Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2012 19:18:34 GMT -5
Name:} Sigismund Godfred
Rank:} Sergeant
Assignment:} Squad Leader
Section:} 2nd Squad, 1st Platoon
Callsign: Reaper
Age: 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 166lbs
Years of service: 6 years
Injuries received in the line of duty:
-A large scar running down his chest from when slashed by an enemy blade.
-Two third degree burn scars left on his back from plasma fire.
-A bullet wound in his upper right shoulder.
Character's Kit:
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor: His armor has a custom paint job on the helmet and chest armor. The helmet has been painted to look like a skull (earned him the Callsign Reaper), and on the chest piece he has his units emblem painted on the center. When in the artic combat areas he wears a scarf that matchs the colour of the area they are in.
M68C9 Assault Rifle: Has a red dot sight, along with a laser pointer. His name and the number of kills he has are carved into his weapon's butt.
Standard service pistol: 9mm
U.C.H.P.S.D.T. Bayanet.
Frame:
Sigismund is a handsome man who stands 6'1" and weights 166lbs. He is well built and is well toned. He has a good bit of wounds through his previous engagments during his service with the the Drop troopers. He has dark blue eyes that show how scared he is after seeing countless die on other worlds. He has short messy dyed silver hair; his natural hair colour is blonde. Many who see him can tell that he's seen combat before, and know not to bring up his previous tours. He is also an earthling.
clothing:
For clothing when off duty he usually wears a styled hoddy, and tan cargo pants or white cargo pants. He wears a pair of black skate shoes, and always wears black socks. Under his hoddy he usually wear either a white or black t-shirt. He also wears a silver cross around his neck along with his dog tags. He also wears a pair of black military sunglasses. Always keeps his service pistol on him at all times hidden under his hoddy.
Personality:William likes to do things the way he wants in a good number of things when pretaining to battle, and leading troops. Although he still follows orders, he doesn't complete them the way his CO wants half the time, but rather in a way that suits him. He tends to change the way he acts from being friendly, and kind to pissed off, or quiet. He also likes to suduce random people in cities or small towns, and villages in order to have a good time when he's off duty. He doesn't get mad easy, making him one of the few who can take a few punches without reacting. He is also known for talking a lot, and trying to make new friends when he's really board. He is an all out friendly guy who is living life to the fulliest and is doing everything he can to insure that everyone remembers him for his carefree and funny ways. He'd rather have people smile when he is dead rather than cry. He plans to go out smiling as well.
History: Born in 3328 in Calgary, Canada (or what was Canada). His parents were highly respected members of their community. Sigismund's father was a high ranking officer in the military and was one of the most highly repected members of the military. He had a large number of decorations on the left side of his chest along with the many service ribbons of the many tours he had been on during his service. He is the main reason which helped influnce Sigismund into joining the military when he was out of school. Sigismund's childhood was a pretty good one, he was taught to be nice and went to a normal school like all the other kids. He did the same lessons and he went through the same dislike of being in school like everyone else at his age. He was also one of the few to get nothing but A's on his work all through Elementry school. He was considered to be an intelligent child. Many teachers suggested his parents put him into a school for the gifted. His parents refused of course not wanting their son to become some spoiled child who thought he was smarter and or better than everyone, and to protect him from being bullied later on in life.
When he was in junior high he kept up with his high grades often just getting just below 100%. He was also one of the most popular kids at his school. He was liked by a good number of others, and his teachers were often always speaking highly of him. He lived and acted like he was just living life to the fulliest, and was doing everything he could to make sure he had everything he would need for a good future later on in life, just like his parents wanted. He was happy with his life, and was by no means a trouble maker. He did do some illegal things like enter unfinished houses, make smoke bombs, and even made a home made flame thrower. Which of course he was never caught doing these things. Most of the police in his area were friends of his parents so even if they caught him they'd just tell him not to do it again.
His highschool life was much the same save for the fact his father was putting pressure on him to join the military. So reluctantly he joined the reserves on Earth and from there got a good job, training, and was getting in shape. He was actually pretty happy being in the military. So he knew what he wanted to do in the future so he kept to doing what he did best, and when graduation came and school was over he clapped his hands and sighed up to join the regular military in order to leave the planet and go see others. However his father had a better idea for him which turned out to be in favour of what Sigimsund wanted to do anyways. He was quickly placed into the SDT program and sent away for training to become an elite. He was one of the happiest men alive that day when he was leaving to start his life.
A year later being part of the drop troops he was turning out to show a lot of promise, and had already signed up for his first tour. His CO's were rather impressed how he handled himself off world, and in combat. He was made to be a drop trooper that much was for certain. So as he continued on with his career as a Drop trooper he was making friends, and enjoying life basically. He knew that a Drop trooper may be well trained by they weren't immortal and could still die. He'd seen a good bit of it already on his first tour. He already witnessed the death of two of his closest friends already and the deaths of a good number of Marines, and militia troops. He'd also taken a good bit of lives. Even if they weren't human it was still a life, and he felt bad for taking someone elses life. He's still human after all.
After another two years of service and four more tours Sigismund had become a vet, and knew a good bit to keep himself alive for awhile if it came down to it. He was also one of the more or so liked guys around the ship he was posted to along with the other Drop Troopers. He was doing what had been for years. Enjoying life as much as he could. Then came the operation Hell-fire. The operation was supposed to be a small, quick, and easy mission to take back a small civilian spacestation and save the captives being held by a large group of ex-Marine forces. The mission as usual was supposed to have the S.D.T.'s to drop in first and secure a foothold to allow the cruiser to send a small task force of Marine's to come in and help the S.D.T.'s to complete the mission. However things didn't go as planned.
Sigismund was a newly promoted Lance Stromer, and had been made a Shift leader. He knew what to do and how to handle himself and his troops. He was in command of 4 S.D.T. troopers. 2 male 2 female. Sigismund was also close friends with the three, and knew they'd do well along side him. They knew how each other worked. So when they loaded up onto their transport with the rest of their Force. They did the usual last minute weapons, and ammo check before launch. Once everything was in order Sigismund and the rest of the Force headed towards their objective. They were the only S.D.T. Troopers to be sent in, due to the Commanding officer thinking one would be enough to secure a foot hold. However the enemy knew they were coming despite the stealth systems that had been engaged. Sigismund and his fellow battle brothers and sisters were unaware of this however. Of course they were ready for such a thing but they weren't expecting it. Nor had their Force leader really taken the time to come up with a back up plan for such a problem. In a way they were going in blind. Sigismund's Senior Phase had told him already he had a bad feeling about the mission. He had listened and had taken steps to ensure his brothers and sisters would get out in one peace. So when the shuttle docked the S.D.T.'s did what they were trained to do and quickly took point and made sure the area was secure. However when the first Shift made their way to secure the outside they were met with a volley of heavy enemy fire. Sigismund's Shift was pinned near the ship but couldn't move. The rest of the Force was also in shambles. The Force leader was also pinned a bit infront of the shuttle's cockpit which had housed the pilots. One of which had been killed by the first volly of heavy weapons fire along with the first two members of the first Shift team. Shit had hit the fan and Sigismund and the rest of the Force knew they had to take action so they went through with their counter attack. The fire-fight lasted near 2 hours, and had taken the lives of one two Shift teams, and five wounded. Sigismund was one of the wounded. He had been shot in the right shoulder by stray enemy rifle fire near the end of the battle. When the smoke cleared and the foothold secure the Marine's came in along with a shuttle to take the wounded and dead back to the Cruiser. Sigismund had chosen to stay until the operation was complete however, so the medic's patched him up best they could and kept close watch over him.
After the operation had been completed and the civilians rescued and safe. A small UCHD Fleet came in to help secure the rest of the space near the station. The mission had its losses with 10 Marines killed in action, 20 Marine's wounded, 8 U.C.H.D.S.D.T. were killed in action, 5 S.D.T.'s wounded, and 1 pilot killed in action. All in all there were 19 U.C.H.D. Troops going home in boxes, and 25 out on medical leave. Sigismund was one of them, and he took full advantage of his time. After healing up he was transferred to a newly formed unit named the 32nd Honored Bothers who were stationed on the Dauntless Fury.
A year later while on a combat mission on the training world of the UCHD's Drop Corp. He was promoted to the rank of Sergeant and put in command of the 1st Platoon 2nd Squad, and has remained their squad Sergeant since his promotion.
Sample Roleplay: This is from another site, but this is basically how I post, although most times its longer.
Casual Post 1-
William was bored. He had little to do, or think of for that matter. He had come back from pissing off Fausta yet again this time he was missing his right hand. He wasn't to happy about that but he just ignored that, and moved on. He moved around the base making every effort to look for someone to either talk to, or bother; which ever came first. So far though there was no one. Everyone seemed to be away either on a quick strike mission or just doing a few things before the Major came by for a visit. William thought about the Major for a second and smirked. The man was like a hero to William, after all he kept Millennium running for all those years, and had been like a father figure to him, and most of the other soldiers. William knew he would make his Major proud by pushing himself to finished his missions in the most bloodiest of ways that showed his spirit, and loyalty to his leader. "I hope the my brothers and sisters are going to show the Major their loyalty to him by making a bloody mess." William mummbled to himself as he walked down the halls. William then slid his hands into his pockets and looked up at the ceiling. "How is it that we are still unknown even though we have attacked a good number of locations. They must think its someone else. Yes that must be the case." William thought to himself as he walked on. William was wearing his black cap, with the broken silver skull and crossbones. He was also wearing his black trench coat. He was bored.
annoyed Post 2-
William had been walking around for a good while, and once again he had found no one to talk to, bother, or question. William headed towards a small table in a lounge area. When he sat down he hit his head hard against the table, face first. "Ow~" Sigismund whimpered jokingly. He was not to happy with how things were turning out this day, and he was even more pissed to know he wasn't out on a small raid or able to have some 'Free time' in the nearby town. He was hungry, and so far he had only that crappy animal shit to drink. He wasn't happy with drinking that crap at all. He wanted some real blood, the good stuff. Of course he couldn't get any from Fausta because he didn't know if she'd even give him some of hers. He knew she had some locked away, just... he didn't know where. He then popped his head up from the table. "YES! I got it! I'll beg Fausta to give me some, I'll just use my god like looks to help." Sigismund announced alound with his finger up in the air. William then frowned and scratched the back of his head under his cap. "No, that won't work she most likely won't..." William sighed. William just shook his head and stood up from his table. "Alright time for me to stop dragging my feet and go do something." William said trying to motivate himself. Then with that he ran down the hall.
Battle Post 3-
After running down the halls at almost full speed he found someone. He was one of the soldiers under his command. William smiled, and threw his hand back and lowered his back and charged the man. The solder quickly turned around in time to jump above William. William laughed, and spun around and jumped up after the man. William smirked as he saw the soldier smile. This was going to be a fun little scrap between friends. William was going to make sure to enjoy himself now. He had a lot of time to kill, and he had nothing better to do so a small practice fight would do his body good. William soon smashed into the man, sending them barreling down towards the ground. They were both laughed like mad men when they hit the floor hard. William then pulled up and threw his fist down at the mans face. The man quickly moved his face a bit dodging the attack, then he sent a counter attack to Williams left ribs. William saw this coming and quickly used all of his strength and speed to roll away. William then bolted it down the halls and towards the practice area. Once there William stopped and turned around to see the man come charging at him. William likewise charged at him. As he grew closer he formed a fist and sent it flying towards the mans face. William's opponent did like wise, and sent a fist flying towards William's face. They both hit their marks, and the two men where sent backwards on to their backs. William quickly recovered and threw himself up and towards the man. The man smiled, as William jumped on him kneeing him in the gut. The man then spat out in pain from the blow. William then went on to hammer the mans face. The man put up a good defence before he finally kicked William off of him, and sent him down on to his back. The man tried the same thing as William but William quickly countered by throwing his feet into the mans chest. The man was sent into a small backflip and landed on his face hard. William then rolled over top of the man and finished him off with a swift punch to the spin.
After recovering from their wounds, they both looked at each other, and began to laugh. They had fun, most likely the most fun all night.
Rank:} Sergeant
Assignment:} Squad Leader
Section:} 2nd Squad, 1st Platoon
Callsign: Reaper
Age: 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 166lbs
Years of service: 6 years
Injuries received in the line of duty:
-A large scar running down his chest from when slashed by an enemy blade.
-Two third degree burn scars left on his back from plasma fire.
-A bullet wound in his upper right shoulder.
Character's Kit:
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor: His armor has a custom paint job on the helmet and chest armor. The helmet has been painted to look like a skull (earned him the Callsign Reaper), and on the chest piece he has his units emblem painted on the center. When in the artic combat areas he wears a scarf that matchs the colour of the area they are in.
M68C9 Assault Rifle: Has a red dot sight, along with a laser pointer. His name and the number of kills he has are carved into his weapon's butt.
Standard service pistol: 9mm
U.C.H.P.S.D.T. Bayanet.
Frame:
Sigismund is a handsome man who stands 6'1" and weights 166lbs. He is well built and is well toned. He has a good bit of wounds through his previous engagments during his service with the the Drop troopers. He has dark blue eyes that show how scared he is after seeing countless die on other worlds. He has short messy dyed silver hair; his natural hair colour is blonde. Many who see him can tell that he's seen combat before, and know not to bring up his previous tours. He is also an earthling.
clothing:
For clothing when off duty he usually wears a styled hoddy, and tan cargo pants or white cargo pants. He wears a pair of black skate shoes, and always wears black socks. Under his hoddy he usually wear either a white or black t-shirt. He also wears a silver cross around his neck along with his dog tags. He also wears a pair of black military sunglasses. Always keeps his service pistol on him at all times hidden under his hoddy.
Personality:William likes to do things the way he wants in a good number of things when pretaining to battle, and leading troops. Although he still follows orders, he doesn't complete them the way his CO wants half the time, but rather in a way that suits him. He tends to change the way he acts from being friendly, and kind to pissed off, or quiet. He also likes to suduce random people in cities or small towns, and villages in order to have a good time when he's off duty. He doesn't get mad easy, making him one of the few who can take a few punches without reacting. He is also known for talking a lot, and trying to make new friends when he's really board. He is an all out friendly guy who is living life to the fulliest and is doing everything he can to insure that everyone remembers him for his carefree and funny ways. He'd rather have people smile when he is dead rather than cry. He plans to go out smiling as well.
History: Born in 3328 in Calgary, Canada (or what was Canada). His parents were highly respected members of their community. Sigismund's father was a high ranking officer in the military and was one of the most highly repected members of the military. He had a large number of decorations on the left side of his chest along with the many service ribbons of the many tours he had been on during his service. He is the main reason which helped influnce Sigismund into joining the military when he was out of school. Sigismund's childhood was a pretty good one, he was taught to be nice and went to a normal school like all the other kids. He did the same lessons and he went through the same dislike of being in school like everyone else at his age. He was also one of the few to get nothing but A's on his work all through Elementry school. He was considered to be an intelligent child. Many teachers suggested his parents put him into a school for the gifted. His parents refused of course not wanting their son to become some spoiled child who thought he was smarter and or better than everyone, and to protect him from being bullied later on in life.
When he was in junior high he kept up with his high grades often just getting just below 100%. He was also one of the most popular kids at his school. He was liked by a good number of others, and his teachers were often always speaking highly of him. He lived and acted like he was just living life to the fulliest, and was doing everything he could to make sure he had everything he would need for a good future later on in life, just like his parents wanted. He was happy with his life, and was by no means a trouble maker. He did do some illegal things like enter unfinished houses, make smoke bombs, and even made a home made flame thrower. Which of course he was never caught doing these things. Most of the police in his area were friends of his parents so even if they caught him they'd just tell him not to do it again.
His highschool life was much the same save for the fact his father was putting pressure on him to join the military. So reluctantly he joined the reserves on Earth and from there got a good job, training, and was getting in shape. He was actually pretty happy being in the military. So he knew what he wanted to do in the future so he kept to doing what he did best, and when graduation came and school was over he clapped his hands and sighed up to join the regular military in order to leave the planet and go see others. However his father had a better idea for him which turned out to be in favour of what Sigimsund wanted to do anyways. He was quickly placed into the SDT program and sent away for training to become an elite. He was one of the happiest men alive that day when he was leaving to start his life.
A year later being part of the drop troops he was turning out to show a lot of promise, and had already signed up for his first tour. His CO's were rather impressed how he handled himself off world, and in combat. He was made to be a drop trooper that much was for certain. So as he continued on with his career as a Drop trooper he was making friends, and enjoying life basically. He knew that a Drop trooper may be well trained by they weren't immortal and could still die. He'd seen a good bit of it already on his first tour. He already witnessed the death of two of his closest friends already and the deaths of a good number of Marines, and militia troops. He'd also taken a good bit of lives. Even if they weren't human it was still a life, and he felt bad for taking someone elses life. He's still human after all.
After another two years of service and four more tours Sigismund had become a vet, and knew a good bit to keep himself alive for awhile if it came down to it. He was also one of the more or so liked guys around the ship he was posted to along with the other Drop Troopers. He was doing what had been for years. Enjoying life as much as he could. Then came the operation Hell-fire. The operation was supposed to be a small, quick, and easy mission to take back a small civilian spacestation and save the captives being held by a large group of ex-Marine forces. The mission as usual was supposed to have the S.D.T.'s to drop in first and secure a foothold to allow the cruiser to send a small task force of Marine's to come in and help the S.D.T.'s to complete the mission. However things didn't go as planned.
Sigismund was a newly promoted Lance Stromer, and had been made a Shift leader. He knew what to do and how to handle himself and his troops. He was in command of 4 S.D.T. troopers. 2 male 2 female. Sigismund was also close friends with the three, and knew they'd do well along side him. They knew how each other worked. So when they loaded up onto their transport with the rest of their Force. They did the usual last minute weapons, and ammo check before launch. Once everything was in order Sigismund and the rest of the Force headed towards their objective. They were the only S.D.T. Troopers to be sent in, due to the Commanding officer thinking one would be enough to secure a foot hold. However the enemy knew they were coming despite the stealth systems that had been engaged. Sigismund and his fellow battle brothers and sisters were unaware of this however. Of course they were ready for such a thing but they weren't expecting it. Nor had their Force leader really taken the time to come up with a back up plan for such a problem. In a way they were going in blind. Sigismund's Senior Phase had told him already he had a bad feeling about the mission. He had listened and had taken steps to ensure his brothers and sisters would get out in one peace. So when the shuttle docked the S.D.T.'s did what they were trained to do and quickly took point and made sure the area was secure. However when the first Shift made their way to secure the outside they were met with a volley of heavy enemy fire. Sigismund's Shift was pinned near the ship but couldn't move. The rest of the Force was also in shambles. The Force leader was also pinned a bit infront of the shuttle's cockpit which had housed the pilots. One of which had been killed by the first volly of heavy weapons fire along with the first two members of the first Shift team. Shit had hit the fan and Sigismund and the rest of the Force knew they had to take action so they went through with their counter attack. The fire-fight lasted near 2 hours, and had taken the lives of one two Shift teams, and five wounded. Sigismund was one of the wounded. He had been shot in the right shoulder by stray enemy rifle fire near the end of the battle. When the smoke cleared and the foothold secure the Marine's came in along with a shuttle to take the wounded and dead back to the Cruiser. Sigismund had chosen to stay until the operation was complete however, so the medic's patched him up best they could and kept close watch over him.
After the operation had been completed and the civilians rescued and safe. A small UCHD Fleet came in to help secure the rest of the space near the station. The mission had its losses with 10 Marines killed in action, 20 Marine's wounded, 8 U.C.H.D.S.D.T. were killed in action, 5 S.D.T.'s wounded, and 1 pilot killed in action. All in all there were 19 U.C.H.D. Troops going home in boxes, and 25 out on medical leave. Sigismund was one of them, and he took full advantage of his time. After healing up he was transferred to a newly formed unit named the 32nd Honored Bothers who were stationed on the Dauntless Fury.
A year later while on a combat mission on the training world of the UCHD's Drop Corp. He was promoted to the rank of Sergeant and put in command of the 1st Platoon 2nd Squad, and has remained their squad Sergeant since his promotion.
Sample Roleplay: This is from another site, but this is basically how I post, although most times its longer.
Casual Post 1-
William was bored. He had little to do, or think of for that matter. He had come back from pissing off Fausta yet again this time he was missing his right hand. He wasn't to happy about that but he just ignored that, and moved on. He moved around the base making every effort to look for someone to either talk to, or bother; which ever came first. So far though there was no one. Everyone seemed to be away either on a quick strike mission or just doing a few things before the Major came by for a visit. William thought about the Major for a second and smirked. The man was like a hero to William, after all he kept Millennium running for all those years, and had been like a father figure to him, and most of the other soldiers. William knew he would make his Major proud by pushing himself to finished his missions in the most bloodiest of ways that showed his spirit, and loyalty to his leader. "I hope the my brothers and sisters are going to show the Major their loyalty to him by making a bloody mess." William mummbled to himself as he walked down the halls. William then slid his hands into his pockets and looked up at the ceiling. "How is it that we are still unknown even though we have attacked a good number of locations. They must think its someone else. Yes that must be the case." William thought to himself as he walked on. William was wearing his black cap, with the broken silver skull and crossbones. He was also wearing his black trench coat. He was bored.
annoyed Post 2-
William had been walking around for a good while, and once again he had found no one to talk to, bother, or question. William headed towards a small table in a lounge area. When he sat down he hit his head hard against the table, face first. "Ow~" Sigismund whimpered jokingly. He was not to happy with how things were turning out this day, and he was even more pissed to know he wasn't out on a small raid or able to have some 'Free time' in the nearby town. He was hungry, and so far he had only that crappy animal shit to drink. He wasn't happy with drinking that crap at all. He wanted some real blood, the good stuff. Of course he couldn't get any from Fausta because he didn't know if she'd even give him some of hers. He knew she had some locked away, just... he didn't know where. He then popped his head up from the table. "YES! I got it! I'll beg Fausta to give me some, I'll just use my god like looks to help." Sigismund announced alound with his finger up in the air. William then frowned and scratched the back of his head under his cap. "No, that won't work she most likely won't..." William sighed. William just shook his head and stood up from his table. "Alright time for me to stop dragging my feet and go do something." William said trying to motivate himself. Then with that he ran down the hall.
Battle Post 3-
After running down the halls at almost full speed he found someone. He was one of the soldiers under his command. William smiled, and threw his hand back and lowered his back and charged the man. The solder quickly turned around in time to jump above William. William laughed, and spun around and jumped up after the man. William smirked as he saw the soldier smile. This was going to be a fun little scrap between friends. William was going to make sure to enjoy himself now. He had a lot of time to kill, and he had nothing better to do so a small practice fight would do his body good. William soon smashed into the man, sending them barreling down towards the ground. They were both laughed like mad men when they hit the floor hard. William then pulled up and threw his fist down at the mans face. The man quickly moved his face a bit dodging the attack, then he sent a counter attack to Williams left ribs. William saw this coming and quickly used all of his strength and speed to roll away. William then bolted it down the halls and towards the practice area. Once there William stopped and turned around to see the man come charging at him. William likewise charged at him. As he grew closer he formed a fist and sent it flying towards the mans face. William's opponent did like wise, and sent a fist flying towards William's face. They both hit their marks, and the two men where sent backwards on to their backs. William quickly recovered and threw himself up and towards the man. The man smiled, as William jumped on him kneeing him in the gut. The man then spat out in pain from the blow. William then went on to hammer the mans face. The man put up a good defence before he finally kicked William off of him, and sent him down on to his back. The man tried the same thing as William but William quickly countered by throwing his feet into the mans chest. The man was sent into a small backflip and landed on his face hard. William then rolled over top of the man and finished him off with a swift punch to the spin.
After recovering from their wounds, they both looked at each other, and began to laugh. They had fun, most likely the most fun all night.
