Post by Autumn "Hawk Eye" Chapman on Jan 11, 2010 18:18:59 GMT -6
Basic Information
Name: Autumn Sky Chapman
Call sign: Hawk Eye
Radio Call Sign: Alpha-Four-Six
Age: 21
Rank: Sergeant
Branch: Army
MOS Sniper
Date Of Birth: 12/11/1988
Place Of Birth: Columbiana, Shelby County, Alabama, USA
Country Of Origin: United States Of America
Appearance/Other
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Long-Straight
Eye Color: Blue
Personality:
Autumn is a very sweet young lady, from a tough past, she is seen as kind and loving by many people. She is very quick to think about a situation, but she never tries to lose her head in touch situation. She is quick to make friends, normally able to bring them to her with just a friendly smile. Her mind is always going fast, which some say because she has 'ADD', though she kinds of likes the idea of being able to think of more things then the task at hand. She is very caring, normally from what she has learn in Church to be caring to all who are around. She is very quick to forgive, but for her, it is hard to forget about anything.
Autumn does have a bad side, which most do of course. She is very quick to see a bad side in a person, weather it be self centerness, or just a normally person being mean to another. She does not like people being self centered and will tell you quickly that she does not like them at all. She is very quick to make judgment once she knows you. It takes a lot to anger her, but when she is mad, she will be sure to tell you with quick actions and sometimes a bad fight. Do not talk about her family or her friends, she will make you pay and sometimes it is not the best way to pay either.
Likes:
- Alabama
- Church
- Family
- Friends
- Hometown
- Horses
- School of Technology
- Good Memories
Dislikes:
- Annoying People
- People who insult religion
- Disrespect towards family
- Know it alls
- People who trash her home
- Spiders
- Shelby County High School
- Bad Memories
History
[/center][/color]Bio:
Being born in a small town does not always have it good sides. Autumn was born in Columbiana, Alabama a small town in Shelby County. The town is nice, knows just about everyone, but then, everyone also knows your parents. Her mother and father lived in the outskirts, in a place called Four Mile, which is just a small, spread out community. Her mother was the horse trainer in the family, teaching her everything she knew, her father... was a drunk from hell. She never got along with him, he was always getting drunk and beating her mother and sometimes herself. She did not have other brothers and sister, so she normally ended up with the worst beating. She did not like her home, but she loved the stables and wanted nothing more then to leave.
Her mother would always send her to her grand parents house, never allowing her to be at home until she knew her father was in bed or passed out. Her mother would sometimes sleep on the couch, since she did not want to be in bed when her husband woke up and only wanted one thing. Autumn went to school, sometimes hiding bruises, but she made it through her school... Until she decided to join the Army, her mother was proud of her, but her father saw it as a enemy to the household and cursed her constantly. She had a year left of school when she joined, attending the Shelby County School of Technology and taking the Public Service Academy. She knew what she wanted to do and worked towards the goal.
Her mother gave her a farewell the day of her leave for basic training, her father just stood, looking hatefully down at her. Her mother was planning on divorcing the man, paying the lawyer extra and then living her life. Autumn had a feeling she would be getting married within the next year, to the stable hand manager of the barn. He had been the true father to Autumn, supporting her for many years. She left for training, going through the basic with some difficulty since she had never done this stuff before, but she made it, being one of the top in her Marksmanship and went on from there to sniper school.
She had wanted to be a Military Police, but she knew better when she saw how well she would do as a sniper, so she went. She was sent to a few places for training and then went on her first tour when she had just turned nineteen years old. She was to look over a road below a ridge for the first month, got what she was looking for there and then went to many other places where the military wanted them to be.
Weapons/Other
[/center][/color]Primary:Sniper Rifle - SR-25
Secondary: Pistol - M9
Melee: Knife
Other Equipment: Laser Dot Sight & AN/PEQ-2 (Laser Sights)
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RP Example:
[/center]The morning sun was rising and I was still in bed. It was nice to not be in training and able to sleep in before duty at nine in the morning. I smiled up at the ceiling as I heard someone yelling outside my window. I jumped out of bed, wearing my normal, dark brown shorts and a white shirt that I wore for my training when I was asleep. I walked outside, looking out as I saw a few of the new recruits look over at me while they were running. Three... Two... One... "BOY GET YOUR DAMN HEAD BACK FORWARD THIS IS NOT A SHOW!" I smiled, looking at the man who had sent out the call. "Good morning Hawk Eye, how does it feel being back in the states?!" I smiled and walked down my side walk, they were still making their way down the path.
"Very good thanks, happy to be home, it is nice to sleep in," I said as I watched the men go by, the drill Sargent yelling at them to keep eyes forever. I looked back at the man and smiled. "It was good to see a familiar face... How are the kids?" I said glancing at the men before looking back at him.
"A few drop outs, but the normal, however, the kids at home are looking forward to seeing their favorite sniper," I laughed and then nodded before I saw him take in a big breath, said his farewells before he went on back to marching with the men. I turned and headed back inside, grabbing a bag from the floor and going through it to get my BDUs out. I grabbed everything I needed to head to the place my unit would be meeting to socialize and clean the gear. I pulled my hair up last in a loose bun, the normal that I had taken to being in Iraq and then headed out the door, grabbing the keys to my old 1965 Black Ford Mustang. I loved my ride, it was so awesome and it was my dream car, with a brand new motor, a awesome interior, and a sweet paint job.
I headed off down the road, revving my engine when I past the group of trainees and then parking in my normal space. I waved to a few of the guys, pulled out my stuff and headed in, with a little help from my boss and then pulled out my stuff. I heard something and it did not sound very good at all, I did not like it. I stood, grabbing my pistol, which was sitting on my table and loading a magazine. One of the other men were across from me and giving me signals that something was wrong. I looked up and then down, before grabbing a chair and pulling down the round mirror in the corner and pushing it in the hallway.
I saw a hand, laying on the floor... Not good! We rushed out, guns raised as we moved through the hallway, checking rooms and giving signals if we saw anyone that we needed. By time we made it five yards from the hand we have five guys, gun drawn. I signaled two to go around the back away and the other three to stay in one of the rooms in order to be ready to come after me and the guy I had started this with. I could hear someone whisper, like they wanted to do something, but at the same time did not. I moved forward slightly, quickly seeing my boss was the guy on the ground. I lightly touched his wrist, feeling a pulse. He was knocked out, not dead. I saw movement and saw the other two and nodded. They came up quickly, looking in and holding up four fingers, telling me that they had four people in a circle. I nodded and motioned for another one from the room.
"Jenkins," My voice was very low, years from sniper training told me never to be heard. "Go the electric room and cut off power to this area. He nodded, I turned to another man. "Do you have a smoke bomb with your gear?" He nodded and I told him to quickly go and get it. He returned on a second later with a smoke bomb. I had it in hand and when the lights went out, in went the smoke bomb and we pressed entered the room, staying on the wall and pointing guns towards the center.
Power came on moments later, four guys in the center, guns drawn, surrounded by six guys. They lowered their weapons and slide them on the ground to the man at the door before two guys took them in. I was lucky I had training, but I had hoped this place would be safe when I got back... Things never quit amazing me.
"Very good thanks, happy to be home, it is nice to sleep in," I said as I watched the men go by, the drill Sargent yelling at them to keep eyes forever. I looked back at the man and smiled. "It was good to see a familiar face... How are the kids?" I said glancing at the men before looking back at him.
"A few drop outs, but the normal, however, the kids at home are looking forward to seeing their favorite sniper," I laughed and then nodded before I saw him take in a big breath, said his farewells before he went on back to marching with the men. I turned and headed back inside, grabbing a bag from the floor and going through it to get my BDUs out. I grabbed everything I needed to head to the place my unit would be meeting to socialize and clean the gear. I pulled my hair up last in a loose bun, the normal that I had taken to being in Iraq and then headed out the door, grabbing the keys to my old 1965 Black Ford Mustang. I loved my ride, it was so awesome and it was my dream car, with a brand new motor, a awesome interior, and a sweet paint job.
I headed off down the road, revving my engine when I past the group of trainees and then parking in my normal space. I waved to a few of the guys, pulled out my stuff and headed in, with a little help from my boss and then pulled out my stuff. I heard something and it did not sound very good at all, I did not like it. I stood, grabbing my pistol, which was sitting on my table and loading a magazine. One of the other men were across from me and giving me signals that something was wrong. I looked up and then down, before grabbing a chair and pulling down the round mirror in the corner and pushing it in the hallway.
I saw a hand, laying on the floor... Not good! We rushed out, guns raised as we moved through the hallway, checking rooms and giving signals if we saw anyone that we needed. By time we made it five yards from the hand we have five guys, gun drawn. I signaled two to go around the back away and the other three to stay in one of the rooms in order to be ready to come after me and the guy I had started this with. I could hear someone whisper, like they wanted to do something, but at the same time did not. I moved forward slightly, quickly seeing my boss was the guy on the ground. I lightly touched his wrist, feeling a pulse. He was knocked out, not dead. I saw movement and saw the other two and nodded. They came up quickly, looking in and holding up four fingers, telling me that they had four people in a circle. I nodded and motioned for another one from the room.
"Jenkins," My voice was very low, years from sniper training told me never to be heard. "Go the electric room and cut off power to this area. He nodded, I turned to another man. "Do you have a smoke bomb with your gear?" He nodded and I told him to quickly go and get it. He returned on a second later with a smoke bomb. I had it in hand and when the lights went out, in went the smoke bomb and we pressed entered the room, staying on the wall and pointing guns towards the center.
Power came on moments later, four guys in the center, guns drawn, surrounded by six guys. They lowered their weapons and slide them on the ground to the man at the door before two guys took them in. I was lucky I had training, but I had hoped this place would be safe when I got back... Things never quit amazing me.
