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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:11 pm
Dj sugested that I post the posts for my random character "Leharl" in the RP quest area. Therefore, here they are.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:13 pm
Komitadjie Leharl waved at Kouga from his vantage halfway up an adjoining hill. "Hey, good to see you again!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:17 pm
Komitadjie Leharl grins and walks down the hill, watching his feet carefully as hops over several things that are not immediately visible. "So, how have you been doing of late?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:21 pm
Komitadjie By way of reply, Leharl gestures to the top of the hill where the tip of a black rotor blade is barely visible. "I've been working on constructing a decent place to land around here, and setting some security up for the Cobra." He gestures at several points on the hill. "There's some toys in the weeds there, be careful and watch your step if you decide to go up."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:25 pm
Komitadjie "Quiet is nearly always a good thing," Leharl nods. "So far I have not seen them again clearly, but I have spotted traces of movement on the IR several times while overflying the woods east of here." He shrugs. "Still no chances to hit them, though, and rockets cost to much to waste on shadows."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:29 pm
Komitadjie "I hope so. I wish I knew more about whatever it is I am hunting. Not knowing makes me nervous. When I'm flying low and slow like that..." He makes a 'popping bubble' gesture with his paws. "I'm an easy target. I just hope they don't have SAMs."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:33 pm
His profile that I should have really posted in the beginning:
Name: Leharl
Age: 32
Height: 5’8’’
Weight: 150lbs
Fur: Red
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray
Background: From a middle-class family, completed high school and four years of college, then joined the Marine Corps. Assigned as a pilot, served two terms flying the AH1W. Honorable discharge, currently a ‘consultant’ for a wealthy corporate CEO, performs advisory duties. Also serves as a limited-time Merc, within the constraints of his personal code of honor.
Personality: Quiet and reserved, Leharl spends much of his time alone, usually either at the shooting range with his arsenal of rare, exotic and high-tech weapons collected from around the world, or flying his personal AH1W. The helicopter was purchased for him on the surplus market by his corporate sponsor in the form of individual components as partial payment for one of his jobs, then rebuilt by Leharl personally. Leharl loves the helicopter like a child, and he takes great pains to keep it in the best of mechanical and visual condition.
Equipment: Although Leharl is proficient with many weapons, he favors a Mechem NTW-20 that he purchased while on a mission to South Africa. Recently he has begun experimenting with a Barrett XM-109 Payload Rifle, but he is not sure enough of the weapon to take it on missions. He carries a Colt M1911A1 as his sidearm, with a threaded barrel for a Gemtech Blackside silencer. He also usually carries a KaBar infantry knife, although his knife-fighting skills are no better than average. His most common mission garment is a gilli suit that he customizes to the mission parameters, over a suit of custom-fitted PointBlank Level IV body armour.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:35 pm
Komitadjie Leharl chuckles ruefully. "I'm ALWAYS cautious." He watches Kouga check the perimeter, patting his own weapon, currently slung across his chest, in an unthinking gesture. "Caution is a good thing, especially when you have no perimeter like this."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:37 pm
Komitadjie Leharl grins at the retreating back and walks back up the hill, carefully avoiding the tripwires strung through the weeds. "May as well preflight the Cobra for tonight's patrol." He steps past the last bushes and into a clearing, his AH-1W sitting serenely in the center of the area.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:19 pm
Komitadjie Leharl walks around the Cobra, pulling pins and checking cable connections before flight. He ducks under the right stub wing, checking the plugs to the Hydra-70 pods. "Hmm... have to replace this one before long." He pokes at the wire in question, noting the degree of burning on the insulation from engine blast.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:24 pm
Komitadjie He finishes his walkaround, heading up to the cockpit. He climbs the side of the fuselage using the toe holds, tossing his helmet into the cockpit. A quick jump takes him over the cockpit rail, and he settles into the back seat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:31 pm
Komitadjie Leharl pulls the battered old helmet onto his head, adjusting the earphones over his pointed ears. He toggles the radio on and makes his usual preflight call, even though there is no one in particular to hear. "Cobra One, take off and patrol to the east. Stand by for updates and sightings. Cobra One, Out." He opens the throttle and pulls the starter trigger, the innertial starter making its normal upscaling whine as it cranks the turbine.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:39 pm
Komitadjie The turbine catches, its hissing whine building on itself as it spools up. The rotor blaces begin to chop at the air as Leharl watches the engine temperature guages spike, then drop back to normal temperatures. He lets the engine idle for a few moments, then twists in the throttle and pulls the collective up, bringing the Cobra into a low hover as he works the controls, making sure they all function correctly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 9:10 pm
Komitadjie Leharl lifts the Cobra into the air, dropping the nose as he picks up airspeed and climbs off to the east. His eyes are glued to the infrared camera in the nose as the terrain passes below, shown in varying shades of red and white. He sweeps around to the east, beginning a long series of ladderlike sweeps across the forrest, hunting for the unseen creatures that lurk there.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 9:54 pm
Komitadjie Leharl passes over the trackless forest, his rotors slapping the air as he adjusts the collective and cyclic in the delicate balancing act that flying a helicopter is. His eyes sweep from his guages, to the IR camera, to the ground and back in an endless cycle as he carefully and precisely follows his search pattern, covering the area thoroughly outwards from his landing area to the east.
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