Post by Brandon on Feb 23, 2010 0:53:06 GMT
Name:
First Name: Brandon
Middle Name: Lee
Last Name: Jacobs
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5' 11"
Age: 19
Weight: 149 lbs.
Body Build: Thin and fast
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: White
General Information:
Planet of Origin: Earth
History: Born on Earth in 2056, Brandon Jacobs grew up with his father telling him stories of distant planets that he'd visited. Brandon always wanted to go out among the stars. He finally was able to go with his father to Earth-2, but their ship was hijacked and he was kidnapped by smugglers at age 17. For two years now he has been a smuggler and is quickly becoming one of the best smugglers in the galaxy.
Allegiance: AU
Equipment:
Weaponry type: Brandon's weaponry is typical of smugglers all over the galaxy.
Class: Mercenary/Smuggler
Primary Weapon: 2 117 Heavy Assualt TAGs (Troop Assistant Gun)
Secondary Weapon: Heavyfire P97
Side arm: 2 Desert Eagles from 2008 given to him by his father.
Other Equipment: ARAM (Armband Research and Assistance Machine)
-Sleeping Gas
-GPS
-Flamethrower
Just a few things
Also his ship, Sunfighter
Armor: Light but sturdy
Personal Information:
Age: 13+
How did you find the Arcia forum?: The Administrator
Sample writing: The small ship landed atop a little hill about 300 yards away from the building. "Alright, remember everyone! This is a high priority target. So just remember your paycheck!" Brandon smiled as the commander said this. It was rare that he got to see so many friends in one place. Smugglers usually stayed solo unless they need lots of help. Brandon turned to grab his guns when he heard a shot and a yell. He turned to see that the commander had been shot in the head. He suddenly realized that left him in charge. Several of the men were already staring at him waiting for orders.
"Alright everyone listen up! This ain't gonna be easy. There must be snipers on the roof. We're gonna need a major distraction. When we exit this vehicle everyone get behind one of those rocks nearby and STAY DOWN! Pilot! We're gonna need some cover fire."
"Yes sir!"
"Alright everyone lets go!"
They ran out of the carrier and dashed to the rocks. Every man took cover behind the rocks. Only one man went down, and he was able to crawl back to the carrier as it took off. Once they got to the rocks, Brandon got on his ARAM and told all of them his plan. They waited until the firing stopped. Suddenly a shot rang out from the carrier. They saw the roof burst into flame. All the enemy troops on the ground ducked and scrambled for cover.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The smugglers went from rock to rock, firing as they went. The carrier continued to fire constantly, nailing down the enemy. They finally made it to near point blank range, about thirty feet from the building. They continued to nail down the enemy. Suddenly shots rang from the building. There were AA guns in the windows! The carrier immediately pulled out.
Brandon spat and said "Oh boy we're in trouble now..."
He suddenly had an idea. He had his men continue to fire while he and two others left to the side. The firing and grenades and the battle in general had made dust rise, so it was easy for the three to sneak around the side of the building.
"What are we exactly after?"
Brandon replied "There's a giant ammo dump inside the basement. We need to sneak in through this side and plant charges and leave. Understood?"
"Understood."
They came to the door. The door wasn't locked. They snuck through the maze of halls until they finally reached the ammo dump. They planted the charges and prepared to leave. Brandon turned, and he found the other two were dead.
"So you are here, Tanning?"
"What did you think, you filthy smuggler, that I would leave my supplies unguarded. You fool."
Boom.
Brandon ducked just in time. Tanning was attacking him with a knife. They locked in combat, trying to move each other to a disadvantage. Tanning seemed to be winning when Brandon tried to pull out his desert eagle. Tanning dropped his knife and locked Brandon's arm. They struggled until Brandon dropped the gun. Then they fought hand to hand. Blows exchanged and dodged. Brandon found himself in a chokehold. Tanning smiled.
"I have you now. Any last words."
"Yes. I have another one."
Boom!
Tanning dropped to the floor. He was dead. Brandon checked the charges. They read 27 seconds.
"Oh crap!"
Brandon ran for it. He exited the building with about 10 seconds left.
"Everyone run! Don't worry about it, just run for it!!!"
They all ran for it. 7,6,5. The carrier had landed about 30 feet from where they had been. They climbed inside. 4,3,2,1...
"PUNCH IT!"
BOOOOOOM!
The Employer, as he was called, had been watching and saw the explosion. He picked up his ARAM.
"Is someone there? Please respond."
"Yeah we're here."
"Your name?"
"Brandon Jacobs. Smuggler 1st Class."
First Name: Brandon
Middle Name: Lee
Last Name: Jacobs
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5' 11"
Age: 19
Weight: 149 lbs.
Body Build: Thin and fast
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: White
General Information:
Planet of Origin: Earth
History: Born on Earth in 2056, Brandon Jacobs grew up with his father telling him stories of distant planets that he'd visited. Brandon always wanted to go out among the stars. He finally was able to go with his father to Earth-2, but their ship was hijacked and he was kidnapped by smugglers at age 17. For two years now he has been a smuggler and is quickly becoming one of the best smugglers in the galaxy.
Allegiance: AU
Equipment:
Weaponry type: Brandon's weaponry is typical of smugglers all over the galaxy.
Class: Mercenary/Smuggler
Primary Weapon: 2 117 Heavy Assualt TAGs (Troop Assistant Gun)
Secondary Weapon: Heavyfire P97
Side arm: 2 Desert Eagles from 2008 given to him by his father.
Other Equipment: ARAM (Armband Research and Assistance Machine)
-Sleeping Gas
-GPS
-Flamethrower
Just a few things
Also his ship, Sunfighter
Armor: Light but sturdy
Personal Information:
Age: 13+
How did you find the Arcia forum?: The Administrator
Sample writing: The small ship landed atop a little hill about 300 yards away from the building. "Alright, remember everyone! This is a high priority target. So just remember your paycheck!" Brandon smiled as the commander said this. It was rare that he got to see so many friends in one place. Smugglers usually stayed solo unless they need lots of help. Brandon turned to grab his guns when he heard a shot and a yell. He turned to see that the commander had been shot in the head. He suddenly realized that left him in charge. Several of the men were already staring at him waiting for orders.
"Alright everyone listen up! This ain't gonna be easy. There must be snipers on the roof. We're gonna need a major distraction. When we exit this vehicle everyone get behind one of those rocks nearby and STAY DOWN! Pilot! We're gonna need some cover fire."
"Yes sir!"
"Alright everyone lets go!"
They ran out of the carrier and dashed to the rocks. Every man took cover behind the rocks. Only one man went down, and he was able to crawl back to the carrier as it took off. Once they got to the rocks, Brandon got on his ARAM and told all of them his plan. They waited until the firing stopped. Suddenly a shot rang out from the carrier. They saw the roof burst into flame. All the enemy troops on the ground ducked and scrambled for cover.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The smugglers went from rock to rock, firing as they went. The carrier continued to fire constantly, nailing down the enemy. They finally made it to near point blank range, about thirty feet from the building. They continued to nail down the enemy. Suddenly shots rang from the building. There were AA guns in the windows! The carrier immediately pulled out.
Brandon spat and said "Oh boy we're in trouble now..."
He suddenly had an idea. He had his men continue to fire while he and two others left to the side. The firing and grenades and the battle in general had made dust rise, so it was easy for the three to sneak around the side of the building.
"What are we exactly after?"
Brandon replied "There's a giant ammo dump inside the basement. We need to sneak in through this side and plant charges and leave. Understood?"
"Understood."
They came to the door. The door wasn't locked. They snuck through the maze of halls until they finally reached the ammo dump. They planted the charges and prepared to leave. Brandon turned, and he found the other two were dead.
"So you are here, Tanning?"
"What did you think, you filthy smuggler, that I would leave my supplies unguarded. You fool."
Boom.
Brandon ducked just in time. Tanning was attacking him with a knife. They locked in combat, trying to move each other to a disadvantage. Tanning seemed to be winning when Brandon tried to pull out his desert eagle. Tanning dropped his knife and locked Brandon's arm. They struggled until Brandon dropped the gun. Then they fought hand to hand. Blows exchanged and dodged. Brandon found himself in a chokehold. Tanning smiled.
"I have you now. Any last words."
"Yes. I have another one."
Boom!
Tanning dropped to the floor. He was dead. Brandon checked the charges. They read 27 seconds.
"Oh crap!"
Brandon ran for it. He exited the building with about 10 seconds left.
"Everyone run! Don't worry about it, just run for it!!!"
They all ran for it. 7,6,5. The carrier had landed about 30 feet from where they had been. They climbed inside. 4,3,2,1...
"PUNCH IT!"
BOOOOOOM!
The Employer, as he was called, had been watching and saw the explosion. He picked up his ARAM.
"Is someone there? Please respond."
"Yeah we're here."
"Your name?"
"Brandon Jacobs. Smuggler 1st Class."