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Shadow Squad: An RP
“Burn. It. Down.”
“But, sir, we can send in sha-“
“EVEN THEY CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JUST BURN IT DOWN NOW.”
“We can’t just burn an entire nation down sir.”
“Send everything we’ve got.”
“Sir, that’ll cost us too many resources. Plus, it’ll leave us vulnerable to attack.”
“You’re right.”
“Shall we send them in?”
“Yes.”
Shadow Squad
An RP
“But, sir, we can send in sha-“
“EVEN THEY CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JUST BURN IT DOWN NOW.”
“We can’t just burn an entire nation down sir.”
“Send everything we’ve got.”
“Sir, that’ll cost us too many resources. Plus, it’ll leave us vulnerable to attack.”
“You’re right.”
“Shall we send them in?”
“Yes.”
Shadow Squad
An RP
“Recruits, I’m not gonna lie to you. Shadow Squad is one of the worst units to be in. It’s not because we die. We push on when we die. But it’s because we get sent in to the worst of the worst. We take care of things that the other units can’t handle. I’m sure you’ve all sorts of nonsense about us. Hiding up UFO crashes, hiding extraterrestrial corpses, and all sorts of other crazy stuff. Well, despite whether or not you believe it, that’s what we do. We do the odd jobs that people can’t handle. Can’t believe. But that’s where we got the name. Shadow Squad. We don’t do things stealthy. Well, sometimes we do. We’re called Shadow Squad because we’re elusive. We don’t exist. We’re all listed as K.I.A. before we get into training. Recruits, I’m not gonna lie to you. We’re going into hell and back. And if any of us fall, well we have to pick ourselves up. We can’t have you risking the ops. Recruits, you are disposable. If you die, it’s nature’s way of rootin’ out the ones that aren’t fit for duty. Recruits, welcome to Shadow Squad.”
Recruits, he said, with emphasis on the word. He threw the word around like it was disposable. Like you. This is Shadow Squad, one of the most elite, special operations groups in existence. Except, it doesn’t exist, at least, officially. You had the opportunity to be recruited. You accepted. You were stripped of who you were. It doesn’t matter what you did before, you were stripped of rank if it could be applied. When you joined Shadow Squad, you signed a Death Wish. Your family is paid well. But you’re officially dead. You won’t have a funeral. You won’t die a hero either. Oh no, you took up the rank of recruit when you joined Shadow Squad. Got a fresh start. You don’t officially have a name anymore, your files have been burned, and you’re the best of the best. But nobody will ever know your name. What you did. How you died. Not even your voice. So, you’re being sent to hell and back. And when you die, the squad will just push on. Welcome to Shadow Squad.
“You’ve all been through training. Operatives 778 and 992 offed themselves. It’s been a long year, but you’re still recruits. You are going to be seeing some real action soon. Do me proud, recruits. Perhaps you’ll even live to see the next op…”
As he said it, a cold chill shivered down your, now “enhanced”, spine. It’s been a long year indeed, and you’ve many challenges. You’ve been offered genetic enhancements, implants, etc. Perks of being a member of Shadow Squad. You have a higher tolerance to pain now, due to the rigorous training you’ve been through. And now, you’re being deployed for the first time. Don’t die.
OOC:
Well, there’s that. I’m back after what… 6 months? And I was in the RP mood, so I wrote a quick one up. I hope you all enjoy! Now, for some information.
You will take the role as a member of Shadow Squad. Unless you prove otherwise, you’ll start as a lowly recruit. The more you RP/ the better, the more you’ll rank up (IF I actually make a system. ) That means you’ll be able to give orders to other characters, if they’re a lower rank. This doesn’t necessarily mean that they have to obey. Shadow Squad is a unit though, so throughout the RP there will probably be conflict between characters. With each mission, there’ll be new objectives. Lone Wolfing it may get you surrounded by enemies. They may even attempt to capture/kill/injure you. Don’t be afraid to kill off your characters, after all, Shadow Squad’s members are already listed as K.I.A. So, with that being said, let’s move on to other topics.
The point of "Shadow Squad” is that people will die. It's not a matter of "if", but a matter of when. So, each person will either choose, or be presented with an operative number. Every so often (not too often), a random number generator will be used to kill off a character. Now, people can offer their characters up instead of the one that is picked, or the character of someone who left (or is inactive) will receive this fate.
Sub-plots will be handed out on occasion in the IC thread. This way, the RP will stay fresh instead of “one mission and we’re done”. This way, we can have much more activity. Perhaps Shadow Squad will be split into multiple groups to deal with multiple threats. Only time will tell!
Unlike some of the other role-plays, I’m going to break my own moral code, and give you a choice. You can either: Give a history of your character’s time in Shadow Squad, with an example of how you will RP as said character. Or, you can go ahead and give a full backstory as your example of writing. The former would be useful for people who want to develop their character as the RP progresses, or people who have a backstory, but want to trickle out pieces of it through RP, making it more dramatic to people. The latter, would probably be better for people who want people to know their story, or people who already shared their stories with the rest of Shadow Squad.
Shadow Squad also has access to huge sums of money and technology. This means that you can have genetic augmentation, mech suits, etc. Basically, anything you want, so long an acceptor, or I approves the idea. Each member of Shadow Squad is unique, so none have to follow any particular rules. Shadow Squad recruits the best of the best. So your character could be a master thief that was doing jail time, so they excel at stealth. Or a brutish wrestler, who almost killed a man in the ring. But, each member has their own weaknesses, which is why Shadow Squad is a unit.
I don’t think there’s much else to cover, so here’s the list of rules:
1) No God-Modding/Meta-gaming/Bunnying/etc.. Doing so will result in being removed from Shadow Squad, and this plane of existence, indefinitely, also known as a B.A.N.
2) At least have a minimum of 5 full sentences per post. Any less, and you’ll be banned from this RP.
3) Romance isn’t allowed in Shadow Squad. When you’re in love, you don’t think rationally. So no romance is allowed. (Too harsh? Take it up with my supervisor.)
4) Everyday forum rules and such.
5) dn’t mke a mean chrcter. But in all seriousness, make your character as mean as you want. If you complain about how somebody’s character is mean, nothing’s going to happen. It’s an RP. If they’re going to be mean, go with the flow.
6) Original characters pl0x.
7) I think that’s it. Almost forgot, GRAMMAR. Have at least half-way-decent grammar.
8) Age isn’t included in the app, this is because all of your files were burned. This DOES NOT mean that your character can be younger than 18. So no: 12 yr old nnja asasins
9) DO NOT MAKE UP LORE WITHOUT MY, MDADDY, LILY-SAN, OR GOBBLE'S APPROVAL. DOING SO WILL RESULT IN ME HUNTING YOU DOWN, TYING YOU TO YOUR BED, AND GUTTING YOU LIKE THE FISH YOU ARE.
[b]“Name”:[/b]
[b]Operative Number:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Writing example:[/b] (Give a history of your character’s time in Shadow Squad, with an example of how you will RP as said character. Or, you can go ahead and give a full backstory as your example of writing.)
[b]Rank:[/b] (Most of you will be recruits. Woooo!)
[b]Genetic Augmentations:[/b] (If applicable)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Optional)
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Weapon of choice:[/b]
[b]Everything Else:[/b]IC thread: shadow-squad-t182799.html
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The Shadow Squad, as explained on the OP, is sent to do things that literally no one can handle. Basically, suicide missions.
OP When you joined Shadow Squad, you signed a Death Wish
Thank you very much. I never intended the invisibility thing to be all that long-lasting, just about a few minutes, like you said. Forgot to add that in.
Also, he may change his char and be a bit more open, I don't know yet.
Also, he may change his char and be a bit more open, I don't know yet.
Oh, another silent character, because we need more of those.
I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be dancing around happily when you're pretty much doomed and you know it.
What does dancing around happily have to do with talking? Since when is he doomed?
Seriously? Do you know what RP this is? I love you Swinkly, but seriously. Upon joining Shadow Squad, you're doomed. That's the whole point! Being doomed!
You see, in war, it is highly possible for a soldier to survive, but also die, so they're not neccesarily doomed. Shadow Squad is like a very small technologically advanced army, who are sent to do missions that they'll be capable of doing, just like the army, so they're not neccesarily doomed either.
Do you get my point?
“Name”: Blake "0n3" Hawkes
Operative Number: 100
Appearance: http://ban---kai.deviantart.com/art/TAX ... -213171893
Writing example: There were no 'Invites' for Blake, only Force. After commiting several crimes and beimg accused of thievery for more than just a couple times, the government put him into Shadow Squad, in order to keep blood of their hands. He's had several augmentations, the most major one being him being able to make himself invisible for a few minutes. Some say he used to be a nice guy, but after his time in prison and the 'Training' phase of the Shadow Squad, he's turned into a pure killer, ready to backstab anything and anyone if, in his eyes, necessary. His mind is so wretched that he doesn't even speak anymore, at least not in a normal fashion. He's pretty much a loner, not socializing with anyone in the whole squad.
0n3 watched Juggernaut throw his knife from the other side of the room. Sitting on top of a support beam, he was watching everyone, and everything, without being seen. The Hulk on too of the bodybag looks..friendly to 0n3. He isn't as 'normal' as the others. 0n3 jumps over to another metal beam, clinging onto it like a bat, hanging upside down. No-one to kill. Nothing to do. Boring. He drops onto the ground, pushes an astonished recruit out of the way and starts walking in the general direction of the Command Center (if there is one, correct me if I'm wrong).
Rank: Good question :I
Genetic Augmentations: Augmentations have been made to his eyes to help him identify critical parts of enemy armor. He is quite fast as well, thanks to augmentations made to his legs.
Personality: Very silent, doesn't like socializing with others, emotionless killer. Sometimes mutters Haikus after executing someone.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: Prrretty light (?)
Weapon of choice: Silenced, fully-automatic pistol, nicknamed Maggie, and a very, very, sharp Kunai which is often thrusted into the backs of enemies.
Everything Else: Yup, this is based off of Zer0 from Borderlands 2.
Operative Number: 100
Appearance: http://ban---kai.deviantart.com/art/TAX ... -213171893
Writing example: There were no 'Invites' for Blake, only Force. After commiting several crimes and beimg accused of thievery for more than just a couple times, the government put him into Shadow Squad, in order to keep blood of their hands. He's had several augmentations, the most major one being him being able to make himself invisible for a few minutes. Some say he used to be a nice guy, but after his time in prison and the 'Training' phase of the Shadow Squad, he's turned into a pure killer, ready to backstab anything and anyone if, in his eyes, necessary. His mind is so wretched that he doesn't even speak anymore, at least not in a normal fashion. He's pretty much a loner, not socializing with anyone in the whole squad.
0n3 watched Juggernaut throw his knife from the other side of the room. Sitting on top of a support beam, he was watching everyone, and everything, without being seen. The Hulk on too of the bodybag looks..friendly to 0n3. He isn't as 'normal' as the others. 0n3 jumps over to another metal beam, clinging onto it like a bat, hanging upside down. No-one to kill. Nothing to do. Boring. He drops onto the ground, pushes an astonished recruit out of the way and starts walking in the general direction of the Command Center (if there is one, correct me if I'm wrong).
Rank: Good question :I
Genetic Augmentations: Augmentations have been made to his eyes to help him identify critical parts of enemy armor. He is quite fast as well, thanks to augmentations made to his legs.
Personality: Very silent, doesn't like socializing with others, emotionless killer. Sometimes mutters Haikus after executing someone.
Height: 6'7"
Weight: Prrretty light (?)
Weapon of choice: Silenced, fully-automatic pistol, nicknamed Maggie, and a very, very, sharp Kunai which is often thrusted into the backs of enemies.
Everything Else: Yup, this is based off of Zer0 from Borderlands 2.
Goddamn all these silent characters ಠ__ಠ I don't like the bit about geneticaugmentations making him go invisible, however I will accept that in the form of modified armour (provided that invisibility is only 2-3 minutes tops and has a cooldown to make it less OP). Also, I'm assigning you the rank of Private, which is basically just after Recruit.
Other than that, accepted!
Other than that, accepted!
Ferpect cd_orange, just the kind of thing I was hoping for
Yeah, II fixed it because I didn't like my past direction towards Kurt's personailty, you can check it again if you like.
You used the word 'comrade' three times in your personality section...
... I like you already. Accepted, however I would like to see a bit more variance with his personality (currently all I'm reading is 'fiercely loyal' and 'sometimes distant' but not much else - try thinking about things like if he is kind, mean, hot-tempered, talkative, shy, prone to violent fits of anger, etc.). For now, it will suffice.
... I like you already. Accepted, however I would like to see a bit more variance with his personality (currently all I'm reading is 'fiercely loyal' and 'sometimes distant' but not much else - try thinking about things like if he is kind, mean, hot-tempered, talkative, shy, prone to violent fits of anger, etc.). For now, it will suffice.
Fixed it, can you check please?
EnderCreepahAlright FORGET IT!
That's a damn shame Ender, but that's your choice. I reckon that your character might have shaped up to be something pretty good, with just a smidge of work.
iHazRabiezGood... Good... Kamikaze.
I'm glad I made the correct choice.
And yes, you do have acceptor status.
Much obliged, Rabiez, much obliged. Ted+ and cd_orange, you're accepted pending an update on your personality sections.
CthuluTheOverlordHola. 'Tis me, Infra, I just needed to gather all of the threads I participate in for my 'View your posts' section, as I was forced to migrate my account thanks to my bad memory... Also, Rabiez, please check my app on Drift.
Welp, sorry Infra, disregard the my last OOC banter on the IC thread :S
Alright FORGET IT! And screw you Swinkly, every post I have seen you make looks like it is designed to make people upset or angry. Looks like that happened again.
Love you too <3
Hola. 'Tis me, Infra, I just needed to gather all of the threads I participate in for my 'View your posts' section, as I was forced to migrate my account thanks to my bad memory... Also, Rabiez, please check my app on Drift.
Good... Good... Kamikaze.
I'm glad I made the correct choice.
And yes, you do have acceptor status.
I'm glad I made the correct choice.
And yes, you do have acceptor status.
Ok, so I'm not entirely sure if I have Acceptor power delegated from Rabiez or not (For those that don't know, Rabiez gave me the role of Game Master here). If I do, then I'm on the verge of accepting Ted+ and cd_orange. Would you guys mind if you could please lengthen your 'personality' section a bit? The writing examples fine, but I think the characters would benefit from just a tad more... erm... personality.
EnderCreepah, based on the response from the other RP-ers I'm regrettably going to deny your app... But all is not lost! I'd prefer it if Serpent had a few additions:
1) A firearm of some description; doesn't necessarily have to be something large and imposing
2) At least some sort of armour
3) More talkative. I think we have enough silent and grizzled vets as it is :S
4) (optional) Perhaps some sort of active camo-esque technology? Nothing ridiculously OP, but this is Shadow Squad after all, and he is a ninja.
Once those are there, I'll re-review your app.
Also, there's too many goddamn corporals. From now on, I'm going to be a bit harsher on the 'most of you will be recruits' rule. Or... You know... Less corporals and specialists.
In the meantime, listen up guys: I have plans. I'm formulating a grand story arc in my head, which I'll slowly trickle out during each mission (including a few... unexpected surprises). Stay tuned.
EnderCreepah, based on the response from the other RP-ers I'm regrettably going to deny your app... But all is not lost! I'd prefer it if Serpent had a few additions:
1) A firearm of some description; doesn't necessarily have to be something large and imposing
2) At least some sort of armour
3) More talkative. I think we have enough silent and grizzled vets as it is :S
4) (optional) Perhaps some sort of active camo-esque technology? Nothing ridiculously OP, but this is Shadow Squad after all, and he is a ninja.
Once those are there, I'll re-review your app.
Also, there's too many goddamn corporals. From now on, I'm going to be a bit harsher on the 'most of you will be recruits' rule. Or... You know... Less corporals and specialists.
In the meantime, listen up guys: I have plans. I'm formulating a grand story arc in my head, which I'll slowly trickle out during each mission (including a few... unexpected surprises). Stay tuned.
[quote="EnderCreepah"][b]Name:[/b] Chen "Serpent" Poi
[b]Operative Number:[/b] 059
[b]Appearance:[/b] [spoiler][img]www.weapons-universe.com/Martial_Arts/Ninja/Ninja_God.jpg[/img][/spoiler]
[b]Writing Example:[/b]
Serpent sprinted up the wall and grabbed a hold of the board. He hauled himself up desperately as the Terrorists chased after him. The ear snapping sounds of the bullets that whizzed by were insane up top. Down below him, Terrorists and the Shadow Squad were in a firefight. It looked as if the enemies would win. [i]Intervention[/i,] Serpent thought. He looked at the light ahead of him. That was the core. That was what Shadow Squad was trying to get to. His black armor made him hidden now that he was up so high. The way down would be long, and he would kill himself trying to jump. Alternatively, he could do the free-running way, but that would be time consuming. Serpent then realized there was a guard below him at ground level. He sheathed his chained scythes and unsheathed his daggers. Will a deep breath, the Ninja leaped off his perch...
The daggers plunged into the guard, and Serpent landed heavily on him, but the oblivious terrorist had cushioned his fall enough. Serpent got up, and raced toward the core. In one swift movement, he vaulted over a car and dashed onto the construction walk that was connected to the building beside him. His momentum couldn't be stopped, and he shoved a window washer off the side. The core was 50 meters away from him, and he was covering 5 meters every second. Soon enough Serpent was there. Flashing lights of the control console confused him, so he just delivered a powerful palm-strike to the panel. "System Offline." A computerized voice said. [i]This cannot be that easy...[/i] Serpent thought. Sure enough he was right: terrorists closed in on him from all directions. Soon he was cornered. Serpent didn't like this option, but he had to do it: Fighting. This time he unsheathed his chained scythes and prepared for battle.
[b]Rank:[/b] Specialist
[b]Genetic Augmentations:[/b] Enhanced tactical and path-finding ability. Also enhanced agility and speed to dodge bullets.
[b]Personality:[/b] [size=200][b][u][color=#000000]Mute[/color][/u][/b][/size], reclusive, serious, levelheaded.
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6''
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Primary- Chained Scythes
[img]i188.photobucket.com/albums/z89/zekana/untitled.jpg[/img](Chains are attached, but can be hidden for close range use, as seen in this picture)
Secondary- Twin Daggers
[img]fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/239/7/4/twin_set_daggers_by_xgothicwolfx-d2xexyg.jpg[/img]
Anything Else: He is a Ninja.[/quote]
Oh, a mute character, because we obviously need more silent people.
[b]Operative Number:[/b] 059
[b]Appearance:[/b] [spoiler][img]www.weapons-universe.com/Martial_Arts/Ninja/Ninja_God.jpg[/img][/spoiler]
[b]Writing Example:[/b]
Serpent sprinted up the wall and grabbed a hold of the board. He hauled himself up desperately as the Terrorists chased after him. The ear snapping sounds of the bullets that whizzed by were insane up top. Down below him, Terrorists and the Shadow Squad were in a firefight. It looked as if the enemies would win. [i]Intervention[/i,] Serpent thought. He looked at the light ahead of him. That was the core. That was what Shadow Squad was trying to get to. His black armor made him hidden now that he was up so high. The way down would be long, and he would kill himself trying to jump. Alternatively, he could do the free-running way, but that would be time consuming. Serpent then realized there was a guard below him at ground level. He sheathed his chained scythes and unsheathed his daggers. Will a deep breath, the Ninja leaped off his perch...
The daggers plunged into the guard, and Serpent landed heavily on him, but the oblivious terrorist had cushioned his fall enough. Serpent got up, and raced toward the core. In one swift movement, he vaulted over a car and dashed onto the construction walk that was connected to the building beside him. His momentum couldn't be stopped, and he shoved a window washer off the side. The core was 50 meters away from him, and he was covering 5 meters every second. Soon enough Serpent was there. Flashing lights of the control console confused him, so he just delivered a powerful palm-strike to the panel. "System Offline." A computerized voice said. [i]This cannot be that easy...[/i] Serpent thought. Sure enough he was right: terrorists closed in on him from all directions. Soon he was cornered. Serpent didn't like this option, but he had to do it: Fighting. This time he unsheathed his chained scythes and prepared for battle.
[b]Rank:[/b] Specialist
[b]Genetic Augmentations:[/b] Enhanced tactical and path-finding ability. Also enhanced agility and speed to dodge bullets.
[b]Personality:[/b] [size=200][b][u][color=#000000]Mute[/color][/u][/b][/size], reclusive, serious, levelheaded.
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6''
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Primary- Chained Scythes
[img]i188.photobucket.com/albums/z89/zekana/untitled.jpg[/img](Chains are attached, but can be hidden for close range use, as seen in this picture)
Secondary- Twin Daggers
[img]fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/239/7/4/twin_set_daggers_by_xgothicwolfx-d2xexyg.jpg[/img]
Anything Else: He is a Ninja.[/quote]
Oh, a mute character, because we obviously need more silent people.
FFS! Jesus Crist I'm sorry! What do you not like about me?
It's like Kai Leng!
I hate Kai Leng, he's a bosh'tet.
I hate Kai Leng, he's a bosh'tet.
Ten bucks on the ninja getting shot in the face before he can even pull out a knife.
Do you want me add in his augmentations enhanced speed and agility so he WON'T get shot in the face?!?!?
No amount of speed can help a ninja with no practical armor when anyone with half decent aim is firing a gun at you. I'm just saying that that character is the least practical form of soldier to be in a squad of elite people who are only sent in when even the big bad military can't handle a problem.
Dude, calm down!
*Pats on back*
*Pats on back*
Name: Chen "Serpent" Poi
Operative Number: 059
Appearance:
Writing Example:
Serpent sprinted up the wall and grabbed a hold of the board. He hauled himself up desperately as the Terrorists chased after him. The ear snapping sounds of the bullets that whizzed by were insane up top. Down below him, Terrorists and the Shadow Squad were in a firefight. It looked as if the enemies would win. [i]Intervention[/i,] Serpent thought. He looked at the light ahead of him. That was the core. That was what Shadow Squad was trying to get to. His black armor made him hidden now that he was up so high. The way down would be long, and he would kill himself trying to jump. Alternatively, he could do the free-running way, but that would be time consuming. Serpent then realized there was a guard below him at ground level. He sheathed his chained scythes and unsheathed his daggers. Will a deep breath, the Ninja leaped off his perch...
The daggers plunged into the guard, and Serpent landed heavily on him, but the oblivious terrorist had cushioned his fall enough. Serpent got up, and raced toward the core. In one swift movement, he vaulted over a car and dashed onto the construction walk that was connected to the building beside him. His momentum couldn't be stopped, and he shoved a window washer off the side. The core was 50 meters away from him, and he was covering 5 meters every second. Soon enough Serpent was there. Flashing lights of the control console confused him, so he just delivered a powerful palm-strike to the panel. "System Offline." A computerized voice said. [i]This cannot be that easy...[/i] Serpent thought. Sure enough he was right: terrorists closed in on him from all directions. Soon he was cornered. Serpent didn't like this option, but he had to do it: Fighting. This time he unsheathed his chained scythes and prepared for battle.
[b]Rank:[/b] Specialist
[b]Genetic Augmentations:[/b] Enhanced tactical and path-finding ability. Also enhanced agility and speed to dodge bullets.
[b]Personality:[/b] Mute, reclusive, serious, levelheaded.
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6''
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Primary- Chained Scythes
[img]i188.photobucket.com/albums/z89/zekana/untitled.jpg[/img](Chains are attached, but can be hidden for close range use, as seen in this picture)
Secondary- Twin Daggers
[img]fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/239/7/4/twin_set_daggers_by_xgothicwolfx-d2xexyg.jpg[/img]
Anything Else: He is a Ninja.
Operative Number: 059
Appearance:
Click to reveal
Writing Example:
Serpent sprinted up the wall and grabbed a hold of the board. He hauled himself up desperately as the Terrorists chased after him. The ear snapping sounds of the bullets that whizzed by were insane up top. Down below him, Terrorists and the Shadow Squad were in a firefight. It looked as if the enemies would win. [i]Intervention[/i,] Serpent thought. He looked at the light ahead of him. That was the core. That was what Shadow Squad was trying to get to. His black armor made him hidden now that he was up so high. The way down would be long, and he would kill himself trying to jump. Alternatively, he could do the free-running way, but that would be time consuming. Serpent then realized there was a guard below him at ground level. He sheathed his chained scythes and unsheathed his daggers. Will a deep breath, the Ninja leaped off his perch...
The daggers plunged into the guard, and Serpent landed heavily on him, but the oblivious terrorist had cushioned his fall enough. Serpent got up, and raced toward the core. In one swift movement, he vaulted over a car and dashed onto the construction walk that was connected to the building beside him. His momentum couldn't be stopped, and he shoved a window washer off the side. The core was 50 meters away from him, and he was covering 5 meters every second. Soon enough Serpent was there. Flashing lights of the control console confused him, so he just delivered a powerful palm-strike to the panel. "System Offline." A computerized voice said. [i]This cannot be that easy...[/i] Serpent thought. Sure enough he was right: terrorists closed in on him from all directions. Soon he was cornered. Serpent didn't like this option, but he had to do it: Fighting. This time he unsheathed his chained scythes and prepared for battle.
[b]Rank:[/b] Specialist
[b]Genetic Augmentations:[/b] Enhanced tactical and path-finding ability. Also enhanced agility and speed to dodge bullets.
[b]Personality:[/b] Mute, reclusive, serious, levelheaded.
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6''
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Primary- Chained Scythes
[img]i188.photobucket.com/albums/z89/zekana/untitled.jpg[/img](Chains are attached, but can be hidden for close range use, as seen in this picture)
Secondary- Twin Daggers
[img]fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/239/7/4/twin_set_daggers_by_xgothicwolfx-d2xexyg.jpg[/img]
Anything Else: He is a Ninja.
Didn't you read his entire app? He has a pistol, which, last time I checked, can be carried.
I don't think you can take a tank everywhere you go cd but I do think its a very cool idea. I am recommending you might want to also add some sort of weapon that he can carry.
“Name”: Kurt Abrams
Operative Number: 194
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Writing example: "Where the hell is our reinforcements!" Yelled a lieutenant to his aide. "Sir! I've recieved word that they have been intercepeted, and may have been delayed." The lieutenant slammed his fist on the table just as his bunker shook, brown dust drifited down towards the ground. Inside his bunker was chaos, most of his command staff was dead or wounded, only one radio was working, and the gunfire seemed to get closer every second. "Give me a link to all units! Tell them to-" "Sir! We got word that our reinforcements arrived!" The lieutenant let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank god, how many do we have?" The Aide replied back, Tthree tanks sir. Both confirmed to be already engaged by the enemy" "God damnit! Tell all units including THEM to retreat back to the command bunk-" "Getting more information sir! The three tanks have been identifed as Atlases sir!" The lieutenant had a puzzled look on his face. "What the hell is an Atlas coporal?"
"Loader! Anti-Personal Shell!" "Ready sir!" "Fire!" The Atlas fired as bullets ricocheted off the tank. Just in an instant, the rebels who were infront of them, were vaporized. Panic started to fill their ranks as the rebels tried desperatly to get away from the Atlas. "Poor bastards," Muttered the driver. "If only they had run away in the first place, then they may have had a better chance." Just then a white puff of smoke came from a building and hit the tank. "What was that?" Sparked Kurt. "I think that was suppose to kill us sir, but it only scratched the paint." Replied the loader just as he slammed in another shell. "Fire at cluster of rebels 5' o clock!" Yelled Kurt just after the loader spoke. "Yes sir!" Replied the gunner just as he pushed the "Fire" button on his console A white mussle flash sparked from the barrel of the Atlas and the shell went flying towards the fleeing rebels.
Rank: Coporal
Genetic Augmentations: (None)
Personality: Among his comrades, he is always around his tank. Sleeping, eating and reading next to it. Some people even say that he prefers the tank over the people in or around it. However this is a ploy to hide his real loyalty. His years as a tank commander has rooted his loyalty to his comrades than then the vehicle. While showing his 'love' for the thing, he is willing to let it go seeing that while it can be easily replaced, your comrades cannot not. While only revealing his true side to people who he can the trust, the rest think that he cares more about the tank than the crew.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 165
Weapon of choice: Vehicle: The A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank
Name: A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank
Hull Plating: 5th Generation Ablative Armor [Front: 15in, Sides: 13in, Back:10in, Turret: 14in]
Main Armament: "Meteor" 1 x 42 smoothbore gun, 150 rounds
Side Armament: Turret Mounted MG, 7500 rounds
Smoke Canister/Flare Launcher, 5 rounds (2 smoke canisters and 3 flares)
Engine: "Panther" 944 Engine
Speed: 72 km/h (45 mph)
Fuel: 6 Rechargeable Energy Cells
Crew Requirements: Loader, Driver, Commander, Radio Operator, and Gunner
Addtional Notes: The A-55 "Atlas" has 4 A.I.s which can take over a postion of the crew (the execption of the commander) when a crew member is incapacitacated. Currently, the A.I. radio operator and loader has been proven to be faster than most human radio operators. Other A.I.s are still in beta stages. Also, automated shell loading systems have been added to 75% of the current Atlas. 25% is still pending for system due recent budget cuts to A-55 producation.
Analyis: The A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank is the future main battle tank of the National Forces. While the more battle-hardened A-30 "Hades" is being largely fielded in National Forces Tank Platoons, the A-55 is planned to replace the aged "Hades" Main Battle Tank. Despite only 150 produced currently, the Atlas has already proven itself to be a worthy successor of the A-30 "Hades".
Side Arm
M152A Combat Pistol
Everything Else: The rest of the crew is going to be npcs, if thats alright.
Operative Number: 194
Appearance:
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Writing example: "Where the hell is our reinforcements!" Yelled a lieutenant to his aide. "Sir! I've recieved word that they have been intercepeted, and may have been delayed." The lieutenant slammed his fist on the table just as his bunker shook, brown dust drifited down towards the ground. Inside his bunker was chaos, most of his command staff was dead or wounded, only one radio was working, and the gunfire seemed to get closer every second. "Give me a link to all units! Tell them to-" "Sir! We got word that our reinforcements arrived!" The lieutenant let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank god, how many do we have?" The Aide replied back, Tthree tanks sir. Both confirmed to be already engaged by the enemy" "God damnit! Tell all units including THEM to retreat back to the command bunk-" "Getting more information sir! The three tanks have been identifed as Atlases sir!" The lieutenant had a puzzled look on his face. "What the hell is an Atlas coporal?"
"Loader! Anti-Personal Shell!" "Ready sir!" "Fire!" The Atlas fired as bullets ricocheted off the tank. Just in an instant, the rebels who were infront of them, were vaporized. Panic started to fill their ranks as the rebels tried desperatly to get away from the Atlas. "Poor bastards," Muttered the driver. "If only they had run away in the first place, then they may have had a better chance." Just then a white puff of smoke came from a building and hit the tank. "What was that?" Sparked Kurt. "I think that was suppose to kill us sir, but it only scratched the paint." Replied the loader just as he slammed in another shell. "Fire at cluster of rebels 5' o clock!" Yelled Kurt just after the loader spoke. "Yes sir!" Replied the gunner just as he pushed the "Fire" button on his console A white mussle flash sparked from the barrel of the Atlas and the shell went flying towards the fleeing rebels.
Rank: Coporal
Genetic Augmentations: (None)
Personality: Among his comrades, he is always around his tank. Sleeping, eating and reading next to it. Some people even say that he prefers the tank over the people in or around it. However this is a ploy to hide his real loyalty. His years as a tank commander has rooted his loyalty to his comrades than then the vehicle. While showing his 'love' for the thing, he is willing to let it go seeing that while it can be easily replaced, your comrades cannot not. While only revealing his true side to people who he can the trust, the rest think that he cares more about the tank than the crew.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 165
Weapon of choice: Vehicle: The A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank
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Name: A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank
Hull Plating: 5th Generation Ablative Armor [Front: 15in, Sides: 13in, Back:10in, Turret: 14in]
Main Armament: "Meteor" 1 x 42 smoothbore gun, 150 rounds
Side Armament: Turret Mounted MG, 7500 rounds
Smoke Canister/Flare Launcher, 5 rounds (2 smoke canisters and 3 flares)
Engine: "Panther" 944 Engine
Speed: 72 km/h (45 mph)
Fuel: 6 Rechargeable Energy Cells
Crew Requirements: Loader, Driver, Commander, Radio Operator, and Gunner
Addtional Notes: The A-55 "Atlas" has 4 A.I.s which can take over a postion of the crew (the execption of the commander) when a crew member is incapacitacated. Currently, the A.I. radio operator and loader has been proven to be faster than most human radio operators. Other A.I.s are still in beta stages. Also, automated shell loading systems have been added to 75% of the current Atlas. 25% is still pending for system due recent budget cuts to A-55 producation.
Analyis: The A-55 "Atlas" Main Battle Tank is the future main battle tank of the National Forces. While the more battle-hardened A-30 "Hades" is being largely fielded in National Forces Tank Platoons, the A-55 is planned to replace the aged "Hades" Main Battle Tank. Despite only 150 produced currently, the Atlas has already proven itself to be a worthy successor of the A-30 "Hades".
Side Arm
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M152A Combat PistolEverything Else: The rest of the crew is going to be npcs, if thats alright.
Je suis de retour.
“Name”: Armour
Operative Number: 007
Appearance:
Writing Example: Armour vaulted himself over the stack of flimsy crates, and took behind a roadblock. A Syrian rebel stood about five feet away, with his back to the roadblock, talking with two fellow rebels and smoking a cigarette. Armour reloaded his MP5, and quickly climbed over the roadblock. It took a second for the two rebels to draw their guns, but their friend was already dead, cigarette laying on the asphalt. The two other insurgents quickly fell, and a thin trail of smoke rose from the sub-machine gun's barrel.
Armour smirked behind his green mask, and walked towards the school that the rebels used as a safe-house. He quickly flattened himself against a wall of the school, and watched two soldiers run towards the corpses. They examined the bodies and panicked, quickly glancing here and there. One soldier thought he glimpsed a green blur entering the school. He figured it was just the anxiety taking hold of his mind.
Rank: Corporal
Genetic Augmentations: Nope. Chuck Testa.
Personality: Armour is a quick-witted and resourceful Frenchman, who enjoys an explosion or two.
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 175 pounds
Weapon of choice: Heckler and Koch MP5
Everything Else: ....
“Name”: Armour
Operative Number: 007
Appearance:
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Writing Example: Armour vaulted himself over the stack of flimsy crates, and took behind a roadblock. A Syrian rebel stood about five feet away, with his back to the roadblock, talking with two fellow rebels and smoking a cigarette. Armour reloaded his MP5, and quickly climbed over the roadblock. It took a second for the two rebels to draw their guns, but their friend was already dead, cigarette laying on the asphalt. The two other insurgents quickly fell, and a thin trail of smoke rose from the sub-machine gun's barrel.
Armour smirked behind his green mask, and walked towards the school that the rebels used as a safe-house. He quickly flattened himself against a wall of the school, and watched two soldiers run towards the corpses. They examined the bodies and panicked, quickly glancing here and there. One soldier thought he glimpsed a green blur entering the school. He figured it was just the anxiety taking hold of his mind.
Rank: Corporal
Genetic Augmentations: Nope. Chuck Testa.
Personality: Armour is a quick-witted and resourceful Frenchman, who enjoys an explosion or two.
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 175 pounds
Weapon of choice: Heckler and Koch MP5
Everything Else: ....
Why does the name of my guy have to be the name of the evil dude in your story. Jk I know it wasn't intentional or at least I hope it wasn't. I will make a new char soon.
DudewheresmyCar-snippers-
Accepted.
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For those of you who don't know that I'm an acceptor, because I haven't accepted many people, I direct you to Page 9.
I like it!
“Name”: Jamal Denton
Code name: Mail man
Operative Number: 420
Appearance:
Writing example:
Jamal grew up on the island of Jamaica, but not part most people are familiar with. He grew up in the slums of Kingston, living on a day-to-day basis not knowing if he would live to see tomorrow. His father ran out on him when he was twelve, so he was left in the care of his mother who was to busy getting high to take care of herself let alone him, and his little brother Darnell. So he dropped out of school, and tried to get a job to support his family. But it was hard enough to get a job as an adult, so no one was going to hire a kid. This is when Jamal met Marcus, he promised Jamal all the money, and respect he could ever want, all he had to do was join his gang. Jamal was young , and naive so he accepted Marcus's offer, and went to work. At first he was doing small jobs like pickpocketing unsuspecting tourist, and committing petty theft. But as he grew older, he got into more dangerous things like selling drugs, and extortion. After years of doing Marcus's bidding he was finally acknowledged for his acts, and was promoted to an officer of the by the higher ups. That's when shit got serious they turned Jamal into a killer. They had him killing people for money, and burning down the houses of whoever didnt pay up. He was living the dreams of a true shotta. Until he was thrown under the bus by his crew, and was sentenced to 10 years in prison.
When he was released, he didnt dare turn to Kingston so he retreated to Montego Bay where he meant an old U.S war veteran name Tom who took him in, and taught him everything he knew about explosives, and other military tactics. When he was ready Tom sent him on his way, and Jamal returned to Kingston to get revenge on his former brothers. Luckily it had been so long that no one recognized Jamal, giving him the art of surprise. His first target was Marcus. Jamal rigged a set up in a box, and mailed it to Marcus. When he opened it, a reaction was triggered blowing him, and half of his house to hell, earning him the nickname "Mail man". One by one he eliminated his targets, until there was only one person left. Daquin the gangs leader, who in the pass 10 years squirmed, wiggled, and cheated his way into the hearts of the people, making him mayor of Kingston. This was his final challenge, he had to kill this himself because it was personal. Daquin was the one who ordered him to take the blame in the first place. When Jamal arrived at town hall he was greeted by a lady asking if he had an appointment. He just ignored her, and made his way to the mayors office where Big Joe was waiting. Before he knew what hit him Jamal's knife was through his throat killing him instantly. After killing Daquin Jamal disappeared to a remote island off the cost of Jamaica.
After spending several years isolated from the rest of the world Jamal was confronted on his island by a group of men saying they were here to pick him up. That they had some business with him that couldn't be discussed here. Jamal didnt want to got at first, but he soon realized he had no choice. So he went with them on their Helicopter, and was flown back to Jamaica where he was confronted by a man in a black suit. He told Jamal that he was wanted by the UN for all his acts of "terrorism" and that he had one choice. Come with him or be arrested, and sent to Prison for life. Jamal chose the obvious choice, and went with the man where he was briefed, and asked all sorts of question about himself, and his past. When the man was done he presented Jamal with all the filed the government ever had on him, and burnt them making him K.I.A. Jamal was then transported to a base where they told him all he need to know about Shadow squad.
(( I know it sucks, but I wasn't very creative.))
Rank: Specialist
Genetic Augmentations: None
Personality: Despite his criminal past Jamal is Laid back, and quite likable.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 230lbs
Weapon of choice: The M79, a belt of grenades, and a couple of pipe bombs
Everything Else: Nope
Code name: Mail man
Operative Number: 420
Appearance:
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Writing example:
Jamal grew up on the island of Jamaica, but not part most people are familiar with. He grew up in the slums of Kingston, living on a day-to-day basis not knowing if he would live to see tomorrow. His father ran out on him when he was twelve, so he was left in the care of his mother who was to busy getting high to take care of herself let alone him, and his little brother Darnell. So he dropped out of school, and tried to get a job to support his family. But it was hard enough to get a job as an adult, so no one was going to hire a kid. This is when Jamal met Marcus, he promised Jamal all the money, and respect he could ever want, all he had to do was join his gang. Jamal was young , and naive so he accepted Marcus's offer, and went to work. At first he was doing small jobs like pickpocketing unsuspecting tourist, and committing petty theft. But as he grew older, he got into more dangerous things like selling drugs, and extortion. After years of doing Marcus's bidding he was finally acknowledged for his acts, and was promoted to an officer of the by the higher ups. That's when shit got serious they turned Jamal into a killer. They had him killing people for money, and burning down the houses of whoever didnt pay up. He was living the dreams of a true shotta. Until he was thrown under the bus by his crew, and was sentenced to 10 years in prison.
When he was released, he didnt dare turn to Kingston so he retreated to Montego Bay where he meant an old U.S war veteran name Tom who took him in, and taught him everything he knew about explosives, and other military tactics. When he was ready Tom sent him on his way, and Jamal returned to Kingston to get revenge on his former brothers. Luckily it had been so long that no one recognized Jamal, giving him the art of surprise. His first target was Marcus. Jamal rigged a set up in a box, and mailed it to Marcus. When he opened it, a reaction was triggered blowing him, and half of his house to hell, earning him the nickname "Mail man". One by one he eliminated his targets, until there was only one person left. Daquin the gangs leader, who in the pass 10 years squirmed, wiggled, and cheated his way into the hearts of the people, making him mayor of Kingston. This was his final challenge, he had to kill this himself because it was personal. Daquin was the one who ordered him to take the blame in the first place. When Jamal arrived at town hall he was greeted by a lady asking if he had an appointment. He just ignored her, and made his way to the mayors office where Big Joe was waiting. Before he knew what hit him Jamal's knife was through his throat killing him instantly. After killing Daquin Jamal disappeared to a remote island off the cost of Jamaica.
After spending several years isolated from the rest of the world Jamal was confronted on his island by a group of men saying they were here to pick him up. That they had some business with him that couldn't be discussed here. Jamal didnt want to got at first, but he soon realized he had no choice. So he went with them on their Helicopter, and was flown back to Jamaica where he was confronted by a man in a black suit. He told Jamal that he was wanted by the UN for all his acts of "terrorism" and that he had one choice. Come with him or be arrested, and sent to Prison for life. Jamal chose the obvious choice, and went with the man where he was briefed, and asked all sorts of question about himself, and his past. When the man was done he presented Jamal with all the filed the government ever had on him, and burnt them making him K.I.A. Jamal was then transported to a base where they told him all he need to know about Shadow squad.
(( I know it sucks, but I wasn't very creative.))
Rank: Specialist
Genetic Augmentations: None
Personality: Despite his criminal past Jamal is Laid back, and quite likable.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 230lbs
Weapon of choice: The M79, a belt of grenades, and a couple of pipe bombs
Everything Else: Nope
We can still have two medics. There are all sorts of types of people the squad needs.
Dammit I was going to make a medic! Oh well time to fall back on my Demo-man plan.
Kendo+Kirito=No hidden references escape me!
Heh, I guess so, eh? Oh yeah, does this mean I'm accepted?
No I have no power over who is accepted.
“Name”: Kirito Kagesuma, Callsign Dust
Operative Number: 501
Appearance: [http://i41.tinypic.com/2zoac8h.png
Writing example: For the most part of his life, he's been a killer. What drove him to the job, is another question altogether. His reasons, while his own, stem from most of every man's drive to do; protect their loved ones. Born in Japan and married at the ripe age of 26, he fell in love with the waitress at his local cafe, the two fitting perfectly into each others' grooves. They dated for a few months before he proposed, and she said yes. They both moved away to Canada, where they lived in a small but well known town, located close to Kirito's work. For 8 years, the couple lived happily, smiling and living every week, from Monday to Sunday, all day long. On the ninth year of their marriage, the two went on a long awaited vacation to sunny beaches of Florida, where the sky was bright, the air clean, and the people friendlier than the sea. They stayed at a hotel for a couple days before tragedy struck, ripping the couple to shreds. On his way back from the convenience store, Kirito heard a scream, making him drop everything and sprint to their room, bashing down the door only to find blood splatter on the walls and his wife's lifeless body on the bed, her throat torn out and her arms bloody messes. As he turned, a man clad in a black trench coat leaped off of the balcony, flinging himself to the reinforce concrete below. Struck by the death of his wife and partner, he quit his job and became a PMC, taking on odd jobs, slowly cleansing the world in a purifying fire, his way. Now, all alone in the world, he takes his chances in Shadow Squad to fufil his goals, dead, or alive.
Rank: New Recruit to the Company
Genetic Augmentations: Chip embedded into the base of his skull, with his eyes augmented by special HUD units provided by a job done right.
Personality: Quirky, having both good moods, then quickly switching to a bad one. He's kind and care-free, but when has a short temper but tight leash on his emotions.
Height: 5,9
Weight: 185
Weapon of choice: Scar-Heavy variant
Everything Else: Likes things to go nice and simple, and hates when things go awry or get to complicated. Loves his weapon like family, and takes care of it to the point of it being in pristine condition.
-Uses an Aimpoint COMP along with a P-grip and flashlight combo. He also has an additional PEQ box on the side, with a picture of his wife taped to the cheek riser on the Scar.
-He took Kendo before, and is rather adept at it, which shows in his movements. Quick like a snake, but calculating like a fox. Always tries to plan one step ahead, although it doesn't work sometimes.
-Add-on: Kirito is a trained surgeon and medical practitioner, having been a requirement for his job up in Canada. He was the doctor.medic of his PMC team before they were wiped out. Syringes are kept in one of his pouches.
Operative Number: 501
Appearance: [http://i41.tinypic.com/2zoac8h.png
Writing example: For the most part of his life, he's been a killer. What drove him to the job, is another question altogether. His reasons, while his own, stem from most of every man's drive to do; protect their loved ones. Born in Japan and married at the ripe age of 26, he fell in love with the waitress at his local cafe, the two fitting perfectly into each others' grooves. They dated for a few months before he proposed, and she said yes. They both moved away to Canada, where they lived in a small but well known town, located close to Kirito's work. For 8 years, the couple lived happily, smiling and living every week, from Monday to Sunday, all day long. On the ninth year of their marriage, the two went on a long awaited vacation to sunny beaches of Florida, where the sky was bright, the air clean, and the people friendlier than the sea. They stayed at a hotel for a couple days before tragedy struck, ripping the couple to shreds. On his way back from the convenience store, Kirito heard a scream, making him drop everything and sprint to their room, bashing down the door only to find blood splatter on the walls and his wife's lifeless body on the bed, her throat torn out and her arms bloody messes. As he turned, a man clad in a black trench coat leaped off of the balcony, flinging himself to the reinforce concrete below. Struck by the death of his wife and partner, he quit his job and became a PMC, taking on odd jobs, slowly cleansing the world in a purifying fire, his way. Now, all alone in the world, he takes his chances in Shadow Squad to fufil his goals, dead, or alive.
Rank: New Recruit to the Company
Genetic Augmentations: Chip embedded into the base of his skull, with his eyes augmented by special HUD units provided by a job done right.
Personality: Quirky, having both good moods, then quickly switching to a bad one. He's kind and care-free, but when has a short temper but tight leash on his emotions.
Height: 5,9
Weight: 185
Weapon of choice: Scar-Heavy variant
Everything Else: Likes things to go nice and simple, and hates when things go awry or get to complicated. Loves his weapon like family, and takes care of it to the point of it being in pristine condition.
-Uses an Aimpoint COMP along with a P-grip and flashlight combo. He also has an additional PEQ box on the side, with a picture of his wife taped to the cheek riser on the Scar.
-He took Kendo before, and is rather adept at it, which shows in his movements. Quick like a snake, but calculating like a fox. Always tries to plan one step ahead, although it doesn't work sometimes.
-Add-on: Kirito is a trained surgeon and medical practitioner, having been a requirement for his job up in Canada. He was the doctor.medic of his PMC team before they were wiped out. Syringes are kept in one of his pouches.
Rabiez I must past you on the back for creating the most well thought out and genius Roleplay I have ever seen. I nominate this for the national Roleplay award. Um well no that doesn't exist but if it did you could have it. What it does exist. Give me twenty minutes to go "borrow" it for you.
Thanks.
For a Shadow Government kind of deal, too many people seem to know about Shadow Sqaud...
But, eh.
Accepted.
But, eh.
Accepted.
“Name”: Astriz Esternina "Rip Van Winkle" Shrondinhieger
Operative Number: 73
Appearance: Facial:
Armor: 
Writing example:
Rank: Lieutenant.
Genetic Augmentations: Rip has enhanced stamina. Even being whacked in the head with a titanium bat, she can just get right back up.
Personality: Rip is a very sophisticated woman. Yet, she is very care free and cheerful, always trying to find the easier path.
Height: 6'10
Weight: About 120lbs
Weapon of choice: A Musket, seems simple right? No, this musket has been taken, and modified. With a metal shell replacing the original wooden shell, and able to 2 types of bullets: Sniper Bullets and Regular Bullets. The Musket has also been equipped with a scope, just in case of long range sharp shooting. She also has 2 Desert Eagles, exactly the same, with equipped silencers.
Everything Else: Does this character sound... familiar?
Operative Number: 73
Appearance: Facial:
Armor: Writing example:
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Born in a family of German researchers, Rip Van Winkle basically grew up in "Shrodinhieger Industries" A Facility that tests the ability of soldiers in the german military. Rip Van Winkle would used to watch the soldiers be tortured gruesomely, deep mental scars that would never leave. Her Father Luke Shrodinhieger, enjoyed the screaming and death right before his eyes. rip didn't understand why Luke enjoyed the pain and death. Shrodinhieger industries used to be funded by the Shadow Squad corporation, but after 20 years of failed subjects, Luke only had one option left, make his own daughter a soldier. Rip meanwhile grew up, got hitched and had 2 children, Esternina and Lara. Luke sent out 2 spec ops soldiers to take Rip back to his company. They succeeded, bringing Rip back to Her father. Luke led Rip into a white room, and walked out of it. He pressed a button, releasing an amnesia gas into the room, forcing Rip to give in. Rip, 4 days later Woke up with no memory of her past life what so ever. Luke explained that she grew up in the german army and wanted to join the shadow squad, and explained her Genetic Augmentations, increased stamina, the ability to outlast any foe on the battle field. 3 months after, Rip arrived at Shadow Squad, her personality changed. From a sweet, kind hearted mother, to a very sophisticated woman, who is very care free, and bloodthirsty side.
Rip Van Winkle sat in the cafeteria of shadow squad, sitting in front of a young recruit, while playing a game of chess. The young recruit seemed nervous, the shaking hand reaching for the pawn. The recruit moved the pawn 2 squares. Rip giggled a little bit. "You make it so Easy!" She said, moving her horse to the pawn, taking it. Rip enjoyed chess, it was the only thing she could remember. She served Shadow Squad for 2 years now, at 36. She watched as the recruit began breathing heavily. "OKAY! YOU WIN!" He shouted, walking off. "YOU FREAK!" He yelled at her while running. Rip laughed a little bit, and began packing the board away.
Rip Van Winkle sat in the cafeteria of shadow squad, sitting in front of a young recruit, while playing a game of chess. The young recruit seemed nervous, the shaking hand reaching for the pawn. The recruit moved the pawn 2 squares. Rip giggled a little bit. "You make it so Easy!" She said, moving her horse to the pawn, taking it. Rip enjoyed chess, it was the only thing she could remember. She served Shadow Squad for 2 years now, at 36. She watched as the recruit began breathing heavily. "OKAY! YOU WIN!" He shouted, walking off. "YOU FREAK!" He yelled at her while running. Rip laughed a little bit, and began packing the board away.
Rank: Lieutenant.
Genetic Augmentations: Rip has enhanced stamina. Even being whacked in the head with a titanium bat, she can just get right back up.
Personality: Rip is a very sophisticated woman. Yet, she is very care free and cheerful, always trying to find the easier path.
Height: 6'10
Weight: About 120lbs
Weapon of choice: A Musket, seems simple right? No, this musket has been taken, and modified. With a metal shell replacing the original wooden shell, and able to 2 types of bullets: Sniper Bullets and Regular Bullets. The Musket has also been equipped with a scope, just in case of long range sharp shooting. She also has 2 Desert Eagles, exactly the same, with equipped silencers.
Everything Else: Does this character sound... familiar?
I'm going to make a character who's german ((Based on rip Van Winkle from hellsing))
I was accepted but my rank said "something better then recruit" so what rank do you wish to designate to me considering my char is experienced member of SS
Mass Effect WikiN7 is a vocational code in the Systems Alliance military. The "N" designates special forces and the "7" refers to the highest level of proficiency. It applies to marines who have graduated from the Interplanetary Combatives Training (ICT) program.
Interplanetary Combatives Training (ICT) is the Systems Alliance's premier school for leadership and combat expertise. The Interplanetary Combatives Academy, sometimes called "N-School" or "the villa," recruits officers from every branch of Earth's militaries to partake in grueling courses at Vila Militar in Rio de Janeiro.
Initially, candidates train for more than 20 hours per day, leading small combat teams through hostile terrain with little sleep or food. Trainees who do well are awarded an internal designation of N1 and are invited to return. Subsequent courses - N2 through N6 - are often held off-planet and include instruction in zero-G combat, military free-fall (parachuting), jetpack flight, combat diving, combat instruction, linguistics, and frontline trauma care for human and alien biology.
The highest grade of training, N6, provides actual combat experience in combat zones throughout the galaxy. If the trainee survives these scenarios in "admirable and effective fashion," he or she finally receives the coveted N7 designation. N7 is the only ICT designation that may be worn on field or dress uniforms.
There is little shame in failing an N course - the training is so extreme that even qualifying for N1 elevates an officer to a position of respect. The universal prestige of merely attending the academy helps to restrain trainees from taking excessive risks in pursuit of higher honors.
Although ICT qualification by itself does not guarantee higher rank, those officers who are able to complete the program are typically well suited to senior leadership positions.
So, to answer your question, they rank pretty high. It is mostly a sign of respect more than a rank, considering Shadow Squad doesn't have any real ranks. N1-N7 are generally regarded in as high a fashion as generals. N7's being treated with utmost respect. They're basically the spec-ops of Shadow Squad. So, the spec-ops of the spec-ops. Yo dawg, heard ya like spec ops... Totally copy-pasta.
Ihaz... what does rank N7 entail? like who are you in charge of and "what not"
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