Fandom Red vs. Blue: New Gulch Stories

[Sensei Fox]

Character Sheet:


Name:


Nickname:


Age:


Gender:


Armor Appearance:


Face: (optional)


Team:


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.)


Rank:


Personality:


Skills:


Bio: (Write an in character monologue.)


Other:

 

[Sensei Fox]

Name: Luke Skirata


Nickname: Skirty


Age: 20


Gender: Male


Armor Appearance:

Face:

Team: Blue


Weapons: M363 Remote Projectile Detonator, M7S Caseless SMG


Rank: E-4 Specialist (SPC)


Personality: A dreamer detached from reality throughout most of his day. He's sarcastic, easily distracted, mischevious, and intelligent. He tends to enjoy the company of machines and electronics more than humans.


Skills: Engineering, Math, Playing guitar, Sleeping through loud noises, Explosives, Extremely unconventional tactics that almost never work or end wrll.


Bio: Well, I guess you could say I'm the mechanical genious of the team. I fix up the base, the weapons, the vehicles, and I make my own stuff when an idea hits me. I don't really care too much for this whole war and fighting things, but joining the army gives me a supply of pretty much anything I need for my projects. We're in a box canyon and we haven't made any progress since we've been here. It's not a bad gig. The reds are good test dummies as well. I mean, last week I put together a mortar and fired it against their base. I didn't really have any explosive shells so I just launched a bunch of confetti over their base for a few hours. The good news is that they were pretty pissed and left us alone for a few days while they had to clean it up. The bad news is that one of the shells got stuck on the way out and blew a hole through our plumbing. I can still smell Taco Tuesday on the walls of the base. But you win some and you lose some right? I think those were acceptable losses all things considered. That reminds me, I need to get back to work on my new project. I'm trying to figure out a way to build a freeze ray without anyone knowing I'm using the parts from our air conditioning to do it.


Other:

 

[pridedzoey]

Name: Celine Bekowsky


Nickname: Bek


Age: 21-22


Gender: female

Team: Red


Weapons: M45 tactical shotgun, an M6 pistol


Personality: a bit crude in her language, normally deals with problems head on, but not overly serious. Normally up front about things unless it involves her(people asking her personal questions and the like)


Skills: decent enough of a driver, a good lier...and somewhat able to convince certain people she is more something (confidant, charming, nice ECT) then she is, is able to...ermm borrow things that don't belong to her on occasion.


Bio: my bio?! Fine....I'll tell you my bio. I'm on the red team, I'm stationed inside some crummy canyon with others to" fight" the blue team.. Or some crap


Why?.... Hell if I know, but whatever enough about that OK. What's it like here?..as much as being here sucks... In all reality it isn't the absolute worse, yeah I've had better food, yeah I've had more things to do...but hell from what I've seen this place doesn't get too much bad action... Normally whatever the blues muster up to annoy us... And us responding in kind.... Like at some point as...well I assume most of them were sleeping we surrounded their base with flaming bag of crap with a grenade inside each one.... They went boom....splattered the stuff everywhere...was a riot...just.. Don't ask where we got the crap


Other: when it comes to automatic weapons... Let's just say she gets.... Overly excited at the trigger

 

[Deadkool]

Name: Gary

"Hi, I'm Gary."

Nickname: Void

"Nope, just Gary"

Age: 37

"I..I don't see why that's relevant."

Gender: Male

"That's a bit rude."

Armor Appearance: Void

"Sir, as I've already told you, I don't have armor."

Face:

Rank: Requisition Officer

Personality: ?

"Nope, no discernible personality features. None AT ALL."

Skills: Requisitioning, Checkers, Solitaire, D&D

Bio:

"A lone figure looked over a tall cliff as wind blew, scattering dust from thou-" A voice cut into the soothing voice of King Gary from Frosthold Keep. "Gaaaaary shouldn't you be at your job interview? So you can move out of my basement? And get a real jo-" Gary, once again took control of the situation, asserting himself. "Maaaaaaaa, the interviews over the computer. Oh crap." He exclaimed. "Oh crap oh crap oh crap, I just ht send. Ohhhh shit, they heard all of tha-"

Other:​

 

Name: Johm Smiff

"HELLO, MY NAME IS JOHM!"

Nickname: Johm (Codename: Boom)

"HELLO AGAIN, MY NAME IS JOHM!"

Age: 24

"HELLO, I AM JOHM!"

Gender: Ma- ewww

"I WILL CHECK!"

Armor Appearance:

"SORRY, MY ARMOR HAS A FEW RED STAINS ON IT!"

Team: Red

"MY ARMOR IS RED, MY TEAM IS RED!"

Weapon: M41 Rocket Launcher, M45D Shotgun

"THESE ARE MY RIFLES, THESE ARE MY GUNS!"

Coming Soon, to a computer near you.

Rank: Lieutenant General, but he doesn't really like to talk about it

"LET US PROCEED IN THE ACTION OF KILLING THE BLUES. YAY!"

Personality: Despite his obvious love of large weaponry, Johm really is a big teddy bear. He enjoys piña coladas and getting lost in the rain. He can be a bit of a dolt at times, but underneath his hard, stupid shell, Johm harbors some truly philosophical and brilliant thoughts. Probably, we didn't really check. In short, he's a sucker for Shakespeare and utter mayhem. Oh, and cake, he likes cake.

Skills: Demolition, Torture, Theoretical Physics, and Wreaking Havoc

Bio:

"HELLO! I AM BOOM OR JOHM, YES. I GOT SHOOTED A SHOTGUN TOO CLOSE TO MY EAR. THAT IS WHAT DOCTOR MAN SAYS. OH, YOU WANT ME TO BE QUIETER. OH, I WILL JUST USE BRIGHT BOX WITH BUTTONS." A few basic questions later, the interviewer learned that Boom enjoys farms, butterflies, the color red, and trucks, Despite strong caution from the on-team psychologist, Boom was deployed to Blood Gulch.

Other:

Robotic Voice

"I am boom sic scale pleasure to meet all o you. Let used proceed with dug killing cod the by, yes?"

(Boom has a communicating device built into his suit so his friends don't have their eardrums burst from constant shouting. I type in whatever I'd like to say quickly, then spell check corrects it. I figure that'd be funny.)
​

 

[LeviathanL]

Name: Carlos Carlson


Nickname: Carl


Age: 40


Gender: Male


Armor Appearance:

Team: Blue


Weapon:


M319 Individual Grenade Launcher, Sound Sniper (Made by Skirty)


Rank: Sergeant


Personality: Lazy, Apathic, Angry, caffeine-addict.


Skills: Remaining calm under pressure, disturbingly so. Not so calm outside of it.


Bio: Remind me again why I should give a sh*t about your feelings? I don't care why we are here. What matters is that nothing ever happens here, I take nothing happening over something happening any day. Now shut up and get me my coffee.


Other: Currently painted pink and covered in brown mud

 

[Church Burning]

NewCharacter Sheet:


Name: Denny LeBlanche


Nickname: Blank


Age: 20


Gender: female


Armor Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.be6919f92913204a46d43df8a398d1bc.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="63447" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.be6919f92913204a46d43df8a398d1bc.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Face: (optional)<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.d56f855213b23fb6730b2d0afac61e8a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="63444" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.d56f855213b23fb6730b2d0afac61e8a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Team: Blue


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.)


Binary Rifle and a magnum


Rank: Corporal


Personality: sarcastic, lazy, aggressive, loud, a bit cuckoo, takes orders well, gives orders well, a bit unsocial, Southern


Skills: sniper, strategeist


Bio: (Write an in character monologue.)


"Ehm. Um were to begin. You ain't gettin a peek inta my normal life back then but uh..look, we are in the middle of a goddamn war with those damn reds! We don't have time to be chattin re having tea party's! Get out there soldier! Let's move!"


Other: hates being bossed around by those lower than her.


Has inhuman strength

 

[JW Suzusihi]

Character Sheet:


Name:


Greg Wilson


Nickname:


Bubbles


Age:


" Hmm…1…2…5…Purple… I'm old enough, Now where's my Snowman!!"


21-21??


Gender:


" Last time I checked there was something hanging there. You wanna check?"


Male??


Armor Appearance:


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.895d9998f81f4472c09e8fe1a0ab189f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="63456" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.895d9998f81f4472c09e8fe1a0ab189f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Team: Red


Weapon:


M45 Tactical Shotgun


Sniper Rifle System 99 Anti-Matériel


Personality:


Greg, " MY NAME IS BUBBLES!!" Bubbles is quite the interesting individual. Somebody must have dropped him a lot as a baby because something is definantly wrong with this guy. At times he can be your normal serious Gotta Kill All the Blues solider or he'll start talking like a philosopher. More often then not He's rambling on about something completely irrelevant, saying something inappropriate, or he's shooting at the clouds. Greg, I mean Bubbles, even believes he's some kind of character in a game or some nonsense like that. Sometimes he stairs off into the distance and starts talking to someone that isn't there. It's like he lives in his own reality.


Skills:


• Although Bubbles is…A bit off he has an amazing aim.


• Most situations don't really faze him. You could shoot him in the foot and he'd still be talking about something.


• For what ever reason he can cook very well.


Bio:


Intelligence evaluation #1]


Have you ever wondered what we're doing here. I mean what we're actualy doing. It's not like any if our actions, any of our lives will have any real impact on the universe. In other words if I don't get my freaking Taco you will lose your head, and yes that head.


Strategy evaluation #5]


My strategy for defeating the Blues? Well it's very simple. We send a team of two to infiltrate their base. Once inside the plant the device and get out as fast as possible. When the divice is detonated it explodes with hundreds of kittens flinging every where!!! The perfect weopan: The KAB,Kitty Attack Bomb!!!


Psychological evaluation #82]


Hey Doctor Man, glad to see you again!!! You want to know if I'm sane? Oh, You're asking if I'm crazy. Well there was this one guy who crazy. But in order to be crazy one must not know they are crazy, Right? Well I'm fully aware that I am crazy thusly I am not crazy, isn't that crazy?!?!


Other:


Bubbles seems to have a strange infatuation with Tacos, Cats, and snowmen.

 

[BlueHawk]

Name: Mitchell


Nickname: Mitch


Age: 23


Gender: Male


Armor Appearance:

Team: Red


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.)


Burst-fire Service Rifle


Rank: Private


Personality: Mitch is very unprofessional, but likes to feel useful. He is a team player and supportive. He is not the best shooter, which is why he enlisted as a combat medic.


Skills: Medicine


Bio: Hi! I'm Mitch! I have my degree in Combat Medicine, mostly because I heard they made a lot of money. I cheated on most my test, but passed medical school with a D average! My medical skills are world renowned, with my signature tactic being just cut it off!


Other: Mitch Medicines! Better than nothing! *thumbs up*

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

Name:


Markus Shanon


Nickname:


Mint


Age:


22


Gender:


Male


Armor Appearance:

Face: (optional)

Team:


Blue


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.)


SAW


Rank:


Private


Personality:


He is an optimistic, eccentric, dependable, and occasionally inspirational guy. Some people do find him annoying though so he just handles it.


Skills:


Creating bombs, Working with vehicles, Finding vantage points, Singing "Don't ask"


Bio: (Write an in character monologue.)


"Well as for my information, I'm Mark and i'm here on account of it seemed like it'd be fun. Plus the fact I was sent here when they were picking people to come here. I don't think the Red's have a chance of winning this war because blue team is just that good, Plus I want some cookies so I have to live.


If it counts towards anything I was also part of the Freelancer project but I failed a combat test and got sent here to help these guys".


Other:


He doesn't like people asking him to sing.

 

[Blarg222]

Name: Wolfheze Winter


Nickname: Wolf


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Armor Appearance:


Face: (optional):


Team: Blue


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.): Assault Rifle, Magnum


Rank: Private


Personality: He is very calm is just trying to survive. He's honestly just likes to hang back and let ordeals solve themselves. He likes to look at things logically and is pretty much accustomed to orders.


Skills: Computers, following orders


Bio: (Write an in character monologue.): "Uhh, hi I'm Wolfheze Winter, yeah I get it its a weird name, I come from Earth and..um..I'm here for....wait what the hell am I here for? To serve my country? Experiment? I don't know I guess I'll just follow orders until I'm done.


Other: Was once used in a sleeper experiment, one mystery word activates a secret rampage mode in Wolfheze.

 

[Rosiegold]

Name: Charlotte Laney


Nickname: Charlie


Age: 26


Gender: Female, yet due to almost never letting anyone see her out of armor, and her very boyish voice, she can very very easily be mistaken for a man.


Armor Appearance:

Team: Red


Weapon: M6H Handgun


Rank: Private


Personality: A bit of a geek, and not very aggressive most of the times. If she’s provoked she can turn from a punching bag to 5 feet and five inches of rage. But ever that isn’t too intimidating. She’s the type to be at least respectful to someone who annoys her to their face, but will be making rude gestures behind their backs. Easy to say she can also be a bit of a coward unless pissed off enough. Most of the time she just seems tired most of the time and like she wants to be anywhere but here.


Skills: Best with computers, robotics, some vehicles, She’s very techy with in skills. And she has decent aim.


Bio: Well um.. I’m Charlie. I joined the military to mostly get away from home…. Um…. I managed to pass the written tests pretty easy, I studied hard. And barley passed the physical fitness. And now I’m here….. Fighting the blues…. With a team of trigger happy lunatics…. I don't even know why we're fighting....Kinda don't care....Maybe mom was right. I should have just gotten an I.T. Job.


Other: Even under her armor she’s very boyish looking. And tends to not correct people if they get it wrong. Partially because she just thinks they’re messing with her when they call her a man. Never assumes they really think she is.

 

[The Dark Huntsman]

Name: Michael "Jay" Caboose Jr


Nickname: Caboose #2, Jr.


Age: 25


Gender: male


Armor Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.2262c2626c86353fe0e11d8efb6428d1.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64285" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.2262c2626c86353fe0e11d8efb6428d1.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Face: (optional)


Team:Blue (suck it reds!)


Weapon: Covenant energy sword( besides old socks this is what I found in uncle Tucker's attic) and a UNSC DMR


Rank:40


Personality:Fun,Caboose,serious


Skills: Can Cook minute rice in 58 seconds, can make deals with people


Bio: My name is Michael "jay" caboose jr. And I hate beds! *reds!, you f***ing idiot! Oh! Those too. My dad was a soldier he would travel the world,like an astronaut. So when I grew up I became just like him! I also have a pet he a robot dog thing, he's nice don't worry.


Other:

 

[GrieveWriter]

VVV


Name:

Walter Dormann

Nickname:

The Doorman, Walts

Age:

34

Gender: Male

Armor Appearance:

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/Halo-4-Play-Arts-Kai-Red-Spartan-Soldier-Series-2-Figure-e1355427982458.jpg.8386ba6620a9a5b59dcaa3c858f86215.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64140" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/Halo-4-Play-Arts-Kai-Red-Spartan-Soldier-Series-2-Figure-e1355427982458.jpg.8386ba6620a9a5b59dcaa3c858f86215.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Team: Red

Weapon:

Adjustable M7/Caseless SMG

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/H3-M7SMG-LeftSide.png.93869552df57c6ec19b8c7ad90e3b32c.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64176" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/H3-M7SMG-LeftSide.png.93869552df57c6ec19b8c7ad90e3b32c.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

M6-SOCOM

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/325px-M6C_SOCOM_r.png.d6ecd302b1df060923d38079806f6699.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64177" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/325px-M6C_SOCOM_r.png.d6ecd302b1df060923d38079806f6699.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Rank: Sergeant G2

Personality: Walter was originally a full-time glory whore. Using his extensive battle prowess to be as on top as he possibly could be. Everything changed when he was moved to the Box Canyon. His cockiness turned into anger, and he began resenting his superiors for the role they played in denying him his claim to fame. Nowadays he only follows orders from Red Command itself, having lost full faith in every one of his teammates, and even then he still does little to hide his agitation with his predicament. He's become something of a pessimist, assuming the worse of Red Command and his colleagues. He rarely smiles, and even then its mostly ruined by events that come soon after. Basically, he's been almost constantly agitated ever since he got to the box canyon.

​

Skills:

Versatile in weaponry, Impressive hand to hand qualities and Improvisation

Bio:

"I should be a goddamn war hero by now... flying a helicopter into an enemy base, gunning everyone down with people applauding and my face plastered on every fucking newspaper in three galaxies. Men wanting to be me, women wanting to be owned by me... and every other sentient species wishing they could have the honor of being gunned down by me. I went through so much... to live that fantasy. Training, military education, learning how to keep myself from bleeding out when necessary... I went through years of this to get in top form for the army. And it started so good, the first couple of missions I cleaved through! I did so well that they decided to transfer me! And all the rigorous physical testing and mental endurance, do you know where that ended up going? I'll tell you where..."
​

"Into a goddamn box canyon out farther in the middle of nowhere than a speck of dust in a white room! I mean SERIOUSLY! The Red army wants someone of my capabilities to fucking waste away fighting over what basically constitutes as a hole in the ground defending flags... FLAGS! They're pretty much useless! First time I got one with my team, I thought we had a chance to make an impact, but what happens when we bring their flag to ours like we're asked to? It fucking disappears on contact and is returned to them!"


"WHAT... THE...HELL!?!"


"Why are we stationed here? Why do we care if the blues are stationed here? Let them have the place for god's sakes! We are LITERALLY guarding dirt... DIRT!"


"And so, I refuse... REFUSE!... to waste my time here. I need a way out! I need to be on a REAL battlefield! I will not partake in this childish Bullshit! But I can't defy orders from command... there has to be a better way to get out of this. I have to- no- I WILL find it!"


"I will find a way out of this!!!"

Other: Most of his time is spent in the tunnels surrounding the Box Canyon, Desperately searching for a way out.




VVV


Name:

Melanie Winters

Nickname:

Mel

Age:

26

Gender:

Female

Armor Appearance:

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/143796951580984.jpg.c294c867e2a71a35754d686edb6543af.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64282" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/143796951580984.jpg.c294c867e2a71a35754d686edb6543af.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Team: Blue

Weapon:

M99- Stanchion

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/Unl_zellerhadv_sni_12.png.957b68e83e4b6a9abc5786bd7f772915.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64179" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/Unl_zellerhadv_sni_12.png.957b68e83e4b6a9abc5786bd7f772915.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Standard UNSC Assault Rifle

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/halo4_unsc-assault-rifle-03_tif_jpgcopy-e1352179912672.jpg.772672b309bd5555292b248478055b91.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64178" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/halo4_unsc-assault-rifle-03_tif_jpgcopy-e1352179912672.jpg.772672b309bd5555292b248478055b91.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

Rank: Private First Class

Personality:

Melanie is devoted, despite her not really having a choice in joining the military she's made the very most of it. She likes to keep herself positive, but often prioritizes that over others. Because of this, her attitude may not always align with the situation. But she is capable of focusing if the situation calls for something like that. She's a die hard photographer, despite her usual subject matter being questionable in nature, and the lack of her camera still troubles her. Due to her subject material she constantly walks the thin line between wondering if she's joking about dirty subjects or is just flat out stating facts. Due to all of this, casual conversing may or may not be a challenge depending on context.

Skills:

Incredible accuracy, Exceptional Athleticism, Stealth and... Contortion.

Bio:

"Okay so, to start things off can we just set the record straight. I have not and have never planned on, may I add, ever robbing others homes. I have broken into places , sure, but it was all in the name of the picture. You see, I discovered my affinity for cameras at a young age, and ever since then my whole life was just reworked from the ground up. With a camera in hand, I could encapsulate everything in its fullest forms. And some may say the pictures I took bordered on the mature status from time to time, but must we really judge based on such instinctual drives and motives? Of course not, my pictures represented the struggle, the effort, and the explosion of released emotion once all was said and done. I should know, many times I had to go in myself to fix those images no matter the cost."


"And so, my short lived life of exotic photography came to be. I had my fun of course, traveled to lots of places, tasted lots of things in almost all of those places. Got a good feel of the surrounding areas. Caught lots of people in suggestive acts, which I was able to sell to the police in a mutual money making exchange."


"And then I made the fatal error of returning home early..."


"Now, we've established my need to capture the unexplored areas of the obscene. So imagine my thrill at finding my Father in an unbelievably defiling position with another woman while mother wasn't home. All it took was him spotting the flashing of my camera, and it was all over. Despite him sending me off to join the military in order to keep me silent, I have full confidence that it was all worth it. I mean, beforehand I had know idea he could pull off a full latex bodysuit like that. Plus, my lack of access to a camera and my time with the army taught me a whole new form of capturing images."


"Capturing the final moments of a life through the scope of a gun."

Other:

With the lack of her camera she's often substituting it by peeping through her sniper rifle. Even when not spying on others, she looks through it occasionally. And when she's not, she sometimes squints on impulse.

(@Sensei Fox )​

 

[Sensei Fox]

Welcome aboard, everyone.

 

[Never]

Name: Lopez 3.0


Nickname: Lopez the Heavy


Age: 12


Gender: Male


Armor Appearance:

Face: N/A


Team: ROBOTS UNITE (Red)


Weapon: Standard Issue Magnum | Spartan Laser


Rank: Private


Personality:


He was initially very loyal to his team but over time he had suffered a lot, especially the part where they couldn't understand him but pretended to. In the end he became sarcastic and very scornful towards both the red and blues idiots, hoping to find someone who will finally understand him.


Skills:


Mechanic!


Can stay alive as a head... Probably not a skill.


Bio:


I fue construido por mi sargento. Después de un par de horribles años me mantuve en el almacenamiento, ese hijo de puta loco. Me las arreglé para escapar, pero nunca puedo escapar de estas rojos o azules.


Other:


I can't speak Spanish, so I'll be using Google Translate - so yeah it probably won't be accurate, but you guys don't need to understand me anyway xD

 

[Church Burning]

Character Sheet:


Name: Jack LeBlanche


Nickname: Jackie


Age: 26


Gender: male


Armor Appearance:


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.71bbdd9d8ae36c12da8da7f3e1b02bde.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64671" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.71bbdd9d8ae36c12da8da7f3e1b02bde.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Face: (optional)


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.bb848cc11a48be50d67c995fbbf6f388.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="64672" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_07/image.jpg.bb848cc11a48be50d67c995fbbf6f388.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Team: Blue


Weapon: (You can pick two from anywhere within the Halo universe. If alien, explain how you came across it.)


Incindenary rocket launcher


Assault rifle


Rank: Private/ Medic


Personality: Charming,sweet, sane, sensible, protective, loyal


Skills: medic/ not insane


Bio: (Write an in character monologue.)


"Look, I don't wanna talk bout my past, but I'm Denny's older brother and I will protect her first at any cost, no matter what. It doesn't matter that she's a station above me..or a few. I'm proud of her. Besides, she's always gettin inta fights and I gotta patch'er up"


Other: is Blanks older brother

 

[Deadkool]

Name:

Phillipe

Nickname:

Frenchie, That Robot, Good 'Ol Phillipe, Anti-Lopez

Age:

1

Gender:

Male

Team: Both? Neither? Colors sure are confusing.

Weapon: An energy rapier, gifted to him by "The king of space France" and an ordinary pistol.

Rank: Custodial Unit 34-b

Personality:

"​

Je suis une âme libre , flottant sur le vent . Comme le vent , mon chemin peut changer à la notification d' un moment , mais je suis lié à ceux autour de moi ."


Skills:

Jousting, Swordplay, Showmanship

Bio:​

Le royaume de l'espace France m'a envoyé ce canyon d'apporter un avertissement . Vous êtes tous en grand danger . Les pigistes sont à venir .


Other: My notifs didn't show up. I think it's too late to revive Boom. Lets just say after the two blows to the head he managed to roll out the door and got kidnapped.

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

Here ya go @Deadkool


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[Deadkool]

Thanks, I'd do it, but my computers in the shop so I'm in mobile.

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

Np. I'm glad to help out

 

[Floodwater31]

Name: Alexander Franklin


"Alexander Franklin reporting for duty"





Nickname: Newbie, New Guy, Rookie, Alex


"My friends all call me Alex"





Age: 19


"I'm fresh out of training"





Gender: Male


"Last time I checked I was a dude, it's not that hard to tell, is it?





Armor Appearance:


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"The Commander chose the armor color, said it would be good for camouflage, but I think he might have a couple of screws loose..."





Face: ...


"That's weird... the helmet.. seems to be.. Grr.. stuck"





Team: Red


"Red, oh, imagine if someone in either army was color blind..."





Weapon: Standard pistol, right now that's it


"The Commander tossed me a pistol and said get shot, is that like break a leg?"


Rank: Private


"Private, like I said, right out of training"





Personality: Eager to please, will pretty much differ to anyone else, even a blue if they yell loud enough


"I hope my service will be instrumental to our military success".


Skills: hotwiring, lock picking, getting past keypads


"I like to use the officer restrooms, that's why the locks got more and more sophisticated. Once when they caught me in there they threw me in the hole, did you know they still use a hole?"





Bio:


"Okay, I admit, I have a problem. During training I found out the best stuff is behind the locked doors labeled Officer, the good restrooms, the good showers, did you know they have a room just for vending machines? And yes I knew I wasn't supposed to be in those rooms, the locks and the no trespassing signs were obvious, but once you use the officer restroom you can't go back to the one for the regular troops...


Anyway during one of my expeditions to find more cool rooms I stumbled into the Officer's garage, and you would not believe how nice this one car was. I don't even know what type of car it was, there are probably more digits in it's price tag than letters in my name. Anyway I told Dillan about it and he dared me to take it for a joyride, and you don't just turn down a dare... So when I woke up in the hospital, I found out the car was the Commander's baby, and as soon as I was out of the medical ward I was getting shipped here".


Other: He has a camera installed in his helmet, it can take pictures and video


"Say cheese" *click*

 

[1stLt HChurch]

Spoiler

Name:Holly Church


Nickname: Oregon


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Armor Appearance: This exact armor, color and everything.






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Face: Ha! Yeah, fuck that. I hardly ever take off my armor anyway, and when I do, I'm usually very much alone. So this doesn't even matter.


Well, okay, fine, I'll tell you that I have dirty golden blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. But that's all you're getting. Don't even ask for more.


Team: Blue Team for life.


Primary Weapon: This exact Battle Rifle.






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Secondary Weapon:






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Dual Type-33 Guided Munitions Launchers (needler pistols). They were once sent down here by mistake in a shipment, and I grabbed them immediately. I love the things and refuse to let them go.


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 like 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. Probably because I found it in a cave nearby the base when we first got here. 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.


Rank: Private


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.


Skills: Sharpshooting/Marksmanship, Intelligence on the battle field, using melee weapons (if it can be used in a melee fight, then you better know that I will use it).


Bio: I had a pretty normal life growing up, born and raised on a 20 acre ranch outside of a rural town in Oregon. 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 to be a nurse. I was pretty good with animal health care, and I knew that nursing would be a good job. But I 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.


Other:


• 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.


• I got the nickname Oregon because of two things: 1) I was born and raised in the state of Oregon. 2) My armor colors (blue and gold) are actually the state's official colors. So when someone started calling me Oregon as a joke, it stuck very quickly.


• I have this emblem, which I painted myself, on my right shoulder armor pad.






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It's a pretty original design, and I have it because wolves are my favorite animal and I will fight to the death to defend them. I also think it looks badass.

 

[Yang Xiao Long]

Spot still open?

 

[pridedzoey]

[QUOTE="Revan The Courier]Spot still open?

[/QUOTE]
Sorry dude... Hasn't been active for a good bit

 

[Yang Xiao Long]

Want to do a reboot?