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Name: Kyle (James) Anderson
Appearance: Kyle, at 24 years of age, stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. He has long brown hair and dark blue eyes. His hair is of a silky texture despite it’s thickness and it tends to stay where Kyle puts it. His eyes are bright and you can see a large amount of expression through them.
Most of the times you see him, he will be wearing a black assault shirt and black assault pants. He wears a custom made black shoulder holster with three extra magazine holders on the opposite side.
When undercover or doing assassinations, he bears a black trench coat which conceals his arsenal. He does wear a light Kevlar vest but, that too, is hidden underneath his coat.
If there comes a time when he can’t ware his regular clothes, he will ware almost the same attire. He wears digitalized camouflage assault pants and shirt, varying on the terrain type, and wears a combat Kevlar vest, balaclava, and tactical helmet.
Personality: He is perfectly capable of being a smartass and, at times, does act like one. Other then that he is pretty laid back and follows orders pretty well. He likes to joke around because he feels as though if a job as serious as this is always serious, everyone will go insane, therefore, he tries his best to cheer them up. He is open to talk to anyone about anything because he likes to help people. There are rare times when he isn’t open to give advice and help out his team. One of the necessities for a successful fire team in Kyle’s book is that the team he is with needs to trust one another. They need to be close like family before they go into active duty. If someone makes a mistake, everyone needs to take the fall with him; they must all support one another. Like all the parts of a clock, they must function with precision, and if one piece fails, the clock won’t tell the time until the piece is replaced or fixed.
While on the field, he acts mostly the same. After all, he can’t change who he is. He might add quirks here and there to keep the unit lighthearted and to keep their morale up. He doesn’t, however, accept slacking and the impeding progress. Most importantly, he likes to stick to the task at hand.
Belongings: As his primary weapon, he carries the now cancelled OICW-program, M-29 project. It fires a standard 5.56mm NATO kinetic round and has an attached 25mm grenade launcher with a 6 round clip in back like a bullpup design. On top it has a ballistic computer for firing the grenades. While on the Ranger Team, during the first year or so, he signed up for the field testing of the OICW. He made some friends in the process. His comrade was dishonorably discharged for stealing some of the few they had there. They were never recovered. He met up with him before the hearing and he told Kyle where the guns were and to help himself. Normally, he wouldn't accept that but because he was going off the grid anyway, he didn't care.
As a secondary weapon, he carries dual Glock 18’s with high capacity magazines with custom built silencers. He, lastly, has a Mk. 23 SOCOM. As an emergency firearm, he carries one USP 45. He has a Battle Knife which doubles as a bayonet. Other things might be thermal/nightvision goggles, grapple, radio built into his helmet, frag grenades and WP grenades. He also has other gadgets like Gas Masks, Tear Gas, trip wires, C4, etc.
His layout changes when stealth is needed. He carries an UMP-45 and if a more compact gun is needed, an MP-5K. He doesn't bring the Glock 18's or the Mk.23. He has Dual USP's and a M-9 for backup. He has more then enough flashbangs, and 2 WP grenades if needed. If they need to capture someone, he brings tear gas and wears a MSA Millennium Gas Mask.
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 and a small tour. He applied for the Special Forces and was leading a team within 2 years after his Squad Leader was KIA. He led his Ranger Team through multiple operations and was accepted into the Delta Force, however, after 6 years of the Army, he was done. He wanted a normal life. 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 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.
RP Sample: Kyle sat the his desolate apartment. It was desolate of life, furniture, and light. The shades were pulled and Kyle laid down on the blanket-less matress spread eagle. He was staring at the brownish colored ceiling. It wasn't painted brown either. The leaks were uncountable. Kyle didn't care though, he was only here for the night. He got up and poured himself some scotch. He sipped it and walked out of the room in his boxers. He looked through drawers and in between couch cushions. He finally found his cigarettes. Kyle wasn't one to drink or smoke, especailly on the job, but he didn't give a s**t anymore. He wasn't to go back home where he coud actually inhale without grimacing.

The smoke emitting from the cigarette was the air freshener of this apartment building. The blackened walls and cheap...everything was worn out. Finally his alarm went off. He smirked, "It 's about ********' time." He torn open the blinds flooding hell's doorstep with light. Kyle closed his eyes and sheilded them with his hand. oce his eyes were adjusted, he looked out the window across the streets of New York City. The curtains were extremely heavy or Kyle was extremely drunk. When the curtains were opened, the sounds of NYC were bustling around the room like it was taking part on that spot. Kyle took out binoculars and saw the building.

It was a bank, led by someone named Carl Johanson. Evidently, Carl was more then just a president of a bank. Kyle watched until the men sat down at his desk. Kyle put on earohones and listened.

Carl spoke to a non-visual person from Kyle's view, "It's going me a long day."

Kyle chuckled as he sipped his scotch, "Hoho, this day is goign to be over before you know it I assure you."

Kyle has been at the apartment for a week prior setting up plans, escape routes and emergency routes. Kyle was a fan of worst case senerios and planned for them accordingly.

Kyle spoke to himself while watching the prey from afar, " 3, 2, 1..aaaaand...meeting!"

Sure enough, Carl spoke, "Oh s**t. I have a meeting."

Kyle laughs and threw the binoculars on the couch. He didn't have much time. He got out his laptop and found a connection in the city and started presing buttons. He got out a 95M from it's case and loaded it. He set it by the open window. He pressed a few buttons and took another sip from the glass. He walked over to the window and saw the meeting commence. He put on the earphones and matched the presentation perfectly.

"Banks are one of most important networks to exist on this earth. They are in charge of loans and safeguarding your personal gain."

It went on and on and Kyle was quoting it like a favorite song. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He whipped around, "s**t!" He ran into the bedroom and returned with a silenced MP-9. He spoke, "Who is it?"

From the other side of the door a voice spoke, "NYPD. We have some questions for you." Kyle spoke, "Ummmm, this place is kind of a mess, how many people am I suspecting? I don't want two house parties this week." The detective chuckled, "Just me and Officer Bradley."

Kyle looked at the computer screen and the words were scrolling, " The time is near for action. These clients who try to beat the system must be punished!" Kyle knew that it had to go down now. If he missed this hit, he would have to spend another week planning. Kyle walked up to the door and opened it, the MP-9 held at his hip, "Officers...now isn't a good time. He pulled the trigger several times sending bullets into their chests. He dragged them in and onto the bed in a spooning position. He ran back to his rifle and shut the presentation off and got out a microphone while aiming at the culprits head.

Inside the meeting room the voice sounded masked and altered, "Mr. Hoban. Have you been wondering where all your money has been going? Have you? Let me ust tell you, Mr. Hoban, it isn't the clients cheating the system." Kyle paused as he pulled he bolt back and locked it back into place, "Mr. Johanson. Have you been selling weapons to the wrong people?" Just then a shot rang out and Mr Johanson was no longer in his seat, but on on the floor covered in blood."

Kyle spoke again, "Mr. Hoban, consider this, an engagement gift for you! I think that saving your bank chain is worth enough to Helen."

Meanwhile, Mr. Hoban had a look of horror on his face and Kyle said, "Oh don't look too surprised. It was either me or his suppliers! By the way, I'm looking forward to dinner next week."

Kyle cut the line and laughed, " I love ********' with 'em."

Alucard von Dracali

As for your appearance, what are "Assault" shirts and pants? What does that mean? Also, phrases like "It’s too late then." are a show of arrogance, especially somewhere where that's not even needed. I would avoid things like that.

As for your weapons, how did you come across your OICW? As that it was an experimental weapon, it is likely that only few prototypes were made, and so purchasing one would be an impossibility. Also, what kind of 'gadgets' do you have on you? Go into more detail on that.

And it's understandable that you understand CQC, as that you were an Army Ranger, and that you could preform a rarer martial art, but where would you receive training to fight with a katana, and for what reason would you have done so?

You see to be a well rounded child, very athletic, highly intelligent, and rich. You're from the OC, plus intelligence. So you're about to go to one of the most prestigous schools in the country, and everything is looking up, and then for no reason whatsoever your parents are killed and all of their wealth disappears, and you are put into substantial debt. Then, despite that you made very good grades and were able to get into Harvard, yet all your scholarship opportunities are now null and void? So the logical conlusion is to join the army? How did you become the squad leader, how did you get those medals, how were you able to just say 'I don't wanna any more' and quit? You leave too much not explained.

And as for your RP sample, you can keep that one if you like, but I'd suggest making a new one, and having it be at least twice that long.

1. Assault shirts and pants are shirts and pants with extra padding where needed. They also have Kevlar stiched into them.

2. Then they shall be avoided.

3. While on the Ranger Team, during the first year or so, I signed up for to field testing of the OICW. I made some friends in the process. My comrade was dishonorably discharged for stealing some of the few they had there. They were never recovered I met up with him before the hearing and he told me where they were and to help myself. Normally, I wouldn't but because I was going off the grid anyway, I didn't care.

4. Gadgets - Gas Mask, Tear Gas, trip wires, C4, etc. I guess the appropaite words here is accessories. I couldn't think of one at the time.

5. Parents had the cash to go anywhere they wanted. I suppose they went to somewhere in asia and learned and it was passed onto me by my father. Nothing too fancy basic moves and what not.

6. I still had the scholarships they weren't enough to get me into Harvard or any other school I wanted to go in. Some radical church person wanting to enforce the sex before marriage teaching killed them. I joined the army because I had no where else to go. My parents lost contact with their families. Squad leader, O.K. Well, During one of the operations, my squad leader was relaying information to base, we were doing recon work. We came into contact with heavy weapons fire and he was killed. Kyle was then put in charge because of what the Army saw in training. The medals are complicated.

1) After becoming squad leader I was still pretty young and inexperienced, however, so was my group. I accedentally led them into an ambush resulting me getting shot in shoulder, through-and-through. 1 PH

2)After that, during an operation in Afganistan, I lead my team in to recover intel from a bunker. We got it but on the way out, we were attacked resulting in us missing our chopper. Basically our whole team received the Purple Heart, I personally was shot on in the left arm. We re-established contact and were piced up 2 days later.

3) Lastly, in a firefight in Iraq. one of my men was hit in the middle of a road and I went out with the medic to treat him. I was caught with a bullet right above the right part of my a** and it traveled up by back and richcheted out off my rib, fracturing it.

I was rewarded with the cross after the Army reviewed my file and saw my resume and reports and debreifing, etc. That is went they offered me a postion is Delta Force. I left the army soon after because I had gathered enough money to start a regualr life up. I wanted at least part of a civilian life.

7/ I'll do that, but it'll have to wait if you don't mind.

Okay, now put all of that in your profile up there. However, you won't really need to put in everything, such as how you got the purple hearts, though you should list where you have been wounded, as that these wounds will likely cause problems for you later on. Also, I was under the impression that you had to serve a set amount of time while serving in the military, and you cannot leave, especially when the country is in a state of war.

Oh, and as for the weapons training, I would include that you haven't really been formally trained, but rather that you've just been taught the basics. You never know when you're going to get into a sword fight and you're going to need to know that background info. razz

OK. I will. Yes, you can sign up for a 5 year deal. And we aren't really in a state of war anymore. Just upholding the peace. Also the Rangers have moved on. It;s up to the Infantry to hold it now. Therefore, I can leave.

I'll change that.

Edited profile...deciding to go back to training. Hope it works. My personality is serious always. It's just when not on the job he can be friendly from time to time. Efficiency and productivity are things that are high on his list. So yes, a**l retentive. I'm not sure exactly what I should add to history. I started when he was young and slowly went up...still unsure of what you want me to do there. Thanks for the compliment. People can have their assumptions...some may be right, some wrong.

Name: Vince Longfeather

Appearance: Vince is very streamlined in his build. Standing at 6'2 but only weighing at 223 pounds. His limbs are rather long and he appears emaciated with a rather sunken face and very pronounced high cheek bones. He has very short bronze hair that bleaches to a more golden color during the summer season, and sharp green eyes that always seem to be looking beyond or through what he’s facing.

Whenever he goes out on a mission he wears a night camouflage special ops breathable immersion suit that covers everything but the feet, hands, and face. Along with that he wears his old combat boots, thin black gloves and a mask. When not on duty he wears what ever is on hand that’s comfortable to him. Usually a plain shirt and long pants, though again with his boots.

Personality: Patience is his most highly held virtues. It is seconded only to his strange sense of honor and pride. Vince is very reactive and empathic so will change his normal reaction often based on who he is addressing or the way they’re acting. He is rather polite and will apologize if he bumps into someone or makes a mistake of some kind, but tends to really only ever seek company with those who in his eyes are honorable or worthy individuals. Often he can be seen praying and making a strange gesture over his heart with two hands. He is very closed about his faith except to those who have truly and deeply earned his trust. One thing that he has divulged is his wish to go to ‘paradise’ when he dies, believing that this can only be accomplished through battle.

Even off the battlefield he has adopted a sort of long rolling step from moving with the intent of not being seen and being quiet for so long. Despite his ability to connect with people so easily he tends be alone and not talk much. Preferring to keep to a smaller circle with few to none. As well as being superstitious, he is also very spiritual and knows how to read tarot cards.


Belongings: His main weapon is an M107 .50 caliber special application scoped rifle. He also carries a 7.62 second generation SOCOM close-quarter battle rifle. And last, two black tempered long knives with cloth wrap handles.

Vince is almost never seen without his black combat boots, ragged and patched multiple times, each lace has duct tape holding it together. His spec ops body suit along with the gloves and mask are also his. The special three layers of the suit allows him to comfortably cross most extreme climates and conditions. One layer cools, the other is a heat trapper, while the outside protects from moisture and can have kevlar attached to a few places from it’s capability to have sections easily replaced.

Also a hand sized metal rectangle with a great white dragon on a black background with a pentacle above it’s head. In a small pouch along with the plate of metal he has a pack of worn tarot cards.

Other: He strives to be a true expert in the art of the perfect shot. The use of firearms is where his abilities lie. While he is reasonably capable with his knives, he mostly uses them as tools or for silent take downs, whether thrown, or stabbed into a vital area.

History: Vince grew up in northern Minnesota along the border and very close to Red lake. His family lived far up into the forest so very young he was taught how to hunt and survive on his own should the worst happen. His father was a former army soldier, but even though he had gained medals that would shame a general all of his doings were classified. And his mother was a field medic. When they went up to their house they eventually were adopted as members of an Ojibwe tribe, thus earning the name Longfeather when his father shot a raven from two miles away while it was above the center of where an ancient ceremony was taking place.

Vince was home-schooled until he earned a high-school diploma at sixteen. While he wasn’t a boy genius by any means, he was still capable if he cared enough to apply himself. Which wasn’t all that often. With a bit of help from his father he faked his age in order to get into the army. He hasn’t seen his family since. After a few last favors called in by his father, Vince was able to be admitted to the covert unit after he completed boot camp and advanced weapons training. The missions were deadly and grueling, pushing him to his limits and forcing him to become better or die.

During some of the endless hours waiting, or marching, or staked out with just himself and his rifle he often thought of things. Of the nature of the world and why he fought so hard for a cause that was rapidly becoming vain and self-destructive? Endless hours alone will eventually transform most anyone into a philosopher and thinker. It certainly did for Vince, at least from his perspective. Like his father, he gained numerous medals and awards. The more he got, the less they meant to him. Eventually he discreetly presumed MIA and joined a new lucrative military group he had heard whispered among the other spec ops members. The Black Templars.

RP Sample: “I wonder who you are, officer?” Vince spoke to himself. He often did this as it helped him to sort out his thoughts. The trigger of his M107 rested easily against his right finger and the smoothness of it could be felt as he had taken off his gloves for this particular shot. The massive, flat-toped boulder he was laying on was warm from baking in the sun, and the long scrub grass on top of it was comfortable. Vince could wait here for days and not notice. In fact he had.

For the past four he had watched and waited, first to spot his prey, then to size up his opportunities and make ready. After waiting the four days to memorize the routine of the other he had at last shifted his aim by a few increments to aim at the final large blast doors in the courtyard of the compound spread out in the bowl depression in the land. Now, on the fifth day, covered in grass and a savannah camo covering, he loaded his only depleted uranium shell into his rifle.

Vince was just another chunk of overgrown dark stone among a field of pieces just like him. “What is your story I wonder?” He continued again. “Why have you earned this bullet? Would you be someone I would like, or hate? What of your family, or friends?” How many had fallen to his shots? How many stories had gone left unfinished or untold because of him. His thoughts were clouded this way for a long while until at last the sun was about to go down and his target arrived.

It was in a heavy APC that deposited him so close to the beginning of the courtyard. Clearly a high ranking officer based on his attire and access to a seemingly high security and secluded bunker. “Come on, you’re almost there.” Vince gently soothed. It all came down to this final moment. His target came into sight, saluted, then the back half of his head was blown to bloody chunks and fragments. “NO! I MISSED!” While he completed his objective of the elimination of the target, it had not been the way he had planned it. Missing his mark by five full inches.

Inwardly beating himself to a bloody pulp he slithered down the back of the rock and made his way to the evac point.