it is the year 2280 earth made contact with many different alien species making the desolate space of past into a habitat crawling with different species but all is not well, many different wars were caused by the Xenophobia of earth in their past before they went out themselves to find people you will command a small fireteam to begin but maybe you can advance to command a whole army
Races:
Midors: tall, red aliens with long faces and slender bodies, they are super smart but weak. they have advanced armor technology far but not melee technology which is average (an important part of these wars), their guns are up to snuff but not special (laser weapons with varying levels of power) they live to be 240
they are at war with the humans and help the Fandors
Fandors: almost a brother race to the Midors, they are hooman sized with very broad shoulders and a pig like face, their skin color varies from green, to dark grey. Their melee weapons have incredible strength, their guns are also up to snuff, but their armor can be compared to those of the human barbarian of the past they live to be 160 they are at war with the hoomen and help the Midors
Helghast: they have a completely pale white complexion and are much slimmer then hoomen this is a slave race, under the grateful control of the Humans who they shall die for. Everything about them is average. they usually live to be 40
Humans (Hoomen):the race living on the big blue marble. Their Weapons are much more advanced, but melee is non existent, and have average armor. They live to be 80/90
Malkians: mercenaries, fight for any side that pays they are foot taller than the average human, purple, with long tails their weapons are primitive and they have no melee weapons but they have the most advanced armor
Classes:the list goes with weps and armor primitive/average/advanced depending on the race
Light melee:none/dual laser sabers/plasma Khopesh (sickle sword) with small plasma wrist shield,Superlite alloy armor/S&N light combat armor/Laser charged light alloy armor,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,4 Model 34 incendiary grenade
and you can make your own class
Char sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Race: Class: Side: Human faction, or Fandor-Midor unified nation Squad: 4 (put how what class each squad member is and their names) Weapons: Armor: Misc.: you can make 5 Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Phy.Desc.: Traits: i make from your personality/or desc. Bio: Perk: i make from bio
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
you go to the other store but they look at you and with a hush start to scurry around
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
Jevron and Tony go around back, Rick find an elevated position overlooking all routes of escape.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
they go to the back and get ready rick gets in a tall buildings window, luckily these planets inhabitants believe in all glass roofs
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
Run after him, and radio to Jevron he might be going out back
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
you chase him, but he runs out hte back causing the alarm to go off (a blaring whine that stuns you guys) and Slick says they pushed the two out of the way yelling "NAR! NAR!"
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
Run out the back, pull my guys up, and tell Rick to get a clear shot for their legs if there is one available.... keep running after them.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
you down one, but the other runs into a large round building and 10 other rebels run out of the buildings holding weapons shooting
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
"Rick, see if you can see a visual on the target, and take out these rebel scum!" I radio.
everyone take cover and deal with the rebels.... and make sure especially that none of them drag our downed target away.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
you radio him "Roger"...a crack of a rifle and a rebel falls
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
"Drop your boys on the far side of the building, we can't let the target escape." I add in.
"Rick... any movement along the sides of the building or inside?" Pop up and shoot, then throw a nade. "Bubba, suppressive fire." 'ave Jev run up and grab the target, then haul @ ss back while we cover.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew Sorenson[Sniper], Sean Matheson[Medic(made my own class)]. Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Claymores[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,small painkiller syringe,field bandages, 2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'2, Ivy League Haircut, Dark Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Tan, Muscular. Traits: intelligence is the key: you can hack enemy terminals for info or planning Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military. Perk: double draftee: your previous experience makes you more knowledgeable in enemy tactics.
"Any of you got something that can attack air units?"
Also; changed the name of one of my guys. For the lols.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
you pop up and shoot to see the number doubled
bubba keeps firing digging through ammo
"uhhh....WAIT! someone;s leaving...no two"
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew Sorenson[Sniper], Sean Matheson[Medic(made my own class)]. Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Claymores[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,small painkiller syringe,field bandages, 2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'2, Ivy League Haircut, Dark Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Tan, Muscular. Traits: intelligence is the key: you can hack enemy terminals for info or planning Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military. Perk: double draftee: your previous experience makes you more knowledgeable in enemy tactics.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick, Sniper; "Fats" Tony, Combat Medic; "Teeny" Jevron, Light Melee) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade, Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
"you have tracker ammunition? and what direction they going in?"
"Squad, we're moving!" Take out as many rebels as possible in a fury of full-auto plasmic ownage before going in said direction.
