Post by Orin on Jul 18, 2010 13:20:44 GMT
Name:
First Name: Orin
Middle Name: Unknown
Last Name: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5’ 10”
Age: 43
Weight: 163 lbs.
Body Build: Average Build, Muscled.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Very Light Blue
Skin Color: Light Tan
General Information:
Planet of Origin: earth
History: N/A (Will eventually be explained)
Allegiance: Neutral
Equipment:
Weaponry type: Earth Weaponry
Class: Civilian
Primary Weapon: Model 2020 Shotgun
Secondary Weapon: Mod. 800R
Side arm: XCR-9 Competition
Other Equipment: A machete with holes cut in the blade to make it lighter, a backpack carrying his meager supplies, a special pair of sunglasses that he wears always due to a vow he gave to his father when the man was on his deathbed (the glasses were willed to Orin), a throwing knife, and a small box, like a jewelry box, containing some unknown item (Orin guards it closely). In addition, he carries ammo and supplies that he can scavenge to defend himself.
Armor: Little armor; he wears a brown trench coat to keep out the desert sand and to protect himself from the planet’s glaring UV Rays, brown workman’s boots, khaki cargo pants, and a white shirt.
Personal Information:
Name: Dan
Age: 15
E-mail: N/A
Do you have a time zone other than eastern?: No
If so what time zone is that?: N/A
How did you find the Arcia forum?: Came across it searching for a forum kind of like this one.
Sample writing: (I altered the Sample Writing slightly to help better fit my character, since he is more of a civilian. Can I do that? If not, I can change the writing. You’ll see the alteration isn’t that bad; it just suits my character as a civilian.)
The doors to the small refugee transport opened as Orin jumped up from his seat and bolted towards the exit. Almost immediately, the leader of the group was struck down, along with most of the other refugees. Bullets whirred around Orin as he exploded forward out of the transport, just before the ship set aflame. He dove behind a fallen log and heard the several “thwacks” as bullets shot from a nearby soldier collided with the once thriving tree.
Civilian Refugee Craft A-240, the ship in which Orin had just been, barely fell short of its mark, a large AU bunker planted in the middle of the Northern Territories for civilians fleeing from nearby settlements. The large defensive structure emanated tracer rounds that cut down enemy soldiers, of whom Orin could not identify. He felt a bullet fly by his head as he began to move in the direction of the bunker. He kept himself low and tried to stay out of sight from anyone. If he could manage to weather the skirmish and remain hidden, then he could safely approach the AU fortification and enter it safely.
An enemy troop to Orin’s left let out a blood-curdling scream as an AU sniper round slammed through his thigh, and Orin immediately lunged to the ground just as a hail of mini-gun rounds cut the across the space only inches above his head. Explosions went off all around him seemingly simultaneously, and for the first time during his short moments out of the fallen transport, Orin truly felt a sense of danger.
As Orin heard an enemy transport land only a few yards from the tree he was now hiding behind, he realized that he, though he was technically a civilian, could not remain neutral in this battle. However, he would only be able to use his pistol (which he was quite proficient with), as his other weapons had to be shipped on a separate transport to the bunker.
Orin remained hidden behind the tree, not daring to peak around it, as he heard multiple soldiers jump out. This was his test! Every man, at one point or another in his life, must face a life or death situation. This was Orin’s. If Orin could defeat these few soldiers then he would have a clear and relatively safe path to the rear entrance into the base.
As he remained behind the tree, several soldiers began to yell furiously. Orin heard them say a few words, but they were obviously speaking some dialect of German…or maybe it was Italian. Apparently, there was an English-speaking soldier in the small squad as Orin heard one say something like, “There, behind that tree!” Orin heard three distinct gunshots as the men shot at the tree at which he was taking cover.
Instantaneously, Orin dove from his cover, and unleashed six bullets from his pistol. He shot the semi-automatic competition pistol almost as fast as an automatic weapon might. All six rounds hit their targets and the men fell to the ground. The lightning fast kills that he had just made reminded him of his time that he had spent in competition shooting back on earth. If he could think of the killing as simply shooting a paper target, then it would help ease the pain brought by the thought of ending someone else’s life.
He arose from his crouched position on the ground, and after identifying an apparent lack of movement and gunfire in his immediate area, he proceeded to the rear of the AU bunker. There, few enemy troops were able to land and with the minor skirmish being over, Orin was able to safely approach the small road block that the AU had set to guard the underground entrance to the AU fortification.
An AU guard spoke in a stern, but questioning voice, “Who goes there?” Orin tried to sound as unthreatening and insignificant as he could. “A civilian from Transport A-240.” “I thought no one survived that flaming heap of wreckage!” The guard said. “Well,” said Orin “You’re looking at some one who did.”
Orin spoke once more, “I assume that I can find food and shelter here?” “Absolutely,” said the guard, and after Orin showed the guard his transport ticket, the guard said, “You’re free to pass…Orin. You will find your belongings in locker 874-D in the third sub floor of the bunker. We’re glad you’re well.” Orin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had survived the small skirmish. However, he new that he was not safe here at the bunker; in fact, he knew that he would never be safe from those hunting him, not matter where he hid.
First Name: Orin
Middle Name: Unknown
Last Name: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5’ 10”
Age: 43
Weight: 163 lbs.
Body Build: Average Build, Muscled.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Very Light Blue
Skin Color: Light Tan
General Information:
Planet of Origin: earth
History: N/A (Will eventually be explained)
Allegiance: Neutral
Equipment:
Weaponry type: Earth Weaponry
Class: Civilian
Primary Weapon: Model 2020 Shotgun
Secondary Weapon: Mod. 800R
Side arm: XCR-9 Competition
Other Equipment: A machete with holes cut in the blade to make it lighter, a backpack carrying his meager supplies, a special pair of sunglasses that he wears always due to a vow he gave to his father when the man was on his deathbed (the glasses were willed to Orin), a throwing knife, and a small box, like a jewelry box, containing some unknown item (Orin guards it closely). In addition, he carries ammo and supplies that he can scavenge to defend himself.
Armor: Little armor; he wears a brown trench coat to keep out the desert sand and to protect himself from the planet’s glaring UV Rays, brown workman’s boots, khaki cargo pants, and a white shirt.
Personal Information:
Name: Dan
Age: 15
E-mail: N/A
Do you have a time zone other than eastern?: No
If so what time zone is that?: N/A
How did you find the Arcia forum?: Came across it searching for a forum kind of like this one.
Sample writing: (I altered the Sample Writing slightly to help better fit my character, since he is more of a civilian. Can I do that? If not, I can change the writing. You’ll see the alteration isn’t that bad; it just suits my character as a civilian.)
The doors to the small refugee transport opened as Orin jumped up from his seat and bolted towards the exit. Almost immediately, the leader of the group was struck down, along with most of the other refugees. Bullets whirred around Orin as he exploded forward out of the transport, just before the ship set aflame. He dove behind a fallen log and heard the several “thwacks” as bullets shot from a nearby soldier collided with the once thriving tree.
Civilian Refugee Craft A-240, the ship in which Orin had just been, barely fell short of its mark, a large AU bunker planted in the middle of the Northern Territories for civilians fleeing from nearby settlements. The large defensive structure emanated tracer rounds that cut down enemy soldiers, of whom Orin could not identify. He felt a bullet fly by his head as he began to move in the direction of the bunker. He kept himself low and tried to stay out of sight from anyone. If he could manage to weather the skirmish and remain hidden, then he could safely approach the AU fortification and enter it safely.
An enemy troop to Orin’s left let out a blood-curdling scream as an AU sniper round slammed through his thigh, and Orin immediately lunged to the ground just as a hail of mini-gun rounds cut the across the space only inches above his head. Explosions went off all around him seemingly simultaneously, and for the first time during his short moments out of the fallen transport, Orin truly felt a sense of danger.
As Orin heard an enemy transport land only a few yards from the tree he was now hiding behind, he realized that he, though he was technically a civilian, could not remain neutral in this battle. However, he would only be able to use his pistol (which he was quite proficient with), as his other weapons had to be shipped on a separate transport to the bunker.
Orin remained hidden behind the tree, not daring to peak around it, as he heard multiple soldiers jump out. This was his test! Every man, at one point or another in his life, must face a life or death situation. This was Orin’s. If Orin could defeat these few soldiers then he would have a clear and relatively safe path to the rear entrance into the base.
As he remained behind the tree, several soldiers began to yell furiously. Orin heard them say a few words, but they were obviously speaking some dialect of German…or maybe it was Italian. Apparently, there was an English-speaking soldier in the small squad as Orin heard one say something like, “There, behind that tree!” Orin heard three distinct gunshots as the men shot at the tree at which he was taking cover.
Instantaneously, Orin dove from his cover, and unleashed six bullets from his pistol. He shot the semi-automatic competition pistol almost as fast as an automatic weapon might. All six rounds hit their targets and the men fell to the ground. The lightning fast kills that he had just made reminded him of his time that he had spent in competition shooting back on earth. If he could think of the killing as simply shooting a paper target, then it would help ease the pain brought by the thought of ending someone else’s life.
He arose from his crouched position on the ground, and after identifying an apparent lack of movement and gunfire in his immediate area, he proceeded to the rear of the AU bunker. There, few enemy troops were able to land and with the minor skirmish being over, Orin was able to safely approach the small road block that the AU had set to guard the underground entrance to the AU fortification.
An AU guard spoke in a stern, but questioning voice, “Who goes there?” Orin tried to sound as unthreatening and insignificant as he could. “A civilian from Transport A-240.” “I thought no one survived that flaming heap of wreckage!” The guard said. “Well,” said Orin “You’re looking at some one who did.”
Orin spoke once more, “I assume that I can find food and shelter here?” “Absolutely,” said the guard, and after Orin showed the guard his transport ticket, the guard said, “You’re free to pass…Orin. You will find your belongings in locker 874-D in the third sub floor of the bunker. We’re glad you’re well.” Orin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had survived the small skirmish. However, he new that he was not safe here at the bunker; in fact, he knew that he would never be safe from those hunting him, not matter where he hid.