Futuristic Project Orouboros - CS

[shadowz1995]

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[FireMaiden]

WORK IN PROGRESS

Character Name: Gewndolyn (Gwen) Walsh

Appearance Description: A stocky woman of average height, Gwendolyn is broad shouldered with a fairly equal distribution of well toned muscles. The definition of said muscles is hidden some by a little extra body fat. She's got a few scars peppered over her body, most noticable the one on her face which could have left her blind if Gwen had been unlucky. Her fair skin is also littered with freckles. (FC made using this Picrew)

Gender:
Female

Age:
26

Height/Weight:
5'7" tall (173 cm)
231 lbs (104kg)

Species:
Human

Operator Tier:
3 (Maybe 2 if it fits better?)

Squadron:

Role/Specialization: Long-distance Support (Overwatch) aka a Sniper

Equipment:
Body Armor - For the most part, her body armor is fairly standard. Providing coverage for her arms, torso, and legs with a retractable helmet; it's made of a nice sturdy fabric like material in the places that need to be flexible and harder material where it needed extra protection. This fabric is extra durable but lightweight and usually cut/tear/slash proof. Smaller caliber firearms an pierce it once the protective weave (a mix of kevlar and titanium fibers) is worn enough. Higher caliber rounds are usually just slowed down some. The harder more protective areas of Gwen's armor specifically is composed of three layers of carbon fiber with a thinner layer of a ceramic like material in between each. A little weighter than the typical footsoliders, but she prefers it that way. The helmet is made similarly, but with an extra layer of titanium instead of a ceramic or carbon fiber middle layer to help protect the built in computer.

1. Sniper's Upgrade - Because Gwen has a slightly more specialized role, her armor reflects it. Unlike the standard solider who can be a bit flashier either with a shiny finish or some sort of bold flash of color, Gwen's armor is a matte black. There are no visible lights or color, her squadron emblem would even be black. Only slightly lighter. This is to help her blend into her surroundings. The color can be changed however, to slightly more green, white, and a sandy color depending on the environment though this does nothing more than help her blend in. Her armor also has additional padding and support for her joints, chest, and glutes in preparation for long periods of time staying in one place. Her suit also helps hide her body heat so she isn't as noticable on thermal surveillance.
2. Holsters - Gwen prefers a thigh holster for her pistol, magnet of course, but a more traditional holster for her rifle on the back. Her knife lives in her right boot.

Long Distance Rifle - The AXSR-PLSM was once an experimental weapon but now one of the most desirable models on the market for snipers in the human military. A sleek, and sturdy design that's lightweight and able to be tuned for a multitude of different situations. The AXSR-PLSM has two modes:

1. Standard: Standard mode is just what it sounds. In standard mode, the built in computer helps monitor weather conditions, position, and general weapon diagnostics. Caliber sizes can range some, but Gwen's model can convert from .308 to .300. (Typical she's equipped with .308.) In standard mode, Gwen can use specialized rounds as well, but when needed, her preference is concussive .300 rounds.
2. Plasma - With the flick of a switch, the AXSR-PLSM works some magic Gwen can't even begin to explain in depth. From her understanding however, the built in computer is linked to some sort of mini fusion processor which super heats a gas or gas component. The parts of the AXSR-PLSM are designed to resist this intense heat, which either gathers around the bullet waiting in the chamber, or is gathered together in a slightly separate chamber in the barrel before being fired. Gwen's model, being a bit older, will overheat if any more than 3 plasma shots are fired consecutively in rapid succession. A down time of 5 to 10 minutes is recommended, and the built in computer keeps track of when the last plasma shot was fired.

Side Arm - This is your standard issue, 10mm pistol the V5. Based on the old body style of the M17 (as they say, if it ain't broke, don't fix it), it remains very much the same. Clips for this pistol have a capacity of 10 rounds, and they pack a pretty decent punch. Gwen calls it's Ol'Reliable as it's gotten her out of a pinch or two.
Survival/Combat Knife - Your standard combat knife, not much to say. The last 3 inches of the spine are serated for curring through rope, the blade is sturdy enough to dig with if need be, and Gwen makes sure it's sharp for the stabbing purposes it serves. It also has a skull cracker pommel.


Skills/Abilities: What can your character do outside of their equipment? This is restricted to their natural or trained abilities and talents. Use as much detail as you can here as it will largely define what your character is capable of. Be reasonable. You can't have an answer to every possible situation you encounter.

Persona: What makes your character who they are? Their personality, strengths, weaknesses, likes, dislikes, and so on. Not required but a good rule of thumb is to give them as many cons as you do pros. It helps make more rounded, believable characters.

History: If the red in her hair didn't give it away, the accent will. There's always the game of guessing which area it is, but Gwendolyn is happy to tell you it's Cork. Born and raised right there in Ireland, making home to what remained of the countryside. Her parents were farmers, the both of them. Also born and raised right in the same area, clinging to their last spot of undeveloped land. Well, clinging was rather strong, the government was generally pretty happy to leave them be since they were caring for a small population of a nearly extinct line of cattle. And things were going pretty well on that front other than the rather pushy officials who wanted her parents to sell the animals into some breeding program for a lot of money. As a wee thing before Gwendolyn could appreciate why her father was the was he was, she resented him for not taking it. They weren't really poor by any means, but things could certainly be better. From the ages of 5 and on, her small hands would be working in some way or another. Ig started by helping her mother walk the grounds with the dogs. Then helping bring in food from their gardens. Then washing said food after harvesting. So on and so forth.

Gwendolyn doesn't like to talk much about her childhood too much. Her father was a hardass in more ways than one, 600 years ago this man would have been called a doomsday prepper. Today, a technophobic moron stuck in the dark ages. He was convinced that society would collapse around them and they'd all be forced to adapt. He believed most people would fail, but not his daughter. Instead of using any sort of modern communication, they used a series of whistles and birdcalls on the farm. He insisted she ran track and underwent strength and firearm training like her older brothers had. This caused issues for a while, her self esteem had a lot of ups and downs as she went through puberty. But as an adult now, she can appreciate what he did. It didn't matter much when...well, something happened with her parents and at the age of 16, Gwendolyn was sent to love with her grandparents further north.

They welcomed the angry young woman with open arms and though she loved them, it took a while before she felt like herself again. In fact, 3 fights, a few suspensions, and briefly being arrested would take place before her caretakers decided to get her in to see a therapist. Now for some context here, Gwendolyn has always had an annoying sense of justice and morality, and those issues came from Gwendolyn jumping to the defense of someone else. It was always noted she never threw the first punch. That being said, the therapist decided it was a good idea to hand her over to a military recruiter in hopes of scaring her straight. But it actually only sparked a fire in Gwendolyn she couldn't ignore. All she had to do was make it through highschool so she could enlist. Gwendolyn then joined the military shortly after her 18th birthday. Basic training ended up being a breeze, and though Gwen didn't think she had made any lasting impressions, her skill with a long range rifle made a few subtle waves. But you don't get special treatment just because of that now do you? Her first few assignments were nothing special, some minor patrols here and there on Earth plus her first time off-world in...well, her whole life. It just some little colony on a planet full of water and weird looking fish, but she was thrilled. There was a small scuffle with some hostile animals and a weird plant that looked a bit like a cactus but it could walk finished off that extended stay. In fact, for the first three years of her service Gwendolyn faced little combat. Not so little her skills were rusty, but being newbies, they were usually replaced pretty quickly by more experienced soldiers. That was until roughly two months into her 4th year.

Her squadron was sent to scout and report back on some little celestial body not big enough to be an official planet, but not small enough to be a moon or asteroid. Surprisingly the surface of it was similar to the jungles on other planets. A thick canopy of trees, a breathable atmosphere, animals...it was odd there was enough of a core to make it possible but nobody risked taking off their helmets. About 3 hours into their mission, their pilot hailed in franticly. Something had knocked the engines inoperable and the trees were making it hard for a clear signal to get back to command. It was at that same moment their commanding officer was struck by something. It his his helmet hard enough he was sent tumbling down a steep ravine. As more objects pelted them, half the squadron was forced down the same ravine. Others were corraled into a cave further down the path. Gwendolyn however, was among the few forced out into the forest. She and the sniper ended up grouped together with someone much greener than the rest of them and scientist who had tagged alone to uncover whatever mystery this planet was. For a while they say doing nothing, waiting to hear from their commanding officer, but after about an hour of radio silence, they heard gunfire. The newbie was dead before it registered. The scientist died as they ran for cover. And the sniper took a nasty hit to the arm (it was replaced by a prosthetic when they returned to Earth). With his arm incapacitated and the other two groups screaming for help, Gwendolyn took the rifle and headed back up the path to find a good perch. She didn't expect to do much but discover what was attacking them...but once she had it was clear she couldn't stand by.

Gwendolyn recognized the face of a deserter, a man who had gone AWOL with seven others earlier that year. Apparently they had found the tiny planet on one of their missions and after whatever event that drove them to turn on humanity decided to make it their home. They didn't realize the planet was on the military's radar. So here she was, watching an ambush through the scope of a borrowed gun and the woman did the only thing she could think of at the moment. Gwen whistled. At first it was low, to herself, but then migrated to the sound of a whip-poor-will. The sound, somewhat unexpectedly, bounced off the trees so loudly the gunfire was muted. But only for a moment, as in that time Gwen has lined up a shot for the man she recognized and fired. It wasn't a clean kill by any means, he moved at the last second and the bullet pierced his throat. But when his body fell, the other's froze in panic before scattering. The rest of her squadron was okay with some minor injuries, and when they got home a few days later, Gwendolyn was given a nice little role change. Even more so, after some additional experiments, it appeared that she had awoken some latent pisonic abilities. After a brief training period of 3 months or so, Gwen was outfitted with a cybernetic implant to help her abilities along before being sent back out into the field.

Over the next four years and 8 month, with those 8 months being a sort of probational period, Gwendolyn made a fairly respectable name for herself as a sniper. She's been deployed on many more missions, both discreet disposable of targets with a confirmed 32 kills, and other long range support missions like blowing something up or long range lock picking, nothing has topped the last few days of chaos. With now plans on leaving the Military any time soon, it's no surprise that she would find herself in the mess that is a new enemy that resembles gray goop. Definitely the weirdest thing she's seen so far.

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