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
"they are heading north, wait! oh no, he's got a hostage, three more people are leaving the building and they have almost ten hostages. They see me and oh no man they just shot two of 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
"How do they see you? I don't understand. If you got any, shoot both of the first 2 with tracker ammunition. We can't let them get away. And relocate if they leave your vision."
"Marti'is to Base, we have a hostage situation here, we have about 3 rebels with 10 hostages leaving the round building, following 2 men suspected targets. What is your course of action?"
Have Jevron go pursue the suspected targets using an alternate route as to avoid the hostages, while we follow somewhat behind.
"Rick... how well do you trust that trigger-finger? Think you could get all 3 Rebs?"
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.
Just checking. "There's nothing we can do about it now. Just keep an eye on it. Richthenhofer, you and I will storm the rebels' center building. Jello, you stay outside. Provide heavy support. Sorenson, stay with Jello and provide long range fire support. Matheson, if one of us gets injured, you come help us out. We're going in hot, before that airborne thing does whatever."
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
"I don't know, when i zoomed they looked directly at me"
then you see large cigar shaped containers in the distance and....THWUMP! the jumpers kick out of their containers and surround the rebels
"no, looks like they are ready to fire, now that they are surrounded they have nothing to lose"
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
follow the targets....
btw did we grab the downed target? if we didn't, grab him and have Tony stop any bleeding or infection, then bind em up and Bubba carry him for now.
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 are just standing there ready to fire
then one shouts "earthana! guet,ehn dies! uhn,do,tri!"
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
note the add-on 2 posts above this.
And are they blocking our path to follow the targets? and did we get the downed one?
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl "Rich" Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Sean "Swaim" Mason[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.
Lol squad nicknames are starting to catch on. **** you Sirnubz. Also; will we ever work together, like co-op? That would be cool. Anyway... "Swaim, take my radio and call in an airstrike on the enemy base...but I still don't like the looks of that air thing. Tell HQ we'll give them the word when they can come, but first I want to do something. While Swaim's calling in the angels, I want the rest of you, minus Jello and including myself, to search the area and commandeer any weapons you find, particularly of the antiaircraft variety, and bring them to Jello. Jello, keep tabs on the enemy base and keep them pressed down, but lay low. And while you're searching, try to be civil with the civilians, would you? I want our relations with them to be positive. Let's move out."
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 got him, but they are behind the building from what rick says one has a gun to a hostages head and is yelling
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
take up posiitons on the near side so they can't escape, and errbody aim for a Rebel.
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
he fires, the other two open up and kill the hostages
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl "Rich" Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Sean "Swaim" Mason[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.
Lol squad nicknames are starting to catch on. **** you Sirnubz. Also; will we ever work together, like co-op? That would be cool. Anyway... "Swaim, take my radio and call in an airstrike on the enemy base...but I still don't like the looks of that air thing. Tell HQ we'll give them the word when they can come, but first I want to do something. While Swaim's calling in the angels, I want the rest of you, minus Jello and including myself, to search the area and commandeer any weapons you find, particularly of the antiaircraft variety, and bring them to Jello. Jello, keep tabs on the enemy base and keep them pressed down, but lay low. And while you're searching, try to be civil with the civilians, would you? I want our relations with them to be positive. Let's move out."
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl "Rich" Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Sean "Swaim" Mason[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.
maybe
why you all hoomen? whats wrong with the other classes
uhm heres a foreshadowing hint, don't want an airstrike
