Post by equak1287 on Aug 1, 2012 20:01:22 GMT -6
Note: This is not a Character Profile, and it is not completely finished yet.
Faction: UNSCMC
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: John "Dragon" Ferrell
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 205 pounds
Appearance: Out of Armor: Jet Black hair, Hazel eyes, A large scar on chest due to a rifle malfunction, A permanent burn mark on his right hand due to a plasma rifle testing session, he was firing it and it overheated, light tan, has a tattoo of a red dragon wrapped around a Broadsword running from shoulder to shoulder. He also has a large burn/scar starting at his upper left armpit and ending at his waist, he was attacked by an Elite with a energy sword it was a glancing blow that resulted in third degree burns and melted flesh. In Armor: He always wears his helmet, with a Infrared attachment, and Optical feed on either side of the helmet, He has a flash light on his right shoulder, he has a mag rack on his chest, simple first aid kit on his belt, B9 pistol holder on right side leg, Combat Knife and sheath on left shoulder, and a Ruck sack on his back.
Weapons: MA5C, M6 series handgun, Large curved serrated knife, 3 HEAP Grenades, 2 Flash bangs, and a M7 Submachine gun
Strengths: He can sprint long distances, he is proficient with rifles and most handguns, and he is a strong leader, very brave, leads by example and doesn't take bull crap from any of his troopers
Weaknesses: He enjoys his Brandy just a tad too much, he is short-tempered, and sometimes he has a tendency to be rash
Biography: John was born on a small vessel headed to Harvest. His mother was killed during child birth, and his father was a UNSC marine that went MIA when the camp he was stationed at got raided by rebels.......they only found his dog tags. For the next 10 years of his life he moved from orphanage to orphanage. Then around his 11th birthday he decided that he could make it on his own. He raised himself for the next two years, begging and stealing to survive. At around his 13th birthday his uncle tracked him down and took him to his family's manor on Earth. His uncle then proceeded to put him in a very prestigious school.
In school he hardly had any friends or had anyone to look up to except his uncle who was a judge for the Supreme Court. His uncle was more like a father to him than his real father. He constantly pampered him until; at age fourteen his Uncle told him of the family legacy, and what really happened to his father. One day John started routing through their huge basement, and found hundreds of letters that were all from the frontline in numerous wars. When later asked his Uncle told him the whole story of the Ferrell family, it turned out that almost every person in the Ferrell family had fought in a branch of the military, and were war heroes. Even his own Uncle served with the Marine Core as an Officer, in his youth. When pressed on the subject, his Uncle revealed that his father was taken prisoner by rebels while guarding a secret ONI operation on Harvest. The rebels tortured him for more information, before finally forcing him to swallow a remote det bomb and flying him to a large hospital ship. When they blew the bomb, it tore out the upper two layers and destroyed the cockpit. The main air tanks were also ruptured, sending shrapnel throughout the ship. The Innies flew a remote controlled shuttle packed full of explosives into the rear of the large ship. The ensuing explosion ignited the fuel tank, destroying the back portion of the ship. After Rescuers from the UNSCN came to help, the Innie terrorist's disappeared.
At fifteen years of age, he joined his high schools ROTC class, which he excelled in. After class one day, he met a girl named Danielle Mendez. As soon as they saw one another, they both knew that they were going to be good friends. They hung out every day for two years. When he was seventeen, he took her to the class senior prom and asked her out for the first time. Two years later, when he turned nineteen, he felt that he loved Danielle and decided to marry her. On a Sunday afternoon, he took her to a fancy restaurant, and proposed to her. She said yes, 10 months later they had their first child, Faith. Two months after Faith was born, he . So he decided to join the UNSCMC. He tried to be the best marine he could possibly be. With every year he was in the Marine Core his Rank....and kill count went up. Finally six years after his twentieth birthday he was promoted to staff sergeant and was shipped of to deal with a threat that made the Innies look like children.
NPCs:
Fire team Alpha
Staff Sergeant John "Dragon" Ferrall
-Position: Squad leader/Rifleman
Corporal David Ransfield
-Position: Rifleman, CQC
-Skills: Medium range weapons, hand to hand combat
-Appearance:6'2, crew cut, dark black hair, dark brown eyes, dark brown skin, carries a large ruck sack full of ammo, always has a helmet on
-Personality: Quiet, dark person, Smart,
Lance Corporal George Slatter
-Position: Heavy Support
-Skills: Light LMG support
-Appearance:5'8, Crew cut, light brown hair, light green eyes, white skin always has a helmet on carries a rack on the front of his breast plate that holds four one hundred round magazines
-Personality: Happy, cheerful, has a tendency to make dark jokes
-FNG: He was put in the squad after Clouse F. Clarkly was killed in action
PFC Farster B. Sarcade
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium weapons
-Appearance: Soft face, he is very very strong he likes to wear a baseball cap, and has a mag rack on the front of his armor
-Personality: Has a stony exterior, but has the heart of a child
-FNG: Was put in the squad after PFC Aster Romebeck was killed in action
Fire team Bravo
Sergeant Earl Ervin McClung
-Position: Marksman, Fire team Leader
-Skills: shooting, tracking, strong leader
-Appearance:5'9, Crew cut, Blond, Hazel eyes, slim, tanned skin prefers a Gilly helmet but will were a regular one, if he has to
-Personality: Usually happy, Bright, Motivated,
Lance Corporal Francis J. Mellet
-Position: Heavy Support
-Skills: Heavy weapons, and some small amount of medical field
training
-Appearance:5'7, short black hair, Dark Blue Eyes, Dark skin, always where's his Boony cap, has an ammo bag on the front of his armor, it can carry two one hundred round drums or eight grenades and two flash bangs, or two strobes
-Personality: Serious, knows when to place a joke,
Corporal Stanley F. Motowski
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium range weapons
-Appearance:6'1'', Crew cut, Brown, Blue eyes, slim, tanned skin prefers a Boony cap,
-Personality: Usually happy, the funny man of the group
Private First Class Lavon P. Reese
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, Dark skin, always where’s his helmet, has a shell rack on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: Has a good attitude...most of the time, has a southern accent
-FNG: Was placed in the squad after PFC Jeremy R. Marco was killed in action
Fire team Charlie
Sergeant Harvey G. Robinson
-Position: Rifleman, Fire team/ squad leader
-Skills: Leader ship, Rifle's
-Appearance:5'5, short spiky hair, Dark black hair, light hazy green eyes, brown skin, always where’s his helmet, he also has a radio on his back a portable laptop on his chest
-Personality: Has a joking personality, always has high moral,
Corporal Edward H. Stein
-Position: Rifleman, Radio Man
-Skills: Technology, Rifle's
-Appearance:5'7, Ginger hair crew cut, Dark brown eyes, brown skin, always where’s his helmet, he also has a radio on his back a portable laptop on his chest
-Personality: Has a stern personality
-FNG: Was placed in the squad after Isaac Benson was killed in action
Private First Class Raymond L. Ballew
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, Dark skin, always where’s his helmet, has a blast plate on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: Has a very positive joking attitude
-FNG: Was Placed in the squad after Traf Lexdown was killed
(Note: Lexdown was a personal friend of John's)
Private First Class Steve Smith
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, white skin, always where’s his helmet, has a mag rack on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: He is a very nice and has a happy personality
-FNG: Was put in the squad after Carl Ecstrom was killed
(Note: Charlie team took one more casualty; SPC Kara D. Reynold that was not filled
Fire Team Delta
Sergeant Carl L. Fenstermaker
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium range weapons
-Appearance:5'9'', Crew cut, Brown, Blue eyes, very small muscle wise, tanned skin prefers a helmet,
-Personality: Can always make the beast out of a bad situation
Lance Corporal Fernandez G. Tarold
-Position:Rifleman
-Skills:
-Appearance:5'6'', crew cut, Jet Black Hair, Dark green eyes, Soft hands/face/body, Always where's a helmet,
-Personality:Steadfast, Sturdy, dark, and quiet
Private Gerald L. Flurie
-Position:Heavy Support
-Skills:Point Defense, support
-Appearance:5'10'',crew cut, Always where's a helmet.
-Personality:Happy, cheerful
Private Richard R. Garrod
-Position:Heavy Support
-Skills:Heavy weapons, and some small amount of medical field
training
-Appearance:5'8, crew cut brown hair, Hazel Eyes, Tan skin, always where's his Boony cap, has an ammo bag on the front of his armor, it can carry five one hundred round drums, eight grenades and two flash bangs, or two strobes
-Personality:Very Serious
-FNG: He was put in the squad after Private First class Brian Szelsky was killed.
RP Sample:
John stood with a blank stare on his face as the D-77 (that was carrying him and his squad to their destination) entered atmo.This was not like most missions this was ,in his thoughts, "a suicidal rescue mission deep into a enemy held city on ". His squad was supposed to make a hole in the Covenant advance, toward a trapped ODST Fire team that was dropped in to recon the area. Due to faulty intelligence the ODST's got trapped, with very valuable Intel. The plan was that he and He had been having dreams about his death for the past couple of days.....he thought this mission would be his last. The D-77 finally came out of atmosphere and began the decent into the city square. Sergeant Robinson leaned over and said
"Umm Staff Sergeant let my fire team lead first go first...don't want to lose you in a ambush at the LZ"
"Sorry Robinson I always go first" then he added half to himself half to the veteran sergeant "I’ll be the first one in and the last one out.....even in a body bag........."
John looked his men over and thought to himself that he would not felt better equipped to tackle a mission, then he took out a picture of his family and rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. He looked up and and instantly he could feel the depression in the air, he yelled. (To liven up the mood)
"Retreat?"
His men's response came as one single wave
"HELL"
"RETREAT?"
"HELL"
"LETS GO BAG US SOME ELITE’s “John finished his morale boosting speech just in time to see the ready light turn from red to green and the D-77s Crew Chief opened the bay door, John yelled
"Everybody Move Out go go go!!!"
All of his men filed out of the Pelican and quickly sprinted toward a small wall. It was the best they could do short term. He and his men crouched behind the small wall for cover. Before John could even think about ordering his men into a defensive perimeter he heard the unmistakable sound of plasma firing. Suddenly the whole world opened up on his Squad. He quickly emptied his magazine in the general area of the enemy fire. He didn't even have to tell his men to return fire, they were already letting loose everything. Around five minutes in to the Minnie war there was a lull in the fighting, that John just couldn't not take advantage of. He quickly ordered his sergeants to him and started to issue orders to them.
"McClung, Robinson move around to the back of the fountain in this plaza and secure a strong defensive position, keep your fire teams close to me and....." He didn't have enough time to finish his sentence as three grunts came out of now where and started shooting plasma at him. He quickly dived out of the Grunts fire, pulled his side arm and put three rounds into one of the disgusting little creatures head. McClung and Robinson both simultaneously lifted their assault rifles and fired. Blowing one of the grunts to pieces, and igniting the others methane tank pulverizing it into blue-gray paste.
"Now as I was saying...keep your fire teams close to me and prepare to give the covies one helluva fight ...."
He watched as his men took up defensive positions and wondered how many of them would make it back to there family's, would he make back to his family? Quickly he was snapped out of his pondering as a fresh barrage of plasma buffeted the squad. He started to fire his gun, when he heard a private yelling his name over the roar of plasma and gunfire combined.
"Sir....SIR"
"What?!"
"Sir I-I have a visual on the enemy"
"God dammit private where?!"
"Fourth story in the building to the right"
He could see it clear as day four plasma turrets and at least twelve grunts shooting out of a row of windows.
“Focus your fire on the right hand building” he yelled to his men
"....SOMEONE GET ON THAT RADIO AND GET ME AIR SUPPORT!!" he yelled
His radio man started to talk to the support coordinator, after about a minute and a half looked back at John and yelled
"No can do staff sergeant.....we don't have any type of support vehicles in the area, and command does not want commit any strike craft due to a large anti air presence in the area "
"Wait.....
John sat down to reload his weapon "Crap…how will we ever get out of this mess" he thought to himself. He was snapped back into reality as a plasma bolt came dangerously close to his head, singing the top of his helmet black and heating the gel and foam inside
"....O.K lets try to clear the area for the convoy when it gets hear"
He pointed to Lexdown to take down the the building. Lexdown put down his MA5B and pulled the his SPNKr up to his shoulder and readied the fire switch. Just before he fired one of the plasma turrets turned toward his position and sprayed the whole fire team with molten hot plasma. The event happened, to John, in slow motion, Lexdown was hit twice in the mid section, once in his arm, and once on his leg spraying super heated blood and bone fragments everywhere. John stood up and watched breathlessly as one of his closest friends was struck down before his eyes. He sprinted threw the hell of the fire fight and slid to a stop beside his dead friend, tears swelled up in his eyes and he felt a sudden surge of anger. Against all of his training and better judgment he he took a swig from his “Little Bottle of Liquid Courage" and yelled
"O.K.....let’s put an end to this battle, remember your training and stick with me..." and as a side note he added "RETREAT?"
His men responded with "HELL"
Adrenaline pumping threw his veins John stood and started running/shooting toward the building with the alien soldiers, his men stood and ran with him in one single wave. He and his men ducked and weaved through cover as the turrets continued firing at them. The master sergeant stood from his cover and lobbed an HE grenade through the window of the building and yelled
"Grenade!!"
Instinctively all of his men ducked. Before John could find suitable cover, the grenade was tossed back out the window and landed in between him and the rest of the squad. Instantly Lance Corporal Isaac Benson jumped on the grenade. Benson shielded the rest of the squad from the explosion, lifting his body 4 feet off the ground and blowing shrapnel into him. Killing him in. John rushed to Benson and pulled his body out of the plasma fire. He knew there was nothing he could do for him. Still he felt responsible for his death. He knew that the only way that they could live through the rest of the battle was to continue forward. He motioned to his men to follow him and yelled
"RETREAT!!"
-His men responded with
"HELL!!"
He got up and charged threw the courtyard to the building. All the while the enemy's plasma falling on them like rain. Finally they made it to the door of the building, all of Johns men prepared to breach the wide door of the office building. John was in the lead, with his rifle ready he kicked the door in and instantly the air grew hotter as plasma flew past his head and hit the wall next to him. He located the source of the heated material, group of three grunts, leveled his weapon and shot in one strait line. One of the grunts methane tanks was ruptured sending it flying out the window, only to explode in a shower of burning body parts. The other two grunts were hit with hot armored piercing rounds. Blowing large chunks out of them, bluish blood splattered the walls and coated the floor. John advanced threw the scattered desks and wreckage. He kicked aside the corpses of the grunts and moved out of the small office work space and into what appeared to be the main lobby.
Instantly he realized his blunder as three pink needles slid past his head and slammed into the wall to his right. Quickly he dropped behind a over-turned desk, and fired his rifle blindly at his attackers. He peeked out over the desk, and could see a lance of Covenant troopers. It consisted of six grunts and three Brutes. Quickly he scanned the huge room for his men. He found his fire team pinned down behind a fake water fall in the center of the enormous room. He brought his rifle up easily to his shoulder and poured what was left of his magazine into the enemy's position. Two grunts instantly went down in a spray of florescent blue blood, the API rounds he was firing tore through the grunts, but had little effect against the brutes tough armor. One of the Brute Minor shifted its fire toward John, he ducked behind the desk as razor sharp super heated metal flew past his head. Suddenly, guided by some unknown force, John got up and sprinted away from the desk as it was enveloped by plasma. Reassured that everything behind the desk was destroyed the brute focused its fire back on his fire team. John emptied his magazine into a grunt blowing it to pieces with showers of blue blood. Instinctively he reached to his belt, pulled an HEAP Frag grenade and chucked it into the center of the lance. There was a loud BOOM accompanied by showers of fried alien flesh. John could hear his men laughing and cheering, when the door on the other side of the lobby was kicked open as fire team Charlie and Delta ran in. John strode across the lobby and looked at Sergeant Robinson
“Robinson… clear the top two floors and try to silence those goddamn turrets,” he said
“Yes sir, see you in a few” the sergeant replied, and with a wave of his hand and a few profanities him and his fire team were off pounding up the stairs
“Fenstermaker I want you and your fire team clearing every room on this floor, just to be safe” he said
“Yes sir” he replied, he turned gathered his fire team and jogged back the way he came.
Finally Bravo came in through a side door, McClung was limping, and his leg was coated in a layer of blood, Mellet had a spike sticking out of his arm and was helping Motowski walk with his good arm. John jogged over to them and glanced toward McClung. McClung straitened with a wince and said
“The shit is on a collision course with fan…sir”
“What the hell happened” he replied
“ A whole crap ton a covies around the back entrance ,” he gestured around his fire team with his hand “We had the misfortune of tangling with them…sir…we can’t leave such a large force like that on our ass, we tried to barricaded the doors as best we could but…”
“I understand…good work Sergeant, hold up in here…I’ll bring my fire team around and cut the bastards off, then we’ll all meet back here and regroup with the hell jumpers…then rendezvous with the convoy”
“Yes sir” McClung said with a grunt of pain
John turned round and yelled to his men
“Grab gear, get off your lazy asses and follow me”
He was answered by a few weary “Yes sirs” and chuckles; he grabbed his MA5B and jogged, with his men close behind, out the front entrance. After a good two minutes of jogging they reached the area were McClung engaged the enemy, John could see were the plasma melted the wall and floor, he could also see a fair amount of Covenant blood.
Aster Rombeck jogged ahead to were a grunt was torn in half
“Shit…this fool got gutted…..poor bastard” he said will he prodded it with the butt of his gun
John smirked and gave the corpse a quick kick
“Okay butterballs since you’re sooo worried about your covie friends, you can go scout outside for the rest of um”
“Yes sir” he replied with a grimace and took off down the narrow passageway and out through the door
A few moments later he jogged back to the entrance
“Well…what did you find?” he asked as he walked toward him
“Nothing much sir, just a few dead bodies….I think that the covies our gon...” Those were the last words PFC Aster Romebeck would ever say as a bolt of green plasma slammed into the back of his head searing through his helmet and blowing the back of his head apart. He fell forward a few feet under the impact and lay motion less.
“Shit, Shit..sniper!!” Clarkly yelled as he put a burst of MA5 rounds through the door
“Let’s get the hell outa here!!” John yelled as he turned on his heels and ran back to the stair well. As soon as he turned two more green bolts splashed the floor where he once stood. John and the rest of his fire team ran back to the main lobby, careful to avoid any windows. After a couple minutes of running they made it back, McClung and his men had set up a temporary barricade in the center of the Lobby, and were seated rifles ready. John ran in and gave McClung a quick glance, as he walked to the center of the lobby, Delta team ran in, and shortly after Charlie.
“Okay…everybody listen up, I have decided, in all my great wisdom, to make a stand here…. Know don’t be confused, this is not a last stand…..we just have to hold out till the convoy gets here” he looked to the radio man and asked “How long will that be?”
“Uhh…twenty minute’s sir” he replied
“Okay….we will take positions inside this barricade and wait for them to arrive….got it?”
All of his men said at once Yes Sir. They quickly set up a more permanent barricade then took positions around the assorted desks and chairs, waiting for the covenant to show up. They didn’t have to wait long. About five minutes later a brute in brown armor burst in through the door, and was instantly light up. Two more Brutes came in as the first one fell, and started firing. Razor sharp spikes flew past his head and struck something behind him. PFC Marcos stood and fired his GPMG over Johns head, and downed one of the other brutes. Suddenly a lance of six grunts, one brute, and two jackals burst in through one of the side doors. Marcos turned and fired at the lance, bringing down two grunts, painting there bluish blood on the wall. One of the jackals ducked and fired its needle rifle. Marcos ducked behind cover just as three glowing needles embedded themselves in the wall. John lifted his rifle to his shoulder and fired three rapid burst at the two jackals. Marcos stood up again and fired bring one of the jackals down with a spray of purple blood. One of the brutes shifted his fire on John’s position. Marcos went down screaming, as two spikes slammed into his mid section. The brute started to slowly walk toward the makeshift barricade, firing the entire time. John stood and fired his MA5C at the brute. The brute turned and fired three spikes at John, two hit home. John felt something hit hard into his shoulder and chest, and then he felt himself fall onto the floor. The next thing he heard was someone yell
“Staff Sergeant!!”
Then everything faded into blackness.
SPC Reynold ran through the hell of the battle to her Staff Sergeants side. She had seen the spike’s rip through the staff sergeants shoulder, and chest. She had finished off the grunt she was targeting and raced across barricade to his position. She grabbed a cartridge of bio-foam from her med kit and sprayed it into the jagged holes. Then signaled to a private that was shooting a bunch of grunts to help her lift the staff sergeant, ten minutes later SPC Reynold heard the whir of a chain gun spooling up, then the deafening roar of it firing. She and the Private carried the staff sergeant out to the courtyard, and the waiting convoy. The rest of the squad streamed out of the building with a few notable gaps, and loaded up into the APC’s. SPC Reynold waited for the wounded and the rest of her squad mates to load up before beginning to step up onto one of the APC’s, when she felt three needle sharp spikes slam into her back. She collapsed onto the ground with a spray of blood and a startled yelp. She heard a chain gun spool up and fire, and the screech of tires on asphalt, before she felt a large muscular paw grab her armor and pull her off the ground. She looked into the eyes of the brute for two seconds before saying weakly.
“Shit outa luck bastard…see you in hell”
She primed a grenade and let it dangle in her hand, the brute had enough time to make a few guttural barks at her before the grenade blew. SPC Reynold, savior of John Ferral was dead.
The APC’s that carried the marines made a beeline for a large military installation, and from there, via D77, to the frigate “Two for one”. There John recovered from his injuries, the empty positions in his squad were filled and they were sent off to fight another battle. John never forgot this day as the day he lost so many close friends. Forevermore he would blame himself for the deaths of his squad mates.
P.S. This is not finished, nor is it a character profile, also I would like some feedback on this, cause this could turn into a Character profile
Faction: UNSCMC
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Name: John "Dragon" Ferrell
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 6’1’’
Weight: 205 pounds
Appearance: Out of Armor: Jet Black hair, Hazel eyes, A large scar on chest due to a rifle malfunction, A permanent burn mark on his right hand due to a plasma rifle testing session, he was firing it and it overheated, light tan, has a tattoo of a red dragon wrapped around a Broadsword running from shoulder to shoulder. He also has a large burn/scar starting at his upper left armpit and ending at his waist, he was attacked by an Elite with a energy sword it was a glancing blow that resulted in third degree burns and melted flesh. In Armor: He always wears his helmet, with a Infrared attachment, and Optical feed on either side of the helmet, He has a flash light on his right shoulder, he has a mag rack on his chest, simple first aid kit on his belt, B9 pistol holder on right side leg, Combat Knife and sheath on left shoulder, and a Ruck sack on his back.
Weapons: MA5C, M6 series handgun, Large curved serrated knife, 3 HEAP Grenades, 2 Flash bangs, and a M7 Submachine gun
Strengths: He can sprint long distances, he is proficient with rifles and most handguns, and he is a strong leader, very brave, leads by example and doesn't take bull crap from any of his troopers
Weaknesses: He enjoys his Brandy just a tad too much, he is short-tempered, and sometimes he has a tendency to be rash
Biography: John was born on a small vessel headed to Harvest. His mother was killed during child birth, and his father was a UNSC marine that went MIA when the camp he was stationed at got raided by rebels.......they only found his dog tags. For the next 10 years of his life he moved from orphanage to orphanage. Then around his 11th birthday he decided that he could make it on his own. He raised himself for the next two years, begging and stealing to survive. At around his 13th birthday his uncle tracked him down and took him to his family's manor on Earth. His uncle then proceeded to put him in a very prestigious school.
In school he hardly had any friends or had anyone to look up to except his uncle who was a judge for the Supreme Court. His uncle was more like a father to him than his real father. He constantly pampered him until; at age fourteen his Uncle told him of the family legacy, and what really happened to his father. One day John started routing through their huge basement, and found hundreds of letters that were all from the frontline in numerous wars. When later asked his Uncle told him the whole story of the Ferrell family, it turned out that almost every person in the Ferrell family had fought in a branch of the military, and were war heroes. Even his own Uncle served with the Marine Core as an Officer, in his youth. When pressed on the subject, his Uncle revealed that his father was taken prisoner by rebels while guarding a secret ONI operation on Harvest. The rebels tortured him for more information, before finally forcing him to swallow a remote det bomb and flying him to a large hospital ship. When they blew the bomb, it tore out the upper two layers and destroyed the cockpit. The main air tanks were also ruptured, sending shrapnel throughout the ship. The Innies flew a remote controlled shuttle packed full of explosives into the rear of the large ship. The ensuing explosion ignited the fuel tank, destroying the back portion of the ship. After Rescuers from the UNSCN came to help, the Innie terrorist's disappeared.
At fifteen years of age, he joined his high schools ROTC class, which he excelled in. After class one day, he met a girl named Danielle Mendez. As soon as they saw one another, they both knew that they were going to be good friends. They hung out every day for two years. When he was seventeen, he took her to the class senior prom and asked her out for the first time. Two years later, when he turned nineteen, he felt that he loved Danielle and decided to marry her. On a Sunday afternoon, he took her to a fancy restaurant, and proposed to her. She said yes, 10 months later they had their first child, Faith. Two months after Faith was born, he . So he decided to join the UNSCMC. He tried to be the best marine he could possibly be. With every year he was in the Marine Core his Rank....and kill count went up. Finally six years after his twentieth birthday he was promoted to staff sergeant and was shipped of to deal with a threat that made the Innies look like children.
NPCs:
Fire team Alpha
Staff Sergeant John "Dragon" Ferrall
-Position: Squad leader/Rifleman
Corporal David Ransfield
-Position: Rifleman, CQC
-Skills: Medium range weapons, hand to hand combat
-Appearance:6'2, crew cut, dark black hair, dark brown eyes, dark brown skin, carries a large ruck sack full of ammo, always has a helmet on
-Personality: Quiet, dark person, Smart,
Lance Corporal George Slatter
-Position: Heavy Support
-Skills: Light LMG support
-Appearance:5'8, Crew cut, light brown hair, light green eyes, white skin always has a helmet on carries a rack on the front of his breast plate that holds four one hundred round magazines
-Personality: Happy, cheerful, has a tendency to make dark jokes
-FNG: He was put in the squad after Clouse F. Clarkly was killed in action
PFC Farster B. Sarcade
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium weapons
-Appearance: Soft face, he is very very strong he likes to wear a baseball cap, and has a mag rack on the front of his armor
-Personality: Has a stony exterior, but has the heart of a child
-FNG: Was put in the squad after PFC Aster Romebeck was killed in action
Fire team Bravo
Sergeant Earl Ervin McClung
-Position: Marksman, Fire team Leader
-Skills: shooting, tracking, strong leader
-Appearance:5'9, Crew cut, Blond, Hazel eyes, slim, tanned skin prefers a Gilly helmet but will were a regular one, if he has to
-Personality: Usually happy, Bright, Motivated,
Lance Corporal Francis J. Mellet
-Position: Heavy Support
-Skills: Heavy weapons, and some small amount of medical field
training
-Appearance:5'7, short black hair, Dark Blue Eyes, Dark skin, always where's his Boony cap, has an ammo bag on the front of his armor, it can carry two one hundred round drums or eight grenades and two flash bangs, or two strobes
-Personality: Serious, knows when to place a joke,
Corporal Stanley F. Motowski
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium range weapons
-Appearance:6'1'', Crew cut, Brown, Blue eyes, slim, tanned skin prefers a Boony cap,
-Personality: Usually happy, the funny man of the group
Private First Class Lavon P. Reese
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, Dark skin, always where’s his helmet, has a shell rack on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: Has a good attitude...most of the time, has a southern accent
-FNG: Was placed in the squad after PFC Jeremy R. Marco was killed in action
Fire team Charlie
Sergeant Harvey G. Robinson
-Position: Rifleman, Fire team/ squad leader
-Skills: Leader ship, Rifle's
-Appearance:5'5, short spiky hair, Dark black hair, light hazy green eyes, brown skin, always where’s his helmet, he also has a radio on his back a portable laptop on his chest
-Personality: Has a joking personality, always has high moral,
Corporal Edward H. Stein
-Position: Rifleman, Radio Man
-Skills: Technology, Rifle's
-Appearance:5'7, Ginger hair crew cut, Dark brown eyes, brown skin, always where’s his helmet, he also has a radio on his back a portable laptop on his chest
-Personality: Has a stern personality
-FNG: Was placed in the squad after Isaac Benson was killed in action
Private First Class Raymond L. Ballew
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, Dark skin, always where’s his helmet, has a blast plate on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: Has a very positive joking attitude
-FNG: Was Placed in the squad after Traf Lexdown was killed
(Note: Lexdown was a personal friend of John's)
Private First Class Steve Smith
-Position: Engineer, CQC, point guard
-Skills: Explosives, CQC, Demolition,
-Appearance:5'10, crew cut, Brown hair, white skin, always where’s his helmet, has a mag rack on the front of his armor and has a demo pouch
-Personality: He is a very nice and has a happy personality
-FNG: Was put in the squad after Carl Ecstrom was killed
(Note: Charlie team took one more casualty; SPC Kara D. Reynold that was not filled
Fire Team Delta
Sergeant Carl L. Fenstermaker
-Position: Rifleman
-Skills: Medium range weapons
-Appearance:5'9'', Crew cut, Brown, Blue eyes, very small muscle wise, tanned skin prefers a helmet,
-Personality: Can always make the beast out of a bad situation
Lance Corporal Fernandez G. Tarold
-Position:Rifleman
-Skills:
-Appearance:5'6'', crew cut, Jet Black Hair, Dark green eyes, Soft hands/face/body, Always where's a helmet,
-Personality:Steadfast, Sturdy, dark, and quiet
Private Gerald L. Flurie
-Position:Heavy Support
-Skills:Point Defense, support
-Appearance:5'10'',crew cut, Always where's a helmet.
-Personality:Happy, cheerful
Private Richard R. Garrod
-Position:Heavy Support
-Skills:Heavy weapons, and some small amount of medical field
training
-Appearance:5'8, crew cut brown hair, Hazel Eyes, Tan skin, always where's his Boony cap, has an ammo bag on the front of his armor, it can carry five one hundred round drums, eight grenades and two flash bangs, or two strobes
-Personality:Very Serious
-FNG: He was put in the squad after Private First class Brian Szelsky was killed.
RP Sample:
John stood with a blank stare on his face as the D-77 (that was carrying him and his squad to their destination) entered atmo.This was not like most missions this was ,in his thoughts, "a suicidal rescue mission deep into a enemy held city on ". His squad was supposed to make a hole in the Covenant advance, toward a trapped ODST Fire team that was dropped in to recon the area. Due to faulty intelligence the ODST's got trapped, with very valuable Intel. The plan was that he and He had been having dreams about his death for the past couple of days.....he thought this mission would be his last. The D-77 finally came out of atmosphere and began the decent into the city square. Sergeant Robinson leaned over and said
"Umm Staff Sergeant let my fire team lead first go first...don't want to lose you in a ambush at the LZ"
"Sorry Robinson I always go first" then he added half to himself half to the veteran sergeant "I’ll be the first one in and the last one out.....even in a body bag........."
John looked his men over and thought to himself that he would not felt better equipped to tackle a mission, then he took out a picture of his family and rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. He looked up and and instantly he could feel the depression in the air, he yelled. (To liven up the mood)
"Retreat?"
His men's response came as one single wave
"HELL"
"RETREAT?"
"HELL"
"LETS GO BAG US SOME ELITE’s “John finished his morale boosting speech just in time to see the ready light turn from red to green and the D-77s Crew Chief opened the bay door, John yelled
"Everybody Move Out go go go!!!"
All of his men filed out of the Pelican and quickly sprinted toward a small wall. It was the best they could do short term. He and his men crouched behind the small wall for cover. Before John could even think about ordering his men into a defensive perimeter he heard the unmistakable sound of plasma firing. Suddenly the whole world opened up on his Squad. He quickly emptied his magazine in the general area of the enemy fire. He didn't even have to tell his men to return fire, they were already letting loose everything. Around five minutes in to the Minnie war there was a lull in the fighting, that John just couldn't not take advantage of. He quickly ordered his sergeants to him and started to issue orders to them.
"McClung, Robinson move around to the back of the fountain in this plaza and secure a strong defensive position, keep your fire teams close to me and....." He didn't have enough time to finish his sentence as three grunts came out of now where and started shooting plasma at him. He quickly dived out of the Grunts fire, pulled his side arm and put three rounds into one of the disgusting little creatures head. McClung and Robinson both simultaneously lifted their assault rifles and fired. Blowing one of the grunts to pieces, and igniting the others methane tank pulverizing it into blue-gray paste.
"Now as I was saying...keep your fire teams close to me and prepare to give the covies one helluva fight ...."
He watched as his men took up defensive positions and wondered how many of them would make it back to there family's, would he make back to his family? Quickly he was snapped out of his pondering as a fresh barrage of plasma buffeted the squad. He started to fire his gun, when he heard a private yelling his name over the roar of plasma and gunfire combined.
"Sir....SIR"
"What?!"
"Sir I-I have a visual on the enemy"
"God dammit private where?!"
"Fourth story in the building to the right"
He could see it clear as day four plasma turrets and at least twelve grunts shooting out of a row of windows.
“Focus your fire on the right hand building” he yelled to his men
"....SOMEONE GET ON THAT RADIO AND GET ME AIR SUPPORT!!" he yelled
His radio man started to talk to the support coordinator, after about a minute and a half looked back at John and yelled
"No can do staff sergeant.....we don't have any type of support vehicles in the area, and command does not want commit any strike craft due to a large anti air presence in the area "
"Wait.....
John sat down to reload his weapon "Crap…how will we ever get out of this mess" he thought to himself. He was snapped back into reality as a plasma bolt came dangerously close to his head, singing the top of his helmet black and heating the gel and foam inside
"....O.K lets try to clear the area for the convoy when it gets hear"
He pointed to Lexdown to take down the the building. Lexdown put down his MA5B and pulled the his SPNKr up to his shoulder and readied the fire switch. Just before he fired one of the plasma turrets turned toward his position and sprayed the whole fire team with molten hot plasma. The event happened, to John, in slow motion, Lexdown was hit twice in the mid section, once in his arm, and once on his leg spraying super heated blood and bone fragments everywhere. John stood up and watched breathlessly as one of his closest friends was struck down before his eyes. He sprinted threw the hell of the fire fight and slid to a stop beside his dead friend, tears swelled up in his eyes and he felt a sudden surge of anger. Against all of his training and better judgment he he took a swig from his “Little Bottle of Liquid Courage" and yelled
"O.K.....let’s put an end to this battle, remember your training and stick with me..." and as a side note he added "RETREAT?"
His men responded with "HELL"
Adrenaline pumping threw his veins John stood and started running/shooting toward the building with the alien soldiers, his men stood and ran with him in one single wave. He and his men ducked and weaved through cover as the turrets continued firing at them. The master sergeant stood from his cover and lobbed an HE grenade through the window of the building and yelled
"Grenade!!"
Instinctively all of his men ducked. Before John could find suitable cover, the grenade was tossed back out the window and landed in between him and the rest of the squad. Instantly Lance Corporal Isaac Benson jumped on the grenade. Benson shielded the rest of the squad from the explosion, lifting his body 4 feet off the ground and blowing shrapnel into him. Killing him in. John rushed to Benson and pulled his body out of the plasma fire. He knew there was nothing he could do for him. Still he felt responsible for his death. He knew that the only way that they could live through the rest of the battle was to continue forward. He motioned to his men to follow him and yelled
"RETREAT!!"
-His men responded with
"HELL!!"
He got up and charged threw the courtyard to the building. All the while the enemy's plasma falling on them like rain. Finally they made it to the door of the building, all of Johns men prepared to breach the wide door of the office building. John was in the lead, with his rifle ready he kicked the door in and instantly the air grew hotter as plasma flew past his head and hit the wall next to him. He located the source of the heated material, group of three grunts, leveled his weapon and shot in one strait line. One of the grunts methane tanks was ruptured sending it flying out the window, only to explode in a shower of burning body parts. The other two grunts were hit with hot armored piercing rounds. Blowing large chunks out of them, bluish blood splattered the walls and coated the floor. John advanced threw the scattered desks and wreckage. He kicked aside the corpses of the grunts and moved out of the small office work space and into what appeared to be the main lobby.
Instantly he realized his blunder as three pink needles slid past his head and slammed into the wall to his right. Quickly he dropped behind a over-turned desk, and fired his rifle blindly at his attackers. He peeked out over the desk, and could see a lance of Covenant troopers. It consisted of six grunts and three Brutes. Quickly he scanned the huge room for his men. He found his fire team pinned down behind a fake water fall in the center of the enormous room. He brought his rifle up easily to his shoulder and poured what was left of his magazine into the enemy's position. Two grunts instantly went down in a spray of florescent blue blood, the API rounds he was firing tore through the grunts, but had little effect against the brutes tough armor. One of the Brute Minor shifted its fire toward John, he ducked behind the desk as razor sharp super heated metal flew past his head. Suddenly, guided by some unknown force, John got up and sprinted away from the desk as it was enveloped by plasma. Reassured that everything behind the desk was destroyed the brute focused its fire back on his fire team. John emptied his magazine into a grunt blowing it to pieces with showers of blue blood. Instinctively he reached to his belt, pulled an HEAP Frag grenade and chucked it into the center of the lance. There was a loud BOOM accompanied by showers of fried alien flesh. John could hear his men laughing and cheering, when the door on the other side of the lobby was kicked open as fire team Charlie and Delta ran in. John strode across the lobby and looked at Sergeant Robinson
“Robinson… clear the top two floors and try to silence those goddamn turrets,” he said
“Yes sir, see you in a few” the sergeant replied, and with a wave of his hand and a few profanities him and his fire team were off pounding up the stairs
“Fenstermaker I want you and your fire team clearing every room on this floor, just to be safe” he said
“Yes sir” he replied, he turned gathered his fire team and jogged back the way he came.
Finally Bravo came in through a side door, McClung was limping, and his leg was coated in a layer of blood, Mellet had a spike sticking out of his arm and was helping Motowski walk with his good arm. John jogged over to them and glanced toward McClung. McClung straitened with a wince and said
“The shit is on a collision course with fan…sir”
“What the hell happened” he replied
“ A whole crap ton a covies around the back entrance ,” he gestured around his fire team with his hand “We had the misfortune of tangling with them…sir…we can’t leave such a large force like that on our ass, we tried to barricaded the doors as best we could but…”
“I understand…good work Sergeant, hold up in here…I’ll bring my fire team around and cut the bastards off, then we’ll all meet back here and regroup with the hell jumpers…then rendezvous with the convoy”
“Yes sir” McClung said with a grunt of pain
John turned round and yelled to his men
“Grab gear, get off your lazy asses and follow me”
He was answered by a few weary “Yes sirs” and chuckles; he grabbed his MA5B and jogged, with his men close behind, out the front entrance. After a good two minutes of jogging they reached the area were McClung engaged the enemy, John could see were the plasma melted the wall and floor, he could also see a fair amount of Covenant blood.
Aster Rombeck jogged ahead to were a grunt was torn in half
“Shit…this fool got gutted…..poor bastard” he said will he prodded it with the butt of his gun
John smirked and gave the corpse a quick kick
“Okay butterballs since you’re sooo worried about your covie friends, you can go scout outside for the rest of um”
“Yes sir” he replied with a grimace and took off down the narrow passageway and out through the door
A few moments later he jogged back to the entrance
“Well…what did you find?” he asked as he walked toward him
“Nothing much sir, just a few dead bodies….I think that the covies our gon...” Those were the last words PFC Aster Romebeck would ever say as a bolt of green plasma slammed into the back of his head searing through his helmet and blowing the back of his head apart. He fell forward a few feet under the impact and lay motion less.
“Shit, Shit..sniper!!” Clarkly yelled as he put a burst of MA5 rounds through the door
“Let’s get the hell outa here!!” John yelled as he turned on his heels and ran back to the stair well. As soon as he turned two more green bolts splashed the floor where he once stood. John and the rest of his fire team ran back to the main lobby, careful to avoid any windows. After a couple minutes of running they made it back, McClung and his men had set up a temporary barricade in the center of the Lobby, and were seated rifles ready. John ran in and gave McClung a quick glance, as he walked to the center of the lobby, Delta team ran in, and shortly after Charlie.
“Okay…everybody listen up, I have decided, in all my great wisdom, to make a stand here…. Know don’t be confused, this is not a last stand…..we just have to hold out till the convoy gets here” he looked to the radio man and asked “How long will that be?”
“Uhh…twenty minute’s sir” he replied
“Okay….we will take positions inside this barricade and wait for them to arrive….got it?”
All of his men said at once Yes Sir. They quickly set up a more permanent barricade then took positions around the assorted desks and chairs, waiting for the covenant to show up. They didn’t have to wait long. About five minutes later a brute in brown armor burst in through the door, and was instantly light up. Two more Brutes came in as the first one fell, and started firing. Razor sharp spikes flew past his head and struck something behind him. PFC Marcos stood and fired his GPMG over Johns head, and downed one of the other brutes. Suddenly a lance of six grunts, one brute, and two jackals burst in through one of the side doors. Marcos turned and fired at the lance, bringing down two grunts, painting there bluish blood on the wall. One of the jackals ducked and fired its needle rifle. Marcos ducked behind cover just as three glowing needles embedded themselves in the wall. John lifted his rifle to his shoulder and fired three rapid burst at the two jackals. Marcos stood up again and fired bring one of the jackals down with a spray of purple blood. One of the brutes shifted his fire on John’s position. Marcos went down screaming, as two spikes slammed into his mid section. The brute started to slowly walk toward the makeshift barricade, firing the entire time. John stood and fired his MA5C at the brute. The brute turned and fired three spikes at John, two hit home. John felt something hit hard into his shoulder and chest, and then he felt himself fall onto the floor. The next thing he heard was someone yell
“Staff Sergeant!!”
Then everything faded into blackness.
SPC Reynold ran through the hell of the battle to her Staff Sergeants side. She had seen the spike’s rip through the staff sergeants shoulder, and chest. She had finished off the grunt she was targeting and raced across barricade to his position. She grabbed a cartridge of bio-foam from her med kit and sprayed it into the jagged holes. Then signaled to a private that was shooting a bunch of grunts to help her lift the staff sergeant, ten minutes later SPC Reynold heard the whir of a chain gun spooling up, then the deafening roar of it firing. She and the Private carried the staff sergeant out to the courtyard, and the waiting convoy. The rest of the squad streamed out of the building with a few notable gaps, and loaded up into the APC’s. SPC Reynold waited for the wounded and the rest of her squad mates to load up before beginning to step up onto one of the APC’s, when she felt three needle sharp spikes slam into her back. She collapsed onto the ground with a spray of blood and a startled yelp. She heard a chain gun spool up and fire, and the screech of tires on asphalt, before she felt a large muscular paw grab her armor and pull her off the ground. She looked into the eyes of the brute for two seconds before saying weakly.
“Shit outa luck bastard…see you in hell”
She primed a grenade and let it dangle in her hand, the brute had enough time to make a few guttural barks at her before the grenade blew. SPC Reynold, savior of John Ferral was dead.
The APC’s that carried the marines made a beeline for a large military installation, and from there, via D77, to the frigate “Two for one”. There John recovered from his injuries, the empty positions in his squad were filled and they were sent off to fight another battle. John never forgot this day as the day he lost so many close friends. Forevermore he would blame himself for the deaths of his squad mates.
P.S. This is not finished, nor is it a character profile, also I would like some feedback on this, cause this could turn into a Character profile
