Post by petemitchell on Feb 23, 2012 15:44:35 GMT -5
Name: Peter Neil Mitchell
Rank:} Corporal
Assignment:} Heavy Weapons Infantryman
Section:} Second Squad
Age: 29
Height: 6'3
Weight: 195lbs
Years of service: Six
Injuries received in the line of duty: Minor scarring to right cheek.
Character's Kit:
Weapons:
M27A1 Carbine
Caliber: 6.8x45mm
Rounds Per Magazine: 30
Firing Modes: Semi/Full Automatic
M1 Personal Defense Weapon
Caliber: 9x19 Parabellum
Rounds Per Magazine: 15
Firing Modes: Semi Automatic
M1 Fragmentation Grenades
Equipment:
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Personal:
Photograph of Dana
Frame:
Mitchell is a tall, fairly broad shouldered man standing at six foot three inches and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds. His hair is trimmed short, almost naturally spiked at the front and is dark brown in colouration. Mitchell's eyes are a shade of hazel, lending themselves slightly more towards a green colour. Sporting a small scar on his right cheek, he keeps his face clean shaven but despite this a slightly unshaven look always seems present.
Personality:
A quiet man, Mitchell was raised with a positive, hard working attitude. He is loyal, and would not betray a friend's trust. Often known to keep himself to himself, he sports a good sense of humour, never minding if he becomes the focus of the joke. He functions with his parent’s positive philosophy that negativity will get you nowhere. Mitchell is devoted to his wife, she being the main reason he found his way into the armed forces. Mitchell also speaks with a pronounced British accent.
History:
Pete Mitchell, the only son of Karen and George Mitchell was born on Karrus. Both his parents were miners, part of the effort to try and locate resources beneath Karrus' surface. An arduous task that bore no fruit, eventually forcing both his parents to become construction workers as the mining effort on Karrus rapidly died away.
Mitchell grew up in that atmosphere, building your future and never giving in. Learning that "If you don't bother today, tomorrow you'll only look back and say what if?"
Construction was not his calling; he was however an avid artist, often spending his childhood hours scrawling all over books and various surfaces, but that life would not come to be. Nobody particularly cared for Karrus, it was a backwater which held no particular value to anybody and Mitchell consigned himself to the fact that he was more than likely never going to leave.
Mitchell found work as a maintenance tech, these guys were the unfortunates. The ones who would have to head out, often into the middle of nowhere to fix up particularly ancient tech. Nobody wanted the job, as such the pay was decent enough, but it was hardly what’d you’d describe as a living wage. As such Mitchell’s life continued doing just that for numerous years, without much sign of change.
However things changed with the arrival of Dana, her family moved to Karrus, with the latest batch of colonists who were attempting to get some worth from Karrus’ desolate landscape. The two rapidly struck up a friendship and as the years progressed it only grew stronger. Aged twenty-three, Mitchell took a massive gamble and purposed to Dana. She accepted and within six months the pair had married, it was a ceremony hardly worth writing home about. Meagre wages meant an equally meagre service, plus there were hardly any nice honeymoon spots on Karrus. Yet despite all this their married life was exceedingly happy. However life on Karrus was not, barely making ends meet Mitchell had to make some rather life changing decisions. Tech work was paying but the job was now becoming rather outdated, the lack of work on Karrus meant he had to look off world. That search led him towards enlistment.
The Military offered a pay that, compared to his previous wage was more than generous. Combine it with the family support; it would get the couple above water in no time. Dana, although seriously against the idea, eventually relented and agreed that they needed to do something. Her pay as a electronics tech was equally as dreadful. So the Military beckoned and less than a month after his twenty fourth birthday, enlistment came and Mitchell left Karrus.
Sample Roleplay:
"It's knackered" Mitchell mumbled to himself as he climbed down from the balcony. Jumping the last few inches, his boots hit the dirt and he wiped his forehead, gazing back up at the pylon.
Mike sighed running his hand across his already dirty hair, "Dare I even ask what is wrong with it?"
"Somebody was a little too eager on the controls, when they were realigning these panels. The whole upper section is a complete write off, top it off with four cracked lower panels also" Mitchell replied folding his arms and staring up at the pylon’s array.
"GREAT! JUST GREAT!" Mike yelled, flinging his arms high in rage, "WHO THE BLOODY HELL USED THIS LAST!?" he huffed and put his head in his hands.
"You know on second thought, don't answer that"
The pair both stood for a moment examining the array, the wind was picking up a little and the dust swirled around their ankles.
"Can we fix it?" Mike asked, the hopelessness in his voice clearly evident.
Mitchell was already laughing in amusement at Mike’s antics, and he allowed himself the pleasure of a laugh before replying:
"I said it was a write off, I didn't say it was a definitive write off" Mitchell grinned, Mike chuckled to himself and nodded
"We'll need to get those guys from Teraforming in to replace the cracked panels" Mitchell continued, "Otherwise, just need you to rewire those controls and I'll get on realigning the platform"
The pair set to work, Mike working the console and Pete cutting free the cracked panels for replacement.
"So when do you leave?" Mike suddenly asked as the wind picked up, blowing the dust from Karrus’ surface about them.
"A week tomorrow" Mitchell replied as he abseiled down the tower slightly and readied himself to cut the panel free.
"I'm going to have fun without you here aren't I?"
"Needs must unfortunately" Mitchell replied, as the debts, Dana, Military service, Karrus, the future and a host of other things started playing on his mind.
"Shield your eyes" he said, before flipping down his visor.
Personal Jacket: }Leave Blank
Rank:} Corporal
Assignment:} Heavy Weapons Infantryman
Section:} Second Squad
Age: 29
Height: 6'3
Weight: 195lbs
Years of service: Six
Injuries received in the line of duty: Minor scarring to right cheek.
Character's Kit:
Weapons:
M27A1 Carbine
Caliber: 6.8x45mm
Rounds Per Magazine: 30
Firing Modes: Semi/Full Automatic
M1 Personal Defense Weapon
Caliber: 9x19 Parabellum
Rounds Per Magazine: 15
Firing Modes: Semi Automatic
M1 Fragmentation Grenades
Equipment:
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Personal:
Photograph of Dana
Frame:
Mitchell is a tall, fairly broad shouldered man standing at six foot three inches and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds. His hair is trimmed short, almost naturally spiked at the front and is dark brown in colouration. Mitchell's eyes are a shade of hazel, lending themselves slightly more towards a green colour. Sporting a small scar on his right cheek, he keeps his face clean shaven but despite this a slightly unshaven look always seems present.
Personality:
A quiet man, Mitchell was raised with a positive, hard working attitude. He is loyal, and would not betray a friend's trust. Often known to keep himself to himself, he sports a good sense of humour, never minding if he becomes the focus of the joke. He functions with his parent’s positive philosophy that negativity will get you nowhere. Mitchell is devoted to his wife, she being the main reason he found his way into the armed forces. Mitchell also speaks with a pronounced British accent.
History:
Pete Mitchell, the only son of Karen and George Mitchell was born on Karrus. Both his parents were miners, part of the effort to try and locate resources beneath Karrus' surface. An arduous task that bore no fruit, eventually forcing both his parents to become construction workers as the mining effort on Karrus rapidly died away.
Mitchell grew up in that atmosphere, building your future and never giving in. Learning that "If you don't bother today, tomorrow you'll only look back and say what if?"
Construction was not his calling; he was however an avid artist, often spending his childhood hours scrawling all over books and various surfaces, but that life would not come to be. Nobody particularly cared for Karrus, it was a backwater which held no particular value to anybody and Mitchell consigned himself to the fact that he was more than likely never going to leave.
Mitchell found work as a maintenance tech, these guys were the unfortunates. The ones who would have to head out, often into the middle of nowhere to fix up particularly ancient tech. Nobody wanted the job, as such the pay was decent enough, but it was hardly what’d you’d describe as a living wage. As such Mitchell’s life continued doing just that for numerous years, without much sign of change.
However things changed with the arrival of Dana, her family moved to Karrus, with the latest batch of colonists who were attempting to get some worth from Karrus’ desolate landscape. The two rapidly struck up a friendship and as the years progressed it only grew stronger. Aged twenty-three, Mitchell took a massive gamble and purposed to Dana. She accepted and within six months the pair had married, it was a ceremony hardly worth writing home about. Meagre wages meant an equally meagre service, plus there were hardly any nice honeymoon spots on Karrus. Yet despite all this their married life was exceedingly happy. However life on Karrus was not, barely making ends meet Mitchell had to make some rather life changing decisions. Tech work was paying but the job was now becoming rather outdated, the lack of work on Karrus meant he had to look off world. That search led him towards enlistment.
The Military offered a pay that, compared to his previous wage was more than generous. Combine it with the family support; it would get the couple above water in no time. Dana, although seriously against the idea, eventually relented and agreed that they needed to do something. Her pay as a electronics tech was equally as dreadful. So the Military beckoned and less than a month after his twenty fourth birthday, enlistment came and Mitchell left Karrus.
Sample Roleplay:
"It's knackered" Mitchell mumbled to himself as he climbed down from the balcony. Jumping the last few inches, his boots hit the dirt and he wiped his forehead, gazing back up at the pylon.
Mike sighed running his hand across his already dirty hair, "Dare I even ask what is wrong with it?"
"Somebody was a little too eager on the controls, when they were realigning these panels. The whole upper section is a complete write off, top it off with four cracked lower panels also" Mitchell replied folding his arms and staring up at the pylon’s array.
"GREAT! JUST GREAT!" Mike yelled, flinging his arms high in rage, "WHO THE BLOODY HELL USED THIS LAST!?" he huffed and put his head in his hands.
"You know on second thought, don't answer that"
The pair both stood for a moment examining the array, the wind was picking up a little and the dust swirled around their ankles.
"Can we fix it?" Mike asked, the hopelessness in his voice clearly evident.
Mitchell was already laughing in amusement at Mike’s antics, and he allowed himself the pleasure of a laugh before replying:
"I said it was a write off, I didn't say it was a definitive write off" Mitchell grinned, Mike chuckled to himself and nodded
"We'll need to get those guys from Teraforming in to replace the cracked panels" Mitchell continued, "Otherwise, just need you to rewire those controls and I'll get on realigning the platform"
The pair set to work, Mike working the console and Pete cutting free the cracked panels for replacement.
"So when do you leave?" Mike suddenly asked as the wind picked up, blowing the dust from Karrus’ surface about them.
"A week tomorrow" Mitchell replied as he abseiled down the tower slightly and readied himself to cut the panel free.
"I'm going to have fun without you here aren't I?"
"Needs must unfortunately" Mitchell replied, as the debts, Dana, Military service, Karrus, the future and a host of other things started playing on his mind.
"Shield your eyes" he said, before flipping down his visor.
Personal Jacket: }Leave Blank
