Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on May 13, 2008 17:49:36 GMT -5
Awright pplz, this ones’ fairly straight forward. I’m going to hopefully add in some plot changes later, when the thread’s more or less on it’s feet.
Scenario: So this story is set in the idea that literally, 30 minutes from now, the covenant materializes in outer space, just above earth’s lower orbit. From there, we must fight for our lives as 150+ (count ‘em!) covenant ships (Capitol, battle, cruiser, destroyer or whatever otherwise) begin deploying infantry drop ships, fighters, etc.
Restrictions:
-NORMAL PEOPLE ONLY. NO CELEBS.
-In order to preserve realism, you are restricted to 2 main weapons, 1 pistol, a knife, and a max of 6 grenades.
-The master chief has not, doesn’t, and will never exist in this thread.
-We are not as technically advanced as in the game.
-This means no pelicans, etc.
-No human can ever learn to use a covenant vehicle, but more advanced fighters can be built after a while. 20+ pages, is good.
-Likewise, no covenant can learn to drive anything human made.
-You can control covenant troops, which can control their own ships.
-Try to be realistic, even in this thread.
Storyline: The covenant star their expantionalist campaign many years earlier, in this story. Light speed engines haven’t been invented, space ships haven’t either. Naturally, the Spartan II program isn’t even a dream yet. So, 30 minutes from RIGHT NOW, the invasion begins. Relative to the story, at least.
PLEASE POST A CHARACTER SHEET WITH THIS AS THE BASIS:
You can add anything else you want, after that.
Name: Erasmus Gardener
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Military afilliation, if any: U.S. Army
Rank: Private 1st Class
Weapon Specilization: Advanced Tactical Heavy Sniper
Weapon payload: Modified TAC-50A Sniper rifle, Modified Colt 1911 .45 ACP with 17 round magazine, Modified Benelli M4 super 90, 12 inch survival knife
Personality: Quiet, calculating. Likes to think everything through to all ends, and usually is nostril-deep in thought, when encountered. He tends to operate on the next plane of human function when sniping in the field, which usually has him more silent than death. He writes a lot, but doesn't share that with anyone. Raz dislikes bright light, open areas, areas without good cover, revealing vantage points, the color neon pink, heavy assault weapons and being shot at, as do all snipers. His love of watching human beings explode messily in his scope tends to make people think he's a bit psychotic.
Background: Raz is a normal American, born to a normal family. His entire family, both hardcore republicans and possessing a long-ranging military lineage, saw the need to instill the love of guns and the army in him at a young age. He’d killed his first deer at the age of 5 and because of his excessive (and sometimes illegal) hunting of all kinds of animals with his grandpa’s M1903A4 Springfield; he has come to possess exceptional sniping skills.
When he'd come of age, he naturally sought to do his family’s military background honor and joined the armed forces, figuring his skills should not be put to waste. After graduating at the top of his class, he given his marching orders and headed out.
Current Location: Lackland AFB, San Antonio Texas
Side Note: Since he's been left to his own devices for so long, he's come up with all sorts of man-killing devices, that he can use in the field of battle. As such, he's become the best booby-trap layer on base.
Scenario: So this story is set in the idea that literally, 30 minutes from now, the covenant materializes in outer space, just above earth’s lower orbit. From there, we must fight for our lives as 150+ (count ‘em!) covenant ships (Capitol, battle, cruiser, destroyer or whatever otherwise) begin deploying infantry drop ships, fighters, etc.
Restrictions:
-NORMAL PEOPLE ONLY. NO CELEBS.
-In order to preserve realism, you are restricted to 2 main weapons, 1 pistol, a knife, and a max of 6 grenades.
-The master chief has not, doesn’t, and will never exist in this thread.
-We are not as technically advanced as in the game.
-This means no pelicans, etc.
-No human can ever learn to use a covenant vehicle, but more advanced fighters can be built after a while. 20+ pages, is good.
-Likewise, no covenant can learn to drive anything human made.
-You can control covenant troops, which can control their own ships.
-Try to be realistic, even in this thread.
Storyline: The covenant star their expantionalist campaign many years earlier, in this story. Light speed engines haven’t been invented, space ships haven’t either. Naturally, the Spartan II program isn’t even a dream yet. So, 30 minutes from RIGHT NOW, the invasion begins. Relative to the story, at least.
PLEASE POST A CHARACTER SHEET WITH THIS AS THE BASIS:
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Military afilliation, if any:[/b]
[b]Rank, if any:[/b]
[b]Weapon Specilization:[/b]
[b]Weapon payload:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Background:[/b]
You can add anything else you want, after that.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Name: Erasmus Gardener
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Military afilliation, if any: U.S. Army
Rank: Private 1st Class
Weapon Specilization: Advanced Tactical Heavy Sniper
Weapon payload: Modified TAC-50A Sniper rifle, Modified Colt 1911 .45 ACP with 17 round magazine, Modified Benelli M4 super 90, 12 inch survival knife
Personality: Quiet, calculating. Likes to think everything through to all ends, and usually is nostril-deep in thought, when encountered. He tends to operate on the next plane of human function when sniping in the field, which usually has him more silent than death. He writes a lot, but doesn't share that with anyone. Raz dislikes bright light, open areas, areas without good cover, revealing vantage points, the color neon pink, heavy assault weapons and being shot at, as do all snipers. His love of watching human beings explode messily in his scope tends to make people think he's a bit psychotic.
Background: Raz is a normal American, born to a normal family. His entire family, both hardcore republicans and possessing a long-ranging military lineage, saw the need to instill the love of guns and the army in him at a young age. He’d killed his first deer at the age of 5 and because of his excessive (and sometimes illegal) hunting of all kinds of animals with his grandpa’s M1903A4 Springfield; he has come to possess exceptional sniping skills.
When he'd come of age, he naturally sought to do his family’s military background honor and joined the armed forces, figuring his skills should not be put to waste. After graduating at the top of his class, he given his marching orders and headed out.
Current Location: Lackland AFB, San Antonio Texas
Side Note: Since he's been left to his own devices for so long, he's come up with all sorts of man-killing devices, that he can use in the field of battle. As such, he's become the best booby-trap layer on base.