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 Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:08 pm
!!ORIGIN!!
The year is 2852, over three hundred years since first contact and the Battle of Harvest. Earth and the various factions of its outreaching colony worlds have been rebuilding since the war with the Covenant. The Covenant, now controlled by a parliament headed by the Sangheili, Elites, are now human allies after heated debates and numerous protests. Three centuries have passed and times have settled to allow Earth to open its arms for many other sentient species in the deep void.
Another recurring project that has had much time to rebuild is the SPARTAN program, yes the valiant super soldiers that certainly turned the tide have had time to become a whole section of UNSC military and not a mere contingency force meant for last minute desperation. The SPARTAN program has advanced to hold over twenty-thousand of the famed soldiers at a time and much specialization has occurred to allow any single super soldier to be an individual and to leave their own standing mark on society.
Times are brewing though, and after a latest conflict with a sentient alliance known as the Breed of Avair, which will be explained, there is talk of something more sinister on the horizon. The time for gathering troops is at hand, the people are either in panic or in suspense wherever humans may be. SPARTANs however, are relishing the thought deep down, though many young or old may know this could be the end for them. It was what they were bred for, what they trained for, and besides there is the ever standing public rule.
SPARTANs never die.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:11 pm
::Characters::
Name: Duzell Tomoya
Age: 21
Class: Eclipse
Rank: Petty Officer Secound Class
Specialty: Sniping
Appearance: She wears her midnight blue hair in a pixie cut. She is pale and has emerald color eyes. Even though she's short she still gets the job done just as fast as anyone taller then her. (She ranges from 5'8" to 5' 9" and she's real skinny, but well built.)
Biography: Duzell is a short girl and sneaky to boot. She loves to sing and draw, most of the time wearing any sort of dark color she can. Sometimes red or white, but other then that nothing with to much to make her stand out. Being fast comes naturally to her. She was a part of the Omega Academy - 009 Space Station since she was recruited long ago. Like most spartans she too started off younge. She was one of the few whom was hyper and running about like a lunatic. While the others focused on strength she focused on sight and speed.
Name: Yuta Moyama
Age: 19
Class: Nova
Rank: Petty Officer Third Class
Specialty: Explosives (All verieties of explosives also in weapon form like rocket laugher, granade launcher, ect. He loves the explosives.)
Appearance: He is a short haird blond boy with silver eyes. His build is short. Unlike most of the male spartans he is about the high a normal female would be. He is skinny but musculare to the point he could hold his own against many foes with just his explosives. He is tan and he could be considered as almost femanin like, though without the whole drama and fitsieness of one.
Biography: Yuta is good with explosives, he was good from day one with them and was always good to count on. He loves to write and wear black and white. He prefers to keep to himself and tries to watch and listen rather then talk. He's easy to get along with and practically like just about anything or anyone. Though he prefers to be around people then to be left alone. You could say he contradicts himself when he keeps to himself yet wants to be around people. The academy he went to was none other then the Titan Prime. He was at first one of the few underlings that was the watcher and listener of ther group when he was recruited. Having done well under anothers orders he slowly rises in rank with and explosive outcome.
Name: Xia Ren
Age: 22
Class: Legionnaire
Rank: N/A
Specialty: Cyberwarfare, piloting, and hand-to-hand combat.
Appearance: Will explain in RP.
Biography: Xia Ren was born on one of the colony worlds that the Earth Alliance had sought after many years ago. Due to the strange form or radiation most of the inhabitants were still human but just a little off-kilter. Many of them bore abnormalities in their DNA that manifested in less obvious ways than some of the Chimera-class SPARTANs. In the case of Xia Ren when he was thirteen and a strange group attacked his homeworld of Midas he was chosen. Chosen for a new and innovative idea that would one day sweep the galaxy and the multi-verse. This "cult" was simply known by many as the Legion, and those like Xia Ren were known as the Legionnaires. When they were ready to impliment their plans into action they were ambushed, their headquarters lost and several groups of the Legionnaires were scattered and lost. Xia Ren was one of them, til being picked up by the UNSC and taken into SPARTAN custody and care to use his skills for a new purpose.
Name: Hay-Leigh R. Maverick
Age: 18
Class: Artemis
Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
Specialty: Infiltration, sabotage, and mid-range combat.
Appearance: Will explain in RP.
Biography: Hay-Leigh was one of many youngsters that were recruited into some of the off-branch academies for training SPARTANs. She entered with her older sister Racheal, and the two were obvious star candidates for the Storm project. They worked their way up in class and even graduated with honors into the project. Sadly such things don't always go as planned, and such was the case for these two siblings. No more than a year into being full-fledged SPARTANs and on a particular assignment that Hay-Leigh lost her sister in combat. More specifically to one that most SPARTANs now simply call the White Archangel, one who looked like one of them, fought like them, but was not like them. Upon the death of her sister she was moved to the next program that she was best suited for, Artemis. Time has a way of healing wounds but not the ones that were left upon the young Maverick as she still does hold thoughts of revenge that may or may not come to her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 6:13 pm
RULES:
1: I am freakin' gawd here, now respect me or I will drop a ban on your a**.
2: Respect others or I will kick your teeth in, then ban you.
3: No god-moding, you are a soldier, not a freakin' god or demi-god.
4: Keep your character in the limits of actual reality. Sure there are going to be some things allowed, but nothing too powerful.
5: No excessive swearing.
6: Follow Gaia ToS.
7: Have fun and enjoy! Welcome to the service soldier!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:01 pm
Duzell approached the the shore were pick up was supposed to be. Certain spartans will be going as well so she would feel at ease having at least someone she could trust at her back. Upon approaching the pick up point she noted that one spartan was already there and waiting. If memory recalled he was known as Yuta Moyama and exert at explosives and was never seen without his rocket laugher or C4. He had his helmet off and was currently tending to his weapons and greasing them down so there would be no problem with them, for where they were going would be hostile territory. Yuta noted Duzell's presence and set asside his weapon to stand at attention. Since she was a high ranked enlisted member he had to do as such in her presance. "As you were, Petty Officer Yuta," He did as told and went back to working on his weapons. She watched as the drop ship came to a land on the shore side to pick up the personel that would be going out along with her and the other spartans.
Yuta was releaved that the higher ups had sent a sniper in with the group. He may not be as bright as alot of the other spartans, but he was good at what he did. Sure he may look alittle feminin, but it dodn't stop him from doing his job right. He finished up his cleaning of his weapons and set them in place along his armor. Like most spartans he had to carry a standardized weapon as well. Often he had gone with the graunade launcher with machine gun peircing rounds, and that was not different from today. He was in thought when other personel decided to join them. It was the usual people, he oddly wonder as to whom else would join them. He knew one Spartan had yet to show and he wondered whom it was.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:46 pm
The next SPARTAN to arrive on the scene was a member of Artemis. Her caster bow in hand her armor was a dark scarlet that gleamed when any light shined upon it. The plasma casters on the palms of her gauntlets hummed with life as her slim visor, more of a recon variant, shined bright silver as she came upon the group and saluted the two higher officers. Hay-leigh, was one of few words nowadays and in her armor she stood at a fair six foot six inches, which meant without it she was roughly six foot even to six foot one. Letting the bow fold together she'd plant it onto the mag-lock on her back Red Hawk transport landed.
Much more sleek and heavily gunned than its predecessor the Pelican, the Red Hawk was a thing of their modern ingenuity as she boarded it without a single word, knowing their "liaison" operative would already be aboard. She'd heard of him, and his kind, but it was the first to actually see one as she took her seat and brought the harness over her armored form. Like many Artemis operatives she traveled light and always had her shields up and ready. Some would call it a combat paranoid but it was just Hay-Leigh being herself as she folded her arms across her chest and waiting for some manner of debriefing.
Meanwhile, when everyone had shuffled onto the transport vehicle there was one at the far end closest to the pilot's booth who had helmet off and was rapidly clicking away on a holopad of an omni-tool. He had a very Oriental style face, the almond shape eyes and his lips were rather full and were slightly pulled in. Rather, his bottom lip was pulled in while he was working away, showing he was deep in thought before he brought his strange gaze up to those assembled. His eyes glowed in the shadows cast around him, bright and almost white as if a shine-job had been done on them.
Clicking his tongue against his teeth he'd tousle his ebony black locks away from his forehead to reveal a strange bleeding effect around his forehead and going down to his temples. It appeared a deep blue that looked as if his skin were slowly turning it as there was even an evident blue tinge to his lips. As he waited for the last two SPARTANs to board he'd salute to both and ask aloud in an accented voice, a traveled one that said he'd seen it all, "Oi, so, we all ready to be knowin' what's the mission about?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 4:21 pm
Yuta slipped into the Red Hawk slipping to the far side in order to keep his back to the wall to see everyone. He watched as Duzell stepped on last and removed her helmet. He midnight blue pixie cut hair framed her face. His emerald eyes looking to everyone there before looking back out, "Good everyone's here it seems." She looked to the male that had just spoke, "Yes we are ready." She took as seat nearest the door to the ship. She unslung her sniper and placed it in her lap. Feeling safer with it there for the time being. She wanted to know of what they were going to be getting themselves into. As usual Spartans were sent out ahead of time and briefed on site. She knew this ship was much sturdier and more equiped then the Pelican before it had been. She had read the files on the prior war before the covenant had joined them as allies. Thay had lost many due to the insufficient ablities of the Pelican and drop pods. Most of them being shot down with little to having a servivor on them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 5:19 pm
"Right then, nobody feeling a bit nippy in their jammies about this then? Good, well here's what you need to know," Xia Ren would continue to speak as his eyes shimmered briefly. The strange orbs were obviously shifting from the fields of vision he could see in, now watching the group in ultra-violet to better get a look at them in the dark as he spoke. Activating his omni-tool he'd bring up a map of their current location and then highlight it with topography and other geographical occurrences. As he finished setting up the map he'd then highlight a single area as he'd continue speak.
"We've got ourselves a bit of a rat's nest, a high priority target that needs cleaning out except for a single fellow," Hitting a few keys on his omni-tool a holographic profile would be brought up a single target.
"Dropping in fast and low, trekking up the mountain and all after this fellow. A bio-engineer that has developed a new augment serum and plans to sell it to the highest bidder. You being SPARTANs I can't stress enough how bad it would be for the wrong team to have their own squads of super soldiers now can I?" He asked this in a wry ironic tone as his glittering orbs shined in the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 5:37 pm
Duzell and Yuta straightened up and an air of determination came across them as they listened, "Yes that would be bad." Duzell commented after a moment. Having to deal with creatures as stronge or stronger then they were would be a very big problem indeed. Yuta seemed a bit edgy and Duzell noted it she would soon come to know that his being edgy was him feeling uncomfortable. Each spartan had a unique trait. Yuta's being able to tell when something was wrong and Duzell's was speed and prescision.
Yuta was very cautsious when he asked his question, "Where will we land and how many will their be gaurding him?" He asked his silver eyes looking to the other male. Yuta was cleaning his other weapon that was manditory for him to carry along with his explosives. He seemed to be the kind of person who didn't like taking chances often, but would do it if it was a last resort.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:47 pm
((bump.....-looks at Vale- Pssst post already XD. lol))
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