Freelancer Files (Red vs. Blue)

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State Names already reserved:


• Alaska


• California


• Oregon


• Delaware


• Utah


• Ohio


• Michigan


• New Jersey


• Mississippi


• Oklahoma


• Nebraska


PFL Agent CS:


Birth Name:


State Name: (you must use a state name. Also, do not pick any names that were already used in the show. The list of names that are in the show or are already called for are above)


Nickname: (if your State name can be shortened into a nickname of some sort, and you want that used. Optional)


Code Name: (word starting with the same letter as your state name, plus two or three numbers to go behind it. Examples are Sierra 117, or Foxtrot 12)


Age: (25 to 32. If you specify what Generation of Spartan your character is, please make sure your age makes sense for them. If you haven't read up about that yet, there are multiple posts about it in the interest thread)


Gender:


Sexuality:


Relatives in the Project: (any siblings, cousins, etc. that are in the Project with you. It can be an Agent, or even just one of the PFL Marines on the ship. If the character is played by someone in the rp, make sure to get their approval first. And do not try to say that your character is related to any cannon character. Just..don't. Please. That would save both of us from a lot of headache. This can be edited later if you please. Optional)


Relationships: (anyone you are dating or whatnot in the Project. Same goes for this as with the relatives thing. Optional)


Defining Feature(s): (like Wash's swirly straw and cats, or Wyoming's knock knock jokes, or York's lock picking and fake eye, or Maine's Brute Shot and growl, or Theta's fireworks and skateboard, etc. Up to three)


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: (optional)


Personality:


Appearance Under Your Armor: (picture or description, I don't care what you use)


Height:


Weight Without Armor:


Armor Configuration: (if you just want to use a picture to show what your armor looks like, then just put it with this point and ignore the next three points)


Primary Armor Color:


Secondary Armor Color: (optional)


Tertiary Armor Color: (optional)


Primary Weapon: (do not choose a weapon that makes no sense for a freelancer. Can changed throughout the rp)


Secondary Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp)


Melee Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


Preferred Grenade: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


Preferred Vehicle: (can changed throughout rp. Optional)


Agent Skill(s): (infiltration, stealth, lock picking, hand-to-hand, sharp shooting, firearms, field medic, transport, etc. Anything that makes sense. Just make sure you can easily rp with your chosen skills. Up to three)


Primary Armor Enhancement: (speed boost, enhanced healing unit, holographic projection, active camo, adaptive camo, temporal distortion, domed energy shield, E.M.P., strength boost, enhanced motion tracker, and enhanced bio scan. Only those eleven, and you can alter them slightly if you want to)


Secondary Armor Enhancement: (same list, optional)


A.I. name: (do not use any names from the show. And the names don't have to be from the Greek alphabet)


A.I. Personality Trait(s): (up to three. If you use one from the show, please add at least one other. And you can explain more of what they are like after you list their primary, named personality trait (s))


A.I. Appearance: (what it's chosen hologram looks like. Can be anything, really, since A.I. can project themselves to look like anything at all. Even a neon rainbow colored pile of shit, if they want that. I don't care. Just please make sure they don't look exactly like any from the show. Can be same shape, but different color or colors)


A.I. Color(s): (anything, just make sure they don't look exactly like any from the show. Can be same color, just give them a different shape)


History: (optional)


Home World: (any world in the Halo universe, including Earth and any Outer Colonies mentioned in the books. Do not make up any new worlds if you haven't read the books. And you don't have to add the city, state, etc. Just the world will do. Optional)


Other: (optional)


UNSC Soldier (ODST) CS:


Birth Name:


Service Tag: (examples- ODST-339, WOLF-142, TACO-478, etc. Make it whatever you want, as long as it's reasonable and at least somewhat original)


Age: (26+)


Gender:


Sexuality:


Relatives: (any siblings, cousins, etc. that are enrolled in the UNSC with you. It can be anyone, or even an Agent if that is what you want. If the character is played by someone in the rp, make sure to get their approval first. The rest is the same as the Agents CS. Optional)


Relationships: (anyone you are dating or whatnot in the UNSC. Same goes for this as with the relatives thing. Optional)


Defining Features: (same as the PFL CS)


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: (optional)


Personality:


Appearance Under Armor: (picture or description, I don't care what you do)


Height:


Weight Without Armor:


Armor Color: (you will just be the standard ODST, so all your armor is the same as the Rookie's from Halo 3: ODST. And you only have one color added to your regular brown-black armor)


Primary Weapon: (only UNSC weapons)


Secondary Weapon: (only UNSC weapons, no dual wielding)


Melee Weapon: (optional)


Preferred Grenade: (can be any UNSC or Covenant grenade. Optional)


Preferred Vehicle: (any UNSC or Covenant vehicle, within reason. Remember, you're only an ODST. You won't have much access to driving Wraiths, Phantoms, Pelicans, or other huge vehicles like that. Especially not the Covie ones, since it is a lot harder for an ODST to grab them than it is for a Spartan)


ODST Skills: (anything that makes sense, like the Agents' examples. Just make sure you can rp with your chosen skills)


History: (optional)


Home World: (same as the Agents explanation. Optional)


Other: (optional)

 

[1stLt HChurch]

Birth Name: Autumn Church


State Name: Oregon


Code Name: Omaha 142


Age: 27


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relatives in the Project: None that I know of.


Relationships: Okay. So, that's a weird one. Because I am..in love with Alaska, and I can tell that he is as well. We love each other, a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. But we don't really show it to a lot of people, besides for the little hints that many people pick up if they know us well enough. And we have never really..actually talked about us being together? And neither of us have asked the other? I mean, he has asked me to marry him multiple times in that half joking, half sincere way, but that's not exactly asking me out. That's just him being his completely adorable and goofy self. Which I love, because it comes from Alaska, the man I have loved for years. I guess we both just know that we love each other with all our hearts, and there isn't any reason for us to announce to anyone at all that we are truly together. We just know. We will talk about with people once in a while, and our friends give us shit in that way friends do. But it isn't a crazy relationship; rather, it is a subtle one that only some people can really see. Which is good for me, actually. I don't like those huge, in-your-face relationships where anyone at all can tell. It gives a nicer feeling when the relationship can only be seen by the people in the relationship and the people they know well, rather than anyone that looks at them. The relationship isn't as obnoxious that way, and feels more genuine. I like that. So, yes, I am in a relationship with Alaska, and we have been for some time. We might not be loud about it, but I love him more than you can imagine. And no one will be able to change that.


Defining Features: My love for wolves, cats, and my dairy cattle I owned in my younger years; my sarcastic comments; and my talents in drawing.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: I have a black tattoo of a wolf paw print on the back of my right hand, which covers as much of the back of my hand as possible. That paw print is my way of showing that I will stand up for and protect wolves, like I have my whole life. And on the inside of my right forearm, I have the name 'Maisy' tattooed in small cursive font running parallel with the sides of my arm. That may seem silly to have a name as a tattoo, but that is the name of my Brown Swiss dairy show cow that I owned in my teen years. And she is my greatest friend in the whole world, even though she is sadly now deceased. I feel the need to have something to remember her by. Those are the only two tattoos I will ever get, and they are on my right arm because that is my good arm; On the outer side of my right index finger, there is a thick and defined scar running most of the distance between my knuckle and the middle of my finger. I got it from..accidentally getting my finger stuck in the head of an irrigation sprinkler in my family's pasture. When I pulled it out, the skin in that strip was somehow ripped up to the bone. It healed after having a bandaid on it for a few weeks with no stitches, and now it is nothing more than a scar. Don't ask how I managed to have that happen, okay? I was only eight years old. You don't always know what you're doing when you're eight. Give me a break. I also have a dozen or so long, thin, barely noticeable scars on various spots on my arms. I got most of them from various things that happened on my family's ranch; On my fourth finger on my right hand, I have a very prominent birthmark. It sits at the very base of my finger, and goes almost a quarter of the way up my finger. It has the look of a burn mark, since it is a random splochy shape and very red in color. But I have had it my whole life, so it is definitely a birthmark.


Personality: I am generally very quiet and reserved, always wanting to keep to myself. I also tense up, get uncomfortable, and react in unfavorable ways for the other person when I am touched by someone that I don't know or who doesn't have my permission. And I am just uncomfortable in general with people touching me. But I come out of my shell more and act more comfortable when I am around people I am used to and feel comfortable with. Although, I always seem to have difficulty making eye contact with people unless I know them well. For that reason and because I am a very secretive person, I don't usually jumo to the occasion of going without armor in front of people, unless I absolutely have to. Especially not large groups. So if you see me with my armor off regularly, know that I trust you. I am also naturally pretty sarcastic and snarky in most situations. Also, I tend to get annoyed or mad or stressed out kind of easily, depending on the situation. I am also very stubborn and easily suspicious. Anyone who knows me knows that all is true. But, I am actually a caring and nice person, despite all of those personality traits. I may not be the best at showing that, and giving heartfelt speeches definitely isn't my forte. But I will still try to be nice to people. Also, I don't like to see people that I care about getting hurt, and I will fight to defend them whenever I see fit. Or I will just defend any person that I think deserves it. I will willingly fight for what is right whenever I can. But, there is one thing you should know about me: my view on respect. I don't care how old someone is to me, or who they are to me or anyone else. If someone respects me, then I will respect them. If someone is nice to me, I will be nice to them. But if someone is an asshole to me, or plain disrespectful to me, I will definitely return that. I will not be nice to someone if they are mean to me, unless I absolutely have to if I want to live. It is just hard for me to do.


Appearance Under Armor: My hair is sandy blonde in color, and it looks more golden in the sunlight because it shines when in the sun. My hair reaches to the bottom of my shoulder blades when it isn't in a braid or ponytail, but I usually wear my hair up. Especially when I am wearing my armor. And by "up" I mean in a braid or ponytail. No matter how my hair is done, though, I always have it parted right above my left temple. The part starts at my temple and goes straight back to the other end on the left half of the top of my head.


My eyes are stormy gray-blue in color. The rings around the outer edge of my eyes are a straight dark blue color, while the edges around my pupils are a straight silver-gray color. They gradually blend together between those two edges. Sometimes, my eyes look more blue than gray, or look more gray than blue. It all depends on my mood and what I am wearing. My armor normally causes my eyes to look more blue, since it is mainly blue and brings the color out in my eyes.


I am naturally a pretty lean person, without an excessive amount of muscling visible on my body when I am out of my armor. I just seem to have a smaller, more feminin look than most normal Spartans. But I am no weakling. My form just falsely portrays that.


The pigment of my skin is naturally light Caucasian. My hair and eyes contribute to that. But my skin on the top of my arms and hands is darker, tanned a bit from working outside when I was younger and neglecting to wear sun screen. This causes me to also have a farmer's tan line on my upper arms.


Height: 5' 10"


Weight Without Armor: 156 lbs.


Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color: Cobalt


Secondary Armor Color: Yellow


Tertiary Armor Color: Aqua


Primary Weapon: BR55HB Battle Rifle


Secondary Weapon: Dual Type-33 Guided Munitions Launchers (needler pistols) stolen from a warehouse while on a mission a few years ago


Melee Weapon: Dual Energy Dagger Gauntlets that I stole at the same time I snatched my Needlers. These may be difficult to use since I'm not an alien, and they don't always work the greatest with my armor. But they are still damn cool, and I use them when I can. (I would post a picture, but I can't tag a second picture in on my phone.)


Preferred Grenade: Napalm Grenade


Preferred Vehicle: UNSC Hornet


Agent Skills: hand-to-hand combat (with limbs and knives), marksmanship, adapt generally easily to new surroundings and weapons


Primary Armor Enhancement: Mini E.M.P. with a max radius of 30 feet around myself. If I choose it to, my armor will also go into a hard, locked state the second my E.M.P. activates. The E.M.P can immobilize vehicles and most electrical objects, and the lock can protect me from most things that can bring harm to me while I am letting the E.M.P. run its course. But the lock can only last for a maximum of five seconds before it breaks. Then it takes 15 minutes for it to charge back up to its maximum again. With the help of my A.I., I can customize the strength and range of the pulse, as well as the durations of the lock and if I even want to use it.


Secondary Armor Enhancement: Chameleon (adaptive camo)


A.I. name: Zeta


A.I. Colors: Primarily pitch black, secondarily bold, bloody red. His fur is the black color. His eyes, open mouth, and extended claws are the red color, as well as other things mentioned below.


A.I. Appearance: A slender and elegant looking tom cat, that appears to be about four inches tall at the shoulder and about five inches long from his rear end to his chest. When he is standing, anyway. His hologram basically looks like a shrunken cat. Wherever he places his "paws" or "sits", or just sets his body on the "ground", there is usually a barely noticeable pool of red light the same red color as his eyes. The pale rays surrounding him also change with his surroundings. The lighter the area is around him, the more black the rays appear. The darker the area is around him, the more silver-white the rays appear. This is done to make him seen wherever he is. You can also always tell the edges of his figure very easily because of this. Zeta also makes actual cat sounds sometimes, such as growls to alert me to certain things or meows just for shits and giggles. And he acts exactly like a real cat with his body language.


A.I. Personality Traits: Primarily calmness, but also creativity and strategy. He may look like an evil bastard, with his black fur and red eyes. But he is actually very calming and caring, and always nice. He also likes to be humorous on a lot of occasions, and do funny things just to lighten the mood. He is sometimes stern if the situation requires it, but mostly nice. Zeta is also quiet and attentive, as well as curious. His voice is kind of an average male human voice, with a calm feel to it (it is similar to Sigma, except with more feeling and emotion. Not an excessive amount, but still more. And not as much of an evil feel. Zeta's voice has more of a soothing feeling to it). He hardly ever shows much stress, but he does show that he cares about the safety and welfare of people.


History: I was born and raised on a 20 acre ranch on the outskirts of a rural community. We owned beef cattle, dairy cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, dogs, and cats. And two one-foot-long goldfish that lived in our main water trough. I lived there until I graduated from high school at the age of 18. Then, I planned to go to college to be a nurse, and come back after college to live on the ranch again. I love that place, and wanted to continue the tradition of our family owning it. But I then decided that it would be more beneficial if I joined the UNSC rather than be a farming nurse. So I did, and trained to become an ODST.


That training was fucking brutal. I've heard that Spartans have gone through a lot of shit while training, and it sounds very difficult. Our training didn't seem a whole lot different, though. Still difficult, still a pain in the ass, still made me want to just scream to the heavens each night and punch a hole straight through a wall..or someone's face..with a chair..Anyway, I did made it to be a full ODST, and was sent out on quite a few missions to fight the Insurectionists. But, then, this little thing called Project Freelancer got a hold of me and wanted to talk. I was hesitant at first, because I didn't really want to trust them. But their project intrigued me, with what we would train to become and do. And how they told me I was a special soldier that they wanted to work with. So, after just over a year of service in the UNSC, I left my days as an ODST and joined the Project. I trained for months to become the best Spartan IV I could be, which guaranteed my job as an Agent. That leads to where I am now. I honestly enjoy being a Freelancer Agent. Sure, it is pretty stressful and taxing on your health sometimes (and you almost meet your maker on occasions), but I still like it. It is my dream career that I never realised existed until I joined, and I plan to serve for PFL until it is no more. And the friends I have met in the Project make it all the better.


I am glad, too, that I left the UNSC, because I have heard stories of a new enemy they are fighting. Before, we only fought humans, but now there are these..alien things. And, from what little tidbits I have scrubbed up, it sounds like those aliens are slaughtering humans by the thousands. Their tactics are new, their weapons are weird (believe me, I use replicas of a weapon of theirs that I stole from a warehouse on a mission. I believe it to be called a Needler. I use them because they are grusomely deadly and very useful, but I don't really feel like being on the receiving end), and they are bewildering. I do not want any part of that fight. I will gladly stick to killing other humans that get in my way, thank you very much. Killing unknown aliens is not a genre of fighting that I ever want to experience.


Home World: Harvest


Other Section


Fears: Zombies, ghosts, wide open dark spaces at my back


Weaknesses: I become stressed and mad easily, as well as afraid. I also freeze up sometimes if I am too afraid, even though I know I should not. But Zeta helps me with that, because his personality trait is mainly calmness, along with strategy. That is why he was paired with me, to help me in situations when my emotions get ahead of me and to help me think in quick ways when stress slows me down.


Physical Ailments: I mainly have two. One I've had since I was 16, and it has to do with my left leg being slightly crippled sometimes, which can hamper me in combat. It is really a two parter thing. The first part started while I was in a Lifetime Fitness class. We had to stand on one foot and hop onto, forwards down from, backwards onto, and backwards off of a block that was at least nine inches high. I was hopping on my left foot once while doing that, and my toe freaking hooked on the block as I was hopping over it. I fell heavily and full of emberrassment, the whole class looking away from their workouts and at me in the middle of the room. My ankle was fine for the moment, but I couldn't even walk on it by the end of the day. It was almost unbearable to put weight on it, and my ankle would just collapse under me anyway. So my dad wrapped it since he suspected it was a sprained ankle. I then could not do anything other than hop around for the rest of the day. It was then fine by the next day. I thought I was done with that, but then it started to act up in the same way too much that summer. That is because I joined Cross Country for the first time, and we obviously ran a lot. So my ankle was having strain put on it that it wasn't used to, and it was gradually getting bad again. Then, after practicing for around a month and a half, my second injury occurred. And it was caused in part by my ankle. My knee started to hurt on the same side as my ankle (my left side) during practice, and it got so bad by the end of practice that I could hardly even walk. My whole leg hurt, I couldn't put weight on it, and it hurt to bend it. I still tried to run, but my coach stopped me once I broke down and told him because the pain was getting too much. And he could notice anyway. He let me take the rest of the day and week off. After that, we hoped it would heal. But it just got worse and worse. Some days, my leg was fine. Others, not so much. A few months later, it got so bad during practice that my knee nearly gave out on me while I was running. Again, I was trying to run as much as I could, no matter how bad my knee hurt. I was determined, and I have always been competitive. I had to stop, though, when it felt like it was about to give out under me. That happened three times on just one two mile loop around town. After that, my knee would have good days and real shitty days. I could never gage which it would be each day, either. It would even hurt when I was only walking, and I would have to stop sometimes because it got too bad. And my knee repeatedly felt like it would give out on multiple days. I finally went to my high school's chiropractor, and he found that my ankle was on the verge of being sprained again, and that strain was putting extreme stress on my knee. I went back multiple times to have him work with my knee and ankle, but nothing seemed to work. He eventually concluded that I must have tendinitis in my knee which was brought on by my still bum ankle. So he let it try to heal on its own. It eventually got a bit better once Cross Country was over, but I still have problems now and again, even now. Sometimes it is just a twinge, that is in the left side of my ankle and/or knee. That's just an annoyance I am used to and can usually ignore. But too much stress and weird movements on my left leg sometimes causes true pain to act up again. Along with with a burning sensation through most of my leg. I am somewhat used to it, and I can usually push the pain out of my head. But it still really gets to me sometimes. Especially in combat situations, because then I can't move how I want and need to. Because of the pain and discomfort, mostly. My second physical ailment is a hereditary one, which can also sometimes effect me greatly in combat. I have acid reflux, just like my mom, her sisters, and their mom all had. It's a weird one, too, where it mainly effects our stomachs and throats. Certain foods that are difficult to digest cause pain and discomfort in our stomachs. Then I have one weird thing that the others don't really have as bad as I. The flap covering the opening of my stomach and that keeps acid out of my esophagus is weak, and will sometimes flap open to allow acid to splash into my esophagus. That causes a uncomfortable and constantly ticklish and burning sensation in my throat. That feeling causes me to feel the need to cough a lot, almost constantly. Yes, it was a lot worse when I was a kid, because I did cough practically constantly. From about the age of 6 to 10 or 11. But once my doctor figured out what it was, I got medicine that curbed that urge to clear my ticklish feeling by coughing. It took a few weeks, but it worked. Now I don't have as many attacks. But there are some instances that always cause me to cough: when I become sick, no matter the sickness, the acid starts to splash up more and makes me cough. And believe me when I say that I have had this long enough to know the difference between my acid reflux cough and my illness cough. There is a stark difference for me; it is also caused by running too much. That doesn't happen as often as it used to, but running for too long in certain conditions causes my throat to have a dry, cold feeling, and my chest hurts slightly. Then I have the urge to cough a lot. It sometimes gets so bad that I have to stop whatever I am doing and just cough. I have fits like that a lot when it acts up, and they usually involves constant hacking coughs that last for around a minute or so. It's a bit difficult to breath after that, but I regain my breathing after a few moments; another is when there are particles of stuff in the air, such as spices or otherwise safe chemicals. The worst culprits are scented air freshener sprays (especially cinnamon. That causes me to have a fit), and hair spray. Other stuff does too, but those are the worst; and the last are drinks with a lot sugar in them. Especially lemonade, energy drinks, and gatorade. A lot of them don't effect me, but some are really bad (*glares at certain lemonades*). What these drinks do is cause a ticklish, itchy feeling in my whole throat. That might sound okay, but it really isn't. It causes my eyes to water sometimes, it actually feels painful, I have the urge to cough again, and it is just extremely uncomfortable. And it is difficult to swallow. The whole thing is just not a favorable experience, and I cannot finish drinks that do that. And the feeling usually occurs after the first sip. It sucks. In order to keep all of these fits at bay, I have to keep pills in stock that help me with them if they occur. I have a special pocket on my armor that houses them, and it is always stocked just in case. So, my left leg and my acid reflux are my two ailments. They don't always affect me, but they pack a punch when they do.

 

[Daimao]

PFL Agent CS:

Birth Name:

Kai Valenheim

State Name:

Delaware

Nickname:

None

Code Name:

Delta 000

Age:

26

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relatives in the Project:

None

Relationships:

None

Defining Feature(s):

-His different colored eyes

Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:

A long scar starting at his hairline, going downwards across his right eye, and down his face and neck, all the way to his collarbone.

Personality:

Delaware is usually cold and calculating. However, he does have a warmer, friendlier side, despite the fact that he usually keeps it hidden.

Appearance Under Your Armor:

Shaggy platinum hair. Afore mentioned scar. Right eye is violet, left eye is bright blue.

Height:

6 Feet 7 Inches

Weight Without Armor:

230 Pounds

Armor Configuration:

Hayabusa Powered Assault Armor

Primary Weapon:

M99 Stanchion Gauss Rifle

Secondary Weapon:

M7 Caseless Sub Machine Gun

Melee Weapon:

-Hayabusa Katana

-Combat Knife

Preferred Grenade:

Napalm Grenade

Preferred Vehicle:

Motorbike

Agent Skill(s):

-Assassination

-Master at hand-to-hand combat/CQC

-Master swordsman

Primary Armor Enhancement:

Active Camouflage

Secondary Armor Enhancement:

Enhanced Bio Scan

A.I. name:

Mors

A.I. Personality Trait(s):

-Talks in a professional manner

-Oblivious to the feelings of living creatures

A.I. Appearance:

A Chinese Dragon

A.I. Color(s):

White

History:

CLASSIFIED

Home World:

Harvest

Other:

None​

 

[MockingXbird]

I must warn you. Michigan cusses a lot. A lot a





“Hi, I’m Ohio. My brother, Michigan, is going to the restroom right now so I’ll take this over for him. He told me to. Promise….ish.”


Birth Name:


“Unfortunately enough my dear brother was named Elizabeth Q-“


“Dude. What the fuck are you doing?”


“Oh. Hi Mich. I was just introducing you while you were going to the restroom.”


“Fuck that, I was just taking a piss. I’m a guy. I don’t piss that long.”


“….Hmmm…So you DO naturally smell bad…”


“What?”


“Nothing nothing. Shall we continue?”


“Whatever…..Oh my fucking god. My name is Ian Queen, you Dumbledouche.”


“Did you use a Harry Potter name as an insult?”


“Yeah. Got a fucking problem with that?”


“No. Moving on.”


State Name:


“It’s Michigan if you couldn’t already tell for the first five fucking million times it has been mentioned.”


“Actually it has only been once.”


“Shut up Dumbledouche, I know that already.”


“Obviously not. You-“


“Shut. The Fuck. Up.”


“Love you too.”


Nickname:


“I hate nicknames but Dumbledouche here,”


“That joke is getting old.”


“, Started calling me Mich which is apparently very fitting because now everyone else calls me that.”


Code Name:


“Masterbater69.”


“Fuck off. No. It’s Mark-021.”


“Hmmm…I like my idea better.”


“Seriously, Shut up.”


UNSC Rank Before Joining PFL:


"Believe it or not,"


"Still having a hard time believing."


",I was a First Sergeant. Better than Assface here."


"Your variety of insults amazes me."


Age:


“I’m 28.”


“Mentally 12.”


“Oh my god.”


Gender:


“Mich was born a girl.”


“I WAS NOT, YOU FUCKFACE. I AM A MAN.”


“I’d say more of a boy…Man is over exaggerating a bit.”


“I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better statement than that.”


“Just trying to help.”


“WELL YOU AREN’T”


Sexuality:


“Straight. That’s all there is too it.”


“I doubt that at times…”


“Look who’s talking!”


Relatives in the Project:


“I only have one brother, that’s Fucktard here.”


“Now now, no need to call yourself that.”


“I’m talking about you Dumbledouche.”


“I think you need new insults.”


“How about Shiterous Snape?”


“That’s an improvement.”


Relationships:


“None.”


“Don’t you have a crush on -“


“No. Shut up.”


“Whatever.”


Defining Feature(s):


“Can I say you’re use of the word ‘Fuck’ is one?”


“No.”


“But it’s so charming.”


“Dude, just shut the fuck up.”


“…….”


“What?”


“Nothing. Ah what are defining features of my little brother. Ah. Books.”


“What?”


“You almost always have a book in your hand no matter the situation.”


“And?”


“Well I certainly don’t see anyone else have a book in their hands so much.”


“AND?”


“How about you always are thinking about something?”


“Again, what?”


“Well you always looks like you’re thinking. The way you move and such.”


“I can hardly call that a defining feature. Seriously, you fucking suck at this.”


“I tried didn't I?”


“Yeah. But you failed.”


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


“He has the weirdest Unicorn tattoo on his left ass cheek…”


“No, I fucking don’t. I don’t have any tattoos or birthmarks though I have scars here and there. The most notable is the large slash from waist to shoulder where I got slashed by an energy sword a long time ago. I nearly died BECAUSE SOMEONE didn’t have my back.”


“You’re the one who ignored the original plan.”


“That’s because it fucking sucked.”


“Says your near death wound.”


“I got the mission done faster, didn’t I?”


“True.”


“You’re fucking welcome.”


Personality:


I’m sure you can get a good image on how they are.


Appearance Under Your Armor:


“Michigan is adorable under his armor. Many mistake him as a girl..”


“No they haven’t! Seriously, fuck off!”


“Fine fine, he is actually quite handsome. Better?”


“Yes. Thank you Dumbledouche.”


“How many times are you going to say that?”


“As many times as I fucking want, Dumbledouche.”


To take over while those two fight, the dear creator Mockingbird shall pop in….Also for the sake of getting this done faster xD


Mich has bright green eyes and black hair that falls messily into his eyes. His hair is about little over than medium length. He has a more athletic build to his body, a light tan skin tone.


Height:


6’1


Weight Without Armor:


190


Armor Configuration:

“……”


“Did you just scoff?”


“No. I felt slightly sick though.”


“WHY?”


“Ah…no offense but your armor color is…well…shitty.”


“Go die in a hole assface.”


Primary Weapon:


“Two badass plasma pistols.”


Secondary Weapon:


“My good old BR85HB SR Battle rifle.”


Melee Weapon:


“Two awesome plasma daggers on my wrists. I mean, they are a last resort kind of thing seeing I’m still not use to them. Don’t get me started on how hard it was to get these fucking things. Let’s just say it was a mission where I found these in some weaponry collection then boom. They're mine. ”


Preferred Grenade:


“Plasma Grenade fuckers.”


Agent Skill(s):


“My brother is actually quite good in hand to hand combat but that is the basics with most freelancer agents. I’m not too bad myself, he is just better at it, especially with melee weapons. Not only that but he can come up with plans very easily and has a very fast reaction time. I tend to follow plans he comes up with. It’s really impressive I admit. He will always have a backup plan or have a plan of his own that despite different from the original orders. It gets him in trouble but he does tend to get things done faster and...well better a lot of times. ”


Primary Armor Enhancement:


“Doomed Energy shield.”


“It’s very useful.”


“No shit, especially WHEN YOU USE ME AS A DISTRACTION.”


“You make it out fine most of the time.”


“Most. MOST. Not all Dumbledouche.”


“That again?”


Secondary Armor Enhancement:


“Enhanced healing unit. Also helpful when it comes to some fucker kicking me in the open.”


“That happens very few times.”


“But it fucking happens doesn't it?”


Likes:





"Why the fuck is this important? Fucking hell.....I like soda, sweets, dogs, books, cussing, hating, all of that shit."


"Also there iiisss-"


"I swear to God I will shove your energy sword so far up your ass, you'll be chocking on it."


Dislikes:


"How long do I have to finish this?"


"An hour or so."


"Well fuck. I'm going to need fucking days."


"Perhaps a shortened version."


"Shit, i'll try....Well I hate annoying asses, super nice fucks, Ohio, Ohio, more Ohio, sour shit, Ohio, should I continue?"


"Please, I think you forgot to add a bit more Ohio's in there."


"Really? Why thank you for reminding me."


"Your welcome."


"I was being sarcastic you Dinglefuck."


Positive Qualities:


"My brother Mich is actually a very kind-hearted man... surprisingly enough."


"I'm a cold ass mother fucker."


"One, I'd rather you not fuck mothers. That's disturbing."


".....I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to show you how much I hate you."


"Two, he can be quite intelligent at times. Hmm... is there anymore? Ah, he puts his life under others which is a good but bad thing. Truth be told, he is actually pretty funny. A comical relief."


"Fuck you."


Negative Qualities:


"I think I may need a whole day for this..."


"Again, Fuck you."


"Well, as I mentioned before he puts his life under others. Meaning he gets in danger quite often."


"Hey Assbus, I'm in danger all the time because you USE ME."


"I don't use you, stop your strange fantasies please."


"I-FUCKI-SON OF A- FLYING- OH MY FUCKING GOD."


"Now fucking God? When shall this end..."


"JUST CONTINUE."


"As I was saying....Ah, Mich has a hard time making friends due to his harsh first impression. He tends to get angered easily, he bottles up any negative emotions like grief which can really harm him on a mental scale, and lastly...he apparently likes to fuck mothers."


"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


Home World:


“Motherfucking Earth.”


History:


“Fuck. Off.”


A.I. INFO


A.I. name:


“Let me get the little shit out. Oi. Eve, come introduce yourself.”


“Yes?”


“Introduce yourself.”


“But you already did.”


“I only said your name.”


“Oh, ok. Hello. I am Eve, the A.I. unit assigned to Agent Michigan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”


“Pleasure is all mine.”


“She already knows you, shit head.”


“I was only being kind back. Really Eve. How do you cope with him?”


“The same way you do Agent Ohio. I’m stuck with him. He’s not bad, he can be very nice.”


“I know. Being at his side for so many years.”


“Oh yes. I almost forgot.”


“I thought you were fucking A.I. Aren’t you supposed to be all super memory and shit?”


“Sorry, I will try better to remember.”


“Don’t say sorry! You don’t need to, god. You say sorry for everything. It’s annoying.”


“Then I will say sorry for displeasing you.”


“Aw, Mich. You’re being so rude to her.”


“Stay out of this. Eve, go away.”


“…..”


“……..”


“…..”


“Please.”


“Ok~ Bye~”


“That little shit is annoying.”


“She made you say please. I need to learn a thing or two from her.”


“Shut up.”


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


“She’s all innocent and kind, its annoying. Saying sorry for EVERYTHING, always so nice. Very adult like. The little shits annoying but I will say she can be good company.”


“Thank you Michigan. That makes me very happy hearing that.”


“Yeah yeah. Whatever.”


A.I. Appearance:


“She looks literally like an angel. Well…at least that’s what her shape is. It’s hard to tell her form with her glow though you can see her form and that she has wings. So. Angel.”


A.I. Color(s):


“Eve is golden. Like motherfucking angel.”


“Well, I guess it’s my turn. My-“


“Nu uh fucker. It’s my turn to ‘introduce’ you.”


“As long as you don’t mess around with it.”


“LOOK WHO’S TALKING.”


Birth Name:


“This guy’s real name is names Assbus Dumbledouche.”


“Mich.”


“Shut up. You fuck with my name I fuck with yours.”


“It’s actually Jason Queen.”


“Yeah, that’s a stupid name.”


State Name:


“Ohio. When we joined the freelancers they found his real name so stupid that they changed it.”


“May I remind you that they changed your name too?”


“……Whatever.”


“Exactly.”


Nickname:


“Dumbledouche.”


“I don’t have one.”


“It’s Dumbledouche.”


“You really like that insult, don’t you?”


“D-u-m-b-l-e-d-o-u-c-h-e.”


Code Name:


“Orgy69.”


“I give you credit on the Orgy part but reusing my 69 insult is pretty pathetic.”


“There was nothing else. Shut up.”


“Don’t listen to this idiot. It’s Othello-16.”


“Still lame as hell.”


Age:


“Old.”


“I’m 29. A year older than you.”


“Yeah. Old.”


“Isn’t your birthday soon?”


“...Possibly.”


“So wouldn’t you be ‘old’ too?”


“No!”


“Whatever you say ‘youngster’.”


“I fucking hate you.”


Gender:


“I’m not going to be an asshole with this. He’s a guy.”


“Aw. You really do care.”


“Fuck off.”


Sexuality:


“I will not deny that I’m bisexual.”


“Yeah.”


“What? No insult?”


“I would but I don’t want to piss off anyone.”


“Good boy.”


“I’m not a dog!”


Relatives in the Project:


“My dear little brother, Michigan. That’s my only relative…sadly.”


“What do you mean about SADLY?”


“I would say nicer things about you...but i’d rather tell the truth.”


“Go fuck yourself. With a cactus.”


Relationships:


“No, I don’t care for thing such as a relationship unlike my brother with his adorable crush on-”


“SHUSH.”


Defining Feature(s):


“This annoying fuck acts all gentlemanlike. Always soooo sincere and kind.”


“I hardly call that a defining feature.”


“Also his ‘nice guy’ talk is fucking annoying.”


“I think you have the annoying part down.”


“Shut up. I’m talking. As I was saying Ohio talks like a fucking idiot.”


“I know I talk like an idiot. If I dont you wont understand me.”


“...”


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


“None that I can think of.”


“What about that fucking disgusting mark on...oh wait. Thats just your face.”


“Very amusing.”


“I’m practically a comedian.”


Appearance Under Your Armor:


Ohio has dirty blonde hair that is slightly shorter than Michigans and is curly. He has a more muscular frame but not too much. Tan skin and dark green eyes.


Height:


6’2


Weight Without Armor:


210


Armor Configuration:

Spoiler

“I believe the proper word to describe my armor is badass.”


“Oh fuck that, it’s stupid as hell.”


“Mich, we aren’t talking about your armor.”


“You really inspire my inner serial killer.”


“Have you tried talking to someone about your problems?”


“Fuck off.”


“Anyway my armor is quite nice.”


“It looks stuffy in there. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.”


“Your sarcasm is amusing at times.”


“I was being serious dickwad.”


Primary Weapon:


“An M395 Designated Marksman Rifle.”


Secondary Weapon:


“A very nice Sniper Rifle System 99 Anti-Matériel.”


Melee Weapon:


“I have a Energy sword.”


Preferred Grenade:


“Flashbang grenade, not damaging though extremely useful in battle or for distraction.”


Agent Skill(s):


“Dumbledouche is actually not a bad sharp shooter. He can figure out almost any unfamiliar weapon. As much as I hate to admit it he is almost equal with me when it comes to hand to hand combat and he is good for cover up. I come up with plans and he follows.”


Primary Armor Enhancement:


“Temporal Distortion, It’s very enjoyable.”


“I fucking hate it. Especially when you use it to fuck with me.”


“I’ve told you, i’m innocent.”


“Bull. Shit.”


Secondary Armor Enhancement:


“I have a speed boost enhancement.”


“To run away like a coward.”


“Actually so I can save your ass.”


Likes:





"Preparing my birthday list? Well then of course I will say what I like. Money is always useful, sour candies or spicy food is nice, I've always wanted a cat, embarrassing photos of Mich are my favorite though."


"You're a fucking prick. I hope you know that."


Dislikes:


"I dislike things such as loud annoying noises, like my dear brothers voice."


"Fuck you."


"I'm not a fan of sweets."


"Fucking wierdo."


"I don't like cussing all to much."


"Fuck shit God dammit ass fuck."


"Mich, are you going to let me finish?"


"Possibly."


"Some Freelancers, and so on so forth."


Positive Qualities:


"Nope. Moving on. Nothing can be put here, sorry. Next."


"Come on Mich. Be fair, I listed good things about you."


"Stupidassface....Fine! Just shut up and let me think."


"Shutting up."


"Hrm, well he's caring...to me at least. As much as I hate to admit it."


"Aw, you do notice."


"Shut up! I GUESS he's good at listening when it comes down to it. He can get people to like him easily too, the asshole."


"Can I speak?"


"Nope, it's time for the fucking negative shit."


Negative Qualities:


"He's a fucking asshole. Even if he seems all nice, he's really just a huge dick face asshole. Another thing is he doesn't give a shit about anyone else. Unless you are me or Oak he couldn't give two shits about what happens to you."


"Now that's exaggerating."


"Like hell it is! Yeah, this fling fuck may save your life but it's to keep up his 'good guy' streak. Meaning he's a dickwad."


"There is some truth in that."


"See?! I'm the fucking better person!"


"Says the one that many dislike."


"You know what? If you are going to be a smartass, first you have to be smart. Otherwise you're just an ass."


History:


“How is my history important?”


Home World:


“ Earth."


A.I. INFO





A.I. name:


“His name is Xi. Xi, want to come out?”


“….”


“Dude. That little fuck is creepy as hell.”


“You offended him.”


“Yeah. Sure”


“……..”


“Don’t look at me that way you creepy little fuck.”


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


“Xi is-“


“Creepy as all hell.”


“More of a darker kind of A.I. I don’t consider him bad but I don’t consider him good either. He can be good company, like Eve is for Mich. It all depends on the A.I. and soldier. He is completely silent to most of all and rarely speaks. Well for me we speak more often.”


“So he’s a dark minded, creepy, mysterious little fuck.”


A.I. Appearance:


“Xi just appears to be a shadowy mass with two yellow eyes as orbs. You can faintly see a human like figure.”


"Cre-"


"Yes Mich. He's creepy. We get it."


A.I. Color(s):


“He’s a shadow, so black.”

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Her de derp, reposting.

Spoiler

 

[Ian Temero]

Birth Name:

U- "My name is Kendrick Sneachta-"

L- "And I'm Lambda!"

U- "... It's not your turn yet."

L- "Oops. Sorry big-bro."

State Name:

Utah




Code Name:

Nephi 413

(I know it breaks the rule, but it has a special meaning)




Age:

28




Gender:

Male




Sexuality:

U- "Straight. Definitely Straight."


U- "Why are you looking at me like that?"

L- "Just trying to imagine you in a dress. It's kind of cute actually..."




Relationships:

None

Defining Feature(s):

- Utah is the only Freelancer with a hard light shield

- He does not swear. At all. If he ever starts swearing, you had better start running.

- Utah probably should have been named MacGyver. His ability to improvise on the battlefield is almost legendary. An example would be defeating an Elite by classically sticking a carrot in the barrel of its plasma gun. Kaboom.




Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:

L- "He's got this awesome dragon tattoo crawling up his left arm!"

U- "It happened during my more rebellious years..."




Appearance Under Your Armor:

L- "Oh! My! Gosh! Big Brother is so handsome!! He's gut gorgeous, medium length, wavy hair! And his eyes! His eyes. They are the most beautiful, piercing, icy blue! And he's got a six pack! And he's -"

U- "That's enough out of you, chatter box."




Height:

6'3''




Weight Without Armor:

175 lbs

Armor Configuration:
​

Primary Weapon:

Duel M6D Magnum Sidearms




Secondary Weapon:

SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle




Melee Weapon: Plasma Sword (Found on the same mission as Oregon's Needlers)




Agent Skill(s):

-Swordplay

-Engineering

-Hacking

Primary Armor Enhancement:

Hard Light Shield

U- "This is an interesting piece of tech. It's alien technology that predates the Covenat, probably of Forerunner origin. It's a boson-photon field manipulator that displaces the air around the photons, generating a solid surface."

L- "...I have no idea what you just said."

U- "It makes light solid"

L- "Oh."

U- "Anyways, we picked this thing up from who-knows-where almost a year before I was recruited. Our research department figured out how to turn it on but hadn't been able to figured out how to make it useful in field due to its short time limit. When we discovered that Lambda is able adjust the energy output of equipment in... interesting ways... they gave the shield to us hoping that we could do something with it. And boy did we. What we figured out was that by restricting the size of the shield we could prolong the time it stays active."
​

Secondary Armor Enhancement:

Speed Boost

U- "This one pretty much explains itself. With Lambda's assistance I can cut the power usage down, reducing the speed but increasing the amount of time I can use it before I burn out. We can also put it into an overdrive mode, which increases it to... quite frankly... dangerous speeds."




A.I. name:

Lambda




A.I. Personality Trait(s):

L- "I represent curiosity, ingenuity, and awesomeness!"

U- "Awesomeness?"

L- "Yes! Awesomeness!"

U- "Okay. Whatever you say..."




A.I. Appearance:

U- "Lambda has got to be one of the most adorable A.I.s I've ever seen. She looks like an eleven year old girl with amazingly long hair that floats around her like she is underwater."

L- "I've also got this adorable sundress! Look at it! Isn't it adorable?"

U- "Yes. Yes it is."

L- "He-he..."




A.I. Color(s):

Aqua-Green

A.I. Other:

U- "I've heard that the A.I. Omega is actually able to affect peoples emotions and is even capable of 'possessing' them. It's not supposed to be possible for an Artificial Intelligence to over power an actual intelligence like that. However, I have no doubt that he's able to do it. After all, I've seen Lambda do something similarly impossible.


Lambda is able to adjust the power level and flow of any piece of equipment she has access to, even if the equipment does not have a voltage regulator installed. In simpler terms, she is actually able to control the flow of electricity when there is nothing that would allow her to do so."




History:

U- "I... I would really rather not talk about this..."

Home World:

Reach​

 

[Hibiscus]

Spoiler

Birth Name:






Hunter Walkowiak


State Name:


Alaska


Nickname:


"Someone tried Frosty a little bit ago, but that didn't last."


Code Name:


Anchorage 13


Age:


27


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


Relatives:


Alexandria Walkowiak


Relationships:


"Touchy subject, but let's not touch upon it."


Defining Feature(s):


1. Deepest voice in the program, described as the most smooth and charming.


2. Allocated sense of chivalry and gentlemanship.


3. Brotherly love for everyone in the program.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


1. Has a tattoo of a panther climbing up his back. The left front paw wraps around Alaska's shoulder and reaches to his neck. Many people mistake it for a more noted animal, such as a wolf..

Personality:


Alaska can be described as a gentle giant, not ever letting his intimidation factor make him seem like a mean guy. He doesn't find himself particularly interesting, but he is often filled with jokes or stories to entertain those he considers friends. While he is kind to all he meets, he is known to hold grudges to those who make him angry or don't show him respect. Alaska has held many positions in the Freelancer Project, and as such can act superior to many other agents. That being said, and all factors to think of, Alaska is all around a kind, caring, and modest leader in the project.


Appearance Under Your Armor:


Alaska is tan, mostly from his many days on Earth out by the pool, but it hasn't seemed to faded since. His eyes are a deep blue, an infatuating degree of beauty lie within them that even he has humbled himself upon. His hair is dirty blonde, the light causing blonde streaks within them, but the dark giving it a brown undertone. And lastly, Alaska is a large man, but that doesn't stop the muscles from defining him fully.


Height:


6'11


Weight Without Armor:


255


Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color:


White


Secondary Armor Color:


Black


Primary Weapon:


M739 Light Machine Gun or SAW

Secondary Weapon:


Dual M7S Sub-machine guns

Melee Weapon:


Alaska's gauntlets come equipped with studded knuckles, leaving him never without a melee weapon.


Preferred Grenade:


Flash Bangs


Preferred Vehicle:


Two Wheeled Mongoose, Mounted Guns or Not.


Agent Skill(s):


1. Known mechanic and pilot, weapons expert, and all around good with technology and construction.


2. Medical unit of the program.


3. Trained and versed in all armors, including enhancements and AI's.


Primary Armor Enhancement:


Due to his armor and AI, Alaska has advanced control over his muscles. Therefore, the already lethal strength boost ability has become a mindset for every one of Alaska's attacks. In simple terms, Alaska has Advanced Muscle Control, a new form of a strength and speed boost.


Secondary Armor Enhancement:


Enhanced Healing Unit, meaning it can be used on himself or others. This is enhanced for it's specialty is repairing tissue, mainly muscle tissue. The Advanced Muscle Control means that Alaska's muscles get torn and rebuilt every time he uses the enhancement, so it's natural this one heals it faster.


A.I. name:


Omicron


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


Omicron is cold, sadistic, and demanding, all the while forming a wonderful outer self of a sweet woman with gentle tactics and manners. Omicron knows Alaska's strength, his past, and his mind, so she knows that Alaska could be a more powerful person; which is what she strives to bring out. Omicron cares for Alaska, which is why she does it, but it wouldn't be a true friendship if there wasn't any conflict now would it?


A.I. Appearance:


Omicron looks like a, well, a woman.

A.I. Color(s):


Red


History:


((Will be updated, but not til released in story, then I'll post it.))


Home World:


Earth

 

[Ian Temero]

(Here's one for you @Huntrey )

Birth Name:

Jaclyn Sneachta

Nickname:

Jaclyn the Ripper




Service Tag:

BLADE-099




Age:

26




Gender:

Female




Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relatives:

Kendrick Sneachta (Agent Utah)

Relationships:

Jaclyn has been too focused on her job to actively seek out romance, but should anyone approach her she might not turn them away.




Defining Features:

- Jaclyn prefers to use her knives over her guns in combat

- Jaclyn is literally a ninja, having spent over 15 years studying Ninjutsu

- When out of her armor, Jaclyn has a very distinct lack of noise when she walks, a force of habit from studying a martial art that focuses on stealth

Personality:

Most people know her as a girl who, while not particularly unfriendly or unsocial, doesn't go out of her way to talk to people. When you do get her to talk, she is a fairly nice person with good sense of humor. She has a deep, almost unhealthy, hatred for the Covenant.

Appearance Under Armor:

She snow-white hair and icy-blue eyes.

Height:

5'4''

Weight Without Armor:

130 lbs

Armor Color:

Red

Primary Weapon:

M6B Handgun

Melee Weapon:

Two 13' damascus steel blades

Preferred Grenade:

Plasma Grenade

ODST Skills:

- Melee combat (hand-to-hand and blades)

- Acrobatics/Athletics

- Stealth

History:

Six years ago, Jaclyn had been on Earth participating in a mixed martial arts tournament when the Covenant attacked Reach. With the exception of Kendrick who was with her on Earth, her entire family died in that attack. Stricken with grief and seeking revenge she joined the UNSC. A year later, Kendrick was transferred to a top secret project, while the higher ups took notice of Jaclyn and pulled her out of the regular shock troops and onto a much more specialized team.

Her new team consisted of four people. A sniper; who's job was to kill a target specified by the NSWC. A spotter; who made sure the sniper wasn't in danger as well as coordinating the team. A heavy assault; who made sure the team got out if things went bad. And then there was Jaclyn; who finished off the target if the sniper missed. The team was good and for five years never failed a single mission. Then the unthinkable happened.

The team was ambushed. The enemy sniper had been using a Covenant Particle Beam Rifle and was extremely good. It took him ten seconds to kill her entire team and to shoot her in the stomach. Before she passed out, Jaclyn has able to catch a glimpse of the shooter: a Spartan-II with no emblem. She had nearly bled to death before the UNSC recovered her.

With her entire team dead, Jaclyn has been placed back with the regular ODSTs until command can assemble her a new team. At least, that's what they told her...

Home World:

Reach

Other:

- Before joining the army, Jaclyn studied Ninjutsu and was a 15th dan black-belt (she started learning when she was very young)

- The UNSC brass was strongly considering promoting Jaclyn and training her as a Spartan, however all talk of this has been put on hold until after the Freelancers have been apprehended

- The Freelancer Project had also been eying Jaclyn and had been planning on stealing her and making her an agent once her Spartan training had been finished. These plans have been canceled for obvious reasons.​

 

[Hibiscus]

Spoiler

Birth Name:


Alexandria Walkowiak


State Name:


California


Nickname:


Cali


Code Name:


Cherry-11


Age:


29


Gender:


Female


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


Relatives:


Hunter Walkowiak


Relationships:


Cali hasn't been really looking for a relationship, nor does she see anyone really looking to her for one.


Defining Feature(s):


1. Matching tattoos with her brother.


2. White hair and blue eyes.


3. Awkward? Weird? Just strange weapon choice?


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:

Personality:


Cali is older then Alaska, and as stereotypes dictate she should be more outgoing and cool, but she isn't. The past that drove Alaska to be calm and collected was also the past that made Cali quiet and reserved. Cali is quiet, not shy, but self chosen to be relaxed and responsive to anything that didn't suit her. Besides her hushed attitude, Cali is quite stubborn and relentless when she agrees with something. When her hard headed actions are overruled then she becomes temperamental and furious, usually releasing her anger or holding it in by herself.


Appearance Under Your Armor:


Cali has white hair, one that grows brighter from the reflection of the light. The hair drifts down her back, nearly reaching her hips in such a length, and almost always in one long ponytail. Just like Alaska's eyes; Cali's blue eyes are a stunning ocean of beauty, with which she has found many men lost in the waves of relentlessness perfection. They are a lighter shade of blue, holding more reflections than that of Alaska's. And her figure is 'generous' to put in an innocent way. Slightly curvy and slim in the waist, Cali has a body to rock if she ever choose to.


Height:


6'0


Weight Without Armor:


150


Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color:


Metallic Silver


Secondary Armor Color:


Metallic Silver


Tertiary Armor Color:


Metallic Black


Primary Weapon:


Dual Sticky Detonator

Secondary Weapon:


Dual Grenade Launchers

Melee Weapon:


Gravity Hammer


Preferred Grenade:


Fragmentation Grenades


Preferred Vehicle:


Tank


Agent Skill(s):


1. Explosives Expert (Duh)


2. Infiltration


3. Logistics


Primary Armor Enhancement:


Energy shield (Hard Light version). Cali can project a shield from special points in her armor, creating an entire wall of hard light to block any projectile. The shield isn't limited to bullets, but heavy ordnance can also be deflected by adding more power.


Secondary Armor Enhancement:


Increased Armor. This just means Cali's armor has increased durability and the limitations of what it can block have been lifted. Low caliber bullets from handheld weapons usually don't penetrate, meaning they must use something bigger or hit her less covered areas.


A.I. name:


Chi


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


Chi is timid and shy, almost too scared to do her job. When only with Cali it is a conversation between those who find comfort within each other, protecting and caring for themselves even in the middle of battle, but in front of other she is little then an apprehensive child.


A.I. Appearance:


Chi is a small AI child, white in color, but not bright enough that you can't miss her figure. She is small, and usually appears behind Cali's neck to avoid views.


A.I. Color(s):


White


Home World:


Earth


 
Oh I know I haven't been going through and accepting my sides of the RPers; if I haven't called you out for anything then it's accepted. They are all beautiful CS's!


 
Birth Name and Rank:


Sergeant Remington


Service Tag:


LION-21


Age:


30


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


Relatives:


None left.


Relationships:


Remington doesn't like to fraternize with subordinates, but being on a ship for so long on patrol has left him wondering about the idea.


Defining Features:


1. Dog tags that he keeps on him. One for his father, brother, and his best friend.


2. Gruff and rustic voice, even for such a young man.


3. Southern draw and attire.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


Four, one for every mission that he lost someone.

Personality:


Remington is serious and swift, making his words and actions count. What he says goes, disrespect is met with anger and rage in the form of discipline. Besides his sergeant attitude, when Remington isn't on mission or duty he is quite friendly, establishing a relationship with all those under him.


Appearance Under Armor:

Height:


6'3


Weight Without Armor:


197


Armor Color:

Primary Weapon:

Secondary Weapon:

Melee Weapon:

Preferred Grenade:


Pulse Grenades


Preferred Vehicle:


Warthog, preferably driving.


ODST Skills:


1. CQC skills far beyond an average ODST.


2. Direct link to every fleet ship, meaning ordnance drops, vehicle request, or reinforcements all under his jurisdiction.


History:


((Oh sooner or later he'll give it up.))


Home World:


Earth

 

[GrieveWriter]

Birth Name: Keith Moore

State Name: Wisconsin

Code Name: Whitescale-808

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Defining Feature(s): Wisconsin Snaps his fingers quite often when speaking and Acts similar to a Game Show Host in a majority of situations

Personality: Wisconsin treats everything and everyone as if they were part of a game show that he is hosting, calling enemies and allies alike contestants and referring to his superiors as the contributors. He'll make references to bonus rounds and add-ons to the show on a whim. Whether he actually believes this or is just dedicate to acting in such a way has yet to be determined.

Appearance Under Your Armor: Tall and thin with ratty hair and lean physique. A bit pale and has quite a bit of an overbite.

Height: 7'0

Weight Without Armor: 180

Armor Configuration:

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Primary Weapon: Mauler

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Secondary Weapon: Magnum

Melee Weapon: Stun Baton



Preferred Grenade: Spike Grenade

Preferred Vehicle: Mongoose

Agent Skill(s): Hand-to-hand, Firearms- Due to the nature of his build, Wisconsin prefers up close use of his weapons , and would probably dual weild Maulers if not for the wider range of possibilities keeping the magnum on hand brings.

Stealth- Despite his ubnoxiously boisterous and loud attitude in battle, Wisconsin is able to stay out of sight and move quietly when he wants to. He likens this to a set up for a dramatic entrance for "Everybody's favorite Host!"

Primary Armor Enhancement: Speed Boost, Mainly due to some... "extensions" in the feet of his armor, making him able to sprint and orientate his body with lessened difficulty, also allows Wisconsin to fall from greater distances without taking damage. He won't be able to just jump from a skyscraper and land with no problem, but it's an improvement.

Secondary Armor Enhancement: Enhanced Healing Unit- Given enough time, CAL's precise use and revision of the standard healing unit will be able to take care of most forms of injury, most injuries short of limb/organ loss and full on brain destruction. This form o healing, however, does require significant time out of hazardous environments, which means Wisconsin will have to find somewhere to recuperate. CAL won't exactly be able to pull off these medical techniques in the midst of battle.

A.I. name: CAL

A.I. Personality Trait(s): CAL is an AI without Morales, he can understand the necessity of them, but foregoes them in order to focus on the mission at hand.

CAL is almost religiously devoted to the mission at hand seeing Wisconsin as more of a tool than a partner, he only shifts focus back to survivability when no mission is present, and even then treats everything as if it were a simple simulation to view and record.

A.I. Appearance: Some sort of blue eye atop a cylinder

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A.I. Color(s): Pixelated Blue

Home World: Jericho VII​

 

[Phantom King]

Birth Name:

Jericho Payne

State Name:

Vermont

Nickname:

"Monty"

Code Name:

Victor 011

Age:

28

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relatives in the Project:

N/A

Relationships:

Its particularly hard to catch his eye.

Defining Feature(s):

Around Jericho's waist there is two red bells attached to black threads (the thread made of parachute cord). The light jingles of terror.

He's a HUGE kleptomaniac. (Watch your thingies)

Before he's about to rage he'll point his index and middle finger at someone in the shape of a gun and then 'fire' moving his thumb down to symbolize the hammer dropping. If you see this run.​

Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:

Has a scar going horizontally across the bridge of his nose. He also has a tattoo of the sun with the eye of ra in the center of it on the right side of his neck.​

Spoiler

Personality:

Jericho is the type of person you could learn to love after a lengthy time. He will pick at everyone's flaws including his own even if they are extremely small, a flaw of being a Virgo he says. He is speaks with a suave tone naturally that is at a tone that makes it seem like chocolate syrup is pouring out of his mouth. To bad that chocolate syrup is sour with all of his insults and critiques, however what he's known best for is his extremely bold decisions after asking stupid and completely irrelevant questions, normally due to a sarcastic remark that most wouldn't actually do example being.

"Do you think they need a hug?"

"I don't know why don't you go and find out."

"Alright." Jericho would sprint off into the oncoming gunfire his mind-set on asking the assailants if they in fact did need a hug.

Appearance Under Your Armor:

Except with a shaved head. Mesomorphic build.

Height:

6'3"

Weight Without Armor:

195lbs

Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color:

Onyx

Secondary Armor Color:

Crimson

Tertiary Armor Color:

N/A

Primary Weapon:

Good ol' Johnny. (BR85 Heavy Barrel Service Rifle)

Secondary Weapon:

"The Boys"(Dual M6G Magnum's.)

Melee Weapon:

Two Foldable Tomahawk that have an option to attach together at the pommels.

Preferred Grenade:

Spike Grenade

Preferred Vehicle:

Mongoose

Agent Skill(s):

CQC skill is on a whole new level on its own.

If it wasn't for his stealth capabilities he'd surely be dead by now.

A master tactician in and out of the field.

Primary Armor Enhancement:

Strength boost giving him the strength equal to a Jiralhanae. However this enhancement has spread to his entire body resulting in stronger and more powerful legs, resulting in faster and more explosive speed.

Secondary Armor Enhancement:

Octopus type camouflage. (Adaptive Camo)

A.I. name:

Warwick

A.I. Personality Trait(s):

Warwick is timid yet malicious at the same time.

Warwick is a eerie A.I. like a child of horror.

He has an extremely dark humor that usually only Jericho appreciates.

A.I. Appearance:

Warwick looks just like an octopus however it has the voice of a child under-water.

A.I. Color(s):

A crimson with a black outline

History:

Shall be explained in RP.

Home World:

Reach

Other:

Poor Georgia...

 

[Wintermute]

Birth Name: John O'Neill


State Name: Massachusetts


Nickname: My nickname is Mass. You'll find why later.


Code Name: Munich 14


Age: 29


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relatives in the Project: None


Relationships: None


Defining Feature(s): I have a very large body frame, maybe even larger than the Meta. In consequence, I am rather heavy and that is why some of my comrades call me Mass. I also have a very peculiar tick which always happens before a mission. I start flicking sharp objects at solid surfaces. I dont know why. Also, my undying love for wolfhounds.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: I own a very spectacular scar that goes through my left eye vertically and its about 7" long. Another group of scars cover my back, and I've camouflaged them with a pretty big tattoo of a dragon which can be seen

Spoiler

Personality: I am nice when I need to be, rude and deadly when its my job. Mostly dont have much of a sense of humor but I can take a joke, just cant make one. When on a mission, I get very serious and murderous. You don't want to get in the way of my Heavy Machine gun.


Appearance Under Your Armor: My hair is a silver-ish blonde color, cut very short so I ain't got to worry 'bout it blocking my aim. My eyes are very peculiar, the outer ring of the eye being a bluish gray, while the inside is a light orange red or deep red depending on if I'm killing something or not. My face is lean, barely any visible fat, with a square looking lower jaw and a slight under bite, just barely visible.


As for my body, it is completely lean, with a lot of accentuation on muscles, due to my body being so big.


My skin is not dark, its quite pale 'cause I'm in my armor for so long. I have a light colored stubble on my chin.


Height: I am quite tall, standing at about 8'6"


Weight Without Armor: 300 lbs


Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color:


Secondary Armor Color:


Tertiary Armor Color:


Primary Weapon: M247H Heavy Machine Gun

Secondary Weapon: SAW

Melee Weapon: Dual energy daggers

Preferred Grenade: Plasma grenade


Preferred Vehicle: My favorite vehicle, of course, is the Scorpion Tank. Just look at that big cannon with those huge caliber rounds.... Love it!


Agent Skill(s): I am highly trained in firearms, hand-to-hand combat and demolitions. Especially the last one. Has to do with blowin' things up.


Primary Armor Enhancement: My armor enhancement consists of a domed energy shield that can stop any kind of round in its tracks from the outside, but allows rounds to exit from inside. Very useful, and lasts up to two and a half minutes.


Secondary Armor Enhancement: The secondary armor enhancement is a speed boost, so I can transport weapons, munitions or people from one place to another faster. Very handy indeed.


A.I. name: His name is Pi


A.I. Personality Trait(s): Pi is mostly in for analyzing target movements and inflicted damage. He can also alter the accuracy of the weapon I am using. He is not shy at all. Actually, he is very loudmouthed and straight forward and sassy. Says things as they should be said, my type of guy.


A.I. Appearance: Pi takes on the shape of a 20 year old looking boy outfitted in a heavy weapons spartan specialist armor. He is about 7-8 inches tall.


A.I. Color(s): He is light blue and red, red being the small details of his armor and red being the rest. His visor is actually white.


History: I dont remember crap after the surgery, so not much to say.


Home World: I'm from Reach. A fucked up planet that is.


Other: I fear my enemies coming back to get me, not having somebody cover my back and I fear my HMG jamming.


Weaknesses: Due to my weight and shape, I am not fast. Although I may not get stressed easily, being held up in a trench makes me want to yell. I also dont have memory of my childhood, or whatever I had before the surgery, so I hate it when other people talk about their past for some reason.


Now, quit it with the questions and give me something to shoot at for fucks sake.

 

[Agent Iceland]

Birth Name: Maria Iceland


State Name: Kansas


Nickname: K


Code Name: Omega 777


Age: 28


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Straight


Relatives in the Project: None


Relationships: Well, Agent Iceland, I do believe it is safe to say that-


No. Be quiet, Primordium.


Defining Feature(s): The way I sharpen my knife, how some people call me Tex when I'm really not.


I actually appreciate that. It makes me feel very honored.


Not. Now. Primordium. Shut the fuck up.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: Prosthetic (right) arm


Personality: Snarky, cold, ubiquitous (that's another word for silent)


Appearance Under Your Armor: Black hair, brown eyes (when Primordium takes over, eyes glow white)


Height: 6'6


Weight Without Armor: 200 lbs.


Armor Configuration:

Primary Armor Color:


Secondary Armor Color: (optional)


Tertiary Armor Color: (optional)


Primary Weapon: SRS99 Sniper Rifle


Secondary Weapon: M6G Magnum


Melee Weapon: Combat Knife


Preferred Grenade: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


Preferred Vehicle: Mongoose


Agent Skill(s): Hand-to-hand (excels), infiltration (excels) stealth (excels).


So, to be specific, she excels in those aforementioned qualities.


I am going to stab you if you don't shut the LITERAL FUCK UP!!!


Primary Armor Enhancement: Strength boost


Secondary Armor Enhancement: Cloaking


A.I. name: Primordium


A.I. Personality Trait(s): Finally! A chance to be in the limelight! Well, hello. My name is Primordium, and I am the new Alpha, so to speak.


A.I. Appearance: I appear with a suit and tie, preferably. I do believe it makes me appear more formal.


Oh dear Lord.


A.I. Color(s): Silver and white, although I do not see the difference. I must be colorblind. To the clinic it is, then, I suppose. Iceland, do you happen to have any-


No.


Are you su-


Yes. I'm sure.


History: In her civilian life, Iceland was the most feared member of the neighborhood in her hometown. She always kept to herself, was sullen and hostile most of the time, and refused to take any shit from anyone. If they did, she would give them a ball-bashing and send their ass to hell.


Home World: Earth


Other: (optional)

 

[Assailant]

Birth Name: Maxwell Teller


State Name: Rhode Island


Nickname: Rhodey


Code Name: Rhino 027


UNSC Rank Before Joining PFL: He was actually a combat medic, and they decided to experiment by making him an agent.


Age: 27


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relatives in the Project: None at all!


Relationships: His designated AI


Defining Feature(s): Pretty shy, and doesn't like direct confrontation much. Always prefers to avoid conflict, making him stand out from the others.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: None.


Personality: Shy but kind. Believes everyone deserves kindness... doesn't always work out for him. A disorganized klutz. However, he'll be very protective when his love is called into question, or when his AI is insulted. Protecting and helping others always comes first.


Appearance Under Your Armor:

Description: He has jet black hair swept to the side. He often times holds a relaxed posture. Well, maybe not relaxed, but rather slouched. He always looks tired, particularly around his blue eyes which sport giant bags under them.


His skin is pale with few blemishes. He is scrawny, and looks underfed even though he is perfectly fine. Due to his shyness, he tends to try to stay in his armor, though he'll take any chance he can get to get out. Due to this, few know what he truly looks like.


Height With Your Armor: 6'1"


Height Without Your Armor: 5'9"


Weight Without Armor: 130


Armor Configuration: Full Enforcer class armor.


Primary Armor Color: Black


Secondary Armor Color: Red


Primary Weapon: Dual wields magnums in exchange for conventional primaries. The reasons for this vary, but it's primarily so he can maintain his speed and agility. They are also light, and prevent him from needing more strength than he has to wield them. Furthermore, the ammo does considerable damage. Fire rate is traded out for damage.


Secondary Weapon: Dual wields magnums.


Melee Weapon: A small, sharp knife that specializes in piercing both armor and skin. Not much reach, but highly deadly up close. This further utilizes his speed, agility, and stealth. It was also part of the test. The trainers made him use that weapon to see how a nigh pacifist would react to having a weapon that requires blood to literally stain his hands when he kills. He won't use this weapon unless in dire circumstances for that reason.


Preferred Grenade: Sticky


Preferred Vehicle: Mongoose: they're quick and easy to use! Again, all of Rhodey's preferred arsenal revolves around stealth and speed. The mongoose is quiet (relatively), quick, and easily maneuverable.


Agent Skill(s): Specializes in stealth, agility, and speed.


Primary Armor Enhancement: Active Camo


Secondary Armor Enhancement: Speed Boost


Likes: Annie, Kind People, Food, Helping Others, Puzzles


Dislikes: Mean People, Killing, Being asked the same question repeatedly, Pain, Maine ("The Agent, I have nothing against the state!")


Positive Qualities: Kindness, Medical Experience, Belief in the kindness in all, Sense of Chivalry


Negative Qualities: Shyness, Belief in the kindness in all (this time in the fault sense), Easily Offended, Hatred of Violence (Normally this is good, but not when at war)


History: Nothing special


Home World: Unimportant


Other: Fights with a Ninjutsu style.


A.I. name: Annie


A.I. Personality Trait(s): Flamboyant, outgoing, kind. She doesn't like being categorized by the Greek alphabet, so she made a human name for herself. She considers herself equal to a human, and Max tends to agree. She wants to attain metastability, but will not resort to violence to do so.


A.I. Appearance: A pink woman with short, cut hair by her neck and a sweater with khakis. This is often the form she takes, however she is fickle about it occasionally.


A.I. Color(s): Pink


Other: Her love with Rhodey is often considered to be very strange, and many agents will insult them, occasionally resorting to violence.

 

[AvidElmV2]

For unknown reasons, Agent Iowa and Arizona insisted they preformed this together. You have been warned.


Birth Name:


"My brothers original name was Shittard-"


"That's a fucking lie and you know it."


"But he changed it to Quentin Morece. I'm Jones Morece."


State Name:


"He's Arizona, I'm Iowa. Simple as that."





Nickname:


"He tried to convince everyone that my nickname was Cupcakes....."


"Well? Did it stick, Cupcake?"


"........"


"I can't hear you, Cupca-"


"It stuck....."


Code Name:


"I'm Mason 213, he's Asshole 666."


"People called me that for two years.... I fucking hate you. It's Ares 32."


"Come on! It captured the essence of being Shittard Morece!"


"That's not my name!"





Age:


"I'm 27, Shittard-"


"You need new insults."


"Over there is an infant in a 27 year olds body."


"We're twins I'd you haven't noticed yet, dipshit."


Gender:


"Joan-"


"JONES!"


"Was born a She-Man."


"No, I wasn't."


"Yes. You were. I know it's hard for you to accept the fact, but you have no dick."


"Shut up. We're both male."


Sexuality:


"I like..... Don't even say it."


"Say what?"


"You know what. You say it every. Fucking. Time. Don't do it."


"I don't know what you're talking about, but okay."


"I like-"


"Sausage."


"Fuck it, I'm done with this shit."


"We're both Hetero."





Relatives in the Project:


"Just Quentin. Sadly, that means I have no one intelligent to talk to."


"What is that supposed to mean?"


"It means you're dumber than a doornail."


"Says the guy who put Nair on his ass."


"I thought it was shampoo....."


"You put shampoo on your ass?"


"Shut up!"





Relationships:


"Mini-Me, Aka Quentin, wants to bone every girl he see's, so everyone. Wait, does he have to actually date them or do fantasies count?"





Defining Feature(s):


"If you have a keen ear, you can hear the constant LOUD bickering that comes from both of us!"





Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: (optional)


"Joan has a heart on his right ass cheek."


"Okay, back. What are they laughing about? Did you tell them about the ass cheek thing!?"


"No....."


"Neither of us have any tattoos, but Quentin does have a scar the goes down from his chest to his abdomen."





Personality:


"Have you been listening to us at all?"


"I'm sure you have an idea."





Appearance Under Your Armor: (picture or description, I don't care what you use)


Both brothers, being twins, are extremely pale with blonde hair that is often kept untidy. The only notable difference between them is that Agent Arizona's eyes are violet while Massachusetts are light blue.


Height:


Quentin is 5'9, Jones is 5'11


Weight Without Armor:


Quentin 193lb, Jones 217lb


Armor Configuration:


Quentin:

Jones:

Primary Weapon:


"I use an SRS 99 Anti-Matériel."


"Sniper bitch....."


"What?"


"I said dual Type-25 Directed Energy pistols."


"Good boy."


"Shut the fuck up."





Secondary Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp)


"I use a M45 tactical Shotgun, Cupcake has dual Automags."





Melee Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


"Dual energy daggers implanted on my suits wrist. They're pretty cool, just a little hard to..... Control."


"Fuck that shit, you nearly killed me with those things! I was in the hospital for a month because of you! Anyways, I use an energy stave."





Preferred Grenade: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


"We both use plasma's."


Preferred Vehicle: (can changed throughout rp. Optional)


"Duh, Mongoose! What else would we use?"


"Warthog."


"You're dead to me."


"The feelings mutual."





Agent Skill(s):


"I'm a sharpshooter. I know a little first aid as well."


"He's good at hiding while I do he real work. I'm trained in most anything that deals with stealth and I'm pretty agile. Awhile back, I started working with explosives."


"Stealth IS hiding, dumbass."





Primary Armor Enhancement: (speed boost, enhanced healing unit, holographic projection, active camo, adaptive camo, temporal distortion, domed energy shield, E.M.P., strength boost, enhanced motion tracker, and enhanced bio scan. Only those eleven, and you can alter them slightly if you want to)


"Speed boost."


"Adaptive camo."


Secondary Armor Enhancement: (same list, optional)


"Enhanced motion tracker."


"Strength boost."


A.I. name: (do not use any names from the show. And the names don't have to be from the Greek alphabet)


"Vice, mind coming out a saying hi?"


"Sup. How's it going, Agent Iowa?"


"Naomi, get out here."


"Y-yes Agent Arizona? Do you require my assistance?"


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


"Vice is pretty chill. He doesn't act like a logistical A.I., more like one that's just there to keep someone company. He can get annoying at times, though.... So many knock knock jokes....."


"Naomi's alright, but she's shy for some reason. It's just weird. She's weird, to be honest. Other than that, she's a nice girl. A.I.... Whatever the fuck you wanna call her."


A.I. Appearance:


"Quentin tried to tell Naomi to look like his favorite porn star, but she refused."


"....…...."


"I was right, wasn't I? Wow... That's just sad."


"Naomi looks like some kind of school girl or something. That's the best way I can describe it."


"Vice kinda looks like a DJ or something. He always has a pair of headphones on and stuff."





A.I. Color(s):


"Naomi... She wears like this long, black dress with a little blue on the sides. After awhile I made out some white hair, but that's it."


"Vice is green. Don't ask me why, but he's green. Maybe he likes green. Can A.I's even like things?"





History: (optional)


"Ya, no."





Home World:


".... Do we look like we're from an alien planet? Earth dumbass. Earth."





Other:


"No, we don't have anything else we wanna say."

 

[Thawne]

For unknown reasons, Agent Iowa and Arizona insisted they preformed this together. You have been warned.
Birth Name:


"My brothers original name was Shittard-"


"That's a fucking lie and you know it."


"But he changed it to Quentin Morece. I'm Jones Morece."


State Name:


"He's Arizona, I'm Iowa. Simple as that."





Nickname:


"He tried to convince everyone that my nickname was Cupcakes....."


"Well? Did it stick, Cupcake?"


"........"


"I can't hear you, Cupca-"


"It stuck....."


Code Name:


"I'm Mason 213, he's Asshole 666."


"People called me that for two years.... I fucking hate you. It's Ares 32."


"Come on! It captured the essence of being Shittard Morece!"


"That's not my name!"





Age:


"I'm 27, Shittard-"


"You need new insults."


"Over there is an infant in a 27 year olds body."


"We're twins I'd you haven't noticed yet, dipshit."


Gender:


"Joan-"


"JONES!"


"Was born a She-Man."


"No, I wasn't."


"Yes. You were. I know it's hard for you to accept the fact, but you have no dick."


"Shut up. We're both male."


Sexuality:


"I like..... Don't even say it."


"Say what?"


"You know what. You say it every. Fucking. Time. Don't do it."


"I don't know what you're talking about, but okay."


"I like-"


"Sausage."


"Fuck it, I'm done with this shit."


"We're both Hetero."





Relatives in the Project:


"Just Quentin. Sadly, that means I have no one intelligent to talk to."


"What is that supposed to mean?"


"It means you're dumber than a doornail."


"Says the guy who put Nair on his ass."


"I thought it was shampoo....."


"You put shampoo on your ass?"


"Shut up!"





Relationships:


"Mini-Me, Aka Quentin, wants to bone every girl he see's, so everyone. Wait, does he have to actually date them or do fantasies count?"





Defining Feature(s):


"If you have a keen ear, you can hear the constant LOUD bickering that comes from both of us!"





Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: (optional)


"Joan has a heart on his right ass cheek."


"Okay, back. What are they laughing about? Did you tell them about the ass cheek thing!?"


"No....."


"Neither of us have any tattoos, but Quentin does have a scar the goes down from his chest to his abdomen."





Personality:


"Have you been listening to us at all?"


"I'm sure you have an idea."





Appearance Under Your Armor: (picture or description, I don't care what you use)


Both brothers, being twins, are extremely pale with blonde hair that is often kept untidy. The only notable difference between them is that Agent Arizona's eyes are violet while Massachusetts are light blue.


Height:


Quentin is 5'9, Jones is 5'11


Weight Without Armor:


Quentin 193lb, Jones 217lb


Armor Configuration:


Quentin:

Jones:

Primary Weapon:


"I use an SRS 99 Anti-Matériel."


"Sniper bitch....."


"What?"


"I said dual Type-25 Directed Energy pistols."


"Good boy."


"Shut the fuck up."





Secondary Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp)


"I use a M45 tactical Shotgun, Cupcake has dual Automags."





Melee Weapon: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


"Dual energy daggers implanted on my suits wrist. They're pretty cool, just a little hard to..... Control."


"Fuck that shit, you nearly killed me with those things! I was in the hospital for a month because of you! Anyways, I use an energy stave."





Preferred Grenade: (can changed throughout the rp. Optional)


"We both use plasma's."


Preferred Vehicle: (can changed throughout rp. Optional)


"Duh, Mongoose! What else would we use?"


"Warthog."


"You're dead to me."


"The feelings mutual."





Agent Skill(s):


"I'm a sharpshooter. I know a little first aid as well."


"He's good at hiding while I do he real work. I'm trained in most anything that deals with stealth and I'm pretty agile. Awhile back, I started working with explosives."


"Stealth IS hiding, dumbass."





Primary Armor Enhancement: (speed boost, enhanced healing unit, holographic projection, active camo, adaptive camo, temporal distortion, domed energy shield, E.M.P., strength boost, enhanced motion tracker, and enhanced bio scan. Only those eleven, and you can alter them slightly if you want to)


"Speed boost."


"Adaptive camo."


Secondary Armor Enhancement: (same list, optional)


"Enhanced motion tracker."


"Strength boost."


A.I. name: (do not use any names from the show. And the names don't have to be from the Greek alphabet)


"Vice, mind coming out a saying hi?"


"Sup. How's it going, Agent Iowa?"


"Naomi, get out here."


"Y-yes Agent Arizona? Do you require my assistance?"


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


"Vice is pretty chill. He doesn't act like a logistical A.I., more like one that's just there to keep someone company. He can get annoying at times, though.... So many knock knock jokes....."


"Naomi's alright, but she's shy for some reason. It's just weird. She's weird, to be honest. Other than that, she's a nice girl. A.I.... Whatever the fuck you wanna call her."


A.I. Appearance:


"Quentin tried to tell Naomi to look like his favorite porn star, but she refused."


"....…...."


"I was right, wasn't I? Wow... That's just sad."


"Naomi looks like some kind of school girl or something. That's the best way I can describe it."


"Vice kinda looks like a DJ or something. He always has a pair of headphones on and stuff."





A.I. Color(s):


"Naomi... She wears like this long, black dress with a little blue on the sides. After awhile I made out some white hair, but that's it."


"Vice is green. Don't ask me why, but he's green. Maybe he likes green. Can A.I's even like things?"





History: (optional)


"Ya, no."





Home World:


".... Do we look like we're from an alien planet? Earth dumbass. Earth."





Other:


"No, we don't have anything else we wanna say." [/quote


Look up skywalker5009 on Wattpad. You done stole my agent.

 
PFL Agent CS:


Birth Name: Nicholas Sherman


State Name: Nevada


Nickname: Nev


Code Name: Nyx 647


Age: 26—SPARTAN IV


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relatives in the Project: None


Relationships: None


Defining Feature(s): Afinity for katanas, singing voice.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: Crescent-shaped scar starting from the edge of his right eyebrow to an inch under the pupil of his right eye.


Personality: Mostly presenting a non-serious manner or demeanor while not on active combat duty or during times of little activity during battle, Nevada is one of the more laid-back Freelancer operatives. Often flund reading a good book in his free time, he also likes to broaden his knowledge to better himself. He analyzes his situations during battle, choosing an appropriate response to the situation he has been presented with. He won't give up easily in a fight, constantl trying to over power his enemies to swiftly and decisively end the fight in his favor.


Appearance Under Your Armor: Tossled, unkempt, straight, jet black hair often reaching his eyebrows in length. He has emerald green eyes that often stick out due to his darker hair. He has a lightish skin tone, being in the area between tan and pale. He possesses a muscular and athletic build.


Height: 6'2"


Weight Without Armor: 236 lbs


Armor Configuration: (Halo 3 variants) Recon helmet, Hayabusa chest (with katana), EVA shoulders


Primary Armor Color: Steel


Secondary Armor Color: Forest


Tertiary Armor Color: Steel


Primary Weapon: SRS-99 Anti-Materiél Long Rifle


Secondary Weapon: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher


Melee Weapon: Titanium-hardened steel katana with a 3 ft blade.


Preferred Grenade: Covenant Plasma Grenade


Preferred Vehicle: M808 MBT 'Scorpion'


Agent Skill(s): Stealth/Infiltration, Long-range marksmanship, sword combat


Primary Armor Enhancement: Active Camouflage


Secondary Armor Enhancement: Speed Boost


A.I. name: Nu


A.I. Personality Trait(s): Analysis, Infiltration, Pride. Nu is a cocky A.I, often boasting about how well she, it, whatever can hack into a computer system or analyze a piece of data in a combat scenario. This analytical nature pairs well with Nevada's analytical approach to combat.


A.I. Appearance: She/it chooses to appear in a hooded, Assassin's Creed-like robe.


A.I. Color(s): The outline of her robe is icey blue, but the rest of her appearance is white.


History: CLASSIFIED


Home Planet: Harvest

 

[Morbuskid]

Well this is surprisingly long.


Birth Name: Classified


State Name: Iowa


Nickname: None


Codename: Iowa-61


Age: 30


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Straight


Relatives in project: None


Relationship: (Has run into the bozos of the red and blue teams he found Caboose to be the most annoying and difficult to put up with other than that none)


Defining Features: -Has a steel and red color scheme


-Has a skull decal on his helmet's visor


-Incredible display of melee combat (a little more expert at it than others)


-Secretive and most likely avoids conversations.


-Very Strategic about ranged combat.


-Silent


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks: He has a large but faded scar running down his left eye.


Personality: Made to fight and trained to kill, he has a hard time making friends because he never wants to be in a conversation. He will help a fellow soldier but he must know who is who and what is what first before doing anything for anyone. He is a freelance but he likes to think he does most of his work as a vigilante, not much as a gun for hire. He is not stubborn and is open to ideas but that is only on the battlefield. He is very quiet, almost to the point where he seems mute.


Under-Armor Appearance:

(Strong build, brown eyes, and black hair.)


Height: 6'4


Weight: 269 lbs (Of course that is all muscle)


Armor Configuration (Direct):

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Primary weapon: MA37 Assault rifle.


Secondary: M6G Pistol


Melee weapon: A small Machete that he keeps on his shoulder.


Preferred grenade: Shrapnel


Preferred Vehicle: Warthog (Mounted MG)


Agent Skills: Marksman, Melee combat expert, Tactical thinking


Primary Armor Enhancement: Ballistics Damage Reduction


Secondary Armor Enhancement: Increased Strength.


Home world: Classified


History: (could i explain it in IC? if not than how much would you want?)


Other: Has a chain necklace that has a skull with a knife in it's mouth.





(looks like this:

)

and a small locket he keep in his lower leg pouch that has the picture of a man, woman, and child(which is his father, mother, and him). And finally has a ring (does not wear and never shows anyone).


A.I Name: Strage


A.I Personality Traits: Loyal, truth-telling, and a close comrade to Spartan. He can be a good Ally or a good enemy on how you look at him.


A.I Appearance: 1st=

2nd=

AI Color scheme: As shown above, Mainly black and Secondly a dark beige with green lining.

 

[Scottybird Corvus]

Birth Name:


"Ezra Nathaniel Benson. Everyone used to call me Ezra, though. It was either that or "Butch", 'though I liked Ezra a hell of a lot better."





State Name:


"Louisiana? Dunno. Is the position for Alaska taken? Hm. Alright. Sure. Let's go with Louisiana."


Nickname:


"Ezra. Like, Ol' Ezra: the biggest damn bear you've ever seen. Although, a bunch of the guys back in the army used to called me Muscle-Head. To tell the truth, I wouldn't care if you called me "maggot". Mainly 'cause until you can prove yourself better than me, I KNOW you're wrong."


Code Name:


Latvia 349





Age:


35





Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Straight


Relatives in the Project:


"Have you seen Kendrick around? Yeah. That nerd is my cos', although he might as well be my bro."


Relationships:


None





Defining Feature(s):


Ezra has a fascination with big knives, his collection lining the walls of his room and his locker. He also will occasionally smoke when he is stressed, although that is probably the only warning you'll get before he gets so mad as to cave your head.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


Ezra's torso is covered in a myriad of red and white scars that are souvenirs he collected from surviving from a massive blast of shrapnel back when he was still in the army.





Personality:


Ezra is the most relaxed person you will ever meet, mostly because he can be. Being built like a bear has it benefits, it seems. Ezra has a constant habit of flirting with people of the opposite gender and occasionally of the same gender (although mostly just to harass them). Ezra is lazy to the point of being extremely efficient. He will often decide that instead of taking the stairs, hopping off of the ledge or building simply to save time and effort. He is also extremely protective of his team mates. If anyone hurts his mates, he will hurt them.


If you ever find a way to remove Ezra from his state of happiness and general relaxed feel, you will find it rather... Deadly. Ezra, while he is relaxed and generally happy, is brutal and vicious if he is angered. You piss him off, you die. Simple as that. He didn't used to go so far as that (instead simply maiming and injuring), but his time in the army changed that as he came to embrace the fact that people die in war.


Appearance Under Your Armor:

Ezra has a heavily chiseled face and even heavier muscle build. He is a massive man, towering above his peers and hauling about a muscle mass heavy enough to flip cars easily on his own.





Height:


6'7''


Weight Without Armor:


297 lbs (and all of it muscle)


Armor Configuration:

Primary Weapon:


"It's me and my fists. Or I could blast you in to tomorrow with this baby if you like."


Ezra uses a super heavy auto-riffle, handmade so that it fires shotgun ammo (slugs, not buckshot), firing at a rate of 3 bullets per second.





Secondary Weapon:


Ezra uses a high power assault riffle.


Melee Weapon:


Choose any of his large knives (preferably one just over two feet long).


Preferred Grenade:


Frag





Preferred Vehicle:


"Give me a motor-bike and I'm golden."


Ezra loves to drive motor-bikes.


Agent Skill(s):


Hand-to-hand fighting, infiltration (not the "sneaky-sneaky" type, but the "kick-the-door-down" type), firearm modification.


(I feel weird taking two from the examples, but it fits the character)


Primary Armor Enhancement:


Strength enhancement


Secondary Armor Enhancement:


Overcharged Shield (limit: 1 min operational time with 5 min cooldown for all system functions besides basic armor)


Home World:


Reach


History:


"Don't you already know all about my past, Councilor? You wouldn't have hired me if you didn't think I would be willing to work with you. Whatever. I'll tell you my life's story if you really want to hear it.


"I was born and raised on Reach. I didn't like the place all too much, but it was home, y'know? My pa' lived there, my ma used to lived there for a while before she up and left, and the whole rest of my family hung around in the same place year after year as well. If you wanted to go see gramp's, all you had to do was walk a couple houses down. Same went for Kendrick and his folk. They actually lived right next door, so I was always runnin' over and goofin' off with him and his sister. Kendrick was always playin' with some brainiac game while me and Jaclyn were out sparin' in the front yard. It was all good fun.


"Anyway, my old man was a gunsmith, so I got to play with guns and explosives all the time and got to see all of the military recruits just before they left for warin' somewhere off planet or the vet's after they came back from warin'. I was always fascinated with the soldiers, getting to work with the new and old ones allot an' all, and it didn't help that they were always big in my town, like friggin' celebrities. If one came back form the military wounded, they were hailed like some kind of war hero. Everybody loved a soldiering man.


"I did as much as I could when I was young, gettin' ready to go fight with all those space marines, killin' bad guys and keepin' my home safe. The moment I was of age, I shipped myself out and got into the war. I expected to get straight to fighting, but instead had to spend practically two years training just like all the rest of the new recruits. After that, though, I finally got to go get into some real action. At that time we were wrapping up taking care of what we were told was this freaky cult that worshiped some kind of death god. They had caused massive damage on one of the new colonies, so a bunch of us got called in to take them out. Or, that's what we all thought. Turns out we started a whole 'nother war.


"When I got there the place was in shambles. A right mess, it was. Me and the boys started trying to find clues as to where the cult might have run off to, although we had a sinking suspicion that we wouldn't need to. How right we were.


"My squad was there all of five minutes when we got ambushed. Rick had gone under an overpass when we heard him scream out, then go silent. Real fast we were being swarmed by these freaky alien things, and in no time at all I was the last one left. I was almost a goner, too. I really was. I had three of them down, but this fourth one, a big guy, had me pinned and I was out of ammo. He and a couple others were coming for me when the main forces pulled in and shot them all down. They hauled me out of there and got me off planet, then started asking all kinds of questions about what I saw and what I did. I was in rooms with desks constantly for the next week, my breaks almost exclusively spent training. I didn't like that I could be beat that easily, so I went about to fix it.


"In that month my training scores skyrocketed, like from being able to hit 12 targets with 14 shots to 14 with 12 shots, mainly abusing rebounds. I got GOOD, and my superiors recognized it. At the end of the week they called me in again, saying that they were considering me for an elite group of soldiers. They said they were impressed with how I operated in the battle back on the colony, and in how my scores had improved. So I was moved up in the world. I got to join a group of special ops soldiers, although we didn't see much action. To tell the truth, it was mostly lots of training. Don't get me wrong, it was hard, but we all got REALLY good. I worked like that for a year, training and getting better, rising in the ranks. After a time, though, we got our call, but it weren't one that I liked. No, sir. Not one bit.


"Word got 'round to me during debriefing on our reassignment; Reach had been hit. Those same freaky alien things I had fought, things I now knew as Covenant, had razed my home. I didn't want to believe it. I was told that my family was dead, but I had to see for myself. The news was too much to handle. Well, long story short, they didn't lie. Every last one of them was dead, everybody but my cos' and his sister. They were off planet at one of Jaclyn's fighting tournaments at the time of the raid, and they had to stay there due to the planet being held by the Covenant. I know that the nerd found his place in the world after that, but I'm not sure about the ninja of a sister he had with him.


"Over the next couple years I fought and fought and fought. I worked day in and day out to free my planet from the grips of those fucking bastards. I fought and studied and fought so hard that on all of Reach I was the deadliest deadliest soldier in the official reports, and that only counted for half of the bastards I killed. Anyway, after an accident with a large bomb I was removed from the planet to let my body heal.


"While I was out I was given an anonymous offer to join an even high rank of elite soldiers. Once I was good and ready to get back in action my commander sent me off to a UNSC base somewhere in the middle of nowhere that the message I got said was being visited by a couple ambassadors for this group of elite soldiers.


"I did my training exercises there, spared a bit, and then sat down to talk to one of the ambassadors. The man never removed his armor, but just looking at him I could tell that he was better equipped than I could ever hope to be while in the position I was at. We talked, and he revealed that he knew my history, my story. He told me about how he technically wasn't a member of the UNSC anymore, and that all the others from his group were like him. From there he introduced himself as Agent Kentucky, a member of renegade and elite group Project Freelancer. He quickly told me that I had two choices: I either join them, or I get eliminated. Seeing s I am here in front of you now, I'd say you know what I chose. So tell, "Councilor": when do I start?"


Other:


Ezra has a deep seated hatred for the Covenant and will occasionally deviate from mission orders if it means being able to kill a couple of the "alien bastards".


A.I. name:


"Name: Davieranasc. Name used by Agent Louisiana: Davier."


A.I. Personality Trait(s):


Guile


Davieranasc is the master of lies and faking it, as well as negotiation and bartering as a result. Where Ezra seems to lack in emotion and people skills, Davieranasc more than compensates for it with his very people oriented skill set.


A.I. Appearance:

Only, minus the disks. Also, Davieranasc usually just stands upright, or leans against an invisible wall. He likes to project himself in a form that shows that he is the opposite of Ezra by showing off a sleek black suit with opposing colors to Ezra's own color palette.


A.I. Color(s):


Davieranasc's colors are heavily black and red-orange influenced, a direct dichotomy to Ezra's mostly white and light blue color scheme.

 

[Mysterion7514]

Subject-069

• Basics
• Personal
• Appearance
• Armory
• AI

• 
  
  
  Birth Name:
  
  
  Classified
  
  
  State Name:
  
  
  Kentucky
  
  
  Code Name:
  
  
  Kent-069
  
  
  Age:
  
  
  26
  
  
  Gender:
  
  
  Male
  
  
  Sexual Orientation:
  
  
  Straight
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Relatives in the Project:
  
  
  None
  
  
  Relationships:
  
  
  None
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Kentucky doesn't have much of a personality. He never really seems to care when something bad, or good for that matter, happens. Most of his fellow agents are convinced that he is a robot. He is also a manipulative, evil little shit.
  
  
  Defining Features
  
  
  His inability to show no feeling or emotion. He has a scar that goes over his left eye vertically. His fucking amazing one liners.
  
  
  Agent Skills
  
  
  Infiltration
  
  
  Firearms
  
  
  Negotiation
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Specific Scar/Tattoos/Birthmarks:
  
  
  The scar that goes across his left eye.
  
  
  Height:
  
  
  6'5"
  
  
  Weight:
  
  
  280 lbs.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Primary Armor Enhancement:
  
  
  Temporal Distortion
  
  
  Secondary Armor Enhancement:
  
  
  Active Camo
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Psi
  
  
  
  
  
  
  AI Personality Traits:
  
  
  Deceit, Strategy
  
  
  AI Colors:
  
  
  Coral with Black accents

 

[Hibiscus]

How so?
I do not use your Personality nor do i have the same name. So how am i copying you?

Deceit and guile are synonyms.

 

[Morbuskid]

Deceit and guile are synonyms.

BUT I AM NOT USING THEM!


So how am i copying in fact our characters are the complete opposite.

 

[Hibiscus]

How so?
I do not use your Personality nor do i have the same name. So how am i copying you?

Oh sorry Mor, he put the wrong person. Mysterion is using the same.

 

[Morbuskid]

[QUOTE="Darth Corvus]Oh. Okay. That's kinda funny, actually. I was about to offer to take a different aspect of need be. Either way, I was more worried about any complications that might be caused by all that. Ian actually filled me in on you guys' general policy about AI aspects, and I see where you are coming from.

[/QUOTE]
You cheeky bastard xD


You got the wrong guy dude you were looking at @Mysterion alright.

 

[Scottybird Corvus]

You cheeky bastard xD
You got the wrong guy dude you were looking at @Mysterion alright.

Whoops. Sorry, mate. I just pulled on to see all this. Never meant to accuse you. My bad.

 

[Morbuskid]

[QUOTE="Darth Corvus]Whoops. Sorry, mate. I just pulled on to see all this. Never meant to accuse you. My bad.

[/QUOTE]
Its all good bruh