Post by Christopher Reed on Jan 25, 2013 11:36:00 GMT -5
Name: Christopher Reed
Rank: Private First Class
Assignment:Infantry
Section: 1st Squad
Age: 18
Height:5'9
Weight: 130
Ethnicity: Irish and Russian Mixture, white
Years of Service: None, just signed up
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: None
Character's Kit:
M1 Personal Defence Weapon
M68C9 Assault Rifle
M1 Fragmentation Grenade
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame: Moderate build nothing that eye opening. Reed has brown hair and brown eyes. His jawline is very sharp and he keeps his hair very short, almost to the skin. He does not like his hair to get long at all. He has some muscle on him but it does not stand out.
Personality: Christopher is a niave person, although he dosen't think so. If someone says that the sky is purple, he'll believe them it dosen't matter what they tell him because he believes anything. However he makes up for this in his urge to help people. He believes in helping people due to his spirtual beliefs as a Christain. Hearing about the bombings on Hod made him realize that he was not helping people enough.
He is also a very social person and wants to be accepted by almost anyone he can. Trying to make friends for himself is easy and he is a great computer technican like his father. He likes to have a good time when he can, and tries to make jokes as well. His jokes are not as good as he would wish but someone in the room will at least smile or laugh a little. Christopher does not like it when people try to confront his religious beliefs, he is very stubborn about accepting other religions. Sometimes, technology will make him upset if he does not know how to use it, but more often then not this is just a passing anger.
History: Christopher was born on the planet Hod in the Gallaway system on March 11, 3340. His house hold was quite large and has two older brothers and a younger sister. Growing up on Hod, his mother Betsie was the owner of a chain of hotels in the city of Caragh Loughe. She was often away managing the hotel chain. His father Fredrick was a technician for one of the orbital space stations that serviced in coming starships that were dropping people off. After graduating highschool, Christopher was encouraged by his older brothers Mark and Matthew to join the Special Security Mercenaries. The pay was better but it didn't have everything that Christopher wanted.
He decided aganist his brother's wishes to join the Special Drop Corps instead. His little sister Anna did not want to see him go into service due to recent reports of ARM suicide bombings on Hod. His parents suggested that he go when there wasn't a insurrecton occuring but he decided aganist it. He was shipped off to Arcturus where he attended boot camp. He was selected to become a infantryman, which was fine with him. Christopher didn't care where he went as long as he could protect innocent people from getting killed or hurt Upon graduating, he was sent to the 4th Division and found himself in the 1st platoon of Kilo Company
Sample Roleplay: "You have been sent to me for a purpose!" the drill sergeant said. "I will make sure that each and every one of you that is worthy becomes a trooper in the Special Drop Corps." Christopher stood in single file line with the other recruits as the drill sergeant walked by him. He had on a plain grey uniform with a grey cap. The standard boot camp uniform. He and his platoon were curently inside the barracks. It was the third day and the current time was 0649. The lights inside the barracks were extremly bright even for the other recruits. Each bunk was inside the wall, and he was on the third of the "bunks". Each bunk had a ladder next to it for the occupants to get inside and outside, it also had a small door for the person to open and close during the night.
"Reed!" the drill sergeant screamed at him as he was at attention. He straightned up. "Can you tell me why as to your compartment door will not close!" he said and pointed behind him to his bunk compartment door. It was the only door that would not close. "Sir, I tried to get into the system and make it close faster then it had been doing eariler. It was too slow for my own tastes!" he said honsetly. " You decided to tamper with government equipment? Well then, Tthe entire platoon will pay for this. Everyone, down on the floor and give me one hundered sit ups now! On the double!" Christopher got down on the floor and started to do his pushups.
Rank: Private First Class
Assignment:Infantry
Section: 1st Squad
Age: 18
Height:5'9
Weight: 130
Ethnicity: Irish and Russian Mixture, white
Years of Service: None, just signed up
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: None
Character's Kit:
M1 Personal Defence Weapon
M68C9 Assault Rifle
M1 Fragmentation Grenade
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame: Moderate build nothing that eye opening. Reed has brown hair and brown eyes. His jawline is very sharp and he keeps his hair very short, almost to the skin. He does not like his hair to get long at all. He has some muscle on him but it does not stand out.
Personality: Christopher is a niave person, although he dosen't think so. If someone says that the sky is purple, he'll believe them it dosen't matter what they tell him because he believes anything. However he makes up for this in his urge to help people. He believes in helping people due to his spirtual beliefs as a Christain. Hearing about the bombings on Hod made him realize that he was not helping people enough.
He is also a very social person and wants to be accepted by almost anyone he can. Trying to make friends for himself is easy and he is a great computer technican like his father. He likes to have a good time when he can, and tries to make jokes as well. His jokes are not as good as he would wish but someone in the room will at least smile or laugh a little. Christopher does not like it when people try to confront his religious beliefs, he is very stubborn about accepting other religions. Sometimes, technology will make him upset if he does not know how to use it, but more often then not this is just a passing anger.
History: Christopher was born on the planet Hod in the Gallaway system on March 11, 3340. His house hold was quite large and has two older brothers and a younger sister. Growing up on Hod, his mother Betsie was the owner of a chain of hotels in the city of Caragh Loughe. She was often away managing the hotel chain. His father Fredrick was a technician for one of the orbital space stations that serviced in coming starships that were dropping people off. After graduating highschool, Christopher was encouraged by his older brothers Mark and Matthew to join the Special Security Mercenaries. The pay was better but it didn't have everything that Christopher wanted.
He decided aganist his brother's wishes to join the Special Drop Corps instead. His little sister Anna did not want to see him go into service due to recent reports of ARM suicide bombings on Hod. His parents suggested that he go when there wasn't a insurrecton occuring but he decided aganist it. He was shipped off to Arcturus where he attended boot camp. He was selected to become a infantryman, which was fine with him. Christopher didn't care where he went as long as he could protect innocent people from getting killed or hurt Upon graduating, he was sent to the 4th Division and found himself in the 1st platoon of Kilo Company
Sample Roleplay: "You have been sent to me for a purpose!" the drill sergeant said. "I will make sure that each and every one of you that is worthy becomes a trooper in the Special Drop Corps." Christopher stood in single file line with the other recruits as the drill sergeant walked by him. He had on a plain grey uniform with a grey cap. The standard boot camp uniform. He and his platoon were curently inside the barracks. It was the third day and the current time was 0649. The lights inside the barracks were extremly bright even for the other recruits. Each bunk was inside the wall, and he was on the third of the "bunks". Each bunk had a ladder next to it for the occupants to get inside and outside, it also had a small door for the person to open and close during the night.
"Reed!" the drill sergeant screamed at him as he was at attention. He straightned up. "Can you tell me why as to your compartment door will not close!" he said and pointed behind him to his bunk compartment door. It was the only door that would not close. "Sir, I tried to get into the system and make it close faster then it had been doing eariler. It was too slow for my own tastes!" he said honsetly. " You decided to tamper with government equipment? Well then, Tthe entire platoon will pay for this. Everyone, down on the floor and give me one hundered sit ups now! On the double!" Christopher got down on the floor and started to do his pushups.
