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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:37 pm
MARINE REGISTRATION Intended to organize and confirm, the MARINE Registration area confirms all qualified individuals who would like to join the Marine Branch. In Order to be a part of the Marines, a person first pass Basic Training, and then qualify for a position in one of the Marine Squads, must be accepted and confirmed by an officer of that Unit's branch, and then they may proceed in choosing their job. The Jobs and weapons will be listed in the Armory. Also, in addition to being a marine, to be able to fight in a Battleground or officially be called a marine, a unit must currently be engaged in, or have passed Marksmen Training. Copy the Application Below:[color=#254117][size=15][b]PRIMARY INFORMATION [/b][/size][/color]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]SubGroup:[/b] (Armed Regular Forces)
[b]Roleplay Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Roleplay, over 18 )
[b]Bio:[/b]
[color=#254117][size=15][b]SECONDARY INFORMATION[/b][/size][/color]
[b]Team:[/b] (Alpha, Beta, Gamma)
[b]Role:[/b] (Role Specific, I.E. Grenadier, Squad Assault, Pilot etc.)
[b]Primary Weapon or Vehicle:[/b] (Chosen from lists)
[b]Secondary Weapon:[/b]
[b]Armor:[/b] (Apocalypse)
[b]Accessories:[/b]
[b]Other Information:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Roleplay Sample:[/b](Just copy paste your previous ones or provide a link)
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 12:14 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: Typo Positiv
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Kitai Genki
Age: 21
Bio: My past is complicated, to say the least. Suffice it to say, I spent most of my youth getting into trouble. I don't take orders well, and I tend to go wherever the wind takes me. I came here for my next big adventure, we'll see what comes next.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: ?
Weapon: ?
Secondary Weapon: ?
Armor: ?
Accessories: ?
Other Information: ?
Rank: ?
Roleplay Sample: stare See basic registration for details.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 8:29 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: Milo Everett
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Evelyn Larouche
Age: 19
Bio: Evelyn Francis Larouche was born in the city of Shuzimeh on the island of Artis. As both a hoghly intelligent person and a superb physical specimen, she had no trouble getting into the Marine Corps after graduating from school. She boasts a life long interest in dinosaurs, and aspires to one day be a palaeontologist. This career aspiration quickly earned her the nickname "Bones", a moniker she is rather fond of.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Rifleman
Primary Weapon: M16A4
Secondary Weapon: M9
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: Standard kit
Other Information:
Rank: E-1
Roleplay Sample: The storms came, as they always did, as soon as the battalion needed to get somewhere. The rain came down warm and heavy, turning the dirt roads into mud and making rapid movement of man and machine difficult. Tires got stuck, boots were dragged deep into the muck, and tracks got clogged up with filth. Progress was agonizingly slow, and sometimes nearly impossible.
Evelyn, like everybody else in the battalion, was soaked to the bone and exhausted. The incessant rain had been going on for most of the day, and her legs were sore from wading through the mud. She would have loved to be riding in one of the APCs, but she was needed on foot to help push them out of the mud every time they got stuck. Relief for her tired legs and feet would not come until nighttime, when the battalion halted to make camp. Then the misery of exhaustion would be replaced by that of trying to sleep while soaking wet and chilled to the bone. This was not what she had enlisted for.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:26 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: IXI B L A C K IXI
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Kevin Pointdexter
Age: 19
Bio: Pointdexter was forced to be a good kid when he was young, due to living in a suburban ghetto and being raised in labor. He was always made the one to work, from day to night, and sometimes night to day. His Father, Michael Pointdexter, had decided to teach him about Drill and being a Ranger. It seemed that Pointdexter was also raised to be a Solider himself, although that wasn't his exact career of choice. Many times him and his father, would train in Hand to Hand/Close Quarter Combat/CQC, and also using pellets for armed gun specialization. Dealing with his Academic/Scholar path, his Mom was like his teacher and was pretty much a better teacher than the ones at school. She had him take advanced courses and assignments, despite of others who doubted him. Pointdexter was forced to make many decisions, from finding a Career as a Citizen or a Career in the Military. He knew his Mom had also taught him military knowledge and so on, so he had no choice. As he grew up, pointdexter started to get involved with thugs and gangs.
His Father knew about it sooner or later, due to his friends coming over one day. His Parents didn't like them one bit, and also they punished him for it. This was beause they didn't want Kevin to get hurt nor arrested, also for him staying out of fights and not doing anything illegal. He knew he didn't have time for them, but he secretly hung out with them, telling them stories and teaching them some things. Of course he didn't teach them guns and stuff, but rather like a Mentor of knowledge and a go to person for them. When he reached Senior year of high school, he had got a diploma for a Top Advanced University, but rejected it knowing his parents. He now knew he had to go into the Military, because he threw away his true ambitions and dreams, to do something he was made for. He had registered for the Military, knowing that he had much to learn, and that he would be leaving soon. His friends tried to get him hooked up, but he saw no one that interested him, perhaps because they weren't really what he was looking for. Despite of it, Kevin knew he would find someone, but If not at least he'll have friends.
At the day of his Drifting, a Party was held and he was enjoying his time, surprised that his parents didn't say nothing to his friends. That day everyone got along, and he had a promise to make, to come back home and make them proud. He had many talents and abilities, but now he had to show them to the Military. This was where his story began.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Marksman(Soon)
Primary Weapon: Mk.41
Secondary Weapon: Desert Eagle
Armor: Apocalypse 1.0
Accessories: Bowie Knife
Other Information: Specialist in Computer & Mechanical Device
Rank: E-1
Roleplay Sample: The Grenadiers came firing their bomb shells, alerting and causing damage to the surrounding buildings, signaling for the Squad Assault to flank them. While the Grenadiers drew back, Marksman came following up from behind and fired shots. A few Tangos were down, yet it seemed they had incoming forces. The Snipers came shooting through the windows and open street paths. The Tangos found out they were being breached and surrounded, trying to find an escape route. And also they came using MGLs, which caught some groups of our Squad Assault. While the Grenadiers and Tango Heavy Assault battled it out, the Medics came over just in time. The Marksman came within the support, backing up the Grenadiers. The Snipers came moving in a bit closer, taking their cover and retiliated in a few clear shots. The Tango ran off and retreated, leaving behind their wounded and dead.
Just before anyone could celebrate, a Sniper noticed a Bomb beginning to Detonate. The Commander in which was the Sniper, yelled down to Kevin within distance. He gave him orders for retreat and evacuation, and Pointdexter commanded the orders to leave at once. Everyone started to clear out, while the Snipers tried to disarm the bomb. Kevin came up just in time, to notice that it was computerized and attached. He came taking out a Universal tool, starting to cut a few red wires, but didn't cut any yellow. He had to decide which blue one to cut, within only 10 seconds remaining. Their lives and his life was depending on it, because it would be a heavy casualty. Pointdexter came sweeping through the interlocking blue wires, to find the one that connected properly. He came having his fingers in an awkward position, but came snapping it at 2seconds. He placed the Universal tool away, sweating out of his mind and regaining his breath.
And as they all came out, everyone cheered at Pointdexter while the Transportation arrived. Pointdexter had been the Main Support for everyone, from taking out Main Tango/Enemy Snipers to delaying the Main Assault Tangos/Enemies. He came resting inside of the helicopter, knowing that it was their time to head back to base. At this point a Threat was no longer here, and their overall Mission was accomplished.
{~Captain of Squad 13[G.E.]~}(~Captain of Squad 2[SGXIII]~)
-Naraku Yuherai[IXI B L A C K IXI/iBlack-SoulX]-
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:05 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: XxLady_GuineverexX
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Alyssa "Hatter" McConley
Age: 20
Bio: Born and raised a marine brat, and she still is. She has been in the marines since she was 18, and has done 2 tours to the front line. She's an excellent marksmen, and good with hand to hand combat.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Gamma
Role: Assault Squad
Primary Weapon: Armalite AR-18 Automatic Rifle
Secondary Weapon: HK XM25 Grenad Launcher
Armor: Apocolypse
Accessories: Standard items, such as frag grenades, and flash grenades, extra ammo, ya know, the works.
Other Information: N/A
Rank: E-4 (Corporal)
Roleplay Sample:
Hatter was running, she didn't think she was going to make it to the checkpoint. Well, it was a checkpoint to her. She could hide, and catch her breath, and regroup with her team. She'd been sent in as an undercover operation, and they were spotted. She was still furious with herself over it. She landed in the ditch, and ran north. Almost there, ALMOST There. s**t.
Hatter'd been hit. She didn't scream, as she found cover. Checking, she discovered, it wasn't a fatal wound, but it'd hurt later. She caught her breath, and headed out again. It wasn't long until she'd found herself safe, in a barn. No gunfire here, no one trying to kill her. She finally took a deep breath and sat down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 12:21 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION Username: goofyandpolarbears
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Charlie Abby Guzman
Age: 18
Bio: It all started when Charlie was born in a bathtub. Did you say bathtub? Yes, Bathtub. Anyways her mother calls her the beautiful mistake. Her mother is a nurse in the navy and her father is the General Of the Army. Her father, Kenny, is very important to the army and is expected to ship out to different places. So Charlie never really got to see her father as a little baby. Nor her mother. She was always with a babysitter. Charlie really diddn't care because her father and mother always came back, bringing her antiques and different food that they collected all over the world. Charlie had a normal school life. She got picked on a lot because she never really got to see her parents.. and because of her sexuality. Charlie is bisexual. Her parents except her for who she is but society does not. So Charlie became depressed and delusional. She became suicidal so her parents placed her in a mental institution for 2 years. Progress was well after 2 years and Charlie got out at the age of 12. When Charlie was 7 she started to train to be in the military. At the age of 18 Charlie became a master at fist fighting. She is a bit rusty on weaponery but she is getting better. A lot more happened to her but she doesn't like to talk about it.SECONDARY INFORMATION Team: Beta
Role: Photographer
Primary Weapon: HK G36
Secondary Weapon: Koch HK MP7A1 submachine gun
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: camera equipment and a swiss army knife
Other Information: Charlie is very good in picking up anything off of the floor and using it as a weapon. She is also exellent at fist fighting.
Rank: Corporal
Roleplay Sample:Charlie Abby Guzman sighed as her dear mother hugged her tightly. "Oh sweetie please do write" She whispered in Charlie's ear. Charlie placed her bags down and hugged her mother. "I will mama" She said as a small tear rolled down her cheek. Soon enough her father came back in his own personal uniform and smiled proudly. Charlie started to cry all over again. Happy she is leaving and her papa being so proud of her. "Come here my Charlie" Papa said sweetly as he hugged her tightly. Charlie hugged her papa tightly. "I'm so proud of you Charlie" He said and kissed her cheek. Soon enough the bus came as the doors opened letting other daring soldiers inside the bus. Men came out grabbing bags and placing them inside the storage area. Charlie watched a bit before her mother hugged her again. "Mama I have to go now" Charlie said in tears. Her mother nodded and let her go as she wiped her tears away. Charlie watched as one of the men grabbed her bags as Charlie walked inside the bus. Charlie looked around as everyone was settling down. It felt strange yet weird in the bus. Charlie sat down in the back as she touched her locket. Inside was a picture of her mother and father. The bus took off slow at first as she watched her parents wave. Charlie kept her eyes on her parents until they dissappeared. She wiped her tears away and sniffled a bit before pulling her hood over her head and leaning on the window. Charlie felt her father's camera around her neck as she driffted off to sleep.
Charlie awoken as the bus stopped in the camp. She wipped her eyes and yawned as everyone got up and stretched as well. Charlie got up and grabbed her carry on bag filled with her personal belongings. She sighed feeling like she is starting fresh. Charlie walked off the bus as it became instently hot. She took off her sweater revealing her green tank top. Charlie was required to wear her military uniform. She tied her sweater around her waist as Charlie grabbed her bags from the storage area. Charlie then decided to sit on her bags while everyone was getting together. She looked around for awhile. Charlie saw.. well a boot camp. Military students training and sargents yelling, giving commands. Charlie yawned and decided, by the looks of it, that this was going to be brutal.
She then saw a tall professional looking man walk to the bus. "Line up soldiers!" He commanded as everyone stopped what they were doing and lined up. Charlie lined up. She stood straight and did not move. The man walked along the line inspecting the men until he came up to Charlie surprised. He looked at her chest making sure he was looking at a girl. The man grabbed her dog tag. It stated:
Charlie Abby Guzman
o pos
Military Photographer
1005552
The man smirked and looked at the beautiful girl one more time before walking off. Charlie took one peek at the line stretching her head out. Everyone was men. She was the only girl. "Great" Charlie thought as she went back to her original position. "I'm the only girl in my unit.. hope your happy papa because I'm going to be the best of the best" Charlie thought. She smirked at the thought. Today was going to be a good day.
[[not my best work]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 9:13 pm
NPC CHARACTER! Do NOT make a separate NPC character unless instructed to do so. PRIMARY INFORMATION Username:Suicidesoldier#1 SubGroup: Drill Instructor Roleplay Name:Directly Anonymous Age: Classified. Bio: Classified. SECONDARY INFORMATIONTeam: Drill Instructor Role: Drill Instructor, Marskmen/Sniper Primary Weapon: Barret XM500 Secondary Weapon: M14 Armor: (Apocalypse) Accessories: 13 1/2 inch bowie knife Other Information: An experienced Drill Instructor, he is ready to teach many the things necessary to become a decent recruit. Rank: Blackwater Roleplay Sample: The righteous eradication of the infidel nation was the only possible answer for this kind of situation. Extreme prejudiced was exerted during events like these, and for Loginquitas Iuguolo, this wasn't entirely a bad thing. After all, the very land he stood on was bathed in the blood and discarded remains of innocent civilians slaughtered by the hands of genocide; and the people who had committed these acts. No, for Loginquitas Iuguolo the land he was about to gain control of he was liberating, consecrating the area until he transformed the infertile decaying cesspool into something useful, perhaps even holy. Plucked from his daydream, Loginquitas Iuguolo spied a slowly treading sentry advancing towards his position. Aware of his duties to remove possible scouts, the sentry he was staring at was quickly concluded to be a scout, given his awkward gate and isolated existence. Peering through his scope and lining up his crosshairs in coordination with the wind, temperature, position of his rifle, position of his target, and Coriolis force, he lead a quick prayer to justify his actions. “The action is an act of mercy; a forsaken life cannot be left in anguish, and perils and grievances must be removed before the spirit can come to rest. The final act of Damnation has been received by your end. The only proper way to dispose of you is with a gentle removal of you from this world. See you on the other side. Amen.” The sights of the rifle aligned correctly, Loginquitas Iuguolo made sure he was aiming towards his target, and squeezed the trigger.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:37 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: XxEmoLifexX_USMC
SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces) Silent Drill Platoon
Roleplay Name: (What Ever my rank is) Hargis
Age: (Roleplay, over 18 ) 21
Bio: Currently in USMCJROTC, Captain of GPD, and GSF
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: (Alpha, Beta, Gamma) Alpha
Role: (Role Specific, I.E. Grenadier, Rifleman, Squad Assault etc.) Squad Assualt
Primary Weapon: (Chosen from lists) M4 Carbine
Secondary Weapon: Beretta M9 9MM
Armor: (Apocalypse) Interceptor
Accessories: Ka-Bar, ACOG
Other Information: Sting Grenades
Rank: PFC. is my current rank
Roleplay Sample:(Just copy paste your previous ones or provide a link) Matt was patrolling the area with two other comrades, both armed with M16's and 45 Autos. Matt was walking..and out of nowhere gunfire rang out..Matt yelled "hit the dirt". They dropped to the ground and started to head for cover. Matt seen a sentry out of the corner of his eye and he took aim. " Tango Down". Then out of nowhere, Cpl. Cothran screamed. Matt jumped out and started to look around, He seems ok. but whats going on. Cpl. Cothran started laughing and shouted " I got him Pvt."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:18 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: The shadows king13
SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces)
Roleplay Name: James
Age: 23
Bio: I rather not say anything really
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Riflemen
Primary Weapon: SCAR MK.17
Secondary Weapon: Smith & Wessen .500
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: bowie knife, M67 frag gernade, M203 gernade launcher
Other Information: James is a great tactical specialist and hunter
Rank:
Roleplay Sample: Must I
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:20 pm
XxEmoLifexX_GPD PRIMARY INFORMATION Username: XxEmoLifexX_USMC SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces) Silent Drill Platoon Roleplay Name: (What Ever my rank is) Hargis Age: (Roleplay, over 18 ) 21 Bio: Currently in USMCJROTC, Captain of GPD, and GSF SECONDARY INFORMATIONTeam: (Alpha, Beta, Gamma) Alpha Role: (Role Specific, I.E. Grenadier, Rifleman, Squad Assault etc.) Squad Assualt Primary Weapon: (Chosen from lists) M4 Carbine Secondary Weapon: Beretta M9 9MM Armor: (Apocalypse) Interceptor Accessories: Ka-Bar, ACOG Other Information: Sting Grenades Rank: PFC. is my current rank Roleplay Sample:(Just copy paste your previous ones or provide a link) Matt was patrolling the area with two other comrades, both armed with M16's and 45 Autos. Matt was walking..and out of nowhere gunfire rang out..Matt yelled "hit the dirt". They dropped to the ground and started to head for cover. Matt seen a sentry out of the corner of his eye and he took aim. " Tango Down". Then out of nowhere, Cpl. Cothran screamed. Matt jumped out and started to look around, He seems ok. but whats going on. Cpl. Cothran started laughing and shouted " I got him Pvt."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:22 pm
the shadows king13 PRIMARY INFORMATION Username: The shadows king13 SubGroup: (Armed Regular Forces) Roleplay Name: James Age: 23 Bio: I rather not say anything really SECONDARY INFORMATION Team: Alpha Role: (Marksmen in Progress) Primary Weapon: SCAR MK.17 Secondary Weapon: Smith & Wessen .500 Armor: (Apocalypse) Accessories: bowie knife, M67 frag gernade, M203 gernade launcher Other Information: James is a great tactical specialist and hunter Rank: Roleplay Sample: Must I
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:17 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: kain-Navy Commander
SubGroup: regular armed forces
Roleplay Name: Marcus (aka: ghost)
Age: 20
Bio: was born into a family of countless soldiers, ever since he was a child Marcus was fasinated by the military, and oncehe was 10 he decided to start some training by him self under the supervision of his grand father, an ex-marine. when Marcus was 18 he lost his girlfriend in a war from a bomb shell, ever since then Marcus has been training even harder than he he ever was, not only to prove to himself and his grand-father but also to prove to his girlfriend, may her soul rest in peace, that he will make her proud
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: alpha
Role: marksmen(soon) sniper(hopefully)
Primary Weapon or Vehicle: HK416 modular assault rifle
Secondary Weapon: desert eagle
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: navy seal combat knife, Red-Dot Reflex Scope
Other Information: Marcus is great at stealth operations, and long range fireing weapons, like snipers
Rank: E-1
Roleplay Sample:12 men in each helicopter, 14 helicopters, 14 combat drops, each unit was assigned to capture a key strategic point behind enemy lines, our commander told us this was going to be one our easiest missions, frankly thats bullshit, becasue ever since marcus join the 141 battalion every mission was brutal, every mission seemed like we were being sent into the meat grinder, from stealth operations where you are outnumbered and out gunned, to search and destroy and search and rescue. but to be honest those missions will seem like basic training compared to the one marcus was about to understake. we are going up against thousands of troops, including tanks, multiple gun implacements, and mine fields. our task is to breach into a gulag and rescue a high value prisoner who is surposed to have high value intel on a top secret development that out enemy is developing. "OK EVERYONE HOOK UP AND GET READY FOR THE DROP" that was our unit captin, Ron Angel aka night stalker. "well i guess the time has come" marcus thought as he hooked up and waited for the green light to jump "i'll see you in hell"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:09 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION Username:Snipermanz SubGroup:Sniper/Marskmen Roleplay Name:Age: Loginquitas Iuguolo (Preacher) Bio: N/A SECONDARY INFORMATIONTeam: Alpha Role: Sniper/Marskmen Primary Weapon: Barrett XM500 long range sniper rifle (Self choice as a Sniper right?) or CheyTac .408 for squad duties. Secondary Weapon: Mk.14 Mod.0 Enhanced BattleArmor: (Apocalypse) Accessories:13 1/2 inch Bowie Knife Other Information:Passed Marksmen Training Rank:Gunnery Sergeant Roleplay Sample: The righteous eradication of the infidel nation was the only possible answer for this kind of situation. Extreme prejudiced was exerted during events like these, and for Loginquitas Iuguolo, this wasn't entirely a bad thing. After all, the very land he stood on was bathed in the blood and discarded remains of innocent civilians slaughtered by the hands of genocide; and the people who had committed these acts. No, for Loginquitas Iuguolo the land he was about to gain control of he was liberating, consecrating the area until he transformed the infertile decaying cesspool into something useful, perhaps even holy. Plucked from his daydream, Loginquitas Iuguolo spied a slowly treading sentry advancing towards his position. Aware of his duties to remove possible scouts, the sentry he was staring at was quickly concluded to be a scout, given his awkward gate and isolated existence. Peering through his scope and lining up his crosshairs in coordination with the wind, temperature, position of his rifle, position of his target, and Coriolis force, he lead a quick prayer to justify his actions. “The action is an act of mercy; a forsaken life cannot be left in anguish, and perils and grievances must be removed before the spirit can come to rest. The final act of Damnation has been received by your end. The only proper way to dispose of you is with a gentle removal of you from this world. See you on the other side. Amen.” The sights of the rifle aligned correctly, Loginquitas Iuguolo made sure he was aiming towards his target, and squeezed the trigger.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:34 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: Lich Arthas Menethil
SubGroup: Marines CO
Roleplay Name: Arthas Menethil
Age: 29
Bio:
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: All
Role: CO
Primary Weapon or Vehicle: 6.8mm x 43mm SPC
Secondary Weapon: Three Glock 18's
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: Grenade launcher, green tactical laser, x4 Red-dot scope
Other Information: CO of the Marines
Rank: General
Roleplay Sample: (I am tah commandahz! scream )
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Lich Arthas Menethil Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:37 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION Username: Willowed
SubGroup: Armed Regular Forces
Roleplay Name: Jonathan Christopher Shepard, III
Age: Twenty-one.
Bio: After burying his father and brother who had served in the military and died in action, Jon decided to join the military himself and become a better man and a respectable one of the Shepard family. He grew up like most military children, moving around from city to city, post to post, and he had few, if any, friends. The closest person to his heart was his little brother, who died from a bullet to his neck that severed his wind pipe. The kid was only eighteen, and Jon never forgave himself for letting his brother join up in the Marines. Instead of brooding at home, wishing for a better life, Jon signed up for the Marines, where he hopes to be a much better man and bring honor to the Shepards.SECONDARY INFORMATIONTeam: Bravo (Beta)
Role: Counter-sniper
Primary Weapon or Vehicle: Springfield M1A
Secondary Weapon: (if possible) USP .45 tactical (with suppressor)
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: Navy SEALs tactical knife, M84 stun grenades (2), ACOG 2x telescopic sight (exchangeable with default 6x-10x telescopic scope)
Other Information: N/A
Rank: E-1/E-2
Roleplay Sample:
Jon walked up to the firing range. It was hot, humid, and uncomfortable. He was by himself on this, his final test. Sighting, compensating for, counting to, and firing upon and knocking down a single target of an unknown substance, height, and distance among numerous false targets. He was given a piece of paper with twelve faces of known enemies. He had two hours beforehand calibrating his scope on a bi-pod of six inches for a target of aluminum of three meters tall and .75 meters wide at the base at one hundred meters distance. In two shots, Jon was able to line up his crosshairs to hit a 4 cm spread at 100 meters. In other words, his gun was extremely accurate.
Now he would be identifying a target at an unknown distance, and unknown height, without a bi-pod, and without the help of a seeker, a highly-trained man who identifies targets and distances for a sniper team usually consisting of only him and the sniper. He was sweating. He was hot. His full uniform and gear weighed nearly sixty pounds. He had run for two miles to get from the calibration range to the testing range. He was breathing hard. He had five minutes to set up his equipment and tap a button to fell a small plywood door behind which he was lying, ready to do his job.
He laid down, pulled the M1A from his back, aimed it toward the door, holding it in place with only his elbows. He pulled a 10-round magazine from his belt on the right side, fully loaded, and aligned it with the rectangular opening on the bottom of his gun. He snapped the magazine in, and pulled the slider on the right side of his gun, just below the scope, to chamber the first round. He would need only one... hopefully. He took a large breath and sighed. At the point of his next intake, he pressed the button and, using his memory of the twelve faces given only two three hours before, he looked through the scope and spotted seventeen targets, but none of them matched any of the pictures he was given. Holding his breath for twenty-three seconds, he found an eighteenth target hiding in a small window. It was only two minutes high. Supposedly, that would make the target 200 meters away, but the height was unknown. He looked around for an object to compare. Nearby stood a 2x4 plank of wood. Extremely small at the distance, the wood had three notches in it, and the bottom notch read "M". The second notch read "2" and the third "3". Three meters. Clever bastards. At two minutes, the target and board were exact. It was three meters tall. That meant the target was, in fact, 600 meters away. Unfortunately, his scope did not allow for a 6x distance change and stay accurate. With five minutes on the scope, eighty-four seconds down on the mission already, and no way to compensate for the change, Jon took a calculated risk. He knew his optics were at 6x. He had a 10x scope. He knew that going from 6 to 9 would increase the minutes to three, not two, and that would allow an easier window to hit. Quickly compensating after clicking over three times on the magnifier, and placing the crosshair on the window board above his target, he pulled the hair-trigger. It snapped at 10 pounds and let a spring, fully compressed, open to move a pin and gear around that launched a larger pin into the small circle in the middle of the brass cartridge, igniting an initial charge that lit a secondary charge that caused the steel .308 bullet to accelerate down the barrel at nearly 2000 feet per second. The rifling made the bullet spin as the expanding gasses pushed it out. The bullet, flying through the air, spinning faster than a top, flew seemingly straight. However, at three hundred meters, it started to drop. It dropped further and further until, at two and three-eighths of a second, the bullet hit the target between its eyes, dropping the steel plate with a loud c***k. In the gun, a powerful spring shoved the ejector plate backward, and a hot cartridge slid out as a new, cool one took its place.
Jon sighed.
"Target down."
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