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Deth_GlitchDamon drew his gun within seconds "Soldier, I really could not care about your sorrows. But as I have had to remind you and I, we are a team!" He said with the barrel pointed at David. "We have all had the sh*t, you and me both. "But I don't hide, now say sorry to the f***ing lady!" (Damon may not be very sociable but he sticks up for people.. and is a gentleman)) There was no hesitation in his eyes when he said "Before we fall out."
Peter_2271((STOP I already frickin teleported everyone there so stop taking a year to get there just pretend you've been there for my sake or we won't do crap for another 12 pages. I herebye erase this and the page before's late comers and pretend they were all with us when I said they were all with us the fourth time.))
Deth_Glitch“Name”:Damon Farrow
Operative Number:012
Appearance:
Writing example: Who is Damon? If that's his real name. The guys make up crap about "some say, this and some say that" nonsense but they all know nothing. Most members remember him being there when they joined, but none of them know his past. Some of them have tried talking to him, befriending him even. But not one of them, can get him to give up and secrets about his past. He is the sort of get the job done and find out who he wasn't supposed to kill after. But I know, I knew him before then. He joined the army when he was nineteen and was great at following orders. The officers called him the "Prime example" said we should be more like him. Then it all changed. Damon was leading a group of seven men and was ordered into a suicide mission, I was there. They did not tell us who, what, why or where. Damon kept his mouth shut. Then he saw the target. A town full of soldiers, all armed, all dangerous and all out to kill us. Most of us expect him to take us on the suicide mission that the Higher ups gave us. He said "Fuck this!" and started issuing orders. We took up positions all around the town in groups of two of three. We waited for his signal. Then we began to snipe, one by one, randomly switching. The targets were looking all over, wild eyed. Most of our shots missed but that was not the point. Damon was there, in the town. He was plunging a knife into any soldiers not looking his way. Then it happened. A helicopter unit, friendlys, flew over the town and some elite squad started to deal with the shit down below, in the city. My group was the last one left, they had found and killed the other two before the raid. They had found us too, but we held out, firing like wild. It was my first mission but the targeting, cam naturally. I kept my group alive. The raid was done, no targets left in the town. We waited again. One hour, two hours... no sign of Damon coming out. We waited another hour and began to lose faith. Then the elites, or should i say "Shadow squad" turned up. They took one look at the bodies i had built around me and said "Who kill all these?" I replied "Us Sir!" and he offered me a chance to join them. We both accepted and when they took us back I found Damon. He had said yes aswell.
Rank: Preferably something above recruit
Genetic Augmentations: Advanced sight.
Personality: Get the job done, forget the past type.
Height:6'1"
Weight:220lb
Weapon of choice:His pistol.
With Attachable Silencer and under-barrel Torch
Everything Else:The char doing the narration is going to be my second char "when"if I die
crimsoncreeper13“Name”:Prometheus "Visi" Leveni
Operative Number:139
Appearance: http://www.theanimegallery.com/data/thu ... _97635.jpg
Writing example: Prometheus was born to die, both of her parents worked with the special forces in the navy. She was left with a nanny till she was 14 then her mom came back from a long war. Her dad was then reported K.I.A.
There were long pauses when she and her mother spoke for months they never said a word, life went on. Prometheus had lessons everyday about basic studies and her mom always stayed locked in the master bedroom of the small tutor style house. Until Prometheus turned 20 that is.
It was around 1am when an alarm sounded, Prometheus had jumped out of bed only to find her door nailed shut. By then she couldn't even be scared after what she had been through in life, living completely alone as it seemed she had learned to have no feeling of scared.
Time stopped as she swung the towel rack, she pulled of her bathroom wall, at the door. The wood cracked and she beat the door till she was able to inch through.
The air outside of her room was smoky and bleak but she pressed on. As she neared her moms room a scream of bloody murder rang out.
Prometheus kicked the door in only to find a knife in her mothers chest and that was when she ran.
Prometheus packed a bag with a lot of food, her stuffed bunny from her dad, some clothes and a sword she had hid in her closet, and headed to the woods, as a kid she spent time climbing out there alone and had gotten pretty good at stealth and becoming almost invisible to most of the world.
Days passed as she got deeper into the woods, eventually she hit the rocky coast. But out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and ducked into the woods and climbed a pine tree. She heard shouts from below. They must have seen her, sadly she had no where to go she was stuck in a tree with her biggest fear (water) to her left and a deadly drop to her right. That was when she climbed down and gave in.
As she touched the ground two hands held her arms to her sides.
"Ah so this is Operative 776's daughter the one that ran away when his wife was killed almost 6 weeks ago." a male voice said
"What do you want with me" Prometheus hissed back
"Stubborn and stealthy, she would be perfect for the shadow squad just like her dad" The man paused and then said "Knock her out"
The world went black for Prometheus.
Later she awoke only to find herself in front of a paper. She read it and thought it sounded like she was signing a death wish.
"what else do i have to live for" she though as she scribbled down her full name at the bottom of the page. Thats when her adventure began.
Rank: Anythings fine
Genetic Augmentations:She was given lighter bones so she could jump and climb easily
Personality: Stubborn, Can't be scared easily, hates water
Height: 5'7
Weight: 110 lbs.
Weapon of choice:Her sword or a dagger
Everything Else: Thank goodness theres still one good RP! And sorry i'm a little out of the sorts, haven't RP'd in a while.
WhiteTarget
“Name”:
King 'Target' Lamore
Operative Number:
167
Writing example:
Soon...
Rank:
Recruit, of course.
Genetic Augmentations:
His eyes could zoom in with pin point accuracy, much like binoculars, only more accurate.
Personality:
King doesn't have a personality. Personality is for weaklings, people who love. He doesn't have a personality. He's just...blank.
Height:
6'5
Weight:
198 pounds, lithe in muscles.
Weapon of choice:
AW50, sniper rifle.Click to reveal
Combat knife, camo in color.Click to reveal
Everything Else:
Sorry if this is bad. Kinda new to the RP scene.
InfraRedd
Names-
DeeDee and DeeDee.
Operative #'s-
112 and 211.
Writing Example-
The DeeDees have not been in Shadow squad long, in fact, they have only just joined. However, they have seen a small portion of.a mission, having been able to help defend against an attack on HQ. Other than that, they aren't very experienced.
DeeDee giggled as Juggernaut slammed the jeep into a wall. "He's got a real gentle touch, DeeDee." DeeDee said, laying atop the jeeps hood. "Gentle like a MOOSE, DeeDee." DeeDee replied, sitting on the back of the broken vehicle. They both began to giggle in their high pitched voices. They both got up, and proceeded to lift the bomb from the back of the jeep, and toss it carelessly across the room.
Rank-
Both Recruits.
Genetic Augments-
Their bones have been replaced with titanium, and there are microchips in their brain, allowing then to communicate with one another, along with other squad members.
Personality-
They are both rather immature. They treat eachother as parts of themselves, never separating. They often finish eachothers sentences, and have to put their two cents into everything.
Height and Weight-
5'4", 125 lbs. They both are the same.
Weapon of Choice-
Having taken many ballet lessons, they have easily translated that into a graceful form of combat that they use the most often. If the going gets rough, they each have a pistol, that packs quite a punch.
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