Halo: Eclipse (OOC/Reboot/OPEN)

[Beiarusia]

>SNIP<

The more the merrier. Welcome aboard once you get the App done. Feeling good about this.

[Vacif]

>SNIP<

ACCEPTED. The Memento Mori is about to depart so assume that you are already on board. Would you rather be on Fireteam Alpha or Bravo?

Alpha, cause why not.

[New Grestin]

I think us getting to know one another would be fine. I'll get a post together.

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

BASIC

Name: Jeremiah -no last name or last name unknown-
Nation Name: Holy Empire of Avalon
Birthplace: Assumed Earth
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Pic/Description:
White, male, six foot tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, brown hair, blue eyes
Issued Armor
Age: 15
Rank: Sergeant
Previous Assignments:

Combat Role: Point Man
Proficiency: Rifle/Pistol/Knife/Hand To Hand

Psychiatric Analysis

Personality: Serious of temperament, curt with answering questions, highly attentive in conversation, seems to dislike conversating, quite and calm of voice, not easily angered. A well trained machine.
Likes: Subject shrugged, answer is assumed to be that nothing interests him.
Dislikes: Same answer as previous, no motion or answer.
Skills: Highly focused, records show great combat effectiveness. He is accepting of orders without much of an argument against any order. His best and worst skill- total lack of compassion or remorse.
Fears: No known fears, he talks as little as possible and outside of battle or training is either maintaining his equipment or training on his own; possible fear, social anxiety.

Brief Biography

> Part of the very late and unauthorized Special Warfare and Advanced Tactics Program that saw SPARTAN-418 abducted from his orphanage and trained alone since the age of three. Just old enough to have no memories of a family. The isolation and training he was dragged through taught him to overcome obstacles on his own and without any aid. This had positive and negative influence though, while he learned to get along on his own he has come to believe teamwork is foolish and where as one link in the chain breaking ruins the chain the strongest link on its own can go just as far. Having never known love he is remorseless in all aspects of the word, quite possibly incapable of showing love, or any emotion. Assigned to an NavSpecWarCOM detachment he was sent on missions that are still classified long after the fact. Questioning of his former squadmates revealed that he earned the callsign "Lucifer" after running out of ammunition and using only his hand to beat a wounded Sangheilli to death, afterwards tearing its heart out. Whether out of anger or pure bloodlust is unknown though. He is directly classified under NavSpecWarCOM as the sole member of the Special Warfare Advanced Tactics Division. A glance over his records reveals them soaked in more blood than one can stomach.
Asset Status: Hazardous To All Personnel
Order: Disposal By Combat

RP EXAMPLES
Interview

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SPARTAN-321 sat at a white table, across from him was a woman in dark suit, two Marines stood behind her. "SPARTAN-Four Hundred and Eighteen, do you know why you were brought here?" He answered quickly and without hesitation, "No, ma'am." The woman smiled and offered him a glass of water that he simply ignored. "Alright then, we are evaluating you before assigning you to a new unit." SPARTAN-418 did not answer, most likely as he just saw it useless as no question was asked.

"I am going to ask you a few questions, just answer them the best you can. What is your happiest memory?" One could almost swear there was a dark tint to his menacing eyes as he answered, the same blank look was on his young face, yet his eyes said it all, at that moment he was thinking of every possible way to neutralize anyone in the room should they pose a threat. "I do not feel happiness or sorrow, my first memory is graduating boot camp." The interviewer grew nervous as he looked to the Marines' guns and then back to her, one single instant, as if he had formulated another plan in just that one glance.
"Alright then... do you have any friends?" His deep blue eyes looked into her own, she could swear this boy had no soul, she figured this next answer would be the final nail in her investigation, and possibly her own coffin. "I operate alone, my mission rests solely on me." That was it, she knew then that this 'Asset' they had made was nothing but a mindless weapon, he was not even human anymore! "What is your dream or life goal?" She prayed he at least had some dream to work towards, having a family, world peace, anything would work really. "To end the life of all who oppose me."

That answer sent chills up her spine, that answer did not even have what little trace of emotion had been there before. Now he was just a monotone killing machine. Everyone opposite of that table was so on edge that SPARTAN-418 moved suddenly and coughed and the Marines loaded their rifles. "No hobbies I take it?" She was going to give him one last shot for a redeeming characteristic, surely there was still some trace of a boy left in that hollow husk of a corpse. "I clean my weapons, I train, I fight." That was actually pretty normal, like really normal for a soldier, maybe there was hope.

The woman asked him another question that any true soldier would not hesitate to answer right, no human could get this question wrong. "Would you kill anyone if they interfered with your mission? This includes civilians, even your friends and family at the extreme." He, of course did not hesitate, SPARTAN-418 answered without a second thought, "If they pose a threat to the mission I would kill anyone without a second thought, the objective is my first priority." His hard cold eyes stared at the woman across from him before he slowly stood up from his chair. Both of the rifles were aimed at him as he stared down the Marines, then without a word or any outright defensive action he walked tot he door and left. "I will just call it here then..." The interviewer leaned back in her chair and sighed before she turned the camera off.

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Interviewer: "SPARTAN-Six Hundred and Sixty Six, do you know why you were brought here?"
S-418: "No, ma'am."
Interviewer: "Alright then, we are evaluating you before assigning you to a new unit."
S-418: -no answer-
Interviewer: "I am going to ask you a few questions, just answer them the best you can. What is your happiest memory?"
S-418: "I do not feel happiness or sorrow, my first memory is graduating boot camp."
Interviewer: "Alright then... do you have any friends?"
S-418: "I operate alone, my mission rests solely on me."
Interviewer: "What is your dream or life goal?"
S-418: "To end the life of all who oppose me."
Interviewer: "No hobbies I take it?"
S-418: "I clean my weapons, I train, I fight."
Interviewer: "Would you kill anyone if they interfered with your mission? This includes civilians, even your friends and family at the extreme."
S-418: "If they pose a threat to the mission I would kill anyone without a second thought, the objective is my first priority."
Interviewer: "I will just call it here then..."

[Beiarusia]

>SNIP<

Already talked it over but formalities: ACCEPTED. You will be assigned to Fireteam Bravo.

[Vacif]

O...kay then.....

[Beiarusia]

O...kay then.....

What?

[Holy Serbia and Montenegro]

Tag

[Beiarusia]

Will be gone for work a little while. Everyone meet in the hangar and, if everyone is there when I get back online, I'll push ahead the mission.

[Romic]

This still open?

[Vacif]

This still open?

Yup, Alpha, or Bravo?

[Romic]

Alpha

[Vacif]

Alpha

Time to make an app.

[Dernland]

BASIC

Name: Joel "Ghost" Tucker
Nation Name: Dernland
Birthplace: Sigma Octanus IV Cote D'Azur
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Irish
Pic/Description:

Age: 18
Rank: Petty Officer Third Class
Previous Assignments: ONI Section III (Not Spartan)

Combat Role: Sniper, Marksman, Scout
Proficiency: SRS99 Sniper rifle, M-392 Marksman Rifle

OPTIONAL

Personality: Could be described as a cold sniper, but that would be an understatement. He was diagnosed with posttraumatic vocal disarticulation after a mission went badly and all of his teammates were KIA.
Likes : Silence, guns.
Dislikes: People who talk too much, it seems to remind him of someone. Skills: Fears:

BIO

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RP EXAMPLES

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Work In Progress, using a tablet. May not be able to finish until Sunday/Monday.

[The United Federation of Terrans]

BASIC

Name: Joel "Ghost" Tucker
Nation Name: Dernland
Birthplace: Sigma Octanus IV Cote D'Azur
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Irish
Pic/Description:

Age: 18
Rank: Petty Officer Third Class
Previous Assignments: ONI Section III (Not Spartan)

Combat Role: Sniper, Marksman, Scout
Proficiency: SRS99 Sniper rifle, M-392 Marksman Rifle

OPTIONAL

Personality: Could be described as a cold sniper, but that would be an understatement. He was diagnosed with posttraumatic vocal disarticulation after a mission went badly and all of his teammates were KIA.
Likes : Silence, guns.
Dislikes: People who talk too much, it seems to remind him of someone. Skills: Fears:

BIO

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RP EXAMPLES

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Work In Progress, using a tablet. May not be able to finish until Sunday/Monday.

Well I see nothing wrong so far, just get that bio set up and you'll be ready to go.

[Vacif]

He just feels a wee bit...young. He may of enlisted at 16, but still...

[Ubaria]

He just feels a wee bit...young. He may of enlisted at 16, but still...

Especially for an ONI Black Ops team.

[The United Federation of Terrans]

He just feels a wee bit...young. He may of enlisted at 16, but still...

Especially for an ONI Black Ops team.

I want to see the bio first before I pass criticism.

[Beiarusia]

Note: Insurrectionist on the Outlast are armed primarily with older weapons, but could have equipped themselves with military-grade armament that was being held in cargo.

[Vacif]

Note: Insurrectionist on the Outlast are armed primarily with older weapons, but could have equipped themselves with military-grade armament that was being held in cargo.

So MA3's, and M40 Pistols?
I feel like they're armed with explosives, and we'll end up with some kind of stand off.

[Beiarusia]

So MA3's, and M40 Pistols?
I feel like they're armed with explosives, and we'll end up with some kind of stand off.

Yeah. On the fence about explosives. If they needed to blow everything up they could always just overload the ship's reactor.

[Ubaria]

So MA3's, and M40 Pistols?
I feel like they're armed with explosives, and we'll end up with some kind of stand off.

Yeah. On the fence about explosives. If they needed to blow everything up they could always just overload the ship's reactor.

Provided they knew how.....do they?

[Beiarusia]

Provided they knew how.....do they?

If they hijacked a ship they must have someone on board that is savvy in these kind of things. It would be like hijacking a plane and not having anyone who knew how t fly it. I'm sure that they possibly could, just might take them a little longer is all.

[Horizon Robotics]

Is this still open/active?

[Vacif]

Is this still open/active?

Yes.