From Rifles And Roses (OOC/DEAD /MOVED TO NEW THREAD)

[Atlannia]

If cute meant horrifying, then yes. It would be adorable.

Nope, its not kowai, its kawaii. And if you disagree, I'll sick my magical girl on ya.

He'll do it man, he's crazy!

[Rob Halfordia]

If cute meant horrifying, then yes. It would be adorable.

Nope, its not kowai, its kawaii. And if you disagree, I'll sick my magical girl on ya.

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

[Ulvenes]

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

Just cause you don't get it doesn't mean you should discourage other people for liking it.

[Rob Halfordia]

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

Just cause you don't get it doesn't mean you should discourage other people for liking it.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

I warned you.

[Rob Halfordia]

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

I warned you.

I'm not clicking on that link.

[The Flame Dawn]

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

I warned you.

The Flame Dawn has been killed by Isle of Lithonia.

I will counter attack! With this!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obVDHtPzXXU

[The Burning Sun]

Guys...it's in the chat thread. You people are thinking of something entirely different.

[Sonitusia]

Is this where it goes?

Appeal for Eureka S.T.A.G. Cadet Status

Required Information

Name: Fauna Pool

Sex: Female

Race: Original
Age and Origin: 17, May 2008, London, England.

Picture Appearance:

http://i.imgur.com/FAcJFtG.jpg?1

Character Class Specialities: Armor: Battle Scout

• Born To Kill
  
• Field Mechanic

Height, Weight, Body Type: 167 cm, 55 kg. She's rather tall for a British female, and her bust is average sized. She doesn't really care too much, and prefers to boast about her height more than her chest if necessary.

Equipment:

• British Army no. 2 dress, but replaces the pants with a pencil skirt and doesn't wear the peaked cap (normal attire)
• A short sleeved shirt and tie, still uses a pencil skirt. (casual)
• A sketch book and drawing utensils.
• A case with a Schmidt & Bender PM II telescopic sight inside.

For Combat:

• L90A1 SMG
• Sack full of M18 claymore mines

Character Story: WIP

RP Example: From Shadowhammer International, when she's finally a tank commander:

"Affirmative," replied Fauna, and she yelled into the turret, "Sar, accelerate faster, we're doing a light recon run! Stay within 200 and 1000 meters of the town! Keep the speed at the max once we're closer than 1-kilo, and circle it!" Sarah pushed the gas in response, bringing the FV101's inherent speed to its full potential. Fauna looked through her telescopic sight once more, the vision clearing the closer they got to the town. Eventually, even her own eyes were enough, and she put the sight back into her pocket. She reported into the radio set. "No signs of enemy soldiers, but I see possible emplacements, dugouts, sandbags and the like..." Sarah stopped at the top of a hill, so Fauna could scan the town from a vantage point. Bad place to be at the moment, but I need some movement...

"Bloody hell, get the fuck back, Sarah! Albert, pop a smoke round and prep the HE!" The FV101 rolled back quickly, and a smoke canister was shot several meters in front of it, creating a large plume of smoke, blocking the vehicle from view. Albert grunted as he got another round and loaded it manually. Fauna reported into her radio, "commotion in town! Several old antique vehicles- Sarah, what are they again?!" "T-34-85's, ma'am!" She yelled over while using the controls to back down the hill and get into a safer position. "Several tan T-34-85's have exited the town. Last distance about 300 meters off mine!" Sarah found a good hull down position, and Albert quickly sighted a machine gun team, loading what appeared to be a .50 caliber Browning. "Fire!" The 76mm round shot off with a thud, exploding several meters in front of the team. "Albert, you're a bloody sniper, fix your aim, dammit!" The FV101 moved again, not risking taking a shot from the T-34's.

Additional Fun Stuff: Not Required

Personality: She is very conscientious, which mixes with a will to protect and the ability to become serious when the time and place calls. This also comes with a love for explosions, which has given her a past time hobby to create explosives of multiple sizes and functions.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: WIP
Sex Orientation: Bisexual

Theme Song: WIP
Have You Read, Understand, and Agree with the OP Posts & Rules In Detail? Yes

[Isle of Lithonia]

Is this where it goes?

Appeal for Eureka S.T.A.G. Cadet Status

Required Information

Name: Fauna Pool

Sex: Female

Race: Original
Age and Origin: 17, May 2008, London, England.

Picture Appearance:

http://i.imgur.com/FAcJFtG.jpg?1

Character Class Specialities: Armor: Battle Scout

• Born To Kill
  
• Field Mechanic

Height, Weight, Body Type: 167 cm, 55 kg. She's rather tall for a British female, and her bust is average sized. She doesn't really care too much, and prefers to boast about her height more than her chest if necessary.

Equipment:
[*] British Army no. 2 dress, but replaces the pants with a pencil skirt and doesn't wear the peaked cap (normal attire)
[*] A short sleeved shirt and tie, still uses a pencil skirt. (casual)
[*] A sketch book and drawing utensils.
[*] A case with a Schmidt & Bender PM II telescopic sight inside.

For Combat:
[*] L90A1 SMG
[*] Sack full of M18 claymore mines

Character Story: WIP

RP Example: From Shadowhammer International, when she's finally a tank commander:

"Affirmative," replied Fauna, and she yelled into the turret, "Sar, accelerate faster, we're doing a light recon run! Stay within 200 and 1000 meters of the town! Keep the speed at the max once we're closer than 1-kilo, and circle it!" Sarah pushed the gas in response, bringing the FV101's inherent speed to its full potential. Fauna looked through her telescopic sight once more, the vision clearing the closer they got to the town. Eventually, even her own eyes were enough, and she put the sight back into her pocket. She reported into the radio set. "No signs of enemy soldiers, but I see possible emplacements, dugouts, sandbags and the like..." Sarah stopped at the top of a hill, so Fauna could scan the town from a vantage point. Bad place to be at the moment, but I need some movement...

"Bloody hell, get the fuck back, Sarah! Albert, pop a smoke round and prep the HE!" The FV101 rolled back quickly, and a smoke canister was shot several meters in front of it, creating a large plume of smoke, blocking the vehicle from view. Albert grunted as he got another round and loaded it manually. Fauna reported into her radio, "commotion in town! Several old antique vehicles- Sarah, what are they again?!" "T-34-85's, ma'am!" She yelled over while using the controls to back down the hill and get into a safer position. "Several tan T-34-85's have exited the town. Last distance about 300 meters off mine!" Sarah found a good hull down position, and Albert quickly sighted a machine gun team, loading what appeared to be a .50 caliber Browning. "Fire!" The 76mm round shot off with a thud, exploding several meters in front of the team. "Albert, you're a bloody sniper, fix your aim, dammit!" The FV101 moved again, not risking taking a shot from the T-34's.

Additional Fun Stuff: Not Required

Personality: She is very conscientious, which mixes with a will to protect and the ability to become serious when the time and place calls. This also comes with a love for explosions, which has given her a past time hobby to create explosions of multiple sizes and functions.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: WIP
Sex Orientation: Bisexual

Theme Song: WIP
Have You Read, Understand, and Agree with the OP Posts & Rules In Detail? Yes

Well, once you get the character story portion written up, this will be instantly accepted.

But in the meantime, this has received Lith's Ecchi Stamp of Co-Op approval!

[Vancon]

This app also needs to be formatted properly, and you might want to make it more clear that you want her to be Armor with the Battle Scout add on.

[Corrian]

Reading science about one-night stands....seems legit before I play Callandra...

[Sonitusia]

This app also needs to be formatted properly, and you might want to make it more clear that you want her to be Armor with the Battle Scout add on.

Mind explaining to a poor fool?

[Vancon]

This app also needs to be formatted properly, and you might want to make it more clear that you want her to be Armor with the Battle Scout add on.

Mind explaining to a poor fool?

You see those [*] looking things? Those should be little dots. You achieve that like this:

• Example 1
• #2
• E3

The coding for that is this:

Code: Select all

[list]
[*]
[*]
[*]
[/list]

As for the class thing, you should somehow make it easier to understand what class you are creating. Be it by making it in italics, a different colour, making it bigger, etc...

[Sonitusia]

As for the class thing, you should somehow make it easier to understand what class you are creating. Be it by making it in italics, a different colour, making it bigger, etc...

I already changed the dots before you posted, but is it absolutely necessary to change what the text looks like?

[Sonitusia]

Finished:

Appeal for Eureka S.T.A.G. Cadet Status

Required Information

Name: Fauna Pool

Sex: Female

Race: Original
Age and Origin: 17, May 2008, London, England.

Picture Appearance:

http://i.imgur.com/FAcJFtG.jpg?1

Character Class Specialities: Armor: Battle Scout

• Born To Kill
  
• Field Mechanic

Height, Weight, Body Type: 167 cm, 55 kg. She's rather tall for a British female, and her bust is average sized. She doesn't really care too much, and prefers to boast about her height more than her chest if necessary.

Equipment:

• British Army no. 2 dress, but replaces the pants with a pencil skirt and doesn't wear the peaked cap (normal attire)
• A short sleeved shirt and tie, still uses a pencil skirt. (casual)
• A sketch book and drawing utensils.
• A case with a Schmidt & Bender PM II telescopic sight inside.

For Combat:

• L90A1 SMG
• Sack full of M18 claymore mines

Character Story: Fauna Pool was born in the London Borough of Enfield, and was raised near the Royal Small Arms Factory, where her father worked. He often invited her to come along during slow days, and she grew a fascination in weapons and the military. The first rifle she ever fired was in fact a refurbished Lee-Enfield .303 rifle when she was 13, but her stature did not do work well with the weapon, and she did not like long rifles very much afterwards. But upon using the L1A1 SLR, she was intrigued in automatic weapons, and her father suggested she use a submachine gun later on. She began studying war and the military itself at a young age, and was very interested in joining.

She registered to the military at the age of 16 with the permission of her mother and father, and began training into the engineering branch, due to her ability in mechanical duties and her connection with guns. During her training, she was tasked with fixing a main battle tank, and her ambition sparked to join the armored corps. Once she was 17, she joined the armored for training, but despite her abilities, it was eventually chosen that she would command an armored reconnaissance vehicle in the future. She was a bit stunned at first, but after explaining that she had much more situational awareness then an average main battle tank commander, and she was capable of doing intense maneuvers very easily, that she would be more suited in a faster vehicle. She is still unconvinced, but accepts her fate.

Other than combat duties, she also enjoys designing and just simply making art, and often sends in her work for use in the British armed forces. She often gets rejected, but her designs improve over time, and she eventually starts getting noticed from the military arms development teams.

Eventually, she signs up for the S.T.A.G. program, to further improve her abilities in reconnaissance, to improve her designs, and to find out what her true purpose in battle really is. Is it really recon, or is it something else?

RP Example: From Shadowhammer International, when she's finally a tank commander:

"Affirmative," replied Fauna, and she yelled into the turret, "Sar, accelerate faster, we're doing a light recon run! Stay within 200 and 1000 meters of the town! Keep the speed at the max once we're closer than 1-kilo, and circle it!" Sarah pushed the gas in response, bringing the FV101's inherent speed to its full potential. Fauna looked through her telescopic sight once more, the vision clearing the closer they got to the town. Eventually, even her own eyes were enough, and she put the sight back into her pocket. She reported into the radio set. "No signs of enemy soldiers, but I see possible emplacements, dugouts, sandbags and the like..." Sarah stopped at the top of a hill, so Fauna could scan the town from a vantage point. Bad place to be at the moment, but I need some movement...

"Bloody hell, get the fuck back, Sarah! Albert, pop a smoke round and prep the HE!" The FV101 rolled back quickly, and a smoke canister was shot several meters in front of it, creating a large plume of smoke, blocking the vehicle from view. Albert grunted as he got another round and loaded it manually. Fauna reported into her radio, "commotion in town! Several old antique vehicles- Sarah, what are they again?!" "T-34-85's, ma'am!" She yelled over while using the controls to back down the hill and get into a safer position. "Several tan T-34-85's have exited the town. Last distance about 300 meters off mine!" Sarah found a good hull down position, and Albert quickly sighted a machine gun team, loading what appeared to be a .50 caliber Browning. "Fire!" The 76mm round shot off with a thud, exploding several meters in front of the team. "Albert, you're a bloody sniper, fix your aim, dammit!" The FV101 moved again, not risking taking a shot from the T-34's.

Additional Fun Stuff: Not Required

Personality: She is very conscientious, which mixes with a will to protect and the ability to become serious when the time and place calls. This also comes with a love for explosions, which has given her a past time hobby to create explosions of multiple sizes and functions.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: WIP
Sex Orientation: Bisexual

Theme Song: WIP
Have You Read, Understand, and Agree with the OP Posts & Rules In Detail? Yes

[Isle of Lithonia]

Finished:

Appeal for Eureka S.T.A.G. Cadet Status

Required Information

Name: Fauna Pool

Sex: Female

Race: Original
Age and Origin: 17, May 2008, London, England.

Picture Appearance:

http://i.imgur.com/FAcJFtG.jpg?1

Character Class Specialities: Armor: Battle Scout (According to what the very first post says) She is particularly skilled in reconnaissance duties, but prefers to do so from inside a vehicle.

• Born To Kill
  
• Field Mechanic

Height, Weight, Body Type: 167 cm, 55 kg. She's rather tall for a British female, and her bust is average sized. She doesn't really care too much, and prefers to boast about her height more than her chest if necessary.

Equipment:

• British Army no. 2 dress, but replaces the pants with a pencil skirt and doesn't wear the peaked cap (normal attire)
• A short sleeved shirt and tie, still uses a pencil skirt. (casual)
• A sketch book and drawing utensils.
• A case with a Schmidt & Bender PM II telescopic sight inside.

For Combat:

• L90A1 SMG
• Sack full of M18 claymore mines

Character Story: Fauna Pool was born in the London Borough of Enfield, and was raised near the Royal Small Arms Factory, where her father worked. He often invited her to come along during slow days, and she grew a fascination in weapons and the military. The first rifle she ever fired was in fact a refurbished Lee-Enfield .303 rifle when she was 13, but her stature did not do work well with the weapon, and she did not like long rifles very much afterwards. But upon using the L1A1 SLR, she was intrigued in automatic weapons, and her father suggested she use a submachine gun later on. She began studying war and the military itself at a young age, and was very interested in joining.

She registered to the military at the age of 16 with the permission of her mother and father, and began training into the engineering branch, due to her ability in mechanical duties and her connection with guns. During her training, she was tasked with fixing a main battle tank, and her ambition sparked to join the armored corps. Once she was 17, she joined the armored for training, but despite her abilities, it was eventually chosen that she would command an armored reconnaissance vehicle in the future. She was a bit stunned at first, but after explaining that she had much more situational awareness then an average main battle tank commander, and she was capable of doing intense maneuvers very easily, that she would be more suited in a faster vehicle. She is still unconvinced, but accepts her fate.

Other than combat duties, she also enjoys designing and just simply making art, and often sends in her work for use in the British armed forces. She often gets rejected, but her designs improve over time, and she eventually starts getting noticed from the military arms development teams.

Eventually, she signs up for the S.T.A.G. program, to further improve her abilities in reconnaissance, to improve her designs, and to find out what her true purpose in battle really is. Is it really recon, or is it something else?

RP Example: From Shadowhammer International, when she's finally a tank commander:

"Affirmative," replied Fauna, and she yelled into the turret, "Sar, accelerate faster, we're doing a light recon run! Stay within 200 and 1000 meters of the town! Keep the speed at the max once we're closer than 1-kilo, and circle it!" Sarah pushed the gas in response, bringing the FV101's inherent speed to its full potential. Fauna looked through her telescopic sight once more, the vision clearing the closer they got to the town. Eventually, even her own eyes were enough, and she put the sight back into her pocket. She reported into the radio set. "No signs of enemy soldiers, but I see possible emplacements, dugouts, sandbags and the like..." Sarah stopped at the top of a hill, so Fauna could scan the town from a vantage point. Bad place to be at the moment, but I need some movement...

"Bloody hell, get the fuck back, Sarah! Albert, pop a smoke round and prep the HE!" The FV101 rolled back quickly, and a smoke canister was shot several meters in front of it, creating a large plume of smoke, blocking the vehicle from view. Albert grunted as he got another round and loaded it manually. Fauna reported into her radio, "commotion in town! Several old antique vehicles- Sarah, what are they again?!" "T-34-85's, ma'am!" She yelled over while using the controls to back down the hill and get into a safer position. "Several tan T-34-85's have exited the town. Last distance about 300 meters off mine!" Sarah found a good hull down position, and Albert quickly sighted a machine gun team, loading what appeared to be a .50 caliber Browning. "Fire!" The 76mm round shot off with a thud, exploding several meters in front of the team. "Albert, you're a bloody sniper, fix your aim, dammit!" The FV101 moved again, not risking taking a shot from the T-34's.

Additional Fun Stuff: Not Required

Personality: She is very conscientious, which mixes with a will to protect and the ability to become serious when the time and place calls. This also comes with a love for explosions, which has given her a past time hobby to create explosions of multiple sizes and functions.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: WIP
Sex Orientation: Bisexual

Theme Song: WIP
Have You Read, Understand, and Agree with the OP Posts & Rules In Detail? Yes

Maybe I'm a bit tired, but I'm not too sure what Van meant by putting the class in italics...

So, although he may specify what he meant by it, I am going to go ahead and accept this. Now, although you took the time to include it (sorry), I will ask that you delete the portion I struck out and colored red above. Again, you were just trying to satisfy us crazy CO-OPs, but I suspect that this wasn't what Van was asking (and personally, I'm not really sure what he was asking anyway).

[Sonitusia]

Maybe I'm a bit tired, but I'm not too sure what Van meant by putting the class in italics...

So, although he may specify what he meant by it, I am going to go ahead and accept this. Now, although you took the time to include it (sorry), I will ask that you delete the portion I struck out and colored red above. Again, you were just trying to satisfy us crazy CO-OPs, but I suspect that this wasn't what Van was asking (and personally, I'm not really sure what he was asking anyway).

Done and done.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Done and done.

Awesome.

And if you haven't done so already, you may archive this.

[TriStates]

Got a day off tomorrow and easy shifts through this week. Will have much time to nurture the thread and entertain you all. Rejoice!

Between the saucer pan eyes, and the sternum that doubles as a pelvis, I don't see how anyone could find that cute.

Just cause you don't get it doesn't mean you should discourage other people for liking it.

If your arguing with Rob, you've already lost Ulv You could show him a globe, and he'd still tell you the world is flat, just to get at you

Reading science about one-night stands....seems legit before I play Callandra...

I sat in on a week's lecture of Criminal Pyschology while planning my main NPC for FR&R. High-five, for over-RPers ^_^

As for the class thing, you should somehow make it easier to understand what class you are creating. Be it by making it in italics, a different colour, making it bigger, etc...

^ For those who don't get it: Van's talking about custom classes. For those of you who like to think outside my box, you can make your own class for your PC. Either borrowing from multiple classes already stated in the class section, or something totally off the wall that you thought of.

If you decided to make your own class though, you have to get it cleared by me.

Done and done.

Awesome.

And if you haven't done so already, you may archive this.

Van & Lith, nice tag team. Keep up the good work.

[Rob Halfordia]

Damn! I've been found out!

[Illan]

Finished:

Appeal for Eureka S.T.A.G. Cadet Status

Required Information

Name: Fauna Pool

Sex: Female

Race: Original
Age and Origin: 17, May 2008, London, England.

Picture Appearance:

http://i.imgur.com/FAcJFtG.jpg?1

Character Class Specialities: Armor: Battle Scout

• Born To Kill
  
• Field Mechanic

Height, Weight, Body Type: 167 cm, 55 kg. She's rather tall for a British female, and her bust is average sized. She doesn't really care too much, and prefers to boast about her height more than her chest if necessary.

Equipment:

• British Army no. 2 dress, but replaces the pants with a pencil skirt and doesn't wear the peaked cap (normal attire)
• A short sleeved shirt and tie, still uses a pencil skirt. (casual)
• A sketch book and drawing utensils.
• A case with a Schmidt & Bender PM II telescopic sight inside.

For Combat:

• L90A1 SMG
• Sack full of M18 claymore mines

Character Story: Fauna Pool was born in the London Borough of Enfield, and was raised near the Royal Small Arms Factory, where her father worked. He often invited her to come along during slow days, and she grew a fascination in weapons and the military. The first rifle she ever fired was in fact a refurbished Lee-Enfield .303 rifle when she was 13, but her stature did not do work well with the weapon, and she did not like long rifles very much afterwards. But upon using the L1A1 SLR, she was intrigued in automatic weapons, and her father suggested she use a submachine gun later on. She began studying war and the military itself at a young age, and was very interested in joining.

She registered to the military at the age of 16 with the permission of her mother and father, and began training into the engineering branch, due to her ability in mechanical duties and her connection with guns. During her training, she was tasked with fixing a main battle tank, and her ambition sparked to join the armored corps. Once she was 17, she joined the armored for training, but despite her abilities, it was eventually chosen that she would command an armored reconnaissance vehicle in the future. She was a bit stunned at first, but after explaining that she had much more situational awareness then an average main battle tank commander, and she was capable of doing intense maneuvers very easily, that she would be more suited in a faster vehicle. She is still unconvinced, but accepts her fate.

Other than combat duties, she also enjoys designing and just simply making art, and often sends in her work for use in the British armed forces. She often gets rejected, but her designs improve over time, and she eventually starts getting noticed from the military arms development teams.

Eventually, she signs up for the S.T.A.G. program, to further improve her abilities in reconnaissance, to improve her designs, and to find out what her true purpose in battle really is. Is it really recon, or is it something else?

RP Example: From Shadowhammer International, when she's finally a tank commander:

"Affirmative," replied Fauna, and she yelled into the turret, "Sar, accelerate faster, we're doing a light recon run! Stay within 200 and 1000 meters of the town! Keep the speed at the max once we're closer than 1-kilo, and circle it!" Sarah pushed the gas in response, bringing the FV101's inherent speed to its full potential. Fauna looked through her telescopic sight once more, the vision clearing the closer they got to the town. Eventually, even her own eyes were enough, and she put the sight back into her pocket. She reported into the radio set. "No signs of enemy soldiers, but I see possible emplacements, dugouts, sandbags and the like..." Sarah stopped at the top of a hill, so Fauna could scan the town from a vantage point. Bad place to be at the moment, but I need some movement...

"Bloody hell, get the fuck back, Sarah! Albert, pop a smoke round and prep the HE!" The FV101 rolled back quickly, and a smoke canister was shot several meters in front of it, creating a large plume of smoke, blocking the vehicle from view. Albert grunted as he got another round and loaded it manually. Fauna reported into her radio, "commotion in town! Several old antique vehicles- Sarah, what are they again?!" "T-34-85's, ma'am!" She yelled over while using the controls to back down the hill and get into a safer position. "Several tan T-34-85's have exited the town. Last distance about 300 meters off mine!" Sarah found a good hull down position, and Albert quickly sighted a machine gun team, loading what appeared to be a .50 caliber Browning. "Fire!" The 76mm round shot off with a thud, exploding several meters in front of the team. "Albert, you're a bloody sniper, fix your aim, dammit!" The FV101 moved again, not risking taking a shot from the T-34's.

Additional Fun Stuff: Not Required

Personality: She is very conscientious, which mixes with a will to protect and the ability to become serious when the time and place calls. This also comes with a love for explosions, which has given her a past time hobby to create explosions of multiple sizes and functions.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Bio: WIP
Sex Orientation: Bisexual

Theme Song: WIP
Have You Read, Understand, and Agree with the OP Posts & Rules In Detail? Yes

That booty tho.

[Sonitusia]

GM, can I create my own sub classes too?

I want something like "Michael Bay would be proud". Where the owner of the class has an extremely good affinity with explosives. Or an Armorer subclass where the owner has great ability in creating weapons from almost anything.

@Illan
Well, she's a bit based off a young Charlotte E. Yeager, and well, they don't know the concept of pants in Strike Witches...

[Rob Halfordia]

S.T.A.G. Cadet Application

Required Information

Name: Ásröður "Asro" Salgarður

Sex: http://youtu.be/AoB6nF_O4Ns

Race: Partial/slight polar bear mix - the mix gives him incredible strength, allowing him to lift massive weights, but, it has its drawbacks. His metabolism is super charged, meaning he has to eat very often, and have a lot of food, or he quickly grows tired. Not only this, but his size makes tight environments hard to traverse, especially things like jungles.

Age and Origin:
Age: 17
Asro was born in Iceland to be the perfect soldier, spliced with a polar bear, and trained in military combat since he was a child. His life was routine, and he was expected to do great things. His acceptance into the academy was considered a great achievement by his parents, who were themselves ex private military. This is all that is known of his past for the most part, as his life has been kept secret as part of the precautions of the special military program that he was trained in.

Picture Appearance:

(Image)

Character Class Specialities:
Infantry | Grenadier
- Deadly Ambidextrous -
- Born to Kill -


Height, Weight, Body Type: 6'6" 320 lbs

Equipment:
Credit card
Clothes
Training gear
Weights

Character Story: WIP

RP Example:
An excerpt from IJ. This one is a fight post.

As Okarot sat in the healing pod, he sensed the powers on the outside. They were incredible. The stuff of legends. But, despite everything the group threw at him, Frieza always seemed a step ahead. His power knew no bounds, and he was still holding back, even as his power climbed up to unimaginable proportions.

Suddenly, a beep could be heard. Okarot knew what it meant. He was ready. Punching through the glass of the chamber, he exited. It was... incredible. His power level had climbed to unimaginable proportions itself. He was easily now in the range of 3,000,000 as far as his power level. But, he couldn't stand around, and headed to the teleporter, teleporting to the surface of the planet.

Looking around, he couldn't help but feel scared as he felt Frieza's incredible power. It was just unreal, and he was still holding back from the feel of it. But, despite Okarot's fear, he knew he had to fight. He would rather die than run away like a coward. Taking off at immense speeds, he flew low to the ground, trees around him being uprooted due to the massive winds being generated. The water below him was pushed out to the sides, with the bottom of the massive sea slowly being revealed.

Mad Max was in the ground, temporarily unable to move after absorbing one of Frieza's paralyzingly blasts. The tyrant chuckled, "So you really thought you're the only one I've ever encountered with the ability to absorb power? You're not alone. I've killed many like you, although, your own abilities vastly outmatch the others, you're special. You're one of the only people who has forced me to this form.", he said, his own power massive as he prepared to charge Mad Max, and deliver a final melee blow.

But, he suddenly went flying off into a mountain. Where he took off from in the air, floated Okarot, who smiled at the tyrant's being smashed into a mountain. Looking down at Max, he smiled, "I told you you'd need help.", he said, somewhat smugly. But, he need not get too overconfident. The battle was far from over.

He mountain that Frieza had been launched into suddenly exploded, chunks of rock being thrown everywhere. As the dust dissipated, the tyrant floated in the air where the mountain once was, "Who dares interrupt my fight?!", he screamed in anger, before seeing Okarot, and getti even angrier, "You insubordinate little monkey! How did you get so strong?! Ginyu was supposed to take care of you!", he shouted in anger.

Okarot smiled proudly, "Frieza, you've changed. This must be one of those transformations Guldo has told me so much about. You should no how I've become this strong Frieza. I'm a Saiyan warrior, each time I almost die, I become stronger. Good for me, very bad for you.", he said, a blue aura flaring around him. He had gained so much power, it was hard to keep it under control.

Frieza grunted in anger as approached Okarot, "You cheeky little monkey. I should have killed you when I had the chance. You're nothing but a virus, a stubborn wretch clinging to life, adapting each time you're almost exterminated. But, I'm the final cure, and the virus of the Saiyan race dies with you.", he said, lifting his finger and charging a death beam, "You've served me well up until this point, but, consider yourself relived from my services.", he said, firing the beam.

Okarot raised his hand in a waving motion, deflecting the beam, sending it into the landscape behind him, causing a massive explosion. He spoke in a proud tone, "Nice try Frieza, but you're not dealing with the average warrior anymore. You've finally met your match.", he said, charging the Arcosian, throwing a vicious uppercut which launched the tyrant into the air. Before he could regain control, Frieza found himself being fired back at the ground, as Okarot had intercepted his flight path, throwing a powerful kick.

Frieza stuck out his arms and legs, stopping right above the ground, his tail waving wildly in the forces that were generated. Turning around, he started rapidly firing death beams straight up into the air at Okarot, who was flying downward at Frieza. The Saiyan suddenly stopped in the air, deflecting the beams, but, they seemed to have no end. He slowly pushed forwards, getting closer and closer to Frieza, when suddenly, a massive explosion ensued, seemingly hitting Okarot. Frieza smiled, "Well, that was short lived. What a shame, I was just beginning to have fun as well.", he said smugly.

But, he suddenly heard a voice which surprised him, "Like I said Frieza, you're going to have to try harder than that.", said the Saiyan, who had appeared behind Frieza, "You're not going to get rid of me that easily, this battle is far from over. And you are going to regret everything you've done to me and my people!"

Frieza suddenly rose into the air, "Oh really?! Well I have news for you! I own you! I own is planet! And, I can also destroy this planet!", he shouted, a large black ball surrounded by purple electricity appearing in his hand, "Prepare to die you filthy monkey scum!"

Okarot recoiled backwards, "Frieza, what are you doing?! If you destroy the planet, you'll never get your wish! Fight me, don't blow up the planet!", he yelled. That blast was too powerful to deflect or even block. And, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to convince Frieza not to blow up the planet.

The tyrant laughed as he hurled the ball of energy downward, towards the planet's surface. Okarot cupped his hands together, charging up a massive amount of energy. He only had one chance to get this right. A ball of red energy appeared in his hands, "Hypernova!", he called out, his the ball growing bigger. Suddenly, he stuck out his hands, "BLAST!", he shouted, the beam firing from his hands. It was massive, at least double Okarot's height. The Death Ball was feet away from the planet's surface, when the blast collided with it, pushing it away, and carrying it into space. In the sky of Namek, a massive explosion could be heard and seen, and a shock wave fired across the planet's surface.

Frieza shielded his face as the shockwaves went out, and he was now absolutely livid. Looking down at Okarot, he screamed in anger, "Alright you filthy monkey, are you just committed suicide! You're going to die, and I'm not giving you a quick death, so the planet will stay for now. You're going to die slow, and then, after that, I'll blow up the planet for good, and you will be forgotten.", he shouted angrily.

The Saiyan laughed, "Really Frieza? And how do you plan on doing that? If I'm not mistaken, I'm winning this battle. Just give up, and I'll let you leave and forget that this ever happened.", he said, suddenly growing cocky. The rush of battle was going to his head. He couldn't help but feel like he was in control, despite his subconscious knowing Frieza was holding back. This battle was still far from over.
Frieza began laughing maniacally, "You insolent fool! I've only been using 1% of my power! You are so insignificant you only require me to go to 1% to match you. But tell you what. Since you're so obsessed with your pride, I'll use 50% of my power to beat you. Maybe it'll make you feel better. Not that I care, it's just that, I really do never get the opportunity to do this.", he said, before laughing, "Plus, I don't think I've ever seen a monkey shit itself!"

Okarot laughed hyperbolically, "You're bluffing! I know that you're holding back, but there's no way you've only been using 1%. Nice try Frieza, but you can't get me to run away that easily. Go ahead, power up. Let's see just how far you can go.", he said proudly, unaware of just how insignificant he truly was.

Suddenly, the tyrant began yelling and a purple aura surrounded him. The ground shook violently, and massive chunks of rock rose from the ground, bursting in the air. Frieza's yelling slowly turned into a maniacal laugh, and Okarot took a few steps back. Frieza wasn't exaggerating. This power was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The water around them began to evaporate and churn, waving sporadically in the immense energy.

But, almost as soon as it had started, it had ended. Frieza's power was massive, and he stuck out his arms, taking one step forward as he assumed some kind of pose, "So, Okarot, do you now see how insignificant you truly are?", he said, chuckling a little as the landscape and water around them began to calm. Now, the battle truly began.

Okarot assumed a combat position nervously, but, Frieza suddenly disappeared. The Saiyan looked around. The tyrant was moving all around him, but it was too fast. He couldn't make it out, when all of a sudden, the the Saiyan found himself flying into a cliff. The cliff exploded around Okarot, who quickly found himself sliding across the ground on the other side. However, before he could stop himself, he found Frieza's knee being slammed into his back, stopping him in his tracks, and creating a massive crater.

The Saiyan cried out in agony from the bottom of the crater, as the tyrant forced his knee farther and farther into the Saiyan's back, causing him to cough up blood. Frieza laughed, "What's wrong monkey?! I thought you said that you were going to defeat me, that I was only bluffing! Where's all that pride and confidence now?!", he yelled, picking up Okarot and throwing him out of the crater.

Landing with a thud, Okarot got up, his back in screeching pain. Wiping the blood for, his lip, he assumed a combat position, charging Frieza with a powerful punch. The tyrant smiled as he simply caught the punch, and started slamming Okarot into the ground, before throwing him into a lake next to the field. The fight was already taking a massive turn for the worse, and there wasn't much that could be done.

As the Saiyan rose out of the water, coughing up water and blood. Frieza picked him up by his armor's collar, smiling, "So, what do you have to say for yourself now, monkey?", he said, when all of a sudden Okarot coughed up some water onto the tyrant's face. Frieza dropped the Saiyan and began kicking him in the chest and stomach out of annoyance, as Okarot yelled out in pain.

Suddenly, Okarot gathered a massive amount of energy in his hand and threw it at Frieza in a last ditch effort to damage him. A massive explosion ensued, sending Okarot himself flying into a cliff. He looked up, battered and damaged, only to see Frieza undamaged as the smoke cleared, "As fun as it is to beat you, I feel it's time to end this.", he said, lifting his hand, and extending his index finger. Okarot barely stood up, and crossed his arms in front of him, preparing to try to block the attack.

But, Frieza suddenly appeared in directly front of the Saiyan, surprising him, and causing him to drop his guard. He felt an incredible pain in his chest, and look down to see blood flowing out of a hole in his armor. Coughing up blood and dropping to his knees, the Saiyan's vision faded in and out. Okarot tried to speak as he barely held on to life, "Father... I'm... Im sorry... I could not... avenge you...", he said, suddenly falling to the ground, his life force depleted.

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Personality: On the battlefield, he is ruthless, but, around his friends and fellow students, he's rather kind, and doesn't like to engage in active hostility.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Bio:
Classified

Sex Orientation: Straight

Theme Song: The Hammer

Have You Read The OP & Rules In Detail? yisss

I have changed some things. Mostly edited to fit my new picture better, which, I kindly stole from Neros.

[TriStates]

Interesting. I thought you hated animated artwork?

GM, can I create my own sub classes too?

I want something like "Michael Bay would be proud". Where the owner of the class has an extremely good affinity with explosives. Or an Armorer subclass where the owner has great ability in creating weapons from almost anything.

@Illan
Well, she's a bit based off a young Charlotte E. Yeager, and well, they don't know the concept of pants in Strike Witches...

Fill out the Custom Class Request in the OP's Application Tab, post it, and we'll work it out from there.