Futuristic Operation SHATTERED SKY - Character Applications

[Viper Actual]

CHARACTER SHEET:

(Faceclaim- NO ANIME)
Name:
Rank: (See here for help)
ONI Service ID: (ONI-SRG-XXXX) / UNSC Service ID: (UNSC-MAR//ST-XXXX)
Service Tag: (ABC)
DoB/Age:
Sex:
Physical Description:
Role: (E.g. Demolitions, Breacher, Technician, Communications etc.)
Biography:

Example #1:


Name: "Black"
Rank: Captain/Senior Agent
ONI Service ID: ONI-SRG-5517
Service Tag: BLK
DoB/Age: 35 years old
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Fit, strong build.
Role: Supervising ONI Agent
Biography: Black is a senior ONI agent and somewhat of a veteran with ONI Section Three's Sensitive Recovery Group. In the field he directs SRG operations though in reality he holds no real sway over any accompanying military units, Spartans or otherwise. He is driven by unknown factors though he will repeatedly refer to the Covenant as "fucking bastards", hinting to a somewhat personal hostility against them.

Example #2:



Name: "Grey"
Rank: Second Lieutenant/Agent
ONI Service ID: ONI-SRG-3339
Service Tag: GRY
DoB/Age: 25 years old
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Slender but fit. Minor scarring on face, left forearm and back consistent with known Insurrectionist interrogation-methods.
Role: ONI Intelligence Specialist
Biography: A child of the outer colonies, Grey is anything but a supporter of the Insurrection. With both parents having been part of the UEG colonial administration only a select few know the exact details of Grey's childhood and past. That being said, prior to the Covenant's rapid advancements she was deep undercover with a Insurrection cell when ONI operatives alongside a Spartan II stormed in to save her life.

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[Worthlessplebian]

Name: Joseph "Joey" King;

Rank: CPT.

ONI Service ID: ONI-SRG-1567 - ONI Agent of Section I;

Service Tag: KNG;

DoB/Age: March 11th 2506/ 28 years old;

Sex: Male;

Physical Description: Physically fit, though not as much of a gym-goer as the ODST, his hair and beard are almost never under regulation. Ears are big and oval, the nose is wide with a straight ridge. 5'10" (aka 177 cm), 149.14 lbs (aka 68.350 kg), always wears either a red bandana or brownish-tanned shemagh. Has a tribalistic tattoo on his left arm. Hazel coloured eyes, his beard is a shade darker than his brown hair.

Role: Comms Specialist and ONI Agent in charge of Information Gathering/Information Censorship as well;

Biography:
Born on one of the Outer Colony planets, Joseph or Josef, as his father called him, was the son of rebels who fought against the UNSC's and the Office of Naval Intelligence's vicious attempts to strike down and pacify the freedom fighters. Much of his life was spent on the run, whether on the surface of a planet, the turbulent seas, the lead-filled skies, or the endless void of space. In truth, Joseph despised Earth and its attempts at subjugation. Every day he pestered his father to teach him how to fight back, but his father who saw many friends and family die for an increasingly senseless cause, fought against his son's wishes.

That all changed once the alien menace known as the Covenant began striking against the outer worlds. Joseph's father had managed to smuggle him and his mother out of an invaded world via one of the few evac shuttles. He sadly could not make it as he volunteered to hold off the brutal invaders.

Inspired by his father's sacrifice, Joseph King quickly enlisted in the UNSC as quickly as he could in order to help fight back against these diabolic alien scum. With the very people that he despised his whole life—Wars make strange bedfellows. Motivated by wrath, Joseph began a ginormous stick in the mud. A proper poster boy for the NCOs everywhere. If he had been younger, he would have been an exceptional candidate for the Spartan III program.

While he got older in the war (and getting his arse handed to him.), Joseph did become more laidback and even got the nickname Joey. Later in his career, Joseph was spotted and recruited by the Office of Naval Intelligence for his history and capabilities as a communications specialist.

Spoiler: ODST'd Up

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[ONI]

NAME: "Mulualem Uzi"
RANK: Chief Warrant Officer 5, Agent
ONI SERVICE ID: ONI-SRG-0031
SERVICE TAG: UZI
DOB/AGE: 20/06/2488; 46 years old
ROLE: Advisory ONI Agent. ISR Specialist.


SEX: Male | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

6'2" male of mixed East African and Middle Eastern descent. Evident athletic physicality along with right forearm prosthesis. Often dons issued low-profile intelligence kit and a baseball cap shipside. Skin texture suggests extensive use of semi-permanent skin tone tattoo sleeves or patches.

OPERATIVE BIOGRAPHY:

"Uzi is a veteran operator of Section 3's in-house asymmetric action and remote contact elements. Part of what some refer to internally as the 'shooter' subculture of spooks, they're not one for political plays but they are known for terminating targets and assets alike. Typically loaned to the SRG on an ad-hoc basis to fulfil an advisory capacity, Uzi forms part of the tactical operations centre, providing tactical and strategic in-put to SRG actions."

• Documented to have been born on Asmara (glassed ca. 2529) but raised primarily on New Jerusalem. Alternative reports state Minab.
• Alumni of Reach Naval Academy, unusual path as a direct to warrant officer graduate with dual degrees - Military Science, Political Science.
• Attended shock troops assessment and selection on Reach to qualify for intake to an emerging NAVSPECWAR training centre on Erebus VII.
• Active marriage with three dependents, two either enrolled academically or employed militarily by the UNSC.

Spoiler: Original Form

Name: "Mulualem Uzi"
Rank: Chief Warrant Officer 5
ONI Service ID: ONI-SRG-0031
Service Tag: UZI
DoB/Age: 20/06/2488; 46 years old
Sex: Male

Physical Description: 6'2" male of mixed East African and Middle Eastern descent. Evident athletic physicality along with right forearm prosthesis. Often dons issued low-profile intelligence kit and a baseball cap shipside. Skin texture suggests extensive use of semi-permanent skin tone tattoo sleeves or patches.

Role: Advisory ONI Agent. ISR Specialist.

Biography: "Uzi is a veteran operator of Section 3's in-house asymmetric action and remote contact elements. Part of what some refer to internally as the 'shooter' subculture of spooks, they're not one for political plays but they are known for terminating targets and assets alike. Typically loaned to the SRG on an ad-hoc basis to fulfil an advisory capacity, Uzi forms part of the tactical operations centre, providing tactical and strategic in-put to SRG actions."

• Documented to have been born on Asmara (glassed ca. 2529) but raised primarily on New Jerusalem. Alternative reports state Minab.
• Alumni of Reach Naval Academy, unusual path as a direct to warrant officer graduate with dual degrees - Military Science, Political Science.
• Attended shock troops assessment and selection on Reach to qualify for intake to an emerging NAVSPECWAR training centre on Erebus VII.
• Active marriage with three dependents, two either enrolled academically or employed militarily by the UNSC.

 

[AEONmeteorite]

Name: Ambur "BUNNY" Wellington
Rank: Lance Corporal
ONI Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-1488
Service Tag: BNY
DoB/Age: 27
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Bunny is fairly middle ground in her body type. A mix of muscle and lean. This is largely due to her speedy nature, but also the need to hoist up heavy objects. While she picks up a lot, her distance in running often drags away from too much muscle building.
Role: Demolitions

Biography: She lived on the outer colonies during an attack of the Covenant. Due to the situation and the chaos, they drafted many people within her area that were around her age and able. They sent her to basic bootcamp and quickly spotted her inability to take on combat, well, at first that's what they saw. It became apparent that Bunny overthought things too much, but when she managed that fear, it worked to her favor. The first sign being that she seemed particularly avoidant of certain obstacles while training and when asked why, she said, "It looked weak and unsafe." It ended up giving her the nickname, "Bunny", as she'd appear to hop around like a frightened bunny. Mind you, she basically was hopping and she most certainly was (and often still is) frightened.

In time, she found herself intrigued by demolitions, as being able to spot weak points in structures and locations gave her a good idea of where explosives could go. It also was a good mix of both fast thinking and planning, which often seemed to be the battle she dealt with in her own mind, and now uses that quality to her advantage.

 

[DrabberRogue]

Name: Jace Rose
Rank: Lance Corporal
UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-3074
Service Tag: RSE
DoB/Age: March 14th 2510 / 24 years old
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4", Jace is a tall and lean young man of European descent. As an ODST he is quite physically fit, his body built for endurance. His wavy hair is a golden blonde, kept short, though slightly longer than regulation. He has sharp facial features and is always clean shaven, with piercing bright blue eyes. Bands of dark crimson mark the helmet and shoulder pauldrons of his armor. Additionally the upper face of his right pauldron bears an emblem of a thorned rose.

Role: Scout-Sniper

Biography: Lance Corporal Jace Rose is a recent transfer to the 1st ONI Force Recon Company. However in his few years as an ODST he has seen extensive action in service of similar units, often working under the direct command of ONI operatives. A certified scout-sniper before he was a shock trooper, the Earth native is well accustomed to urban environments and possesses a keen eye for detail. He's a natural marksman with a passion for precision, while also possessing the necessary restraint for covert reconnaissance. A hunter as comfortable alone in the shadows as he is atop a distant rooftop. In addition Jace is very curious, often seeking out or gathering intelligence of his own prerogative. This is especially true concerning the Covenant. He pays special attention to their unit makeup, to the colors of their armor, to their behaviors, to the weapons they wield. As a novel enemy, he's fascinated by them almost as much as he despises them.​

 

[Calibutcher]

Name: Bret (Bang) Donnell

Rank: Corporal

UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-2020

Service Tag: BNG

DoB/Age: 47

Sex: Male

Physical Description: 238 pounds 6’2 (187 cm) Stocky build Blue eyes and nearly white blonde hair.

Role: Demolitions

(fireteam patch)

Biography: A construction worker Bret happily shared his life with his wife and two daughters. During the invasion of his planet, he managed to get his family to evacuation ships. In the chaos of loading during such a crisis he became separated from his family and put on different ships. After his ship successfully evacuated him further in the system he discovered that the ship his family made it on too was destroyed as they fled the planet. He fled the reality of his life in alcohol and spent everything he had doing so. It only took a couple of months before he was out of money and had only seen the Covenant make advance after advance. With no money to escape his reality anymore, he embraced it. He walked into the nearest recruitment center and joined the UNSC. Initially, he joined with the intent to simply end his life in a fireball taking as many covenants with him as he could.

Two things changed that. He met Ambur or bunny, a girl who looked just like his daughter who was in his squad. She was a draftee so fresh the fear was easy to see in her eyes. He ignored her at first not wanting to endure the memory. Their first engagement as a squad was going poorly and they were getting pushed back. He prepared to rush forward with a belt of grenades, however just as he was about to rush out into a spray of plasma and death, a Spartan changed the tide of their engagement. As the spartan cleared the battlefield he saw Bunny hopping around still frightened. He could no longer ignore her or his own life. He would not let other fathers loose as he had.

He took Bunny under his wing and quickly learned she had an eye for demolitions as he did the two specialized in demolitions and tried out for ODST’s. The pair worked together well and the fireteam Bang Bunny was born.

 

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Name: A. ‘Lull’ Lyster

Rank: Gunnery Sergeant

UNSC Service ID: (UNSC-MAR//ST-1611)

Service Tag: COW

DoB/Age: 39 (born 2495)

Sex: Intersex (he/him)

Physical Description: When not in his armour, Lyster stands at 5’11” (180cm). Compared to most ODSTs, he may be classified unfit, but certainly enough to do his job. He argues that bulk merely increases his effectiveness as a heavy force. His armour increases his height by a few inches, and due to his role, his armour is fortified. He is of Caucasian descent. His main physical features are his tattoos: he got a skull-like facial tattoo in early 2526 and more recently a word tattooed across his fingers.

Role: Breacher

Biography:

History
When one lives a life on a low branch of society in an Outer Colony, they really have no excuse when some military force that’s been prominent in the background starts recruiting en masse. And what of it when a larger military presence absorbs the first, in response to the beginning of the Human-Covenant war? The only thing to say is… ‘so be it.’ Is it a glamorous life? Nah, not really, but at least the meals are regular. Or maybe that should be ‘meals’ in heavy quotation marks, whatever they put in those food packs to keep an army going. Either way, somehow, a military life is more luxurious than the one Lyster left behind.

What he also left behind was a sister, an individual who proved far too sickly to continue in a military setting. That all made sense. She was safe, put up in accommodation and was able to look after herself. The siblings engaged in much communication, Lyster seeing the sister he’d protected growing up and becoming independent.

He served, she survived. Up ‘til a time. Then the news comes flooding in, the army gets enveloped by UNSC, change happens all in a moment and what can one do other than try to keep a level head and listen to one’s commander?

And what do you do when you hear that the little Outer Colony you broke your nails trying to survive on has been glassed? What do you do when the list of survivors, list of victims, list of whatever, isn’t released publicly? What do you do when your request to see those lists is denied, and some sympathetic platoon-mate has the gall to look at you, give a pained smile and say, “Ignorance is Bliss.”

Notable Points
- Surprising rise through the ranks through performance, particularly through two separate occasions where he assumed command of a squad after the Sergeant was killed in combat.
- Rejected the command track in favour of groundwork and in-combat leadership roles.
- Highly praised in his role, though his methods are a point of contention for some. His methods eventually earned him the nickname and service tag ‘COW.’
- Very obviously after certain information on a glassed planet, though this has been so far kept from him.

Weaponry
- M392 DMR (usually on auto, I can handle it, promise)
- M45E Tactical Shotgun (for tactics, I suppose)
- Breaching axe (breach a door, or a spine, with this thing)
- Breaching explosives and frags (I try not to mix them up)

 

[Kenshin772]

Name: Amelia “Doc” Hunter
Rank: Corporal
UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-0707
Service Tag: DOC
DoB/Age: June 27th 2510. 24 Years Old
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Standing at 5;8 Amelia fits the UNSC’s physical Average, Lean with little definition. She sports shortish Blonde Hair that just barely sticks out the bottom of her ODST helmet. The rest of her body is mostly fair with the exception of a pair of scars in the middle of her abdomen from the needles of a covie Needler.
Role: Medic
Biography:
At the start of the Human-Covenant war Amelia was attending Medical school on her home world Sargasso. Having been born to a family of renowned Doctors she had originally intended to follow in her parents footsteps. The Covenant changed that, when news of Harvest reached Sargasso Amelia became so fearful at first that she locked herself in her room for a week eventually only emerging due to a general broadcast from the UNSC.

A call had been put out to recruit as many volunteers as possible and one of the heavy focuses was a call for Medical personnel. Not wanting to sit at home waiting for the worst, Amelia resolved herself and enlisted. She was assigned to the UNSC’s “Black Cats” Engineering core and shipped off to Reach for basic training.

In 2534 Amelia was shipped out to Verent where she first encountered the Covenant, shortly after her arrival her platoon was attacked while attempting to set up a FOB. Her unit suffered heavy casualties and Amelia had received a pair of Needles to her abdomen which led to her being Medevac'd to a UNSC hospital. Shortly after Amelia was reassigned to the 65th Shock Troop Division via orders from high in the command chain. She was given a crash course in makeshift ODST school and was sent to her first assignment to serve as Medic to some ONI Field Operatives.​

 

[Solar Daddy]

Name: Owen Bassett

Rank: Lance Corporal

UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-1165

Service Tag: BST

DoB/Age: 29

Sex: Male

Physical Description: Owen stands at 5’10”, 205lbs, with a bulky build. He’s not much of an endurance type, more built for few acts of heavy lifting than running a marathon. Still, he does his best to keep up with his fellow servicemen and won’t fall behind if the situation demands it. Otherwise, Owen does well blending into a crowd as an average male.

Role: Breacher

Biography: Owen grew up in a military family in the inner colonies. Being the youngest of four brothers, Owen knew he wasn’t going to be the shining star of the household, and was alright by that. Still, when the day arrived for him to follow in his brother’s footsteps and join the UNSC, he did so excitedly and with great vigor. He trained hard and fought harder, always throwing himself in for dangerous missions. Owen veered from his family’s traditional marine service, however, when he was selected for a position among the ODST’s in the outer colonies. Owen wouldn’t have denied such a position if his life depended on it; Owen was high octane, and the role felt tailored to him. Like never before, Bassett worked to earn his place among his peers and did whatever he could to fuel his love for his service. Jumping out of ships from orbit was an added bonus.

Owen was outfitted with the 99th Shock Troops Division, 7th Shock Troops Battalion, Uniform 2-4, under the leadership of Captain Yasir. He had been engaged in a few key defenses of human homeworlds, and the occasional raid of Covenant ships. Owen was often deployed in less-than-ideal situations, and one of his more important roles during the war was helping to relieve gridlocked Marines on planet surfaces. Eventually, Owen’s regiment was sent to Verent for a training exercise. He hadn’t been there long before the Covenant showed up and began their invasion. Owen, not one to want to sit out the action, was one of the first to get geared-up and ready for combat once more.

 

[queendilettante]

Name: Camila Prieto

Rank: Private First Class

UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-9759

Service Tag: BEE

Age: 33

Sex: Female

Physical Description: 5’6 - 145lbs (65kg)

Camila looks fairly average, but . During her previous “employment,” she dyed her shoulder length hair blue in an effort to stand out amidst a group of equally unremarkable scum. She also has a small tattoo of a bee behind her right ear, which earned her the service tag BEE.

Role: Breacher

Biography: Camila the Bandit Queen
Camila grew up to a poor family in the slums on Earth. Struggling enough to survive, she joined up with a local gang of ne’er-do-wells before her 13th birthday. She wasn’t necessarily proud of the fact that she survived by stealing from and harming others, but she didn’t view it as her having much of a choice.

That changed in her mid 20s, though. On what she thought was a run of the mill break-in, the mission went to shit. Roberto, the man who raised her as a surrogate father, shot and killed two innocent children trying to put up a meager resistance to the thieves. She was shaken and hated herself for not intervening despite having the chance.

When they got back to their compound, she locked Roberto and more than a dozen others in the main building where they were celebrating and burned it to the ground. She enlisted with the UNSC the next morning - anything she could try to do to make up for the way she had lived her life up to that point.

When pressed about her upbringing and previous employment, Camila lied to the UNSC officers. They didn’t catch it, though, and moved her along. She excelled in training like she excelled in thieving and progressed through the ranks - all the way to Corporal - fairly quickly.

Just after she deployed for the assignment that was supposed to get her into the ODST, which was a success, her superiors discovered most of the charade she had set up and maintained during her entire career in the UNSC. She was not, in fact, from a military family and was not a former delivery woman. Upon her return, she was thrown into a military prison for months while the higher ups deliberated over what to do with her.

During her trial, she managed to convince them to give her another chance and pointed toward her long track record of success thus far. They demoted her down to a Private First Class, deleted all of her files showing her successes to this point, and they gave her a new story to regurgitate; they erased her entire career but didn’t discharge her completely.

Now, she’s on probation. If she screws up again or if any other skeletons are found in her closet, she’s gone.
She only hopes they don’t discover the murder of her former gang members.

 

[SpazTheButcher]

Name: Josh Ray Person
Nicknames: "Spaz" "Sheriff" "Minuteman"
Rank: Sergeant
UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-1776
Service Tag: SPZ
DoB/Age: 22
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Standing at 6',Ray is at best lanky coming in at 162lbs. He has a few well aged burn marks on his face, and the stump of his left arm, which has been replaced below the upper arm by a mechanical prosthetic.
Role: Joint Tactical Air Controller

Biography: Born and bred in what's left of Nebraska, Ray was raised by a caring family, and raised with a sense of purpose. He wasn't particularly popular as a kid, but he wasn't stupid, being an active member of his school's drama and debate team, he surprised everyone when he enlisted in the Marines. From there, he excelled in boot camp and got transferred to the Recon Marines. While there, he became infamous for being one of the best RTOs in the Battalion, and for being a joker. In fact someone once claimed to him that they were sure that he joined the Marines to make fun of it. While he has not denied this, he still remained a great RTO, so at his squad leader's suggestion he got certified as a JTAC.

From there Ray got deployed against Covvies, and he watched his whole company get hammered. Just... hammered. During their desperate last stand Ray strategically navigated aircraft in and out of the combat zone to give the Covenant their own taste of hell before his company evacuated. Afterwards he was awarded a Bronze Star and was offered a chance to go ODST, but he declined in an attempt to remain with his guys. Again he was deployed, but this time they weren't lucky. Before his company was hammered, this time they were slaughtered. Ray, being the last one left, called in an airstrike in an attempt to clear out the S.O.B.s before he went. When reinforcements arrived, they found flattened land where Bravo Company, First Marine Recon Battalion once stood, and amongst the dead they found one man left alive, though barely as he was trapped beneath the rubble. With his condition becoming worse they had no choice but to cut off his arm to MEDIVAC him. For his actions he received a Bronze Star again as well as a Purple heart, and this time he didn't decline the opportunity to go ODST.

 

[NamelessTrax]

CHARACTER SHEET:


Name: Declan “Dax” Elias Pierce
Rank: Corporal (CPL)
ONI Service ID: UNSC Service ID: (UNSC-MAR//ST-4516)
Service Tag: DAX
DoB/Age: 27
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Athletically built, standing 6 foot 1, with bold blue eyes and light brown hair. Dax does a lot of calisthenics in his workout time, if he’s not brushing up on his medical training. Hidden by clothing or armor, he boasts a few scars, some from insurgents and one from a close call with a Covenant Energy Sword.
Role: Medic/ Corpsman
Biography: Up until his first ODST duty post, Dax led an average life, uneventful even. His compassion, and inner voice to always lend a helping hand, suited him right for Corpsman. Passing with flying colors, his fist duty station was a colonial planet being terrorized by insurgents. It was there he witnessed the hellscape of battle, the evil capable from humanity. Earning his scars, both physically and mentally, Dax was transferred to the 99th Shock Troops Division.

While on Verent for a training exercise, Covenant forces made their initial assault. After a destructive firefight, and a very close encounter with an Elite, Dax was the sole member to make a return to duty in his unit. However, there were no deaths among the casualties. Reports detail that Dax had tended to everyone under heavy fire, keeping everyone alive and stable till evac arrived. Now, with new orders for a new unit and a field promotion to Corporal, Dax was sent to reinforce the 7th STB.

 

[Darth]

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Arthur Hamish Larkins
“Sticks”​

Rank: Corporal (CPL.)
UNSC Service ID: UNSC-MAR//ST-1867
Service Tag: (STX)
Date of Birth: August 19, 2511 (08.19.2511)
Place of Birth: Melbourne, Australia

Age: 23
Sex: Male
Physical Description:
Arthur can appear rather short when standing next to his fellow ODST comrades, standing at an unremarkable 5 foot 9. However, he will often point out that he is of average height. Arthur is on the skinny side, yet still physically lean and fit. He weighs around 170 pounds. Arthur has two distinct tattoos: an ODST emblem on his inner left forearm and an Australian Southern Cross tattoo on his right pectoral. He also bears burn scars along his left side as well as three missing toes on his left foot.

Role: EOD Specialist

Corporal Larkins in full battle dress during a combat patrol...​

Biography
Known to his friends as “Artie” and “Sticks” to his close friends, Arthur is a bit of a loose cannon. Some might say Arthur is calm under pressure, others might say that his nonchalant and casual behavior around explosives tends to unnerve those unfamiliar with his trade. “Explosive Ordnance Disposal,” EOD, is Arthur’s chosen specialty. The reason he chose such a profession is quite simple. Arthur’s a bit of a thrill-seeker, and adrenaline junkie if you will. It also just so happens that Arthur has a bit of caffeine addiction. However, there’s nothing quite more exciting than racing a clock as it slowly counts down to your oblivion. Sometimes a friend would walk up to Arthur and ask him something like: “Say, Sticks, don’t you ever, you know, get scared? I mean, you’re basically staring death in the face every time you go out there.” Arthur usually responds with the same answer, saying: “Well, you see it seems right to be scared, but Nah, not really. You see, there are two things that can happen when you’re defusing a bomb. Either one, you get it right and you head back for some drinks, or you get it wrong, and the bomb isn’t your problem anymore…” Contrary to his outwardly carefree and reckless behavior, Arthur is also known to be a tenacious fighter and a loyal friend.

Despite appearances, Arthur hasn’t been in the service for very long. He only passed ODST selection only a year prior, and barely twice that time as a Marine. However, Arthur has already earned two combat decorations. During his time as a Marine, Arthur and his unit were tasked with disarming a Covenant minefield to open up an avenue of attack. Arthur was in the middle of disarming a proximity mine when his position suddenly came under fire by teams of Jackal snipers. Arthur and his comrades attempted to take cover, but the mine was detonated. Arthur managed to survive the blast only because his squadmate had been standing in front of him, protecting Arthur from the brunt of the explosion. Arthur was still seriously injured, however, with one of the mine’s needler projectiles tearing off three toes off his left foot. Arthur shouldered his BR55 and engaged the Jackals taking cover in the trees. He managed to keep the Jackals suppressed, allowing what was left of his squad to withdraw. Only after every trooper was off the field did Arthur allow himself to be evacuated. Arthur is credited with saving the lives of nearly a dozen troopers, along with at least six confirmed Jackal sniper kills. For his actions, Liam was awarded the Bronze Star and a Purple Heart. Not long after, the UNSC withdrew, and Arthur was recommended for ODST selection.

After some recovery, Arthur managed to pass selection, joining the 99th Shock Trooper Division, 2nd Battalion. Initially, it seemed Arthur’s first deployment as an ODST was going to be assisting UNSCDF ground troops in combating insurrectionists. However, an urgent request had Arthur transferred elsewhere. Apparently, the 7th Battalion needed a number of replacements, including an EOD specialist. Soon enough, Arthur found himself on a ship bound for an Inner colony known as “Verent.”


"Name's Arthur, Arthur Larkins, but my friends call me 'Sticks...'"

At boot camp, Arthur initially didn't get along with his squadmates. He tended to be confrontational. He would occasionally get himself into trouble with his bunkmates, sometimes ending in a fistfight. Eventually, Arthur took a liking to explosives. The adrenaline rush hooked him instantly, like a match made in heaven. He passed the initial tests and went on his way to becoming an EOD specialist. His journey, however, was very nearly cut short. During a training exercise, Arthur was tasked with remotely detonating unexploded ordinance using explosives. Arthur made the near-fatal mistake of mistiming the fuse and the explosive detonated too early. Arthur himself was nearly killed, but aside from that, no one was injured. His superior then took the time to verbally assault Arthur for his stupidity, and he was lucky that he received only an earful rather than a disciplinary reprimand. This is how Arthur earned his moniker. The drill sergeant apparently called Arthur a “fuck-stick.” over and over again. From that point on, that's what the drill sergeant referred to him as. Worse, Arthur tried to take sole responsibility for the mistake, but his entire platoon was punished. Soon after, his comrades took a liking to the nickname. It was to the point where almost every fellow Marine in the platoon knew Private Arthur Larkins as "Private Fuck-Stick." Over time, as Arthur drew a bond with his fellow Marines, the insult was shortened to a more polite, yet still overbearing, version: “Sticks.” At first, Arthur despised the nickname, but he warmed up to it eventually. Now, when Arthur introduces himself, he often uses it as his preferred name.

 

[Naril]

Name: Samara (Sam) el-Azra

Rank: Chief Warrant Officer / Agent

ONI Service ID: (ONI-SRG-8472)

Service Tag: (DNR)

DoB/Age: 37 Earth years

Sex: Female (Female-presenting; she/they)

Physical Description: Samara is, despite everything, a rather disarming-looking woman. She is short of stature, and though her frame looks to be lined with lean, taut muscle, she tends not to carry herself in a way to draw attention to that. Her eyes are wide, almond-shaped, and mismatched; the right the color of old-growth forests with its opposite so light as to almost be silvery-gray, both sparkling with humor and mischief. Even a cursory glance shows her lighter eye to be an implanted prosthetic, the first of an alarmingly complete collection. Indeed, much of Samara’s body has been replaced - not augmented - by mechanical prostheses, much more than seems likely, let alone survivable. For someone she might have invited into her bedroom, they might see that Samara’s left eye is artificial, as are her entire left arm and shoulder, along with part of her chest and back. In addition, her right leg has been replaced below the knee, with something like an implanted exoskeleton following the contours of her left leg from her ankle to her hip. The prostheses are sculptural and follow the lines of her body, but are manufactured from polished steel, composites, and ceramics, and make no effort to appear lifelike. Beneath her skin, the excitement continues - one of her lungs is held together with assistive machinery, part of her spine is stabilized with implanted structures, and a large part of her skull is knitted together with curved plates, which in turn cradle a nonstandard neural lace, whose tendrils are unusually pervasive through Samara’s brain.

Sam keeps her hair pixie-bob short, the locks coffee-dark and tousled, not so much out of fashion but rather because she tends to run her hand through her hair when she’s thinking. Her lips are full and inviting, often curved into a gentle smile, like she has a story she want to tell you because she thinks it will make you smile. Her skin is a rich, dark olive, the dusky shades of Arabic descent, with a smooth and unblemished complexion - save for the scars. The most obvious cuts through her left eyebrow, a trio of slashes that cross her eye, and curve over her cheekbone, with a fine tracery of surgical scars around the eye. Samara does also have a handful of tattoos, a collection of aesthetic designs and imagery from mythology. Her living arm bears an elaborate mandala, flowing from her fingertips before fading past her elbow. The others are in places that aren’t likely to be seen on a daily basis, unless a person is someone that Sam’s sleeping with at the time. Off-duty, Samara does wear jewelry, including bangles, bracelets, cuffs, and other baubles. Both of her ears are pierced several times, and hold an ever-changing selection of chains, studs, and whatever else catches her fancy.


Role: Electronic warfare specialist

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Designation: Zephyr (“Zee”)

Service number: ZYR 2473–09

Classification: ‘Smart’ AI

Age: 18 months

Function: Prosthetic support and integration coordination for Samara el-Azra; electronic warfare assistance for same.

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Biography:

[This will be expanded with a little in-universe scene I’m writing, but this has been waiting for posting long enough.]

Though she was born on Earth to parents that themselves have long been involved with the UNSC, Samara has been something of the family’s black sheep. Rebellious, brilliant, with a healthy distrust of authority, and frequently in trouble both with her family and the law, her family frequently despaired of their daughter wasting her talents. In point of fact, her involvement with ONI began with her parents pulling just about every string they could to keep Samara out of prison following a series of computer hacks, information dissemination, and general sowing of chaos so widespread that she wound up with real charges pressed against her.

At first resigned and reluctant, Sam did blossom into an exceptional electronic warfare asset, regularly on loan to other sections of ONI and parts of the UNSC as a whole. She views her service, and especially ONI, with a certain degree of suspicion, but takes care to voice that opinion with care, and in places where if her superiors are listening, they shouldn’t be surprised.

Four years ago, Samara was involved with an operation against the Covenant that went extremely poorly. While decrypting and relaying data from the local Covenant battle network, her position was overrun with a suddenness and lack of warning that she has always thought was more than a little suspicious. Badly injured, barely conscious, let alone alive, Sam was dragged to safety by a pair of marines she can’t remember if she recognized, sedated, and woke up…different. Machines grafted to her body, laced through her brain, and memories missing - and other memories she didn’t remember making. The official reason for this - brain damage - has never been entirely satisfactory to her.

In the years since, Samara has spent a considerable amount of time getting used to the new configuration of her body. She has learned to see, to walk, even to breathe and eat again, to feel once again like a whole person, and more importantly, like herself. Returning to active service about a year and a half ago, Samara has been additionally fitted with a companion AI - a construct that calls herself “Zephyr,” and whom Samara calls “Zee,” - who has been a tremendous help in the final stretches of Samara’s recovery. Zephyr acts to coordinate and enhance Samara’s control over her implants and prostheses, and with the AI’s help, Samara is very nearly back to human-standard physical capacity. Working with Zephyr, she has become even more of a force to be reckoned with in her chosen vocation - even if her attitude hasn’t exactly improved.

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Other useful tidbits:

- Sam's service tag is a bleak joke. She did not enjoy her recovery and doesn't exactly think it's awesome to be mostly machine, although she's made her peace with it.

- Her sister, Khadija, currently serves as Captain aboard the UNSC Mercy of Twilight. They have a loving, but deeply exasperated, relationship. Both of Samara's parents are still alive, on Earth.

 

[GhastlySquash]

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name: Jacqueline “Jackie” Larson
Rank: PFC/ Agent
ONI Service ID: (ONI-SRG-1889) ONI SECTION TWO / UNSC Service ID: (UNSC-MAR//ST-1889)
Service Tag: RCD
DoB/Age: 23
Sex: Female
Physical Description: A 5’7 athletic build and brown hair, some have described her as being a bit mousy for a marine both in demeanor.

Equipment
Marine BDU
Fatigues
CH252 Helmet
M52B Body Armor
VZG7 Armored Boots
Black Bodysuit
S90 Gas Mask
Small Radio
VX7 Nerve Gas
PG000E Portable Electric Generator

Role: Communications/ PR Specialist
Biography: Jackie likes to brag that she came from a big family and thus was accustomed to the chaotic lifestyle of the UNSC. Of course, being a wide-eyed idealist as she is, her knowledge of crass jokes and spreading gossip have gotten her in trouble in the past. However, despite these shortcomings Jackie has come through as a sort of spokesperson for her unit, often trying to find ways to make “home away from home feel like a home not so far away”. Still relatively new to her unit, Jackie stands out as nothing more than a self-described “ration reviewer” and has often been known for her tendency to gossip and dig for gossip.

The truth however, is Jackie was stationed as part of ONI SECTION TWO to monitor morale and provide usable footage and stories to generate propaganda concerning a variety of conflicts. As a younger agent, the task was nonetheless difficult to achieve. She was expected to fulfill her duties employed by her cover as a marine, but also as an ONI Agent to ensure that morale was still at an all time high. With the Covenant, her job only got more difficult. Still, learning how to spread rumors and smother rumors have proven instrumental. While her mission is important, if a senior agent decides to use her for other operations she might be expected to follow suit.

 

[Calibutcher]

(Ignore the eye patch depth perception is important)

Name: Cesar Krent

Rank: TRU Sergeant

Service ID: VCC-TRU-7-1337

Service Tag: KTF

DoB/Age: 28

Sex: Male

Physical Description: Cesar has a solid build. He is clearly fit but stays toward the lean side. His skin is tan and weathered from being out on patrols and exercising outdoors regularly. The prolonged exposure to the elements has brought age to his face. He weighs in at 210 and is 6’2.

Role: VCTR Team lead: Marksmen

Biography: Cesar was born and raised in Verent. He had a stable family, his wife Sasha and a daughter named Paisley. He went through academy at 18 and trained as an officer and quickly transitioned to the Tactical Response Unit. He found an affinity for ranged engagements and got familiar with the M392 DMR.

He made his way to sergeant not long after negotiating a hostage situation with a favorable outcome. Cesar believed in making a difference in his community and was a part of a local charter to help young teens at risk. He would coach basketball in run down parts of the city to help keep youth occupied with things other than drugs or gang activity.

The covenant invasion has set him on edge but as far as he knows his family has made it to an evac shuttle. Now he hopes to save the populace of the city he loves and any of his youth basketball teams he can get to.

 

[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Name: Deamin "Grim" Black
Rank: Chief Petty Officer (HMC)
UNSC Service ID: (UNSC-MAR//ST-2051)
Service Tag: GRM
DoB/Age: 39
Sex: Male
Physical Description: 5'7" 175lbs Athletic, trim, strong
Role: Corpsman
Biography: Having started his career with Charlie Company, S4/BRT/1/7 as an E1 Hospitalman he quickly showed plenty of aptitude and courage to quickly gain promotions and eventually received a transfer to the 105th Marine Expeditionary Unit (Special Operations Capable) as the Independent Duty Corpsman, acting as the MEU's primary medical physician. Overseeing battlefield surgery and after action recovery of his Marines.