman
Technology Knowledge
Basic Auto-Repair Skills

Weapons:

Primary: SR-25 DMR
Secondary: CheyTac M200 Intervention
Sidearm: M1911A1
Gear: M18A1 Claymore
.408 Chey Tac ammunition
7.62x51mm NATO ammunition
Interceptor Body Armor

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Character Name: James Heisenburg

Call sign:

Age: 25

Birthplace: Frankfurt, Germany.

Team: Echo

Occupation: Researcher

Specialty: Human Cellular Growth Studies, Viral Weapons Disease Researcher.

Pre-Service History: James attended a series of classes after High School for Human Cellular Growth at one of the top research places in the country. After he graduated he started to secretly help the government with project to end certain diseases publically but to store them for military use if ever needed.


Service History: James has been with the Office of Naval Intelligence for 4 years prior to being recruited into the DMS just recently. He would work on secret military projects with Viral Weapons in a lab below Washington D.C. until his superiors transfered him over.


Biography: James had always been secretive with his life outside of the Military and Government Affairs. He was born in Germany but moved to Washington State at 3 years of ages after his parents got laid off from their jobs. He would attend school and several years later hit High School. He always was at the top of his classes and would graduate High School at 16 years old gaining enough credits from the fact he finished classes earlier than everyone else and superceeded them in credits. He then went on to MIT and Majored in Human Cellular Growth Studies which at the time was a field no one wanted to venture down. After he graduated at 21 he joined up with the Navy's Intelligence Division and worked on projects with them until his transfer into the Department of Military Sciences.

Personality: James is a very mellow person. When he isn't conducting research in a lab or out in the field he can be found in his room writing in his journal to relieve some of the stress he's going through. That or he's sleeping. Other than that he's a little shy when he's around new faces but opens up really quick.

Skills: Knowledge of Human Cellular Growth, Knowledge in Viral Weapons Research, Can operate most lab equip.

Weapons:

Primary/Secondary/Sidearm: He owns a basic 9mm Pistol for emergencies in case something happens.

Gear: He usually wears the basic lab outside (White labcoat, blue shirt, black tie, black pants, and shoes). Other than that he uses what ever gear is in the lab at the time.

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Character Name: Johnathan Wayne Montegomery

Callsign: Cowboy

Age: 39

Birthplace: Beaumont, Texas

Team: Bravo

Occupation: Classified

Specialty: Infiltration and Extraction

Pre-Service History:
Will's family moved from Texas to Paris when he was sixteen. At seventeen and a half, he joined up with the French Foreign Legion. Following the fifteen week training course, Monetgomery was only of the only Legionnaires in his regiment to be promoted without the proper qualifications. He was promoted to the rank of Adjudant Chef, at the age of twenty-eight; three years before the mark where the promotion would have usually taken place. He resigned from the Legion and returned to the United States, where he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. There, due to his prior experience with the Legion, he was assigned a company of the First Marine Expeditionary Force and given the rank of Captain. After resigning from the USMC at the age of 36, he's taken several Black Ops, intel gathering, and assassination jobs for the United States Government.

Service History:
After returning stateside from another part of the world, Johnathan was approached by DMS during his leave in Texas. Given his service record around the world and at home, Cowboy took the position offered him, stating "Good, I was starting to get bored." He's been with the DMS for a year and a half.

Biography:
Johnathan Wayne Montegomery was born in Beaumont, Texas to the daughter of a ranch owner and a French woman who had left back to Versailles. His father had been a highly decorated Marine Recon Sniper who had served in Vietnam. Due to his father's discipline, Johnathan was raised almost as if he were being bred into a fighting machine. At the age of sixteen, the young cowboy was transplanted to Versailles due to his parents deciding to go care for his grandmother. There, he joined up with the French Foreign Legion and served in countless campaigns over the course of the next eleven years. He'd served in Rwanda, Somalia, Sarajevo, The Central African Republic, The Congo, Macedonia, and briefly in Afghanistan. When he resigned from the Legion as one of the youngest and most highly decorated soldiers in the Second Foreign Infantry Regiment. From there, he moved back to Beaumont, and on September 21, 2001, shipped off to boot camp for the United States Marine Corps. From there, he ranked up until he made Captain and was given command over Charlie company of the First Marine Expeditionary Force. From there, he primarily served his tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, though returned to Somalia before retiring from his tenure in the Corps. In his time in both military factions, Johnathan has received training from countless foreign agencies, and knows how to handle almost any combat situation.

Personality: While Johnathan is highly trained, he knows when to switch off, and rarely seems as though he takes his job seriously. He's almost never seen in a Battle Dress Uniform, or formal military dress. It's generally blue jeans, t-shirt, baseball cap, and cowboy boots for him.

Skills: Tactical Movement
Explosive Ordinance Disposal
Hand-to-hand Combat
Stealth
Extraction
Evasion
Recon
Precision Driving


Weapons:

Primary: Custom FAMAS F1 Assault Rifle
Secondary: M4A1 Custom
Sidearm: USP .45 Competition
Gear: USMC Rucksack
Ballistics vest, with attachments
EOD gear
Weapon Attachments
C4 and Plastic Explosives

CHARLIE

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Jet Marie Leblanc

Callsign: Pistol Annie

Age:28

Birthplace: San Antonio, Texas

Team: Bravo

Occupation: Soldier

Specialty: Close-Combat, Infiltration, and Negotiating

Pre-service history: Guildhall School of Music and Drama graduate. Actress/Musician/Cage Fighter.
Self-trained pistoleer.

Service History: 2 years with the DMS, currently studying chinese martial arts.

Biography: Jet is twin to her younger brother, Pierre. Born in San Antonio to Christina Dolores Ortuno and Phillipe Antonio Leblanc. Born as French-Mexican Americans, they were taught French, Spanish, English, Latin, and Arabic. At the moment of Jet's birth, her parents had already decided her fate. She was to be a famous artist. So from a very young age, her parent's made sure she'd done everything from; ballet, theatre, singing, piano recidals, and dance performances. Jet exceeded at everything her parents threw at her, and was accepted into Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London at age 17. It was during her time in London, between performing at venues and attending classes, that she purchased her first handgun and began teaching herself to shoot. Like most of her art abilities, she'd exceeded fairly quick at this as well, and fell in love with the hobby. At 23, Jet recieved her Master of Arts degree and was, by this point, a professional singer for local clubs, parties, weddings, and major events. She'd also performed several plays on broadway, Chicago being her biggest. Now at 24 and with a steady income, Jet found a place out outside of London and continued her target practice as a pass time. She was now shooting with 2 HK P30s; owned 2 9mm Glock Chromodas, and a small Beretta PX4. And shot everyone of them with perfect precision. But it wasn't just the thrill of shooting that she loved, she noticed she had an ever growing interest in combat as well. She adjusted her schedules to work less so that she could study a new art; and a little more closer to home, Apache Knife Fighting. She'd met a skilled man of the art online and set up several meetings with him. She also looked into joining an underground fight club to practice hand to hand combat, and possibly knock off some stress. Just 2 years later, crammed with work and underground cage fights; Jet had made something of herself; something more than a professional venue singer. She was a fighter
and she liked it. And so did the DMS.

Personality: Jet appears to be calm and easy going but is actually a very stubborn,
and short tempered woman. It's these qualities, though, that have given her her determination to succeed. She's a very lively character outside of work, but carries a lot of stress and is rarely ever seen sober. Though a harmless Diva to the media, she's very crude; outspoken, and dangerous. She's an intelligent woman who thinks on her feet, lives in the moment, and learns very quickly. Unless on a mission, you'll only see her in her discreet gear and loose gypsy-like clothing.

Skills:
Multi-lingual (French, Spanish, English, Latin, and Arabic.)
Fast & Agile
Expert Pistoleer
Precision Shooting
Lying & Persuasion
Close-Combat
Unarmed Fighting
...and she plays the guitar.

Weapons:
Primary - 2, FN FiveSevens
Secondary - Cold Steel Kobun
Sidearm- Beretta Px4 Storm

Battle Gear- Elite Survival Tactical Holster Vest,
Galco Gladius Belt Holster (right and left hand),
Several cartridges of 5.7x28mm Ammo,
A cartridge of 9x19mm Parabellum Ammo,,
Sunglasses
Bandana
Ipod nano

(Mostly out of mission gear)
Discreet Gear - Ballistic Vest (depends on clothing)
Ankle Knife Holster,
Ankle Gun Holster,
Spiked Knuckles
9x19 Parabellum Ammo,
Shoulder-strap bag with female accessories
Pack of Cigs and lighter

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Dr./CptnNick DeLaney
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“I solemnly pledge myself to consecrate my life to the service of humanity"
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]It was the sound of the biscuits opening first, Nick knew it all too well. The only easily accessible vanilla wafers in proximity to the hospital were at Cafe Nero. The smell came next, fresh americano, for Nick. Not his visitor, the final two things to appear were the hulking shadow. The shadow of a man in is sixties with no softening of middle age. And then the voice. "Captain DeLaney" it spoke. Nick closed his eyes, resistance was usless "Yes Sir?" he replied somewhat scornfully as he turned about to face the mountain of a man again. "I'm really hoping you're here visiting relatives?" Church's eyes narrowed a little before he took a step towards Nick, "Not that I hope your relatives are sick" Nick back pedaled "I just meant that I really hope that you're not here to whisk me away from my work in the middle of shift on some insane mission to the arse end of god knows where so that I can get shot at, attacked by zombies, vampires or god only knows what dreamed up by some mad scientist in his my first genetics lab...." Church handed Nick the coffee "I shouldn't do this, it looks like you've had too many of these already" he added as he looked at the thick black coffee. "Black as night, sweet as sin" he stated as Nick plucked the paper cup from his hand. "Damn right" the younger man replied as he plucked a vanilla wafer from Church's hand. "You're here with a job aren't you?" he asked his entire body sinking as he began to drink the treacle in his hand a small amount slopping down his green scrubs. "Let's use my office so I don't disturb the porters" he sighed as he gestured down a corridor.


The "office" was not quite a regular office, it was about the same size as Nick's bunk room back at DMS Baltimore it had a desk, chair and a bunk bed. All taken straight out of the Ikea catalog, "Please" Nick gestured to the lower bunk, "Take a seat" he himself perched on the desk and pushed the window wide open and leant back against it's frame. At the back of the desk was a packet of cigarettes. Grabbing them and swiggling round so that one leg hunng out the window Nick opened the packet and pulled out a lighter and a single cigarette. "I'd offer but I already know the answer" he took a long draw and blew the smoke from the window...



5 hours later

Nick stood outside the warehouse and sighed. He was still dressed in his scrubs with the rucksack he had taken to work at the start of the week on his back that had his laptop, a PSP and a book for entertainment. "welcome back" he muttered to himself as he lit up his first cigarette since the on-call suite the previous day. Taking a few draws he was approached from behind, "DeLaney" the voice announced, "Good to have you back". Nick whirled on his heels and looked the man up and down. "Dr. Sanchez" Nick replied a wry smile curling up on his face as he took another draw. "You've lost weight" the Psychiatrist stated somewhat matter of factly "yeah and You've gained it yeh fat b*****d". Nick dropped his cigarette to the floor and rubbed his heel on it. "I've gotta run Rudy, I'll catch up with you inside" With a polite nod of his head Nick set off into the warehouse met with greetings from several other members of the team as he made his way for the coffee machine then his bunk.

The place had been cleaned thankfully since he had last been in there, no ash on the floor, empy bottles of booze from his last night on deployment and thankfully no more blood. It had been an interesting night and one that he wished he could remember more of. Stripping out of his scrubs he grabbed a shower gel that some one had picked up for him along with a few other things and pulled a towel around his waist before heading off for a shower.

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