Final Dawn is a Halo Based Roleplaying guild taking place after Halo 3 and about the time of Halo 4. We are not based on the main characters of the game itself but more on the history and lore, with some added twist of creativity. Final Dawn provides a some what vivid approach to the Halo Universe. You may play as a Spartan, a Marine, even an Elite or a grunt if you want to. We are of course a semi-lit to full-lit guild although we do allow the occurrence of the one liner now and then.
Our story line progression is very diverse in nature as there is no one enemy in space, our Spartans and Marines have faced Insurrectionist, and Covenant alike. They have dealt with unsavory Rogue A.I's and even ONI secrets. Join now for more excitement and adventures in the Halo Universe.
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Private Twain
Rank: Private
Class: Grunt
Service Branch: Marines
Military Operational Specialty: Infantry
Vessel: UNSC Happy Days
Location: Harvest
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Mood: EagerDisposition Bad
"There is nothing like hot coffee in the morning" PFC Twain
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Twain raised his DMR to his shoulder and put his eye close to the scope, he watched as the small grunt wobbled around looking for something. Slowly panning left Twain saw two more grunts each with plasma pistols running to catch up to their comrade. He smirked a little and grinned as he carefully took aim. The wind was blowing slightly over the scarred land and with little shade and for the grunts. PFC Twain watched as the first of the three grunts heads entered the center of his cross-air and fired off a round straight into the little buggers head, before the second grunt could react he panned over quickly and fired off another round. He grinned as he saw them fall down, then he remembered there were three of them.
The last grunt started shouting and running around in circles, he had a pair of plasma grenades in his hands now and he was charging at Private Twain as quickly his little legs could carry him. Twain panned over trying to find the last grunt, much to his surprise his position behind a pair of large rocks had been compromised and the last grunt jumped as Twain took aim and fired off two rounds into its chest. The grunts final act was tossing the grenades at Twain's location, as Private Twain began to lower his DMR he heard something land next to him and saw a grenade land on his DMR. His eyes went wide as he pulled the DMR off and threw it in the air. The next thing he felt was the sting of the Plasma Grenade behind him and the pain in his ears from the blast of the Grenade Detonating on the DMR.
