Post by john on Sept 1, 2007 20:09:52 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: John "Grimm" Garetts
Age: 32
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): muscular
Hair: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Height: 6' 2" (1.88 m)
Skin Tone: Tan
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): John hates anyone who believes they are better than him, unless they can prove it. He is fine to follow, and he really hates to be a leader, so he would actually prefer to work alone. His father was a bit too overly fond of hitting while training him, so now he has a short temper, and if he snaps, its best to just run away. He also hates the word Mercenary, his father beat him once for saying it, it was a disgrace. He much prefers the term, marine for hire.
Background (a paragraph at least): John is a marine by birth, he lives to fight, and to shoot. He never rests and is always searching for a new way to train. He only knew his father as sir, and he never actually met his mother. Whenever he asked about her he was punished, and now he absolutely hates anyone and everyone who thinks they are higher than he is, unless they are prepared to prove it. He usually works alone, because he has learned that working with others can help, or it can destroy how a job goes down.
Career/Occupation: Mercenary/Marine For Hire
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: The highest bidder.
Talents/Special Abilities: slightly increased reflexes, incredible marksman-ship.
Likes:Money, and guns.
Dislikes: Loud mouths, and people with chips on their shoulders.
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…) He is normally wearing a tactical vest, it may not be used by the alliance anymore, or anyone else for that matter, but he has seen too many people die without them. He has a special Alliance automatic rifle.
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) John sat up, it was another night alone, and he was ok with it. He thought back to the last alliance job he accepted, or his old captain accepted. It was supposed to be an easy job, just check out a research facility on a outer rim planet called Miranda, he knew about the reavers being made there, and how they had done something there once before, so he had been skeptical, but no one wanted to hear it. When they arrived they had thought the alliance, or someone was up to something. There was only a few people there, and most of the base seemed to be deserted, until they found the reavers. The alliance gave them brand new assault rifles, and they worked wonders on the reavers, but sadly it wasn't enough, John was the only one to make it off of Miranda alive out of his crew, He wanted to give the alliance up, but they had paid him to never tell a soul what he had seen, and money always made him keep his word, right or wrong. John got up, he couldn't sit still whenever he thought of all that happened that night, he decided to take a quick walk around the engine room, and the bridge, make sure everything was alright.
Name: John "Grimm" Garetts
Age: 32
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): muscular
Hair: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Height: 6' 2" (1.88 m)
Skin Tone: Tan
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): John hates anyone who believes they are better than him, unless they can prove it. He is fine to follow, and he really hates to be a leader, so he would actually prefer to work alone. His father was a bit too overly fond of hitting while training him, so now he has a short temper, and if he snaps, its best to just run away. He also hates the word Mercenary, his father beat him once for saying it, it was a disgrace. He much prefers the term, marine for hire.
Background (a paragraph at least): John is a marine by birth, he lives to fight, and to shoot. He never rests and is always searching for a new way to train. He only knew his father as sir, and he never actually met his mother. Whenever he asked about her he was punished, and now he absolutely hates anyone and everyone who thinks they are higher than he is, unless they are prepared to prove it. He usually works alone, because he has learned that working with others can help, or it can destroy how a job goes down.
Career/Occupation: Mercenary/Marine For Hire
Alliance or Browncoat or Neither: The highest bidder.
Talents/Special Abilities: slightly increased reflexes, incredible marksman-ship.
Likes:Money, and guns.
Dislikes: Loud mouths, and people with chips on their shoulders.
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…) He is normally wearing a tactical vest, it may not be used by the alliance anymore, or anyone else for that matter, but he has seen too many people die without them. He has a special Alliance automatic rifle.
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) John sat up, it was another night alone, and he was ok with it. He thought back to the last alliance job he accepted, or his old captain accepted. It was supposed to be an easy job, just check out a research facility on a outer rim planet called Miranda, he knew about the reavers being made there, and how they had done something there once before, so he had been skeptical, but no one wanted to hear it. When they arrived they had thought the alliance, or someone was up to something. There was only a few people there, and most of the base seemed to be deserted, until they found the reavers. The alliance gave them brand new assault rifles, and they worked wonders on the reavers, but sadly it wasn't enough, John was the only one to make it off of Miranda alive out of his crew, He wanted to give the alliance up, but they had paid him to never tell a soul what he had seen, and money always made him keep his word, right or wrong. John got up, he couldn't sit still whenever he thought of all that happened that night, he decided to take a quick walk around the engine room, and the bridge, make sure everything was alright.