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[size=6]Sheki[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Grey
Pelt: Grey
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Traits: Sheki is a quiet he-wolf who can lose his temper very easily, other than that, he's quiet most the time, keeping to himself as he doesn't like to stir up trouble, he tries to avoid it. He is also a very caring and protective wolf, helping out pack-mates, all the way down to strangers.
History: Sheki was born an out-cast, yet he is certain he won't die one, but that's all up to his actions. He has encountered many packs through-out his life, some attempting to murder him, others helping him out, each at different "levels"
From there, his story continues depending on the Role-plays he pops up in.
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In the year 2525, humanity was finally at peace. They were colonising star systems out of their own. Everything seemed fine, until a large group of aliens bound together known as the Covenant, decided that humanity was a plague, and set out to wipe out all of humanity. Now, the year is 2553, and the Covenant is at war with Humanity. Slowly, human colonies were being wiped out, fleets along with them. Many humans who thought that the UNSC couldn't protect them went rogue, only to call themselves the URF (United Rebel Front), who fought against the UNCS and the Covenant.
Many great battles had past, the greatest of which included the Battle for Reach, which ended with a Covenant victory. One single ship escaped Reach thanks to Noble squad, a group of Spartans. It was thought all the Spartans on Reach died that day, all but one did anyway, he was known as Spartan 117, or, Master Chief.
Now, Humanity fights back, putting a second Spartan project into play. With Spartan 117 missing, it is up to the mortal men and women of the UNSC to push the Covenant back, but only one question remains, will you help the UNSC, or fight against them?
!To sign up, you can either message me your filled in form or just put it as a reply in this thread!
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My form would look somethin' like this.
[Name - Austin ]
[Race - Human ]
[BirthPlace (Planet) - Arcadia ]
[Gender - Male ]
[Age - 27 ]
[Affiliation - UNSC ]
[Rank/Job - Sergeant - ODST ]
[Civilian? - No ]
[Looks - Brown hear, hazel eyes. 72 Inches tall.]
[History/Description - Austin is a rather quiet and shy guy. Although he is an ODST, this makes no difference what so ever, because if there's one thing he knows, it's that the Covenant takes no mercy. Austin was born on the planet Arcadia, after it was re-taken, he was there until the age of 17, which was when he was enlisted into the United Nations Space Command. He went through advanced ODST training until the age of 21, and after he passed, he started as a Corporal, and after many years, got to sergeant. He has two siblings (Message me if you want to be one of em' :P) and attempts to stay in touch with them, so they aren't worried.]
Extra note - Not one character is immortal....
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I love joining in late. x3
-Name: Jordan Lucking
-Age: 24
-Gender: Male
-Appearance:
With Helmet.
Without Helmet.
-Race: Human
-Rank: Corporal, Engineer
-Occupation: Alliance Navy, Ex Cerberus operative, Been in service for 2 years, trained in engineering for 4 years.
-Traits: Quiet, Peaceful, cautious. Cares for all his friends. Hates dark places.
-Background: Jordan was born on the Citadel, spending most his life there as a result, his mother died shortly after he was born, thus, any mention of his mother can result in him bursting into an outbreak. He would generally end up on the SSV Phoenix like most other soldiers, just placed their by Command.
-Other: Spends most the time attending to his weapons, making sure they're functioning correctly. Spends the rest of his time in the mess hall.
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(Good ol' Vega, love ME Paragon Lost because James Vega's in it.)
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(Many thanks, won't find many Role-plays I'm interested in. Now, where to start...)
Jordan sat in the mess hall, his M8 Avenger sitting on one of the tables, "Argh, stupid trigger is jammed... Maybe less time in the firing range would help", he mumbled as he began to take the trigger compartment apart. He suddenly stopped what he was doing, "What's with all th-", he shut his mouth, staring at the med-bay, then back to his weapon, he shrugged as he stood up, moving towards the viewing station to get some quiet.
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Jordan stopped in his tracks, "What?", he called out with a confused face. He shrugged and continued walking, "I have no clue what's going on, and generally, it's none of my business..." Jordan mumbled, opening the door to the viewing post.
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Jordan placed his M8 Avenger on a table, realising that he left the trigger compartment in the mess hall. He ran out into the mess hall, then back to the observation post, jamming the compartment back into the Avenger, "Well, I may have just screwed the insides up....", He mumbled, accidentally firing a shot into the door, "Well, at least it works..."
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"Erm... No...." He mumbled, placing his M8 on his back, "Now why don't you just sit down and carry on drinking....", Jordan mumbled, his eyes focusing on the Holo-screen, "Say, what's going on in the med-bay?", he asked curiously.
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"Meh, I don't really care that much anyway...", Jordan mumbled, his eyes still fixed on the Holo-screen.
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"Latest news...", Jordan mumbled, "And if you bring up the fact that I was a Cer-", he shut his mouth and stopped talking all together.
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Jordan let out a sigh, "I wonder what all the bloody commotion is about...", After saying that, he stood up and went to the crew cabin only to end up leaping onto his bunk to gain some rest.
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After some point of sleeping, Jordan came close to rolling off his bunk, "Bloody hell!" He shouted, looking down at the floor, "Argh, I may as well hop up now....", he mumbled, leaping off his bunk and chucking on his armour + helmet, running down to engineering, looking for something to do.
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Jordan placed his Avenger on a crate next to him, "Hm, these weapons ain't too bad..." He said, his fingers tapping away at the weapon's console, "Hm, all systems are working fine... Maybe a tweak or two..." He mumbled, running up to the side of the main battery and pulling a latch open.
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Quick Description
Name - Rhiet
Race - Imperial
Age - 32
Gender - Male
Faction - Imperial Army
Job + Rank - Field Officer - Legate
Stationed in - Solitude, Skyrim.
Rhiet ran around the Imperial Command center in Solitude, "Any info on the recent StormCloak assault?" he shouted, still running around like a headless chicken. (Mind went blank, need more to go off.)
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Jordan slammed the latch shut and then placing his Avenger onto his back again. As soon as he had done that, he run up to the mess hall, sitting there, attempting to gain a signal so he can watch the damned news.
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"Batarians, again... Bloody hell..." He mumbled, switching the channel to something funnier, in a sense anyway.
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"Just what we need! They're right on our bloody doorstep!" Rhiet shouted out, gathering his troops for a frontal assault, "You gonna take the rear!?" He called out, grabbing his equipment.
