Post by Joshua "Werewolf" Kennedy on Jan 4, 2010 22:15:35 GMT -6
Basic Information
Name: Joshua Kennedy
Call sign: Werewolf
Radio Call Sign: Echo-Nine-Three
Age: 24
Rank: E-5 Sergeant
Branch: United States Marines Corps
Date Of Birth: 6/18/1993 (I'm assuming this takes place in 2016)
Place Of Birth: San Francisco, California, USA
Country Of Origin: United States Of America
Appearance/Other
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 205 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Joshua is a hardened Sergeant from the USMC. Being a soldier was tough for him to begin, because he knew that he shouldn't make any friends (even though this was inevitable). He is a generally clam person. Serving in multiple wars, Joshua does not lose his cool very easily. He is usually tries to smile, even if it's short lived. He is a very caring person, and will never leave a man behind. Overall, he's a very caring person, but he will not shy away from shooting a bullet on the battlefield
Likes:
- R & R
- Quick and Clean missions
- Minimal resistance
- Minimal casualties
- A good plan B
Dislikes:
- A bad plan B
- Friendly casualties
- Suicide Missions
- Unnecessary carnage
- Failed Operations
History
[/center][/color]Bio:
(Note that a bit of this is older material from another RP)
Joshua was a young man from California who tried to support his family ever since his father left for work and never came home one day. It was a hard life for him, trying to find a new job every month or so. At the age of 19, he was unfortunately out of a job again, and could only support his family through joining the marines. That year was the worst year for Joshua, as he lost three friends (the most in a single year). He stayed in touch with his family, and always chats with them through his laptop whenever he can. Many see him as a vet because of he is one of the longest surviving marines (most around him were two or less years serving). Of course he always showed his prowess in accuracy, and never routed from a battle he couldn't lose. He always thinks of his family, and will never forget to contact them whenever he can.
Upon his promotion to Sergeant, he was chosen as part of the USMC 1st Force Recon, and fought in the war against Khaled Al-asad. His unit was pulled out before the nuclear explosion killed 30,000 other Marines in the area. After the event, he was assessed by recruiters, and hand picked to join TF120.
Weapons/Other
[/center][/color]Primary: M4A1 w/ EOTech 553 Holo Sight and Silencer
Secondary: SPAS-12 Shotgun
Melee: K-Bar Combat Knife
Other Equipment:
Flash-bangs x2
Frag Grenades x2
C4 x2
Smoke Grenades x2
LITE Headset
Extra Batteries x2
AN/PRC-148 MBITR
SINCGARS-Single Channel Ground and Airborne Radio System
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RP Example:
[/center]This is really old, but is a short story.
“They said the mission would be simple... We thought it was going to be easy... Hit their artillery and get out of there... We thought it wasn't going to be a problem...”
“We were wrong...”
-Joshua
-Aftermath of OPERATION: Torch
Unknown Planet (Data file lost)
OPERATION: Torch
1200 Hours
Long before anybody set foot on this planet, they knew how important it was to take it from the Covenant. The battle had lasted for two days by the time the UNSC had no choice but to call in the Spartans. The battlefield, already riddled with craters and dead bodies from both sides, had been still roaring with bullets and plasma fire. Flying above the area, two Pelicans with the Spartans called to duty. “This is Vector 1-8-7, nearing destination, what are you orders?”
“Vector 1-8-7, you are clear to land in sector 6, go in slow and low, out.”
“This is it people," said Grant, "It's time to show what Spartans are made of!”
“Hey, Josh,” a young Simon began. Next to him, Joshua, one of the Spartans in the squad, looked up.
“Yeah, Simon?”
“How many do you think they outnumber us?”
“At least 3-1.”
“Great,” said Maxwell, who was sitting next to Simon, “We're just drops in the ocean.”
“Don’t be so negative,” Alissa told Maxwell, “We’re Spartans.”
“You’re right,” Grant remarked, “We are Spartans, but we aren’t invincible.”
“What does that mean?” Maxwell asked nervously.
“It means you still have to watch your ass,” Joshua responded “because these things out there will kill you if they get the chance.” In the front seat of the Pelican was Harley, a young pilot, but very experienced. “Alright, everyone,” Harley told the group, “we’re two clicks from the drop zone, get your weapons ready.” Harley picked up her communicator, “Foxtrot 5-5-7, we’re nearing position, how are you holding up?”
“This is Foxtrot,” responded Echo, another pilot, “we’re doing fine, let’s give them a little present.”
The Pelican stopped, and Grant threw open the door. “Everybody, move!” he yelled. The squad ran out of the Pelican, next to them, another Pelican was landing, dropping off another group of Spartans. Everyone pulled out their weapons and ran up the slope in front of them. Looking over, Joshua could see the artillery position, crawling with Brutes. “Joshua,” Grant called out, “How many can you see?”
“At least forty, guarding five Wraiths.”
“Okay, let’s see if we can’t shake them up,” Grant told them. The group waited for a signal. They sat for two minutes until Grant yelled, “Go, go go!”
Everybody ran down the slope, firing at brutes along their way down. Halfway down the slope, fifteen brutes lay dead or dying. Joshua reloaded his weapon, and continued firing upon the group. Two of the Wraiths noticed them, and opened fire. “Incoming,” Joshua yelled. The plasma mortars came down towards them. The Spartans scattered, Joshua only heard the sound of the blasts explode next to him. He looked back; two Spartans lay on the floor. Inspecting them, none were in his squad. “Men down! Men down!” radio chatter rang throughout Joshua’s communicator. Joshua focused on the battlefield, spikes flying towards them. “Get down,” Maxwell yelled. Everybody ducked, spikes flew overhead. Grant looked up and moved forward. Joshua and the rest of the group followed closely. Simon pulled out a grenade and threw it at the enemies. The brutes near the grenade took the full blast and died. Joshua was then up so close to the enemy position that he could see their eyes. He opened fire, taking down a few brutes. The group neared the Wraiths, and, like in training, jumped on top of them and stuck grenades in their hull. They jumped off and quickly ran a short distance. The Wraiths exploded in unison, killing nearby brutes. The brutes were not to be underestimated, and called reinforcements before the wraiths exploded. Their reinforcements appeared from over a hill and opened fire upon the Spartans. “Look out!” yelled Simon. Joshua, just noticing, looked up. He pulled Simon and Alissa under the cover of the destroyed Wraiths. Grant was already in cover, but Maxwell was too far to go anywhere. Spikes and plasma shots riddled him with fire, breaking his shield and piercing his body. “Maxwell!” Joshua could only watch and shout as he saw one of his closest friends get ripped to shreds before his very eyes. Everybody just watched, and after about fifteen seconds, Maxwell fell to the ground. “Maxwell,” Alissa yelled.
“Maxwell,” Grant called, “Max, can you here me?”
“Max...” Joshua was very silent, “please, get up... Please...”
Maxwell stayed silent, and soon, his vitals showed KIA. Alissa was furious, and got up to fire at the enemies. Running wildly, firing her battle rifle, she took down brutes left and right. Grant knew she was going to die at that rate, and had to try and stop her. “Alissa! Stop, you won’t make it!”
She turned around. “I know,” she responded. Joshua was about to speak, but stopped after hearing her words.
“What is she doing?” Simon asked.
“She’s trying to save us.” Joshua replied.
“Save us?”
“She doesn’t want us to end up like Max.”
Alissa was furious, gunning down as many as she could. She threw one of her last grenades, exploding and killing a good amount of brutes. She took down most of the group, almost losing her shields. Seven Brutes remain on that hill, but many more were coming up. She knew what had to be done. Alissa pulled out a grenade, ran up to the brutes, still cooking it. As she got up to the group of brutes, one of them with a Spiker lunged at her and pierced her body with his bayonet. As she took the hit, her blood flew and hit the brute. Under her helmet, she cracked a smile, while overhead a Banshee fell from the sky and landed behind the hill, while a brilliant shade of plasma cannons and missiles and bullets flying past each other illuminated the sky. The sight would have been beautiful to anyone at the scene. Alissa, still impaled, dropped the grenade at her feet. Before it hit the ground, it burst into a dazzling explosion. The shrapnel ripped through every last brute, and through Alissa.
“Alissa!” once again, Joshua could only watch and yell. Her shredded body fell to the floor, limp, lifeless. Her vitals showed KIA, and Joshua couldn’t deny it, she was dead. Joshua stood up, and saw the brutes coming over the hill. “We have to go,” he said. Simon looked up, and got a grip over himself. Grant pulled him up, and the three ran back up the slope, followed closely by the remainder of the second squad. The brutes opened fire, Joshua returned fire. “Joshua, move,” Grant yelled.
“Get over the hill! I’ll cover you!”
“Are you insane?” Simon yelled.
“Just go!”
Grant and Simon got over the slope, and Joshua, while reaching the top, took two hits to his side. He felt them go in, and fell down on the other side of the slope.
“Josh!” Simon ran up to Joshua. “Josh, you okay man?” Joshua looked up, seeing Simon and Grant.
“Guys... ugh... I can’t move.”
“Stay strong, soldier,” Grant told him.
Simon and Grant carried Joshua over their shoulder. Grant pulled up his hand and touched his communicator. “Vector 1-8-7, this is Spartan ID 87, requesting pick up, over.”
“This is Vector 1-8-7, sit tight boys, I’m coming in hot, out.”
“Roger, don’t worry Josh, we’ll get you out of here.”
“How many Spartans...” Joshua asked, “Was that single position worth, Grant?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’re the best, but we lost in my eyes, I mean, just look; we lost four Spartans, two of which have been with us since we were children, and we only took down one position with about sixty brutes. Tell me, when will it end?”
Harley flew overhead and opened the hatch of her Pelican. The Spartans climbed into the hatch and took a seat. “Not soon enough...” Joshua said to himself as the Pelican flew out of the hot zone.
“If anyone knew what would happen that day, I don’t think anyone would have made us do that mission... It was the worst mission I ever saw... I don’t even want to talk about this; it just makes me remember the image of my two friends, dying in front of me...”
“Nobody should have to live through that...”
-Joshua
-Aftermath of OPERATION: Torch