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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:52 pm
This is a listing and quick synopsis of NPC's that are commonly around the PC's of this story. Your character is likely to interact with them and the people who usually play them may not be around, or you may need another character to play temporarily. Therefore, these are written down so you can have a basic understanding of the characters and hopefully play them correctly if need be. Skeleton: *Name
*Age
*Height
*Rank
*Personality
*likes and Dislikes
*short Appearance
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:37 pm
Name: Tsung Kwon
Age: 24
Height & Weight: 5'9" & 180 lbs.
Rank: Private First Class
Personality: Youthful and energetic and eager to get the job done. In many senses he is simply a more reserved Jack Gallagher. This is largely due to his brother-like bond with the older Daniel Rutthinger who fills a gap that has existed for such a lengthy time in Kwon's life, providing a proper role model to replace the one that was suddenly stolen from him all those years ago. Despite his attempts to emulate the tranquil and level-headed Ruth, he is still very much his aggressive self in combat, both verbally and physically. Confident and a quick-thinker, he unknowingly is the more active element of a dynamic duo that is nigh unstoppable on the battlefield.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes the ladies, the good times (and the bad as they make the good times better), a party (or five), basketball, hard rock, some techno, and comedy. Dislikes the vulgarity of your average trooper, smoking, drugs, and any degree of self-centered behavior.
Short Appearance: Despite being short for a male, he has a solid frame and seems almost as if he his somehow too big for his own frame. He has a tattoo on his right shoulder of a phoenix poised around the border of the muscle. Its tail coils toward the center, wrapped around an infant child, as if to protect it. The immortal bird's empty eyes stare outward at any who would challenge its claim. His black hair is buzz cut short (duh) and his eyes are a piercing crystal green that seem to light up his face. They are the portals through which his innate energy is made visible; any who look at him know he is a man of action.
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Name: Daniel "Ruth" Rutthinger
Age: 28
Height & Weight: 6'00" & 170 lbs.
Rank: Private First Class
Personality: He is perhaps the epitome of a mild temperament. There are very few things that can light the fire in his heart, and even those that do will rarely elicit a response on the surface. He's a welcome member to any group, known for his level-headed decision making and focus. He's mindful of all parameters, easily capable of maintaining a view of the larger picture. To many he is the image of a wise and graceful elder who speaks only when necessary despite being only twenty-eight. He is indeed very intelligent, and has been on more than one occasion asked why he never joined the engineer corps. His response has always been, "There are those far more skillful than I maintaining the war machine; my place is aiding those driving it on the field, making sure that their sight is clear and purpose true." This statement is perhaps the closest thing to a single-sentence explanation of Ruth. He rubs off on everyone, even those who only know him for a few minutes, and he's the rock in the storm for anyone that asks.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes books, philosophy, mechanical technology/engineering, order, honesty, honor, and any music that doesn't have actual words for lyrics. Dislikes the vulgarity of the average soldier, any self-centered behavior, any mind-altering substances (even the lesser ones like sugar and caffeine), conflict (ironically), and the lesser half of the human mind (preconceptions, bigotry, etc.).
Short Appearance: Ruth's military-approved haircut is a rather commonplace blond color, and his features are rather unremarkable. His eyes are the focal point of his face, what really draw people to him. They're a deep, vibrant blue, like staring into the very soul of the ocean itself. If Poseidon were to exist, Ruth had the God's irises. They were deep as the waters of Earth and held an old soul, an entity that had seen much and remembered much. This... aura seemed to radiate throughout his entire face and even his entire body. His movements are graceful and swift and he carries an air of... tenderness and warmth, something that everyone feels simply by being in his presence.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:20 pm
Name: Benario "Benny" Mortego
Age: 21
Height & Weight: 5'10" & 165 lbs.
Rank: Private Second Class
Personality: Benny isn't much of a talker, knowing he comes off awkwardly in social situations. However, he also knows he's kind and caring, often to a fault. It makes him look soft to the men and like a pushover to women. As such he has difficulty making friends among the battle-hardened soldiers that are Terran Marines. This could perhaps be alleviated were he to meet some nice pilots, but he has no such luck being a member of one of- if not THE- most active squadrons in the Terran military. Ultimately, though, he doesn't care. He just wants to help his squad make it through alive and end this war so he can find a nice place to live, find a woman who can accept him, and raise a family that cares. Some people would call him simple, others would say naive and weak. A p***y, to many Marines. Mortego says ******** them. He doesn't live for them, but himself. He knows his place, and he knows who he is, and that strong resolve is what makes him a dependable and strong-willed, albeit quiet, man as opposed to spineless, sniveling combat medic.
Likes and Dislikes: Goal-oriented achievement, all that light-hearted music on the radio YOU CAN'T STAND because it talks about love, and morals, and the good life, his family & friends, baseball, skiing, and the occasional historical fiction (he has an interest in American Immigration period).
Short Appearance: Benario gets away with having slightly longer raven hued hair due to his status as a combat medic, but it still only falls halfway down his forehead. His eyes are a dark, rather unremarkable brown, but when he smiles it can illuminate a room. He's lanky, rather skinny for a soldier, but then again... he isn't. He's a medic. When in gear, he seems to stand taller and more firmly than without; it's as if the burden of his gear elicits an equal and opposite response; when a challenge is presented, Mortego is always one to rise to the call, despite his rather unheroic appearance and quiet demeanor.
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