Post by Rhaze Jason Hunter on Jan 19, 2012 19:09:00 GMT -5
Name:} Rhaze Jason Hunter
Rank:} Lance Corporal
Assignment:} Infantryman/Riflemen
Section:}2nd Squad, 1st Fireteam riflemen
Age: 27
Height: 6'0
Weight: 189
Years of service: 3
Injuries received in the line of duty:
-During basic, he broke his left arm twice
-Lost a tooth after basic. Since then it has been replaced
Character's Kit:
-M201 Tactical Shotgun
-M68C9 Assault Rifle
-A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame:
Jet black short cut hair with dark blue eyes and a decent muscle build to him. When speaking he has a light Irish accent, though even getting a word out of him is normally very rare depending on the situation.
His face has its fair share of scars, one being across his left eye and the last running from slightly over his lips an to the halfway point of his neck.
Personality:
In personality wise Rhaze has shown more of a liking for actions, and less of words. During combat he is not known to talk much at all, this also goes for non-combat. He seems to be rather cold, putting the mission first, but taking death unnaturally hard.
Over his years of service he has become a rather grizzled soldier and knows how and when to take care of himself, some time he is known to play the "Lone Wolf".
History:
Born on Earth, Rhaze was a child to a middle classed family and lived a rather normal uneventful life. He was always the quiet one of the family and never made many friends throughout his younger years. Upon becoming a teenager, his Father left to join the Military, and was not fortunate enough to return home.
Rhaze did not show any sign of caring after learning this, and his life went on. But in truth: he wanted to continue what his father started. As soon as he left school he joined with the Military.
Rhaze went through basic with in a year with high marks in CQC. After being assigned, he kept his normal attitude of quietness. To the dismay of his NCOs and superiors. After a few shit storms, some combat, and transfers over two years, Rhaze found himself in a growing relationship with one of his squad mates.
Rhaze went on with his life, not really bothering to do anything big anywhere, just another faceless infantry soldier.
Sample Roleplay:
Rhaze had his back to the wall he was using as cover, Shotgun out and ready. fire erupted from the other area and bullets bounced about everywhere. Leaving the team might not have been a good idea at this point but hey, Lead said they needed to split up.
More bullets flew towards him and he thought for a moment, peeking around quickly to check the situation.
Two men with assault rifles, one with a LMG.... This was not going to be easy on Rhaze it seemed. But he was a soldier, and this was his job.
Lifting a grenade from h is belt, squeezing the bar, and pulling the pen he quickly threw it around the wall.
When the explosive went off Rhaze peeked around again.
Took out all three of them it seemed. So Rhaze made sure his weaponry was loaded and jogged on down the hallway, peeking in to rooms as he ran. There was noting on the radio playing out, and nothing around him that was remotely interesting as he moved through the building.
Growling slightly when he heard voices down the hallway he dived into the nearest office.
"Ya' hear anything?"
Two shadows loomed on the wall outside the doorway, Rhaze held his breath and slowly moved to hide behind the office desk.
"Nah, your crazy."
The second one answered. They each walked past the room and Rhaze stood and slipped out of the room. Moving up behind the one that was farthest back and drawing his knife.
Reaching around and covering his mouth her drove his knife into his neck. In the process, he let out a dying yelp.. Which his friend heard.
Rhaze didn't give him a chance, popping up his shotgun and fired off a shell into his chest. The men groaned and flew back in a twist. Rhaze walked over to stand next to him and kicked him over onto his back so he could see his face. Loading a fresh shell into his shotgun and cocking it.
The man begged and pleaded... Rhaze lifted his shotgun....
*Boom*
Blood splattered, and the shot echoed.
Rhaze looked up and down the hallway, hearing the click of feet coming down the hall... Cursing in his head he looked back and fourth down two more hallways and that is when he saw a possible exit, it was not idle however. Sprinting forward he came to the rather... Extreme Exit.
He was three stories up... The building was decorated to have a curve that connected to the ground however, under him was nothing but concrete and stone. Looking back he saw the shadows move down the halls closer, cursing again.
Rhaze charged through the window and began sliding down on his back. Bullets flew past him as he slid. When he came closer to the ground he held up his shotgun and fired into the glass. Falling and tumbling into the building on the bottom floor he landed dead on his face.
Looking up, and pushing himself to his feet he grabbed his shotgun from the ground and moved down the hall...
'Damn all these halls look the same...' Rhaze thought as he ran, looking around for any way out. He could already hear the pounding of feet coming down the steps.
So, running on down the hall and into a random office he found himself eying a window. He smirked and drove his shoulder into it twice before it broke outward and he fell the few feet it was above the grass, landing and rolling to his feet as he forced himself up in his armor.
As soon as he turned he had two guns trained on him.
Cursing once again Rhaze dropped his shotgun and held his hands up... A voice came over the radio, a fairly familiar one at that.
"Pick one, I'll get the other..." the female voice said in his ear.
Rhaze had to react fast, moving up as if o allow himself to be chained he quickly headbutted the man and stunned him, before the other reacted a sniper bullet tore through his head.
Rhaze brought his knee into the last ones gut and quickly snatched up his shotgun, holding it right to the last guards face and firing off a round.
The man pulled back in a back flip and let out one last yelp before dying. Turning his head and looking up toward where the sniper was, he saw her.
"Thank you kindly, Von, lets move up." rhaze nodded, reloaded, and moved on.
Rank:} Lance Corporal
Assignment:} Infantryman/Riflemen
Section:}2nd Squad, 1st Fireteam riflemen
Age: 27
Height: 6'0
Weight: 189
Years of service: 3
Injuries received in the line of duty:
-During basic, he broke his left arm twice
-Lost a tooth after basic. Since then it has been replaced
Character's Kit:
-M201 Tactical Shotgun
-M68C9 Assault Rifle
-A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame:
Jet black short cut hair with dark blue eyes and a decent muscle build to him. When speaking he has a light Irish accent, though even getting a word out of him is normally very rare depending on the situation.
His face has its fair share of scars, one being across his left eye and the last running from slightly over his lips an to the halfway point of his neck.
Personality:
In personality wise Rhaze has shown more of a liking for actions, and less of words. During combat he is not known to talk much at all, this also goes for non-combat. He seems to be rather cold, putting the mission first, but taking death unnaturally hard.
Over his years of service he has become a rather grizzled soldier and knows how and when to take care of himself, some time he is known to play the "Lone Wolf".
History:
Born on Earth, Rhaze was a child to a middle classed family and lived a rather normal uneventful life. He was always the quiet one of the family and never made many friends throughout his younger years. Upon becoming a teenager, his Father left to join the Military, and was not fortunate enough to return home.
Rhaze did not show any sign of caring after learning this, and his life went on. But in truth: he wanted to continue what his father started. As soon as he left school he joined with the Military.
Rhaze went through basic with in a year with high marks in CQC. After being assigned, he kept his normal attitude of quietness. To the dismay of his NCOs and superiors. After a few shit storms, some combat, and transfers over two years, Rhaze found himself in a growing relationship with one of his squad mates.
Rhaze went on with his life, not really bothering to do anything big anywhere, just another faceless infantry soldier.
Sample Roleplay:
Rhaze had his back to the wall he was using as cover, Shotgun out and ready. fire erupted from the other area and bullets bounced about everywhere. Leaving the team might not have been a good idea at this point but hey, Lead said they needed to split up.
More bullets flew towards him and he thought for a moment, peeking around quickly to check the situation.
Two men with assault rifles, one with a LMG.... This was not going to be easy on Rhaze it seemed. But he was a soldier, and this was his job.
Lifting a grenade from h is belt, squeezing the bar, and pulling the pen he quickly threw it around the wall.
When the explosive went off Rhaze peeked around again.
Took out all three of them it seemed. So Rhaze made sure his weaponry was loaded and jogged on down the hallway, peeking in to rooms as he ran. There was noting on the radio playing out, and nothing around him that was remotely interesting as he moved through the building.
Growling slightly when he heard voices down the hallway he dived into the nearest office.
"Ya' hear anything?"
Two shadows loomed on the wall outside the doorway, Rhaze held his breath and slowly moved to hide behind the office desk.
"Nah, your crazy."
The second one answered. They each walked past the room and Rhaze stood and slipped out of the room. Moving up behind the one that was farthest back and drawing his knife.
Reaching around and covering his mouth her drove his knife into his neck. In the process, he let out a dying yelp.. Which his friend heard.
Rhaze didn't give him a chance, popping up his shotgun and fired off a shell into his chest. The men groaned and flew back in a twist. Rhaze walked over to stand next to him and kicked him over onto his back so he could see his face. Loading a fresh shell into his shotgun and cocking it.
The man begged and pleaded... Rhaze lifted his shotgun....
*Boom*
Blood splattered, and the shot echoed.
Rhaze looked up and down the hallway, hearing the click of feet coming down the hall... Cursing in his head he looked back and fourth down two more hallways and that is when he saw a possible exit, it was not idle however. Sprinting forward he came to the rather... Extreme Exit.
He was three stories up... The building was decorated to have a curve that connected to the ground however, under him was nothing but concrete and stone. Looking back he saw the shadows move down the halls closer, cursing again.
Rhaze charged through the window and began sliding down on his back. Bullets flew past him as he slid. When he came closer to the ground he held up his shotgun and fired into the glass. Falling and tumbling into the building on the bottom floor he landed dead on his face.
Looking up, and pushing himself to his feet he grabbed his shotgun from the ground and moved down the hall...
'Damn all these halls look the same...' Rhaze thought as he ran, looking around for any way out. He could already hear the pounding of feet coming down the steps.
So, running on down the hall and into a random office he found himself eying a window. He smirked and drove his shoulder into it twice before it broke outward and he fell the few feet it was above the grass, landing and rolling to his feet as he forced himself up in his armor.
As soon as he turned he had two guns trained on him.
Cursing once again Rhaze dropped his shotgun and held his hands up... A voice came over the radio, a fairly familiar one at that.
"Pick one, I'll get the other..." the female voice said in his ear.
Rhaze had to react fast, moving up as if o allow himself to be chained he quickly headbutted the man and stunned him, before the other reacted a sniper bullet tore through his head.
Rhaze brought his knee into the last ones gut and quickly snatched up his shotgun, holding it right to the last guards face and firing off a round.
The man pulled back in a back flip and let out one last yelp before dying. Turning his head and looking up toward where the sniper was, he saw her.
"Thank you kindly, Von, lets move up." rhaze nodded, reloaded, and moved on.
