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Character Thread for Forum Roleplays
By: Thorgrimm Date: February 9, 2015, 9:14 pm
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This thread is for character sheets for the RP's. When you post
indicate what Rp you wish to join.
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Re: Character Thread for Forum Roleplays
By: Thorgrimm Date: February 9, 2015, 9:23 pm
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Name; Gunnery Sergeant Kevin DeShane
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: December 3rd, 2035
Age: 42
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 220 lbs
Features: Caucasian, tanned skin, Steel Gray hair in a high and
tight style cut, Blue eyes. He has a scar running from his left
eye to the corner of his mouth.
Birthplace: Upland Ca.
Religion: Southern Baptist
Discrimination's: None
Mental Disorders: None
Clothing:
Combat boots,
Desert digital camouflage utilities,
Experimental Combat armor.
HTML http://www.stgfc.com/pnp/combatarmorII.jpg
Gear:
1 Desert camo wide-brim 'boonie' hat
1 Pair photo-sensitive sunglasses/goggles
6 Pairs wool socks
1 6oz. can of sunburn cream
1 6oz. can of sunblock
1 2oz. bottle of weapons lubricant for desert terrain
1 6oz. bottle of insect repellent
1 water filtration unit
2 bottles of iodine water purifying tablets 50 per bottle
1 'solar still' water condensing kit
3 1 liter canteens
1 entrenching tool US military issue
1 signal mirror stainless steel
1 sweater, tan
1 field jacket, tan desert camo pattern
1 10oz. bottle rubbing alcohol
1 bandana, tan, desert camo pattern
1 5 gal collapsible water container
Weapons:
M-82 Barret .50 cal sniper rifle, 43 rounds of ammo for the
Barret,
HTML http://www.stgfc.com/pnp/Barret_Suppressed.jpg
.50 cal Desert Eagle auto magnum, 65 rounds for the Desert
Eagle,
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Thompson smg w 300 rounds for the weapon.
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Ka-Bar combat knife in sheath on left hip,
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PPK12 Gauss Pistol, W 100 rounds for the weapon
HTML http://www.stgfc.com/pnp/Gauss_Pistol.gif
M72 Gauss Rifle, W 150 rounds for the weapon
HTML http://www.stgfc.com/pnp/Gauss_Rifle.gif
History:
Gunnery Sergeant DeShane opened his eyes slowly and tried to sit
up, but every nerve in his body began to scream in pain. Like
someone had set his body on fire and applied electricity at the
same time.
“God Damn!” Gunny moaned in agony.
"Son of a ****! How long have I been here?
As soon as the pain quieted down to a dull roar he looked over
his surroundings, what he saw gave him a sudden feeling of
dread. It was dark and musty, the smell of dust thick in the
air. Cobwebs hung in all corners and on all the equipment. As
his sight adjusted to the very dim light he noticed the
skeletons of the medical staff.
What the hell happened? He thought to himself.
He slowly got out of the experimental stasis capsule, his
medisuit dissolved to dust when he finally was able to get
completely out of the capsule. As his feet hit the floor large
puffs of dust wafted up causing him to sneeze multiple times.
This dust caused him to look down at the floor and he noticed
the one-inch of dust coating everything in the room and on the
floor.
Whatever happened had happened a hell of a long time ago.
Gunny began to go through his normal waking calisthenics to
slowly work the kinks out of his muscles. While he was
stretching out his leg muscles he noticed a blinking red light
on the computer console to his left. He went over to the console
and noticed the printout, which for the most part was nothing
but paper dust. In the last two days it began to print out items
as they failed and eventually cascaded into critical power
failure.
The last entry grabbed his attention, and he felt like somebody
had just kicked him in the balls and tried to pull them off.
"Critical power failure imminent; beginning sleeper reawakening
procedures." Then the kicker for the Gunnery Sergeant;
"Procedure completed at 1545 hrs, 09 Feb, 2243.
Oh My God!
Exclaimed Gunny, all he could think about was his wife and
6-year-old son as he fell to his knees with the sheet of of
paper in his hands and began to cry.
After what seemed like an eternity the sobs began to fade, and
the titanium, which encased his soul began to reassert control.
He wiped his eyes, and said his farewell to his lost family.
Gunny then began to rummage through the cabinets and drawers of
the room he was in. In a cabinet marked radiation sickness
treatment he came across an IV bag of Rad-B-Gone, a handy tool
for washing out radiation, but at the same time it can be mildly
addicting.
He continued his search for items and came across 2 hotshots in
a cabinet marked healing. The small syringes were filled with
healing chemicals that ease pain and encourage cellular mitosis,
helping cells restore themselves at an increased rate.
“These will come in handy,” he thought to himself with a slight
sense of irony. As he knew that these items were no big deal
only ‘4’ days ago. Now though, they must be prized beyond
imagining.
He then began to see if he could get anything out of the
computer besides gibberish, as the power levels were so low that
even the emergency lighting had not kicked in.
The only thing he could get out of it was where his personal
equipment was stored, and one item of interest. It was a war
warning that the Chinese might go nuclear now that they were
driven out of Alaska, and the US forces were in the process of
preparing to take the war to China. “Well I guess the warning
came too late to save these people here”.
Immediately the flashback hit him: the running, seeing Mayo fall
and running back for him. He picked him up, the flashes of the
explosions, the sound of the shrapnel hissing by his ears, then
the sudden intense pain almost too much to bear as his left eye
went dark. He did not remember anything after that. He began to
shiver.
The Gunny proceeded to the storage area where his gear was being
stored, and took stock of what was left.
“****, it looks like I am going to have to completely take
‘momma’,” his M-82 Barrett sniper rifle, “apart and clean her
good”.
After completing the task of making sure ‘momma’ was in working
order he checked on his other gear. The deuce gear was beyond
repair as the webbing had dissolved, and the only thing left was
the metal frame. His K-Bar, as was expected, still razor sharp
and untarnished. His .50 cal Desert Eagle was in need of a
cleaning, but that was expected after how much time had passed.
What was the most disappointing was that out of 100 rounds for
momma only 43 passed muster.
“Hell I am going to have to find either more ammo or another
weapon besides my sidearm”. Then he checked the ammo for his
Desert Eagle, and found that 65 out of a hundred passed muster.
Of course his combat armor was in pristine order on the outside.
Gunny began a diagnostics check of the armor’s capabilities. As
this was an experimental set of combat armor Gunny needed to
keep on top of its maintenance.
He put on the helmet first, and checked the power supply in the
helmet. When he switched on the helmet’s power readouts he found
that it had 75% power available, which meant that one of the
small energy cells had gone bad.
He then proceeded to check one by one the sensor suites built
into the helmet. Which consisted of Thermal, which is used for
locating and locking onto heat sources. Infrared also for heat
sources but more susceptible to environmental influences such as
snow and rain. Ultraviolet which is an outstanding alternate way
to see in the dark if there is not enough ambient light for
light enhancement. Light enhancement which enhances the ambient
background light, also called night vision gear. Motion, which
measures micro changes in air pressure as items move through the
air. Last but not least built in radar.
The only thing he could not be sure of was the comm system. The
diagnostics stated that it was ok, and he was receiving a
carrier wave, but no communication was being received.
He put on the rest of the armor, the first thing he checked was
to make sure the fusion battery pack was still attached to the
back of the armor. He carefully activated the power system, as
he did not want to possibly overload the old circuits and cause
a short he could not fix. He had 100% power availability and was
relieved that no short occurred, as it had been quite a long
time between maintenance cycles.
He then powered the armor’s built in lighting system, he
activated it at different wavelengths and intensities, as if it
did not work some of his vision gear would be useless.
Fortunately for him it worked just fine.
He then proceeded to activate the armor’s stealth system. It was
this experimental system that had to be watched. It had both
Chameleon, which meant that it would change colors to blend into
the background and light bending capabilities. This last ability
was what had the most problems, as it actually creates a slight
bubble around the suit, which literally bends light around it so
the wearer seems to just fade out and become ghostlike. This
rendered the wearer practically invisible in low or no light.
In other lighting intensities it made it hard for electronic
detectors to get a lock and most people confuse the wearer for a
ghost. This armor had saved his life on more occasions than he
had a right to expect. You could even still see the Marine Corps
insignia on the left hand breast, The Eagle, Globe, and Anchor.
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Re: Character Thread for Forum Roleplays
By: Haegan2005 Date: February 9, 2015, 9:47 pm
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Name; Haegan (Gregory Mendae Holt) year 2347
When he reached journeyman status he was allowed to pick a new
name. This came from a vision quest.
Race; Human
Sex; Male
Date of Birth; December 5th, 2304
Age; 43
Height; 5' 10"
Weight; 190 lbs
Features; Caucasian, tanned skin, Red hair liberally streaked
with grey, Mustache, Blue eyes. His arms looked like someone
used him for a cutting post.
Clothing;
Hiking boots,
Dark or light brown leathers,
prefers an old beat up leather duster overcoat.
Gear:
1 Aussie style ranger hat.
1 Pair photo-sensitive sunglasses/goggles (non reflective)
3 Pairs wool socks
1 small 1st aid kit
1 4oz. bottle of gun oil
3 cigarette lighters
1 water filtration unit
2 bottles of iodine water purifying tablets 50 per bottle
1 'solar still' water condensing kit
3 1 liter canteens
1 rough map of prewar America covered in odd letters and
numbers(rumors and notes on his travels.)
2 Handcuffs with keys
generic lock picks
Flint and iron(fire, arghhh!)
2 white handkerchiefs
1 aluminum framed hiking backpack.
1 field jacket, tan desert camo pattern
1 10oz. bottle rubbing alcohol
1 bandana, tan, desert camo pattern
1 Websters Thesaurus
1 Websters Dictionary
1 Holy Bible, published 2345
1 small carved wooden cross hanging off of a steel necklace
1 pack of 8 piece white chalk.
6 beeswax candles in individual ziplocks to seal in scent
1 small bag filled with crystals and semiprecious stones of all
descriptions and sizes.
.50 caliber Desert Eagle auto magnum, 65 rounds for the Desert
Eagle,
Machete in sheath on left hip,
sling with 50 lead “bullets”
History:
Birthplace: Los Angeles Ca. AKA “the Bone Yard”
Religion: Unified Old Christian
Discrimination: None
Mental Disorders: Thinks he sees ghosts that won’t shut up.
Haegan was born into a smallish group of ‘magic users’ just
outside of Los Angeles. His entire raising was centered on
various kinds of magic ranging from the Wiccan ways to Hermetic
methods that an Uncle used. His highly empathic senses made it
difficult to harm another so he was largely left out of the
warrior mage training, but he did get what he could handle until
his uncle showed him how to ‘cloud’ his empathic ability. He was
not amongst the most rounded of fighters as his weak eyes made
him nearsighted. If you were more than 30 feet away you were
getting blurry. His Empathic abilities allowed him to feel
around him and hit targets almost unerringly further out to 100
feet or so once he had mastered it. He learned to use rocks as
focuses for spells in addition to Runics from his Hermetic side.
When he turned eighteen, his restlessness caused him to enlist
in the RNC(Republic of Northern California) as an infantry man.
He graduated to the scouts where his empathy and Astral travel
allowed him to look over areas easily and report back enemy
locations accurately. His psi allowed him to pass the paramedic
courses easily as it allowed him to diagnose the problem almost
instantly and even allowed him to eliminate shock and reduce or
eliminate swelling completely. He later learned how to reduce or
even get rid of the pain the patient felt. His platoon leader
had tried to get him into other specialties as he seemed to have
a mechanical bent as well, but he really wasn’t interested.
Throughout his time in the military he continued to practice his
martial arts and learn techniques from others, eventually
forming a workable form that made use of his abilities. While he
can use a staff and other martial arts weapons, his preference
is for unarmed combat. A side effect of his training has been a
boost in his ability to focus his psi abilities(aka magic
casting). Haegan left after eight years and went into bounty
hunting because he felt it wouldn’t be as boring as he felt
military life was becoming. He made out well as his abilities
allowed him to work well with groups and singly and he learned a
lot of skills useful to finding and capturing people.
Several years of doing this had thinned out the challenge and he
felt that he was ready for something else. So he started to
wander the wastes. He refined his magic and many other skills
even more as he met the challenges of the wastes. It was during
this time that the spirits took notice of him and began to ask
him to let them go free of the places that they were tied to. It
is to the point now that many spirits know him by name now and
rarely can he leave a place without blessing it. This is
frustrating to him and a boon. Often the spirits will offer him
knowledge for the severing of their chains. Though this
knowledge may not be useful in the grand scheme of things,
better brownies can make a difference on the stomach or the
wooing of a woman! He wandered the wastes for 8 long years
before turning up in Barter’s Rest. While those who he helped
knew him, most never saw him pass by, unless they were parasites
of the wastes. Those he tried to thin out as best he could.
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