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49,402 | 1,334 | 16 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
"Well this is certainly noisy..." I said as I looked over at the others. I was already in a bad mood thanks to my lack of morning coffee, and I had a headache. I was happy to see my brother again but other then that, I just really wanted to shoot somthing. I sighed and leaned against the haul of ship again. It was moments like these that I really, really, really want a vacation. Or a beer. Or both. Yeah, both is good.
Eli Matthews
I shrugged and shook my head. "Hopefully we'll get on the ship soon. I can't wait to get off this rock." I responded as I cracked my neck. I hadn't actually gone out on any missions for a while and I was itching to be useful. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,403 | 1,334 | 17 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commader Rin Monroe
I recall once when I was a cadet I went to a party. It was the first time I had ever gotten drunk, and I mean really drunk. I can remember looking around, and it seemed like everyone was acting so strangely. When in reality they were all perfectly normal. Oh how I wish I could blame what I just witnessed on some drunken hallucination...
Aside from the all the broken protocol and lack of respect this was like an orgy of stupidity and hypocritical bullshit. I'd honestly hate to know what my blood pressure is like right now. This is why I strongly dislike choosing a team based off of their files, you never really know what someone is like or how they interact with others until you've spent time with them. Without any hesitation I draw my side arm and fire three shots into a near by concrete pillar. "This is God." I say holding up my gun for the group to see. "God is a large caliber hand gun. And I swear by God that if any of you ever pull this kind of shit again I will rain down the wrath of God on you. I suggest you make this fact your religion." I say in a commanding, harsh, and unpleasant tone. After a few seconds I re-holster my gun.
Taking a few steps towards Eric I focus my attention on him. "If you ever threaten me I will put you out that very same airlock before you know what hit you." I say in a low and menacing voice. I press a piece of paper to his chest. "Everyone step forward to receive your bunking assignments." I say loudly and hold up a stack of papers in my other hand. Turning, I walk to right beside the entrance of the ship. "Also, due to the complete lack of respect and disregard for military conduct you'll all be confined to your quarters for the rest of the day and you all have volunteered for janitorial duties, feel free to thank those responsible and the regular crew of this ship greatly appreciates your generosity." I announce and then take a deep breath. I could hear the laughter of the ship's crew coming from on board. Apparently they were amused by the situation.
Rin
Brandy & Raina
Azurael & Giovanna
Ray & Brine
Derek & Hunter
Eli & Abbie
Eric & Chris | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,404 | 1,334 | 18 | 2,369 | 211 | Brine
After the second shot I more or less quit paying attention to what Commander Monroe was saying, not that I didn't think it was important but I was slightly more concerned with the bullet now lodged in my leg. Thankfully the third shot drowned out any noise I made when struck by the ricochet, I recovered in time to catch the part about being confined to quarters and janitorial duties. After Commander Monroe walked to the loading ramp of the ship I took a look for Capt. Carson and when I spotted her, waved in her direction saying.
"Captain Carson, your slotted to be the squad medic correct?" I asked to which she nodded an affirmative, then I continued. "there's something urgent I need to speak to you about after we receive our bunking orders." I say as normally as I can and hang to the back of the group, with barely any sign that there's a hole in my leg.
Derek
Showing my displeasure by letting out a loud groan I start walking towards the C.O. to get my room assignment. 'I swear if I'm bunked with one of those assholes I'm going to make his life miserable for as long as this trip last!' I think to myself as I take my piece of paper. I look down at it as I continue into the ship and I can't help but smile. 'O fuck yeah, Welcome to hell bitch.' I was paired with the man that shot his mouth off at the coms officer. Now to find something fun to do to make this trip unforgettable. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,405 | 1,334 | 19 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I nearly leap out of my skin at the sound of the shots. I patiently wait through the admonitions Rin deals to us with.
Well, I think to myself, that could have gone so much worse. I could have been demoted again but I have only scored a days confinement and janitorial duties. I should work on my temper. I would ask Rin, after all she is the Commander, but I am too worried she'll laugh at me. I've been laughed at before by superiors when I have tried to ask for their help, either that I have been told off or told not to be such a coward. Rin will probably be too busy.
I walk forward and take the piece of paper with my room assignment. I thank Rin before checking it. I grin, I got Giovanna! I like her attitude, hopefully she is just as happy as I am with the assignment.
I continue onto the ship and towards the quarters where I will be spending the day. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,406 | 1,334 | 20 | 336 | 3,437 | CAPTAIN CHRIS HENDERSON
I was late and i was not very happy about it. My transport was an old type. And i swear that the reactor had almost overloaded at least five times. So you can imagine the relief i felt when i finally saw my destination glimmering in the distance. I was so happy i even drank some of my whiskey which i had hidden into my coat. There where a lot of things hidden in my coat. One of those things being my gun. Some more whiskey and scotch, and of course a pack of smokes. My duffle bag had the regular stuff. We docked and i could hear the usual ads shouting about some product being better that that product. I sighed in relief when i stepped out of the almost falling apart transporter. And went On my way To the other transporter where i would meet the rest of my crew. On they way there i bumped into a couple of engineers who seemed to be eyeing my coat. I opened my coat showing them my gun and they quickly looked the other way.
I finally made it to the docking bay and walked one very strange scene. Rin lee Monroe my commander had just fired a few bullets into a wall and then went on a rant that here gun was god. And that they where all to have Janitorial duties for the rest of the day. She then gave them bunking assignments not noticing me at all. I put my poker face on and walked over to here nodding at everyone. I then stopped a respectful 2 meters away from here saluted and said in a relaxed but respectful tone. " Captain Chris Henderson reporting for duty commander. My apologies for being a little late my transport had a few issues on the way here." I gulped and waited for a response. Hoping that that response was not a punch in the face. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,407 | 1,334 | 21 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
'These officers sure know how to blow hot air don't they.' I think to myself as all of a sudden chaos erupted around me. Another hot-headed officer shouted out my call-sign and started telling me stuff I already knew. Of course I'm an ass-hole, dealing with idiots your entire life will do that to you. Then of course there were the comments from the others that I barely heard over all the other rabble noise. Sighing inwardly I close my eyes for a quick second. This mission was going to be a chore. Why couldn't everyone just let me do my job?
Every other unit I've been in usually started like this though. The officers would try to control me. Attempt to get me to be the "good soldier". They'd try being hard at first, thinking they can intimidate me into doing what they want. They'd threaten my life, rank, and pay, but that never worked. Then they'd try being nice, saying I won't ever get promoted past sergeant unless I straighten up. Oh well, I like my rank, I can do what I need to do without all the political B.S. that comes with being an officer. Eventually though every officer comes around and accepts it. I'm a soldier, and a damned good one. Once my boots hit the battlefield they see who I really am. A God damned killer of men and all they need to do is point me in the right direction and let me go. Yea combat is the only place I care to follow orders, as long as they're not a mistake.
'BANG BANG BANG!' The sound reverberated around the big hanger, snapping my eyes open. I had to force myself to not level my rifle at Commander Monroe's head as my combat reflexes tried to kick in at the unexpected gunfire. My wide eyes, fast breathing, and a slight twitch of my finger touching the trigger on my rifle, were the only signs of the quick struggle against instinct. I take a breath to calm myself as the Commander speaks. Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, and petting Lea's head a bit, but not for very long as the Commander shoved a piece of paper into my chest. Grabbing it with my hand I glance at my bunk assignment before looking up at the Commander. She has guts, and a strength about her that I haven't seen in the higher ranks before.
"Very well, M'am. I believe we have an understanding," I tell her, snapping a quick salute. My eyes not leaving hers for the brief formal moment. "If that is all, M'am, I'll set up my bunk and get on with cleaning this tub," I add. Waiting a few moments for a reply before heading into the ship, Lea trailing behind me, her bushy tail wagging.
I find my assigned room and drop my bags on one of the beds, along with my rifle before sitting down. I watch Lea as she walks around the room sniffing at the other beds and simple furnishings before coming back over to me. Staring into her dark brown eyes I can't help but smile. "Always in a good mood aren't you girl?" I ask her with a small chuckle. She just barks and wags her tail a bit as I pat her head. After a few moments of just petting Lea I straighten up on my bed and stretch. The servos of my arm whining quietly with the strain. "Well, let's get this over with," I say to myself as I look around for a broom before starting to sweep the small room. | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,408 | 1,334 | 22 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
I took the bunking assignments and gulped when I saw I was bunking with Commander Monroe. The woman was terrifying! There was no way I was going to be getting any sleep tonight. I glanced at her briefly and sighed. Why was I freaking out so much? She was human after all. She couldn't be completely heartless and terrifying. I mean, yeah, sure she could probably kill me 500 different ways with her pinkie but maybe she wouldn't be so bad if I got to know her. I was at a loss as to how one would get to know their superior officer, but I'd figure out a way. After all, if I did end up pissing her off and her killing me I'd just go through Rebirth again. Hopefully anyway, unless she figured out a way to stop that... Which she probably could... Crap, I'm totally dead. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
-Picture: |
49,409 | 1,334 | 23 | 866 | 228 | Eli Matthews
I sighed and took my bunking assignment. I looked at it and was slightly confused as to who I was bunking with. I knew no one, oh well I'd find out soon enough. I looked at my sister and noticed that she had a mildly terrified look on her face, while looking at her bunk assignment. I saw her look at Commander Monroe and I tried not to laugh. She must have been the unlucky soul that got to bunk with the devil. I did have to admit that her choice of name for her gun was amusing, if not slightly fear inspiring. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
-Picture: |
49,410 | 1,334 | 24 | 1,963 | 1,055 | Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
I was in the middle of tinkering with a device when I heard 3 loud gun shots fire. I flinched before looking at the source of the noise. Rin Lee Monroe stood in my vision. Spouting something about God being a pistol, or rather a gun in general. Now, I'm not much for religion, I really think the whole thing is a farce to control people, but damn, I can't really argue with God being a gun. Just a different way of controlling people I suppose. Considering that I am part of the Rebirth program, I'm not too afraid of guns, but I wouldn't want to be on the bad side of Monroe. I bet she'd make sure that I wasn't dead enough to warrant a rebirth, and then keep shooting me.
Aside from all this noise, I took a look at my bunking assignment. "Eli Matthews?" I murmured. My room mate to be. I'm quite certain this is a woman. I chuckled to myself when I thought of a guy named 'Eli'. However, man or woman, as long as I get peace and quiet and they don't touch my stuff, everything will go swimmingly.
Janitorial duties..? Really guys? I thought people in the military would know better than to piss off the commander. Ah whatever. At least I get to take the rest of the day off in my room, right?
As everyone disbanded, I promptly walked into my room. Time to dominate the only desk in this bunker. Which I did so with gusto. My work was important after all. I need this desk. If Eli has a problem with it, they'll have to strike a deal with me first. | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,411 | 1,334 | 25 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
I was a little concerned when Lt. Commander Sharp spoke directly to me. Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble already? Well, I guess we're all in trouble thanks to those dumbasses who shot off at each other and the Commander. Who does that? Any ways, I'm getting distracted. "Yes sir, of course." I say with a swift nod. I hung towards the back with him. After being some of the last to take our bunking assignments we step inside the ship and down a corridor. "Is there a problem sir? I didn't think I had done anything wrong..." I trail off nervously. His overall demeanor was very hard to read, that always frustrates me. Though I also respect it. It seems to be something that the higher ranks are best at. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,412 | 1,334 | 26 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Giovanna
"Hallelujah!" I blurted out after 'GOD' made his entrance. Suddenly I realized that I had said it out loud. I clasped a hand over my mouth and tried not to chuckle. The commander might have been prone to aim the gun in my direction next. It wouldn't be the first time I would have had to regenerate by the hand of a comrade. Oops. I feed on high energy a bit more than people would prefer me to sometimes. Praise God. I thought, with an internal sneer.
I decided that some of the others may have thought my reaction was a look of surprise from the gunshots, but honestly I hadn't been startled by that. It was more amusing than anything. This Rin chick was alright. She might have to knock us all around a bit to keep us in line. But who ever said that I would mind things getting a little rough?
I put on a straight face and nodded to the commander respectfully. "Ma'am." I said, taking my bunk assignment. I thought about the janitorial duties with a bit of disdain. But if I played my cards right I could probably convince one of these chums to take a little extra work so I wouldn't have to do it. I glanced back at Commander Monroe. She would probably notice, and definitely wouldn't stand for that. Oh well.
I looked down at the bunk assignments until I found my name. I was assigned with an Azurael. I looked up, and around at all the different faces. "As if I know who the fuck that is." I mumbled under my breath. I knew no one here anyway. I guess we'll see. Maybe it was the chick that kept cutting a look and a smirk in my direction. She looked like a bit of a stiff with her tight braid and pressed shirt, but I looked her up and down. Hm, not bad. This could be fun. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,413 | 1,334 | 27 | 2,369 | 211 | LT. Commander Sharp
I smiled at her worries, she was probably concerned because I had just chewed out Sargent Fenris. She had nothing to worry about, her conduct towards the commander had been exemplary. I'd put up with quite a bit from those under me but disrespect to the commanding officer was a breach of the fundamental principles of the military and I could not tolerate that!
I shifted slightly as I was thinking this and the pain in my leg reminded me of why I was talking to the medical officer. "No nothing like that, I have a problem I need your help with." I said as I pulled my hand from my pocket and showed it to her, it was covered in blood but had, until now, kept the blood from showing through my pants. "I was struck by a ricochet from God, that's the second time I've received his wrath." I say with a smirk. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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49,414 | 1,334 | 28 | 336 | 3,437 | CAPTIAN HENDERSON
I was not very surprised by the reaction of Rin. A hardened Military Commander like here hated slip ups By even the tiniest amount. So i remained quit as she scolded at me. She gestures that i should follow. I do without hesitation. She then tells me that she was about to leave my ass. as we walk i think to myself." still being a bitch as always." I follow here to a private room where she explains me the operation in greater detail.
I nod and nod and nod. She then hands me my bunking assignment." Hmm Sargent Eric Ferris. Hope he won't be as bad." I walk of to my quarters and i laugh as i take a sip from my whiskey." The best killer we got yet she still sucks at the contraband." I say to myself as i walk to my chambers.
I open my door to see Eric already cleaning up the room. I then notice the little dog sniffling my feet. I smile as i pet the little thing. I then look up at Eric and say." damm do you have a cute dog. Whats her name anyways?" I stand up and reach to shake his hand." The name is Chris by the way." | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,415 | 1,334 | 29 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
I finished the sweeping of my assigned room and put the broom back where I found it. Lea was laying on the bed, curled up on herself and just watching me as I cleaned. Smiling at her I pat her head, she lazily thumps her tail against the bed in response, then open my bag. Looking around real quick to make sure that there was no one hiding about. Hard as that may be in such a cramped ship. Before quickly pulling out my bottle of whiskey and taking a quick drink. "AH!, That's good," I exclaim openly to myself. Smacking my lips a bit to savor the taste as it burned down my throat. "Can't clean proper without a touch of liquor to lube the hinges," I say to Lea with a chuckle, while holding the bottle in my bionic arm.
Lea barked up at me, her tail wagging in earnest this time. "What? You want some too, baby girl?" She barked again, standing up on the bed and crouching low, her hind end in the air. "Oh, no, no, no, you can't have any of this. Remember what happened last time?" Her tail slowed, but she still stood poised to leap on me. "You threw up all over my good boots and passed out in the door!" I said with a laugh that prompted Lea to then jump on me and start licking my face and knocking me over on the bed. I make sure to place the bottle of whiskey back in my bag before rolling around with the big, hairy dog. "Oh, no you don't! You wittle rascal you!" I say while laughing at the same time as we rolled around on the bed. She licked me at every opportunity she could get, while I batted at her and shoved her around. After a good twenty minutes though I was tired and flopped onto the bed. Lea took the opportunity to jump on my chest and proceed to lick me to death. "All right, all right. You win, bah, you win, girl!" I exclaim between her furious laps of her tongue. After some petting and pushing she finally relented and just lay down on the bed again, panting. We both take a few moment to catch our breath. "Well, back to cleaning," I say, sitting up, then grabbing another quick drink before getting back to cleaning the room.
Not even a few minutes later Lea jumps off the bed and walks up to a man who had entered. I watch as the man pets Lea, leaning my weight on the mop I was using and taking a drag from my cigar. I spot the Captain's rank on the man's uniform. 'Great, another bug-assed piece of brass' I think to myself. Probably here to try and keep me in line. Then the man said that Lea was cute, which forced a lop-sided smile to my face. I couldn't help but smile when someone praised Lea. "Her name's Lea, and mine's Eric, Sergeant, if you care about that thing," I reply, taking the man's hand in my own. Careful not to use my bionic, as most people tend to not want to touch it. This captain though was different, he didn't come in and insist I salute him or even introduce himself by rank. That and his breath smelled of whiskey. Hell mine prolly did too. | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,416 | 1,334 | 30 | 2,369 | 211 | Petty Officer Derek Benson
After getting my room assignment I decided it would probably be wise to go straight to my room and not goof off any, at least for today, the commander didn't seem to be in a good mood for not shooting people today, maybe she was on her period. I got to my room and looking inside saw I was first to arive. "sweet!" I say out loud. "I get my pick of sides!" as I said this I put my things down on the bed nearest the A.C. vent and started unpacking. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,417 | 1,334 | 31 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
My eyes drift down to his leg. I can see the blood rushing from the fresh wound. Despite my quickened heart beat I become more calm and focused. "Can you walk to the medical bay on your own?" I ask him. After he assures me that he can I the handkerchief out of my pocket and press it to the wound to slow the bleeding till we get there. After discretely making our way to the medical bay I start going through the supplies they had rather than getting into my own, I want to save those for our actual mission. "Remove your pants please." I say professionally, without even thinking of how it could be misinterpreted. I quickly gather the thing I need to clean, stitch, and dress the wound. Also what I'll need for pulling out the bullet itself. After setting these things on a tray I remove my jacket, pin back my hair, thoroughly wash my hands, and finally put on a set of latex gloves. Then I make my way back to the Lt. Commander. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,418 | 1,334 | 32 | 2,369 | 211 | Lt. Commander Brine Sharp
As Capt. Carson readies her tools I remove my pants, carefully so as not to get more blood on them than necessary, then I sit down on the exam table and focus on relaxing the muscles in that leg. Thankfully the augmentations made it possible for me to almost completely ignore pain, as well as increased my muscle density which probably helped to stop the bullet before it struck my femur, that would have been messy. Before I knew it she was back with a tray of tools and ready to start, she looked the leg over once and started frowning slightly. "First I'd like to remind you that I am a fully trained and licensed medical officer, so what I'm about to say is completely professional. Your boxers are in the way. I'll need to roll the leg up so I can get to the wound." It was an understandable request considering the circumstances, so I nodded my consent. "Certainly Captain, if it would be easier for you to work I can take them off." I say as she starts to roll the leg of my boxers up with some difficulty.
Commander Rin Monroe
After dismissing Captain Henderson I make my way to the medical bay. I have a massive headache that will only be soothed by strong pain killers. By now the ship is well out of atmosphere and on it's way to the space station. I expect everyone to be in their quarters and see nothing that would lead me to believe otherwise. The halls are quiet for the most part, a steady hum of the engines but that doesn't bother me. I try to take the opportunity to run over a mental check list. It's hard though with this bad of a headache. I'm lost in my thoughts and expecting nothing as I walk through the doors of the medical bay just in time to see Brandy with her head over Brine's lap and him offering to remove his underwear. This early in the mission I logically don't expect anyone to be injured... So what then could be going on here? "Brine, you better be bleeding because if you aren't you will be." I say sternly as I walk into the room. Approaching the exam table I'm able to see that he is in fact injured, though still without pants. Meanwhile Brandy looks like she just got caught stealing money from her mother's wallet. I walk around to where I'm standing behind Brandy. "Carry on Captain, you aren't in trouble." I assure her and rest a hand on her shoulder. I lean in closer to inspect the wound myself, looks like some kind of shrapnel. "What happened?" I ask, despite already knowing what likely occurred. I glance back up to Brine's face. "I can't seem to escape God's wrath, ma'am." He chuckled. I shake my head slightly and roll my eyes. "Sorry Lt. Commander, I legitimately didn't mean to shoot you... this time." I remark, sounding more laid back than I had been previously. "Yes ma'am, I know. You have much better aim when your trying." He says with a mischievous smirk.
Captain Brandy Carson
While these two were gabbing away like two drinking buddies I'm busy trying to concentrate on the fact that I have a patient on my table who is bleeding. I try to ignore them, but it is difficult, especially so with the Commander's hand on my shoulder. As I sit there trying to hold the leg of his boxer up and clean the wound I feel myself getting more and more frustrated. "I'm sorry Commander, but if your going to stay and watch I'll need you to actually be useful." I say somewhat snappy as I take her hand off my shoulder and place it on the bunch of Brine's boxers that I was holding. Judging by the look on her face I would say she was surprised, but recognized that in this particular situation I'm the boss. Luckily most people with as much experience as her realize that you shouldn't argue with the person who is trying to help. "Thank you." I added, slightly more tactfully this time.
Commander Brine Sharp
As Capt. Carson laid Commander Monroe's hand on my leg a multitude of boyhood fantasies jumped up into my mind faster than I could stop them, causing me to blush uncontrollably for a moment, thankfully I don't think anyone noticed, Captain Carson was too intent on my wound and I'm pretty sure Commander Monroe was too focused on where her hand had just been put. O God, what if I get an erection! I thought suddenly. I'm pretty certain they would notice that! How do I stop that?! I started thinking of anything I could that was a turnoff for me and that seemed to work pretty well, then just as I had that under control Captain Carson finished cleaning my wound and picked up a hypodermic needle of what I assumed was pain killers. "Capt. Carson, that wont be necessary." I say looking to Commander Monroe as if to ask whether or not to tell Capt. Carson about my augmentations. "It's alright, you can tell her, she needs to know anyways." She said, then I briefly explained what they were and how they affected my medical treatment to Captain Carson and said. "I'll be sure to forward my full medical file to you ASAP Captain."
Captain Brandy Carson
I wasn't expecting Lt. Commander Sharp to be genetically augmented, though it's not surprising that the Rebirth program would be furthered in such a way. I refrain from asking any questions since it doesn't seem appropriate to do so at the moment. Carefully I concentrate on my work. After cleaning the wound I remove the shrapnel, then I clean it again, once satisfied that it's well taken care of I start stitching. While stitching my focus was fully on the task at hand. Quickly though I'm finished and conclude by bandaging the area. "Because of your augmentations it's hard to say exactly when the stitches will need to be removed but I'm going to guess it will be a couple days to a week." I say as I lean back and remove my gloves. After clearing my throat I stand and start to clean up. "You can let go now." I say to Commander Monroe with a slight smirk.
Commander Rin Monroe
Abruptly I remove my hand from Brine's thigh when Brandy made her snide remark. As I step back he, thankfully, puts his pants back on. I'll never admit it but a handful of inappropriate thoughts had crossed my mind, after all it was an awkwardly intimate situation. After thanking Brandy I make my way to the door, closely followed by Brine. Once exiting and walking down the corridor a little ways we stop. "I'd like permission to stop by the mess hall on my way back to my room, ma'am. I heal a lot faster when I have plenty of protein." He says to me. I do feel some guilt over him getting injured, so I grant his request. "Be sure to return to your room immediately after though." I remind him, to which he says. "Yes ma'am." As he is walking away I call out to him. "By the way, I appreciate you being able to contain that blood rush to your cheeks." I say jovially. Then I do something I haven't done in a very long time...
I smile.
This post was collaboratively written by TartanO88 and BlackRose24. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,419 | 1,334 | 33 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I finished walking to room and and chose the bed on the left hand side of the room. I liked the left hand side of the room. To make sure Giovanna didn't get that bed I laid down on it, first having removed my socks and boots, as well as my shirt. I of course had a racerback tank top and bra underneath. It showed just enough to border on breaking regulations - but I was in my room and on my bed - so if any-one else came into the room it would be thier fault. It was quite warm anyway. I laid my hands across my stomach and slowly began to doze off. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,420 | 1,334 | 34 | 336 | 3,437 | CHRIS HENDERSON
I was surprised to smell the well known stench of alcohol from Eric,s face. I walk over to my bunk and starts unpacking my bags.
However i only unpacked the necessary things. Some clothes a few things for hygiene, Some books and his music player. i also pulled out a bottle of red whine ,and two glasses for taking shots.I Then turned around and took a closer look to Eric. He seemed like someone who had been a soldier for a very long time. The way he looked out of his eyes was enough to prove it. The metal arm just looked like a metal arm. It did not really impress me since he had seen a lot of them. i then sat on my bed and said." So you a drinker to?" i grinned and opened my coat showing all the booze it hid." Because i sure as hell am." I then filed the glasses and gave one of them to him." So how about you tell me your life story?" i then grinned and looked at him, waiting for a reply. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,421 | 1,334 | 35 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
I watch Captain Chris as he moves over to the empty bunk to take out a few things and sit down. Lea jumping up onto our bed at the same time. She spins around a couple times before flopping down, her tail wagging as she looks at the new man. I pet her head a bit before leaning the mop against the wall and sitting down on my bed as well. I listen to Chris as I absentmindedly scratch Lea's head. My eyes narrow when he pulls out a bottle of red wine and a couple of shot glasses. Then he proceeds to ask me if I'm a drinker and shows how he has liquor stashed inside his coat. I give another lopsided grin at seeing this. At least this guy isn't some stiff assed officer, and knows how to win a guy over.
"I don't drink that fancy wine shit, but I am known to partake on some of the darker stuff," I say with a chuckle as I pull out my bottle of whiskey from my bag. I pop the cork off the top with my bionic arm and take a quick drink before plugging the cork back in. The harsh liquid searing its way down my throat was a welcome and refreshing bit of pain. Which was cut short when Chris casually asked me for my life story. The hell is wrong with this guy? He was starting to be cool, being laid back, and especially bringing booze on this tub, but asking something like that out of nowhere? That's just weird.
I cough a bit, holding my bionic hand to my mouth as I did. Then i look at Captain Chris. "My story is my story. You want to know about me well then here it is." I take a long drag from my cigar, blowing the smoke up to the ceiling before continuing. "I'm a grunt. You brass assed officers tell me to kill people and I do it. You need boots in the mud and I'm the one for that, but other than that don't expect me to give a rat's hairy ass about any of your orders. Alright? Want anything else go ask the Pink-Haired-Princess for my dossier." I end it with another drink of whiskey before laying down on the bed and smoking my cigar. | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,422 | 1,334 | 36 | 1,733 | 403 | I swung open the door to my room as I walked along humming, but once I stepped in I suddenly silenced. Hello there... I looked at the girl who had sprawled out on the left bed and already dozed off. It was the girl I had picked out as most likely being my bunkmate. Awh innocent little angel. I thought, as I watched her sleep for a moment. I knew it wasn't true, I chuckled, though she did look very personal lying there. Almost like I shouldn't have walked in. I narrowed my eyes and stepped back to the door, poked my head out and looked at our bunk number. I compared it with the number I had been assigned on the paper and they matched. At least I was in the right place.
I walked over to my bed, unzipped my duffle bag, and poured out its entirety of of neatly packed contents in a chaotic pile. I tapped my nose a couple of times and then turned to look back at the soundly resting Azurael. Such an opportunity to just let it go to waste. And yet I couldn't seem to come up with the right idea of how to mess with her. Usually it was difficult to get away with too much around military personnel, because they were used to sleeping with "one eye open" so to speak. I sat on the edge of my bunk watching her sleep as I pondered it.
I couldn't do anything very fun. Well, you could but it would probably get you thrown off the ship. But I could at least try to freak her out. I quietly tiptoed over to her bedside and knelt down on the floor, placing my elbows on the edge of the bed and resting my chin in my hands. I inched as close as I could to her face without getting close enough for her to feel my breath. Honestly, she was quite beautiful asleep. But my goal was just to make her a bit uncomfortable. I sat there patiently, with wide eyes, watching and waiting until she awoke. | {ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡɴ} |
49,423 | 1,334 | 37 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I sensed a prescence hovering very close to me. Opening my eyes a crack, I see that it's Giovanna. Two can play at this game. With the smallest of smirks I raise my head slightly and eyes fully open, give her a peck on the lips. "Well?" I ask, and give her a look as if to say 'What next?' I don't mind continuing, but it's up to Giovanna. I just want to see what her reaction is. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,424 | 1,334 | 38 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
I was in the room where my bunk was and I was currently setting my stuff on a bunk that I had mentally claimed as mine. Hopefully Commander Monroe respected 'dibs'. If not, we may have issues. I took dibs very seriously. I sighed and decided I should probably get to work with cleaning. Damn idiots had to go and get us confined to our quarters, not to mention janitorial duty. Jeez. This is why I'm an introvert. I went to the bathrooms and decided to start with wiping down the mirrors. That is, if I could find the cleaning supplies. I looked around for a moment before finally finding them and getting to work.
Eli Matthews
I could only imagine who I was bunking with as I made my way to where I would be staying. Like my sister, I didn't care much for people. Infact, I was what you might call anti-social. I would feel better about this mission if I had at least known someone besides Raina. I entered the room where I was bunking and tossed my stuff on a random bunk. I didn't much care which bunk I slept on, so long as I have a bunk I'll be happy. I started to get to work with cleaning. Actually, I quite liked cleaning. My sister liked to tease my, saying I had OCD. I just liked to keep things clean, I don't see the big problem with that. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,425 | 1,334 | 39 | 2,083 | 190 | Giovanna
I could feel the wicked grin creeping up onto my face. Now there would be trouble. I leaned in and locked into her gaze. "Oh silly girl..." I spoke slowly as I reached over to place a hand on her bare waist and slid it up along her ribcage, towards her chest.
"Didn't mama ever tell you not to play with fire?" I could feel the flicker in my eyes as I said it, and I climbed up on top of her, sliding myself close and pressing down against her. I wanted to hold this girl down and ravage her. I wanted to make her tremble. I wanted to see the fear in her eyes.
I like scaring them. I grabbed her wrists and held her arms down, stretched out over her head. I kissed and bit her neck a few times before moving to her ear and whispering devilishly:
"Let me teach you a lesson."
* * *
Who had ever thought that being confined to our bunks would be punishment?
Then again, who ever said a little punishment was a bad thing?
Luckily I had been assigned a good bunk mate. I gave an imaginary nod to Commander Monroe for that one. As if it really mattered who I had been bunked with. Things could have turned out this way with any of them.
Oh come on, you'd fuck anything with two legs and heart beat.
Well, with one exception in mind. I laughed out loud. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,426 | 1,334 | 40 | 1,963 | 1,055 | Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
As I was tinkering with some of the electronics on the table which I claimed as mine as soon as I walked in, I heard the door open and then close rather ominously. I turned my head slightly to the sound of a bag being unpacked, glancing at the man that was now in my room. That must be Eli. I thought to myself. Only after a few moments of staring at him, I realized how fucking tall he is. I shook my head as I turned back to my work. Who cares if he's really tall.. And kinda cool looking. That last thought made me chuckle ever so slightly. If he wasn't going to greet me at all, then I have no reason to say anything at all. I'd probably get a little flustered trying to anyway.
While I was lost in thoughts that weren't about my work, a static discharge flew out of the device that I was working on, making a loud SNAP noise. Of course, I didn't even flinch since shit like this always happened. | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,427 | 1,334 | 41 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Hunter Monroe
I worked my way to my room, I'll admit, I'm not the most social person, what I am though is a dedicated fighter. All I knew at the moment, I couldn't wait to get the damn prosthetic off It weighed a ton and was clunky as hell. It was even too bulky to use his uniform to cover it, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Though Rebirth, the not scary as hell program that would give me my leg back and a second chance to serve.
I finally made it to my new Barracks, First thing I notice was my new bunk mate resting before everything was even set it, then again I'd be doing the same thing. "Yo, you Derek?" I'd reach out my hand, the one that wasn't holding my cane at the moment. "Hunter Monroe, your new bunk mate." Also noticed that his area seemed much colder. That ass hole, he claimed the cold spot. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,428 | 1,334 | 42 | 2,369 | 211 | LT. Commander Brine Sharp
As I walked to my room after stopping by the mess I glance at my room assignment and get my room number, it was a little difficult to do with an armload of food and water in one hand, my luggage in the other and having to reach into the opposite pocket with the one hand, but after a moment I got the information I needed and proceeded to the appropriate room. Preoccupied with balancing everything I had in my hands I didn't see it was Marksman I was bunking with when I walked in or when I had checked the list. When I realized that it was him in the room I froze long enough to be sure I wasn't going to baserk again then as cold and calm as I am when sniping I saluted and said,"Sir!".
Petty Officer Derek Benson
Wait who was this? I was supposed to be bunking with that other guy, what's his name, O well. "Yeah that's me." I say then throw a sloppy two fingered salute when I see the Sargent insignia on his shoulder. "Do me, and yourself, a favor and don't touch the bed." I say as I get up and unplug my booby trap, damp cloth and a bare wire or two would have been great to watch but this guy didn't deserve it. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,429 | 1,334 | 43 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commander Rin Monroe
I had briefly attended to a few more matters but soon I was headed to my room. Somehow I had completely forgotten to get what I was actually going to the medical bay for, headache medicine. At this point though I'm not even going to bother going back. I just want to get to my room, have a drink, then lay down for a bit. What do they call that? Relaxation? I think to myself with an amused shake of my head. Upon arriving at my room I get a surprise, there's someone in it. There isn't supposed to be anyone bunking with me. Damn it, that's right. I had forgotten to edit the bunking list after I had been informed an officer I had requested was needed elsewhere.
Stepping into the room I cleared my throat to gain Raina's attention. "Sargent Matthews, pack back up and move down to bunk with Captain Carson. There was a change in the assignments." I tell her plainly. It's my fault, but I don't feel the need to get into those kind of details. With a deep breath I walk to the empty bunk and sit down, crossing my legs.
Captain Brandy Carson
After Commander Monroe and Lt. Commander Sharp left I spent at another hour or so cleaning up the medical bay and putting some things away. Hopefully this won't get me in trouble with the Commander, I'm supposed to be in my room after all. After seeing how preoccupied she was with Lt. Commander Sharp I doubt it will be an issue. I wonder if there's something between them? No, I'm just imagining things. Commander Monroe knows better then to get involved with someone under her command, that's a court marshal offense after all.
Once I'm done in the Medical Bay I head straight to my room. When I get there I'm slightly surprised that my bunk mate isn't there. I check the paper just to make sure that I did in fact have someone bunking with me. "That's strange." I say to myself then shrug it off and start unpacking my things. I unpack only what's necessary since we won't be on this ship long. Then I change into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,430 | 1,334 | 44 | 336 | 3,437 | I shrug and Take both shots. I lean against the wall and listening to Eric's response. "My story is my story. You want to know about me well then here it is."I'm a grunt. You brass assed officers tell me to kill people and I do it. You need boots in the mud and I'm the one for that, but other than that don't expect me to give a rat's hairy ass about any of your orders. Alright? Want anything else go ask the Pink-Haired-Princess for my dossier." When he says Pink-Haired-princess. I start laughing my ass of." I have to remember that one" I think to myself. I raise an eyebrow when he says that he gives jack shit about my orders." seems you have been bitched at a lot." I think to myself. I take a long drag from my cigar before speaking.
"you think i'm Gonna be treating you like shit just because i'm higher rank? Well sorry to disappoint sunshine but you couldn't be more from the fucking truth. I weigh people on there skill and there experience. And i think you have a lot of that." I then show Eric my scars from battle." I have been in the mud to you know. So if you think your talking to someone with a stick up his ass so high he could be a Popsicle. You can relax because that's not the bloody case." I look at the dog who had been staring at me this whole time." let me ask you something a little different then. How did you get that dog?" | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,431 | 1,334 | 45 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Hunter Monroe
I watched Derek as he removed the traps, among other things. "Do you do this to all your roommates? Set traps up for them?" I moved my way over to my bed and sat down. It felt nice to sit down, especially carrying most of my gear today.
I leaned back and started working with my prosthetic leg. Truth be told I was ready to get rid of it. Or hang it over a fire place. Something other then on my leg would be nice. Though I already had a pretty interesting gun over my fireplace at home. "So, you part of the Rebirth program?" I finally got the prosthetic off, I though it was heavy when it was on my leg, now, it just sucked. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,432 | 1,334 | 46 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
I continued to lay in my bed as I listened to Captain Chris talk about how he's not like the other officers. I was sure I would have gotten an ass chewing for my "Pink-Haired Princess" comment. Almost disappointing not getting one. I had already come up with a ton of things to fire back with in preparation for an ass chewing. Eh, I'll save it for the next one I get.
Petting Lea's head and smoking my cigar I turn to look at the Captain as he spoke about being in the mud. "Ain't you part of Rebirth like the rest of these people?" I ask, trying to figure out why he had scars. "Thought you were supposed to be all pretty and clean every time you came back alive," I said, more to myself than to the Captain. Then came the comment about looking like a popsicle. That one made me laugh so hard I almost spit out my cigar. Almost though,I wouldn't be caught dead wasting a cigar this good. "You mind if I use that one in the future? I know a few officers ho fit the description pretty good. That jack-hole Sharp among them," I say through small fits of laughter.
Once I calmed down a bit and was able to take another drag from my cigar I looked down at Lea, who was curled up next to me, sleeping. "I found her, after a battle some years ago. I was doing an aftermath sweep, making sure there wasn't anyone left uncounted for, or an enemy still breathing. Well as I was looking through the burned out ruins of a building that had been hit by a bomber I heard something. Turned out to be this little gal, huddled around the body of her mother. So I took her in, much to my commander's distaste, but he relented once I threatened him with a bullet between his eyes." I left out the part about how she helped keep the nightmares away, and thus why she was allowed on this mission. | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,433 | 1,334 | 47 | 336 | 3,437 | I noticed he seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't some tight ass officer with shiny boots. However he did seem to find my joke hilarious, which made me grin. The tense atmosphere of the room had also greatly decreased, now we can relax and really get to know each other.
I was surprised about how he was able to keep the dog." man this guy really does give jack shit about orders, Better keep him as a friend then." I think to myself with a grin."I don't mind one bit, use it all you want." I tell him then listen carefully as he continues to speak. After he finished with his story about how he got the dog I respond to his earlier question. " These bullets scars you see here are the thing that reminds me of my past." I say as I point to a few scars. " Where i came from, Who i fought with and died with. And of course they remind me of the one's i hate the most, The UDK." I take a few moments to catch my breath and then continue. "And the biggest reason of course is that I don't wanna die. Because if i remember correctly getting shot hurts a lot!" I conclude with a smirk. What I said was the truth, the very painful truth. However, the death of my wife and child I left untold, after all that's not the kind of thing I tell just anyone.
I then look into my bag to see if i brought it with me. With a grin I pull out a deck of cards and hold them up. " I hope you know how to play?" I ask. I had learned over the years that the best way to connect with someone is over a deck of cards and with a bottle of booze. It's also the best way to practice reading someone, which was a sweet bonus. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,434 | 1,334 | 48 | 2,083 | 190 | Giovanna
Well, that was fun.
Stretching out my arms and standing with my hands propped behind my head, I licked my lips. I watched Azurael stand and begin getting dressed, but I was in no rush to return to the confines of clothes. I could smell her sweat on my skin, and while in part I embraced it, another side of me was ready to wash it off. Making no special effort to look pleased by her, I simply watched her for a moment and then turned to my bunk and looked at my random assortment of items piled on the bed.
A normal person would have said something by now. There was a logical side in my mind that reminded me how I could act if I wanted to fall in with usual humanity. It was the same voice that reminded me, on occasion, how much I didn't fit in normally. I had heard people talk about something like a "conscious" that keeps them straight and true, but I knew this voice definitely wasn't one of those; because a conscious has feelings attached to it. This voice was much more harsh and analytical than those other mysterious guides.
Rummaging through my things I finally found the long black silk robe I kept and after wrapping it around myself I headed to the communal showers. We were supposed to be doing some sort of cleaning duties, but who knew when and what those were. That was the commander's snap decision, so I figured it best to wait out some sort of direction, at least from the usual janitorial staff as to what the fuck we were supposed to be cleaning. You could always start scrubbing toilets, it would get you in good favor with Monroe. I figured I would survive without kissing anyone's ass. Unless miss pinkie is up for some literal ass kissing. I smirked. I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.
I hung my robe outside the bathroom and walked in naked without a second thought. We were supposed to be in our rooms. "Assuming the toilets and showers aren't off limits. Or else that woman might be a little more crazy than I thought." I said aloud to myself. Stepping into the shower and turning on the water, I welcomed the cool rush over my head and down my body. Closing my eyes, I listened to the stillness, and the slight echo of running water hitting the floor. Just as I had begun to drift away into the nothingness, a memory flashed across my mind, mercilessly tearing through the peace. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
-Picture: |
49,435 | 1,334 | 49 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
I nodded and gave a quick salute. "Yes Ma'am." I said curtly before I started towards where I had set my things. Thankfully I had only unpacked a change of clothes, so I just shoved those back in my bag before I threw it over my shoulder. "Oh, by the way, 'God' was a rather humorous choice of name for your sidearm." I commented in a mildly casual tone, though it still had respect in it. I wanted to make slight conversation but I really didn't want to set her off by being disrespectful. Normally, I wouldn't care what my superiors thought about my attitude. But then again, most of my superiors won't bring down 'The Wrath Of God' on me. I double checked to make sure I didn't forget anything. I was always leaving things everywhere. One time I had left my Netscreen sitting at a table in a bar. Thankfully the guy who owned the bar knew me and let me know it was there before anyone was able to steal it.
Eli Matthews
God I hate ships... And flying... And pretty much anything to do with heights. I'm a tech, I'm supposed to sit at a desk all day hacking people. It had been a really long time since I had actually been out in the field. Though I supposed they would probably need a tech somewhere along the line on this mission. I had a miniature spaz out when I heard a loud snap, and quickly turned around. I calmed down when I realized it was just my bunkmate. I hadn't noticed her when I came though. I really need to stop this whole spacing out thing or else I'm going to end up as forgetful as Raina. "Oh, sorry I didn't realize you were here." I said apologetically to the girl, who I assumed to be Abbie Laukkanen. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
-Picture: |
49,436 | 1,334 | 50 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf" and Captain Chris
(Eric)
I sit up as Chris pulls out a deck of cards. I get a mischievous grin upon my face. "We talking Texas Hold'em, Blackjack, Tonk, Rummy, Trash, Speed, Slapjack? I can go on if you wish." I say with a bit of a laugh. Then looking around I find a small folded table in a closet, slapping it open between to two beds.
(Chris)
"Let’s go for a nice round of blackjack." I give myself two cards before giving him two. I then grab my two shot glasses and full them both with whiskey. I look at Eric and grin." He who loses must either tell a war story or drink. Sounds agree able?"
(Eric)
"Deal," I say, still holding a grin on my face. "But if we're gonna do this, then we're doing it the right way," I add before pulling out my own bottle and putting it on the table with a good thump. "Eighty proof, bottom of the barrel, old fashioned whiskey. You won't find any better," I say before pouring two shots before flipping my cards over. A queen and a two, which makes twelve. I'll wait to see his cards before making a move.
(Chris)
I look at my cards and a little smile appears on my face. I then show him the cards." Queen and an ace. So either take a shot or give me a goddamn war story." I then lay back and look at Eric’s pissed of face.
(Eric)
"Not so fast, Sir," I say, still smiling. "I get a draw," I add before taking a card off the top of the deck. A four, that's sixteen. I draw one more, holding it face down on the table, eyes locked on Captain Chris before flipping it over. Looking down at the card I groan in dismay. A big fat eight of hearts staring in my face. "Blasted luck! Never around when I need it!" I exclaim with a laugh before taking my shot. Pounding the glass on the table once it was empty. "New round, my deal," I say as I pour a fresh shot and shuffling the cards.
About fifteen shots in I start feeling a little fuzzy and barely paying attention to my cards, and more upon my attempt to sing raunchy marching cadences. Something about Eskimo girls and cold boobs. On top of all that Lea was barking and howling with me, making the whole thing even more encouraging.
(Chris)
I had been losing way too much. What was it 30? 50? I didn't remember. All I knew was that I wanted to sing!
Eric was already starting a new match. But I was done with that." wait wait, Let me get some music!" I turn to my music player and turn on and old but good song. I then turn around and hum with the tune. Then the singer starts singing. I ignore all code and conduct. Probably because I’m drunk as hell and start singing. I look at Eric and hope he joins.
(Eric)
I took a large drink from my bottle, completely forgoing the shot glasses as the act of pouring the small glasses was too much. Slamming the bottle down onto the table with a very satisfied sigh, I knocked the cards all over the place. I watched them as they scattered over the floor before lazily drifting my gaze over to Captain Chris who was singing a new song. I didn't know the song at all but I found myself still singing along.
After a while though I was standing up, barely, and looking around the small room. My bottle of whiskey held tightly in my bionic hand. "Hey! Captain! Permission to search this tub for a guitar!" I said to Chris, a lopsided smile on my face and a very sloppy salute.
(Chris)
Eric and I sang for some time. We sounded horrible and the dog made it even worse. I then fell on my bed and laughed like a total idiot. Clearly I had drunk way too much. But if the ship was gonna explode; he would be too drunk to feel it. Eric then asked me if he could get a guitar. I stand up and say." That's a great idea! *hick* Hick*. I'm coming along though or else *hick you would make it only worse. hick"
(Eric)
"Aye aye Captain!" I say very loudly before stumbling out of the room and into the main halls of the ship. "Now....where the ehll is that guitar!?" I yell as I pull open random compartments in search of one. Lea trailing closely behind, her tail wagging as her master's drunken joy infects her as well. I take another quick drink of whiskey before starting to sing very loudly yet another perverted military marching cadence. This one about how after the bombs fall the women will run to remove their cloths for the hero soldier.
(Chris)
My head was starting to hurt. Apparently singing and screaming a lot is not that good for you. I started to stumble a bit holding my head." Hey man my head is like dying right now. Apparently your booze was to strong. I then felt a familiar feeling." So I eh will see you later."
I ran off trying to find a toilet. After running for a few minutes I finally found one. I walked up to the toilet. Closed the door behind me and started puking everything I had.
(A colab between myself and ) | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,437 | 1,334 | 51 | 1,963 | 1,055 | Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
I turned in my chair to see the person who had decided to greet me after he had just noticed my presence in the room. To be fair on him, I don't really have a very strong presence, but the door is literally a few meters behind me.. Anyway.. "Nice to meet you too, Eli" I responded in a somewhat blank tone, pronouncing his name as 'Ellie'. Odds are, I'm wrong, but it was more of a small joke. "Before we start our wonderful bunk-mate relationship, I have one rule. Don't touch my stuff." I said in a serious tone, pausing before I continued with a cheeky smirk on my face. "Although, touching me isn't entirely off limits.". That last part was also a joke, or rather a half-joke. Might as well lighten up the mood before the serious stuff starts, right? | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,438 | 1,334 | 52 | 2,369 | 211 | ℝᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
After some time, I'd (thankfully) managed to relax but that sort of backfired when I let my guard down and meanwhile became so oblivious of my surroundings that I'd nearly jumped my skin when a voice from behind suddenly piped up. The mental rambling of rants to follow was inevitable at this point, considering the borderline heart attack I just had to endure. Merda santo! Lo giuro, nessuno ha mai bussa più in questi giorni... Turning around, I was unsettled to be met with the all too familiar face of Brine. "Oh." This wasn't surprising. Carefully setting down a rather expensive, long-distance communication device I almost dropped in my start, I nodded in acknowledgement to him. "Lieutenant Commander Sharp." This almost felt like a business meeting. And I hated that. What's worse is that the last time I addressed him by title in those exact words, it was when I had futilely attempted to prevent an 'unfortunate incident', for lack of a better term, from worsening. Rin ended up having to interfere and the results were unsatisfactory, to say the least; I received a dislocated shoulder and Brine ended up getting his head blown out. For Christ's sake, this isn't elementary school where we both choose to ignore the stupid elephant in the room and begin to sulk while passive-aggressively getting back at each other. Unholstering the concealed sidearm I always carried around with me as nonverbal warning to Brine, I undid the safety and loudly smacked it onto the nightstand by my cot. Crossing my arms, I stared at the man before me. "Care to explain why I was your target of choice yesterday?"
Lt. Commander Brine Sharp
I glanced at the small pistol and snorted loudly, I knew he was a crack shot but it pissed me of that he underestimated me like that. "Not unless you care to make that an order, Sir." I say with disdain in my voice then start eating. The fact that he would even try to play stupid on this one pissed me off no end and I was already in a bad mood from being shot. "Also Commander if I wanted you dead, your pee shooter there wouldn't do a damn thing to stop me." I comment in between mouthfuls.
ℝᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
Oh no, I wouldn't allow him to have me play that card. Talk about a low blow. Ranks were to be disregarded, completely ignored if not thrown out the window during the duration of this conversation. It was just him and I, man to man. Even if things couldn't go back to the way they used to be, an outcome I'm beginning to suspect is very likely to conclude this, at least this will give me one less thing to worry about. Closure, just tied up loose ends. "Brine" the name felt foreign, odd, almost taboo as it rolled off my tongue. I can't believe we've come down to this point. I used to trust this man with my life and now I can't even turn my back to him. "As much as I hate to admit it, I am not a mind reader. You clearly have a problem with me and until you stop acting like a fucking child, and lay that shit out on the table where I can see it, we are not leaving this room." My patience was wearing dangerously thin now, plus I just barely refrained from adding that's an order to my last sentence. By the end of my warning, my voice had raised and I was waving my hands around, gesturing frantically, out of frustration.
LT. Commander Brine Sharp
I had stopped eating by this point, I was too angry to eat, and had grabbed the metal frame of the bed. I didn't realize how hard I was squeezing until I heard the metal squealing and groaning under the strain. "You don't need to be a mind reader to remember when you screwed someone over!" I say in a quiet rage, the kind of low growl that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. "Maybe you'll remember this, 'If it was anyone else I'd already have left Brine, but for you I'll wait a week. Go get your loose ends tied up then we'll leave together.' Two hours after you said that you left! Two FUCKING hours! You were my brother, I would have died for you, I did bleed for you, and you didn't even wait until I got home!" I say this time loud enough it hurt. I could feel the blind rage seeping into me like an empty jar with nothing left to keep it out, everything I had cared about had been taken from me starting with the person I had trusted most. I held on even tighter to the bed frame and felt it start to fold and crumple under the fierce pressure but I didn't dare loosen my grip, I knew what would happen if I did. "You left me there in that hell hole with no one to watch my back and one by one they took everything from me. Our squad... My squad died because there was no one in command willing to do the right thing, they just watched them being slaughtered because that was their orders." I closed my eyes and tried to will away the memories of that day as tiers of rage, pain, regret and sorrow filled my eyes.
ℝᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
His words hit me unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Thirty-eight years ago... I know exactly what he was talking about; I remember that day clearly now like it was no earlier than yesterday. My breathing hitched, got caught somewhere at the back of my throat. I'm not even sure where to begin but words can't possibly begin to justify what I've done to him. Although in the bigger picture I had saved his life, to him I'm probably just some cruel bastard who decided to use him, raise his hopes, and stomp on everything before tossing him to the wolves. My lungs are burning and I suddenly realize that I've been holding my breath. I'm probably looking pale, too. Letting out a sigh, I run my hand -it's shaking- through my hair. There's a pause where I find myself unable to even look at him now. Taking a moment to pull myself together, I lean back on the wall behind me and look up at Brine. He deserves to know the truth. I was left with no choice but to leave him in the dark back then though now, here, we're safe.
It was back when we were both serving the UKD forces. Fourteen years and I was practically on top of the world with my clean records and collection of medals. My achievements and status were earned through blood, sweat, and tears yet some claimed I was born with a talent. Regardless, what I had was something most could only dream of. I wanted none of the fame nor hatred that came with it, I just needed something to give me a reason to wake up the next morning. My life on the streets gave me plenty of practice; I had the skills, so why not put them to use? Make a living off it? This was a legal and 'clean' way to get my hands dirty so I decided to try it out. Within the first month it was basically a done deal, so I'd been a soldier since the age 24. But like they say, everything that goes up must come down. Some woman even had a quote for that: "The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And the better the world liked seeing them fall." Oh how right she was. My swift rise in ranks didn't sit well with some of the higher ups, especially those who's families have been in the system for generations, so they wanted me out of the picture. Someone did a little digging and my history was eventually uncovered. Excuses such as bullshit scientific reasoning for ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄɪᴇs stemming from an ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, and an elaborate ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅs meant to tarnish my name were brought to light. Being that this was all done without my knowledge, I had no say in any of it and ultimately, no way of speaking up for myself. One thing led to another and eventually, they came to the conclusion which sealed my fate. ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ﹕ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Yes, those words are precisely what had been printed on my files, something I'd managed to attain through the assistance of a former colleague who was also the one to alert me of these plans. I knew I had to leave, but I wanted to take Brine with me. Sparing him most of the details for his own safety, I asked him to come with me. But somehow I'd been compromised and in a last ditch effort to save those close to me, I was forced to depart much sooner than anticipated. I'd abandoned everything and everyone I ever knew.
This is where our problem lay.
Upon arriving in the RAS, I was promptly arrested upon arrival and incarcerated. It took an extreme amount of convincing but I'd managed to negotiate my way through. All information preceding my date of release is confidential, I don't think even Rin has the clearance to access those files, however I could be underestimating her. Plus, I've never spoken a word of my past to any other human being, including Brine. He respectfully accepted that it was something I simply couldn't share.
I sighed again. A long silence has stretched out between Brine and I yet I can't think of what to say. Without giving it much thought, I decided to finally tell him everything. From the beginning.
Lt. Commander Brine Sharp
After a moment of silence Commander Marksmen started to speak, but it wasn't him, almost everything about him had changed. This was the man I had known for fifteen years, this was the Ray that led our unit into hell and brought us back in one piece. He had let down every wall, every defense and made himself an open book, all so I would see he was hiding nothing. Slowly the anger started to subside and the longer he talked the more I listened, parts of his past I hadn't known before, the witch hunt by his enemies, everything that happened the night he left and the hell he had to go through getting to the RAS and after. There were no excuses, no lies to make him look better just the facts of what had happened and why. I don't know how long it took him to tell his story but when he finished he had the same tired expression as he'd always had at the end of a long mission, he was just ready to be done with this mess and move on come what may. After a long sigh he sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at me and said "That's it, now you everything." I sat there staring at him for a full minute, I've hated him for what he did for so long now that, even though everything he said makes sense, I don't know if I can forgive him. "I don't know Ray... I say as memories flood my mind throwing me even more off balance. "I just don't know what to think any more man. I need some time to sort this all out." I needed time to think, to figure this out and to decide what I was going to do.
ℝᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ
His reaction was to be expected. But just as he is not a priest, I am not here to be pardoned or beg on my knees to ask atonement for my sins. No, none of that. Truth is all I want is to be left alone. Plain and simple. The reasons why I chose to explain the situation with Brine is because one, I know that he understands this information isn't something he can ever speak of and two, I'm just trying to neutralize the tension between us. However, this solution is merely a bandage meant to mask these wounds rather than heal them. "I understand. And honestly? I'd rather we simply stay out of each other's ways from now on." I meant every word of that and can only hope he'll accept this new-found gap forced between us.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
My mind was a mess, I had no idea what to do, think or say. The longer I talked to Marksman the worse it got and when you have been augmented mental clarity is a must, otherwise you might hurt or kill someone by accident. "Maybe that's what's best for now." I mumble. I need time to myself, I need to figure this out and get my head right and I'm not going to do that here. I grab my toiletries and say. "I'm going to hit the showers." Then walk out and down the hall to the communal showers.
This is a collaborative post between TartanO88 and omerta | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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Tomahawk 42 |
49,439 | 1,334 | 53 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commander Rin Monroe
After Raina left I collapsed backwards on my bed, almost like I didn't even have the energy to sit up right anymore. It had been a long day. Hell, the past two or three days had been ridiculously long and tiring. It feels like my life suddenly turned into some kind of novel that drags on and on. I waste a few minutes just laying there before I decide to get up and get that drink. Two fingers worth of whiskey later and I was resting peacefully on my bed. Well, peacefully isn't the best term since my sleep is always filled with vivid nightmares and unrelenting memories. Once I finish my good long nap I get up and change into something somewhat less official looking. While a tan tank top and olive drab cargo pants are still military issue they are much more relaxed than my well starched navy blue uniform. I tightly lace my boots back up and leave my room to go to the bridge.
"Thank you Lieutenant." I say to the young man as we depart in our separate ways. He was the one in charge of the regular crew of the ship. Me and him had plenty we needed to discuss even though me and my team would only be on his ship for a few days. I'm thankful to have that over and done with. As I make my way through the corridors I glance at my watch. "Dinner time already." I mumble to myself. Stopping at a communications console mounted on the wall I quickly punch in my security code giving me access to the intercom of the ship. "Attention" I say in my regular and commanding tone. "Dinner in 30 minutes, everyone besides regular crew members be in the mess hall ASAP." I say then hang up and head towards the mess hall. Upon arriving I greet the officers in charge of preparing meals and briefly talk with them while waiting for my team to show up.
Captain Brandy Carson
I had put my ear buds in and played some music while I chilled out in my bunk. I'm not for certain if my bunk mate had come in or done anything but if so she must not have bothered me. I'm not sure how much time had passed but I'm suddenly jerked out of my little world when I hear the Commander's voice booming over a speaker in my room. I pull my ear buds out and listen to what she had to say. Without wasting time I get up and make my way to the mess hall. Once arriving and paying my proper respect I take a seat and wait for everyone else. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,440 | 1,334 | 54 | 2,369 | 211 | Petty Officer Derek Benson
After dropping the contraption by my bed I say. "Just the ones that run their mouth off and get us confined to quarters. Nah that shit gives me the heebie jeebies! I just can't wrap my head around it." I don't like the idea of some clone of me coming back and thinking he's me, or however that stuff works. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,441 | 1,334 | 55 | 336 | 3,437 | (Captain Chris Henderson)
After a few minutes of barfing. I stand up and walk back to my bunk. I fall face down on it and wait for a moment for everything in my head to calm down. I rest my head against the wall and look around the room. When though me and Eric where in it for a few hours, it already smelled of alcohol and cigars. I liked the smell if was a familiar one. I had enjoyed this little party with Eric. Although it could not happen all the time since i had a reputation to uphold. I decided to get some sleep when i heard out pink princess talking to the mic. "Attention" "Dinner in 30 minutes, everyone besides regular crew members be in the mess hall ASAP."In any other case. I would put on some more nicer clothes and lie back and read a book. But since i smelled of beer and puke i decided it was a smart idea that i would take a shower. I grabbed a towel and some other stuff to wash myself with and walk over to the showers. When i arrive i take of my clothes and relax as the hot water flows over my face. I use my shampoo to clean myself even more, And to drive the smell away.After that i walk back to my bunk and dress myself with a more refined pair of clothes. I then lay on my bunk grab one of my books and start reading. waiting until it is time to show up at dinner. I then realized that she said ASAP.
And since i did not want to be target practice i stood up and walked over to the mess hall. I arrive and see commander Rin talking to one of the crew members. I put on my poker faxe and say."commander if i may ask what are we eating?" I the. Take a seat and await hete answer. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,442 | 1,334 | 56 | 866 | 228 | Eli Matthews
"It's 'Eli'" I said, not really irritated but I most certainly didn't want her calling me ellie in public. "And in regards to the touching, Ditto." I was about to say somthing else when I heard the announcement. "Well, we'd better get going." I added as I started towards the cafeteria.
Raina Matthews
"Ah, the voice of 'god' raining down from above." I muttered to myself as I tossed my stuff on my bunk. I didn't even have time to greet my bunk-mate properly, so I simply waved at her and went out of the room again. I walked quickly down the hallway. I saw my brother up ahead and jogged a little to catch up with him before resting my right arm on his left shoulder as I normally did. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,443 | 1,334 | 57 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Hunter Monroe
I guess I got the feeling, never thought about it like a clone of me taking my life. Though, my life right now consisted of limping on a solid piece of metal. A chance at a new start without that would be great. Then the announcement came on for dinner. "Hell yes, time to get some food mate." I Set the last of my bags onto my bed and started out, I could spend another ten minutes putting my clothes into some drawers, or I could go have what ever is cooking for dinner. Dinner sounded a bit more important at the moment.
I entered the mess hall, first thing I notice is the smell, what ever is cooking smells much better then anything ever cooked at home. Hmm, Mom would be pissed if she ever heard me say something like that. Up side to going to war then!
Soon I noticed Commander Monroe talking to the cooking staff, I think it's funny as hell, I'm a decent rank, and our boss has the same last name. Sooner or later people may accuse me of getting promoted through corrupted means. Then I could always prove my point by kicking some ass. Then I looked at my leg again, so fighting wasn't an option. Though if it comes to it before Rebirth, I could break a foot or two.
I walked up to the commander. "What's cooking sir? Smells good as hell so I hope it's as good as it smells." I knew I wasn't supposed to be too casual with my commanding officer, though it's meal time? How bad could it be? | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,444 | 1,334 | 58 | 1,963 | 1,055 | Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
I failed to hide the smirk on my face when he corrected me, I felt like I should keep calling him 'Ellie' just for the fun of it. Our brief conversation was interrupted by 'Gun God' on the intercom, something about eating. Sounded good to me. I gave Eli a brief nod in agreement before he left the room. I followed after him shortly after quickly shutting down my gear, my headphones still around my neck. It was now plugged into the music player in my pocket but I didn't bother turning it on, I wasn't working on anything anyway.
As I walk into the mess hall, I'm bombarded with some quite tasty aromas... Food. I could feel my mouth salivate. I promptly sat myself down at one of the tables in front of someone, but I didn't notice there was a person there until I had already sat down. Wow.. She had a lot of hair on her head. Quite curly too. She was quite tanned as well, maybe she spent a lot of time in a sun? That's absurd, the sun is evil. She must've been born with it. (Brandy)
I'm not one to start a conversation, so she can start one if she wants to. | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,445 | 1,334 | 59 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commander Rin Monroe
I watch quietly as several of the officers make their way in. I get the feeling that they are happy to be out of their rooms. If that's the case then my punishment is working. The pleasant aroma of the food seemed to be grabbing their attention. I stand alongside the serving bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area, one hand braced on the counter-top and the other on my hip. With a mostly blank, but more relaxed than before, expression I look over the two that had asked what would be for dinner.
Chris, a man with a plagued past. I could tell he had on a face, almost like a mask to hide behind. But I couldn’t blame him since I lived behind such a mask. But beyond anything in his past that he was hiding it was plain to me that there was something immediate that he didn’t want me or the others to know. My guess, he’s drunk off his ass and trying to work through it. While I’m not fond of my officers getting drunk he isn’t on duty and was confined to his room, so I won’t be mad about it. Unless it’s a problem in the future.
Hunter, a young man with a lot to learn. His attitude could nearly be described as bouncy as he entered the room. The smirk on his face told me he was probably making some witty remark in his head. The lock down for the day didn’t seem to dampen his mood to much. Though I’m not a fan of his casual way of addressing me.
“Last time I checked I didn’t have the equipment needed to make me a Sir. So I suggest you call me ma’am or Commander instead.” I say dryly to Hunter. I then turn my attention to no one in particular. “I’m having roast beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. You are all having whatever leftovers from the past week all thrown into a pot and made into some kind of soup. Again, you can thank all those who made a scene earlier.”
Captain Brandy Carson
As I hear the commander tell us what we’d be eating for dinner my head fell onto my crossed arms on the table. Those idiots earlier had to go and make a scene. Because of them we’ve had to stay in our rooms all day, will be cleaning the whole time we’re on this ship, and now even our food is messed up? They are so going to pay for this. No, no, no. I don’t need to be thinking like that. I’m the medical officer, I’m supposed to help without biased. Though that doesn’t necessarily mean I have to be nice about it…
I hear someone sit down across from me and I look up. I had been given notes on everyone in the team, mainly just their basic medical history in case I needed to treat them differently than I usually would. Those notes also included names and pictures so I’d know who was who. If I remember correctly this was Sergeant Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen. Several medical facts about her flashed through my mind but I pushed all that aside. “Hi, I’m Brandy.” I say with a smile. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,446 | 1,334 | 60 | 2,369 | 211 | LT Commander Brine Sharp
As I entered the showers I was still distracted by what had happened with Commander Marksman and almost missed the other person in the room (G. Zetta). After a distracted greeting I stripped down and started my shower, almost immediately I could feel my mind calming. This was always the one place I can find serenity and clarity, I was just starting to unwind good when the dinner call came out over the intercom. I hurriedly finished washing and donned my BDU pants and shirt then walked to the mess hall.
Upon arriving at the mess I offered a quick salute and a "Mam!" to Commander Monroe then get in the chow line.
Petty Officer Derek Benson
After the announcement and Hunter's comment I started looking around rather frantically and said "yeah man save me a spot, I gotta find my shoes! After five or tin minutes of trying to find them I gave up and grabbed my sandles. When I got to the mess I was releaved to find I wasn't the last one to arrive so I took a place in line and waited for food. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,447 | 1,334 | 61 | 613 | 350 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
After some time drunkenly wandering the halls of the ship I hear something come over the intercom. It sounded like the Pink-Haired Commander Rin! What's better was she was talking about food! It was at that instant I realized that the only thing in my stomach at that moment was whiskey, and lots of it. "Sounds like a plan to me!" I say to no one at all as my mind fills with thoughts of food. I stop though as I try to take a drink from my bottle of whiskey only to find it empty. "Damn..... Who drank it all?" I ask, looking around for the sneaky bastard who drank all my booze. Then I remembered that it was me! "Oh! I did! Good for me then! But there ain't no respuctful way for a man to show up to dinner without a proper drink!" I exclaim before turning about in search of my room. "Lea! Where's our room!?" I ask, smiling at my dog. Lea responds with a single bark before turning around and walking. I followed her and soon we were back at our room. "Good girl," I say patting her head as I place the empty bottle on the bed before tossing my bags before pulling out another full bottle of whiskey. "Alright! Off to chow! Stay here girl, I'll bring you something," I say to her before leaving the room.
It took me a few minutes to find the chow hall. It looked like everyone was already there. So I promptly stumbled up to the table, almost losing my balance a couple times. "HELLO EVERYONE!" I yell loudly, spreading my arms wide as I smile at the whole of the gathered. "I wanted to apologize to everyone here for my rudeness earlier and getting everyone put in time out by our lovely Commander Rin. So as added apology I bring the gift of drink!" Speaking overly loudly and very cheerfully. I then open the bottle of strong whiskey and walk around the table. Pouring the whiskey into every cup I can find, whether or not they already have something in them already. Once I had served everyone some of my whiskey I walk, or more like stagger, my way up to Commander Rin. "For you, my lovely Pink-Haired Commander," I say with a grin and sloppy bow. Before placing the half empty bottle of old strong whiskey on the table for her before I promptly, and quickly drop to the floor and begin snoring loudly. | Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely. |
49,448 | 1,334 | 62 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
"Oh my god..." I muttered, face palming when Wolf came in. I looked over at Commander Monroe, wondering what she was going to do. This was the second incident that had happened with Wolf, and I figured she would be less then forgiving. I slowly moved from my seated position and started to collect the cups, with a mildly annoyed glare at Wolf's sleeping body. I collected Commander Monroe's cup, giving her a respectful nod, deciding not to say anything. I really didn't want to face her wrath, and she was probably really pissed right about now. After I collected all of the cups, I grabbed a rag and cleaned up any of the spilled alcohol.
Eli Matthews
I suppressed a groan as Wolf stumbled in. This was an embarrassment to anyone in the room. This man was supposed to be a soldier for crying out loud! And yet, there he was, passed out on the floor as my sister cleaned up the mess. He had to be crazy. Commander Monroe was so going to skin him alive for this. I had never personally met Commander Monroe before this mission, however I had heard horror stories from others who had been there when someone suffered her wrath, and I would have pitied Wolf, if he hadn't gotten all of us confined to our quarters with his stupidity. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,449 | 1,334 | 63 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commander Rin Monroe
The scene was an embarrassment not only to Sergeant Fenris but also to anyone ever involved in his training or discipline. How had it ever gotten this bad? If this is the way he acts on missions, much less missions of this caliber, why is he even cleared for active duty or retain the rank of Sergeant. His file told me that he was good, but I don't care how good he is if this is the way he acts. If he doesn't make a big turn around in the next few days I'll report him, remove him from active duty, and leave him at the station to be held for court martial. I will not have someone like this in my team, there is to much on the line.
I would have punched him out had he not passed out. Even then I still consider throwing a few, but that isn't the way I should handle it. Not in front of everyone. "Lieutenant Commander Sharp!" My voice booms out. He didn't seem to waist any time coming to my call. I turn and step close to him. "Remove this piece of shit, lock him up, search the room he was in and remove any alcohol found, take the dog and crate it but don't harm it. His discipline is in you're hands." I say in a low but seething tone for only Brine to hear.
Stepping back my eyes quickly scan the room. For a split second they lock with Raina's and I give her a nod, a sign that she was doing right. I turn back to the officers standing in the kitchen, watching the scene with wide eyes. "Half rations for everyone."
I order them. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,450 | 1,334 | 64 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Hunter Monroe
Commander Rin may have been trying to prove a point with the left over soup, but truth be told I thought it smelled awesome. I was looking forward to it. Though I kept that expression to myself, I didn't want to make a scene or make it so what ever we were having would be less then good.
I grabbed a bowl of soup and sat down, moments later Another Sergeant came in. It was easy to tell he was drunk, I mean I have been just like that before but never on duty. Too many worries about getting shot to drink that much on the job. The commander soon got pissed as well, like... really pissed. "Half rations for everyone." I out of habit replied with "Shit..." I soon realized what I said, and tried to act like nothing happened by finishing the soup I had. If I was getting half rations I was getting what I could now before it was too late.
I could complain more, I really could. But what I have learned over the years, you follow orders, you make nice with the officers, and you do some awesome things on the field, you go far. So sucking it up was a big part of this. I wonder if I could still pull medical to get out of half rations? I still have the prosthetic on, and I haven't been rebirthed yet. It's an option. I'll wait to see how this plays out before I try anything though. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,451 | 1,334 | 65 | 2,369 | 211 | LT Commander Brine Sharp
It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, I could smell the booze as soon as he cleared the door. This idiot just didn't learn, and what's worse is his complete lack of caring about how his conduct affected the team as a whole. After making a complete mockery of himself Eric, I could no longer bring myself to refer to him with a rank he obviously didn't deserve, passed out. I listened to Commander Monroe as she spoke and when she was done said. "Yes mam! I'll see too it immediately!". Then proceeded to grab Eric byby his foot and drag him, non too gently, out the door, down the hall, too a small set of stairs where I briefly considered picking him up, decided not to and dragged him down the stairs (his head made a satisfying thunk noise with each of the five steps) and into the brig. After telling the guard to alert me when he woke I left in search of the rest of his booze.
Petty Officer Derek Benson
I was all for the whole free spirit thing but I think the sergeant just took it too far. He was wasted and not normal wasted like college frat party naked in the front yard waste it, and it only went downhill from there. I thought the commander might just go ahead and shoot him then throw his body out the airlock right then and there. Then he walked up and started talking to the commander and all I could do was mutter a long low "Fuck!". After he passed out made an announcement that we were only getting half rations at which point I made a mental note to shoot him in the back of the head the first chance I got. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,452 | 1,334 | 66 | 336 | 3,437 | Giovanna
The water running over my head, which I knew was supposed to be cold, had suddenly felt like a warm, steaming, embrace, in the abruptly nostalgic side of my mind. I didn't have memories. Yet sometimes this great feeling of deja vu hit me and rushed over in great waves. I remembered him. I could remember the way he felt, and how good it felt when he had his hands on me. I could feel his warm body against mine, pushing me up against the cold shower wall. But what I couldn't remember was...if it had felt so good, why had I broken him down and torn him apart...why had I destroyed him? I couldn't pin down the details. But I knew that among all the feelings attached to these memories, I didn't find any memory of regret. I only felt my current confusion.
As I tried to dissect the distant and vague memories resting upon me like a veil of shadows, I was torn from them just as suddenly as they had came over me, they disappeared completely. Probably never to return. Our commander's voice boomed over the intercom and echoed especially in the showers. The voice of god. I thought, quite dramatically. She was calling us all to the mess hall for supper, so I stepped out of the shower and made my way to the door. My mind felt clouded now, and I had a general feeling of disgust with everyone and everything. What a horrible way to finish a shower. I hadn't bothered to towel off, or even acknowledge any of the comings and goings around me. I simply grabbed my robe on the way out, wrapped myself up, and headed back to my room.
I would have been content to sit in my own space quietly while everyone else shoveled grub into their faces, but I was sure that if I hid here in my room, the commander would either send someone after me, or else personally drag my ass down the hall. So I pulled on my leathers and headed to the mess hall. On my way, it sounded like there was some racket going on behind me, which only served to add a bit more dread and disdain for humanity to my already sour mood. Some drunken bastard was wandering the halls and talking to himself, and for just a moment I stopped and turned around, gently caressing the handle of the lean black dagger on my hip...thinking I should probably just go slit his throat and save us all some trouble. I pictured the puddle of ruby red blood on the floor and I smiled a bit, but finally decided to turn and continue on my way. Lay low, and they'll all leave you the fuck alone.
I sat down at a table near the edge of the room, just in time to witness the stupidity. As the drunken bastard made his grand entrance, I simply watched everyone's reactions curiously. Once he had passed out on the foor, some chick jumped up and started snagging all of the "contaminated" glasses. I frowned and glared her way as I snatched up the nearest glass and chugged the contents, just before she was able to confiscate it. Honestly whatever the hell that combination had turned out to be tasted like shit, but I really needed something to take the edge off, and it had at least tasted strongly of alcohol.
Half-Rations for us and a pissed off commander...I wasn't used to being on this side of things. I took my half-bowl of slop and sat down, not touching it, as I scanned the room and tried to decide who I wanted on my good side. Honestly right now I'd be happy to set the whole place on fire and burn down with it. But I decided it wasn't worth my effort. I chuckled at the way my crankieness mixed with my lack of motivation. You're so full of shit. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
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49,453 | 1,334 | 67 | 866 | 228 | Raina Matthews
I resisted they urge to groans as I sat down next to my brother again, and instead it cams out as a growl. "Oh, I am so killing that asshole." I muttered to myself. Was he trying to make it harder on all of us? He was so going to be pissed when he woke up though, and that made me feel a little better. I didn't think it was fair that all of us should get punished because of him, but I didn't dare voice my opinion. Rin was in a bad mood right now, and I didn't want to die. I sighed and decided to eat my food.
Eli Matthews
"Join the club." I said to Raina. I was so fed up with Eric and his stupidity. At least all Rin did was cut the rations though. It could have been much worse. I looked around at the people in the room, seeing my own irritation reflected in some, and amusement in other faces. I really wanted to punch something, which was surprising seeming as I wasn't generally a violent person. "I think you could get several people to help you out there, at this point. | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,454 | 1,334 | 68 | 1,963 | 1,055 | Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
I was about to respond to Brandy, but the sound of a bumbling idiot distracted me. I turned to watch the entire scene unfold, watching the drunkard flop to the floor like a cake that fell off a table. I shook my head slightly, mentally face-palming. I didn't know who this guy was, but I sure as hell don't want to work with him. Although, it might work out well if he was to stumble into an explosive that I set. Maybe I should set up a trip in his pillow.
My thoughts were reinforced when Tyrant Rin decided to half everyone's portions. I can't stand idiots. As the 'exciting' event was swiftly mopped up, I turned back to Brandy, having remembered that I still needed to respond, "I'm Abbie. Nice to meet you." I replied, giving her a slight smile in return. | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,455 | 1,334 | 69 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Hunter Monroe
Half rations... still hated the idea. Though we were not in combat yet so I couldn't make that argument yet. I finished the soup relatively fast, like I do with most foods. I eat it, I finish ti fast, then I get to doing something. "Alright, done with meal time. I am going to do something productive." I stood up, stopping for a moment when my prosthetic got stuck. After it was unstuck I got up and started to leave. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the armory doing an inventory. If anyone has an objection feel free to help find another job to do."
I set down my dishes and started my way to the door, if there was anything that was good at keeping my mind from racing, it was taking inventory, and guns. The two combined was over all relaxing and calming. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,456 | 1,334 | 70 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I arrived in time to witness what I can only describe as the worst possible train wreck happen. I might have done some really really dumb things, but never anything like that. I stayed away from alcohol because I knew what my temper was like and feared it getting out of control and hurting some-one and not remembering. I frown at the whole scene. I hope Fenris gets the punishment he deserves. I grab some soup and chow down. I've had much worse and it actually tastes quite nice. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,457 | 1,334 | 71 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
When I see the drunk man fumble in I slowly loose my what's left of my good mood. I try to keep a calm exterior and ignore the situation, after all it's not my place to react. I know the Commander will handle this so I try to distract myself from it all. I drift into my mind, going over the routine of some surgeries in my head. I'm snapped back to reality though when I hear him stumble over to our table. I open my eyes to see him pouring a lot of alcohol into my cup. The sharp smell filled my senses. As those sickening memories filled my mind I felt my stomach turn.
It's alright, stay calm. I repeat in my head over and over. I don't know what scares me worse. The thought of picking up that cup and chugging it or the much more likely scenario of me going to the medical bay after dinner and shooting up enough pain killers to put a horse out. The temptation of the alcohol is enough to send me on a downward spiral to something much worse. Underneath the table I clasp my hands together and nervously rub my fingers. Tensions had been high the past two days and this wasn't helping any.
My eyes drift up to the girl as she comes by and removes the cups. I can't recall her name but I can remember that she's my bunk mate. Maybe I should thank her later? I should at least tell her she handled the situation well. Through all the mess I hadn't even heard the girl at the table talk to me. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,458 | 1,334 | 72 | 2,369 | 211 | Eric Fenris "Wolf"
After a few moments of lying face first on the cold floor of the brig I decide to open my eyes and sit up. "Well, that went better than expected," I say to myself as I rub my head. Lieutenant Sharp sure was rough dragging me down here, but it was expected. A few moments of silence passed before I stood up and took the two step necessary to get to the door of my cage. "Hey buddy!" I call to the crew member set to wait until I "woke up". "You heard the Lieutenant. I'm up now go get him." After the man ran off to get Sharp I pull a metal tin out of my cargo pocket and open it. Pulling out a fresh cigar I cut the tip of the filter and light it with a wood match before taking a nice long drag followed by a long sigh.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
I had almost stopped my search for booze when I looked through Eric's bags and found enough to run a small bar, I'm glad I kept looking. In every nook and cranny, under the beds, in the air duct, everywhere, and I found it in the craziest places. Well at least he has imagination." I say to myself just before one of the security staff tells me Eric is awake. That didn't take long at all, now too the fun part. As I walked back to the brig I think about how things are likely to turn out and none of them seem good for him, he was likely to freak out when I told him about the dog but I had other news he was going to like less!
When I stepped into the hall just outside Eric's cell the unmistakable aroma of a fine cigar was hanging in the air. I see you're enjoying yourself Sargent, it's a good thing too because you're likely to be spending a lot of time in there. I said as I stepped up to the door and nodded to the guard to let me in.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
I watch the Lieutenant walk into the brig and take another long drag from my cigar. I listen to his comment about spending allot of time in the cell and laugh a bit, holding the cigar in the corner of my mouth. I take one more drag from the cigar after Sharp finishes before holding it in my bionic arm and blowing out the smoke slowly, savoring the flavor as I did. "Care for one, Sir?" I ask him, holding out the tin towards him.
Waiting a few minutes after I take another small drag. "I hope you didn't hurt Lea when you caged her?" I ask, a small threat hidden in my words as I locked eyes with the Lieutenant.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
I smiled, took one of the cigars and thanked him then stuck it in my mouth without lighting it. I had never been very interested in smoking, but I would chew on a cigar all day long. I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, held it in my hand and said. "Before I get into that sergeant, if you have something you want to say to me just say it, as long as you add a sir, But you will follow appropriate military protocols when addressing the Commander. Is that understood?" I lean back against the wall and enjoy The rich, robust flavor of the cigar. He had good taste in cigars and booze even if his attitude was shit.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
"Well," I say while rolling my shoulders and rubbing my head, "Would it have killed ya to be a little softer on the drag here, Sir? Those stairs kinda hurt." I chuckled a bit at him before taking another drag. "Besides that.... Did you enjoy my little acting job back there, Sir?" This time I did not laugh. I simply held my cigar in my teeth and smirked at him.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
I couldn't help but smile when I thought about the 'thunk thunk thunk' noise his head had made bouncing down the stairs. "No it wouldn't have, but it wouldn't have been worth it otherwise. To be frank, no I didn't. You made a complete mockery of everyone who had a hand in your training and the military as a whole, but you probably consider that an achievement don't you?" I say, cigar still in my mouth. He probably thought he was clever or something. Maybe he thought it was going to keep him out of trouble. Well he'll learn he doesn't want to cross me at some point, but he doesn't strike me as a quick learner.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
"That I do, Sir," I say in reply. I remain silent for a few moments, enjoying my cigar. "So you gonna ask why I did it? Or do you still think I was legitimately being a drunken ass, Sir?" I ask with another smirk. It was amusing to think my acting is good enough to fool everyone.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
It didn't really matter why he did it but it might be interesting to see his reasoning on it. "I'm just partial to the drunken ass theory but I'll indulge you, why'd you do it Sargent?" I say after a moment of contemplation. The more information I gleaned the easier it would be, everyone has a weakness you just have to dig until you find it.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
"You see, Sir. I'm not an idiot, I'm grunt, a Soldier, but not an idiot. An idiot doesn't survive on the frontlines as long as I have. Unless they're in Rebirth that is." I say that last bit with a small laugh. "We all heard the briefing for this mission, at least what they're willing to tell us. This is a suicide mission, it's why most of you are all Rebirth. You die, then you come back no problem. I don't have that safety net, I'm not a member of Rebirth, nor do I care to be. It's not natural.
Anyway, point is, once we actually get this mission underway, and bullets start flying, I don't need anyone here feeling bad if I get shot." I pause and give the Lieutenant a good hard look. "You tell me to run through the fire, I'll run, and I'll kill every single bastard on the other side, but there will not be anyone on this team following me. So, now that they all hate me to hell and back I don't have to worry about that now do I, Sir?" I ask, placing the cigar in my mouth and holding it in my teeth.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
I stand there and chew on the cigar contemplatively for a long moment, ignoring his comment about rebirths, his reasoning seemed sound at first glance but he was factoring all the variables in. "I can see where you get that idea Sargent, but I don't think you're looking at all the angles here. I've been on more suicide missions than I can count, many of them before I was a rebirth, don't get me wrong I admire your self sacrificing spirit but the only reason I'm here today is something that you don't have." I say thinking back on all the times we knew that a mission was going to go bad and we pulled it off anyway. How we pulled victory from the jaws of defeat for years.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
"And what the hell might that be?" I ask, the cigar still in my mouth as I lean back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
It was only the single most important thing for any military unit. "Trust, you don't trust your teammates and they don't trust you. Without that you may as well pop yourself out an airlock right now because the only thing you're going to do is get someone else killed." I said as I started pacing. "If you know that you can trust the man watching your back or rigging the explosive or sniping the guy with a gun to your head, then your team can accomplish the impossible, you will be more than the sum of the individual members. Moreover you won't need to throw yourself at the enemy, that's why us rebirths are here. We can die and be okay, so it only makes sense to let us take one for the team." I say as I recall all the crazy shit we did.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
As I listened I had to force myself not to laugh. Each word Sharp said was making it harder and harder though. Finally, after he had said his piece, I laughed. I laughed enough that I had to hold my cigar in my hand so it wouldn't drop to the floor. It took me a few moments to bring myself back together. "For a stiff officer, you really surprise me. You honestly didn't even bother to read my dossier after Commander Rin requested me for this mission did you?" I shake my head and take a quick drag. "My call sign is 'Wolf' for a reason. On the frontlines I am placed in the heaviest fighting, but given freedom to move where I need to. I have not had a team for years, Lieutenant, and that's because my skills are better used if I'm alone. Now why would the Commander request me specifically if she wanted everyone to work as a team? It makes no sense, and so I reinforce my point." I take another quick drag from the cigar. "Seeing as I'm the lone 'Wolf', and my ops are solitary. I don't need anyone crying over my corpse once I do my duty. That said, I'll play nice and proper with you and Commander Rin in private, but out there, with the others, I'll keep on being an ass. I don't need anyone following me into the ground, Sir." I finish speaking and take a long, prolonged drag, from my cigar as I look him dead in the eyes.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
This had gone on long enough, I had tried to be reasonable and explain this nicely but he is one of those guys who truly believe that they are above the law simply because of their combat ability. "You just don't get it do you? So you're a badass, big fucking deal. Everyone on this team is a badass, and in case you missed it, this isn't a front line mission, your run and gun tactics won't do you any good here. Your former commander left out a few details in the personal file he sent, like your complete lack of ability to work cooperatively with anyone and your complete disregard from the chain of command. Had we known about that we never would have requested you." I say as I pull the cigar from my mouth and step up right in front of him still looking him in the eye. "Furthermore you don't get to decide whether or not you work with someone or not, you don't have the rank, information or the brain power required to make those decisions, Sargent, I do that's why I'm a Lieutenant Commander! I have more than fifty years of experience, Commander Monroe has more than that, you should consider that the next time you think you know everything. There may come a time when we need your particular skills but until then, and I'll be blunt so that you are sure to get this, Play nice with the other kids or I'll have your insubordinate ass relieved of duty and court marshaled at the space station. And you'll have a hell of a time trying to find your dog after twenty years in military prison." I don't give a damn if he could single handedly win the war if he insisted on continuing to act like a spoiled little bitch I'd string his ass up and use him for target practice.
Eric Fenris "Wolf"
I shifted my cigar to the other side of my mouth after LT Sharp finished his little power rant. I stared him directly in his eyes. I was trying to be nice about this, but my patience was wearing very thin now. "If I was going to be canned for insubordination it would have been done the day I broke an admiral's jaw. Your threats don't scare me, Sharp. I'm not some damned green boy just out of boot. Now why don't you use your rank and brain to think for a second." I pause here and run my hand down my face in frustration. Talking to this man was like talking to a damned robot. The only thing he did was listen to orders and never think for himself. "Wrap your head around my career so far. Single Ops or free roam permissions on the battlefield since the day I graduated boot. Now that's not bragging, that's facts, and it's not hidden behind any red tape. Now think, as a battlefield Commander, how much could you accomplish if you had someone who you didn't have to worry about on the lines? Someone you just told to go do something and it would get done, and, until you had something else for them, they operated on self made objectives to ensure victory.
Now with that in mind, how much more could you accomplish with an asset like that? You would be able to concentrate on more important or harder objectives without needed to track the smaller ones. That is why I operate the way I do. That is the reason I don't work in teams, and that is the reason I am still in the military and not some one armed bum sitting on the streets asking for handouts!" I pause again as my temper was starting to get ahead of me. I was trying to make a point not get into a fight with the man, even though it would make me smile to knock him around a couple times.
"Point is, Sir. I am almost completely operate on a solo basis. I don't work well with others off the battlefield, I don't like other people and want nothing to do with them. Countering that, if you or Commander Rin tell me to help this guy, or escort that guy, I will, no question. You want anything more than that, forget it. So before you go on your next rant about rank, and experience, why don't you go consult Commander Rin about why she chose to include a grunt like me that likes to work alone on this little mission of yours." With that said I took long drag from my cigar, not caring if the smoke went into his face or not. Especially since he thought it was a good idea to get up in my face.
LT Commander Brine Sharp
This guy just didn't get it, this really was the end of the line for him if he doesn't learn to play by the rules. "Look Sargent, Commander Monroe gave me a problem to take care of and said fix it or dispose of it, that problem is you. You have made yourself more trouble than you're worth and this is your last chance to fall in line before I sack you for good. I don't give a shit how good at what you are if you can't follow an order you are useless to me and the Commander. If you don't like it than your fuck out of luck, just because you got pushovers for Commanders in the past doesn't mean you can continue to do as you please here. I am not going to tolerate it and neither will the Commander, if you feel the need to take this up with her than do so but if I hear anything other than you doing exactly what I've told you to do then you'll find out just how serious I am." I say making it as clear as possible that this is the end of the conversation and if he forces the issue any more there will be irreversible consequences, then I leave him there in the cell to stew or rant or whatever the hell he wants to do and go to make my report to Commander Monroe.
this post was a colab between TartanO88 and Demon Grave | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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49,459 | 1,334 | 73 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester
I scowl and grunt in pain, another headache. I got them constantly but either never had the time or bothered to go and get it sorted. I'd get around to it one day, hopefully I wouldn't be removed from duty - that was my main worry. My work is my life. I slip on a pair of sunglasses, they seem to help with the 'attacks'. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,460 | 1,334 | 74 | 2,016 | 1,003 | The rest of the evening was much more quiet, most deciding to just stick to themselves. The next morning their punishments of half rations and confinement to their rooms was lifted. However they were still responsible for the janitorial duties, a task that lasted until they arrived at the space station a few days later. Before departing their transport ship Rin gave them a brief reminder to stay close to the area that their ship was at and to not discuss the mission with anyone. She also stressed their departure time, which was scheduled for about a day later. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,461 | 1,334 | 75 | 866 | 228 | It roughly 20 years ago, the RAS launched a massive attack on Haxon, deploying troops both on the ground and in the sky. Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed. An important goal of the battle was to extract several large groups of refugees located all over the planet. The coordinates for each pickup weren't determined until the last moment to avoid the UKD from discovering them and slaughtering every last man, woman, and child. The all important task of delivering the pickup coordinates rested in the hands of Lt. Commander Monroe.
On her way to deliver this very important information she was caught in a fire fight between several UKD Predators and RAS Vipers. Sparing the details of the fight, Rin got shot down. Bane and his team were the closest to where she crashed and went to investigate. Upon finding her alive Bane reached down his hand and said, "Hi my name is Shelia, I like long walks on the beach and getting lost in the rain." to lighten the seriousness of the moment. After pulling her out of the half destroyed ship they radioed their Commander for orders. Immediately they were ordered to completely destroy her ship and get her back to base, all while drawing as little attention as possible.
Bane orders his team to carry on in the battle while he and Bolshevik took Rin to the base. Unknown to Bane and his team, Rin had the coordinates to where the refugees were going to be extracted. As the made their way through the blood soaked battle fields they learned many things about each other. What exactly happened is a secrete that neither will ever speak of. All that can be said is that they came out the other end as good friends.
After completing their mission they parted ways and haven't spoken since.
Justin "Bane' Case
Prologue.
I've spent three weeks on the top of this mountain. Watching, waiting for the right moment to let loose the round. This isn't just an assassination, this is also recon. Recon isn't my favorite thing to do but it has to be done.
I've watched multiple targets over the past three weeks. I know almost everything about them. How they drink their coffee, when they take a shit in the morning, who they're sleeping with. I know who these people are when no one is looking. I won't feel bad about killing these people.
I watch all of my targets are gathered in the same conference room. I have to wait for the right moment. Three people, two rounds. Two of them were sitting a cross from each other. Plus a third at the end of the table.
I slow my breathing, long measured breaths. I do everything I can to control the adrenaline and my heart rate. I draw one deep breath and pull the trigger. I get the two sitting across from each other. I have less than three seconds to get back on target and pull the trigger. I watch as the round pulls slightly to the right but thankfully, it still finds its mark. I watch the back of his head explode and I know I had finger too deep in the well. It's a rookie mistake that I shouldn't make.
"At least he'll have an open casket." I say to myself. I touched my ear. A long rage radio in the form of nanotechnology. With this I can communicate with any radio without ever moving my lips. It was all a matter of finding the right frequency.
"Command, this is TF Zephyr. How copy?"
"Zephyr this is Command, we read loud and clear. Give us a sitrep."
"All targets are accounted for. I'm ready to wrap up here. All data has been transmitted."
"Rodger that Zephyr, bring it on home. You're being reassigned to Commander Rin Lee Monroe. You'll get a couple of days of rest before getting back out into the field. She requested you for a classified mission"
"..." I have to process what my CO has just told me. Rin Lee? Monroe? I haven't seen her for what? Twenty years now, that sounds right. There was good reason mind you. What happened back then... You don't forget something like that.
"Zephyr this is Command. Acknowledge." They demanded from me.
"Command this is Zephyr, I acknowledge, Commander Monroe, female, pink hair, about 5'10. Prettier than sin, call sign Valkyrie?"
"That's her Zephyr, sounds like you know her."
"Something like that... This is TF Zephyr. Rodger wilco. I'm heading home." I don't know whats going on right but I don't like it. I start inching my way out off the mountain. I just killed a couple of people. Killing them was the easy part. Getting away was the hard part. They are gonna come looking for me. I need to watch my step till I can back into the safe zone. From there I can start to really move.
The next day.
I made it to the base in just twelve hours ago. I did my after action reports and turned them in. I now find myself in the bathroom, first time in what seems like a couple of months. Was it that long? I can't remember. When I look in the mirror I see a man that looks like shit. Tired and beaten up. Its nothing that some rest won't fix. I'll get that on the way to meeting Rin Lee.
As I pack my things into my duffle bags. I can't help but notice the dust on everything. I've spent too much time out in the field . It's a reminder that my job never seems to end. Maybe I should slow down a little. Maybe this reassignment won't be the worst thing ever.
When I finish packing and head to my shuttle. I'm not sure where I'm going but this will get me there. A medic comes up and gives me an injection, something to help me sleep. They know I don't do well on these things.
When I come to there's a stack of folders next me. Dossiers on the people I'll be working with. Information is little to say the least, name, rank, picture and job descriptions.
There isn't enough information for me to idea of anyone but one question keeps coming to mind. Is this a combat group or a modeling group? The people here are way to pretty. I get the feeling we're not going to kill people as much as do fundraising and bullshit moral raising.
I set down the folders and motion for the medic to dose me up again. This time I'll sleep till arrive. At least this way I don't have to worry about being a fucking model.
Three days later.
I wake up only to find that the ship has landed. It'll be another hour or so before I can get the answers I am looking for. I use this time to hit the bathroom and get cleaned up. I'd hate to look bad as I show my ass for the first time. Thankfully I'm wearing civilian clothes. I can hide my rank and use it to my advantage.
When I step off the transport ship, I'm greeted by an Ensign. I feel bad this kid. I'm gonnna use him for everything he's got. He welcoming, and has a warm smile. I almost hate to do this. "Commander Rin Lee Monroe! Get me there!" I barked. That warm smile turns into a fearful one. "Yes sir!." He says with a salute and leads me to who I wanna see.
I get walked over just a few bays, just a crossed the hanger. I was saddened to see that I wasn't gonna get to mess with more people.
I shout my instruction for all the others to follow. "Officer on deck!" I shout. "If all yall would be so kind as to give me and the commander a few moments... Now go! Go! Go!" I watch them jump to their feet and head for the door.
As I wait move next to Rin Lee Monroe. A horrible idea crossing my mind and I just can't help myself. I begin to sing.
Cruisin Down The Street In My Six-Fo''
Jockin The Bitches, Slappin The Hoes
Went To The Park To Get The Scoop
Knuckleheads Out There Cold, Shootin Some Hoops
A Car Pulls Up, Who Can It Be
A Fresh El Camino Rollin Kilo G
He Rolled Down His Window And He Started To Say
Its All About Makin That G.T.A.
Coz The Boys In The Hood Are Always Hard
You Come Talkin That Trash, We'll Pull Ya Card
Knowin' Nutin In Life But To Be Legit'
Dont Quote Me Boy Coz I Aint Said Shit
As the last one leaves I realize that may have gotten a little to into it. I look at Rin Lee. I'm not exactly sure how I should be feeling. She is prettier than I remember but something is different. "You look good Rin." I start off with a complement. It's a very weak a d poor attempt at winning some trust. "It's been what? twenty years or so?"
"You know I just... Just can't help but wonder what the fuck I'm doing here?" I let a small laugh. Secure in the knowledge that she requested me.
"You wouldn't mind sharing that information would you? I gotta wanna need to know that." I may have said more than a little flippantly.
Commander Rin Monroe
I was standing there, clipboard in hand, looking over diagnostics of the vipers along with the lists of ammo and general supplies to be loaded on the ship with them. I sigh in irritation as the lower ranking officers I'd been using to take care of prepping and loading the vipers quickly moved out of the area. I simply ignore Bane and his flamboyant entry. It was like he was putting on some kind of performance in hopes of swooning me, or at least getting a reaction. My attention continues to stay focused on the papers as I carefully look over them and flip through to the next. He filled the silence with stupid lyrics and eager questions. To which I continued to ignore and stay glued to my task at hand. Now it was quiet, nothing being said. An awkward silence as most would call it. In all honesty half my reason for making him wait was to remind him who was the boss here.
Finally I finish and look up. "Are you done being an idiot yet?" I ask as I lower the clip board and put a hand on my hip. "Because if not I can take off for another 20 years and give you a chance to grow the fuck up." I bark out at him. I shake my head and walk to a table where I set down the clipboard. What I said might be a little more harsh than necessary but I've had to deal with a lot of shit from the rest of my team and I'm in no mood to have it coming from him too. Then again, what kind of fucktard yells at everyone to leave then starts rapping?
Justin "Bane' Case
"Somebody had a bad day huh?" I tell her as I lean against the table she sat her clipboard on. "I think even if you took off for next fifty yeas, I'd still act like this. You knew that when you got me here." She's trying to get the upper hand. She wants to let me know me who's in charge around here. I'll back off and let her have it. There is a time and place for everything. This wasn't the time to push.
It makes sense, but it makes me wonder what happened around here. I've heard rumors that she had became some kinda hard ass over the years. I didn't think they were completely true, but even back then she was a little on the hard side. Still I can't help but wonder what happened around here. She's angry I can tell that much. She was never one to suffers fools. That was proven on the battlefront.
Commander Rin Monroe
I put a hand on the back of my neck, briefly trying to rub out some tension, and look around then back to him. "I know. But your good at what you do, and I need people I can trust at my back. Because I have a gut feeling we're about to walk off into some deep shit." I explain in a more tired then angry tone. "Hell, that's our job though." I say shaking my head and re-positioning my stance. I flag over a Petty Officer who stood just out of ear shot. "Double the the fuel for the Vipers and triple all the ammo. Other than that everything is good to go." I tell the young officer as I hand them the clipboard. I look back to Bane who was waiting much more patiently now. "Let's find somewhere private so I can give you the run down of why exactly your here." I suggest. Wasting no time I walk briskly towards the exit.
Justin "Bane' Case
Bitch best get right I tell myself. I'm one of the best in this army but that's a talk for another time. I'll save that comment for later, even though it hurts my pride more than I want to admit. I stay silent till I know she's done talking. I may not be speaking but I am watching, shes stressed. Is it stress or fear and worry? There are way too questions here.
The more I listen and watch her, the more confident I get that this is big, really big. Might even be able to change the tide of the war. I can't help but wonder what could be that big? A Defection? Taking out their Rebirth system? Are we a splinter cell attacking the capital of UKD?
I have to remind myself that whatever this is, its gonna get fucked. In my whole career I haven't had many perfect missions. Perfect missions where the stuff of legends. I've had few, others have as well. My gut tells me this won't be one of them.
I Watch as she tells the Petty officer what to do. Double fuel and triple ammo? I really don't like this. I hate those things, with words that can't be expressed, I hate them. It removes most all of your senses. It takes away the smelling, hearing and touch. You can't taste the gun powered air.
Give me a blue sky and dirt under my feet and I can deal with anything.
It's not till she says something that I realize not only is my face is showing my anger at the Vipers but I have no clue whats going on right now. The only thing I can hear is private and rub down. I want make a joke but I know I heard wrong. That's not her style. That's not to say I'd say no to that deal. I'd take that in a heart beat.
"Mind if we get something to eat? It's been a few days since I had some solid food." I asked her. If I have to hear how bad this is gonna be. I'd rather do it on full stomach than an empty one.
I grin to myself, remembering what an old friend once told me. "I like to be wined and dined before I get fucked." And I can't help but get the feeling I'm gonna get fucked, and not the way I want.
Commander Rin Monroe
Despite his silence I can tell he's got a lot on his mind. The look in someone's eye and their expression can often tell you more about what they're thinking then words ever could. And while I have met people you manipulate even the smallest of details about their reactions to mislead you, I know Bane and that's not what he's doing. He's not really the type to play little tricks like that. Chances are he's gonna say it to your face, and bluntly at that. Knowing that though makes me worry about his silence. I can feel a certain disgust, curiosity, worry, and general edginess about him.
Hell, he doesn't even know what the mission is about yet and he's edgy. Maybe that's why I'm so stressed, this mission keeps giving me a weird feeling. It's far from the most dangerous mission I've been on, yet why can't I shake this feeling? I wonder if I'm just going soft in my old age... huh yeah right.
I had noted his scowl towards the Vipers, probably just his dislike of flying and ships. That or the jet fuel is getting to him. "Of course. I wouldn't want you to be thinking about food while I'm trying to brief you." I remark as he comes alongside me. Absentmindedly I run a hand over my head to smooth my ponytail.
* * *
I suddenly regret offering to pay for his food. I was unaware of how much he could devour. "Was the ice cream really necessary?" I ask with a shake of my head. I feel like a babysitter walking along with the kid and his ice cream cone. After ducking into a storage room I begin the briefing. I tell him the same information all the others got. About half way through I take a seat atop a crate and cross my legs. Once I conclude I take a long breath. "Any questions?" I ask.
Justin "Bane' Case
She ran her hand through her hair. Shes stressed and worried. I can't help but wonder if she saw my face. It always kinda bothered me how observant she was. It was normally pretty hand but not when it was directed at me.
She did agree to the food though. That's something in the plus column. When offered to pay for the meal, I remember she's never really seen me eat. Last time we were together I didn't really get the chance to eat anything outside of an MRE here and there. She'll regret it later, more than she knows. After the second or third pass through I can tell shes not too happy anymore.
Eating with Rin Lee was much more enjoyable than what some people would think it be. I can see she why they would think that. She tightens up around other people, its when they leave I can see her loosen up a bit. When she loosens up and starts talking Rin Lee is a surprisingly fun and lovely person... When no one is around to see it. Pity most people won't see that side of her. As we get up to leave I can't help it. They have ice cream here! I must have it!
As we leave I can hear how annoyed she is by her questioning the need for ice cream. "You know I haven't even had the option of ice cream for a few months. Ground fighter remember?" I try to remind her what she pulled me away from.
It wasn't long before she pulled me into storage room. I don't know whats gonna happen in here. Am I getting briefed, laid, or is she gonna try to kill. She has her side arm with her, but I got ice cream and I know how to use it.
I listened intently to every detail of briefing. I don't like this, I hate this idea. Something is wrong here. As I watch her sit on a box and adopt an oddly feminine pose, she asked for questions. Dear Lord Sweet Baby Jesus do I have questions.
I stare at her silently for a few moments gathering my thoughts together, licking and enjoying every bit of the ice cream that is almost gone. I'm sure she thinks I look like a fool. I got up and walked to the door and stepped outside of the storage room. "Wait here." I told her. I'm not asking her, I'm telling her. I find the nearest person and take ask them to get my bags and bring to the storage unit.
He's quicker than I gave him credit for. My bags where there not long after I walked back into the room. I still haven't said anything. The silents is deafening in its own way. "Just so we are clear, we don't really know where we are going, and we don't know whats gonna happen when we get there. Just that we're going to Cortan, and we're gonna be in city... Likely a big one. Will Rebirth even be an option? Why the hell are we taking Vipers? For that matter is this all we're doing or are we gonna do some bullshit splinter cell shit?" I spoke as I starting pulling somethings out of the duffle.
Two steel cup and a bottle. The bottle was rare liquor from Haxon. It wasn't all that rare twenty years ago but its extremely rare these days. One of the many gifts from that day that just keeps on give. I toss her a cup and poor myself more than I ought to, I toss her the bottle and motion for her to do the same.
After a drink I lean on the box next to her. I forget how good this stuff is. I glance at her a time or two before speaking. "Something isn't right here and you know it. Are you sure you wanna go through wit this?"
Commander Rin Monroe
I set the bottle aside for the time being. I raise my hand to my mouth and wipe the sweat away from my top lip. The air in the room is humid and uncomfortable, with a stale smell on top of that. I pass the empty cup back and forth in my hands as I momentarily gather my thoughts. With a deep breath I set the cup by the bottle then move my hands to grasp the edge of the crate I sat on, arms straight. My eyes move to meet his. His stare was as stern and serious as mine. His concern is legitimate but I surely hope he doesn't think I'm new to things like this.
"I'll be getting a message from the spy tomorrow giving us more specific details. But unfortunately we can't always have all the information we'd like to. I guess you could say not having a set in stone plan makes it easier to make adjustments. You know just as well as me a good soldier has to be flexible." I say plainly. Slowly I tilt my head downwards and rock it back and forth, a popping sound coming from my neck as several vertebrae snap back into place.
"Anyone on this mission who is in Rebirth has a sufficient amount of bodies aboard the ship. So yes, it will be an option. As for the Vipers, well I don't like going in without being prepared. I've been given the lead way to investigate and if we get ourselves in a shitty situation I don't want to be unarmed." With that I slide off the crate and lean on it, arms crossed. I know how bad this all looks but I'd rather be overly prepared then caught off guard.
Justin "Bane' Case
When she finishes, I down the rest of my drink and pour one for the both of us. She'll get pissed at me for it but I doubt she'll do anything I can't handle. I rub my temple then run my hand through my hair before letting out a large sigh.
She dodged the last question, a lot could be read into that. Again something else to save for later. "Alright, time to get with the beat, these are the cards you've dealt and you gotta play them right." I tell myself.
"Okay! Well Rin, tomorrow. we should know something tomorrow!" I tried to say cheerfully, I don't know if she would buy it or not but I gather my things. I just noticed I called her Rin, not Rin Lee. She's gonna notice that. Well she say chalk it up to alcohol or distraction? Chang the pace, don't give her time to realize what just happened. I start singing a little song as I make sure everything is where it supposed to be.
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
When I am done I look back to her, knowing shes as unhappy about this as I am. At this point if I asked any more questions, we'd be running around in circles. Its best to leave it alone for now. When more information comes to light, then I'll throw a bitch fit. "Is it too late to ask how yah been? You look good, hairs as pink as ever!" No matter what she says next this conversation is coming to a close. I could use some time to myself. Maybe meet a few of the people on this task force.
Commander Rin Monroe
I briefly stare down at the liquid in the cup. I had refrained from pouring a drink since I'm on duty and have a shit ton yet to get done. However, after going through that briefing again and answering his questions I feel I can now justify it. Besides, one drink won't be remotely enough to impair my judgment. I also know how to cut it off at just one. I swirl it around the cup once or twice then take a long drink. The nearly forgotten taste takes me decades back to memories that were sweet when made but turned bitter somewhere along the way.
I pull myself out of the toxic trap called memories and force my mind to focus on the reality at hand. I nearly do a double take when he called me Rin. It isn't the fact that he called me by name that I find surprising, it's that he didn't add in my middle name like he usually did. It was an odd habit of his that I don't really understand but I suppose we all have those strange little things we do. However, him addressing me in nontraditional ways is much more tolerable than him randomly breaking out into song. I try to tune him out as I finish my drink.
Now there was a question I hadn't seen coming. It felt about like a slap to the face, stings just enough to get your attention. It felt like a hour passed as I tried to concoct some kind of answer, thankfully though only a few seconds passed. I tilt my head back to finish off the drink then set the cup aside. Silently I threw up walls, all around me. Any inch of unprotected emotion was buried. "I'm still alive, aren't I?" I answer causally. The reality that we both knew all to well was that I couldn't die, not even if I want to.
Justin "Bane' Case
I watched as her face went from seemingly enjoying this conversation, to a cold hard exterior. I could see the wheels turning in her. Whatever she says next will be a lie. I'm watching as the walls go up all around her. If you knew what you were looking for her could be road map of pain and disappointment. Something happened to her that was pretty bad. I almost wonder how many times something like that happened. As much as I want to ask, its none of my business right now.
I was holding everything together till she answered. Hearing her answer I let a laugh or three slip out. "I don't know Rin Lee, you look pretty dead to me." I told her before I down my drink. I put the cups and bottle away and pick up my bags.
" Well Commander if you need to talk, I'll be around. Just listen for my lyrical flow."I tell her as sling the bags over my shoulder and fire off a shitty salute. "DJ, drop a sick beat!" I shout as I walk out the door.
I walked to my cabin and unpacked a few things. I didn't unpack much, if nothing no reason than I was lazy and just wanted to keep drinking. I did pull out some... objectionable items. They were my own personal weapons. I hate it when other people mess with my weapons. My knives, my fire arms, my upkeep.
I pull out the bottle and steel cup and fill the cup. I also pull out a small stereo. As the music plays I start cleaning and maintaining my weapons. I sharpen my knives, slow and steady. Mindful of just how important a clean and sharp cutting edge. When I finish my knives, three in total. Each one of them had their own purposes. I have a knife for utility, for people and for food. I take very special of each of them. I never without one of them.
I moved on my firearms. I kept two them with me at all times. A handgun and rifle, both custom built by me. The rifle is my pride and joy. I've gone over every inch and part on this rifle, everything is done the way I want it and it looks like it. I love this weapon. My handgun is a little more conventional. A lot of the handgun has just been modified, a small change here or there. Its a very effective tool that can be overlooked.
As I take apart my rifle, I notice that I left my cabin door open. It doesn't bother as much as you'd think it would. It really helps that my back isn't to the door. I take another drink and clean my rifle. There were worse ways to spend an evening.
A collaboration bewteen AcerRo and BlackRose24 | -Full Name: Raina Matthews
-Age: 75
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergent
-Call-sign: Sky Hawk
-Personality: Raina is very straight-forward and you never have to guess what she's thinking. She mostly likes keeping to herself but when she's in the mood, she can be quite sociable and funny. Most people like her. It is almost impossible for her to hold a grudge and she is fiercely loyal. She is extremely smart and she knows it but she tries very hard not to be arrogant about it. Her Sassy, stubborn, sarcastic personality has gotten her into trouble more times then she cares to remember but somehow she always managed to get out of trouble before anything serious happened. Despite her happy outward appearance, she has been hurt many times in her life and she guards her heart very closely. It is not a easy task to gain her trust and only a select few can gain it. She has always listened to her instincts, and they normally turn out to be right. She has a kind heart and likes to help others out whenever she can. She views the rules as sometimes breakable depending on 3 things. 1: who she's with 2: what rules of her own does it conflict with and 3: what are the consequences. She has her own set of rules that she lives by. A code if you will. Many times, this "code" of hers has gotten her into heaps of trouble and has almost gotten her demoted. She's never really been very girly and has always seemed to not fit in with other girls. Give her a punching bag and she'll be happy. Occasionally, when she's interested in someone she well completely transform and try to act like a girl. Most of the time, she is kinda quiet and follows orders but if she sees a problem with what her commander has told her to do she is not afraid to speak up. Raina will always fight for what she believes in and to her, surrender is NOT an option. Because of her stubbornness and her simple refusal to give up and die, she wins most battles she's in.
-History: Raina was born and raised on Tenish and had a very happy childhood. Her father was a wealthy man and they didn't have as hard of struggles as most did. She grew up with four older and younger brothers and they all entertained each other. They would often disappear into the woods for hours causing their mother to worry. Everything was as good as it could be during the war... Until one day her entire world shattered. Because of her family's wealth their home was one of the targets of a U.K.D attack when she was 14. Her home was destroyed by missiles and fire, her parents dead, and only one of her brothers survived. They became even closer then they were before and their bond is unbreakable. That was the day that she vowed to help destroy the U.K.D. When she was old enough she joined the army and was after years and years of hard training she was asked to join the "rebirth" project. She accepted. She has fought in many battles but one note-worthy one was when the U.K D had tried to overtake Hanorat. they had planted a bomb in the capital city of Hanorat in an attempt to cause wide-spread panic. Raina had been first on the scene along with her best friend. After diss-arming the bomb, Raina was able to save Hanorat's capital city but not her friend, who had been shot while watching Raina's back. To this day she still feels as though it was her fault. After that, battle though, her determination only became stronger and she started to rise through the ranks. She soon discovered she was a good mechanic and became a engineer for some time helping repair the damaged ships but her calling had always been to be in the heart of the battle. She decided that she was going to use her skills to her advantage and built a Starhound Class Viper from scratch and her claim to fame is that it is one of the fastest in the fleet. She was taken prisoner at some point but she escaped. She had actually managed to gain information instead of give information. She had discovered that people loved to tell you that you were wrong and she used it to her advantage.
-Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combat, pilot, excellent mechanic, advanced sniper, bomb making/disarming.
-Weakness: She is way to relaxed when it comes to the rules and regulations. She also is loyal to her brother before anyone else and if she has to choose between helping him or the R.A.S she will always choose Eli.
-Romantic Relationship: She's had a few flings. One serious relationship but that ended badly. At the moment she isn't really looking but she's open to a relationship.
-Other: She always has on a small moonstone pendant that her mother gave to her as a baby. It supposedly had been in her family for generations. She also has a Starhound class viper which she has named Falcon. Her and her brother Eli have the same tattoo on their right shoulder (see Eli's sign-up for a pic) she also nick-named her brother "Scruffy"
-Appearance: Raina stands at about 5''9 and has a fit, figure with slight curves. She has lightly tanned skin and thick, long, curly dark brown hair as well as brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Most of the time she either wears her uniform or if she's just messing around with her viper she'll wear a tank-top and some jeans. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail.
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49,462 | 1,334 | 76 | 2,083 | 190 | Sgt Azurael Winchester
The migraines, headaches, whatever - they had because a constant nuisance over the past few days. On the upside, I had gotten used to them. It wouldn't interrupt my work. I had found a meditation technique of sorts that, well released tension, and helped somewhat. Thinking of the time G and I had together our first night in the same room helped to release the tension. I didn't actually believe that myth until I tried it. Who knew, huh? It saved me going to medical and kept me relaxed. I wasn't about to tell any-one how I relieved the pain. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,463 | 1,334 | 77 | 336 | 3,437 | I wake Up In My bed the smell of cigars and Alcohol attacking my senses. Even though Eric had been in the brig did not mean he had taken his smell with him. I rub my eyes as i stand up Bumping my head."Dammit!" I come out of my bed and start putting on my clothes. I then turn around and start packing my stuff that i had unpacked. i then light up a cigar and start walking out of the ship. I shake a few hands with the crew of said transport ship and wish them good travel. The fake as hell skylight shined in his face as he entered the bay they had landed on. I walked of the boarding plank and slowly disapeard into the crowd of people. I checked my data pad to see where there ship was docked. Unfortunately it seemed it was docked at the other side of the station.I sighed and started my walk towards the ship. This station seems to have seen better days. As some of the fake daylights flickered showing the metal roof. Most people ignored it. I decided to do the same.
I then finally reach the ship. She looks look with the fresh paint job. I smile as i look at the giant cannon on top of it. It looked unstable but it should do the trick in a fight. If they where gonna be in any action at all for that matter. I approach the ship and a soldier stops and ask me for my businesses.I calmly show him my papers. He salutes and steps out of the way letting me enter. I nod and walk onto the boarding plank into the bowls of the ship. After walking around for a but i manage to find my room which is close to the bridge. My room is big enough. A bed, a desk, and a closet. I then start unpacking . I putt my books on the desk and a few of my best bottles as well. I also put some drinking glasses on it as well. I pack my clothes into the closest. I then pick up something that brings back memories. A small picture of me and my wife. I stare at it for a while before putting it on my desk as well. I then put the rest of my beer into my closest and start to explore the ship. It didn't take long before i found the bar. The bar looked like any regulary bar . The one thing that stood of was the piano tucked away in a corner. I around if anyone is near then walk to piano take and take a seat. I slide my fingers across the keys checking if they sound false which they don't and then i start to play. | Full name: Chris Henderson
Age: 50
Rebirth: Yes, although it was against his will.
Rank/assignment: Captain
Call sign: Bastard
Personality: Chris Henderson Hides His feelings very well. He Sees Conversation more as a chess game than anything else. He Knows how to act to his superiors, If he feels like it that is. To those below him He acts very neutral keeping all his opinions of you to himself. However when you have earned his respect and hell maybe even his friendship, He will drop his poker face. Then he is just a friendly guy who you can do drinking contests with. He is, however very serious and is not afraid to go against his orders if these seem like folly to him. He Stares death in they eye and has a burning hatred against the UDK, because they killed his wife and unborn son. This is why he tries to disconnect from his comrades in fear of losing them, Something which he still, after all his years of service, is unable to do. He mostly keeps to himself reading and drinking.
History: I'm Chris Henderson and this is my story. I was born on a mining facility close to Shantor. My young days where just as any kid, I had a loving family a hardworking father a caring mother and a grumpy sister. *chuckles* Those where the good days, Days that i wasn't afraid of getting shot or trying to command my ship which had just been ambushed. Sadly everything must come to an end. I was just 18 at the time When they attacked us, I remember it all so clearly. I was just watching t.v. when the alarms went off, I tried to pack some things but my father said that it was a waste of time. We ran as quick as we could to the escape pods, then the first Round hit. we all fell to the ground, the shock was immense. I completely panicked and ran as hard as I could losing sight of everyone I knew in the process. I was able to make it to one of the escape pods. I was tucked away in the pod with a bunch of unknown faces. However when we where just about to launch i saw my family trying to make it to the pod but they where to late. And then my father looked at me, his face a mix of relief and sadness knowing he would never see me again. I tried to save them tried to get them inside, but a couple of men held me down. We launched barely escaping the explosion, and as I watched my home burn I promised to take my revenge on the UKD. I was able to make my way to Shantor And enlisted in the army. It was the stupidest thing I would ever do.
For three goddamn years I fought on all kinds of battlefields, From ice to desert I was always there. In the beginning I had a few friends, those from boot camp, I remember them all. James was a total ass, But in truth he was the most heroic man I ever met. Jeremy was our medic, he saved my life so many times I stopped counting at one point, he was the smart ass of our team. Then we had Conner our weird but trusty heavy weapons guy. As time went one I came to see them as family, trying to replace the one I lost, Which again was a stupid mistake. The first one we lost was Conner, we where stuck in a kill zone and Conner tried to shoot his way through. In the end we made it, Conner sadly did not. Next we lost Jeremy, our medic. I had been hit in the arm and he was dragging me behind some wall. I remember him saying that I owed him a beer again, Just as I was about to laugh when there was an ear deafening shot. I then saw Jeremy, his head had been turned into gravy, only his glasses remained. Before the sniper could finish me off he was shot by James, he then carried me back to base. However even he would loose his life. We where sent out to scout the area, when we where in a shot to hell supermarket me and James came under fire from a squad of enemy soldiers. James then did the most honorable thing a man could do, they had seen James but not me, he ran out to them emptying his gun. They mowed him down without taking a scratch. I wanted to help but I was to damn big a coward to do anything about it. I then asked my Sargent if I could be transferred to a battlestar, Maybe it was the sadness in my eyes that swayed him maybe it was something else, whatever it was I was transferred and got paid just enough for a couple of months. I would however use that money for something different. I had asked to be transferred mostly because I still wanted to serve, and secondly because I did not have the money the first time.
The first day's at the academy at Shantor where hard, this was different territory and acting tough did not work here. It was all about the smarts. It was here where I learned how to get my poker face on. At first I tried fighters I always wanted to be a badass fighter pilot, to race through the ships dodging like a boss. However it was requested of me that I had to take a reaction test, Which I failed horribly. I had only two options left, either go home or go big, big meaning that I would pilot everything from corvettes to capital ships. Of course I choose the last option, and as bad as I was in fighters I was the best in big ships. It feels like a weird connection, Every time I touch those controls it feels like I am connected to the ship itself, anyway I'm getting of topic again. So They made me a pilot on the Isabella, a battlestar, our captain was the worst man you would ever meet, he was drunk greedy and a total ass. He also complained at everyone around him when he was bored. He especially did that to me bitching over even the slightest slip up. It was so annoying but in the end it started to help me, and then I had my first time in combat and also in commanding. We where ordered to escort 3 freighters to some mining facility some where in the system, and then three UDK light frigates attacked us, we where ambushed and our idiot of a captain was so shocked he did not respond until it was far too late. We where hit badly, Fire on multiple decks and a lot of dead and wounded. However lucky for me the captain was also dead. Then I did something against protocol. I took command of the ship, I started shouting orders everywhere the crew following them to the letter, because of my skills and that of the crew we managed to drive the enemy of destroying all of them. Now mostly someone pulling something like this would get fired before he could even say objection, but as my luck would have it they saw me as a good moral boost, so I was awarded a medal and given command over the destroyer. After that I was sent away to the front to fight the enemy head one. It seemed I had a knack for command because I was the first person to ever make it to admiral at the age of 40. I have so many battles stories to tell it would take hours to just tell you, but once again I'm getting of topic here. I had it all high rank a wife and a soon to be father, However there was one thing that bothers me. I was called off my command and my superiors asked me something that made me sick, they wanted me in there rebirth program, Something I was firmly against. The project never hit me well, it felt weird and inhuman and I wanted none of it. At first they tried there speeches saying that a hero such as me was needed to defeat Our enemy, I refused. They then started to shower me with rewards and promotions, A bigger house, a bigger everything, Still I refused. Then they started to threaten, What they Said is still classified but I can say that it had nothing to do with my **#^>{>]£\$ After that everything went so fast, and before I knew it I was looking at myself, Literally, Full with disgust. I promised myself to never be cloned, I still keep myself to that promise to this day, However everything would go spiraling down in a matter of days, All because of the UDK
I had just won a long and hard battle and was checking on news back home, Then I saw something that drew all my blood away from my face. A terrorist attack had happened on my home system. normally I would not really care because this happens all the time, However this was different, Cause when I read further and I saw the words admiral's wife dead. I was so depressed that I could not command for a whole day, A little of me died that day. The next day I got a mission to attack a space station that had been defending a bunch of mining complexes. The battle was short lived, it was what happened next that made it important to me. We had the mining facilities in sight, I don't know why I did it but I just did. I ordered to open fire, and fire we did! We blasted everything to bits, no escape pods escaped our guns. It felt good to take revenge. Then I realized something, I once was someone living on those mining platforms, I had become the murderer and now I would bare the price for it. My superiors where not very happy with me, There poster boy had just committed mass murder. I was demoted to captain and was ordered to wait until I would get a ship at my command. So I waited and waited and waited, Until one day I got a call from command. I was ordered to go on a top secret mission. I was quickly transported to the planet. They did push a briefing in my hands so I was able to get at least a minor understanding of what would happen. As for the rest well I think time will tell. I do know one thing though, I'm really fucking late!
Skils: Chris has a natural knack for strategy. He is battle hardened and can take pain very well. He also has his shooting skills from his soldier day's. Although they are a bit rusty. But what Chris really shines at are his piloting skills. He is excellent at piloting big ships. He knows exactly what to when to do rusty may his skills be.
Weakness: Is not very strong in the physical sense. Is horrible in hand to hand combat. And has a annoying tendency to drink whenever he gets the chance. He also gets very emotional when someone mentions his wife.
Romance: He is still mourning the dead of his wife and son. So you could try but don't expect much.
Appearance: Chris stands 2 meters tall and has short hair. He has blue eyes and wears a jacket over his uniform.
He has several bullet scars dotted over his body.
Picture |
49,464 | 1,334 | 78 | 1,963 | 1,055 | There was nothing to do. And nothing to do meant it was time for some alcohol. As if we hadn't all learned our lesson with that already. But obviously we were a hard headed bunch, and wouldn't be easily deterred from having a good time; because by the time I made it to the local bar, several of my crewmates were already there. The sound of the piano coming from the corner sent a harsh surge of deja vu through my mind, though it was completely impossible to remember or figure out why. It left me feeling disoriented for a moment, and then abruptly my consciousness seemed to drop into the reality now around me. It felt odd whenever it happened, some days more than others, but it always felt like I spend most of my life watching and navigating myself from afar.
I looked around to room in a new state. I knew that I stood in a room full of strange faces, and the longer I stood their in the midst of everything, the more out of place I would seem. I cleared my throat and stepped over to the bar, ordered a glass of vodka straight, and slumped down onto a barstool. I glanced around the room; which seemed to me to be cast in a haze of vague colors that danced through the air on rhythmic waves of sound pouring from the piano out into the space around. This feeling of floating between empty spaces and reality kept throwing my mind back and forth. Or, more so it seemed as though I kept slowly drifting away into the nothingness, only to be randomly snatched back into reality by the strangest little thing. Like when I turned from the colors just now to focus on the pen in the bar tenders pocket, and I was suddenly and forcefully reminded of reality around me. In reality, the bartender was giving me a funny look for staring at his shirt, and probably assuming I was high as a kite. In reality, I looked up at his confused expression and ordered another drink. In reality, this vodka tasted like shit. But in the glass, I began to wander off into the emptiness again. I guessed that this is the sort of moments when most people would be day dreaming or replaying old memories. But in my world, I couldn't really pinpoint where my mind went. I think it just goes to sit in a dark room sometimes.
I finished my second glass. I was fixated on the woodgrain of the bar and I realized that some beautiful tree had died so that I could prop my elbows on it's corpse. I felt so much more for that tree in that one moment, than I had probably every really cared for a person. I decided I was probably a tree too. I ordered another glass. | -Full Name: Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen
-Age: 45
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant / Demolitions
-Call-sign: Trip
-Personality: Abbie is quite a cynical person, often throwing out sarcastic comments or the like. Fortunately she knows when to show respect to her superiors. Aside from her cynical nature, she can be quite tolerant of others or even kind, as long as they don’t bother her. This also means that she tends to keep to herself unless she ‘absolutely’ must interject. She cannot stand stupid people or even unintelligent remarks. Abbie rarely gives genuine smiles and mostly gives cheeky smirks, since she finds that there isn’t that much to smile about in her line of work.
-History: Abbie was born in a small village near the mountains on Victon. She was an only child and lived in relative peace. When she was a child, her father would always teach her about his job as the Demolitions Expert in the military, but he never told her about the Rebirth program. One day, her father went on a mission, the details of which were never divulged, and he never came back. All she was told was that her father made a ‘great sacrifice’ for his comrades and his beliefs. When she had turned 15, she decided to join the military. A decision which met no resistance from her mother. She was instantly moved into the Demolitions sector due to her interests and her father’s records. It seemed as though they had always known that she would join the R.A.S as a Demolitionist.
As a recruit who specialized in Demolitions, it seemed like an extremely good idea to be part of the Rebirth program, so she didn’t have to worry about accidentally blowing herself up. However, she had no idea what was actually involved in the cloning process or the uploading of her mind. She had caught wind of it when some of the soldiers were gossiping about something. Words like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Undying’ could be heard in their conversations. And after inquiring about it several times with scientists that she came across, she was allowed to join the program, but she was only allowed in after she had graduated from the academy; by then she was 19 years old.
-Skills: Expert in Demolitions and Electronics, which are used for security purposes, breaching defenses, and disabling enemy systems. She is also very good at judging structural integrity in buildings, ships and other containers.
-Weakness: Despite her knowledge of electronics and whatnot, she’s a terrible pilot. Her co-ordination with flight controls is astonishingly bad.
-Romantic Relationship: "Sure, why not?"
-Other: Abbie often has a pair of headphones around her neck, which she uses to either listen to music or listen for static or faults in electrical equipment.
-Appearance: Abbie is quite short, standing at 5’7”. Her body is well toned and quite feminine, however she lacks slightly in ‘womanly’ proportions, making her seem slim. Since she has only recently rebirthed, she has no scars or blemishes on her body, and she hasn’t bothered getting any kind of tattoos. She has long dark red hair and grey-ish eyes. Generally, her expression seems quite aloof. |
49,465 | 1,334 | 79 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
After having taken care of my responsibilities I set off to find something to do. I had worked hard on preparing the medical bay and moving supplies so I rightfully felt I deserved to relax a bit before we head out. The Commander seems to think this mission could drag on for awhile so I should go ahead and enjoy the RAS while I'm still here.
After awhile I found myself walking through the main business district of the station. There were all sorts of shops, stores, and restaurants to be seen. It was obvious they had tried to model the area after some kind of outdoor shopping mall. The lack of naturalness and charm was obvious though. Then again, what else would you expect from one of the furthermost outposts? You have to appreciate the fact that they even try to bring some normal life comforts to these people. I imagine it helps with sanity.
I scanned the area with a causal eye. I noticed a bar up ahead called Tony's and as I passed I could see several of my teammates in there. I wanted badly to go in, have a drink, and enjoy their company. "No, bad idea." I whispered to myself. I could still go in. No drinking, just socializing. I thought, or rather bargained with myself. No. I wouldn't do that to myself. With a brief huff I continued to walk. Instead of a bar I decided to spend my time and money at a coffee shop. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,466 | 1,334 | 80 | 2,369 | 211 | LT Commander Brine Sharp
I was on my way back from picking up a few odds and ends I hadn't been able to find anywhere else when I saw Captain Carson sitting in a coffee shop by herself and looking like she could use a little company. I had intended to go back to the bar so I'd be close by if there was trouble but having read her file and knowing why here by herself instead of in the bar with everyone else I decided that this was more important. So I walked in, ordered a large coffee with cream and quadruple sugar, and a half dozen coffee cake muffins then walked over to her table. "Mind if I join you Captain?" I say politely. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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Tomahawk 42 |
49,467 | 1,334 | 81 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
I admit, I hadn't really been aware of my surroundings. For a soldier that's a big no no, but then again I'm only supposed to be a doctor. "Lieutenant Commander!" I say as I snap to attention. Rather ungracefully I jolt to my feet and salute. It was probably more than he expected me to do but I'd rather do more than necessary, it tends to get you in trouble less. I most certainly didn't want to push my luck with Commander Monroe or Lt. Commander Sharp.
It took me a moment to recall what he had said to me. "Oh, of course Sir." I say with a nod. After being told to relax I return to my seat. It's only then I notice what he held. "I envy you Sir, if I ate that much I'd be as fat as a cow." I said with a soft smile. Hopefully that wouldn't offend him in any way. It was true though. With all he had to eat it's amazing he doesn't weigh more. His augmentations require him to eat like that though. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,468 | 1,334 | 82 | 2,369 | 211 | LT Commander Brine Sharp
Smiling broadly I sit down at the table and as I arrange my food say. "It's probably my favorite part of being augmented, I can eat just about everything I see and stay in shape. It does sometimes cause problems on the battlefield though."Those training exercises had ended badly! I had put two of my team members in the ICU and the MPs had to hit me with a truck to to get me in irons. "You may want to keep some horse tranquilizers on you if I'm low on food." I say only half joking. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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49,469 | 1,334 | 83 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe
Having my leg blown off had a lot of ups and downs. Mostly downs but the ups were always awesome. One, people shut up when you get involved in things. Two, the prosthetic could break limbs if caught in a fight, though it was heavy as hell. It also gave me the determination to do better. The day was simple for me, I found a gym, beat the shit out of some punching bags with my fist, then I beat the shit out of things with my one good foot, and even got my crap one in the air. All I was thinking was: It's going to be gone soon, I can't let myself get out of practice. Yes I realized I was in no way the "best" soldier, but that's no reason to not act like I am. It's mainly a matter of convincing yourself you are better then those you compete against, with out it going to your head.
After getting kicked out of the local gym for stabbing the exercise equipment. I left some money to pay for the damage but I think they were pretty clear they didn't want to see me again. I was walking through the station with out my cane, physical therapy was almost over, and I was getting a new one soon anyways so no real reason to have it. Now, what to do with my last bit of free time before I go back to the fronts? I had options, I could go grab some electrical components and go mess with people, I could get some alcohol and do the same thing. Though I can't afford a bad impression. Hmm. So no booze, maybe jam some short range devices? I could just walk until I get tired? Damn I sound like an old person.
I eventually made my way to various shops, some bars, gift shops (What could even be in the gift shops here? Last resort kits? actually...), and a coffee shop. Wait... Coffee... The coffee at home sucks... The coffee issued to us sucks... I still got some money left in my savings! "Hell... Fucking... yes." I worked my way over to the shop and ordered a what most would call creamer with coffee. But I call it awesomeness in a cup. I sat down at a table before I started hearing very familiar voices. I wish I had placed the voices faster, for a moment I refused to make eye contact because I was like 80% sure it was a girl I met last time I was out here. And personally death by own prosthetic sounds like a sucky death.
I looked over to see two of my several commanding officers. The way I see it, I have the best and the worst rank. Best because I am normally one of the higher ranks int he field, so no one will normally go against what I say or do. Worst because not on the field I am that poor middle guy who deal with the griping from the lower ranks, and trying to remember who's actually in charge of me. I stood up and slowly walked my way to the two officers. They seemed to be talking about something not work related. Best time to get involved.
I went up to the table and slammed both my hands down on it. "Now Kiss." | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,470 | 1,334 | 84 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I recline in my bed, a small smile on my face remembering what happened with G and myself. I put my head phones on and listen to my music. People would never guess the genre I listen to - death metal. I mutter some of the lyrics, probably way off key and off tune, but who cares? Not me any-way. I either sound deranged, or . . . no, never mind, just deranged. At some part of it I fall asleep still listening to the music. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,471 | 1,334 | 85 | 2,369 | 211 | LT Commander Brine Sharp
I nearly killed the man with my coffee cup but luckily for him I was too busy choking to death on the half a muffin I had in my mouth and spraying crumbs everywhere! It's not that I didn't see him coming, just that I never thought he'd do something like that! It was surprising, shocking, embarrassing and a little hilarious.
After a few minutes of trying to regain my composure I finally managed to stop coughing up my lungs and said. "I never kiss on the first date Sargent!" keeping as straight a face as possible I continue. "unless you are implying that the good captain Carson's intentions are less than honorable." I say giving her a covert wink. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
Tattoo
Tomahawk 42 |
49,472 | 1,334 | 86 | 2,369 | 211 | Petty Officer Derek Benson
I was on my way to Tony's and moving as fast as I could with a new set of body armor in tow, some idiot was selling a full set of Titan class 3 heavy combat armor for scrap, 100cr! I couldn't believe my luck! Sure it was an older type of armor but it was bad ass nonetheless! I mean sure I'm a pilot and won't need it but I'm sure one of the other guys would pay a pretty penny for it!
I walked in the door to Tony's and saw a few familiar faces. After waving at any who where paying attention I found an empty booth at the back and put the Titan 3 in the seat next to me like a person. "you stay here gorgeous, I'll get us a drink." I say to the armor then go to order a whisky. | -Full name: Brine Miller Sharp
-Age: 72
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth : Yes (2nd Gen aka the Reach program)
-Rank / Assignment: RAS Lieutenant Commander / (Rin's Second in Command)
-Call-sign: Tartan
Chivalrous (if you don’t know what this means Google it), outgoing and jovial at most times but hardened by years of war. He speaks his mind regardless of rank or position. Always quick with a joke and ready to lend a hand. In a tight spot he’s quick on his feet to make needed changes and decisions, and isn’t afraid to make the hard calls. Unless you've already gained his trust and respect he won't blindly follow your orders without question. He still exhibits many UKD traits and is constantly trying to adapt his view point to match the RAS. Because he's still new to the RAS he can be awkward at times, unsure of what he should do or say. Despite his hatred of the UKD he still battles with the tenancy to consider himself as part of it.
He started life on Hexon where his mother died in a mining accident when he was 16. His father was an exemplary solder and fine officer in the UKD and thus on active deployment at the time of his mother’s death. As soon as his father received word of what happened, he had him put in the finest of military schools. Despite a few “discrepancies” he graduated with honors and was immediately deployed to a convoy escort detail and established himself as a capable pilot and excellent tactician. He rose in the ranks quickly attaining the rank of commander in record time. One of the first to be approached for the Living project he volunteered on the spot. Years later he was also afforded the opportunity to join the latest experiment. This new program known as Reach was genetic enhancements to Living clones to give the host super human capabilities. Such as increased strength, speed, healing, stamina, and durability. The refinement process of this new program took about five years be written off as being ready for combat. Sent out on a test mission with his original squad of none Living soldiers they found themselves out numbered and out gunned and behind enemy lines. Brine put in a request for back up but it was immediately dined. His superiors considered the rest of the squad to be expendable and knew that Brine would download into a new clone if he died. After downloading he found out that all along the plain had been for them to be wiped out. There was never any chance of them being rescued. The mission was more or less them just taking their new weapon for a test run. Brine was infuriated, so much so that they had to sedate him. From that point on Brine's view of the UKD was completely changed. He saw them for the monster they are. Stealing the entire record and research information for the Reach program he destroyed the base and left for the RAS. Considered a trader because of the information he took from the UKD he was immediately cut from the Living Program. After escaping UKD territory he surrendered himself and the information he had stolen to the RAS. His only request was to be granted asylum, excepted as a RAS soldier and to be considered for the Rebirth program. Once past all the red tape that came with gaining the trust of the RAS he eventually joined Rebirth and their version of the Reach the program.
-Being part of the Reach program he has increased strength, speed, reaction time, and cognative functions. Received advanced training in sabotage, heavy weapons, field repairs (jerry rigging), and piloting. Hes a capable pilot, but an excellent tactician. Because of his past assignments he is use to working behind enemy lines.
Because of the genetic augmentations he has an increased metabolism and MUST eat 5 -6 times a day. Tends to over heat in warmer climates, so therefore prefers cooler temperatures. Hes still trying to adjust to his new body, often times forgetting his own strength. Sometimes he is blinded by rage over what the UKD did to his squad.
-Never has taken much interest in any one woman. Maybe a fling here and there or a few one night stands but never anything serious.
-He has a heavily modified UKD Tomahawk 42 (T42) heavy assault fighter which was the ship he escaped in.
-Caucasian, 6’4”, muscular build, black shoulder length hair, vertical scar starting just above the left eye and ending just below it, goatee, tattoo on the left side of his upper back just below the neck.
Brine
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Tomahawk 42 |
49,473 | 1,334 | 87 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
I hadn't expected to see Sergeant Monroe, much less did I think he would greet us in such a ridiculous manner. Judging by Lt. Commander Sharp's reaction he's just as shocked and surprised as me. I had noticed a certain sexual tension amongst our team, and it was a bit worrisome. There were definitely some attractive faces and figures in the group. I just hope they don't get so distracted with each other that they put the mission at risk. I doubt that will be an issue though.
Just when I was about to assist the Lt. Commander he managed to clear up the obstruction on his own. I didn't really want to do the heimlich maneuver on a superior in the middle of a coffee shop, but I also didn't want to watch a man choke to death even if he'd just download into a new body. No need in dying unless it's the only option. At first I didn't realize that what he was saying to Hunter was a joke, but I caught on. "Yes Sergeant, what are you implying?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I looked forward to his reaction. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,474 | 1,334 | 88 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe
So after assessing the situation, they may have taken the situation a little too well. Instead of me getting a small laugh out of it I was sitting here looking like an awkward asshole on his first date. And now they are bringing honor in the mix?! What the hell?! If there is anything I learned from basic training, it's always look like you know what you are doing, then everyone will assume you do. "You guys want to know what I am implying? YOU really want to know?" I smiled, just to top off everything. "I am saying that..." And I froze. I was a pretty good actor... as long as everything went according to plan.
So now I am sitting here, with a blank expression on my face, attempting to look like I know what I am doing. "You know what it's not important, What is important is that will this program make me sterile? Because it just came to me that I have no idea if it will or not?" Distract from the point. If it works well the enemy is holding you at gun point it has to work on officers too right? "I mean I plan to retire someday, what if I wanted to have like... Twenty kids or some crazy number like that? Is that even possible? Because if not I am choosing between my unborn kids and my leg." Now that I thought about it, would I be able to have kids after this? Would I have to choose between my leg and my unborn kids? Hmm. Sorry Junior, you're out of luck. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,475 | 1,334 | 89 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Captain Brandy Carson
I had held my serious expression as long as possible. His drastic, and ridiculous, topic change was more than I could take though. Reflexively my hand flies up and covers my mouth as I start to laugh uncontrollably. I wasn't sure which was funnier, that he asked such a intimate question at such an inappropriate time or that he seemed completely serious.
I attempted to calm my laughter but it turned out to be more difficult than expected. "Well Sergeant..." I trail off and take a deep breath, my cheeks hurting from laughing so hard. "I'd assume this was one of the many things they went over with you when you were signing up for the program. Though the paperwork and warning labels seem to go on for a mile so I guess it's easy to forget some details." I continue. Leaning back I hold my coffee cup close to warm my hands and look to the young Sergeant. "The only things you loose when you Rebirth is scars, tattoos, and some dignity. Your sexual and reproductive abilities shouldn't be effected. So, assuming you can find a woman to do it with, you should be able to have as many children as you want." I conclude with a smirk. | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,476 | 1,334 | 90 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe
So over the years I have learned there are many ways to get ahead in life, and many ways to completely fuck up your life. TO do either though there is a high chance of doing the other. "Please, I must insist. Call me Staff Sergeant. It sounds more... Powerful." I said with a big smile on my face. Though the Captain was right, I should have read through the paper work better. But her excuse of too much to remember works too. And the fact that I am causing laughter to a person that I was pretty sure was going to kill us all earlier I think I did pretty good to get on her good side.
Though she was right about he dignity thing, getting killed well the rest of your squad celebrates, only to come back well they point out you are the one who died. That has to suck. But hey, I feel bad for that poor sucker. I was feeling good until she mentioned something about me finding a woman, now was the moment where I could make things either so much better or so much worse. "Well you see, I happen to already have a woman of my own back home. Who happens to not only be pretty and smart enough to pay all of our bills, but she also knows how to throw some..." What was a good way to put it? "...Pretty intense parties." | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,477 | 1,334 | 91 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)
I was onboard the ship in a rec room practising my self defense skills, although I must say a dummy is not exactly much of an oppenent but I had to make do. All I wanted was to have some-one to spar with. With this though running through my mind and not putting enough attention on my footing I managed to slip and injure my wrist. It hurt and I wasn't sure if it was broken or sprained or what. I went to the medical bay. "Hello!" I called out, cradling my injured wrist in my non injured arm. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,478 | 1,334 | 92 | 2,016 | 1,003 | A collaborative post between BlackRose24 and Thorned Hammer
Commander Rin Monroe
It had been an hour or two since I had left Justin. Our briefing had taken longer than I intended so now I was working hard to get caught up on some last minute tasks. Everyone else was already aboard the ship and tending to the assignments I had given them. As always I was aware of the people moving about in the hangar, but I didn't sense any particular danger so I didn't focus on them to much. I had plenty more important things to focus on.
Marcus Avian
I had sat back and watched from between the cargo crates to the right of the ship. They had gotten here earlier then I had expected, almost got found out I think but I had prepped a perch as soon as I had arrived so there was a place for me to fall back to. Now I just watched. I could see her plainly, she'd gone back to pink. Her team, no way she wasn't in charge here, was already loaded up it looked like and she just seemed to be killing time and getting last minute work done.
How was I supposed to approach her? Walk up to her and just introduce myself? What if she didn't remember what I look like, or sound like. What if she was angry with me for having died and left her to all this? What if she didn't love me anymore?
I couldn't sit back to find out, even if she hated me at least I'd know then and I could move on with my life. Or what was left of it. There was still no plan yet, for approaching her at least. For awhile longer I watched her go about her business, just familiarizing myself with how she moved and her expressions. Just seeing her put all the memories I had clung to in cryo to shame.
Finally I was unable to just sit inactive anymore. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and undid the clasps of my helmet. Hooking my fingers in it to carry it at my side, I drew back into the heap of cargo containers and started to make my way around the hanger to where she was, working to stay unheard and out of sight. I only wanted her to see me, who knew who all these other people were?
Commander Rin Monroe
I was leaned over a crate looking at a final ship report. I had managed to find a relatively quiet area, somewhat away from those working in the hangar. My fingers drummed against the crate as I read carefully but quickly.
My thoughts keep returning to the team. Even in just the few days we've been together I've learned so much more about each one. We've had some issues but I think now we'll have less problems. I have to keep reminding myself to separate my personal feelings from my professional opinion.
As I continue to read I let out a huff and run my fingers through my ponytail. I'm eager to leave and get the mission under way. I have the feeling that a lot hinges on this.
Marcus Avian
I hesitated, standing not to far ahead of where she seemed to be looking something over. All the worst case scenarios of how this could play out raced through my mind and for a moment I considered just staying put, waiting for them to leave, and taking off to some border planet.
But she was the only person left who I knew, who I had grown up with. Everyone else was dead and gone. So I leaned out a bit into the open, setting my helmet down and resting a hand against the crate I was using as cover as I peeked around the corner at her.
"Rin," My voice sounded weird, Im still not used to it yet. After going so long without hearing it, it's going to take me a bit to get comfortable with it again. I scowled at the way it sounded hoarse, like an ashamed whisper. Clearing my throat I tried again.
"Rin-"
Commander Rin Monroe
I hear someone speak my name. First I notice how they address me by my first name, not my rank or last name. It's strange, not many do that. At least not many of those people would be here on the station. Furthermore their tone of voice is worrisome, it sounds like they are upset or hurt. It was easy to come to the conclusion that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good. This conclusion was made in a matter of mere seconds. Then I turn to see who was speaking.
Many things had happened in my past, most of which left me scared and jaded. I've seen a lot of good, I've accomplished some amazing things. All that though is eclipsed by the horrible and deeply painful things I've seen and gone through. The details of my life are endlessly complex and unforgettably painful, and that's why I am the way I am. People say I'm heartless, mean, unkind, even ruthless. What they fail to realize is that every time I've opened up and let myself be vulnerable I've gotten screwed over. Whenever I'm emotionally connected to someone I get fucked over, every damn time. That's the past though, and I've learned how to block it off. I may not be emotionally available anymore, but I've managed to keep my bad experiences in the past where they belong. That being said, the fact that I was unable to keep this pain in the past should speak for it's magnitude.
Surely I've gone crazy. All the stress has gotten to me and I've finally completely lost it. I think as I see who stood before me. It honestly felt like my gut dropped to the floor and my blood had all gone to my head. I was never the type to faint but I swear I was going to so I reached out and braced myself against the crate. Just when you think you've seen and experienced everything the universe manages to throw you the biggest curve ball in history.
"Who are you?" I ask as firmly as I can, my voice cracking slightly. I recognized him, how could I not? Even after all these years his face was so strongly imprinted into my mind I could never forget. He's dead though. He died a very long time ago, so why is he standing here? I know me and every other Rebirth has died and come back plenty of times but this wasn't the case with him. He's supposed to be dead, really dead. How? Why? Have I finally lost it?
Marcus Avian
I felt rooted to the spot as she stared at me, I could practically see the gears working overtime in her head to make sense of this. My throat fell dry, constricted, and doubt started to knaw away at me. Maybe I shouldn't have stepped out, I could've just left her alone this obviously wasn't a good reaction.
"You know me," I said finally, finding the effort to force the words out. "I can see it, its on your face. You recognize me, its me." Hesitantly I take a step towards her, reflexively reaching out a hand as if to steady her when I saw her take support from the crate. It was a natural movement, something I'd done dozens of times before. It was familiar and comforting to me actually. I hadn't known I still had some of those reflexes about me in this synthetic skin suit.
"I woke up,"
Commander Rin Monroe
Endless waves of emotions crashed against the walls I had built up to so desperately protect myself. His words only furthered my confusion and upset me more. I tried to keep it locked down but I knew my emotions and thoughts were beginning to show through. I'm sure anyone could notice, though if he's really who he says he is then he should definitely see it.
My reflex to reach for my gun was as automatic and simple, yet I immediately regretted it. Though it never left the holster I knew that my defensive reaction worsened the whole situation. As quickly as I could I took my hand back away from it.
"No. No. No... " I muttered and shook my head."You died, you actually died. They told me there was no sign of your consciousness, that you were completely gone." I said, my voice chopping and more nervous than I had heard it in years. "I had to tell your parents... I buried you beside your brother." my hand clasped against my forehead. "No, it can't be you. This isn't... No." I turned and started walking away. I make my way towards a room I know to be devoid of people, the whole way fighting to bring my emotions back down.
Marcus Avian
I flinched when she reached for her gun, not out of fear though. I had been on the far end of a weapon more times then I cared to keep track of. No it was because it was her reaching for it and she had been about to point it at me. Why? Was she with them maybe? Had the army reached out to other Rebirths to find their AWOL nutcase?
"You buried me?" I asked quietly, my words drowned out by her stammering. A strange thought, that I was buried on Tenish in that tiny cemetery, within arm's reach of Rich. Honestly that sounded a bit more appealing then in comparison to what I had gone through in the tube and when I had woken up. Real death sounded so nice. But now she was backing away, running from me.
With hurried and long strides I followed after her, for a moment not caring if I was seen by anyone else in the hanger as I caught up with her.
"Rin it's me," I said, struggling to find words to make her believe me. "It was a fluke, I just woke up. I died yeah, but that was me. I mean, first me the real me. Im still me but im just, different Rin wait up!" I caught her arm, having followed her by now into what looked to be an empty storage room. "Believe me please, theres no one else alive for me to talk to!" Desperation was clear in my voice and face, I knew that. These days it had been harder to master my emotions, maybe a side effect of not being able to show any for fucking forever. "Please, what do I gotta say to convince you?" Still holding her arm I search her face for something anything other then the confusion and disbelief. There was a storm of emotions there, but I couldn't make out what was winning.
Commander Rin Monroe
With every word and action, every detail of him that was once so familiar, countless memories of our life before rushed into my mind. Things I had managed to store away and never think about were now as fresh and vivid as the day they happened. It's strange how so many of the memories were once so sweet but turned bitter and painful so long ago.
The obvious question still remained, was this actually Marcus? Had someone managed to download someone else's consciousness into one of his leftover bodies? It had never happened before and is supposedly impossible. Then again the concept of someone dying and coming back at all was once impossible as well.
I have to wonder if he were someone else who would have done this and why. The UKD is always trying to find a way to screw us over and honestly the timing is suspicious as hell. If it's really him though this would be countless hopes and prayers answered. It had taken me a really long time to come to grips with his death but I don't think I ever fully accepted it.
Marcus Avian
Something snapped, why wasn't she answering? Why wouldn't she say anything?
"Damnit Rin recognize me!" I heard my self say angrily, shaking her before letting go sharply as if she had shocked me. No, no Rin wasn't one to shout at. She was on my side I thought, I needed to keep it that way. She would be a friend,
"Im sorry," I stammer, burying my face in both hands and shrinking back a step. "Sorry, sorry but I-I, I'm having trouble with this." Raising my head slightly, I peered at her over my finger tips, taking shaky breaths as I tried to calm down. Things were difficult yeah, my buddy wasn't helping either but I did my best to ignore them. How to convince her...
"Look, You remember my sanddollar tattoo? I got that cause you gave me a sandollar that one night back in the academy," I began steadily, attempting to recall memories that were personal as some way to prove it really was me. "First thing you ever gave me. And Tank, that puppy Tank we found and gave to Charlie? That was after Richard's funeral. And, and the first time I knew I loved you was after the Henry thing, and it took us fucking ages to say it to each other and that was when you were dating that ass with the fancy hair? Remember? And then the missions and stuff, no no they'd have files of that, err, oh! You were, you were..." My voice trailed off, hands having fallen back to my sides now where they twitched nervously. My eyes had moved down in time with the motion, pausing over her stomach before snapping back to her face. Maybe it had survived?
"Rin?"
Commander Rin Monroe
All I could do was to stand and watch as he fell apart. His pain and suffering cut me deeper than anything else. The reaction that had been carved into my heart was to rush to him, wrap my arms around him, and hold him till everything was better. Even after all these decades it was still like second nature. It took all I had to not give into this reaction, this desire. Did I still have feelings for him or was it just ghost emotions of what I once felt so deeply? It was to hard to tell.
I hadn't forgotten any of the memories he brought up, but to hear him recount those things to me was enough to push me over a very thin line. I chocked as tears rushed into my eyes. "Damn it." I curse myself. I tried desperately to rein back in my emotions but I only partially succeeded. Several tears escaped and rolled down my cheeks. I stammered back and lifted my hand over my mouth, my poor efforts to try and regain control.
How could anyone know those things? They couldn't. Certain people might know about several of those events but no one would know such personal details, no one besides Marcus. I drew in a long and choppy breath, gaining slightly more control over myself. "Do you remember...?" I said quietly. "Do you remember what I said when I first admitted my love to you?" I asked. My eyes stayed on him, sharp but full of pain.
Marcus Avian
"Yeah, yeah course I do!" I almost sounded hurt, like how could she believe I'd forgotten that? Everything about that day was carved in my memory no matter where it had been dragged. I had clung to Rin during my time in the tubes, needing something to just focus on other then the crippling panic and claustrophobia that took up the rest of my time.
"You said that, that you loved me but I was a million miles away. And you needed someone, and I promised I'd never leave you but I didn't have a choice Rin," I buried my face in my hands, hanging my head in shame as I sunk back against the wall. "I'm sorry Rin, I'm so so sorry. They tied me down and said you were, were dead and I just couldn't-" I couldn't find anymore words, none clear enough at least to express how awful and wretched I had felt when I had heard she had survived and I had left her. The agony at the muffled gun shot, and then the boiling red anger when they wouldn't let me leave to find her. So much tangled up, so many emotions and memories and impulsive decisions that had brought me here. And now, finally faced with her, I couldn't think of anything to say other than I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Commander Rin Monroe
One question, one answer, it won't be enough to fully convince me that it's actually him and that his story is true. The thing is I want to believe him, but my training and reasoning tells me not to. He's some I loved so much and trusted more than anyone else. The things we've been through together, the memories we share. How could I not want to believe him, to trust him? I couldn't just let my instincts go aside though. I have to keep my guard up, just in case.
I pulled in a deep breath and wiped my face off. "I'm sure you can understand why I'm not completely trusting of your story. I can never be to careful. You know that, if you are who you say you are at least." I tell him in the calmest voice I could. I cleared my throat and stepped towards the door. "Stay here, I'll be back." I glance back at him for a moment before stepping out.
Marcus Avian
I couldn't help the scowl, but I ducked my head to hide it. Instead I just nodded several times as I worked to make sure my voice was under control before speaking. "Okay, okay.". I managed hoarsely, maybe a bit bitter with disappointment. Of course I had hoped she would've believed me from the start but I had known that would've been unrealistic. " I'll wait."
Commander Rin Monroe
After I had left him I made my way to a communications console in a small office like work room. I dismissed the two officers working in there before shutting the door. It's times like this when I'm thankful for all those friends I have, or rather all the people I know that owe me favors. I made a simi encrypted call to a individual I know in the Rebirth department.
Marcus Avian
She had been gone for sometime now, and I was beginning to get antsy. I didn't like being stuck in one place for long, so I had straightened up and begun pacing. My hands were never still, jumping and clenching, on occasion my finger's snapping as I adjusted and picked at each piece of clothing I was wearing, my helmet, the walls, my gun ( A pistol I had lifted from a guard and had strapped to my thigh now) everything within reach as I waited.
What if she was calling security? What if she was turning me in? Or, or what if she was leaving? What if she had just run onto her ship with no intention of ever getting back to me.
No, no no Rin wouldn't do that. Right? I knew her better then myself, she wouldn't do that. No.
But then again, I had known her when she was 30. If the math was right, we were both 80 by now. Maybe she had changed completely. There had been a little I had managed to learn about her time while I was dead through files and rumors in the facility. But she was still Rin, right?
I couldn't take it anymore. Pushing away from the wall I had used for brief support, I quickly started in the direction Rin had gone to see what she was doing. At the last minute I remembered to pull my helmet back on, clicking it into place mid stride. I had no idea what measures were being taken to find me, but I didn't want to risk discovery so helmet it was.
Commander Rin Monroe
Luckily I had been able to immediately speak with my acquaintance and discuss the highly confidential information pertaining to Marcus's Rebirth status. They weren't fully aware of the situation but knew enough to clue me in. I could tell by their reluctance that they knew they shouldn't be telling me, but we're to afraid not to. That I couldn't blame them for. Luckily this person owed me a lot.
Wasting no time I depart and make my way back to where I had left him. The information I got helps back up his story, however I'm still suspicious. Much to my surprise when I round a corner I'm face to face with Marcus. Or rather, face to helmet. My passive and emotionless expression turns to one of irritation. "I told you to stay in the room." I growl to him as I pull him back into the private area.
I take a deep breath and glance around and then back to him. "So it seems your story checks out. That doesn't mean that I completely trust you. Because, frankly, you've been gone for 50 years..." I pause, my eyes darting a bit. I was still trying to wrap my mind around all of this. "A lot has changed. I've changed. What is it that you want from me Marcus? Why did you come after me?" I ask. It was hard to keep myself calm. It felt like I was talking to a ghost, like I had gone mad and was imagining things.
Marcus Avian
I flinched back at Rin's sudden appearance, reflex jerking my arm free from her grasp before I scolded myself into calm and followed her swiftly. At least she couldn't see the stupid hope and relief that I'm sure flashed across my face as she spoke. Even though her expression was cold and guarded, it was the words I cared about.
"You believe me!' I say in aching relief, grabbing her by the shoulders as my own sagged and I held her close. "God Rin, this whole time has been a fucking nightmare you have no idea how glad I am to hear that," it was like confirmation that I really was me. That I was actually Marcus just in a newer body. A newer fake body yeah, with a few glitches and an aggression problem. but it was me. "No one I know is still alive, Kyle bit it years ago and my parents are dead, whole old crew is gone there was just no one else I actually knew still alive. And you, damn Rin as soon as I knew you were a success there was nothing that was gonna keep me from finding you. I love you Rin, even if you don't trust me right now I do. And I, I need you." My voice shook at the end to my annoyance, betraying my instability. That is, if my actions hadn't already. I was looking at her intensely now from behind the reflective visor, feeling as if I was making up for years of having missed that face in the flesh. Even if she was practically glaring at me. I could die happy with her last expression in mind being a glare.
Commander Rin Monroe
I feel myself tense all over when he touches me. I wasn't an affectionate person, at least not anymore. Much less to a person I barely even know anymore. It just wasn't right. I knew he was hurting and confused but I couldn't allow his emotions to affect my judgment. I let out a low grumble, what might even sound like a growl, as I push him away.
Since I had managed to get a better grip on myself and my feelings I was more normal, or at least what I consider normal these days. "Don't. Don't touch me." I say taking a step back. My focus was broken when I heard my watch beep. It was time for me to go, we had to leave. "I have to go now. What will you do? You can't run forever." I said with a curious gaze.
Marcus Avian
I didn't flinch at this, but a scowl did tear across my face but with a huff I got it back under control. Lots of voices, lots of thoughts, no no my thoughts. Talking to Rin, not to them. I blinked a few times to clear my head, my vision going in and out of focus before I locked back onto her in time to hear her growl and question. Raising my hands placatingly, I took a step back with obvious reluctance Then there was panic, she was leaving. That's what the watch was for, leaving. Time to go.
"I can run," I hear myself blurt out. "Im running already, have been for a few months now. I'll keep running. My job was to not be found, Im good at it or I would've died some other way right?" Ha, awkward laughter then clearing my throat. "Where are you going? You cant leave, I just found you,"
Commander Rin Monroe
He was nervous and scared, that much was obvious. No doubt being on the run for months in a universe he no longer recognizes had taken it's toll on him. Despite the fact that he had made it this far I knew he wouldn't make it much further, not on his own at least. He was at his wits end and I couldn't just ignore that. Whether it would be the RAS who found him and locked him away or an unfortunate string of simple events leading to his actual death, I didn't know. It was unclear, even to myself, what I felt for him or even what he was to me anymore. However, the nagging sense to look after him couldn't be fought.
"I'm going on a mission. I can't tell you the details though. Not right now." I explain to him. I took a long breath and rubbed the back of my neck. "Come with me. I can't leave you here, you'll either die or the RAS will lock you up. You've already been through both of those things once so I doubt you want that again. I know you think you can run forever but you can't, not by yourself anyways. The worlds aren't what they use to be." I stepped closer to the door then turned back to him. "Come with me and when we get back I'll help sort all of this out. I'll get you what you deserve, a normal life and the right to choose. After all that's what the RAS is supposed to stand on and maybe I need to remind a few key people of that."
Marcus Avian
"I don't need sympathy!" I snapped without thought, knowing that's what it was that was moving her. No she didn't believe me, she believed who ever she had talked to earlier to confirm my story. This may have been a mistake, this was dangerous. This was a trap wasn't it!?
"Wait, sorry, sorry," Attempting to patch over any damage that remark might have made, with shaking hands I pulled off my helmet and held it in both hands gingerly. My finger tapping out a frantic beat against the sides of it I work to calm myself down with even breaths before saying,
"The RAS can't know where I am Rin, or what I'm doing. If I go with you they cant know, and when you're finished they cant know. Please, I've never begged you for anything but right now I'm begging that you just don't report this, understand?"
I hated begging, cowering, scraping, groveling whatever you wanted to call it. I was a man for crying out loud, a soldier and a killer. I was supposed to have some sort of pride in myself and look like a strong figure or some shit. But I couldn't, not on this,
"If they find me I don't know what they'll do. I don't wanna know what they'll do, but if they put me in a tube again I'm gonna loose it for good."
Commander Rin Monroe
There wasn't much I could do as he started coming unglued. It had been so long since I had to deal with him that I was in a very strange position. Not to mention how different he had become. I wasn't completely sure what all he had been through, but there was no doubt it had taken quite the toll on his psyche. This didn't make me feel any better about bringing him along, but there was no way I couldn't simply abandon him.
"Alright, alright. I won't turn you in. Not unless you give me a reason to. If you fuck me or my mission over though you will be lucky to get turned in, because what I'll do to you will be much worse." I say seriously and purposely threatening. I strongly believe in a healthy level of fear. He needs to know that he can't just walk all over me, or that if he sabotages this he'll pay.
"When we get back I'll find a place for you. Somewhere safe. We'll get it figured out, but I don't have the time to do it all right at this moment. We have to go." I say, my tone a bit rushed. My eyes had darted to my watch several time throughout this conversation, I knew I needed to get this wrapped up. "If anyone asks you are a trusted friend I added at the last moment. Avoid giving anymore information until we can sort more of this out." I explain.
Marcus Avian
"Im not though am I. Im just lost." I cant help but mutter bitterly. No hopes up now, she was talking to me like I was a green horn. an idiot. Part of me wanted to say when had I ever fucked up, and she'd have her work cut out for her if she tried to take me on. but I just shut my mouth and scowled at the far wall. it was more then anyone else had offered me, there was that at least.
"I can keep my mouth shut. Just, stop looking at me like I'm broken." I was, but I didn't need to be reminded every time she looked my way. Turning my attention past her, I looked back across the hanger to where the ship I had seen her standing by earlier was set. "That yours?"
Commander Rin Monroe
My eyes turned to the ship. I knew my team was aboard already and likely wondering where I was. I wasn't quite late yet, at least not for the schedule I lined out for our departure. However, I like to have some time allotted for unforeseen mishaps, last moment arrangements, and idiots wasting my time. All of which seemed to be a regular occurrence. "Yeah, my team is already aboard." I tell him as I start to walk towards it. I momentarily glance back to make sure he was following.
Needless to say I was questioning myself. Was telling him to come with me the right thing? Can I trust him? Was this really the man I had loved so much for so long, the man I married? Or, like me, had he been so twisted by the cruel test of time that he was now a completely different person? It all felt surreal. After all, how could something like this even be happening? This should be a dream come true, yet it felt more like a nightmare.
We had both been absent from each other's lives for so long how could we expect to just jump back into it? Perhaps that was the wrong term, considering he was dead. I don't know what that was like for him, I can only imagine how terrible it must have been. Though the last 50 years I've spent living in the real worlds hadn't exactly been a cake walk. I had lost the most important thing in the world to me, and I was forced to go on living. I couldn't even kill myself to end the misery.
As we neared the ship I saw a loading ramp still open, where supplies had recently been brought aboard. Once more I looked back at Marcus. "Everything will be alright."
Marcus Avian
I stayed quiet, my unease obvious now as I looked from the ship back to Rin. Eventually I just adjusted my grip on the helmet so I was holding onto it by my finger tips again, letting it swing at my side before stepping out after her. I still felt jumpy, twitchy. My fingers continued to spaz out on my helmet but it had gotten much better then it had used to be. I remember when I first woke up things were so uncoordinated I couldn't even hold anything without it breaking or throwing it across the room. earned me a straight jacket...
No, no no thinking about that. Wasn't happening again. instead I just focused on following Rin. She said it would be alright, I wanted to trust her. But she had already proven how different she was from what I remembered. Even if I wanted to, maybe I shouldn't just throw all my trust into this.
"You cant promise that," I sighed, feeling something like exhaust now creeping in my bones and voice. "Are you going to just stick me in a spare cabin until its convenient to talk to me? Cause if so I'd like to know now so I can just leave now." I felt wretched, not wanting to leave her. But she didn't believe me, and it was clear she didn't really feel for me. She had really changed. How different would she have to be to be turning me in right now? I faltered right before we hit the ramp, tilting my head back to look up at the ship anxiously. It was a trap, a trap laid out for me. This was either Rin or a fake the RAS had brought up to get me on this ship and back to that fucking nightmare of a facility where they'd just pick up where they left off and-
"Rin you gotta tell me right now you're not going to take me back," I wasn't ashamed of the obvious unease in my voice and the way my face paled. My knuckles turned white, gripping my helmet in one hand and the handle of my pistol in the other. "Seriously, I uh, I cant move until I hear you say it." I dragged my eyes from the ship to the back of her head, waiting for something maybe remotely reassuring from her.
Commander Rin Monroe
I stop when I hear him speak, my stride leaving me midway up the ramp. I let out an annoyed groan, this was becoming tiresome. Absentmindedly my fingers drum against my side. It was beyond difficult for me to not loose my patients and snap at him, but I knew that would only make things worse. My eyes briefly close as I attempt to get a grip on my emotions. "I won't turn you in and I won't take you back." I say plainly. I turn half way around to look at him, hand resting on my hip.
"You have about as much of a reason to trust me as I have to trust you. Not much at all. So I guess we're both taking a risk here, let's not make the other regret it." My tone was calm and sincere as I spoke. Slowly I walked back down the ramp to him. I reach out and touch his arm, but only for a moment. "Let's go."
Marcus Avian
I watched her warily as she came back towards me, eyes snapping up from her hand to her face to her hand again when she touched me. Wordlessly I nodded, stepping up onto the ramp now to follow her into the belly of the ship. My steps gradually became lighter and quieter, my feet settling down at that odd angle they always had when I was doing my best not to be heard. When I was in a combat zone. That's what this was in a way, I thought. Unknown territory with no back up, unidentified occupants and a possibly unreliable source. No clear objective. What did I have to lose at this point anyways? Why was I even trying so hard to stay alive? Because I had no idea where I'd go if I died. At least while I was breathing I had some control over that, although it was beginning to be less and less. Well, what I had left I'd fight for. That would give me something to do and to plan for other then try and shut up my friendly voices.
I took a deep breath as I stepped fully into the ship now, no longer on the ramp but on level flooring and in the shadow of it's ceiling. Come on time to pull it together, try acting like a human for crying out loud and not some Frankenstein of a former person. It was easy enough to lie, just lie a little bit more now. So I forced away the uneasy tension in my stance and made my shoulders ease back a bit. My head came up and a guarded but not exactly confident expression took up residence on my face. My eyes were still moving though, darting from every corner to every face to ever door I saw. Mapping it out, just in case right? | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
-Picture: |
49,479 | 1,334 | 93 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe
I woke up about to scream, my family's shotgun raised as I pointed it to the wall in my barracks. I held the primitive sawed-off in my right hand as I had my left hand on my holster by my bed side. I was shaking, the nightmares seem to be getting worse at times. I let go of my holster and pumped the old shotgun over and over until I unloaded it once more. It was another dream of home, my parents, my siblings, my friends. It was like a memory, or several mixed into one. The ones from my last combat mission... mixing with my memories from home. Was that a side effect of this program? Or was it just me scared of what would happen if we lost this war? I stood up wearing only my undergarments with the pump action still in one hand, then I set it down looking at my new leg... my new body. It felt... foreign. I was happy to have my ability to walk again, but I didn't know how I felt about being... what I am now. What was I now? Was I just a close like what Derek had said?! Were these even my memories I was thinking of?! What if they are memories implemented in my head to keep me fighting no matter what? "Dammit... Fucking dammit..." I walked to the wall and hit my head against it a few times. Trying to figure this all out was gonna be hell. We got a mission to do though, I need to rest now, and think later. I went back to bed, and reloaded the shotgun. I don't know why I loaded the modified relic, but I did. Maybe it was because it felt... familiar. It felt... Like part of me still.
Mission day, simple start, simple go to. What a day! Wake up, clean weapons, eat breakfast, practice fighting, steal second breakfast, keep working out, Double check my gear and where I am placing it (Huge issue I had in my last battle), and be ready for anything. Before getting on the ship I grabbed any gear I thought I would need. I grabbed my rifle, several mags, a nice shotgun (Not gonna take my own for a few reasons. If we're gonna go on a suicide mission I ain't losing that thing for that. And also this one is a bit more... Effective), I grabbed a small spool of copper wire, a multimeter, loose electronics including a small transmitter and receiver. I also grabbed my sidearm, only bringing the clip in the gun because if I really need to fuck someone up at point blank I got my shotgun for that. My combat knife, but that's actually for dealing with the electrical equipment more then anything. And my good luck charm for this mission, the neural transmitter from my prosthetic leg. Just as my reminder why I am gonna kick some hard ass. I threw in a few other essentials into my pack then moved out to the ship.
I set my gear down inside the ship with the exception of my small personal bag, and my sidearm. I noticed the commander and... wait... Who the hell was the new guy? Oh shit... someone fucked up I am bettin'. Command sent in a baby sitter?! Shit! Now, I had to find a way to not panic. As far as I knew I was fine but I have been wrong on this before. But watching him walk, he was definitely someone but... not someone from command. Definitely a soldier. The high ups don't send regular soldiers to do baby sitting duty now do they? Huh, could be budget cuts. "So who's Mister hot guy?" I said as the commander and the new guy came in. I figured this could go two ways. One, I make friend with this guy and I don't get a pay cut, or two I will die a painful death only to go back onto the same ship with him... It would be like being in a horrible meme... | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
-Picture: |
49,480 | 1,334 | 94 | 2,016 | 1,003 | Commander Rin Monroe
The last few days had been mostly uneventful, which was perfectly fine by me. The less problems I had to deal with the better. It seemed the crew had been getting acquainted and might actually be learning how to work together, at least I hope.
Immediately after departing from the space station I met with Brine, my second in command, to review the members of our team for a second time. A majority of our time was spent discussing what should be done with Sergeant Eric Fenris. In our first meeting Brine had strongly suggested we leave him on the space station pending court-martial. However, after an abundance of apologies, ass kissing, and swearing to do better I decided to let him stay. It wasn't an easy choice. At the second meeting Brine expressed his concern and held by his stand that we should have left Eric, however, he respected my decision. We came to the conclusion that regardless of how he seemed to improve a full report of his dishonorable actions would still be made. Depending on how he continued to conduct himself we might demote him to Petty Officer.
We didn't have any major concerns with the rest of the team, other than how such a vastly different set of people would work together. However, Brine brought up his concern and confusion over the most recent addition to our team, Marcus. My encounter with Marcus, much less my decision to let him come along, were far from planned but I had formulated a cover story with him. "He's an old friend of sorts. A person I can trust so I asked him to tag along. He isn't exactly the type the RAS would clear for a mission like this though. He served some years ago but dropped out and became a mercenary. His presents on this mission is obviously off the books. And I expect it to stay that way. I also expect everyone in the team to honor the rank of Lieutenant I assigned him." I explained to him.
It wasn't just Brine or the team that was worried, and somewhat suspicious, of Marcus. I had my doubts and concerns as well. Honestly I probably worried more about him than anyone else, after all I'm the only one who actually knows him. Or rather, I did know him. It's evident neither of us are the people we use to be.
We had also got in contact with the spy and confirmed details such as the exact meeting location. It looked like things were finally starting to fall into place. It's a satisfying feeling.
In the middle of lunch Azureal called me with some urgent news. Wasting no time I made my way to the bridge. I hadn't expected good news but what she told me wasn't what I was expecting either. It was a distress signal from a civilian transport ship who was moving refugees across the boarder. Azureal confirmed their transponder code was authentic. However, we couldn't get a clear radar read on the ship because it was right in the middle of an asteroid field. It made me uneasy, but I couldn't just ignore it. I ordered Chris to alter course then I went back to lunch with the others.
When I walk in I scan the room to be sure everyone is still present. I clear my throat then speak up. "Alright, slight change of plans." Once everyone got quiet and seemed to be paying attention I continued. "We picked up a distress signal from a civilian transport ship near by that is transporting refugees across the boarder. I can't ignore a call for help like this and we have a little extra time so we've redirected our course to them. The ship is in the midst of an asteroid field though, so radar is practically useless. I'm not fond of going in blind but we can't pass by without at least trying to help." I explain. I shift my stance and take a breath.
Alright, so let's jump right into this! This honestly wasn't part of my original plan. But the rp definitely needed some life and excitement so I came up with the side quest if you will. I know it isn't the best and is probably poorly planned and written so I'd really appreciate everyone's cooperation. There are plot holes and obvious twists, just because you see them doesn't mean you have to pick at them and tear this apart. I understand if you want to have your character express some concern or doubts, but please, not everyone jump on this as having their character be extremely against this or seeing right through it. I guess what I'm asking is that you just play along. Thanks! | Commander Rin Monroe
-Full name: Rin Lee Monroe
-Age: 80
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes. She was the first official successful case in the Rebirth project. Recently had the 50 year anniversary for being in Rebirth.
-Rank/Assignment: Commander
-Call-sign: Valkyrie
-Personality: Rin Monroe is known by her stern, commanding, cold, rough, and unforgiving personality. She is rough around the edges and harsh. Her opinion of you will generally be known and given openly with little to no care for who you are or what rank you are. If she disagrees with you, you will know it. She does though have good reason for being the way she is. Years of seeing horrible things and hundreds off Rebirths has made her jaded. Constantly getting hurt from trusting people or even just showing that she cares has made her shut off. Many consider her to be a heartless monster but in all truth she is far from it. Perhaps part of her problem is that she cares to much. Deep, deep, down she does have a more compassionate side but it's hard to find because she has built practically impenetrable walls around it. Her emotions are burred under years of untold heartache. If you can ever gain her trust it is likely that you'll never loose it. Time apart doesn't diminish her trust in a person, only their actions can change it. When she trusts and cares for someone there is little to nothing she won't do for them. Most who knew her when she was younger barely recognize her. It seems all that is left of her is anger. It isn't so much so that she doesn't have emotions anymore but that they are burred and confused. Occasionally happiness, enjoyment, and love will show through her bitter exterior but when they do it can be in strange ways. Needless to say she is a complex and confusing person, even to herself.
-History: “My name is Rin Monroe. I grew up in a little village on the planet Tenish. My father was the best fighter pilot of his time in the R.A.S. When I was only three years old he gave his life to prevent a major attack on the the home planet, Shintie. He has always been and will always be regarded as a hero.
I was raised by my loving mother and grandparents. When I turned sixteen I decided to follow in my father's foot steps, so I ran away from home to join the military. I went through two years of rigorous training at the academy in Vail, -the capitol of Tenish- to become a fighter pilot. Five days after my eighteenth birthday my dream came true when I was sent into battle. Little did I know of what laid ahead of me. Our mission was to protect a larger ship caring a bomb, strait through the battle field to the enemy battle ship. The mission was a success, but out of the full twenty-five of us that they sent out, I was the only one to survive. Some said it was a miracle, but my commanding officers recognized it as my unique natural ability. I quickly became known as the best pilot in the R.A.S. Years pasted and I gained many respectful honorers, one of witch was being the youngest ever to be appointed as C.A.G (Commander of the Air Group).
Then one fateful day I was approached by my commanding officer and a few scientists. “Live forever”, “Never die”, ”Invincible”, ”The perfect soldier” were a few of the phrases used. They told me that I could die however many times and I would just wake up in a new body just like my old one, every time. They said it had to do with some-sort of cloning and genetic modification. I jumped on the opportunity. They took me into this lab where they pocked and prodded me. “Taking samples” is what they called it. For six months I waited to hear from them. One day two men in black coats told me to come with them, I complied. After blind-folded me they drug me off. When they removed it I was tied to a table in a dark lab surrounded by people. “We're ready to began.” one of the women said. “What does that mean?” I asked nervously. “Don't worry. It will be over soon.” she reassured me. Before I could say another word she pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the head.
I saw a quick flash of memories and then felt dizzy and unsure feeling.“Am I dead?” I thought. Suddenly I notice something on my head, it felt almost like a helmet. I blinked my eyes but couldn't see anything. The thing raised off my head and I saw that I was in some kind of tube that was filled with a goopy liquid. The last thing I could remember was the woman pointing a gun at my head, a blast of pain and, then seeing the memories. “Congratulation! Your first resurrection was a success!” Said a voice from behind me. It was the head of the project, Isaac Dean. “You mean...?” I begun to say. “Yes! You my dear just faced death, and won.” He said with a smile. I couldn't believe it, I had just died, and came back. Holding out a hand he helped me out of the tube. “Welcome to the league of the invincible...” He said putting his arm around me.
If only I knew how my life would change....”
-Skills: An amazing pilot, has loads of experience with lots of different weapons. Skilled with guns and knifes. Has an eye like a hawk when she is in her Viper. She has an uncanny and incomparable talent at being a fighter (Specifically Viper) Pilot. Strong swimmer(She spent most her time on the beach growing up). Many would never guess it but she's a very good cook.
-Weaknesses: Isn't so good with electronics, especially the more advanced stuff. While she usually knows at least kind of what she's doing they seem to just hate her. The cold bothers her. Spiders freak her out. Emotionally repressed and twisted. It's difficult for her to form personal relationship in recent years. She doesn't always look at the full picture. Once she get's an idea set in her mind it's hard for her to change it.
-Romantic relationship: Currently none but has had many in the past. She doesn't openly trust and it's near to impossible to gain her trust.
-Other: She lived in a small house on a hill over looking a beach. Most of her childhood was spent on the beach and in the ocean. Her love for water has never went away. She was given her middle name in honor for her father after his death.
-Appearance: She stands at 5'10" with a well toned but plentifully feminine figure. Through the years and Rebirth she's gone through quite a variety of different tattoos and scars. At the moment she has very few scars and only a couple of tattoos. She has naturally pinkish-blonde hair (mostly kept in a ponytail) that is only seen in certain blood lines on Tenish and gray-blue eyes. Her look is generally cold and stern, when she was younger and happy she was often times complimented on having a beautiful smile.
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49,481 | 1,334 | 95 | 2,495 | 810 | Marcus Avian
The days had dragged by for me, full of a few to many curious people for my liking. Questions and curious glances. out right suspicion and hostility from some, not that any of it made me feel self conscious or anxious. it was just exhausting. Before, when I had escaped, my interactions with strangers had been minimal. Consisting mostly of directions or bumped shoulders. This was so much more taxing, I had to actually talk to these people (Not very much granted) and get along with them. Attempt to fit in, or at the least get out of the way when things started rolling. They all thought I was a Merc, a gun for hire thanks to Rin's cover story. It was a good one, didnt mind it. If anything it sort of helped me feel less like an object belonging to the military science and research branch. I appreciated it.
Most of my time I either spent in the small room I had been issued studying current events and catching up on rest. When not in there, I was either in the armory or the gym learning how the latest models in sniper rifles functioned and getting back into some sort of routine when it came to working out. Routine was comforting, it was a laid out plan that happened every day without fail. It gave the voices less opportunities to cause me to doubt.
Currently I was in the appointed mess hall, hunkered in a corner studying the 'food' I had been dished with a frown. It, looked like food. Tasted kinda like it, certainly smelled like it. But it was missing something, and try as hard as I might I couldnt put my finger on it...Then Rin, or the Commander, marched back into the room and made an announcement.
"Is their only cause for distress the asteroid field?" I asked eventually, sitting up a bit and resting my elbows on the table. It was hard to stumble into one of those, not that it never happened, but I couldnt help but be a bit paranoid. I wasnt as bad off as I had been when I had first tracked down Rin but it was hard to shake off a mentality like that. | -Full Name: Justin "Bane' Case
-Age: 62
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Joined Rebirth at the age of 28. How ever was a member of the military long before that.
-Rank / Assignment: Lieutenant
-Call-sign: Zephyr
-Personality: Justin has pretty much two modes. Nonchalant or I'll kill you serious. There is a very goofy and fun loving side to him that comes out when it probably shouldn't. There no telling when he might break out into song and might throw in a dance as well. The other side of him isn't one that anyone wants to see. He can be a danger to anyone without thought of who that person might be.
He cares little for rank and treats just about everyone the same. Its not about the uniform its about the person wearing the uniform that matters to Justin. He gets there is a time and place for everything, but there are somethings he just can't abide.
Justin has thing he does. Where he does what is right to him, morality and to certain extent orders. He has gone against a few of them in his time, but he always felt he did was right.
-History: Justin was born in a poor mountain town. His parents died not long after his 13th birthday. Till the day they were killed in an accident, they taught him to survive and live off the land. When he found out what happened, he did the only thing he knew to do. He took off into the mountains and learned the hard way to survive.
The moment he came of age. He enlisted in the army. He figured it was only way out of living on a mountain top . There were... Certain issues that he had overcome. Being alone for so long he wasn't used to being around people. Because of his life style most things didn't make sense to him. Except for combat. He excelled in that in an almost horrific manner.
It wasn't long before he found himself in an elite ground unit. Which suited him fine, he wanted nothing to do with those crazy asses in the Vipers and other flying shit. Now most of his unit is either dead or deployed elsewhere, away from him.
Over the years he has cross trained to a great many different skill sets. As a result he is almost a one man wrecking crew. Part of that is training and part of that is experience. He has a high mission success rate. There are more than couple of rumors about his accomplishments.
-Skills:
Justin excels in combat and demolition. Long rage, close quarters combat and demolitions are his specialty. If it can be killed he'll kill it, if it can be destroyed he'll destroy it. There is no mistaking his abilities in combat and demolitions.
There is an innate gift for stalking. Making him very good at infiltration and tracking. Mostly do to having to hunt for food rather than training.
Justin is pretty decent at first aid. You won't see him doing any sort of surgery but he's pretty good at patching people up. He was never one to want to rely on the Rebirth system. Justin more than understands its benefits, that doesn't mean its a go to thing for him.
Justine just seems to have the right instincts for being a solider. He trust his guy and goes form there. Justin is the type of guy you can drop off in the wild for months at a time and know that he will survive and get the job done.
-Weakness:
He CAN NOT fly anything. He isn't scared of heights but he is terrified of being in a plane of any sort. Ships he can do, but when push comes to shove, he wants his boots on the ground and do work. It's that feeling of confinement and not being to escape or move that bothers him the most.
He struggles working with a large team. Groups of three maybe four, anymore than that Justin just can't make it work out in his head. He has grown accustom to working alone.
Justin struggles with advanced tech. He does fine and can fix most mechanical based tech but he really struggles with electronics.
His gut isn't always right. He trusts in his instincts more than the evidence around him.
-Romantic Relationship: There have been a few in the past. None currently. That doesn't mean he isn't looking ladies!
-Other: His nickname Bane comes from when he was a child. One of his teachers him he might be the Bane of her existence due to his rambunctious nature. The name nick name stuck. His call sign Zephyr comes his personality, he can be as easy as the breeze one moment, only become a tornado ripping everything part.
-Appearance: A ruggedly handsome face. Adorned with short dark hair and even darker eyes. His 5’11 frame is covered by a lean 200 pounds worth of muscle and organs. While heavy you would never expect it. Even upon close close inspection one would think he’d he was closer to 180 pounds. A lean athletic frame that is built more on running and endurance than it is through brute power. In one form or another seems to always have a few scars showing.
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49,482 | 1,334 | 96 | 1,965 | 2,258 | Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe
So it has come to my attention that I may be a hoarder. As I remove the mattress from my bed I realized two things. One, I need a thicker mattress, and two, I have collected so many personal arms with a few arms from the small arms locker that it looked like a private armory. With two different types of combat shotguns and my own, several pistols, some blades, and even a carbine. And to top it off an old scoped rifle. It wasn't really much compared to our own sniper rifles but it had sentiment to me. I was ready for war without leaving my own bed. Even though most were civilian issued, I would still feel bad for the poor bastard that got laced with buckshot from any of those shotguns.
I heard the announcement about us going to save a civilian ship. I had mixed feelings about this. Yes, I am all for saving the civilians, but this close tot he border it smells like a trap. If it was me, I'd capture a civilian ship, and either fill it with explosives or some kind of virus. A virus that would take days, if not weeks to kick in. That way it would reach an outpost or a base, or more crew. Then use the potential cure or vaccination to gain better support if things got out of control. But that could be paranoia on my part.
I grabbed one of the shotguns in case combat did spark inside the stranded ship. Truth be told I would be against a mission like this, but I am not. These border runs were a lot cheaper for some people to travel, people like me and my family would use them all the time to gain the supplies we needed. On that ship were people like him, like his family, like his friends, people like him who are just trying to make a daily living. "Let's just get that ship going again. Then finish this damn war."
I walked into the bridge the shotgun resting in one arm leaving my other arm free to salute the commander. I wanted to bring up my concerns before we started our mission. Mainly because dying of coughing up my lungs sounded like a bad idea. Or by zombies. I mean we technically are so if I head one person say it's not possible I will shoot them int he fucking face to just prove them wrong. "So before we enter this ship we know so little about? What precautions do we plan on taking other then our standard issued gear?" I put the shotgun over my shoulder now. I didn't want to step out of my place as Staff Sergent to my commander, but I have had soldiers in my past unit who have dealt with situations like this. That was part of the reason I was kinda scared. | -Full Name: Hunter Monroe (No relation to Rin Lee Monroe)
-Age: 25
-Gender: Male
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sergeant
-Call-sign: Zombie
-Personality: In basics, Hunter is a caring sarcastic smart ass. He will stand up for his friends in most cases, even if that means he himself gets hurt along the way.
-History:
Hunter grew up with a military family, Most of his family has seen combat in some way shape or form, So naturally when he was old enough he signed up. Though he knew from the point of joining that he was entering a long and hard war, much of his family who had joined before him were either missing or dead.
After serving for a short time he has only seen combat two times, though on the second time he lost one of his legs to a grenade. He then was forced to tie off the remains of his leg and hold tight well he waited foe anyone friendly. He passed out on the second day only to wake up in a hospital.
When word got out about the rebirth program he joined ASAP. He wanted to make a difference in the war, and still be able to go back home to what had remained of his family. This would also give him a chance to be able to walk again.
-Skills:
-Electrical Engineering
-Mechanical Engineering
-Close quarters combat
-Navigation/Tracking
-Weakness:
-He tends to let his emotions take priority of a situation.
-He's stubborn at times
-Likes to take risky moves
-Romantic Relationship: Single
-Other: Hunter is always ready for a fight, he sees it as his family legend to fight his absolute hardest in any conflict no matter what. He also likes to keep good luck charms with him, they tend to vary.
-Appearance: Hunter is 5'11"
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49,483 | 1,334 | 97 | 2,083 | 190 | SGT Azurael Winchester (nexis)
My wrist was still in a splint from a few days ago but that did nothing to hinder me from my job. I had a duty to the ship and her crew. I had delivered the news to Rin and I now waited at my station. My headset on and my hands ready to work with the comms and sigs equipment in front of me. Lunch was the least of my worries now. | -Full Name: Azurael Winchester
-Age: 22
-Gender: Female
-Rebirth: Yes
-Rank / Assignment: Sargent (Comms/Sigs operator)
-Call-sign: Nexus
-Personality: Azurael, while generally quite pleasant, has somewhat of a bipolar temper - she can easily change from being calm and placid one moment to instensly angry the next. While she tries to work on her temper she doesn't always succeed and this has gotten her into trouble. She generally prefers the company of her Comms/Sigs equipment to humans as her equipment is a lot more predictable. She is highly intelligent but goes out of her way to hide this as she detests being in the spotlight.While she says she hates conflict and stressful enviroments - this is wrong, she thrives and some would says likes such situations. Her sense of humor is very dry and quite lacking. While she generally won't argue with orders she disagrees with, the disgruntlement will be clearly written across her face. Azurael has no skill whatsoever at hiding her emotions - her face is an open book so to say.
-History: Azurael had always dreamed of a career alowing her to travel and to protect others. Coming from a poor family where options where few and far between if not impossible - the RAS was the best, and more importantly, free option. She has no issues whatsoever making the RAS a permenant thing. Her career is her life and she won't let anything, including romance, get in the way. As a child her parents worked hard and very long hours to send Azurael to school. Azurael never saw them often but didn't resent them for this - she in fact was driven to succeed because of them, and she surpassed expectations - at least academically. Her social life suffered however, and she's never really had any friends.
-Skills: Azurael is great at chess, while she won't win against any grand masters she has great skill. She has won a few competitions but refuses to admit it. She is excellent with IT and communications. She has an eidetic memory and picks up information quite easily, and as a consequence is quite intelligent. Her marksmanship with rifles is exemplary. She is also quite skilled in Taekwondo. She is moderately skilled in CQC.
-Weakness: While she does lack socialising skills, she isn't afraid to socialise, she will generally prefer not to. She has a horrific temper when angered and has on more than one occasion been demoted because of this. She has next to no teamwork skills. Her athletic abilities are lacking to the point she barely managed to pass (with difficulty) the entrance fitness exams. She work herself to complete exhaustion without even knowing it - so great is her work focus.
-Romantic Relationship: None. Single.
-Other: She hasn't used Re-birth yet, she is signed up.
-Appearance: 5ft 7in tall. Azurael hides her curves with her uniform - she is only moderately curvey in any case. Her hair is long and she wears it in a tight plait which reaches down to the small of her back. She won't admit it and has never shown any-one but has tattoos which have very special meanings to her - a barbed wire tattoo running from the bottom of her neck down the spine to her tail bone, on her left shoulder is yggdrasil, and on her right shoulder is flaming skull holding a rose in it's teeth.
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49,484 | 1,335 | 0 | 845 | 68 | Story: You all grasp your bearings onto the horrifying scene, a limping man in the distance broken and wrecked cars sprawled around. Someone spots a figure in a window. The man is weary of strangers. Some choose to approach some choose to look around. A plane passes above with one turbine out and smoking.
LET IT BE KNOWN:
Objectives can be fairly small. Your descriptions of character movement at some times can very from long sentences on rummaging through desk to moving a chair and sitting.
Don't be a dick.
Be as descriptive as you can on things that matter, not the smell of the room to are left which we will never enter or see again.
How to write:
-For actions. Description in this color too.
-For thoughts.
-For words out loud.
-For OOC commentary.
-For random things? | Name: Roger Davis.
Age: 18.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 152lbs.
Occupation: Unemployed.
Bio: Roger Davis is a young man fresh out of high school looking for belonging. He has a chill personality and is pretty smart. In fact his grades were good, very good. He could have gone to college but he didn't have the money. Maybe he would if not for having tragically lost his parents to a car accident when he was 5(I know cliche, sue me.). Most of his friends went on to college, leaving him on his own for the most part. In times of need he reaches out to his previous Foster parents who he still calls frequently. He recently moved to , in search of a job. He is without luck though as every office he applies for has turned him down. This repetitive failure has wore his mental ability to the lowest point he's ever encountered. Upon hearing this his Foster parents decided he should come back for a while. Because of his financial situation he sold his car and decided to take the bus.... You know what happens.
Sorry I'm keeping it short not much time to spare right this second. |
49,485 | 1,335 | 1 | 1,350 | 586 | God fucking damnit...what just happened? I think dazedly.
I open my eyes to to sound of someone screaming and a hot knife of pain slashes straight through my mind. I groan, peeling myself off the floor as best I can. That is to say, not well. My scrabbling fingers slide across a jagged shard of glass and I gasp as a small cut opens up in my finger. I gasp more out of surprise than pain, but it's going to make it harder to press on things with that finger in the future, and I narrow my eyes in annoyance, belatedly realizing that I'm actually on the pavement, halfway through glass doors that are mercifully completely gone.
Hang on, there are other people here beside HELLO guy. Shit, they look...pained.
Whoever it is yells again, and the pain intensifies again. Goddamnit, isn't it bad enough already?
"Shut the fuck up!" I grit out through a painful mouth, tasting blood. My lip is split, and I still haven't figured out how to lift myself out of this fucking door with what little dexterity I have after taking such a hard blow to the head. | N A M EVictoria Alina Eskridge
A G E17
P I C T U R E
H E I G H T , W E I G H T5' 7", 122 lbs.
O C C U P A T I O NHigh School Student
B I OVictoria—she prefers Tori—has always been rather...rambunctious might be the word. She’s never been the type to sit inside and work on embroidery or some such activity that she would refer to as “oh god it’s so boring.” She much prefers such activities as camping, hiking, backpacking; things where she could get outside, away from a lot of other people and from the trappings of civilization. See, she’s the type of person that’s totally, lethally allergic to bullshit. Tough as nails and darkly cynical with the kind of cynicism only a young person can have, she won’t hesitate to deck you if you look at her wrong.
Tori’s early life was rough. It wasn’t as though she’d had an abusive family, or anything like that. What she’d had was an exceedingly poor family, so poor they could barely afford to put food on the table. Thus, when not in school—public school, of course—she spent most of her time trying to clothe and feed herself. She became heavily self-sufficient, and though much of the time, she’d been a bit...illegal in her methods, she managed to keep herself alive and relatively healthy throughout her adolescence. Her clothes are typically grungy, and she’s got no real compunctions over eating out of dumpsters.
When the outbreak began, she’d been riding near the front of the bus, ready to bail at a moment’s notice if somebody was going to ask for fare. She’d smacked her head on the pole she’d been holding without really knowing what was going on. And that brings us to today. |
49,486 | 1,335 | 2 | 1,766 | 865 | Sydney groans as her vision swims into view. What the f&*$.... She groans and sits up, shaking her head and hearing the tinkling of glass shards falling from her electric blue hair. She grabs onto a nearby seat and hoists herself up off her back and into a seated position. She groans and rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes.
F*$& me... My head feels like I took all of Jimmy's stache and drank the bar dry...
Oy! Any of you f*$&heads know what the f&$& just happened?! What the hell is going on!?
She looks around at the people nearby, her hand inching towards her backpack which contains her guns and other items. | Name: Kelli 'Sydney' King
Age:24
Picture:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140
Occupation: Bank Robber
Bio: Kelli "Sydney" King is a troublesome and belligerent youth hailing from Melbourne, capital of the Australian state of Victoria. A former member of a delinquent gang called the Dingos, Sydney has a known history of violence and anarchy, and loves to wreak havoc and beating the loving daylight out of people. At one point in her past, Sydney got her hands on the Bootleg, a smuggled assault rifle that has since become her trusty companion.
Ever the trouble-seeker she came to Washington D.C in 2016 to join an infamous gang of Bank Robbers. She intercepted them on one of their jobs and declared herself a member on the spot. Impressed by the sheer audacity of her actions they gang leader inducted her into their ranks readily, where she has quickly became one of their most active members |
49,487 | 1,335 | 3 | 741 | 148 | My ears could only perceive the annoying ringing of bells as pain made itself known throughout my body. Awareness filled me as I was assaulted with a vision most confusing. The seats were on top of me. Seats weren’t supposed to be on top of me. I was supposed to be on top of them. Then came the pain, as if every muscle in me was pulled and I was forced to exercise after years of inactivity and stagnation. It was disorienting as I lifted my arms in front of my face, its sound missing as the bells continued its unholy chime. There were scratches on them, my sleeves raining some glittery shards. I put my arms down and rolled so my belly was under me. I took that opportunity to push myself, glittery shards that now looked to be glass digging in my palms, the sting of pain flooding my mind.
Slowly, mercifully, the ringing seemed to lessen and be replaced with human voices. It was still a mess of sounds, as if someone was speaking under water. I shook my head and turned my attention to where it originated. There, a girl. A woman. Female. Stuck in a window. Or was it a door? It was definitely a door. Of course it was a door. It was across the driver’s seat. I shook my head as I looked for my cross-body bag that was in arms reach. How it was removed from my body was a mystery since I didn’t want to contemplate about it anymore. Slowly, I attempted to stand up only to fall on my knees as my strength left me. Not wanting to get hurt, I pulled the decorative scarf from my neck and wrapped both my hands on them and proceeded to crawl on the floor.
I approached the girl-woman and made to wave. The woman-girl looked pretty bad but she probably didn’t need to know that. Instead, I started to say. “Hey. I’m Al. Alva. You okay? Need help?” I didn’t know how to help but I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Hopefully the girl who was stuck would know how. | Name: Alva Solway
Age: 20
Picture:
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 70 kg / 155 lbs.
Occupation: University Student
Bio:
Alva is an ordinary university student, meaning that she’s almost always out of cash, knee-high in debt due to student loans that she should never have taken, and most definitely exhausted and in need of definite sleep. An only child of a single mom who was always missing in her life due to the fact that her mom needed to work to provide food on the table, Alva was a spoiled kid, given wanted material possessions as her mother’s most common way to show affection.
That self-entitlement dwindled over the years as she grew up, slowly but surely recognizing their financial situation. Alva became humbler, the gifts and offerings dwindling as she rejected those that weren’t truly needed. Since her mother was still focusing on her work, Alva finally felt the missing warmth of family and turned to media and games as a means of feeling.
One TV episode later of a show she barely remembered the name of, she got it in her mind that she was merely an investment in the most hopeful sense of the word and a burden that her mother was stuck with at the worst. Her mind swirled in negativity, convincing her heart that tried vainly to convince her otherwise that her thoughts were in the wrong and that her mother loved her truly. Suffering in silence, she drowned in depression, her mother none-the-wiser to what was happening as they didn’t know how to communicate.
Alva’s teacher saved her, however. Noticing the failing grades, she was given a talking to, the teacher leading her towards their home and forcing mother and child to actually talk. Her mother was shocked, obviously, thinking that everything was fine in her daughter’s end since Alva was quiet on the whole affair. What followed was meetings with a counselor, slowly but surely building up Alva’s confidence and self-esteem. It had taken close to two years for her to finally realize that she was alive and will be alive and will continue to be alive. Now armed with a new sense of purpose of knowing the human mind, why it did what it did, and wanting to help just like her teacher and counselor helped, she rode a bus in hopes to attend a seminar that would shed light to the mysteries of the mind and hopefully help with her research paper that was a total of 20% of her whole course.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. |
49,488 | 1,335 | 4 | 1,350 | 586 | I winced as someone approached me, asking if I needed help. Well GEE. I wonder. It's not like I'm stuck halfway through a glass door or anything. If thoughts could be described as sarcastic, then mine were. Still, I wasn't an idiot. If someone comes up and offers me help in a situation like this, I'd have to be a total dumbass to turn it down. I turn my face up to hers, grunting and wincing at the sudden spike in head pain. Again. My split lip was still running with blood, and aside from putting a highly unpleasant coppery taste in my mouth, I'm sure it looked like I'd just got the shit beaten out of me.
Well, I mean, I sort of did. By a pole. And a door.
Who knows, maybe I was an idiot. My first unconscious thought upon seeing my unknown savior was wow, she's pretty hot. 'Course, in about a millisecond I'd refocused on my situation and mentally berated the shit out of myself, grunting out a few strained sentences. "You could say that, yeah. Turns out that being stuck halfway through a glass door is a fairly unpleasant experience. Who knew?" My deadpan semi-humor was probably lost on her. Whatever. It's not like it was intentional. Conditioned reflex and all that, honed from years of stickin' it to the man in the city streets. "Think you could do me a solid and maybe break off some of the glass on the edges of the doorframe so I can get myself out without cutting myself to fuckin' shreds?"
Almost as an afterthought, I add, "By the way, I'm Tori. You got any idea what happened to cause this shitshow?" | N A M EVictoria Alina Eskridge
A G E17
P I C T U R E
H E I G H T , W E I G H T5' 7", 122 lbs.
O C C U P A T I O NHigh School Student
B I OVictoria—she prefers Tori—has always been rather...rambunctious might be the word. She’s never been the type to sit inside and work on embroidery or some such activity that she would refer to as “oh god it’s so boring.” She much prefers such activities as camping, hiking, backpacking; things where she could get outside, away from a lot of other people and from the trappings of civilization. See, she’s the type of person that’s totally, lethally allergic to bullshit. Tough as nails and darkly cynical with the kind of cynicism only a young person can have, she won’t hesitate to deck you if you look at her wrong.
Tori’s early life was rough. It wasn’t as though she’d had an abusive family, or anything like that. What she’d had was an exceedingly poor family, so poor they could barely afford to put food on the table. Thus, when not in school—public school, of course—she spent most of her time trying to clothe and feed herself. She became heavily self-sufficient, and though much of the time, she’d been a bit...illegal in her methods, she managed to keep herself alive and relatively healthy throughout her adolescence. Her clothes are typically grungy, and she’s got no real compunctions over eating out of dumpsters.
When the outbreak began, she’d been riding near the front of the bus, ready to bail at a moment’s notice if somebody was going to ask for fare. She’d smacked her head on the pole she’d been holding without really knowing what was going on. And that brings us to today. |
49,489 | 1,335 | 5 | 2,568 | 670 | ~Sebastian Galloway~
'I'm awake, but I feel like I'm coming out of a coma right now, what's going on? Why is it so hard to move right now?' the muffled voice of a man, possibly a younger one, crept into my head ever so slowly. It seemed like if I just focused on his voice long enough the ringing In my ears would stop and my eyes, which felt glued shut, would finally open. The first words I heard were nothing but indistinct noises, but come the second time around, the HELLO? was more clear. Just open them! Open your eyes and figure out what happened! my eye lids flickered open and after the initial 10 seconds of blurred vision, my eyes started to come into focus.
My first sight, after my eyes adjusted, was a young man hovering over me."hi..." A much needed cough sprang out of my mouth without warning. My eyes shifted around nervously, looking at the wreckage around me. My arms stagger a bit as I plant my hands down on the broken window beneath me pushing myself up to a sitting position. The adrenalin and sudden change of scenery helped me ignore the pain in my left arm and the minor cuts that would soon be scattered across my palms. "What's happening right now? What happened to the bus?" A stupid question to ask. I realized this man is in the same situation As me, trying to get information from him seemed a bit futile. But, if he caught a glimpse at the car or other bus that hit us or something, maybe it would put my mind at ease a bit. | Name: Sebastian "bass" Galloway
Age: 22
Picture:
Height: 5'6 ft / 170.6 cm
Weight: 142 lbs
Occupation: Cook/Food preparation
Bio: Ever since he was a kid Bass was a slacker. His priorities were never in the right places, even when the time called for it. In middle school Bass wasn't that bad, not a model student, but not that bad. It was when he hit highschool that his laziness and unmotivated attitude started affecting his grades. He'd rather joke around with his classmates than do homework, ditch class for the period before he even considered the consequences. It wasn't until his last semester of highschool did he realize the consequences of his actions, but by that time it was to late to fix his track record. Bass accepted the fact that he won't get into a good university or college, so instead he threw himself into the work force. Straight out of highschool Bass got a job as a cook at a family restaurant, a place where slacking was not tolerated at all. Working in a kitchen, under a chef, has been good for him. He's becoming more mature and learning discipline, he's learned some valuable skills along with the proper attitude towards hard work. |
49,490 | 1,335 | 6 | 4 | 963 | Wow my head hasn't hurt this bad since... My thoughts trailed off as I opened my eyes. At first I didn't know what I was seeing. I then realized it was glass crumbled all over the ground of... Where was I last? A bus? I saw shattered glass all over the floor of the bus. My body ached and I couldn't quite remember what happened. I sat up from the ground and looked around.
The first thing she saw was a woman approaching another who was stuck in the door. What the-! I need to go help them! was all I could think as I lifted myself from the ground using a nearby pole. I could feel little pieces of glass sticking to my back and the back of my legs. I tried to walk as fast as I could to the woman in distress. Shards of glass tinkled out of my hair as I walked- well, stumbled- to the two women.
The one in the door seemed pretty calm, something Ally wasn't sure she could do if she were half through a door. The other woman had a scarf protecting her hands. "Dang, wish I had thought of something like that," she thought, looking at her own hands that were sliced and bleeding.
"Here, I can break the glass, I'm already beat up anyway," I said, figuring after this I could just hit the hospital. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and hit the glass, not wanting to send it flying into the faces of anyone near, but also not wanting the woman in the door to continue suffering either. As the final pieces of glass tumbled to the ground, I offered, "My name is Ally. I don't remember how the crash happened, but I'm sure the bus crashed. Uh... I don't know where the police or ambulances are, but I'm sure they'll be here soon. | Name: Ally Estrada
Age: 22
Picture: Ally is well-built, she's not a girl that will be blown away by wind. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings, though she rarrly has them in anyway. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair and if she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail. Most of her clothes are functional. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: During off-season 145, but currently 132 lb.
Occupation: Sports Medicine Apprentice
Bio: Ally is going through school to become a Sports Medicine Physician. Although she has her Bachelor's Degree, she still needs a few more years of school to become a full physician. Like many others, she wasn't fortunate enough to have parents who could pay for her full college tuition, actually her father couldn't really give her a thing. The woman found a love for the sport of wrestling in high school and gained scholarships for the new women's teams around the country. So, she settled here as the university gave her a lot of money in turn for wrestling. This is why she stays at 132, with a low body-fat percentage of about 17%. This could either prove good or bad for the situation, as she is in amazing physical shape, but doesn't have much body fat to compensate for any loss in calories. |
49,491 | 1,335 | 7 | 1,350 | 586 | Shit. Ow, ow, ow.
"I really didn't need another head wound," I mutter as a shard of glass scrapes across my forehead, slicing a tiny bleeding slit above my right eye. It's not a serious wound, but it's going to be annoying to constantly have blood going into my eye. Anyway, now that the glass is out of the way, I brace my hands on the side, grunting in irritation and pain as my aching arms lever me up to a roughly standing position. I step up, finally freeing myself from that damn door. Now that my arms are free, I rub my temples, wincing at the still-constant headache. Christ. This sucks.
"Thanks, then, Ally," I mumble grudgingly at the woman. "Tori." I survey the scene. The bus is on it's side, having flipped over. Now that I look at it, it seems like a blessing that I didn't fuckin' die. I take a moment to wipe blood out of my eye—I can already tell that this is going to get annoying real fast—and try to figure a way out of this bus. I'm already starting to feel claustrophobic, and if I'm not out of here within the next ten minutes, tops, I think I'm going to flip shit.
Windows? Either too high or on the pavement. Same for door. Roof hatch? I wordlessly maneuver my way over the seats and grab the handle on the roof safety hatch, yanking it to the side. Nothing. Must've gotten stuck somehow. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Hey," I croak in a passable imitation of a yell, "anyone near the back of the bus want to see if the backside can still open up?" | N A M EVictoria Alina Eskridge
A G E17
P I C T U R E
H E I G H T , W E I G H T5' 7", 122 lbs.
O C C U P A T I O NHigh School Student
B I OVictoria—she prefers Tori—has always been rather...rambunctious might be the word. She’s never been the type to sit inside and work on embroidery or some such activity that she would refer to as “oh god it’s so boring.” She much prefers such activities as camping, hiking, backpacking; things where she could get outside, away from a lot of other people and from the trappings of civilization. See, she’s the type of person that’s totally, lethally allergic to bullshit. Tough as nails and darkly cynical with the kind of cynicism only a young person can have, she won’t hesitate to deck you if you look at her wrong.
Tori’s early life was rough. It wasn’t as though she’d had an abusive family, or anything like that. What she’d had was an exceedingly poor family, so poor they could barely afford to put food on the table. Thus, when not in school—public school, of course—she spent most of her time trying to clothe and feed herself. She became heavily self-sufficient, and though much of the time, she’d been a bit...illegal in her methods, she managed to keep herself alive and relatively healthy throughout her adolescence. Her clothes are typically grungy, and she’s got no real compunctions over eating out of dumpsters.
When the outbreak began, she’d been riding near the front of the bus, ready to bail at a moment’s notice if somebody was going to ask for fare. She’d smacked her head on the pole she’d been holding without really knowing what was going on. And that brings us to today. |
49,492 | 1,335 | 8 | 741 | 148 | Small laughter bubbled past my lips as I heard the girl I was trying (and currently) failing to help respond with sarcastic words. It came without warning and I immediately tried my best to school my features to avoid offense. I definitely knew that being laughed at while in a bad spot made for a horrible feeling. “Sorry about that.” I said as I shuffled closer to her in hopes to be of assistance. “It was funny.” My eyes widened in realization and I raised my hand up to… to, I didn’t know, surrender? “What I meant was that what you said was funny. Not the-- the situation. The situation’s horrible.”
Shaking my head, I turned to said current situation at hand. She needed my help to break off said glasses and probably do it in a way that didn’t hurt her any further. “Sure. I can do that, I think.” I answered her request. I lifted my hand to reach for my bag but found air, a frown coming to my face upon realizing that I didn’t pick up the bag that was next to my seat that should already be strapped across my shoulders. I stopped my covered palms filled with glass shards from hitting my face upon realizing my sheer idiocy.
While she -- Tori -- gave her name, I took that opportunity to mask my stupidity by answering her question. “I don’t remember exactly but I know something hit us or we hit something.” Awesome job there Captain Obvious. I really need a way to help remove those glasses without hurting myself before she notices I’m buying time. “It was pretty fast, too, I think.”
An unlikely savior came in the form of a brown-haired woman with equally brown eyes offering to break the glass. Yes! Although the fact that her hand was pretty banged up was concerning. “Speaking of police and ambulances,” I muttered absently as I attempted to stand up and found strength in there finally, “I’ll try dialing them up. Never called before and they might be here already but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Be right back. I’m Alva, by the way.” I added absentmindedly as Ally introduced herself to us. As I walked away from the two and went towards my previous seat, I hefted my bag across my shoulders and picked up my phone.
Dialing the authorities resulted in nothing, saying that the line was too busy. I dialed it again and again and it only resulted into the same line. I simply pocketed my phone as I made my way towards Tori and Ally, pleased that the former was now standing about and looked to be filled with energy as she yanked the roof hatch and failed to open it. It must be stuck. A sigh escaped my lips. Closed spaces suck but at least I have people here with me. I probably would’ve either freaked out by now and cried or did some dangerous miraculous bullshit like climbing on the seats and whacking the window open even if it meant glass shards raining down dangerously on me.
Shaking my head of that particular imagination and keeping it in mind for the worst case scenario of being unable to escape this particular event, I decided to catch their attention, waving a handkerchief and unopened water bottle towards Ally with my left hand. “For your wounds and shi-- stuff. Might stop the bleeding or at least make sure it’s not infected.” Then I turned to Tori, giving her my pack of half-empty tissue napkins to clean herself with. Something she’d probably like considering the blood on her face. It wasn’t a lot, but in my humblest opinion, having even a speck of blood in anyone’s face should be considered ‘a lot’. “Here you go.” | Name: Alva Solway
Age: 20
Picture:
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 70 kg / 155 lbs.
Occupation: University Student
Bio:
Alva is an ordinary university student, meaning that she’s almost always out of cash, knee-high in debt due to student loans that she should never have taken, and most definitely exhausted and in need of definite sleep. An only child of a single mom who was always missing in her life due to the fact that her mom needed to work to provide food on the table, Alva was a spoiled kid, given wanted material possessions as her mother’s most common way to show affection.
That self-entitlement dwindled over the years as she grew up, slowly but surely recognizing their financial situation. Alva became humbler, the gifts and offerings dwindling as she rejected those that weren’t truly needed. Since her mother was still focusing on her work, Alva finally felt the missing warmth of family and turned to media and games as a means of feeling.
One TV episode later of a show she barely remembered the name of, she got it in her mind that she was merely an investment in the most hopeful sense of the word and a burden that her mother was stuck with at the worst. Her mind swirled in negativity, convincing her heart that tried vainly to convince her otherwise that her thoughts were in the wrong and that her mother loved her truly. Suffering in silence, she drowned in depression, her mother none-the-wiser to what was happening as they didn’t know how to communicate.
Alva’s teacher saved her, however. Noticing the failing grades, she was given a talking to, the teacher leading her towards their home and forcing mother and child to actually talk. Her mother was shocked, obviously, thinking that everything was fine in her daughter’s end since Alva was quiet on the whole affair. What followed was meetings with a counselor, slowly but surely building up Alva’s confidence and self-esteem. It had taken close to two years for her to finally realize that she was alive and will be alive and will continue to be alive. Now armed with a new sense of purpose of knowing the human mind, why it did what it did, and wanting to help just like her teacher and counselor helped, she rode a bus in hopes to attend a seminar that would shed light to the mysteries of the mind and hopefully help with her research paper that was a total of 20% of her whole course.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. |
49,493 | 1,335 | 9 | 845 | 68 | The Guy mutters "Hi" then gets up into a sitting position. I notice my commotion has woken some other passengers, a girl voices some mean comment, others start congregating by the door where someone seems to have gotten stuck, they look to have got it handled but I try and see it done. "What's happening right now? What happened to the bus?" the man mutters. "Couldn't say if I tried. Lucky it looks like no one died. No rhyme intended. Here Lets get you up." Was the humor really necessary? Meh some other guy laughed. We can think of what happened after we get out. Man I feel very rested, have I been out long?
I look up to see the orange-reddish daylight shine through little by little, it could be morning or afternoon. My head pains again, the others continue talking. Some yelling is done by the same girl from earlier though she makes a valid point. It seems the exits are not working. I look around quickly. It seems the driver is nowhere to be found, and a gaping hole through the glass that was supposed to be in front of him is gone. The size of the hole looks a little small but we could use it. "There... there is are way out!" I yell then flinch, my whole jaw ached I probably hit it in the crash. "Does anyone know the time? Or even what happened?"It is morning. Early morning
I look back to the guy, "Sorry my head hurts quite a bit. Here go first, I'll be right behind you. watch out for glass." I point towards the opening and move my hands in an ushering motion. | Name: Roger Davis.
Age: 18.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 152lbs.
Occupation: Unemployed.
Bio: Roger Davis is a young man fresh out of high school looking for belonging. He has a chill personality and is pretty smart. In fact his grades were good, very good. He could have gone to college but he didn't have the money. Maybe he would if not for having tragically lost his parents to a car accident when he was 5(I know cliche, sue me.). Most of his friends went on to college, leaving him on his own for the most part. In times of need he reaches out to his previous Foster parents who he still calls frequently. He recently moved to , in search of a job. He is without luck though as every office he applies for has turned him down. This repetitive failure has wore his mental ability to the lowest point he's ever encountered. Upon hearing this his Foster parents decided he should come back for a while. Because of his financial situation he sold his car and decided to take the bus.... You know what happens.
Sorry I'm keeping it short not much time to spare right this second. |
49,494 | 1,335 | 10 | 4 | 963 | "Nice to meet you two," I said and added, somewhat sourly, "Though I wish it was in better conditions." I looked around the partially filled bus. "Thank goodness it wasn't too packed... I don't think I would ever get over it if I watched a kid die," I thought. There didn't seem to be any kids, and I was glad.
Alva came back, this time with a handkerchief and some water. She offered it to me and I was slightly surprised. "Oh, wow, thank you very much," I said and took them gratefully. I spent some time picking out the remaining pieces of glass. When I finished I poured about a quarter of the water bottle on my cuts, hoping to get any dirt out. "I'll be sure to clean it with alcohol when I get home," I thought, wondering what time it was.
I handed the water bottle back to Alva. "Here, we might ne trapped for a few hours. It'll be better to drink than clean my hand. I really appreciate it." I gave her another warm smile, hoping to keep the mood light as I wrapped my hand in the handkerchief. | Name: Ally Estrada
Age: 22
Picture: Ally is well-built, she's not a girl that will be blown away by wind. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings, though she rarrly has them in anyway. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair and if she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail. Most of her clothes are functional. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: During off-season 145, but currently 132 lb.
Occupation: Sports Medicine Apprentice
Bio: Ally is going through school to become a Sports Medicine Physician. Although she has her Bachelor's Degree, she still needs a few more years of school to become a full physician. Like many others, she wasn't fortunate enough to have parents who could pay for her full college tuition, actually her father couldn't really give her a thing. The woman found a love for the sport of wrestling in high school and gained scholarships for the new women's teams around the country. So, she settled here as the university gave her a lot of money in turn for wrestling. This is why she stays at 132, with a low body-fat percentage of about 17%. This could either prove good or bad for the situation, as she is in amazing physical shape, but doesn't have much body fat to compensate for any loss in calories. |
49,495 | 1,335 | 11 | 2,568 | 670 | ~Sebastian Galloway~
"I'm not really sure what happened, I usually zone out before work so I wasn't really paying attention. As for the time..." out of habit I pat my front right pocket for my phone, but the rectangular bulge was no where to by found. 'Must have had it in my hands when we crashed otherwise I'd probably still have it.' After sanding up with the assistance of the man I look back and say, "I'm not quite sure... But it should be around 6:30'ish... That's when I usually take the bus to work. But who knows how long we've been out."
After finding my bearings I look back to see the other young man following behind me, I give him a confirmative nod and continue to walk towards the glass hole by the drivers seat. Voices of others surround me and it dawns on me that me and this young man aren't the only two conscious. As I walk/stagger towards the driver seat I turn my head and yell back, "To anybody that is able to standup right now, there is a way out by the drivers seat. Anybody who is too injured to move, sit tight. We're getting help." I make my way to the hole in the window and try to squeeze out. The shatter proof glass would have taken to much effort to try and make the hole bigger and I just didn't have the strength at the time. It didn't take long before made it out with minimal scratches. I immediately turn back to the young man with my hand extanded, " Alright, your turn..." | Name: Sebastian "bass" Galloway
Age: 22
Picture:
Height: 5'6 ft / 170.6 cm
Weight: 142 lbs
Occupation: Cook/Food preparation
Bio: Ever since he was a kid Bass was a slacker. His priorities were never in the right places, even when the time called for it. In middle school Bass wasn't that bad, not a model student, but not that bad. It was when he hit highschool that his laziness and unmotivated attitude started affecting his grades. He'd rather joke around with his classmates than do homework, ditch class for the period before he even considered the consequences. It wasn't until his last semester of highschool did he realize the consequences of his actions, but by that time it was to late to fix his track record. Bass accepted the fact that he won't get into a good university or college, so instead he threw himself into the work force. Straight out of highschool Bass got a job as a cook at a family restaurant, a place where slacking was not tolerated at all. Working in a kitchen, under a chef, has been good for him. He's becoming more mature and learning discipline, he's learned some valuable skills along with the proper attitude towards hard work. |
49,496 | 1,335 | 12 | 1,350 | 586 | Wow. I guess they found a way out. I don't know why I didn't notice the solid-sized hole where the driver was sitting, given how close to it I was. I should've considered the windshield to begin with. Stupid. Get it together. Whatever. I really need to get out of here. I still need to go get food, which was the reason I was on the bus to begin with. It's not like I can just go back to my fridge like most people. I take a napkin out, wiping down my forehead. The alcohol-ish liquid stings the cut slightly, and I grimace. Well, you know what they say. If it hurts, you know it's working. I need to thank her somehow. Not with my voice, of course. Not my style.
Naturally, I'm not the type to wait my turn like a good little girl, and I shoulder my way in front of a boy that seems a little older than I am. Shoving my way past, I ignore the hand, wincing as I get yet another glass wound from crawling through the window. Specifically, my leather jacket and tanktop ride up a bit, leaving my hip to get a slight stinging cut. For those keeping track at home, that's three since I woke up, I think wryly to myself.
"Whoa,", I murmur upon looking out at the street, for once lacking a snarky remark. The street is as I have absolutely never seen it.
Quiet.
Not silent, mind you, but definitely weirdly quiet. There are plenty of cars; not a lot of them are running, though. It's...strange. I shiver slightly despite myself, rubbing my aching head, specifically the large red bump on my forehead. I have a bad feeling about this. Something's wrong here. | N A M EVictoria Alina Eskridge
A G E17
P I C T U R E
H E I G H T , W E I G H T5' 7", 122 lbs.
O C C U P A T I O NHigh School Student
B I OVictoria—she prefers Tori—has always been rather...rambunctious might be the word. She’s never been the type to sit inside and work on embroidery or some such activity that she would refer to as “oh god it’s so boring.” She much prefers such activities as camping, hiking, backpacking; things where she could get outside, away from a lot of other people and from the trappings of civilization. See, she’s the type of person that’s totally, lethally allergic to bullshit. Tough as nails and darkly cynical with the kind of cynicism only a young person can have, she won’t hesitate to deck you if you look at her wrong.
Tori’s early life was rough. It wasn’t as though she’d had an abusive family, or anything like that. What she’d had was an exceedingly poor family, so poor they could barely afford to put food on the table. Thus, when not in school—public school, of course—she spent most of her time trying to clothe and feed herself. She became heavily self-sufficient, and though much of the time, she’d been a bit...illegal in her methods, she managed to keep herself alive and relatively healthy throughout her adolescence. Her clothes are typically grungy, and she’s got no real compunctions over eating out of dumpsters.
When the outbreak began, she’d been riding near the front of the bus, ready to bail at a moment’s notice if somebody was going to ask for fare. She’d smacked her head on the pole she’d been holding without really knowing what was going on. And that brings us to today. |
49,497 | 1,335 | 13 | 741 | 148 | “You’re welcome.” I returned the warm smile Ally gave. Being thanked was always nice, even if it was just empty platitudes and what not. I sure as hell gave fake ones during my shift in retail. Being a mindless NPC was not fun. How did game characters do it, being stuck with the same dialogue options over and over again? I shook my head. They’re game characters, not people. I put the remaining tissue napkins back to my bag as well after Tori plucked one out and used it. She looked better now, at least, without the blood caking her face.
I watched as the older man climbed out of the bus, Tori immediately following. Of course, I followed her, too, like a moth to a flame. She shouldered past the boy and, while I didn’t agree with that point of action, I climbed out of the bus after her since it took a while for the boy to compose himself. I did say, “Excuse me,” though. It was always good to be polite. If high school ever taught me one thing, it was that if there’s an open spot, you immediately take it. And I was referring to getting quickly from one class to the other in the usually busy hallways of school.
Upon noticing Tori getting cut by the glass, I slowed my pace so I wouldn’t be injured in any way. It was a good thing I wore a long sleeve shirt today. No doubt I would’ve gotten more cuts if I didn’t. I did look away when her shirt rode up. It would be impolite not to do so. Her words of ‘whoa’ immediately took my notice as she managed to get out of the bus. Once I was standing, I looked around and felt that I understood what it was she meant.
It was quiet. For a country that boasted quick emergency response, there sure aren’t any people here. That’s worrying. Disbelief overriding my emotions, the words I wanted to keep to myself escaped my lips without my notice. “What the hell just happened here? Where’s the police and rescuers? Shouldn’t there be more people?”
P.S: Used the random color for other people's dialogue just to differentiate it. | Name: Alva Solway
Age: 20
Picture:
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 70 kg / 155 lbs.
Occupation: University Student
Bio:
Alva is an ordinary university student, meaning that she’s almost always out of cash, knee-high in debt due to student loans that she should never have taken, and most definitely exhausted and in need of definite sleep. An only child of a single mom who was always missing in her life due to the fact that her mom needed to work to provide food on the table, Alva was a spoiled kid, given wanted material possessions as her mother’s most common way to show affection.
That self-entitlement dwindled over the years as she grew up, slowly but surely recognizing their financial situation. Alva became humbler, the gifts and offerings dwindling as she rejected those that weren’t truly needed. Since her mother was still focusing on her work, Alva finally felt the missing warmth of family and turned to media and games as a means of feeling.
One TV episode later of a show she barely remembered the name of, she got it in her mind that she was merely an investment in the most hopeful sense of the word and a burden that her mother was stuck with at the worst. Her mind swirled in negativity, convincing her heart that tried vainly to convince her otherwise that her thoughts were in the wrong and that her mother loved her truly. Suffering in silence, she drowned in depression, her mother none-the-wiser to what was happening as they didn’t know how to communicate.
Alva’s teacher saved her, however. Noticing the failing grades, she was given a talking to, the teacher leading her towards their home and forcing mother and child to actually talk. Her mother was shocked, obviously, thinking that everything was fine in her daughter’s end since Alva was quiet on the whole affair. What followed was meetings with a counselor, slowly but surely building up Alva’s confidence and self-esteem. It had taken close to two years for her to finally realize that she was alive and will be alive and will continue to be alive. Now armed with a new sense of purpose of knowing the human mind, why it did what it did, and wanting to help just like her teacher and counselor helped, she rode a bus in hopes to attend a seminar that would shed light to the mysteries of the mind and hopefully help with her research paper that was a total of 20% of her whole course.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. |
49,498 | 1,335 | 14 | 1,766 | 865 | Sydney frowns angrily at being ignored. F*$&in' pr*$ks... Fine, I'll just get outta here...
She looks around at the others as they step outside, but doesn't follow. Instead she hoists her backpack onto her shoulders, lifts herself up and climbs out one of the broken videos and onto the top of the bus. She shades her eyes and looks around at the deserted street.
Holy f&$&... What the f#&@ happened!?
She walks to the edge of the bus and drops down to stand next to Tori.
Oi, tosser, any idea what the hell is going on?
She looks at Tori, frowning slightly in concern.
@lemons | Name: Kelli 'Sydney' King
Age:24
Picture:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140
Occupation: Bank Robber
Bio: Kelli "Sydney" King is a troublesome and belligerent youth hailing from Melbourne, capital of the Australian state of Victoria. A former member of a delinquent gang called the Dingos, Sydney has a known history of violence and anarchy, and loves to wreak havoc and beating the loving daylight out of people. At one point in her past, Sydney got her hands on the Bootleg, a smuggled assault rifle that has since become her trusty companion.
Ever the trouble-seeker she came to Washington D.C in 2016 to join an infamous gang of Bank Robbers. She intercepted them on one of their jobs and declared herself a member on the spot. Impressed by the sheer audacity of her actions they gang leader inducted her into their ranks readily, where she has quickly became one of their most active members |
49,499 | 1,335 | 15 | 1,350 | 586 | I look at the girl dryly as she drops next to me. Oh, I recognize her voice. She's the one from the bus that appears to swear just as much as I do. Impressive. She's taller than me, heavier than me, and would probably be able to literally break me over her knee. So, of course, I can't resist mouthing off. Hey, who knows. She might find it endearing. Yeah right.
"Watch your mouth. Swear too much and you'll wear it out for the rest of us."
Then I shrug, moving on the the actual question, which is spooking me a bit as well. "As for what's going on? I have no idea. Technically I wasn't even supposed to be on that bus, so I think I'll probably book out of here as soon as I can run straight." My mouth twists into a wry grin as I look at her, at the tattoos, punky haircut, scarred face, and (to the eyes of the constantly paranoid) suspicious backpack. "Something tells me you know what I'm talking about when I say that." I spare a curt nod. "Tori Eskridge."
In the distance, I spot someone walking across the street, a very occasional car swerving around them. They're walking a bit strangely; some sort of shambling limp. Maybe they hurt their leg or something. Either way, there's someone I can ask about what's going on with the city streets. This is starting to creep me out. I start walking towards them, swaying slightly as I move.
Hope it wasn't out of line that I assumed she'd have a scar or two on her face in her line of work. Also, make sure to put a bracket around your mention, I didn't see it until I checked on a lark. | N A M EVictoria Alina Eskridge
A G E17
P I C T U R E
H E I G H T , W E I G H T5' 7", 122 lbs.
O C C U P A T I O NHigh School Student
B I OVictoria—she prefers Tori—has always been rather...rambunctious might be the word. She’s never been the type to sit inside and work on embroidery or some such activity that she would refer to as “oh god it’s so boring.” She much prefers such activities as camping, hiking, backpacking; things where she could get outside, away from a lot of other people and from the trappings of civilization. See, she’s the type of person that’s totally, lethally allergic to bullshit. Tough as nails and darkly cynical with the kind of cynicism only a young person can have, she won’t hesitate to deck you if you look at her wrong.
Tori’s early life was rough. It wasn’t as though she’d had an abusive family, or anything like that. What she’d had was an exceedingly poor family, so poor they could barely afford to put food on the table. Thus, when not in school—public school, of course—she spent most of her time trying to clothe and feed herself. She became heavily self-sufficient, and though much of the time, she’d been a bit...illegal in her methods, she managed to keep herself alive and relatively healthy throughout her adolescence. Her clothes are typically grungy, and she’s got no real compunctions over eating out of dumpsters.
When the outbreak began, she’d been riding near the front of the bus, ready to bail at a moment’s notice if somebody was going to ask for fare. She’d smacked her head on the pole she’d been holding without really knowing what was going on. And that brings us to today. |
49,500 | 1,335 | 16 | 2,568 | 670 | ~Sebastian Galloway~
After a good stretch I let out a satisfying sigh,I know I should be grateful that I'm still alive, but I could really do without the stiff back.. I looked up at the two girls who exited the bus, seemingly unfazed by that fact that they were part of a serious crash. The only thing I can think of at that point was, 'damn...they're Tough.' I watched them out of the corner of my eye for a bit as I waited for the others to get out of the bus, that's when I noticed the girl, who's name was tori(?), start walking off. I had no idea what she was doing, but when I saw this I just blurted out," Hey, girl! You should just wait for an ambulance, you're clearly injured. Stay here it'll make their job eas-" I stopped mid sentence when I realized what she was walking to, no, who she was walking to.
What the hell is wrong with that guy? It not like he just recovered from damn bus crash... the man was wobbling. I've seen druggies and drunks before and this man must have been one of the two by the way he carried himself. But something was weird...something was off. My eyes shifted from this tori girl and the man down the street, that's when I realised what she might have been thinking. " Uhh... Maybe you shouldn't go over there, there's plenty of wackos in this city that aren't exactly safe to be around...." | Name: Sebastian "bass" Galloway
Age: 22
Picture:
Height: 5'6 ft / 170.6 cm
Weight: 142 lbs
Occupation: Cook/Food preparation
Bio: Ever since he was a kid Bass was a slacker. His priorities were never in the right places, even when the time called for it. In middle school Bass wasn't that bad, not a model student, but not that bad. It was when he hit highschool that his laziness and unmotivated attitude started affecting his grades. He'd rather joke around with his classmates than do homework, ditch class for the period before he even considered the consequences. It wasn't until his last semester of highschool did he realize the consequences of his actions, but by that time it was to late to fix his track record. Bass accepted the fact that he won't get into a good university or college, so instead he threw himself into the work force. Straight out of highschool Bass got a job as a cook at a family restaurant, a place where slacking was not tolerated at all. Working in a kitchen, under a chef, has been good for him. He's becoming more mature and learning discipline, he's learned some valuable skills along with the proper attitude towards hard work. |
49,501 | 1,335 | 17 | 741 | 148 | I jumped at the rather… impolite words of the woman and her abrupt entrance. I mean, what kind of person jumps down on top of a toppled bus? People who are cool, that’s what. Shut up, Alva. Great! You’re talking to yourself again. I didn’t deign to give the woman my name considering she didn’t ask for it. She’s intimidating to talk to, anyways.
I was torn with indecision, however, when Tori started moving away from the group. Those who were awake were slowly trickling out of the broken bus window and were currently grouped up just outside it. I wanted to follow but found myself only taking a single step. I stopped when I heard the man who first exited the bus speak. “Hey, girl! You should just wait for an ambulance, you're clearly injured. Stay here it'll make their job eas--" I looked towards him, curious as to why he paused in his words.
I followed his gaze and saw what he and Tori seemed to be looking at. There was someone in the distance walking in a lethargic manner. It was the most acceptable and polite way to say it, actually. Lethargic instead of weird or drunken. “I called the police earlier.” I told the man, my voice lowering into a whisper. “It said it’s busy.” My face wrinkled, uncomfortable at sharing something close to a conspiracy theory. “Isn’t it weird that no one’s come to rescue us yet?”
Again, I found myself inching slowly towards Tori, still torn on whether to commit going with the girl rather than the group. Stupid loyalty of mine. I grumbled. | Name: Alva Solway
Age: 20
Picture:
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 70 kg / 155 lbs.
Occupation: University Student
Bio:
Alva is an ordinary university student, meaning that she’s almost always out of cash, knee-high in debt due to student loans that she should never have taken, and most definitely exhausted and in need of definite sleep. An only child of a single mom who was always missing in her life due to the fact that her mom needed to work to provide food on the table, Alva was a spoiled kid, given wanted material possessions as her mother’s most common way to show affection.
That self-entitlement dwindled over the years as she grew up, slowly but surely recognizing their financial situation. Alva became humbler, the gifts and offerings dwindling as she rejected those that weren’t truly needed. Since her mother was still focusing on her work, Alva finally felt the missing warmth of family and turned to media and games as a means of feeling.
One TV episode later of a show she barely remembered the name of, she got it in her mind that she was merely an investment in the most hopeful sense of the word and a burden that her mother was stuck with at the worst. Her mind swirled in negativity, convincing her heart that tried vainly to convince her otherwise that her thoughts were in the wrong and that her mother loved her truly. Suffering in silence, she drowned in depression, her mother none-the-wiser to what was happening as they didn’t know how to communicate.
Alva’s teacher saved her, however. Noticing the failing grades, she was given a talking to, the teacher leading her towards their home and forcing mother and child to actually talk. Her mother was shocked, obviously, thinking that everything was fine in her daughter’s end since Alva was quiet on the whole affair. What followed was meetings with a counselor, slowly but surely building up Alva’s confidence and self-esteem. It had taken close to two years for her to finally realize that she was alive and will be alive and will continue to be alive. Now armed with a new sense of purpose of knowing the human mind, why it did what it did, and wanting to help just like her teacher and counselor helped, she rode a bus in hopes to attend a seminar that would shed light to the mysteries of the mind and hopefully help with her research paper that was a total of 20% of her whole course.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. |
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