II - Aspharr Reggero
III - Ryan Alexander
IV - Lambert Dunaway
V - Andross Victor
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Name: Kyle (James) Anderson
Appearance: Kyle, at 24 years of age, stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. He has long brown hair and dark blue eyes. His hair is of a silky texture despite it’s thickness and it tends to stay where Kyle puts it. His eyes are bright and you can see a large amount of expression through them.
Most of the times you see him, he will be wearing a black assault shirt and black assault pants. He wears a custom made black shoulder holster with three extra magazine holders on the opposite side.
When undercover or doing assassinations, he bears a black trench coat which conceals his arsenal. He does wear a light Kevlar vest but, that too, is hidden underneath his coat.
If there comes a time when he can’t ware his regular clothes, he will ware almost the same attire. He wears digitalized camouflage assault pants and shirt, varying on the terrain type, and wears a combat Kevlar vest, balaclava, and tactical helmet.
Personality: He is perfectly capable of being a smartass and, at times, does act like one. Other then that he is pretty laid back and follows orders pretty well. He likes to joke around because he feels as though if a job as serious as this is always serious, everyone will go insane, therefore, he tries his best to cheer them up. He is open to talk to anyone about anything because he likes to help people. There are rare times when he isn’t open to give advice and help out his team. One of the necessities for a successful fire team in Kyle’s book is that the team he is with needs to trust one another. They need to be close like family before they go into active duty. If someone makes a mistake, everyone needs to take the fall with him; they must all support one another. Like all the parts of a clock, they must function with precision, and if one piece fails, the clock won’t tell the time until the piece is replaced or fixed.
While on the field, he acts mostly the same. After all, he can’t change who he is. He might add quirks here and there to keep the unit lighthearted and to keep their morale up. He doesn’t, however, accept slacking and the impeding progress. Most importantly, he likes to stick to the task at hand.
Belongings: During his time with the military, Kyle’s firearm preference excelled greatly. As his knowledge about firearms grew, so did his quality of weapons. As his primary rifle, he started with the FAMAS but grew sour with the French rifle. He then moved on with the cliché AK-47 but soon realized the M-16 was indeed superior accuracy-wise. To increase his range of fire, he then bought a G3. he was happy with the German assault rifle but agreed with the critiques that it was outdated. Now hooked onto German firearms he picked one of the most trusted firearm makers in the world, Heckler und Koch or, more famously referred to as, H&K.
He tested out the G-36 and loved it. He researched the entire program and ordered two models. He ordered a G-36 and G-36C both with 2 round burst trigger groups. He was fine scope wise with the standard dual sighting on the standard model but had trouble with the C model. He bought a 3x zoom scope and made a mount himself for the Picatinny Rail. He made it so it mounted normally but made it so it spilt in 2 and met back up about an inch for the actual scope to fit on. That way he had dual sighting on his C model. Also, from HK, he bought an Mk.23 with a mountable laser sight for it as his sidearm. He also bought high capacity mags for it. And as an emergency firearm he had an 92F strapped to his right ankle with a silencer Justin case. He also bought 2 Glock 18s just to have some extra concealable power. He also custom built silencers for them. Lastly, he had a standard battle knife mounted on his right shoulder.
In his immediate search, he was disappointed in that he couldn’t find a reliable sniper rifle from them. He disliked the PSG-1 and the MSG-90 because he despised delayed rollers. He didn’t know why. After he was just shopping for pleasure, he came across an HK sniper known as the SL-8. He customized it to the extreme and it became his baby. He now had all of his firearms he would need. He wouldn’t carry them all at once but he would bring them all.
The gadgets he carried to fully accent his payload were frag ad WP grenades, and for non-lethal operations, flashbangs, and tear gas, and that is where he wore a MSA Millennium Gas Mask. He, lastly, carries trip wires, NVG/thermal, motion detectors and C4.
SL-8 Before Custom Work - http://petesdiscountfirearms.com/images/SL8-1_rifle.gif
SL-8 After Custom Work - http://www.arizonaresponsesystems.com/smith/hk/hksl801.jpg
Other: He considers himself an exceptional tactician and will give suggestions for operations. He knows CQC(Close-Quarters Combat) and aikijujitsu.
History: Kyle was born to wealthy parents and was raised like a normal child. He lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and went to a private school there. He received rather high marks. During the course of his childhood, he tried racing, football, surfing and other things but he never stuck with anything. His parents dreamed that he would take over the family business that spawned all their fortune. However, he did not want to take over their company. At that age, he didn’t care about unbreakable condoms.
By age 18, he was ready to go off to college. His parents had money saved up to sent him to Harvard but it never happened. Over the summer after his senior year, his parents were brutally murdered and all of their fortune gone.The police found out that some church radical killed them wanting to enforce sex before marriage teaching. Kyle had to sell the company, home and all their assets due to bills, minor debt, and restoration of the severely damaged house(from the murder). The crook, after stabbing them repeatedly, blew apart the foundation and left the house in a heap. The action also did left some money in his pocket. Not enough to go to school though. He knew now that the only way to get an education was if someone gave him a scholarship. He received several but none of it could cover any of the schools he wanted to attend. That is when he enlisted into the Army. He would have liked to go to one of his family member's houses but he had no where else to go. His parents lost contact with their families long before his birth. After Basic Training and a small tour. He applied for the Special Forces and was leading a team within 2 years after his Squad Leader was KIA. He led his Ranger Team through multiple operations and was accepted into the Delta Force, however, after 6 years of the Army, he was done. He wanted a normal life. He was Honorably Discharged with medals abroad including a Distinguished Service Cross, and 3 Purple Hearts.
One Purple Heart was received after becoming squad leader. He was still pretty young and inexperienced, however, so was his group. He accidentally led them into an ambush resulting in him getting shot in shoulder, through-and-through.
A second Purple Heart was during an operation in Afganistan, He lead his team in to recover intel from a bunker. He got it but on the way out, he was attacked resulting in them missing thier chopper. Basically his whole team received the Purple Heart, he personally was shot in the left arm. He re-established contact and were picked up 2 days later.
His last Purple Heart was acheived in a firefight in Iraq. one of his men was hit in the middle of a road and he went out with the medic to treat him. He was caught with a bullet right above the right part of his a** and it traveled up his back and ricocheted out off his rib, fracturing it.
He was given the Distinguished Service Cross upon his debreifing from his last operation. During that time, they reviewed his file and nominated him for it.
RP Sample: Kyle sat the his desolate apartment. It was desolate of life, furniture, and light. The shades were pulled and Kyle laid down on the blanket-less matress spread eagle. He was staring at the brownish colored ceiling. It wasn't painted brown either. The leaks were uncountable. Kyle didn't care though, he was only here for the night. He got up and poured himself some scotch. He sipped it and walked out of the room in his boxers. He looked through drawers and in between couch cushions. He finally found his cigarettes. Kyle wasn't one to drink or smoke, especailly on the job, but he didn't give a s**t anymore. He wasn't to go back home where he coud actually inhale without grimacing.
The smoke emitting from the cigarette was the air freshener of this apartment building. The blackened walls and cheap...everything was worn out. Finally his alarm went off. He smirked, "It 's about ********' time." He torn open the blinds flooding hell's doorstep with light. Kyle closed his eyes and sheilded them with his hand. oce his eyes were adjusted, he looked out the window across the streets of New York City. The curtains were extremely heavy or Kyle was extremely drunk. When the curtains were opened, the sounds of NYC were bustling around the room like it was taking part on that spot. Kyle took out binoculars and saw the building.
It was a bank, led by someone named Carl Johanson. Evidently, Carl was more then just a president of a bank. Kyle watched until the men sat down at his desk. Kyle put on earohones and listened.
Carl spoke to a non-visual person from Kyle's view, "It's going me a long day."
Kyle chuckled as he sipped his scotch, "Hoho, this day is goign to be over before you know it I assure you."
Kyle has been at the apartment for a week prior setting up plans, escape routes and emergency routes. Kyle was a fan of worst case senerios and planned for them accordingly.
Kyle spoke to himself while watching the prey from afar, " 3, 2, 1..aaaaand...meeting!"
Sure enough, Carl spoke, "Oh s**t. I have a meeting."
Kyle laughs and threw the binoculars on the couch. He didn't have much time. He got out his laptop and found a connection in the city and started presing buttons. He got out a 95M from it's case and loaded it. He set it by the open window. He pressed a few buttons and took another sip from the glass. He walked over to the window and saw the meeting commence. He put on the earphones and matched the presentation perfectly.
"Banks are one of most important networks to exist on this earth. They are in charge of loans and safeguarding your personal gain."
It went on and on and Kyle was quoting it like a favorite song. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He whipped around, "s**t!" He ran into the bedroom and returned with a silenced MP-9. He spoke, "Who is it?"
From the other side of the door a voice spoke, "NYPD. We have some questions for you." Kyle spoke, "Ummmm, this place is kind of a mess, how many people am I suspecting? I don't want two house parties this week." The detective chuckled, "Just me and Officer Bradley."
Kyle looked at the computer screen and the words were scrolling, " The time is near for action. These clients who try to beat the system must be punished!" Kyle knew that it had to go down now. If he missed this hit, he would have to spend another week planning. Kyle walked up to the door and opened it, the MP-9 held at his hip, "Officers...now isn't a good time. He pulled the trigger several times sending bullets into their chests. He dragged them in and onto the bed in a spooning position. He ran back to his rifle and shut the presentation off and got out a microphone while aiming at the culprits head.
Inside the meeting room the voice sounded masked and altered, "Mr. Hoban. Have you been wondering where all your money has been going? Have you? Let me ust tell you, Mr. Hoban, it isn't the clients cheating the system." Kyle paused as he pulled he bolt back and locked it back into place, "Mr. Johanson. Have you been selling weapons to the wrong people?" Just then a shot rang out and Mr Johanson was no longer in his seat, but on on the floor covered in blood."
Kyle spoke again, "Mr. Hoban, consider this, an engagement gift for you! I think that saving your bank chain is worth enough to Helen."
Meanwhile, Mr. Hoban had a look of horror on his face and Kyle said, "Oh don't look too surprised. It was either me or his suppliers! By the way, I'm looking forward to dinner next week."
Kyle cut the line and laughed, " I love ********' with 'em."
Appearance: Kyle, at 24 years of age, stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. He has long brown hair and dark blue eyes. His hair is of a silky texture despite it’s thickness and it tends to stay where Kyle puts it. His eyes are bright and you can see a large amount of expression through them.
Most of the times you see him, he will be wearing a black assault shirt and black assault pants. He wears a custom made black shoulder holster with three extra magazine holders on the opposite side.
When undercover or doing assassinations, he bears a black trench coat which conceals his arsenal. He does wear a light Kevlar vest but, that too, is hidden underneath his coat.
If there comes a time when he can’t ware his regular clothes, he will ware almost the same attire. He wears digitalized camouflage assault pants and shirt, varying on the terrain type, and wears a combat Kevlar vest, balaclava, and tactical helmet.
Personality: He is perfectly capable of being a smartass and, at times, does act like one. Other then that he is pretty laid back and follows orders pretty well. He likes to joke around because he feels as though if a job as serious as this is always serious, everyone will go insane, therefore, he tries his best to cheer them up. He is open to talk to anyone about anything because he likes to help people. There are rare times when he isn’t open to give advice and help out his team. One of the necessities for a successful fire team in Kyle’s book is that the team he is with needs to trust one another. They need to be close like family before they go into active duty. If someone makes a mistake, everyone needs to take the fall with him; they must all support one another. Like all the parts of a clock, they must function with precision, and if one piece fails, the clock won’t tell the time until the piece is replaced or fixed.
While on the field, he acts mostly the same. After all, he can’t change who he is. He might add quirks here and there to keep the unit lighthearted and to keep their morale up. He doesn’t, however, accept slacking and the impeding progress. Most importantly, he likes to stick to the task at hand.
Belongings: During his time with the military, Kyle’s firearm preference excelled greatly. As his knowledge about firearms grew, so did his quality of weapons. As his primary rifle, he started with the FAMAS but grew sour with the French rifle. He then moved on with the cliché AK-47 but soon realized the M-16 was indeed superior accuracy-wise. To increase his range of fire, he then bought a G3. he was happy with the German assault rifle but agreed with the critiques that it was outdated. Now hooked onto German firearms he picked one of the most trusted firearm makers in the world, Heckler und Koch or, more famously referred to as, H&K.
He tested out the G-36 and loved it. He researched the entire program and ordered two models. He ordered a G-36 and G-36C both with 2 round burst trigger groups. He was fine scope wise with the standard dual sighting on the standard model but had trouble with the C model. He bought a 3x zoom scope and made a mount himself for the Picatinny Rail. He made it so it mounted normally but made it so it spilt in 2 and met back up about an inch for the actual scope to fit on. That way he had dual sighting on his C model. Also, from HK, he bought an Mk.23 with a mountable laser sight for it as his sidearm. He also bought high capacity mags for it. And as an emergency firearm he had an 92F strapped to his right ankle with a silencer Justin case. He also bought 2 Glock 18s just to have some extra concealable power. He also custom built silencers for them. Lastly, he had a standard battle knife mounted on his right shoulder.
In his immediate search, he was disappointed in that he couldn’t find a reliable sniper rifle from them. He disliked the PSG-1 and the MSG-90 because he despised delayed rollers. He didn’t know why. After he was just shopping for pleasure, he came across an HK sniper known as the SL-8. He customized it to the extreme and it became his baby. He now had all of his firearms he would need. He wouldn’t carry them all at once but he would bring them all.
The gadgets he carried to fully accent his payload were frag ad WP grenades, and for non-lethal operations, flashbangs, and tear gas, and that is where he wore a MSA Millennium Gas Mask. He, lastly, carries trip wires, NVG/thermal, motion detectors and C4.
SL-8 Before Custom Work - http://petesdiscountfirearms.com/images/SL8-1_rifle.gif
SL-8 After Custom Work - http://www.arizonaresponsesystems.com/smith/hk/hksl801.jpg
Other: He considers himself an exceptional tactician and will give suggestions for operations. He knows CQC(Close-Quarters Combat) and aikijujitsu.
History: Kyle was born to wealthy parents and was raised like a normal child. He lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and went to a private school there. He received rather high marks. During the course of his childhood, he tried racing, football, surfing and other things but he never stuck with anything. His parents dreamed that he would take over the family business that spawned all their fortune. However, he did not want to take over their company. At that age, he didn’t care about unbreakable condoms.
By age 18, he was ready to go off to college. His parents had money saved up to sent him to Harvard but it never happened. Over the summer after his senior year, his parents were brutally murdered and all of their fortune gone.The police found out that some church radical killed them wanting to enforce sex before marriage teaching. Kyle had to sell the company, home and all their assets due to bills, minor debt, and restoration of the severely damaged house(from the murder). The crook, after stabbing them repeatedly, blew apart the foundation and left the house in a heap. The action also did left some money in his pocket. Not enough to go to school though. He knew now that the only way to get an education was if someone gave him a scholarship. He received several but none of it could cover any of the schools he wanted to attend. That is when he enlisted into the Army. He would have liked to go to one of his family member's houses but he had no where else to go. His parents lost contact with their families long before his birth. After Basic Training and a small tour. He applied for the Special Forces and was leading a team within 2 years after his Squad Leader was KIA. He led his Ranger Team through multiple operations and was accepted into the Delta Force, however, after 6 years of the Army, he was done. He wanted a normal life. He was Honorably Discharged with medals abroad including a Distinguished Service Cross, and 3 Purple Hearts.
One Purple Heart was received after becoming squad leader. He was still pretty young and inexperienced, however, so was his group. He accidentally led them into an ambush resulting in him getting shot in shoulder, through-and-through.
A second Purple Heart was during an operation in Afganistan, He lead his team in to recover intel from a bunker. He got it but on the way out, he was attacked resulting in them missing thier chopper. Basically his whole team received the Purple Heart, he personally was shot in the left arm. He re-established contact and were picked up 2 days later.
His last Purple Heart was acheived in a firefight in Iraq. one of his men was hit in the middle of a road and he went out with the medic to treat him. He was caught with a bullet right above the right part of his a** and it traveled up his back and ricocheted out off his rib, fracturing it.
He was given the Distinguished Service Cross upon his debreifing from his last operation. During that time, they reviewed his file and nominated him for it.
RP Sample: Kyle sat the his desolate apartment. It was desolate of life, furniture, and light. The shades were pulled and Kyle laid down on the blanket-less matress spread eagle. He was staring at the brownish colored ceiling. It wasn't painted brown either. The leaks were uncountable. Kyle didn't care though, he was only here for the night. He got up and poured himself some scotch. He sipped it and walked out of the room in his boxers. He looked through drawers and in between couch cushions. He finally found his cigarettes. Kyle wasn't one to drink or smoke, especailly on the job, but he didn't give a s**t anymore. He wasn't to go back home where he coud actually inhale without grimacing.
The smoke emitting from the cigarette was the air freshener of this apartment building. The blackened walls and cheap...everything was worn out. Finally his alarm went off. He smirked, "It 's about ********' time." He torn open the blinds flooding hell's doorstep with light. Kyle closed his eyes and sheilded them with his hand. oce his eyes were adjusted, he looked out the window across the streets of New York City. The curtains were extremely heavy or Kyle was extremely drunk. When the curtains were opened, the sounds of NYC were bustling around the room like it was taking part on that spot. Kyle took out binoculars and saw the building.
It was a bank, led by someone named Carl Johanson. Evidently, Carl was more then just a president of a bank. Kyle watched until the men sat down at his desk. Kyle put on earohones and listened.
Carl spoke to a non-visual person from Kyle's view, "It's going me a long day."
Kyle chuckled as he sipped his scotch, "Hoho, this day is goign to be over before you know it I assure you."
Kyle has been at the apartment for a week prior setting up plans, escape routes and emergency routes. Kyle was a fan of worst case senerios and planned for them accordingly.
Kyle spoke to himself while watching the prey from afar, " 3, 2, 1..aaaaand...meeting!"
Sure enough, Carl spoke, "Oh s**t. I have a meeting."
Kyle laughs and threw the binoculars on the couch. He didn't have much time. He got out his laptop and found a connection in the city and started presing buttons. He got out a 95M from it's case and loaded it. He set it by the open window. He pressed a few buttons and took another sip from the glass. He walked over to the window and saw the meeting commence. He put on the earphones and matched the presentation perfectly.
"Banks are one of most important networks to exist on this earth. They are in charge of loans and safeguarding your personal gain."
It went on and on and Kyle was quoting it like a favorite song. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. He whipped around, "s**t!" He ran into the bedroom and returned with a silenced MP-9. He spoke, "Who is it?"
From the other side of the door a voice spoke, "NYPD. We have some questions for you." Kyle spoke, "Ummmm, this place is kind of a mess, how many people am I suspecting? I don't want two house parties this week." The detective chuckled, "Just me and Officer Bradley."
Kyle looked at the computer screen and the words were scrolling, " The time is near for action. These clients who try to beat the system must be punished!" Kyle knew that it had to go down now. If he missed this hit, he would have to spend another week planning. Kyle walked up to the door and opened it, the MP-9 held at his hip, "Officers...now isn't a good time. He pulled the trigger several times sending bullets into their chests. He dragged them in and onto the bed in a spooning position. He ran back to his rifle and shut the presentation off and got out a microphone while aiming at the culprits head.
Inside the meeting room the voice sounded masked and altered, "Mr. Hoban. Have you been wondering where all your money has been going? Have you? Let me ust tell you, Mr. Hoban, it isn't the clients cheating the system." Kyle paused as he pulled he bolt back and locked it back into place, "Mr. Johanson. Have you been selling weapons to the wrong people?" Just then a shot rang out and Mr Johanson was no longer in his seat, but on on the floor covered in blood."
Kyle spoke again, "Mr. Hoban, consider this, an engagement gift for you! I think that saving your bank chain is worth enough to Helen."
Meanwhile, Mr. Hoban had a look of horror on his face and Kyle said, "Oh don't look too surprised. It was either me or his suppliers! By the way, I'm looking forward to dinner next week."
Kyle cut the line and laughed, " I love ********' with 'em."
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Username: Alucard von Dracali
Character Name: Aspharr Reggero
Age: 108
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Side: Evil Empire
Weapons: He has the "mace/spear" (like in the picture) that hs the ability to collaspe and retract for storge on his person. He also has two 3 foot blades built into each gaunlet that he can trigger to extend and retract whenever he wishes. He doesn't have any more belongings other than his weapons because he has been wandering for quite some time and wished to pack light.
God Your Character Worships: Sailus
Powers/Abilities: Wind/Air
Personality: A tactician by nature, he has the ability to quickly and decisively give orders. He is a well balanced individual and always tries to be as moral as possible.
Description: He wears reinforced armor and has blue robes underneath. He has flowing blonde hair and looks relatively young. He stands at approx. 6'1" and weighs around 175 lbs.
Appearance: Aspharr Reggero
Bio: Aspharr was a full supporter of the Empire. He lived a good life and he was a happy man and a rather prominent member of the Armed Forces (at least in his regiment). After the peasant rebellion, he went to go "put down the rebellion" but he didn't realize they meant slaughter them. He went AWOL and joined the rebel army and pledged allegiance to the new faction.
Character Name: Aspharr Reggero
Age: 108
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Side: Evil Empire
Weapons: He has the "mace/spear" (like in the picture) that hs the ability to collaspe and retract for storge on his person. He also has two 3 foot blades built into each gaunlet that he can trigger to extend and retract whenever he wishes. He doesn't have any more belongings other than his weapons because he has been wandering for quite some time and wished to pack light.
God Your Character Worships: Sailus
Powers/Abilities: Wind/Air
Personality: A tactician by nature, he has the ability to quickly and decisively give orders. He is a well balanced individual and always tries to be as moral as possible.
Description: He wears reinforced armor and has blue robes underneath. He has flowing blonde hair and looks relatively young. He stands at approx. 6'1" and weighs around 175 lbs.
Appearance: Aspharr Reggero
Bio: Aspharr was a full supporter of the Empire. He lived a good life and he was a happy man and a rather prominent member of the Armed Forces (at least in his regiment). After the peasant rebellion, he went to go "put down the rebellion" but he didn't realize they meant slaughter them. He went AWOL and joined the rebel army and pledged allegiance to the new faction.
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Username: Alucard von Dracali
Character Name: Ryan Alexander
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Weapons: During his time with the military, Kyle’s firearm preference excelled greatly. As his knowledge about firearms grew, so did his quality of weapons. As his primary rifle, he started with the FAMAS but grew sour with the French rifle. He then moved on with the cliché AK-47 but soon realized the M-16 was indeed superior accuracy-wise. To increase his range of fire, he then bought a G3. he was happy with the German assault rifle but agreed with the critiques that it was outdated. Now hooked onto German firearms he picked one of the most trusted firearm makers in the world, Heckler und Koch or, more famously referred to as, H&K.
He tested out the G-36 and loved it. He researched the entire program and ordered two models. He ordered a G-36 and G-36C both with 2 round burst trigger groups. He was fine scope wise with the standard dual sighting on the standard model but had trouble with the C model. He bought a 3x zoom scope and made a mount himself for the Picatinny Rail. He made it so it mounted normally but made it so it spilt in 2 and met back up about an inch for the actual scope to fit on. That way he had dual sighting on his C model. Also, from HK, he bought an Mk.23 with a mountable laser sight for it as his sidearm. He also bought high capacity mags for it. And as an emergency firearm he had an 92F strapped to his right ankle with a silencer Justin case. He also bought 2 Glock 18s just to have some extra concealable power. He also custom built silencers for them. Lastly, he had a standard battle knife mounted on his right shoulder.
In his immediate search, he was disappointed in that he couldn’t find a reliable sniper rifle from them. He disliked the PSG-1 and the MSG-90 because he despised delayed rollers. He didn’t know why. After he was just shopping for pleasure, he came across an HK sniper known as the SL-8. He customized it to the extreme and it became his baby. He now had all of his firearms he would need. He wouldn’t carry them all at once but he would bring them all.
The gadgets he carried to fully accent his payload were frag ad WP grenades, and for non-lethal operations, flashbangs, and tear gas, and that is where he wore a MSA Millennium Gas Mask. He, lastly, carries trip wires, NVG/thermal, motion detectors and C4.
SL-8 Before Custom Work - http://petesdiscountfirearms.com/images/SL8-1_rifle.gif
SL-8 After Custom Work - http://www.arizonaresponsesystems.com/smith/hk/hksl801.jpg
Specialty: Demolitions and Electronics (hacking, hot-wiring, etc)
Personality: He is perfectly capable of being a smartass and, at times, does act like one. Other then that he is pretty laid back and follows orders pretty well. He likes to joke around because he feels as though if a job as serious as this is always serious, everyone will go insane, therefore, he tries his best to cheer them up. He is open to talk to anyone about anything because he likes to help people. There are rare times when he isn’t open to give advice and help out his team. One of the necessities for a successful fire team in Kyle’s book is that the team he is with needs to trust one another. They need to be close like family before they go into active duty. If someone makes a mistake, everyone needs to take the fall with him; they must all support one another. Like all the parts of a clock, they must function with precision, and if one piece fails, the clock won’t tell the time until the piece is replaced or fixed.
While on the field, he acts mostly the same. After all, he can’t change who he is. He might add quirks here and there to keep the unit lighthearted and to keep their morale up. He doesn’t, however, accept slacking and the impeding progress. Most importantly, he likes to stick to the task at hand.
Description:
Bio: Ryan was a solider by nature. He was always one to play "Army" or play "Guns" as a child. When his parents took his toy guns away, he would use sticks or his hands. He only dreamed of doing it in real life one day. He attended West Point and graduated 2nd in his class. He served the mandatory 5 years in the army eventually deciding to join the U.S. Rangers. After he resigned from his squad leader position, he was recommended to be stationed at Defense Base 1121 under Lance McAllister.
Character Name: Ryan Alexander
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Weapons: During his time with the military, Kyle’s firearm preference excelled greatly. As his knowledge about firearms grew, so did his quality of weapons. As his primary rifle, he started with the FAMAS but grew sour with the French rifle. He then moved on with the cliché AK-47 but soon realized the M-16 was indeed superior accuracy-wise. To increase his range of fire, he then bought a G3. he was happy with the German assault rifle but agreed with the critiques that it was outdated. Now hooked onto German firearms he picked one of the most trusted firearm makers in the world, Heckler und Koch or, more famously referred to as, H&K.
He tested out the G-36 and loved it. He researched the entire program and ordered two models. He ordered a G-36 and G-36C both with 2 round burst trigger groups. He was fine scope wise with the standard dual sighting on the standard model but had trouble with the C model. He bought a 3x zoom scope and made a mount himself for the Picatinny Rail. He made it so it mounted normally but made it so it spilt in 2 and met back up about an inch for the actual scope to fit on. That way he had dual sighting on his C model. Also, from HK, he bought an Mk.23 with a mountable laser sight for it as his sidearm. He also bought high capacity mags for it. And as an emergency firearm he had an 92F strapped to his right ankle with a silencer Justin case. He also bought 2 Glock 18s just to have some extra concealable power. He also custom built silencers for them. Lastly, he had a standard battle knife mounted on his right shoulder.
In his immediate search, he was disappointed in that he couldn’t find a reliable sniper rifle from them. He disliked the PSG-1 and the MSG-90 because he despised delayed rollers. He didn’t know why. After he was just shopping for pleasure, he came across an HK sniper known as the SL-8. He customized it to the extreme and it became his baby. He now had all of his firearms he would need. He wouldn’t carry them all at once but he would bring them all.
The gadgets he carried to fully accent his payload were frag ad WP grenades, and for non-lethal operations, flashbangs, and tear gas, and that is where he wore a MSA Millennium Gas Mask. He, lastly, carries trip wires, NVG/thermal, motion detectors and C4.
SL-8 Before Custom Work - http://petesdiscountfirearms.com/images/SL8-1_rifle.gif
SL-8 After Custom Work - http://www.arizonaresponsesystems.com/smith/hk/hksl801.jpg
Specialty: Demolitions and Electronics (hacking, hot-wiring, etc)
Personality: He is perfectly capable of being a smartass and, at times, does act like one. Other then that he is pretty laid back and follows orders pretty well. He likes to joke around because he feels as though if a job as serious as this is always serious, everyone will go insane, therefore, he tries his best to cheer them up. He is open to talk to anyone about anything because he likes to help people. There are rare times when he isn’t open to give advice and help out his team. One of the necessities for a successful fire team in Kyle’s book is that the team he is with needs to trust one another. They need to be close like family before they go into active duty. If someone makes a mistake, everyone needs to take the fall with him; they must all support one another. Like all the parts of a clock, they must function with precision, and if one piece fails, the clock won’t tell the time until the piece is replaced or fixed.
While on the field, he acts mostly the same. After all, he can’t change who he is. He might add quirks here and there to keep the unit lighthearted and to keep their morale up. He doesn’t, however, accept slacking and the impeding progress. Most importantly, he likes to stick to the task at hand.
Description:
Bio: Ryan was a solider by nature. He was always one to play "Army" or play "Guns" as a child. When his parents took his toy guns away, he would use sticks or his hands. He only dreamed of doing it in real life one day. He attended West Point and graduated 2nd in his class. He served the mandatory 5 years in the army eventually deciding to join the U.S. Rangers. After he resigned from his squad leader position, he was recommended to be stationed at Defense Base 1121 under Lance McAllister.
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Username: Alucard von Dracali
Character Name: Lambert Dunaway
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Weapons: He carries a high-velocity rifle with a high-power scope, a repeating blaster with a Deci-Spectrum inhibitor (it helps suppress noise and light discharge from the weapon), as well as a plasma sword just in case.
Powers/Abilities: He has the ablity to create deflector shield bubbles around himself and nearby objects. He can also evaluate any combat situation and instantly know an effective method of neutralization.
Belongings: He has a pack that carries mostly rations, a canteen with water, aHe has a basic med-kit, just gauze and a clotting substance. He finally carries some adrenilene shots and some pain killers just in case of wounds.
Personality: His personality can vary from very friendly to a complete a*****e. He is one of the few people that know Renault on a personal level aand is extremely protective over him. If you give off a bad vibe, Lambert will not only speak little to you (if any), he will keep a close eye on you or stay close to Renault...whichever is more suitable.
Description: He stands at a decant size of 6'3". Standing on a muscular frame, he is a rather fearsome one to be in the presance of. His face is attractive although riddled with battle-scars that gives him the appearance of the walking dead. He owns a set of sparkling blue eyes that can somehow still give a violent stare that peers down into the darkest depths of your soul. Lambert has shortish-medum length hair but he always has it slicked back out of his face so it doesn't get in the way.
Appearance: None
Bio: Dunaway was the most prestigous and infamous of the Special Operations Division since it's existance. He had countless hours in the field and almost as many creating tactics and training his men. When Renault first came into the military base, Dunway saw him and tried to contact him but he saw no one. Weeks passed but suddenly the base was evacuavted adn chaos was everywhere. There was talk of a bomb...a...smart bomb. Lambert left the compound to go to the off-site secondary bunker. he made his way inside and sealed the door just in tim to hear a deafening roar.
Dunaway emerged from the bunker soon after but the radiation and still flying shrapnel blinded him and the shrapnel rendered his leg lame. Dunaway knew he still had to survive, he knew he had to be a leader to the suriviors left. he knew had he to get to the Succubus’ Den because of the well known bunker there, but he couldn't get there without sight. From memory, he found an old grocery store that, luckily, had a storage room underground. He got his rations from there and though that is how he would live his life...until a man came along and gave him sight...until a man came along and... changed his life.
Character Name: Lambert Dunaway
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Weapons: He carries a high-velocity rifle with a high-power scope, a repeating blaster with a Deci-Spectrum inhibitor (it helps suppress noise and light discharge from the weapon), as well as a plasma sword just in case.
Powers/Abilities: He has the ablity to create deflector shield bubbles around himself and nearby objects. He can also evaluate any combat situation and instantly know an effective method of neutralization.
Belongings: He has a pack that carries mostly rations, a canteen with water, aHe has a basic med-kit, just gauze and a clotting substance. He finally carries some adrenilene shots and some pain killers just in case of wounds.
Personality: His personality can vary from very friendly to a complete a*****e. He is one of the few people that know Renault on a personal level aand is extremely protective over him. If you give off a bad vibe, Lambert will not only speak little to you (if any), he will keep a close eye on you or stay close to Renault...whichever is more suitable.
Description: He stands at a decant size of 6'3". Standing on a muscular frame, he is a rather fearsome one to be in the presance of. His face is attractive although riddled with battle-scars that gives him the appearance of the walking dead. He owns a set of sparkling blue eyes that can somehow still give a violent stare that peers down into the darkest depths of your soul. Lambert has shortish-medum length hair but he always has it slicked back out of his face so it doesn't get in the way.
Appearance: None
Bio: Dunaway was the most prestigous and infamous of the Special Operations Division since it's existance. He had countless hours in the field and almost as many creating tactics and training his men. When Renault first came into the military base, Dunway saw him and tried to contact him but he saw no one. Weeks passed but suddenly the base was evacuavted adn chaos was everywhere. There was talk of a bomb...a...smart bomb. Lambert left the compound to go to the off-site secondary bunker. he made his way inside and sealed the door just in tim to hear a deafening roar.
Dunaway emerged from the bunker soon after but the radiation and still flying shrapnel blinded him and the shrapnel rendered his leg lame. Dunaway knew he still had to survive, he knew he had to be a leader to the suriviors left. he knew had he to get to the Succubus’ Den because of the well known bunker there, but he couldn't get there without sight. From memory, he found an old grocery store that, luckily, had a storage room underground. He got his rations from there and though that is how he would live his life...until a man came along and gave him sight...until a man came along and... changed his life.
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Username: Alucard von Dracali
Character Name: Andross Victor
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Weapons: G-36K, USP .45
Specialty: Pilot & Demolitions Expert
Abilities: Computer Hacking
Belongings: "The Survivalist Guide" and dog tags
Personality: He's a fine solider. He is trustworthy and capable. He get's the job done but can and will challenge and order or tactic that he doesn't see as effective. One fault he has is not only will he challenge it, he'll take matters into his own hands against the will of his CO. This fault he has, however, is justifiable and will be explained in his bio.
Description: Andross stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. He has short brown hair and dark blue eyes. His eyes are bright and you can see a large amount of expression through them.
Appearance: ---
Bio: Andross became a pilot right after getting out of the acadamy. He got out of the acadamy at age 21 and for two years was a fighter pilot stationed on one of the most renown super carriers of their day, the S.S. Ross. After two years, he realized that his true calling was starships and for the past 12 years, he was the pilot for the S.S. Prime, a battleship that was nicknamed the "Persevering Prime" because of how it seemed to survive every encounter it entered even if just by a hair. Andross was publicly named the prime reason for it's survivability and he was awarded the Medal of Honor. Because of this, his Captain stopped giving manuvearing orders to him and focused on other areas on combat allowing Andross' tactical expertise make his own decisions in combat.
Unfortunately, during his 12th year, a new captain was appointed as the old one was transferred to a brand new ship to call his own. Needless to say, Victor and this new CO didn't get along and during one excursion he disobeyed a direct order from his captain. Although he saved the ship, the captain (who was "close" with the Fleet Admiral at the time) got charges pressed on him, "Behavior unacceptable from an officer" and "endangering the crew".
The galaxy went into uproar and small revolts occured. Naturally, Andross participated in them and was jailed from his actions. That...is how he got on the ship.
He doesn't even want to be free..."If it was up to me, I'd go back to the Prime. That's all I want. All I wanna do is fly."
Character Name: Andross Victor
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Weapons: G-36K, USP .45
Specialty: Pilot & Demolitions Expert
Abilities: Computer Hacking
Belongings: "The Survivalist Guide" and dog tags
Personality: He's a fine solider. He is trustworthy and capable. He get's the job done but can and will challenge and order or tactic that he doesn't see as effective. One fault he has is not only will he challenge it, he'll take matters into his own hands against the will of his CO. This fault he has, however, is justifiable and will be explained in his bio.
Description: Andross stands at approximately six feet three inches and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds. He has short brown hair and dark blue eyes. His eyes are bright and you can see a large amount of expression through them.
Appearance: ---
Bio: Andross became a pilot right after getting out of the acadamy. He got out of the acadamy at age 21 and for two years was a fighter pilot stationed on one of the most renown super carriers of their day, the S.S. Ross. After two years, he realized that his true calling was starships and for the past 12 years, he was the pilot for the S.S. Prime, a battleship that was nicknamed the "Persevering Prime" because of how it seemed to survive every encounter it entered even if just by a hair. Andross was publicly named the prime reason for it's survivability and he was awarded the Medal of Honor. Because of this, his Captain stopped giving manuvearing orders to him and focused on other areas on combat allowing Andross' tactical expertise make his own decisions in combat.
Unfortunately, during his 12th year, a new captain was appointed as the old one was transferred to a brand new ship to call his own. Needless to say, Victor and this new CO didn't get along and during one excursion he disobeyed a direct order from his captain. Although he saved the ship, the captain (who was "close" with the Fleet Admiral at the time) got charges pressed on him, "Behavior unacceptable from an officer" and "endangering the crew".
The galaxy went into uproar and small revolts occured. Naturally, Andross participated in them and was jailed from his actions. That...is how he got on the ship.
He doesn't even want to be free..."If it was up to me, I'd go back to the Prime. That's all I want. All I wanna do is fly."
