Fandom Red vs blue: Frost Torch

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@FantasyForever1, please edit this post to include the character/sign-up information.

 

[Fanta1]

Normal CS


Full name:


Nickname: (Church, Caboose.)


Gender:


Description:


Team: (blue, red, freelancer)


Age:


Personality:


Bio:


Primary weapon:


Secondary weapon:


(You can pick up other weapons on the way, but these weapons, you have always.)


Armor enhancement: (only one)


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Full name: Jamison D. Beck


Nickname: Beck


Gender: Male


Description:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.0c52dcdc193044d331c5b3cdc960c0f8.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64919" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.0c52dcdc193044d331c5b3cdc960c0f8.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Team: Blue team


Age: 27


Personality: sarcastic, smart mouthed, easy to get him annoyed, when you really get to know him he's protective and kind. (Rest found in rp)


Bio: lived a semi normal life, had two older sisters, and his father drank himself to death, but his mom was the sweetest person you could have ever met, he had average grades, but wasn't special. He was slightly athletic, but wasn't in any sports except for track in High school. He planned to take over his mothers deli shop, but was then drafted into the military. (Rest found in rp)


Primary weapon: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.195581134ee56a1d3241552bb6836cc6.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64930" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.195581134ee56a1d3241552bb6836cc6.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Secondary weapon:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.f5157913558a1c8ba6dc79fa1e751544.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64929" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.f5157913558a1c8ba6dc79fa1e751544.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Armor enhancement: sprint


More: I was the first Spartan to arrive on the blue team besides the commander, which soon died by firing a rocket launcher backwards. Acts like he hates the war, but deep down, he's found where he really belongs.


(Sry if this CS was a little bland, it's just I like to reveal more stuff in the rp, you know what I mean.)


 
Freelancer CS


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[Krillin]

Full name: Gerald Keith.


Nickname: Keith.


Gender: Male.


Description:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/search.jpg.b7650f6a2b336fcd592c232427889aee.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64935" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/search.jpg.b7650f6a2b336fcd592c232427889aee.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Team: Blue


Age: 25


Personality: Sexual, funny, ignorant, hard headed. (Rest found out in rp.)


Bio: Was drafted into a canyon for the blue team with his non of his friends. He always lived thinking that the red team was the enemy but found out there are much bigger threats.


Primary weapon: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/imgres.jpg.d5c1da31f3a3a4ee053259ef116a87e7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64938" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/imgres.jpg.d5c1da31f3a3a4ee053259ef116a87e7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Secondary weapon:148430[/ATTACH]


Armor enhancement: Hardlight Shield.


More: Has a big ego.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/imgres.jpg.e83d0cfe0d96b5194c540b810c2b038f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64939" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/imgres.jpg.e83d0cfe0d96b5194c540b810c2b038f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Blarg222]

Freelancer CS


Full Name: Jackson Leif


Nickname: Michigan


Description:


State: Michigan


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Bio: A late entry to the Freelancer team and was given a hastily designed AI though it works as good as any. He was mainly their Infiltrator, and was very skilled at close to mid range combat. Doesn't talk about his past much, and really just wants to get his job done.


Personality: Very calm and calculating person, has a soft spot for dogs.


Weapons: Shotgun, Magnum, and Suppressed SMG


A.I.: Zulu


A.I. Description: Zulu is a staticy AI that speaks in a distorted voice.


A.I. Personality: Its very to the point and not interested in side talk.


A.I. Enhancement: Allows Jackson to change his appearance, mainly suited for stealth operations but it also helps confuse the enemy in combat.


More: N/A

 

[Fanta1]

Sorry, to rain on your parade, but I said in the in character rping that you can get covenant and fore runner weapons later on, but you start out with spartan weapons, like tucker didn't get his energy sword right away, change it, than I'll accept it.@krillin


 

Freelancer CS
Full Name: Jackson Leif


Nickname: Michigan


Description:


State: Michigan


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Bio: A late entry to the Freelancer team and was given a hastily designed AI though it works as good as any. He was mainly their Infiltrator, and was very skilled at close to mid range combat. Doesn't talk about his past much, and really just wants to get his job done.


Personality: Very calm and calculating person, has a soft spot for dogs.


Weapons: Shotgun, Magnum, and Suppressed SMG


A.I.: Zulu


A.I. Description: Zulu is a staticy AI that speaks in a distorted voice.


A.I. Personality: Its very to the point and not interested in side talk.


A.I. Enhancement: Allows Jackson to change his appearance, mainly suited for stealth operations but it also helps confuse the enemy in combat.


More: N/A

What do you mean by change appearance

 

[Krillin]

Full name: Gerald Keith.
Nickname: Keith.


Gender: Male.


Description:]<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/150px-H4SG.jpg.f12bb84136558d3e9dda54c65bcec0ce.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64943" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/150px-H4SG.jpg.f12bb84136558d3e9dda54c65bcec0ce.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> 148423[/ATTACH]


Team: Blue


Age: 25


Personality: Sexual, funny, ignorant, hard headed. (Rest found out in rp.)


Bio: Was drafted into a canyon for the blue team with his non of his friends. He always lived thinking that the red team was the enemy but found out there are much bigger threats.


Primary weapon: View attachment 148429


Secondary weapon:148430[/ATTACH]


Armor enhancement: Hardlight Shield.


More: Has a big ego.

 

[Blarg222]

Sorry, to rain on your parade, but I said in the in character rping that you can get covenant and fore runner weapons later on, but you start out with spartan weapons, like tucker didn't get his energy sword right away, change it, than I'll accept it.@krillin
 



What do you mean by change appearance

As in can I can change to look like a Marine, or a Pilot, or a Red team member, etc.

 

[Fanta1]

Freelancer CS
Full Name: Jackson Leif


Nickname: Michigan


Description:


State: Michigan


Gender: Male


Age: 22


Bio: A late entry to the Freelancer team and was given a hastily designed AI though it works as good as any. He was mainly their Infiltrator, and was very skilled at close to mid range combat. Doesn't talk about his past much, and really just wants to get his job done.


Personality: Very calm and calculating person, has a soft spot for dogs.


Weapons: Shotgun, Magnum, and Suppressed SMG


A.I.: Zulu


A.I. Description: Zulu is a staticy AI that speaks in a distorted voice.


A.I. Personality: Its very to the point and not interested in side talk.


A.I. Enhancement: Allows Jackson to change his appearance, mainly suited for stealth operations but it also helps confuse the enemy in combat.


More: N/A

Accepted


 

Full name: Gerald Keith.
Nickname: Keith.


Gender: Male.


Description:View attachment 148423


Team: Blue


Age: 25


Personality: Sexual, funny, ignorant, hard headed. (Rest found out in rp.)


Bio: Was drafted into a canyon for the blue team with his non of his friends. He always lived thinking that the red team was the enemy but found out there are much bigger threats.


Primary weapon: View attachment 148429


Secondary weapon:148430[/ATTACH]


Armor enhancement: Hardlight Shield.


More: Has a big ego.

Accepted

 

[Krillin]

Do you want to first post

 

[Fanta1]

Yup

 

[Krillin]

Alright

 

[Yanipurr]

Full name:


Keith Mcbrief


Nickname:


McBrief

Spoiler

Team: RED


Age: 26


Personality:


He is usually impassive, and often detached to the rest of his team. He rarely expresses emotion, and may seem like he doesn't care about his surroundings. Because of his reserved nature, he keeps to himself, and never has much to say, but when he does it is noted in the fanbook that he can and will be very blunt with his comments. Keith is also laid back to the point of seeming apathetic, Keith does not have much of an interest in anything and possesses little motivation calling the whole war a "drag" or stating its pointless.


Bio:


Keith always seemed bored even from a young age. While most of the children would play Keith would always not a bothered, this continued well into his adulthood however with his grades from his not being bothered about school. He decided they was only one place that would accept him alas getting him dragged into this damned war.


Primary weapon:

Sniper Rifle System 99-Series 5 Anti-Matériel


Secondary weapon:

MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System


Armor enhancement:


evade


More:


He was the third (second now alive) member of the red army and arrived after a reported team killing.


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Freelancer CS


Full Name:


Tess Stevenson


Nickname:


Tennessee


Description:

State: Tennessee


Gender:


Female


Age: 26


Bio: Tennessee was originally an UNSC marine who joined up at sixteen. She passed the training with the highest score in the class, overall ranking up their with some of the best solders in the army. Once passing training Tennessee requested to join the ODST and was accepted which was rare for a just passed trainee. She spent three years in the ODST before quitting out of the blue. A week later she was contacted by someone working on project freelancer and upon being told about it she didn't even need to think. She was in. That was six years ago making her one of the first to join the freelancer program.


Personality:


Tennessee is very quiet, she barely ever talks and normally when she does its A about a mission, B about an order or C she just has something to say. She despise jokers and people who talk to much often stating that their big mouth will get them killed one day.


Weapons:

M45 Tactical Shotgun

M6G Personal Defense Weapon System


A.I.: Tau


A.I. Description:


Tau is a blue AI that slightly resembles water. It talks in a very formal way with a rather English voice.


A.I. Personality:


Tau is a quiet AI who only talks back when it wants to ask something or to make sure he heard an order right, he despises small talk and people who change the topic every few seconds. He gets along well with Tennessee since they both share similar traits.


A.I. Enhancement:


It allows Tennessee to amplify her armors shield capability. (think Hardlight shield or armor lock protecting where ever she wants on her armor.) It also improves her melee strength as she can focus her shielding to improve the power of the punch.






Ignore the armor.


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[Fanta1]

Full name:
Keith Mcbrief


Nickname:


McBrief

Spoiler

Team: RED


Age: 26


Personality:


He is usually impassive, and often detached to the rest of his team. He rarely expresses emotion, and may seem like he doesn't care about his surroundings. Because of his reserved nature, he keeps to himself, and never has much to say, but when he does it is noted in the fanbook that he can and will be very blunt with his comments. Keith is also laid back to the point of seeming apathetic, Keith does not have much of an interest in anything and possesses little motivation calling the whole war a "drag" or stating its pointless.


Bio:


Keith always seemed bored even from a young age. While most of the children would play Keith would always not a bothered, this continued well into his adulthood however with his grades from his not being bothered about school. He decided they was only one place that would accept him alas getting him dragged into this damned war.


Primary weapon:

Sniper Rifle System 99-Series 5 Anti-Matériel


Secondary weapon:

MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System


Armor enhancement:


evade


More:


He was the third (second now alive) member of the red army and arrived after a reported team killing.


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Freelancer CS


Full Name:


Tess Stevenson


Nickname:


Tennessee


Description:

State: Tennessee


Gender:


Female


Age: 26


Bio: Tennessee was originally an UNSC marine who joined up at sixteen. She passed the training with the highest score in the class, overall ranking up their with some of the best solders in the army. Once passing training Tennessee requested to join the ODST and was accepted which was rare for a just passed trainee. She spent three years in the ODST before quitting out of the blue. A week later she was contacted by someone working on project freelancer and upon being told about it she didn't even need to think. She was in. That was six years ago making her one of the first to join the freelancer program.


Personality:


Tennessee is very quiet, she barely ever talks and normally when she does its A about a mission, B about an order or C she just has something to say. She despise jokers and people who talk to much often stating that their big mouth will get them killed one day.


Weapons:

M45 Tactical Shotgun

M6G Personal Defense Weapon System


A.I.: Tau


A.I. Description:


Tau is a blue AI that slightly resembles water. It talks in a very formal way with a rather English voice.


A.I. Personality:


Tau is a quiet AI who only talks back when it wants to ask something or to make sure he heard an order right, he despises small talk and people who change the topic every few seconds. He gets along well with Tennessee since they both share similar traits.


A.I. Enhancement:


It allows Tennessee to amplify her armors shield capability. (think Hardlight shield or armor lock protecting where ever she wants on her armor.) It also improves her melee strength as she can focus her shielding to improve the power of the punch.


More:


Accepted

 

[Krillin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/36316fd06fc2cafcc9033e9056d0737a.jpg.ab47d6e452e60eb2d709ece00163e735.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64983" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/36316fd06fc2cafcc9033e9056d0737a.jpg.ab47d6e452e60eb2d709ece00163e735.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> heres Keith without his helmet.

 

[Fanta1]

Cool

 

[1stLt HChurch]

Spoiler

Birth Name: Autumn Church


State Name: Oregon


Nickname: I don't really have a nickname. Just call me by my state name like any other Agent.


Code Name: Omaha 142


Age: 28


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Defining Features:


•My love for my dairy cattle I owned in my younger years, cats, and wolves.


• My sarcastic comments.


• My occasional spurts of random but intense knowledge.


• My curiosity and strong interest for melee weapons, especially knives.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


Tattoos: 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 for almost my whole life. And on the inside of my right forearm, I have the name 'Maisy' tattooed in small, simple cursive font running parallel with the sides of my arm. Next to her name is a tattooed picture of a small Johnny Jump-up pansy, about 3/4 of an inch tall. I have that for reasons I don't care to explain, except for that it has to do with Maisy. 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 tattoos I will ever get, and they are on my right arm because that is my good arm.


Scars: 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 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, scars on various spots on my arms. Some are very noticeable while some are hardly even there. I got most of them from various things that happened on my family's ranch. Also, I have a scar below my ribcage. It is below my bottom rib on the left side of my body, about two inches from the inner end of my ribs. It is kind of ragged looking and about three inches long. I got that during a raid on a warehouse. Some asshole got the jump on me with a wicked knife before I realized he was there, and stabbed me right in the side in just the right area for my armor not to cover it. The knife scraped on my bottom rib a bit because of where he put it in first, and then he dragged it a bit before I beat the shit out of him and he pulled it out. In fact, once he pulled the knife out, I disarmed him, took the knife as I was hunched over slightly and bleeding everywhere, and stabbed him multiple times in his stupid fucking little head and slit his throat. He indeed died. And I continued to kill people in rage with the knife before I almost passed out due to pain and blood loss. That scar reminds me of that event whenever I see it (more about the knife below). The last major scars I have are kinda related to the last one, but more brutal. And painful. While out on a mission, I was stuck in a hand-to-hand fight with a rather sharp Insurectionists. He didn't really have any weapons on him, he was just skilled in this way of fighting. And that aggravated me. While fighting him, I hadn't known that someone with a Battle Rifle was trying to kill me, though, probably with a head shot or two. It was brought to my attention as two sets of three bullets ripped into me. They hit me in the chest, right in the corner just to the right of my sternum and just below my collar bone, and the bullets actually got through my armor and into my flesh. Damn near in my throat, too. The shots caused me to stagger in surprised pain and fall in the middle of the fight, and I fell stunned but still awake and alive. One of the other Agents - I forgot who to be honest - saw after a moment, and ran up to kill my closest opponent before he finished me off. Once that was done, I was moved to a safer spot, then evacuated once the mission was over. I tried to get back into the fight the whole time, but it hurt so much to move and breath. After later examination, it was discovered that I received two cracked ribs and few more scraped ribs, multiple bullet entrance wounds in my chest, and a punctured lung due to where a bullet hit the side of it. Could have been worse, but it thankfully wasn't. I now have multiple round scars on my chest from where the bullets hit me. They aren't terrible looking, but they are still there and visible. I don't like looking at them.


Birthmarks: 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. I also have a similar birthmark just above my left temple, just barely hidden under my hairline. It is larger than the mark on my finger, but it is also the same color. Even though my hair is normally split at that point, that birthmark isn't too extremely noticeable unless someone looks right at it and pays strict attention to it.


Personality: (This isn't exactly how Oregon will be, because I am kinda bad at creating a personality and sticking to it. But this is still as accurate as I can get.) I am generally quiet and reserved, wanting to keep to myself rather than in a larger group of people. 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. Even if its just a little tap or poke, which usually happens. 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 jump 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, and can get very loud and vocal when I am feeling good, feeling annoyed, and/or feeling snarky and sarcastic. Also, I tend to get annoyed or mad or stressed out kind of easily, depending on the situation. And I am very stubborn and easily suspicious, as well as observant and attentive. 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 because I keep a lot of that to myself, and giving heartfelt speeches definitely isn't my forte. I tend to mess up and feel stupid when I make those. But I will still try to be nice to people if they deserve it. 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 act the same if someone disrespects someone I care about. 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, and it leaves me pretty sour afterward.


Description Under My 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, though, 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 muscle visible on my body when I am out of my armor. I just seem to have a smaller, more feminin look than most normal Spartan IV's, even with augmentation. 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, as well as the fact that I spend so much time in my armor and out of the sun. 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 (it's a habit I never broke, even when one of my summer jobs required me to be in the sun constantly). This causes me to also have a farmer's tan line on my upper arms. Other than that and my face, the rest of my body is very light in color.


Height Without Armor: 6'"


Height With Armor: 6'5"


Weight Without Armor: 149 lbs.


Armor Configuration: This exact configuration and colors.


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Primary Weapon: This exact Battle Rifle.


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Secondary Weapon:


MA5K Carbine


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Melee Weapon:


I always keep one knife on me. Its metal sheath is attached to the outer side of my right calf, flush and parallel with the side of my leg. The knife itself is rather long and large, with the blade being nine inches long and the handle being five inches long. The knife is built and shaped like a strong, pretty standard combat knife, except for the fact that it is really long. The edge on the tip is deadly sharp, while the edge after the curve of the tip blends to a slightly serrated edge. It's the standard color and everything, the thing is just really long. I always make sure this knife is in tip-top shape, and I only use it if I have to. That is because I really like the thing for some reason. Which actually is odd to me, since it is the knife (mentioned above in the Scars section) that was used by an enemy solider to stab and almost kill me. I just refused to let it go after I used it to kill that asshole and a bunch of other enemies in a fit of pained rage after he stabbed me. It also looks cool as hell to me. I just don't use it too much because I don't want to damage it beyond repair.


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


Armor Enhancement: Chameleon (adaptive camo)


Likes:


• Wolves.


• Cattle, especially dairy.


• Cats.


• Being in control of the situation.


• Keeping to myself or a small few people I know.


• Being in my armor.


• Respectful people.


• Feeling safe.


• Being able to see my enemy easily.


• Melee weapons, especially knives.


Dislikes:


• Extremely stressful situations.


• Being away from Zeta.


• Being away from those I care about.


• Being out of my armor.


• Dealing with assholes.


• Zombies, ghosts, swimming in the wide open ocean, having wide open dark spaces at my back, being chased by something that makes me uncomfortable/scared.


• Feeling like I have no control over the situation I'm in.


• Making a goddamn fool of myself.


• Seeing those I care about being in pain.


Positive Qualities:


• Attentive in most situations.


• Curious.


• Quick thinker.


• Adapt easily to things.


• Trustworthy.


• Knowledgeable about most things.


Negative Qualities:


• Stubborn.


• Curious.


• Sarcastic.


• Can freeze up when I become too scared.


• Becomes mad rather easily.


History: I was born and raised on a 20 acre ranch on the outskirts of a rural community. My family consisted of four people: My mom, my dad, my younger sister (who was kind of a brat, but whatever), and myself. 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, with the war starting to get heavy and whatnot. So I did, and trained to become an ODST.


That training was fucking brutal. I had heard prior that Spartan II's and III's 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 make it to be a full ODST, and was sent out on quite a few missions to fight the Insurectionists, then the Covenant at the beginning of that blasted war. I served as an ODST for almost exactly two years.


Then, people started talking about the possibility of normal soldiers - like us - being trained to become Spartans. I didn't believe it, as it just didn't seem possible to me. I had fought with Spartans before, and I didn't even think they were real humans. So the thought of regular (well, almost) people like us becoming Spartans just amazed me. But then I got an official notification that myself and many others were being offered the chance to train to become the latest generation of Spartans: Spartan IV's. I was surprised, amazed that it was actually true. That this was happening. I mulled it over for a while, thinking about if it was a good idea to do or not, then I finally decided that I would.


Lets just say that training and the three weeks of augmentations to become a Spartan IV were absolutely terrible. It was so difficult, and it hurt so bad. Lets just leave it at that. I trained for a few years, going on missions and becoming more used to my enhanced body. I was nowhere near the best of all the Spartan IV's made, but I was nowhere near the worst either. And no matter the pain and hardship of becoming one, I enjoyed the aftermath.


Then, after I had been in combat as a IV for a few years 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 do. And how they told me I was a special soldier that they wanted to work with. So, after years of service in the UNSC, I left my days as a regular Spartan IV of the UNSC and joined the Project. Of course, it was all illegal how I did it, but it still happened.


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. And, come on. Is that really anyvdifferent from being in the UNSC with my current position? Being a Freelancer 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.


Home World: Harvest


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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 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.





A.I. name: Zeta


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


A.I. Appearance:


(This, except he has red eyes like described above instead of the green eyes in the pic.)


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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.


Zeta almost always sits with a rather straight and upright posture, proper looking and elegant. But not cocky or rigid; rather, he just looks calm and pretty and smooth. Looking at him when he's like that just radiates a calm feeling (to be honest, I just realized that he kinda holds himself like the Counselor does when he's calm and relaying info or stuff like that. Good reference). He does the same when he stands, with his head up and everything nice and in line, and he walks in a slower, more precise way than most cats. While sitting, he also always wraps his long tail around his paws. Every time. He only does all that when he's comfortable and in control, though. And sometime, especially when he's in a good mood, he'll sometimes look looser. Zeta looks more like a regular cat in those moments, even though they are kinda rare. When he can sense something wrong or knows that something is going on, though, he becomes very rigid and still, like most cats do. His ears will move in the direction he is paying attention to, his whiskers will twitch, other parts of his body will twitch, etc. Then when he gets angry, he tends to bend over a bit more, like he's preparing to pounce at the enemy. You can tell that he is hostile, just like with any cat. And then when he's nervous or scared (a side that is actually kinda rare to see), he will knead subconsciously, usually in a crouched position.


A.I. Personality Traits: Primarily calmness, but also creativity, strategy, and curiosity. 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 (unless he feels the need to be stern with someone, though. He almost does it in a passive aggressive way. Or, at least, that's how he sounds). 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 he is still 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 a combination of Sigma and the Counselor, with 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, friendly feeling to it. Also, it's just one, plain, non-echoing voice. No combined sound or obvious echo or anything like that; just a regular voice). He hardly ever shows much stress, but he does show that he cares about the safety and welfare of people.






Name: Holly Church


Nickname: I have none. I just stick with Holly.


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Armor Appearance: This exact armor, color and everything.


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Team: Blue Team for life, bro.


Primary Weapon:


M395 Designated Marksman Rifle


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Secondary Weapon:


M45E Tactical Shotgun


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Armor Enhancement: Mini E.M.P. with a max radius of 30 to 35 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, but I don't always use that because it requires more energy to use. The E.M.P can immobilize vehicles and most electrical objects (save most A.I.), 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. The enhancement takes 15 minutes for the whole thing to charge back up to its maximum again when used to its full potential. My armor is also modified slightly to help protect me from the shock, but I still always feel a bit weird after using it.


Personality: I usually give off the "I don't give a fuck" personality, and I am very sarcastic and sassy while naturally cursing regularly (because I frankly don't give a damn). I also, regretfully, act like a bit of a know-it-all. I can also be rather blunt and rude sometimes, but I am usually only like that when I'm in a good, joking mood. Otherwise, I am actually pretty nice, and I respect those that respect me back. I just tend to show my love and jokes through my sarcastic, blunt, and kinda loud self. When I am truly mad, though, you will know it, because I become very mean and you can hear it in my voice.


No matter how loud and uncaring I can be, though, I do actually care about a lot of things, and am very curious and attentive. I just keep that to myself unless I am around someone I trust. I am also a hard worker and listener, and respectful to orders if the one giving them is also respectful. And when I am alone or just don't have anything that I feel like saying, I am usually very quiet. And I tend to like to be alone more than surrounded by people, either in my room or out in the canyon, because it makes me feel better. But I don't mind being around people, and I appreciate good teamwork.


Bio: I had a pretty normal life growing up, born and raised on a 20 acre ranch outside of a rural town. I had the typical family with a mother and father, then I had an older sister. We had beef cattle, dairy cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, cats, dogs, and two one-foot-long goldfish that were housed in our cattles' water trough and lived up to be at least 13, because they were like goddamn cockroaches. Seriously. Anyway, once graduating from high school at the age of 18, I almost went to college. For what? I wasn't sure. So that is why I decided to instead joined the UNSC, because the war was getting ugly and all that. Also, my older sister also joined the army. So, even though we didn't always get along, I thought that doing the same would be my best option. After I finished training, they told me they were going to send me to this really important base in the really important place where I was going to get a lot of shit done. And, supposedly, that place is this canyon. I don't know why the fuck they sent me to this goddamn shit hole, because I did very well in training and would have been MORE VALUABLE in the fucking WAR, but whatever. I can't exactly saunter up to command, then tell them I want to be relocated to a place near the actual war before flipping them the bird, because I certainly want to, but I bet that would end up in an...unsavory way. So, fuck it, I guess I'm here..'cause Command is a fucking asshole. What else is new.


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• No, I don't know if I am related to Church from the famous Blood Gulch crew. It would be awesome if I was, 'cause he's badass and hilarious, but I honestly have no idea.

 

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Birth Name: Autumn Marie

State Name: Oregon


Nickname: I don't really have a nickname. Just call me by my state name like any other Agent.


Code Name: Omaha 142


Age: 28


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Defining Features:


•My love for my dairy cattle I owned in my younger years, cats, and wolves.


• My sarcastic comments.


• My occasional spurts of random but intense knowledge.


• My curiosity and strong interest for melee weapons, especially knives.


Specific Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:


Tattoos: 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 for almost my whole life. And on the inside of my right forearm, I have the name 'Maisy' tattooed in small, simple cursive font running parallel with the sides of my arm. Next to her name is a tattooed picture of a small Johnny Jump-up pansy, about 3/4 of an inch tall. I have that for reasons I don't care to explain, except for that it has to do with Maisy. 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 tattoos I will ever get, and they are on my right arm because that is my good arm.


Scars: 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 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, scars on various spots on my arms. Some are very noticeable while some are hardly even there. I got most of them from various things that happened on my family's ranch. Also, I have a scar below my ribcage. It is below my bottom rib on the left side of my body, about two inches from the inner end of my ribs. It is kind of ragged looking and about three inches long. I got that during a raid on a warehouse. Some asshole got the jump on me with a wicked knife before I realized he was there, and stabbed me right in the side in just the right area for my armor not to cover it. The knife scraped on my bottom rib a bit because of where he put it in first, and then he dragged it a bit before I beat the shit out of him and he pulled it out. In fact, once he pulled the knife out, I disarmed him, took the knife as I was hunched over slightly and bleeding everywhere, and stabbed him multiple times in his stupid fucking little head and slit his throat. He indeed died. And I continued to kill people in rage with the knife before I almost passed out due to pain and blood loss. That scar reminds me of that event whenever I see it (more about the knife below). The last major scars I have are kinda related to the last one, but more brutal. And painful. While out on a mission, I was stuck in a hand-to-hand fight with a rather sharp Insurectionists. He didn't really have any weapons on him, he was just skilled in this way of fighting. And that aggravated me. While fighting him, I hadn't known that someone with a Battle Rifle was trying to kill me, though, probably with a head shot or two. It was brought to my attention as two sets of three bullets ripped into me. They hit me in the chest, right in the corner just to the right of my sternum and just below my collar bone, and the bullets actually got through my armor and into my flesh. Damn near in my throat, too. The shots caused me to stagger in surprised pain and fall in the middle of the fight, and I fell stunned but still awake and alive. One of the other Agents - I forgot who to be honest - saw after a moment, and ran up to kill my closest opponent before he finished me off. Once that was done, I was moved to a safer spot, then evacuated once the mission was over. I tried to get back into the fight the whole time, but it hurt so much to move and breath. After later examination, it was discovered that I received two cracked ribs and few more scraped ribs, multiple bullet entrance wounds in my chest, and a punctured lung due to where a bullet hit the side of it. Could have been worse, but it thankfully wasn't. I now have multiple round scars on my chest from where the bullets hit me. They aren't terrible looking, but they are still there and visible. I don't like looking at them.


Birthmarks: 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. I also have a similar birthmark just above my left temple, just barely hidden under my hairline. It is larger than the mark on my finger, but it is also the same color. Even though my hair is normally split at that point, that birthmark isn't too extremely noticeable unless someone looks right at it and pays strict attention to it.


Personality: (This isn't exactly how Oregon will be, because I am kinda bad at creating a personality and sticking to it. But this is still as accurate as I can get.) I am generally quiet and reserved, wanting to keep to myself rather than in a larger group of people. 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. Even if its just a little tap or poke, which usually happens. 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 jump 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, and can get very loud and vocal when I am feeling good, feeling annoyed, and/or feeling snarky and sarcastic. Also, I tend to get annoyed or mad or stressed out kind of easily, depending on the situation. And I am very stubborn and easily suspicious, as well as observant and attentive. 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 because I keep a lot of that to myself, and giving heartfelt speeches definitely isn't my forte. I tend to mess up and feel stupid when I make those. But I will still try to be nice to people if they deserve it. 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 act the same if someone disrespects someone I care about. 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, and it leaves me pretty sour afterward.


Description Under My 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, though, 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 muscle visible on my body when I am out of my armor. I just seem to have a smaller, more feminin look than most normal Spartan IV's, even with augmentation. 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, as well as the fact that I spend so much time in my armor and out of the sun. 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 (it's a habit I never broke, even when one of my summer jobs required me to be in the sun constantly). This causes me to also have a farmer's tan line on my upper arms. Other than that and my face, the rest of my body is very light in color.


Height Without Armor: 6'"


Height With Armor: 6'5"


Weight Without Armor: 149 lbs.


Armor Configuration: This exact configuration and colors.


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Primary Weapon: This exact Battle Rifle.


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Secondary Weapon:


MA5K Carbine


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Melee Weapon:


I always keep one knife on me. Its metal sheath is attached to the outer side of my right calf, flush and parallel with the side of my leg. The knife itself is rather long and large, with the blade being nine inches long and the handle being five inches long. The knife is built and shaped like a strong, pretty standard combat knife, except for the fact that it is really long. The edge on the tip is deadly sharp, while the edge after the curve of the tip blends to a slightly serrated edge. It's the standard color and everything, the thing is just really long. I always make sure this knife is in tip-top shape, and I only use it if I have to. That is because I really like the thing for some reason. Which actually is odd to me, since it is the knife (mentioned above in the Scars section) that was used by an enemy solider to stab and almost kill me. I just refused to let it go after I used it to kill that asshole and a bunch of other enemies in a fit of pained rage after he stabbed me. It also looks cool as hell to me. I just don't use it too much because I don't want to damage it beyond repair.


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


Armor Enhancement: Chameleon (adaptive camo)


Likes:


• Wolves.


• Cattle, especially dairy.


• Cats.


• Being in control of the situation.


• Keeping to myself or a small few people I know.


• Being in my armor.


• Respectful people.


• Feeling safe.


• Being able to see my enemy easily.


• Melee weapons, especially knives.


Dislikes:


• Extremely stressful situations.


• Being away from Zeta.


• Being away from those I care about.


• Being out of my armor.


• Dealing with assholes.


• Zombies, ghosts, swimming in the wide open ocean, having wide open dark spaces at my back, being chased by something that makes me uncomfortable/scared.


• Feeling like I have no control over the situation I'm in.


• Making a goddamn fool of myself.


• Seeing those I care about being in pain.


Positive Qualities:


• Attentive in most situations.


• Curious.


• Quick thinker.


• Adapt easily to things.


• Trustworthy.


• Knowledgeable about most things.


Negative Qualities:


• Stubborn.


• Curious.


• Sarcastic.


• Can freeze up when I become too scared.


• Becomes mad rather easily.


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, with the war starting to get heavy and whatnot. So I did, and trained to become an ODST.


That training was fucking brutal. I had heard prior that Spartan II's and III's 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 make it to be a full ODST, and was sent out on quite a few missions to fight the Insurectionists, then the Covenant at the beginning of that blasted war. I served as an ODST for almost exactly two years.


Then, people started talking about the possibility of normal soldiers - like us - being trained to become Spartans. I didn't believe it, as it just didn't seem possible to me. I had fought with Spartans before, and I didn't even think they were real humans. So the thought of regular (well, almost) people like us becoming Spartans just amazed me. But then I got an official notification that myself and many others were being offered the chance to train to become the latest generation of Spartans: Spartan IV's. I was surprised, amazed that it was actually true. That this was happening. I mulled it over for a while, thinking about if it was a good idea to do or not, then I finally decided that I would.


Lets just say that training and the three weeks of augmentations to become a Spartan IV were absolutely terrible. It was so difficult, and it hurt so bad. Lets just leave it at that. I trained for a few years, going on missions and becoming more used to my enhanced body. I was nowhere near the best of all the Spartan IV's made, but I was nowhere near the worst either. And no matter the pain and hardship of becoming one, I enjoyed the aftermath.


Then, after I had been in combat as a IV for a few years 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 do. And how they told me I was a special soldier that they wanted to work with. So, after years of service in the UNSC, I left my days as a regular Spartan IV of the UNSC and joined the Project. Of course, it was all illegal how I did it, but it still happened.


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. And, come on. Is that really anyvdifferent from being in the UNSC with my current position? Being a Freelancer 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.


Home World: Harvest


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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 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.





A.I. name: Zeta


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


A.I. Appearance:


(This, except he has red eyes like described above instead of the green eyes in the pic.)


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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.


Zeta almost always sits with a rather straight and upright posture, proper looking and elegant. But not cocky or rigid; rather, he just looks calm and pretty and smooth. Looking at him when he's like that just radiates a calm feeling (to be honest, I just realized that he kinda holds himself like the Counselor does when he's calm and relaying info or stuff like that. Good reference). He does the same when he stands, with his head up and everything nice and in line, and he walks in a slower, more precise way than most cats. While sitting, he also always wraps his long tail around his paws. Every time. He only does all that when he's comfortable and in control, though. And sometime, especially when he's in a good mood, he'll sometimes look looser. Zeta looks more like a regular cat in those moments, even though they are kinda rare. When he can sense something wrong or knows that something is going on, though, he becomes very rigid and still, like most cats do. His ears will move in the direction he is paying attention to, his whiskers will twitch, other parts of his body will twitch, etc. Then when he gets angry, he tends to bend over a bit more, like he's preparing to pounce at the enemy. You can tell that he is hostile, just like with any cat. And then when he's nervous or scared (a side that is actually kinda rare to see), he will knead subconsciously, usually in a crouched position.


A.I. Personality Traits: Primarily calmness, but also creativity, strategy, and curiosity. 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 (unless he feels the need to be stern with someone, though. He almost does it in a passive aggressive way. Or, at least, that's how he sounds). 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 he is still 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 a combination of Sigma and the Counselor, with 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, friendly feeling to it. Also, it's just one, plain, non-echoing voice. No combined sound or obvious echo or anything like that; just a regular voice). He hardly ever shows much stress, but he does show that he cares about the safety and welfare of people.






Name: Holly Church


Nickname: I have none. I just stick with Holly.


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Armor Appearance: This exact armor, color and everything.


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Team: Blue Team for life, bro.


Primary Weapon:


M395 Designated Marksman Rifle


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Secondary Weapon:


M45E Tactical Shotgun


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Armor Enhancement: Mini E.M.P. with a max radius of 30 to 35 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, but I don't always use that because it requires more energy to use. The E.M.P can immobilize vehicles and most electrical objects (save most A.I.), 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. The enhancement takes 15 minutes for the whole thing to charge back up to its maximum again when used to its full potential. My armor is also modified slightly to help protect me from the shock, but I still always feel a bit weird after using it.


Personality: I usually give off the "I don't give a fuck" personality, and I am very sarcastic and sassy while naturally cursing regularly (because I frankly don't give a damn). I also, regretfully, act like a bit of a know-it-all. I can also be rather blunt and rude sometimes, but I am usually only like that when I'm in a good, joking mood. Otherwise, I am actually pretty nice, and I respect those that respect me back. I just tend to show my love and jokes through my sarcastic, blunt, and kinda loud self. When I am truly mad, though, you will know it, because I become very mean and you can hear it in my voice.


No matter how loud and uncaring I can be, though, I do actually care about a lot of things, and am very curious and attentive. I just keep that to myself unless I am around someone I trust. I am also a hard worker and listener, and respectful to orders if the one giving them is also respectful. And when I am alone or just don't have anything that I feel like saying, I am usually very quiet. And I tend to like to be alone more than surrounded by people, either in my room or out in the canyon, because it makes me feel better. But I don't mind being around people, and I appreciate good teamwork.


Bio: I had a pretty normal life growing up, born and raised on a 20 acre ranch outside of a rural town. We had beef cattle, dairy cattle, sheep, pigs, horses, cats, dogs, and two one-foot-long goldfish that were housed in our cattles' water trough and lived up to be at least 13, because they were like goddamn cockroaches. Seriously. Anyway, once graduating from high school at the age of 18, I almost went to college. For what? I wasn't sure. So that is why I decided to instead joined the UNSC, because the war was getting ugly and all that. After I finished training, they told me they were going to send me to this really important base in the really important place where I was going to get a lot of shit done. And, supposedly, that place is this canyon. I don't know why the fuck they sent me to this goddamn shit hole, because I did very well in training and would have been MORE VALUABLE in the fucking WAR, but whatever. I can't exactly saunter up to command, then tell them I want to be relocated to a place near the actual war before flipping them the bird, because I certainly want to, but I bet that would end up in an...unsavory way. So, fuck it, I guess I'm here..'cause Command is a fucking asshole. What else is new.


More:


• No, I don't know if I am related to Church from the famous Blood Gulch crew. It would be awesome if I was, 'cause he's badass and hilarious, but I honestly have no idea.


Accepted

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[1stLt HChurch]

Accepted

I edited the CS's again, because I decided to make the two characters sisters since I will no doubt make them act rather similar. So I changed the name on the Agent and the beginning of the bio on both. Just so you know.

 

[Krillin]

You can start posting if you want @1stLt HChurch

 

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That's basically my character.

 

[Floodwater31]

Full name: Alexander Summers


Nickname: Alex, Summers, Radio, Orange


Gender: Male


Description:


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(sorry for the big pic, but I don't know the codes yet)


Team: Red


Age: 21


Personality: He has a genuinely helpful personality, which will most likely end up in him getting suckered into all the chores. Besides that, he has a habit of messing with anything mechanical he finds, sometimes he fixes things, sometimes he breaks them...


Bio: He grew up in a suburb of a rural community, after attending high school he joined the military in hopes of being a hero. He quickly found out that the military is not a glamorous as the movies. On top of that, after messing with his Commanders Jeep too many times his Commander had him sent to the most frozen over outpost he could find


Primary weapon: Standard Pistol


Secondary weapon: Assault Rifle (why he prefers the pistol, no one knows)


Armor enhancement: He has an extremely advanced radio installed into his armor, imagine a walking communications tower. If you use your radio, he'll know.


More: He hates cold weather, this assignment will be a real treat...

 

[Fanta1]

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Full name: Alexander Summers
Nickname: Alex, Summers, Radio, Orange


Gender: Male


Description:


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(sorry for the big pic, but I don't know the codes yet)


Team: Red


Age: 21


Personality: He has a genuinely helpful personality, which will most likely end up in him getting suckered into all the chores. Besides that, he has a habit of messing with anything mechanical he finds, sometimes he fixes things, sometimes he breaks them...


Bio: He grew up in a suburb of a rural community, after attending high school he joined the military in hopes of being a hero. He quickly found out that the military is not a glamorous as the movies. On top of that, after messing with his Commanders Jeep too many times his Commander had him sent to the most frozen over outpost he could find


Primary weapon: Standard Pistol


Secondary weapon: Assault Rifle (why he prefers the pistol, no one knows)


Armor enhancement: He has an extremely advanced radio installed into his armor, imagine a walking communications tower. If you use your radio, he'll know.


More: He hates cold weather, this assignment will be a real treat...

Accepted

 

[VirtualUnity]

Freelancer CS:


FullName: Nathan C. Vincent


Nickname: Reaper, Nev


Description:


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State: Nevada


Gender: Male


Age: 28


Bio: A Reconnaissance, Infiltration and Assassin Freelancer he is secretive and only few agents and the director knows his past


Personality: Serious, Silent, Secretive


Weapons:


Modified Nornfang


Modified BR85N Service Rifle


A.I.: Lambda


A.I. Description: Lambda is a A.I. Fragment that talks either in binary or alpha,bravo,Charlie etc...


A.I. Personality: Doesn't trust the other agents


A.I. Enhancement: Active/Adaptive Camouflage


More: "Omega"