Post by sammie123 on Dec 12, 2015 17:16:26 GMT -8
Overwatch Trans-Human Arm
Steam Name:
Diego
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:55383001
Age (IRL):
15
Time On New Horizons:
Three Weeks.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
One Year.
Past Experience With OTA:
Had a REAPER Unit on Dynex.
Why Should We Accept You:
You should accept me because I am capable of playing as a OTA and also the UU is a bit under powered right now and could use another unit.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The OTA:
Taking down/capturing high value targets as well as escorting high level personnel. I think I'd also participate in JW and A:JW.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
I woke up to the booming sound of my Commanding Officer ''Wake up! Wake up! Gear up, head outside. Now!''
''Ugh'' I said to myself, i really wasn't in the mood for another 'training' exercise. There i was, gearing up. Heading towards my local locker room to collect my things, kevlar vests...boots...jacket...the usual.
After getting changed, i visited the armory to collect my rifle. It was an M4A1, standard AR. The nicest of them all. During my walk around the barracks, i had a brief glance towards the television. It was the usual stuff, except there was this...crisis going on apparently. Obviously i couldn't stick around too long, as i had 'orders'. I really didn't feel like getting my ass beat in front of thirty people, so i head outside. Following what my Officer told me to do, as i approached outside. All i could hear was the deafening sound of helicopters spooling up and...tank rotters churning. I looked around, i was right. Helicopters...tanks...trucks...planes. All stacked up on the runway. Behind that, i spotted my squad. Squad Delta. It contained around...say twenty five people all split into different divisions. Most of them being my friends of course.
I make a light sprint over towards my group, surrounding us were the other squads and divisions. I knew for sure that this wasn't a 'training' day.
I stand firm with a straight posture, grasping my weapon tightly as i observe our Officer. He begins to speak in a rough and angry tone, like always. ''Squad Delta! As you all know...i've called you over here. You will be all transported to the city: New York. The reason is classified, although your mission will be to secure the populace regarding that location. Do you hear me!''
It was then that we all shout in sequence ''Sir yes sir!'' - Shortly after, we all engage in the line formation. Approaching the armory while we collect magazines...grenades...helmets. The usual when doing a long journey engagement. Upon gearing up, we are placed into smaller divisions, boarded into several trucks. I really didn't know what to think at this time...as it was my first proper engagement. I've never experienced gunfire before...or...or even shot anyone. I was worried for my family's sake, i was afraid that i might...well. Get shot and die...and my death would be forced upon my family. I disregarded that rather quickly, i took my mind off things by talking to my friends sitting in the truck along with me. It was a rather long journey, around two hours past sitting on this truck. Singing songs and playing instruments. Although shortly after, the truck came to a complete stop.
''Dismount!'' said the leader of my group. And so we did, we leaped out of the truck in two rows.
Far above us were faint gas trails, from fighter planes most likely. Again, i was right. In the distance lied multiple jets whizzing past us en route to the City. Although upon gazing at the City, smoke and flames appeared from each major building. I became rather worried as this could be a possible 'severe' terrorist attack. I tried not to dwell on it.
''Into groups! Spread out! Approach the Cities surburbs!'' Spoke another high ranking soldier.
''Affirmative!'' said most of the people in my group. We quickly formed into each group, approaching the distant city in our path.
''What are our orders, sir?'' I spoke in a firm and calm tone.
''Shoot everyone who isn't a civilian or an U.S soldier.'' He said in a very relaxed tone.
''Right...'' I said nervously.
Slowly but surely we approach the City, we have just entered it. It was reasonably quiet, everyone has seemingly evacuated the city.
At this point i was more than worried, seeing as anyone could ambush us at any time...i cautiously sidestepped across the pavements along with my group.
''Hey, what the fuck is that sound?'' said one of my squadron members.
''What are you talking about?...Shut the fuck up...someone might hear us...'' I said in a bold tone.
''Seriously...what's that no...-'' he says, although mid sentence he stutters. Looking into the air while gazing in horror at something. As he does this, out group does the same, looking in exact spot to where he is looking. A large ship appeared in the sky, equipped with multiple jet engines on its behind, sides and front. It somewhat looked biological from the frontal view. It had articulate limbs....and it just didn't look like something the military would come up with.
''The fuck is that?'' shouted someone from the back. One of our squadron leaders, who carries a radio quickly arms it. Speaking into it attempting to contact command at base. ''Hello? This is the Delta Squadron, do you copy?'' - He says in a worried tone as the aircraft hovers high above us. ''Hello! Do you copy?'' He says again, although nothing but static comes out of the radio.
''Shit...command is down...'' he says. The whole group looking worried as ever.
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
Example Unit One: ''...Overwatch...Activate Central Stabilization Teams...''
Example Unit Two: ''Rodger that...Report blackout status...''
Example Unit One: ''Overwatch Confirms...several boomers dispatched and inbound. Leader...twelve...out.''
Example Unit Two: ''Affirmative.''
Example Unit Three: ''Responding...Approaching sector D-2...awaiting confirmation...''
Example Unit One: ''Proceed...sweep and resume...''
Example Unit Three: ''Copy.''
*At this point in time, Unit Three begins a protocol sweep on sector D-2. He approaches this point rather quickly, scanning the area, using the line formation while approaching. In his findings he would come across a house, a house that has been boarded up several times. Obviously a reason to move his sweep there.*
Example Unit Three: ''Location; D-2. Possible...Anti-Citizen...fortification...stand by for sitrep.''
Example Unit One: ''Affirmative.''
Example Unit Two: ''Rodger...that...''
*As Unit Three approaches the building, multiple noises are heard from inside. Distinctly wood tumbling around. Without hesitation the Unit would mount the door, his weapon in his left hand. And a flash grenade in the other. He would then aim the weapon towards the door handle/lock, preparing to execute a breach. ''Three...Two...One...Inject...'' - *Snap* The round would would go off, blowing the door out from the inside. The Unit grasps the grenade, dropping his rifle while pulling the pin. Tossing it inside ''Bouncer! Bouncer!''. - Screams in terror are heard inside as the flash grenade explodes. Blinding anyone in its view.
*Pop*...*Snap*...*Bang* - The Overwatch unit instantly appears to go into action, killing everyone inside with minimal rounds going off. It was then that the screams died down, complete silence if you exclude the Unit's deathly footsteps..
Example Unit Three: ''Priority four...anti-citizens...neutralized...stand by.''
*He dismounts from the door, walking inside slowly and with precision. Almost like a tiger stalking prey. In the middle of the room, he spots a crate of large size. Seemingly locked, given the lock at the front, the Unit approaches. Looking at the crate front-on, with minimal hesitation he'd aim at the crate's lock, grasping his rifle tightly while pulling the trigger once. The lock would fly off upon the lid flying open. Inside would lay a series of medical supplies, high caliber weapons. Even some explosives.*
Example Unit Three: ''Standard check shows...Anti-Citizen supply depo; Preparing to neutralize...''
*Seeing as the crate contained explosives, the Unit would arm these into the crate. Preparing to destroy every content inside...*
~~~IC Part~~~
Unit ID:
852
Assigned City:
33
Service Lemgth: Trans-humanized shortly after
Division:
REAPER
Rank:
SQL
Reason For OTA Re-Assignment: Request of High Command.
Steam Name:
Diego
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:55383001
Age (IRL):
15
Time On New Horizons:
Three Weeks.
Time On Half Life 2 RP:
One Year.
Past Experience With OTA:
Had a REAPER Unit on Dynex.
Why Should We Accept You:
You should accept me because I am capable of playing as a OTA and also the UU is a bit under powered right now and could use another unit.
What Do You Think You Will Be Doing In The OTA:
Taking down/capturing high value targets as well as escorting high level personnel. I think I'd also participate in JW and A:JW.
Character Back Story (3 paragraphs 5 sentences each minimum):
I woke up to the booming sound of my Commanding Officer ''Wake up! Wake up! Gear up, head outside. Now!''
''Ugh'' I said to myself, i really wasn't in the mood for another 'training' exercise. There i was, gearing up. Heading towards my local locker room to collect my things, kevlar vests...boots...jacket...the usual.
After getting changed, i visited the armory to collect my rifle. It was an M4A1, standard AR. The nicest of them all. During my walk around the barracks, i had a brief glance towards the television. It was the usual stuff, except there was this...crisis going on apparently. Obviously i couldn't stick around too long, as i had 'orders'. I really didn't feel like getting my ass beat in front of thirty people, so i head outside. Following what my Officer told me to do, as i approached outside. All i could hear was the deafening sound of helicopters spooling up and...tank rotters churning. I looked around, i was right. Helicopters...tanks...trucks...planes. All stacked up on the runway. Behind that, i spotted my squad. Squad Delta. It contained around...say twenty five people all split into different divisions. Most of them being my friends of course.
I make a light sprint over towards my group, surrounding us were the other squads and divisions. I knew for sure that this wasn't a 'training' day.
I stand firm with a straight posture, grasping my weapon tightly as i observe our Officer. He begins to speak in a rough and angry tone, like always. ''Squad Delta! As you all know...i've called you over here. You will be all transported to the city: New York. The reason is classified, although your mission will be to secure the populace regarding that location. Do you hear me!''
It was then that we all shout in sequence ''Sir yes sir!'' - Shortly after, we all engage in the line formation. Approaching the armory while we collect magazines...grenades...helmets. The usual when doing a long journey engagement. Upon gearing up, we are placed into smaller divisions, boarded into several trucks. I really didn't know what to think at this time...as it was my first proper engagement. I've never experienced gunfire before...or...or even shot anyone. I was worried for my family's sake, i was afraid that i might...well. Get shot and die...and my death would be forced upon my family. I disregarded that rather quickly, i took my mind off things by talking to my friends sitting in the truck along with me. It was a rather long journey, around two hours past sitting on this truck. Singing songs and playing instruments. Although shortly after, the truck came to a complete stop.
''Dismount!'' said the leader of my group. And so we did, we leaped out of the truck in two rows.
Far above us were faint gas trails, from fighter planes most likely. Again, i was right. In the distance lied multiple jets whizzing past us en route to the City. Although upon gazing at the City, smoke and flames appeared from each major building. I became rather worried as this could be a possible 'severe' terrorist attack. I tried not to dwell on it.
''Into groups! Spread out! Approach the Cities surburbs!'' Spoke another high ranking soldier.
''Affirmative!'' said most of the people in my group. We quickly formed into each group, approaching the distant city in our path.
''What are our orders, sir?'' I spoke in a firm and calm tone.
''Shoot everyone who isn't a civilian or an U.S soldier.'' He said in a very relaxed tone.
''Right...'' I said nervously.
Slowly but surely we approach the City, we have just entered it. It was reasonably quiet, everyone has seemingly evacuated the city.
At this point i was more than worried, seeing as anyone could ambush us at any time...i cautiously sidestepped across the pavements along with my group.
''Hey, what the fuck is that sound?'' said one of my squadron members.
''What are you talking about?...Shut the fuck up...someone might hear us...'' I said in a bold tone.
''Seriously...what's that no...-'' he says, although mid sentence he stutters. Looking into the air while gazing in horror at something. As he does this, out group does the same, looking in exact spot to where he is looking. A large ship appeared in the sky, equipped with multiple jet engines on its behind, sides and front. It somewhat looked biological from the frontal view. It had articulate limbs....and it just didn't look like something the military would come up with.
''The fuck is that?'' shouted someone from the back. One of our squadron leaders, who carries a radio quickly arms it. Speaking into it attempting to contact command at base. ''Hello? This is the Delta Squadron, do you copy?'' - He says in a worried tone as the aircraft hovers high above us. ''Hello! Do you copy?'' He says again, although nothing but static comes out of the radio.
''Shit...command is down...'' he says. The whole group looking worried as ever.
RP Example (25 lines minimum):
Example Unit One: ''...Overwatch...Activate Central Stabilization Teams...''
Example Unit Two: ''Rodger that...Report blackout status...''
Example Unit One: ''Overwatch Confirms...several boomers dispatched and inbound. Leader...twelve...out.''
Example Unit Two: ''Affirmative.''
Example Unit Three: ''Responding...Approaching sector D-2...awaiting confirmation...''
Example Unit One: ''Proceed...sweep and resume...''
Example Unit Three: ''Copy.''
*At this point in time, Unit Three begins a protocol sweep on sector D-2. He approaches this point rather quickly, scanning the area, using the line formation while approaching. In his findings he would come across a house, a house that has been boarded up several times. Obviously a reason to move his sweep there.*
Example Unit Three: ''Location; D-2. Possible...Anti-Citizen...fortification...stand by for sitrep.''
Example Unit One: ''Affirmative.''
Example Unit Two: ''Rodger...that...''
*As Unit Three approaches the building, multiple noises are heard from inside. Distinctly wood tumbling around. Without hesitation the Unit would mount the door, his weapon in his left hand. And a flash grenade in the other. He would then aim the weapon towards the door handle/lock, preparing to execute a breach. ''Three...Two...One...Inject...'' - *Snap* The round would would go off, blowing the door out from the inside. The Unit grasps the grenade, dropping his rifle while pulling the pin. Tossing it inside ''Bouncer! Bouncer!''. - Screams in terror are heard inside as the flash grenade explodes. Blinding anyone in its view.
*Pop*...*Snap*...*Bang* - The Overwatch unit instantly appears to go into action, killing everyone inside with minimal rounds going off. It was then that the screams died down, complete silence if you exclude the Unit's deathly footsteps..
Example Unit Three: ''Priority four...anti-citizens...neutralized...stand by.''
*He dismounts from the door, walking inside slowly and with precision. Almost like a tiger stalking prey. In the middle of the room, he spots a crate of large size. Seemingly locked, given the lock at the front, the Unit approaches. Looking at the crate front-on, with minimal hesitation he'd aim at the crate's lock, grasping his rifle tightly while pulling the trigger once. The lock would fly off upon the lid flying open. Inside would lay a series of medical supplies, high caliber weapons. Even some explosives.*
Example Unit Three: ''Standard check shows...Anti-Citizen supply depo; Preparing to neutralize...''
*Seeing as the crate contained explosives, the Unit would arm these into the crate. Preparing to destroy every content inside...*
~~~IC Part~~~
Unit ID:
852
Assigned City:
33
Service Lemgth: Trans-humanized shortly after
Division:
REAPER
Rank:
SQL
Reason For OTA Re-Assignment: Request of High Command.
