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I know that I had expressed interest in this one, but upon further reflection I have decided that I just don't have the time for another RP. Hope all goes well HOGGLORD.
 

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Is there still an ODST slot avaiable? I Found someone who would like the Devestator slot.

Character sheet imminent.
 

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My thanks to Sangus Bane for writing most of my my sheet!!!

Name: Claire 'Hawk' Hawex/Collins

Rank: Private

Age: 24

Gender: female

Role: Demolitions

Appearance:
5'5 tall with short hazel hair and dark blue eyes. She is regularly described as beautiful and angelic. She has a tattoo in her neck, depicting a hawk, her old callsign, and now nickname.
Her armor is new and she has worn it only in training, thus it is still as it was when it was shipped to her.

The only thing she did to it was paint two tears on her back of her left hand, to remind her of her past.

Personality:
Scarred by her childhood, Claire feels a hatred for the UNSC. Yet she thinks that the UNSC is the strongest means to her end: the protection of innocents and defenceless.
This is also the reason why she wields heavy weaponry; she doesn't trust others with it, simply because she fears others might cause to much collateral damage.
She also doesn't want enemy tanks or planes to cause collateral damage, thus they must be destroyed.

Using a false identity, she often acts odd, trying to stay in character. She no longer pretends to be the identity she stole but can't reveal who she truly is.

Background:
Claire joined a seperatist militia when she was 14 years old, after a UNSC airstrike destroyed a weapons factory, killing both her parents who worked at the factory.
Over the years she learned to fight, preferring heavy weapons to utterly destroy UNSC material, so it can do no more harm to people who don't deserve it.

At the age of 19 she piloted her first jet, often taking to the skies to hunt UNSC air forces or caravans of pelican dropships, but never partaking in bombing runs out of principle.
When the Covenant utterly destroyed her home world, Ilirium, she came to the conclusion that the only path to survival was the UNSC.

She killed a marine by the name of Claire Collins, after learning everything about her.
She assumed her identity and joined the ODST ranks to leave the squad of marines that would be able to recognise her.

Having just completed her ODST basic training, she was placed in Phoenix squad to make up for its recent losses. Again she takes up heavy weaponry to cause as much damage possible.

Gear: Spartan Laser, SMG, frags, demolition charges.
 

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You're welcome! :)
 

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Yeah me and Angel Encarmine are planning on doing them together but I've been kind of occupied recently
 

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hey hogg is it all right if i have a custom magnum pistol fitted with a silencer?
 

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if there is still space could I perhaps join as a recon?
 

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I was bored so I thought I'd post the squad as it is now.

1. 1st Sgt. Samuel Fawkes
2. Cpl. John 'Scorpion' Lancaster
3. Cpl. Tristan 'Mad Dog' Payne
4. Cpl. logan Alexander
5. L. Cpl. Martin Baker
6. Pvt. Claire 'Hawk' Collins
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-Sangus Bane (on P-o Deamonette's Ipad)
 

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Indeed that is true

For here it is :yahoo:

Name: SPARTAN-019 Anthony

Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Around average height for a Spartan III, making him taller than the average man though not by much. His hair is close cropped and jet black and his eyes almost as dark. Those eyes show a shattered soul that has been numbed by so much grief and pain. His frame is wiry and slim though it broadens at his shoulders. Unscarred pale skin and a clean shaven chin keep Anthony looking young. His eyes show the sad truth. The mind within has been aged prematurely by the war. However even though his face is unscarred his chest bares several plasma burns. When armoured he carries his sniper rifle on his back and a DMR strapped over it. A dagger is sheathed in a scabbard on his chest. Every single one of his 14.5 × 114mm Armour Piercing, Fin Stabilized, Discarding Sabot rounds has a single name carved into it. One for each of the dead 298 members of Alpha Company. He has made so many kills with the rifle that each name has been utilized 3, 4 or maybe even 5 times

Personality: What much can be said for a man who’s soul has been shattered. Quiet, withdrawn, almost shy. And utterly ruthless. Anthony believes the most important thing is the mission. The end justifies the means. That is his code and he has stuck to it. He cares not for injuring civilians. Indeed he once put a bullet through someone’s stomach to hit the man holding them hostage. They lived but it was such a callous act of brutality that none who witnessed it walked away unscathed, even if the change was almost imperceptible.

Background: Parents died in Harvest. They were on their way to the station, aiming to get off planet via the Tiara when their car was hit by plasma fire just outside Gladsheim. I survived by the merest shred of luck. The plasma blast that had killed my parents had struck while I was in another vehicle with my sister where she was being tended by a doctor, a long plasma burn across her stomach. They died and she died a couple of days later. I lost track. I was a kid.

They brought me to Onyx, showed me Kurt. He stood above us, tall and proud in his gleaming MJOLNIR armour. I still remember that jump. Mendez the crazy son of a bitch might as well have thrown us out the pelicans. The fall would have been calmer.

It was there that I met Felix. Gods curse his do-gooders soul. But hell, the idealist’s the only person still alive who can put a smile on my face. We were both kids back then. Hell, maybe I was like him back then, so many years ago. Curiously, I probably remember less about my childhood than most people twice my age. But then maybe they had a childhood to remember. Mine was nothing but training. Hours after goddamn hours of relentless training. If I hadn’t been so scared I would have rammed a knife into Mendez’s heart. Now, I’m glad I didn’t.

They turned me into an experiment, pumped me full of drugs and finally made me a killing machine.

Missions flew past. Me and Felix grew closer. Then came Operation : PROMETHEUS. Those bastards at ONI didn’t give a shit about what happened to us. For all their talk of a nuke being too risky they still sent all 300 of us to our deaths. Maybe that was when I changed.

The entire company almost wiped out. Myself and Felix only survived through luck. We hijacked a covenant vessel and made our way back to UNSC controlled space. ONI made us fucking lab rats. Confined into cells and trained to operate without our fireteam, without our adopted family. Just working together. Then, just as we were being given permission to return to Onyx to see how the Spartan IIIs had been getting on without the 2 of us the goddamned covenant destroyed the planet.

So ONI put me and Felix into action. He was the close quarters specialist, the building clearer. I was the true head hunter. I actually got nicknamed that when a perfectly placed round sliced clean through an elite’s neck, followed by a second equally placed. Together the 2 rounds sliced his head off and I wore it strapped to my hip for the rest of the deployment. It was horribly impractical, making it difficult to set up a proper aiming position in certain conditions.

But still, it scared the hell out of the marines who saw it. This figure clad in armour that had until moments before kept him virtually invisible and when he appeared there was the severed head of an elite general strapped to one hip.

Not the best way to keep the men calm.

Still, my well placed shots saved more than a few of their lives. Me and Felix, though we caused fear and awe wherever we went were a symbol of human defiance. When I went to the ONI officer to inform him of a completed assignment I heard an ODST telling his buddies about a group of grunts that had been patrolling an area. With great sweeps of his arm and an awful lot of boasting he stated that he had moved close enough to overhear them. One was talking about a demon that had been killing elites, seen for a split second and then gone, vanishing as if into thin air. He wondered if it was an ODST sniper. I just smiled and moved on.

Now, after many successful missions me and Felix are on the hunt once again...

Weapons:
SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle
BR55 Battle Rifle
M6S Personal Defense Weapon System
Combat Knife

Position: Spartan III Headhunter commando
 

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Discussion Starter #34 (Edited)
No issues with the fluff, Wonderful character there. Just thought I'd mention, if Angel Encarmine is going to be CQC expert, that, as a spartan, you can dual wield sidearms instead of having a 'rifle' type weapon. So instead of a shotgun/Assault rifle and a magnum/SMG, you could have 2 SMGs or 2 Magnums. I'm only mentioning it because I think I forgot to in the main sheet.

Edit: Techpr1est, once you've added the edits, I'll put you up on the main list of characters.
 

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Oh, here comes DMR :spiteful:
 

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here is the other spartan

Name: Spartan-046 Felix

Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Although slightly shorter than the average spartan, Felix is stockier than most, appearing as a short fireplug of a man. Skin pale and white from being covered in power armor most of his life, he keeps his black hair shaved close to his skull. When his helmet is off, Felix is usually seen with a slight grin on his face, although only twenty he is starting to gain " smile wrinkles". If he were to remove his torso armor, one would see heavy plasma scarring over his left arm, a scar from operation PROMETHIUS. Not being a big fan of the newer UNSC weapons, Felix carries an older full auto MA5B strapped to his back, along with a suppressed SMG for close work holstered at his side, and a straight blade sheathed on his other leg.

Personality: Kind, good hearted, lovable, those are just some of the words one can use to describe Spartan-046. Quick to smile, he enjoys socializing with other members of the UNSC more his fellow spartans do. More of an idealist, he sees the bright side of things even when missions go belly up. When he comes into contact with the enemy, much of this attitude disappears, and he becomes a whirlwind of vengeful violence, uncaring and ruthlessly efficient.

Background: Watching harvest burn is something I will remember until the day I die, although being what I am that will prolly be sooner than later... I remember the rolling fields, the giant JOTUN harvesters. When the covenant attacked, my family and I were having a picnic. I watched them tear my entire family to pieces, hiding under what was left of my father until the militia showed up and mowed those bastards down.

Next thing I remember, I was on a planetary lifter, watching as the covenant ships burned my home. Everything I knew burned that day, everything. All that happened between then and Onyx is a blur, but I remember the day we all met Kurt. Standing in his armor, we thought he was a sort of demi god, sent to help us kill all those alien bastards. I was ecstatic, ready to get some good old revenge until mendez threw me out of a fucking pelican.

Training was rough, some of the hardest the UNSC has to offer, and if it wasn't for that sonofabitch Anthony, i wouldn't have made it. We made friends pretty quick as kids, and been working together ever since, even though his crazy ass worries me sometimes * subject chuckles*. After all the drugs and they literally changed our bodies, we began giving back to the covenant. Hard. Anthony and I worked up a body count that shamed entire ODST companies, until we got the word for a new mission, operation PROMETHIUS.

The plan was to drop 300 of us down onto some shithole of a covenant operation to take it out, nukes being too risky. Damn near every single one of my brothers and sisters died down there, Anthony and I escaped by the skin of our teeth, taking out the sloppy covenant sentries and jacking a ship back home.

Did ONI give a shit that we lost our entire company? Hell no. They just turned me and Anthony into some kind of new fireteam experiment, making us work only with each other and sending us on missions deemed too "hazardous" for full scale ops. Bastards. Oh and it gets better, right before we were going to be sent home to Onyx, the fucking covenant shows up and blows it up. Just like that, we lost another home, another family.

After Onyx was destroyed, ONI really got their claws into us, sending us on op after op. I was trained in close quarters combat and Tony was the sniper, I'd get in their face and he'd take it off at 1000 yards. I remember when he blew an elites head clean off, then carried the damned thing the rest of the mission, scaring the shit out of the ODSTs that we were working with and being nicknamed " headhunter ". the crazy bastard * subject laughs*

So there we were, mission after mission, becoming brothers in arms as we tore through ranks of covenant. No rest, no peace, just a life spent avenging dead comrades and family. It all blends together after awhile, the blood and death. I forget how many elites i've dismembered with my knife, just as i'm sure Tony forgets how many hes shot in the face. But here we are, riding on a prowler on our way to another mission.

On the hunt again...

Weapons:

1x MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System
1x M7S Caseless Submachine Gun (suppressed)
1x M168 Demolition Charge (for breaching)
3x M9 HE-DP grenade
 

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Thats all good guys. I'm putting up the vehicles that will be in use during the RP (not just by the ODSTs, but by all the UNSC forces present) on the main sheet, they will all be up hopefully sometime tomorrow.

One thing Angel Encarmine, the spartan's number is 3 digits at all times. You need ant extra digit for the thing to work.
 

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name: logan Alexander

rank: odst/corporal

gender: male

age:29

apperance: 5 foot 5'', 85 kg. he has high cheek bones, brown eyes, shaved jaw and has a buzz cut. he is an average build too.
personality: he is a quite person, who doesnt speak much unless he is in a comfortable environment or with a person he knows/trusts. he is ashamed of coming from a wealthy family from the moon(luna i think it is called) city thing.

background: his parents always critisised the unsc and the covenant war conspiracy, he always believed the covenant was real though and joined the unsc as a marine. his parents were angry with him for doing so and tried to make him leave, but that just angered him even more aand decided to go further into the army by joining the ODST. he passed training and testing after several attempts.
He also learned to scout and study the environment during his training.Logan was shipped away to the front lines a week later.

Logan exceled in the forest of Omegon IV with a sniper rifle during the covanent assault. He was promoted for the valient defence of the southern ridge of the UNSC infantry base, taking out several key covenant leaders which lead to grunt mutiny against the lower class elite leaders after the battle.

after the battle for omegon IV all that was left of the squad was the seargeant and himself, he was than sent to become apart of the squad led by fawkes

role: recon

wargear: battle rifle, magnum with silencer frags and combat blade
 
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