[Stay Frosty!] Character Creation Discussion

Okay, I'm working on the post for the first mission. While I do, please introduce your characters now. Tell us:

  • Your name
  • Your look
  • Your rank
  • Your job
  • Why you joined the Corps
 
  • XTS11. Presently operating under the name Sophia.
  • Sophia maintains the clean-cut look of a company woman. Calm, combed, manicured, in a suitably space-age grey uniform marking her as a Synthetic.
  • Synthetics operate in a purely advisory role.
  • Observing the health, safety, and loyalty of the unit. Reporting intel back to Weylan-Yuntai. Protecting the unit's collective wellbeing.
  • She was manufactured for the purpose.
 
David Thorne


Keeps in damn fine shape for a man his age. Uniform and haircut by the numbers, but well-worn and with small accoutrements the brass allow. Scarred, greying, lantern jaw.


Sergeant.


I keep these men and women alive. Mission complete or failed, everyone comes home alive. And when civilians are at stake, no priority is higher. We're Marines, dammit, and that means something. I've got the eyes on the ground the bosses don't, and the clout necessary to keep the troops on their business.


Won over by advertising, if you can believe it. Really was convinced it was a better way to save lives over firefighting - the house didn't need him anymore. Lotta good men to do the job there.
 
  • Des Meijer
  • Tall, wiry-strong man with a constantly pensive look. Known for crowding his fine features whenever on liberty by growing admirable beards.
  • Corporal
  • I am the man who keeps the squad alive and bring six kinds of computer-assisted, gyro-stabilized fire support to tear apart anything short of an APC. You have a problem that requires judicious application of fire superiority? Fuck, I am fire superiority. My squad, my friends, your sorry ass. That's what's on the line, and those are my concerns.
  • Ever have a judge tell you 'Prison or the Corps?' Assuming people are generally cultured, responsible, and not bored youths scumming, drugging, and stealing everything bolted down, they've not heard this phrase. Meijer did. And oddly enough, even after the rough patch of penal-boot, it's agreed with him immensely well. He's been in for ages and loves his job. A life of petty crime turns out all right sometimes.
 
  • Hector Espinoza
  • Young and clean shaven. He keeps a neat cut that's not quite buzz and isn't too tall, standing at just over 5'10. He isn't too heavy either, but calling him scrawny would be a stretch (maybe not for fellow marines).
  • Private First Class
  • Pulse Rifle, check. Shotgun, check. Frags, smokes, check. Where do you need me, sir?
  • Hector had an unfortunate falling out in his former career. He was a newly hired civil engineer running with a construction firm in the big city. When the company was falling apart due to financial strain, him and his co-workers decided to all pitch in and buy the company. Unbeknownst to him, through some legal loop holes this was an illegitimate take over and the scandal was outed. He lost his career, his temper and his wife. A young man at the lowest point of his life, he decided to enlist in the Marine Corps for lack of a better option. He needed time away. Far away from the cities where he'd probably drink himself to death. The corps gave him some solace and he quickly grew to appreciate his new career, though he's still green and hasn't seen too much.
 
  • Robert Sanford
  • Shorter than average and a bit on the stocky side, though still in rather good shape. Marines don't come in fat, not for long. He wears glasses, even though he got his eyesight fixed even before joining up - and while he claims it's because he got 'too used' to them, the real reason is much simpler: He thinks he looks dumb without them.
  • Corporal
  • While the others may be keeping everyone alive in their own way, when it comes to literally wrestling someone from the maw of death, if you'll forgive a bit of over-dramatization, I am the man everyone turns to. It took a long time to get used to it - that is, to fixing someone up not in a calm, well-lit and sterile OR, but in the middle of nowhere, with only the helmet lights and blood and bullets flying everywhere. But once you get a hang of it? Quite manageable.
  • Worked in a colony once. Things were calm for a while... then got bad enough they called in the marines. Long story short, Sanford ended up being called on to fix a couple of them up, a small price to pay for someone saving your ass. After having a good look at how they work and hearing a few stories about what they have to deal with, he decided keeping people like them alive is a damn good use of his skills. Fast forward through the training and the first rough years... and here we are.
 
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