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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:37 pm
Okay, Basically the Master Chief is supposed to be the last spartan ever, but have you ever wondered if there were more?
This is your time to invent your own spartan and fight along side the Master Chief. Rules are as follows:
1)No God moding
2)When posting your character's description post it like so:
Name:
Gender:
Armor Color:
Best Skill:
3)Language is not a problem.
4)Be creative
5)Have fun
P.S. If you want to be an alien state your race and what side you are on. Sanctioned 05/17/2008; 7:55 AM (PST)
This user created role play has been sanctioned by Destitution and will remain active such as long as the owner sees fit. This thread will not be deleted or modified without the creators permission. All characters and story lines in this user created role play will not intertwine with the main role plays'.
Destitution; Mr. Hammer
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:45 pm
Name: Thira
(Nickname)The Night Pheonix
Gender: Female
Armor Color: Black
Best Skill: Aiming
(Optional)Personality: Cool, calm and collected, Thira has a habit of looking for danger. Likewise, it would appear that she is also a magnet for trouble. A gifted speaker, she can talk her team out of any situation, but if that fails, her next resort is guns. She's one hundred percent loyal and dedicated and reliable in a tough spot. A true aim, she's never missed her target......yet.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 7:50 am
Name: Theo
Gender: Male
Number: 054
Nickname: Blue-Five or Sierra-054
Armor Color: Sage Green [Faded]
Best Skill: Weapons Handling
Second Best Skill: Hand-to-Hand Combat
Personality: Not calm but never rambunctious, Theo has a temper that never gets the better of him.
[Well now, I usually don't allow someone to create an RP inside of our large one but I figure why not try something new! Next time though, just ask. ;D
Alright, so how do we start this off? Who, what, where, when, and why?]
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 11:55 am
(You can begin this story on the run by yourself or as the Captain of a rescue team.)
Thira dived behind a huge boulder as mutiple needle like bullets flew over head and exploded agianst the cliff wall behind her. She leaned around the boulder and let out her own barrage of needlers.
The Butes backed off to find their own cover. Thira ducked behind another outcropping. She needed to get this info to headquarters.
Another barrage of bullets sailed over her head.
'As soon as I can get out of here!' she thought sullenly.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 6:28 pm
Name: Ari
Gender: Male
Armor Color: Standard Marine Green
Best Skill: Good trigger finger
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 1:02 am
Thira ran through the ravine, the Brutes rught behind her. She was getting tired of ducking and dodging.
'This is RIDICULOUS!!!'she thought desperately.
She threw her useless and empty needlers to the ground and glanced around. She needed a new weapon. Preferably one that had a good hit percentage. All around her were bodies claimed by the the flood or the Covenant. It shouldn't have been so difficult to find a weapon! Her black armor glinted in the moonlight as she ran at full speed. She needed a miracle. Soon!
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 10:04 am
Name: Scorch, Sierra-098
Gender: Male.
Armor Color: Steel with a faded gold secondary color
Best Skill: Close Combat
Secondary Skill: Demolitions.
Personality: Scorch loves having "fun." His definition of fun is something exploding in someone's face. Always looking for a fight, he graduated near the top of his class in Close range combat.
Scorch sat crouched down, handling a strip of demolition tape. "This will leave a nice suprise for the bastards..." Priming the detonator, he took off sprinting into the distance. He was supposedly running at a 45 degree angle to another loner, and wanted to close the distance without bringing hell down upon the other Spartans. Cueing in his COM, he said quietly "This is Sierra-098, Any UNSC personnel please respond."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 1:13 pm
Thira started as her short wave-length radio picked up a transmission. It wasn't anybody in the Covenant. She had modified her radio to block out any unneeded signals. This was a Spartan!! She tucked into a ball and somersaulted under a plasma shot that melted a hole in the rock where her head had been only moments before.
She was pinned down, she realized as she braced her back against the sheer rock face. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something glinting in the monlight.
It was a Plasma rifle! Luck was on her side today. She dove for it and swung around, swinging the weapon into a desirable shooting distance.
" Take THIS you bastards!!"she cried and she pulled the trigger, felling three brutes where they stood. She turned and started running again, shooting as she ran.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 2:17 pm
Theo exercised his natural born right and waited silently in the dark, his armour a maelstrom of green and brown. This night he had been awarded with the special S-4 Type K Reconnaissance armor, a light weight variant of the MJOLNIR Mark V. Using this to his advantage he had created a plan, and as he heard his comrade Scorch over the COM, realized everything was going accordingly. Placing a way point on himself Theo called them over TEAMCOM, "all SPARTANs rendezvous on me."
[Typing on my iPod Touch is a b***h.]
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 7:01 pm
Scorch heard a distant whump behind him, and the status indicator on the detonator flashed red and went out. "Serves you bastards right..." Ammunition wasn't an issue for him. Since his bag of "joy" was empty from the traps he set for the Covenant, it was now full of Assault rifle clips, pistols, and assorted weaponry. It wasn't much, but it could hold a single SPARTAN for a time. A green status light flashed on his HUD and Scorch heard a voice over his COM. "All SPARTANs rendevous on me." Definitely another SPARTAN. Skidding to a halt, Scorch turned and sprinted off in the direction of the flashing waypoint.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 6:26 pm
Name: Dex
Gender: Male
Number: 078
Nickname: Soap
Armor Color: Battle Scarred White
Best Skill: Weapons Handling
Second Best Skill: Computer Skills
Personality: A very quick and decisive person. He has a temper that can get out of hand at times.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 6:34 pm
Dex climbed past a mound of rocks as beam rifles shot over him. He looked North of him and saw a dropped plasma rifle about 17 yards away. Hmm, my little pistol or that son of a b****. He noticed that the beam rifles fired twice every 4 seconds. At that moment, 2 shots shot the area of open space North of him just a few inches away. He ran for the rifle shooting the pistol towards some purple dots and saw one drop. He rolled on the ground and grabbed the rifle. He heard over his com, "All Spartans Rendezvous on me," and got the Coordinates. Good thing I installed this GPS device on my helmet, or it would take forever to get there. He thought. He jumped out of cover and began making his way towards the waypoint.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 7:59 am
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:32 am
Limit was a lone ranger, a hiding green figure within the brush. Brutes rushed past. With only a knife? Was his leap suicide? No. The first went down silently. The figures long jump brought him against the brutes back. Knife falling down in the moonlight cutting right through the back of its throat. Blood, it was the only noise. Its brute brother's could smell the blood yet it was mixed with everything else. He vanished. Leaping behind a black smoldering boulder. Awaiting for them to move along. This they did. Creeping from cover he ran. Fast, long strides and a second leap. This time they noticed the enemy. It was to late for the first. Great metal clad hands squished the brutes gray muscular neck. Swinging his weight to the right Limit's one ton weight brought out the satisfying crunching noise of its neck breaking in two. Wind pipe twisting upon itself. Rendering it dead.
Sadly there was the second. Spiker in hand and the rounds were already flying. His retort was the others spiker, a few spiked rounds into the enemies face brought a vicious roar. At this he flew forward fingers burying deep within the beasts little eyes. The eyes buried themselves with its skull. Blood oozed from the demolished sockets. The beast crumbled to the earth. Three down...
"Goodness.." Limit sighed to himself. Moving swiftly back into concealment.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 4:33 pm
Thira heard her radio crackle. A voice came in through the other side, "All SPARTANS rendevouz on me!"
'Sure.' she thought.'If these damn Covenant idiots would let me!"
She fired off another volley of plasma. Taking a step back, she felt the fragile cliff ledge give way underneath her weight.
'OH s**t!' she thought as she fell towards the quickly increasing ground below.'Can this night get any worse?'
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