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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 3:24 am
Profile Submissions This is where you must come to submit your profiles, and use the format provided in the profiles thread. And just to not make it hard on you, it will be provided here as well. You must submitt your profile here, and you will be prompted to post it in the Listings thread after having been checked for basic errors. If you wish to have a full critique, please feel free to request one, but it is not necessary. However, please refrain from posting in roleplays before your profile is in the Listings thread, unless otherwise noted. [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Focus of Training:[/b] This should name what 'kind' of solider you are. Would you rather sneak in and out of the bunker without detection -- stealth -- or are you more of the kind of solider that goes in guns blazing? (Demolitions, Heavy Weapons). These are only a few examples. Please put what is needed to define your character.
[b]Appearance:[/b] This should include your characters age, height and weight, as well as a general description of their hair, eyes, build, and other physical descriptors. You would also do well to describe your clothing. Using your avatar as a base is not acceptable.
[b]Personality:[/b] How does your character think, act, and behave. This will require at least a paragraph.
[b]Belongings:[/b] This includes weapons, as well as anything else you would happen to possess. Don't just list things.
[b]Other:[/b] There is no definite criteria for this, just to include any information that you think we need to know.
[b]History:[/b] This will entail your childhood and pervious experiences in life. You may not be some mysterious badass that came out of nowhere. This should have some good length to it.
[b]RP Sample:[/b] This is your time to shine. If you want to get into anything, you'll have to prove your worth for it. Do not provide a link to a previously written sample unless it is with the character you are using. Also, take note that when writing your history, we have only been employed in Senegal and on other small various jobs. Sorry about that inconvenience. Note: It will help you to read this thread before you start making your character here.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 7:01 pm
Name: York Freeman
Focus of Training: Marksmanship / Infiltration
Appearance: York Freeman, a Caucasian male of German and Irish descent, was born in 1978. He stands at six feet two inches tall and weighs one hundred eighty pounds, most of which is muscle. York has dark gray eyes that seem to give him a sophisticated and experienced appearance. He has short, jet-black hair that is usually kept in a messy fashion, perhaps because he is too careless to comb his hair after each shower. It's shorter on the sides and in the back, but on top the hair sort of flares out in random directions. Due to an extensive service record, York has a number of scars on his body, the most notable of which are located on his face. There are two scars beneath his right eye. The parallel scars run horizontally, with one positioned just a quarter of an inch above the other, and both scars are about two inches long. There is a pair of scars on the left side of York's left cheek which form an X-shape. Another scar runs vertically through York's left eye from just above his eyebrow down to mid-cheek. A final facial scar runs along the left side of York's jaw. York's many scars are a testament to his courage, aggression, and years of fighting.
York has two tattoos on his body. Inscribed permanently on York's left breast in black ink are the words:
BLACK TEMPLARS
THE LATROCINIUM
and inscribed permanently on York's right breast in black ink are the words:
UNITED STATES
ARMY RANGERS
York's clothing and apparel depend on the environment, the weather, and other factors, but he can often be recognized both inside and outside of combat by the scars on his face and/or by his rather impressive physical stature. Another notable feature is that York's ears are pierced, though he does not wear his pair of diamond studs all that often. And it is also noteworthy that he tends to not wear heavy armor or extensive clothing while in combat, instead preferring to be lighter and therefore quicker and swifter.
Personality: A generally calm and composed individual, York is confident and quick-thinking both inside and outside combat. His years of combat experience have hardened him and forged him into what he believes to be an unbreakable and immovable machine. After a long career, York's gained the ability to be poised in almost any situation, a quality that is useful to a soldier. His experiences have also made him rather ruthless towards his enemies. York's enmity for his opponents leads him to be rather unforgiving in combat situations, which can have both good and bad consequences. Around his comrades and friends, York is generally friendly, making jokes and sarcastic comments from time to time.
Belongings: York's skills include stealth, reconnaissance, marksmanship, and infiltration. His agility and ability to maneuver quickly and quietly allow him to be an efficient and lethal killer at any range or in any setting, as long as his equipment is correct. But York thrives in long range combat; he considers himself a sniper. Though he can adjust to different combat situations and settings, he enjoys working with his sniper rifles from a distance. He owns a Barrett M82 and a CheyTac Intervention. York owns numerous weapons, but usually only carries a few of them with him during operations, as it is optimal for him to travel light. This lets him maneuver better and feel more comfortable. When the operation entails medium or long ranged combat, York will often utilize his M14 Enhanced Battle Rifle, which is outfitted with an ACOG scope, bipod, and silencer. This battle rifle is one of York's favorite tools of destruction. York has an H&K G36C that is equipped with a modern rangefinding scope and a Bushmaster Adaptive Combat Rifle with a modern rangefinding scope. These two weapons serves as all-purpose assault rifles, mainly effective at medium range but also useful in long-ranged combat and short-ranged combat if necessary. He likes these weapons, for he believes them to be some of the best assault rifles currently being manufactured. York also owns a Tactical USP with an accompanying silencer and extended magazines, and a Desert Eagle Magnum; these weapons serve as sidearms, and depending on the mission he'll almost always bring one of them along. Finally, York owns a particularly sharp, customized combat knife for when it gets up close and personal. He had the knife specially made. In terms of his apparel, York owns an extensive wardrobe, consisting of casual apparel, as well as formal businesswear, and combat gear. He smokes cigarettes somewhat often, and can almost always be found with a few packs of cigarettes and his silver lighter. York has a smart phone which allows him to make phone calls, send text messages, and access the internet. The phone also consists of a global positioning system, an alarm clock, various games, and many other useful features. York owns a laptop computer which he uses for many purposes. York also owns a few pairs of sunglasses, some of which are rather expensive. He collects them. His ears are pierced, so he owns a pair of diamond studs, though he really doesn't wear his earrings all that often. Because he is a sniper and an infiltration specialist, he owns some extensive lockpicking and hacking devices and tools.
Other:
History: York was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the United States of America. His parents were wealthy defense attorneys, both of them quite skilled and therefore quite successful. York excelled in academics and athletics throughout his time in school. He worked hard and possessed impressive discipline and this allowed him to achieve much, both in school and in sports. York's impressive grades and incredible athleticism made him popular, and therefore he was very popular amongst his classmates. York partied and enjoyed life, sometimes getting himself into mischief but always managing to get out of trouble with cunning and charm. When it came time to choose a college or university to attend, York, after much thought, decided to go to West Point Military Academy. Despite his parents' success and wealth and ability to send him wherever he wished to go, York felt the need to serve his country and accomplish something great. York had been taught from a young age to respect the soldiers who fought for his freedom; he wanted to do something honorable and worthwhile himself. West Point had recruited him, in hopes that he would play on their basketball team while studying. York gladly accepted the offer, and excelled both academically and athletically at the military academy, just as he'd done in high school. His great success led to his superiors recommending him for special forces. York very quickly found himself a U.S. Army Ranger specializing in sniping, infiltration, and covert ops. It wasn't long before York was on the battlefield. His first operation was in Kuwait at an oil rig being utilized by a terrorist leader. Primary mission objectives included eliminating the terrorist leader and planting explosives at various points in order to destroy the structure. York and his team successfully infiltrated the facility, eliminating guards quickly and quietly. Soon after killing the terrorist leader and planting the explosives, the Captain leading York's team was killed, and York was forced to lead his team off of the rig. The mission was a success, and York's heroic action earned him a promotion. Not long after this operation, York was sent to Kuwait where he and a team of operatives pursued a weapons dealer. The high-priority target managed to avoid the Rangers for weeks. York's team fought off ambushes and snipers alike. They finally captured the weapons dealer and reached an evac point, thus completing their mission. York spent the next two years stationed in Iraq as part of America's Operation Iraqi Freedom, where he conducted some minor operations but saw little significant action. While located in Iraq, York learned that his mother had passed away in a tragic car accident. He returned home for the funeral but could not remain in the States for long. After a few weeks, York had to return to Iraq. He was twenty-six years old when he was made the commander of a six-man spec ops team. York's first mission with the team was unsuccessful. The Rangers' attempt at penetrating a terrorist compound was unsuccessful, and the team suffered two casualties before retreating. York was displeased and devastated with his failure, and three weeks later he returned with his team (which received two replacements for the KIA members) to the terrorist complex. This time the team managed to infiltrate the facility and complete the primary objective, downloading the intelligence files from the computer database, without any casualties. York and one member of his team suffered some wounds from the shrapnel unleashed by a fragmentation grenade, but both of them recovered within a few weeks. York went on to lead more successful missions. He saw a large amount of combat with that team, and cared deeply for the members. When the whole team was wiped out during an op in Beirut (except for York, of course), York was reassigned to a new squad with which he served in his final year of service with the U.S. Army Rangers. York was thirty years old when his service came to a conclusion prematurely. Due to some legal issues and various military infractions, York was dishonorably discharged from the U.S. Army. Having grown so attached to the military lifestyle, York struggled to decide how to proceed. He was finished with his U.S. military career, tired of all the red tape and restrictions. But he knew that adjusting to the civilian way of life would be very difficult for him, perhaps more difficult than for most others. After spending some time at home with his father and then attending his father's funeral (he had been rather ill when York got back and then suffered a heart attack not long after York returned home), York went to London, still unsure of what he'd do next but knowing that he needed to find something to focus his efforts on now that his parents had passed on. It was there that York learned of the Latrocinium. He looked into the organization, and was pleased with what he found. York decided to join the mercenary team, and soon he found that he fit in well with the Templars. York took part in the operation in Senegal and felt truly at home with the members of the PMC, but soon after this mission the organization was disbanded. York soon found himself working as an assassin and independent mercenary. Contract killing became York's way of life. He was good at what he did. This earned York a good reputation with some shady figures and led to York being hired for a vast number of jobs. As time went on, York became more and more popular among the questionable people who hired assassins and mercenaries. He spent about a year and half killing for money. York spent time in Europe, Venezuela, Russia, Africa, you name it. According to the stories, York killed a wealthy merchant and then spent the night with the merchant's daughter. According to the legends, York killed a restaurant owner whose trust he'd gained when the two of them were eating supper using only the items on the dinner table and then finished his feast with the dead body sitting opposite him. According to the tales, York shot a company spokesman in the mouth and drove away in the spokesman's car at 50 miles per hour... at the same time. The reports may or may not be true, in fact they probably aren't, but they sure are interesting. York amassed a somewhat impressive wealth after 18 months of contract killing and was soon able to retire, at least for a while. Having taken so many lives, sometimes from innocent people, and having spent so much time without his friends or family around, York decided he needed a break and spent several months in London, enjoying his retirement but still feeling restless. York knew he'd be back in the field again soon...
RP Sample: This is a work in progress.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 4:45 pm
Name: Jack Winters
Appearance: Jack is 27 and stands at five foot ten with a medium build weighing at 175 pounds. His muscles are evenly distributed between his lower and upper body though the muscles themselves seem to have been sculpted to be strong but not hindering to movement. His eyes are a soft blue and his dark brown hair usually covers his left eye except in combat when he slicks it back. He has a few bullet scars on his torso but the scars that show his trade are on his hands. He has knife cut scars all around his hand which are typical of someone who has been given more training then the average recruit in close combat. Outside of combat Jack usually wears dark blue jeans with a white t-shirt and a black leather Alfani jacket. In normal combat he wears dark ACUs with light kevlar body armor and a black long sleeved shirt. For stealth missions his gear varies. He owns many different kinds of stealth wear from thermal under armor to a few Ghillie suits for sniping when it’s needed.
Personality: Jack is very soft spoken, kind, and slow to anger. To other people he seems very distant and he never says much to anyone. If forced into a conversation he becomes very awkward and stutters occasionally out of fear rather then a speech disorder. He also has a bad habit of sneaking up behind people by accident which he’s ashamed and apologizes for extensively. In combat however, his silence makes him deadly for covert operations. Though soft in appearance Jack is a cold blooded killer that would kill his own family if ordered to with the excellent precision that his training gave him. In his free time Jack has been known to read poetry, often dark poetry and Stephen King novels.
Belongings: Jack carries an MP5N with a silencer and a short range scope for precision kills. On either side he carries a Ka-Bar combat knife and a HK MK23 45 ACP pistol with silencer and green LAM. Though he usually doesn’t bring it with him into combat he does own a M24 sniper rifle and knows how to use it quite well. Jack also carries a photo of his dead girlfriend along with the gold medal he won in a national dance competition. In his bag he keeps some photos of his family but each one of them have the faces punched out by what looks to be bullet holes. He also ownes a few poetry books that are so worn it's hard to tell the authors, but he has a few Stephen King books and is very fond of Black House.
Other: Jack speaks fluent Spanish due to his nanny raising him, and understands Russian though can’t speak it very well.
History: Jack was born to an upper class family in New York. His father was a ruthless businessman that spent little time with his son who was raised by a Hispanic nanny while his mother went to the spa and went off with strange men. His only outlet for his frustration was dance. He started ballet as an eight year old and by the time he was fourteen he was competing all over the US and naturally his parents took all the credit.
But things weren’t all bad in the teenage years. Upon entering high school he began dating his long time friend Danielle. She was a gorgeous singer who supported him in everything he did and genuinely loved him. He would do musicals with her though he never could make the lead but he enjoyed spending every second with her. His junior year he participated in a national competition and won first prize along with the attention of every dance academy in the country. For the first time he felt powerful and in charge of his own life.
But it didn’t last long. The summer of his senior year Danielle and Jack visited Israel on an engagement getaway. The second day they went on a tour bus, and unfortunately it was the target of a terrorist attack. The Bus exploded killing most of the people including Danielle and when Jack awoke he could do nothing but feel hate towards the people that took his love away from him. Upon returning to America he immediately enlisted into any core that would take him and was shipped off to training shortly after. During the first month of training he said little to nothing but distinguished himself as one of the best.
The only thing on his mind was killing the people responsible but fate took him on a different path. After that month he was approached by a sergeant who said he had orders from higher ups to send him to a training camp in Nevada. There he began training in special ops and the only thing people who tell him is that the government was interested in “focused” individuals like him. After he finished training he joined a special ops unit that went to many different places. He killed mafia members, terrorists, and pretty much anyone he was assigned to kill without mercy and with silent precision.
After two years of this his name was erased from the military records and his parents were killed. The murders were presumed to be part of a robbery as many items were stolen including pictures. Jack had become part of a black ops unit that did very questionable things so the very people who were in it ceased to exist. What he did is only known by his commanding officer and his squad mates though Jack occasionally speaks of it. What is known about him during this time is that he was trained in several different locations in the field of stealth and reconnaissance. One year ago he reappeared and started working for mercenary companies bouncing from one to the next until now. With the past behind him Jack is confident that joining the Black Templars will allow him to one day get revenge. Until then he’s perfectly fine with killing any target he’s assigned to.
RP Sample: It was dark and the air was damp with a cold mist. It wasn’t uncommon for their current location which was some region in Russia. They weren’t told the exact location but they were always informed in great detail about the target before they were sent on a mission and then they were given a short overview right before they started the mission.
“This is command, the building you are about to enter may contain chemical weapons which are probably on the second floor on the far east side. Winters and Daniels will enter on the third floor through windows. They will breach in at the same time the rest of you blow open the main door in order to cover the third floor entry. The terrorists will not arm any weapons until they perceive a threat great enough to overpower them. While the four of you take cover and buy time Daniels and Winters will infiltrate and secure the room with the bombs. When you’ve been given the go ahead by Winters, start the push against the terrorists.” The men groaned as command finished and moved to take positions. Winters and Daniels threw up grappling hooks and when they latched on the roof the two of them began to rappel up. When they reached the windows Jack look at his watch, they had ten seconds until the door would be blown open. He gave Daniels the signal and the two of them began to push off the wall to get momentum before crashing through.
As the two of them came back towards the window from pushing back, the door blew open. It was perfect timing. The glass broke just as the glass from down stairs shattered and the two of them landed on the floor and unhooked themselves. Jack pulled out his pistol and turned on its LAM then grabbed his knife. Daniels held his SMG and followed Jack down the corridor heading for the stair way.
The patrol was limited on the top floor, he could hear about three guards walking and a bunch of men running down the steps to the first floor. He peered around the corner and smiled, a guard was watching the staircase facing his back them. Jack took a few silent steps and slit the terrorist’s throat making sure that the body fell back into him so he could put it silently on the floor. Jack motioned forward and Daniels followed him past the staircase into another corridor. The two remaining guards were walking away from them. Jack pointed his pistol at the left guard’s head and pulled the trigger. The guard dropped and after a few silenced thwacks another drop was heard. Jack and Daniels smirked to each other and went down the steps to the second floor.
As their briefing had stated the second floor was an office with five rooms on each side and staircases on both sides. This was unfortunate from a tactical stand point but it seemed as though the terrorists were focusing on the men down stairs. The both of them could hear a conversation going on in the room next to them and Jack motioned for them to stack up on the door. It was on the east side, if they made a wrong move, it could be their end, or the enemy would just die. It was still unclear if the enemy had any weapons at all, but that didn’t matter now. Daniels used a snake cam to peer under the door and put up three fingers. Jack nodded and put his hand on the door knob while Daniels took out a flash grenade. Jack breathed in and opened the door at the same time Daniel threw in a flash grenade and the two of them went inside only to find a group of disoriented hostages tied up to various points in the office to make them look like terrorists in the dark room. Jack went in close and when the effect wore off Jack asked where the weapons were in Russian. The hostage replied and Jack froze, the bombs were moved and an explosive bomb was set for ten minutes about eight minutes ago. Jack quickly told Daniels and the two of them left the room and began running to the third floor.
“Everyone, get out. There’s a bomb set to explode any minute now and we’re the target. I think they expected the attack Winters and I are getting out and I suggest you do the same.” Daniels yelled into the comm while they reached the rappel they used to get up. The building didn’t have a fire escape, which was there luck. So the two of them reattached their rappels and began to go down the side of the building with Jack ahead of Daniels. It was then the bomb went off. Daniels was sent flying as he unfortunately was on the same level as the bomb but Jack managed to avoid the blast by going flat on the ground with the explosion sending debris flying over him. When the blast cleared Jack checked his Comm, there was nothing, the others were dead. As he stood patting off dust he realized that this was an opportunity. He didn’t exist; he could go anywhere and do almost anything. As he walked off to what he thought was north he heard a groan, Daniels was still alive but missing his legs. He begged for Jack to help him but instead of trying to ease the pain or calling command for help he took out his pistol.
“I have decided that you are a liability Daniels. Good bye.” Jack pulled the trigger and the bullet hit with a thwack. After that there was no noise, only silence, sweet silence as Jack walked north in the cold cleansing snow.
((Have Jack and Daniels together was a complete accident. I didn't mean for Jack Daniels alcohol to come to mind. But it makes me laugh while reading it.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:36 pm
Name: Kyle (James) Anderson
Appearance: Kyle, at 29 years of age, stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. Kyle didn't look like the kid he used to when he first joined. Partly because it had been a long time and second because of how he had been living at the base after everyone left. Anderson's hair was longer and didn't glisten like it once did. He was starting to be taken over by a beard, although, at this moment it was only long stubble and his once bright youthful blue eyes were now cold and weathered. Anderson fashions black padded assault pants with a matching black assault top overtop black Under-Armour. The Assualt top was a rather ornate and eloquently made fabric material that covered his upper body with a double stitched Dragon-Skin (T) weave underneath a fiber having increased cut resistance made from a fiber-forming polymer and a hard filler having a Mohs Hardness Value greater than about 3, it could withstand a beating. The filler was included in an amount of about 0.05% to about 20% by weight. In preferred embodiments, the fiber-forming polymer was poly(ethylene terephthalate) or a liquid crystalline polyester comprising monomer units derived from 6-hydroxy-2-naphthoic acid and 4-hydroxybenzoic acid. The preferred fillers in Shayne's vest included tungsten and alumina. Basically, his clothing was bullet and cut resistant. It was more improved than Furthermore, tactical pads were worn over top the clothes and he had possession of a balaclava, tactical helmet, and NVG’s. He wears a custom made black shoulder holster with three extra magazine holders on the opposite side when around the base.
Personality: The smartass kid that used to roam the halls of Eterbury was no more. The seriousness of his job in the Rangers bred the lighthearted "war is fun" attitude that he held for all of the operations with the Black Templars. The "fun" was now lacking. His demeanor was much darker than it had been the last time the Templars saw him. He wasn't as immature (even though he didn't think he was then either) and less obnoxious. The pretty boy attitude/appearance had no remnants. A sense of humor still held on by a thread, but otherwise, he was more reserved and let him actions do the talking. He sometimes will try to take over a situation due to the fact he had been working alone for the past year and he was used to being in charge. He is more confidant in himself and very picky when it comes to leaning on others. At this point the only real people he trusts is Xenos Mortium and Carlos Sanchez. To him, those three are the Black Templars until the others prove themselves. The year of 'round the clock work and solo operations made him better and more self-reliant. It didn't go as far as that he didn't know how to work with a team anymore, he just knew what his limitations were. His reflexes were sharper, his instincts were more fine tuned, and (just like Colonel Xenos) he was beginning to understanding the true art of war.
Belongings: He carries a suppressed REC7/M203 with infrared targeting system with Red-Dot Sight. In addition, he carries two suppressed MP5K’s. Lastly, as a side arm, he holsters one lone suppressed USP 40. In the likely chance he runs out of ammo (as he only carries a limited amount of 5.56mm, 9mm, and .40 S&W rounds all in a black camel-pak), he has a 18.25” machete with a virtually indestructible blade, charged by high energy ionized plasma, cuts through practically any material except another blade of its kind. If they need to capture someone, he brings tear gas and wears a MSA Millennium Gas Mask. He has nothing concerning personal belongings. He joined the military to have a home and to be cared for and left anything that he could take with him behind. He had a picture of his parents with him for the longest time, however, he lost it around the HQ at some point.
Other: He considers himself an exceptional tactician and will give suggestions for operations. He knows CQC(Close-Quarters Combat) and aikijujitsu.
History: Kyle was born to wealthy parents and was raised like a normal child. He lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and went to a private school there. He received rather high marks. During the course of his childhood, he tried racing, football, surfing and other things but he never stuck with anything. His parents dreamed that he would take over the family business that spawned all their fortune. However, he did not want to take over their company. At that age, he didn’t care about unbreakable condoms. By age 18, he was ready to go off to college. His parents had money saved up to sent him to Harvard but it never happened. Over the summer after his senior year, his parents were brutally murdered and all of their fortune gone.The police found out that some church radical killed them wanting to enforce sex before marriage teaching. Kyle had to sell the company, home and all their assets due to bills, minor debt, and restoration of the severely damaged house(from the murder). The crook, after stabbing them repeatedly, blew apart the foundation and left the house in a heap. The action also did left some money in his pocket. Not enough to go to school though. He knew now that the only way to get an education was if someone gave him a scholarship. He received several but none of it could cover any of the schools he wanted to attend. That is when he enlisted into the Army. He would have liked to go to one of his family member's houses but he had no where else to go. His parents lost contact with their families long before his birth. After Basic Training, he joined the 75th Ranger Regiment and was leading a team within 2 years after his Squad Leader was KIA. He led his Ranger Team through multiple operations for 2 years. He applied to Delta Force once he fulfilled the requirements of 4.5 years of service, at least a rank of E-5, and have a general technical score of 110 or higher. After getting into Delta, he toured with them for another 4 years. He was Honorably Discharged with medals abroad including a Distinguished Service Cross, and 3 Purple Hearts.
One Purple Heart was received after becoming squad leader. He was still pretty young and inexperienced, however, so was his group. He accidentally led them into an ambush resulting in him getting shot in shoulder, through-and-through. A second Purple Heart was during an operation in Afganistan, He lead his team in to recover intel from a bunker. He got it but on the way out, he was attacked resulting in them missing thier chopper. Basically his whole team received the Purple Heart, he personally was shot in the left arm. He re-established contact and were picked up 2 days later. His last Purple Heart was acheived in a firefight when in Delta in Iraq. One of his men was hit in the middle of a road and he went out with the medic to treat him. He was caught with a bullet right above the right part of his a** and it traveled up his back and ricocheted out off his rib, fracturing it. He was given the Distinguished Service Cross upon his debreifing from his last operation. During that time, they reviewed his file and nominated him for it.
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After a several year partnership with the Black Templars, the BT disbanded. He headed back to San Francisco only to realize his real home was back in Eterbury. He went back to the headquarters and stayed there monitoring Black Templar operatives and their movements. He also spent time tapping into secure lines and gathering intel on black ops targets and sold the information to governments to keep some sort of cash inflow on top of lone wolf operations. He didn't want to lose his edge, therefore, he still operated out of the base...and he has been at HQ ever since.
RP Sample: In the world of contract killers, evolution takes place fairly quickly. The transition from the armed forces to the private sector is not one all can make. What isn’t known is that the private sector has a different list of criteria to be filled. The thing that will take you the farthest in the field isn’t no much having a steady aim or brute strength; it’s the mental fortitude that ensures shelf life. Similar to sports, multitudes of people will have it become a job, but only a handful can make a career out of it. That was the reason I’m still around. The young gun that can hit a dime from 2 miles out might be more valuable for the first couple years, but eventually he’d break. That's where I come in.
The helicopter hovered overhead the drop zone. Anderson was seated nearest to the pilots and the his grim expression was absent. Instead taking it's place was a youthful, determined expression -- one that had not yet been subjected to the dark side of war. He motioned for the ropes to be let down and the team began down the fast ropes. Meanwhile, Kyle took off the headset used to communicate with the pilot. The last one down, he hit the ground and moved over to where his team was located. Anderson started issuing orders as the ropes hit the ground and the chopper flew away.
"Nunez. You take point on this south street and take half the chalk to the front door designation "Alpha". The rest of the chalk will come with me around to where the hot zone is - "Bravo". When you get there, breach on zulu. Got it?" The men resounded, "Yes, sir!" and the operatives began their mission.
Anderson took point around the building and took on a moderate jog around to the target building. One of the only areas on concern was an upcoming intersection they had to cross. As they approached, Kyle slowed and made the "hold" signal. The half chalk slowed up with him and Kyle peaked around the shoddy tan building. It looked clear both ways. Anderson pointed to the handful of people closest to him and motioned them to come with him. The rest of the chalk he was leading formed up on the corner to cover their crossing. Kyle and the few soldiers took off across the road and made it successfully to the other side. They stacked up on the building opposite and got ready to cover the next batch. Kyle looked out the corner of his eye seeing the second half of his chalk moving to the target building.
Just as his eyes came back to his fire sector, a single shot rang out and one of his men fell to the ground. A slew of shouting erupted from the chalk trying to identify where the shooter was. Another shot rang out missing Kyle by inches and allowed them to narrow down their search. Finally the muzzle flash was located. As some suppressive fire was laid down on it, Kyle and a medic rushed out into the intersection to investigate the wound. It was pretty bad. Kyle turned around and yelled out, "Stretcher!" Shots were whizzing by the few soldiers in the center of the street as they loaded the injured Ranger onto the stretcher. Suddenly one of the whizzes made contact and entered Kyle's back. He fell down in pain and he heard his teammates shout, "Tango, six o'clock!"
Anderson remembered being dragged over to the side of the road and being patched up. He could still hold his weapon. It just hurt... a lot. Now that the entire chalk was over on the right side of the intersection, the Corporal crouching next to Anderson yelled, "What do we do now, sir?"
"What are our orders?"
"Should I call in air support?"
"Command is asking about our status, Sarge. What should I report?"
Kyle panicked and his breathing increased...There was nothing you could do. ..you did everything by the book...No one could have done it any better...You did good out there...
Kyle snapped up and kicked the sheets off him. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He ran his hands through his wet hair and glanced to his right where a purple heart was laying on his dresser; the same one received from his dream. Kyle looked away in disgust and got up. Heading to the bathroom, he splashed water on his face several times and looked up in the mirror staring into the hardened eyes that now looked back at him. A door closed nearby and Kyle froze.
He stormed into his room and grabbed his USP 40. Judging from sound, Kyle turned left out of his room and went into the administrative hallway and there stood a lone closed door -- Xenos' Office, although Kyle had taken it over since the departure. Kyle went into a jog and ran up to the door. Lowering his shoulder and burst through the door, he raised his firearm and aimed it at the figure.
Xenos turned around slowly and sat down in his desk, "Welcome back..."
Kyle remained silent, only lowering his weapon.
Xenos continued as he looked around the office, "Been busy, I can tell," he paused waiting to see if Kyle would have anything to say. Of course, that was something Anderson prefer to leave out of the conversation so he continued, "How have you been?"
Kyle cleared his throat before getting out, "Never better..."
Mental fortitude isn't being able to perform actions without regret; it's knowing how to handle those emotions and what to do with the baggage that only becomes heavier throughout your time in the field. It's something Colonel Mortium had to do a long time ago and something I never really understood -- something I never had to understand. My actions over the past year aren't something I'm necessarily proud of, but it forced me to take upon this mental toughness -- the mental toughness I lacked before. Is it something worthwhile? Yes. But the question is: Was it worth the price? Only time will tell...
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Alucard von Dracali Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:51 am
I would like to try and just use my old character profile.
Can you make that easily accessable?
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:40 pm
Heretic_Inquisitor I would like to try and just use my old character profile.
Can you make that easily accessable? This is the link to the page where you posted it. It was in the locked threads in the profile submission thread on the third page so it wasn't too hard to find. http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=6772563&page=3
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 9:53 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 7:47 pm
Eh, no problem, I finished my profile by the way, it was incomplete for a while so I thought I'd announce it's completion.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:55 am
Also, could someone read my rp sample and tell me if there are things that don't make sense. I finished the damn thing at around eleven and I was starting to write more in my head then into Word. But I should probably explain a few things before people tell me things I already know and am ok with.
There is no power in the complex, it isn't a chemical weapons plant it's just a temporary storage facility. If it had a generator that would just make it a bigger target for any military with a sattilite able to scan for energy, which they can do. Kinda scary when you think about it. The building doesn't have a fire escape because it was a building of the cold war and Russia wouldn't really care too much about fire safety like America does. I could revise Daniels so his name is different but that would just be a nit picky issue with how it looks.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:36 pm
Name: Carlos Sanchez
Appearance: Carlos stands five foot ten with lightly tanned skin. He is also lean in build which allows him to be rather quick than strong. Though he is now thirty-five, his build and well kept goatee allow him to pass off his lie of twenty-nine, everytime. He has fine brown hair that is often kept short in length. His eyes dark brown are his favorite feature as they are often mistaken as black, giving him a slightly cold stare.
Carlos, when not on duty, will dress nicely. His casual wardrobe is usually either khakis or a nice pair of jeans accompanied by a nicely ironed button shirt or polo. Just because he spends his time in the mud doesn't mean he has to parade as such.
Personality: Years working with mercenary professionals have shaped up Carlos' old habits from government military life. Instead of being a total a** about efficiency, he's learned that luck plays just as much into a victory as strategy and preperation. He's learned to trust more in the skills and strengths of his squad than on his own prowess.
One major difference his time with the Templars has created is his smile. Not only can he enjoy a genuine laugh here and there but his overall mood has been lightened and cheerful since his meeting the Marshal and Colonel.
Belongings: While armed, Carlos carries a single battle knife hidden within his left boot and two Springfield XD M913. A small engraving can be seen along the barrels, El Cid. He will also carry, on occasion, an M16 battle rifle.
Carlos has also recently bought an M16A2 rifle and an M500 shotgun since the Templars first disbanded.
Other: As Carlos' history will tell, he holds more technical skills than combat. His knowledge and ability to manipulate computer devices has made him key in operations containing tight electrical security. He is also a keen strategist. Though he has never held a rank where this skill would shine, he is an avid player of many strategy based games i.e. chess, risk, a multitude of RTS computer games.
History: Carlos grew up with his father. His father was a well known and well liked Captain in the military. Way back when military consisted of soldiers who fought for their country rather than ones that fought for money. Carlos was pushed to be physically fit since he was old enough to crawl. Growing up lean made his father angry and found Carlos to be a disgrace. No matter how Carlos progressed he could never be seen with respect in his father's eyes. He was able to pick up most anything faster than other soldiers. However, when it came down to physical brawn, his light stature had limitations. What he lost in strength and bulk, he made up for in speed and agility.
At the age of eighteen he joined the military, in hopes his father would start to respect him. After three years in the service he quickly rose through the ranks, but still his father found faults that he would point out in him. At the change in military battle, Carlos found himself moving to mercenary leagues, progressing as he became better. The next three years, Carlos fought honorably which gained him the title El Cid in his squad while he worked for the Spanish government. It means Lord. As in nobleman, usually fierce knights during the medieval ages.
Upon the Latrocinium's disbandment, Carlos went back home to see his father. When he arrived in his hometown, he was greeted with smiling faces from his old neighbors. He asked about his father and the mood changed dramatically. Seeing the different stares, Carlos found out that his father had passed two years ago. A strong sense of sorrow and guilt ran through Carlos as he was told where his father was buried.
Kneeling in front of his father's gravestone, Carlos wept. He should have known, upon joining the mercenary leagues nearly ten years ago, he had lost touch with his father hoping to come back a man that he would respect. But now it was too late. Carlos grabbed the tags around his neck and yanked hard snapping the chain. He then placed the tags at the base of the tombstone and left.
RP Sample: Again another wall and again more repition of hand over hand and foot over foot. Carlos continued the slow pace, which didn't seem to falter too much, past this wall and the next and the next. He counted eight walls behind him and he was certainly starting to feel it. His arms and legs burned with fatigue and, as he continued to the next wall, wondered if he could make it and how much more he could do. When he reached his ninth wall Carlos grabbed the rope with his right hand and used it to stable himself as he leaned forward, not falling simply because he had hold of the rope, and started to catch his breath. After a couple seconds he looked up at the wall and his shoulders dropped. With deep breaths he thought, Only one thing to do. He grabbed the rope with his other hand and firmly placed one foot against the wall and started his climb. Right foot, left hand, left foot, right hand and the cycle continued until he reached the top. Carlos again sat at the top of the wall to catch his breath and watched as the sun just hit the peak of the horizon.
Carlos let himself off the edge slowly and grabbed the rope with one hand. Before he grabbed it with his second hand he started to rapel and instead decided to go into a plummeting fall. Not much deciding as it happened anyway. Disoriented in his falling, Carlos reached out to grab anything. He reached the wall but there was no grip and all he did was burn his fingertips. About halfway down, Carlos finally grabbed the rope and squeezed his fist as hard as he could. Then he used his other hand and his legs. Letting out a small moan of pain as the rope tore some of the skin off his hands. He held on for as long as he could and let go, falling about three meters onto his back knocking the wind out of him.
Carlos started to gasp for breath as his body seemed to reject all notions of breathing. After a couple seconds he could breathe again and started to do so in huge amounts. With deep breaths Carlos continued to lay there on his back cursing himself. He then looked at his hands and noticed that they were badly injured. He cursed himself again as he looked up . . . well, looked along the ground, at the final stretch and to his disappointment, another wall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 11:18 am
I’m going to preface this by saying that this time profile grading will be much more lenient. More emphasis should be placed on the roleplaying and just having fun than having perfect profiles. Also, I’m skipping York and Alucards for the moment because I don’t have an answer for the question regarding history yet.
Lord Gemini
Appearance looks okay. It gets the general idea across, but I can’t really picture too well what he looks like with what you’ve said. I’ll pass it with this, but I think that it’d be nice to have more.
I was thinking that you were about to give a cookie-cutter personality, but you pulled out just in time to actually give the character some… well, character. I would still go a bit into how he thinks, develop further the way in which he acts.
As per your belongings, why do you carry two pistols and two knives? Is it just for style, just something you do? And you own your weapons, presumably clothes, a couple photographs, and a medal. What do you do in your free time, brood?
The Army doesn’t train assassins, hitmen, or anything else like that. The CIA might (and does), but the military doesn’t. And even if so, why would they have you kill mafia members? Your backstory is relatively well thought-out until here, where it becomes a bit out there. Why not just join the Army Rangers, SFOD-A or D? There’s also Marine Recon and SEALs as options. One of these groups has all the qualifiers you need for busting in places all stealthy-like and shooting people up. I think that it just makes more sense to pick one of these who’ll be doing the same thing than to make up some super-secret special forces group. It also makes it seem more realistic and will make you seem like a better roleplayer than to try and be something unique. Also, generally you’d be contracted for a number of years, and you’d be hard pressed to ‘bounce from group to group’ when it comes to mercenary groups.
In your RP sample, you state that you rappel up, but rappelling is something that you can only do downwards, like falling. Also, to be a bit nitpicky, wouldn’t you have to tie yourself a swiss seat first? And something important to note is that a suppressor does not make a gun all that quiet. It’s still loud, and people would still be able to hear it. An easy cop-out would be to have thunder outside, which would also give reason for why they didn’t hear the glass shattering. You have a good little backstory to explain how you left the group, but it would work just as well with a real special forces group, I think.
Also, I didn’t notice the Jack Daniels thing, made me laugh. At any rate, get what needs to be fixed done, and if you have any questions or retorts, let me know.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:40 pm
I'll just go in order.
I don't have a clear picture yet either, so that's why it isn't at 100%. I'm hoping that with the rp I'll flesh it out more.
As for the personality, how he thinks is really something I usually get into when rping and not until then. My reasoning for that comes from the school of thought that you don't want to determine thoughts until you've thought as the character for a while. Because saying that you think a certain way may prevent you from fully developing your character. It is for sure something I will flesh out to a great extent.
I thought I only had one pistol, I'll need to fix that. The second knife was a style thing that I want to use eventually. I sort of have this idea of tossing a friend a knife if they don't have one, or maybe Jack is the kind of person that would get into a close combat area with another person and want them to fight on equal terms. That's something I'll have to see about later when I have a greater understanding of the character. As per free time, I will probably explain that in the personality section now that you've brought that up and I thank you for that. But in all honesty, he might just spend time brooding while cleaning his weapons. In my mind Jack is supposed to represent what is horribly wrong with violence and war. He was a person that could have done wonderful things but violence twisted him into a person almost entirely motivated by the chance to kill a terrorist of some sort.
I'm going to be honest, there are two halfs to the reasoning behind the latter portion of his history. The first half is just plain and simple stupidity around what military or defense faction of our government does what. The other half was driven by my childish desire to have him be part of a secret faction within the military that the public doesn't know about, I'll admit I'm a sucker for a government conspiracy, not that I actually believe them or anything, I just think they're cool. Also, the reason I wasn't very clear about what part of the military he was in when he was trained for this "special operations" unit because Jack doesn't know. It's fully possible he was working for the CIA under the impression that because he was trained at a military base that he was working for the US Army. I'm not really attached so I could simply say that although he was trained, it was in fact at a more secretive CIA training facility that he was led to think was an army base. That way it might make even more since for his name to not be in military records. I'll change the section on mercenary groups saying that he defaulted on contracts if he wasn't satisfied with the group but mostly he joined militias of certain countries.
Ah, I did not know that. How do people scale buildings then? Also, that makes Rainbow Six full of crap. Oh, and he did have a harness or something like that on, he had to have clipped on to something when he went up and down, I just assumed people knew. I'll make that more clear if you want me to.
On the issue of noise I think it's important to say that there were only three people up there and the people on my side down stairs were not using silenced weapons and were shooting during the entire mission pretty much. Though they might have heard the thwacks, it was an old building, there would be noises no matter if there were people with guns or not so the terrorists could have just assumed it was the building. Also, the terrorists were two floors down. I don't want to use the cop out, so tell me now that I've retorted, if I'm full of crap.
I'll be fixing the details I said I would fix now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:10 am
As per your appearance and personality, I can fully understand that, and thus I'm okay with what you have. However, I would like for you to later on come back and do some revisions, if you would.
With your history, it's a pet peeve of mine, people going super duper special forces that are so special and so secret that no one knows about them. Problem is that somehow everyone ends up being from one, and we're no longer a group of mercenaries but a convention for the most highly trained ex-special forces members in the world.
If you really want to continue with the secret group, go for it. However, erasing your history, killing your parents, and all that stuff is a bit unnecessary, I think.
To scale a building, you can throw a hook up and climb, but I'm sure that there could be an easier way to get up there. Otherwise... I'm not so sure. Typically the only time that you rappel are to get down swiftly, and you'd be desposited on the roof or otherwise get up there prior to the whole thing. I really don't know. And you'd have a harness on you, I suppose, that's me trying to find fault.
And note that suppressors don't make things that quiet, like they do in movies. It makes them so that you can only hear them for a couple hundred meters, rather than a couple miles. And there's a saying about suppressing sniper rifles; it doesn't keep them from hearing you, it keeps them from seeing you.
Oh, and you'd likely never receive a briefing for a mission whilst in transit or anything like that. You'd be sitting in a nice room with a white board, or at worst it would be drawn out in the dirt. Maybe your group gets briefings like that, but they'd be the only ones.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:00 pm
I am actually going to revamp my appearance but I will send revisions for the personality a little bit more into the rp.
I understand, though currently the only two stealth people are York and I, and all I wanted was the stealth aspect, so I'll see about changing it to a more CIA back ground.
The history erasing may not sound necessary to you, but it's really just a plot device. I really don't want to go into everything he did for five years because that section would make my profile twice as long not to mention the time it would take me to describe all the damn missions and locations and UGH! As for the parents, that was a literary device to give my character more meat. This is a part I'll probably end up adding with my personality very soon. He has a very odd since of things, he believed his parents were holding him back from being a "ghost" in his eyes so he killed them deeming them a liability. Necessary, not really, interesting and questionable, certainly, and I like interesting and questionable.
Well that's pretty much what I did, so I'll just refer to it as something other then a rappel until the two of them are escaping the building.
I will keep that close to heart, though that fact wouldn't change much. The people down two flights might go WTF mate? But they wouldn't risk getting killed by turning their backs to the people shooting at them. Also it's safe to say that the men on Jack's side would shoot anyone trying to run to the second floor. Also, the two of them leave before the enemy really has a chance to do anything due to that explosion thing.
I knew that much about breifings, this was just an overview that was mainly for the reader, I tried to say that they had a more in depth breifing before which included blue prints and other things, but I guess I need to make that clearer.
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