Sign Up The Matrix: Nightraven

[Chaos]

[center][size=1][b]I still remember that day. He tried to take on a room full of agents, as he had done a million times before. But unfortionatly, this time...it was a set-up. Just as the last foe was hit down, it happened. Deja vu, only about twenty times worse. The building was wired to blow. Not even he had the time to evade that. We were watching him, as he was unscathed from his fight. The coding on the screen scrambled, and we heard him. A single grunt. Then...so sickeningly, his joints just fell off. Left and right arms just dropped on the ground, blood following as if water from a fountain.

His legs disconnected from his body, and rested against the chair, strapped in at the ankles. His chest cavity puffed out, and his skin slit open, organs inside turned to mush. His face, the skin of his face, just slid off of his skull. Eyes melted, and we watched in horror as Neo's brain, a soupy river of grey, poured out of every hole in his head.

That was five years ago to this day. But we have kept ourselves strong, in respect for The One. We will all fight until the day we die. And up until that day, our sworn enemies are the Agents.[/b][/size][/center]


[i]In the past five years, the resistance force has become stronger, faster, more advanced, and smarter. Unfortionatly, so have the Agents.

But about three years ago, Morpheus devised a plan. Patches for The Matrix. They would make protected safehouses, where we could be logged into The Matrix, but not have to worry about the dangers of jumping and sentinels. We could still load up, and train, and eat, and sleep. All in protected surroundings.

Since then, we've plucked away at the Agents, taking them out in ambushes. It takes time to clone more agents, and that time that we get we added to our numbers.

But a month ago,...something happened. A flaw in the patch design, we think. About fourty Agents stormed a safehouse in Atlanta, killing all inside. We originally suspected that the Agents had known of the houses before the attack, but when we ditched four of them once, we realized this to be false.

Since that first attack however, they have pried into our transmissions, taking out key positions in order of last radioed engagement. Now, we are one of the last, here, in New York City.

We have a plan to end this all. When an Agents is destroyed, he expells a code which is sent to their 'plant', if you will. A plant that stems this wicked and evil leaf. But if the 'plants', the original three Agents are destroyed, then there can be no more reproduction.

So we have amassed ourselves, and have had chips inplanted in us. This chip, which not only prevents anyone within thirty feet of becoming one of them, as long as they are in range of the chip, also reads the "piece", or code, that the Agents releases in death.

In reading the piece, we can detect flaws in the clone's abilites and exploit them. So far, the plan is working. But the Agents are becoming more and more ruthless and careful. We have gotten to the point where we found one of the three originals, Agent Hill. He escaped however.

Unfortionatly, these originals are far stronger than their clones. We can recognize them by the fact that we don't get a read-out on them from the chip, which gives us a mental HUD, so to speak.

But we have trained harder, inproved ourselves. The time to strike is now, after a two week lull in attacks. With this last push towards our goal, Operation 'Nightraven' is underway...[/i]

Sign-up Sheet:

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Codename:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Height:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b] [Guns, knives, etc.]

And yes, I will be selectively choosing the members that can enter...

[Vegitto4]

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan

[b]Codename:[/b] Postman

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Height:[/b] 5'10"

[b]Appearance:[/b] Just picture Dante from DMC2, and there you have it. Eye's change from silver to red.

[b]Personality:[/b] Short temper, intelligent, " Gung-Ho", and revengefull. Also, the "Shrink" of the group. During battle, he is quick minded, and can think on his feet, and not afraid to try anything. However, piss him off during battle, and he flies into a rage that is hard to stop. His opponent will utterly be destroyed. On a lighter note, he loves walks on the beach, candle light dinners..oh, wait, wrong rpg.........:blush:

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b]
Custom made sword: [b][i]Rebellion[/i][/b] Acid etched, therefore VERY sharp. Makes no sound when comming out of sheath unless it's for dramitic effect.
Dual custom pistols: [b] Ebony & Ivory [/b]. About 13 rounds in the clip, 1 in chamber at ALL times.
Shiruken's as well, only about 20 of those. Black in main colour, and trimmed, with chrome.
[b] Hand to hand[/b]: His skill in Hand to hand combat is barely surpassed by some in the group. Guess 3 forms of martial arts is good for you somehow.
His Accuracy has yet to be matched with any weapon, even by an agent.......

[TheShinje]

[size=1][color=darkblue][b]Name:[/b] Michail Hawkins

[b]Codename:[/b] M-Hawk

[b]Age:[/b]25

[b]Height:[/b]5'3

[b]Appearance:[/b] Jet black hair, green eyes, he looks like he hasn't sleeped in days. He has a black goatee, and a deep scar under his left eye, although no one really know how he Got it, He wears a black trenchcoat with Black denim Jeans and steel capped Black army boots.

[b]Personality:[/b] He hasn't smiled in over 5 years. Michail lives for onl;y one thing now, The destruction of the Matrix. Having lost his wife, Sarah and son, jacob to the maniacal machines. He swore revenge for his wife and son by the virtual blood of the Agents which killed them.\

He lives in a shabby flat, down the road close to the Adam street bridge. He works on the Freedom Ship, the Nebuchandezzar. His goal is the only thing keeping him alive, He is a serious threat to the agents, because he is not afraid toi die for the opportunity to take them out.

Preferred Gear: Two Pistols, one Automatic Machine Gun. A Machete, Two full sized Daggers and his combat training. Wears a black armband which is a remider of his goal and his promise to his son as he died in his arms. "I'll get the Agents, they will pay for this" The black Armband also conceals a tiny dagger, big enough to get him out of tigh spots where his other weaponry is discovered and taken by the Agents.[/size][/color]

[Posthumous]

[color=teal][size=1][b]Name: David

Codename:Yakuza

Age:20

Height:6'0

Appearance:Tall, dark haired

Personality:Short Temper,mad

Preferred Gear:Katana[/b][/size][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Kenneth Howell

[b]Codename[/b]: DeathKnight

[b]Age[/b]: 24

[b]Height[/b]: 6'8

[b]Appearance[/b]: Tall and slender, but still keeping muscles, he towers above most everyone. He has long, black hair that drapes just above his shoulder, his bangs covering his emerald green eyes, somewhat like a curtain. He has a few scars along his arms, aside from that he appears to be a normal member of society. Muscles aside, he is quite agile, prefering hand to hand combat to more heavy weaponry, the only gun he uses being a pistol.

[b]Personality[/b]: Cheerful, witty, comedic. He is a more cynical, jester-like figure that keeps morale high. But in a fight, he becomes highly intelligent and cunning, even to the point of sadism. Old friends of Neil ['Havoc'].

[b]Preferred Gear[/b]: Swords, Light Pistols, Daggers, Claws. More Ninja-Esque weaponry, his more favorite payload being a single Katana-like sword, rangeing from the length of a Bastard sword to a long dagger, and a pistol to effectively close off ranged and close combat. Often refered to as 'The Assassain' for these qualities, but he doesnt care.[/color]

[9mm Avenger]

[b]Name:[/b]Marth Rigfield

[b]Codename:[/b]Marine

[b]Age:[/b]23

[b]Height:[/b]5'9"

[b]Apperance:[/b]Tall, with a medium build, Marth has piercing blue eyes, and a mop of dirty blonde hair which surrounds his face like a tiny dog who decided to sit on his head. He has a vivid scar running from above his left eye, down to his chin, but he usually covers it up with makeup and fake skin. He is very silent at all times, moving without a trace. He usually wears an old black tank-top, and baggy comflauged pants. He has a Pac-Man tatoo on his left forearm, but he usually covers it up on missions.

[b]Personality:[/b]Your typical gung-ho, balls-to-the-wall, rowdy "cowboy" type person, who prefers straight out action to covert action, even though he moves silently at all times. he can be a bit annoying at times, but he knows when to shut up.

[b]Preffered Gear:[/b]His MP5-Navy, [i]Sharlene[/i]. He loves this gun so much, that if you even touch it, he'll gladly blow you out of time and space with it. He almost always carries it around, and it is slung over his shoulder, and rests on his back.

He also carries dual USP Tactical pistols in holsters on his hip.

[Flash]

[b]Name:[/b] Flash Rickards

[b]Codename:[/b] Apostle

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Height:[/b] 6'3"

[b]Appearance:[/b] Flash is fairly slim, and not very muscular. His hair is jet black, and dreadlocked. He wears a Black jacket, black waistcoat, black shirt, black pants, black boots, black trenchcoat and black-rimmed sunglasses, with Silver lenses. All his buttons are silver, as is his tie, and the buckle on his thick belt.

[b]Personality:[/b] Flash is a witty charmer who isn't afraid to put his life on the line to accomplish his goals. His boisterous, cocky attitude is sometimes contrasted with moments of somber loneliness and deep thought.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b] =[list]
[*][i]Dual Semi-Automatic Revolvers[/i] - Eight-bullet style, modern revolver magnums. Very powerful.
[*][i]Dual Ingrams[/i] - Standard, 30 round clip, 9mm Uzis. Chews through the ammo very fast.
[*][i]Double-barrel Lever-action Shotgun[/i] - With dual triggers so it can be fired one shot at a time, or both at once.
[*][i]Nunchuku[/i] - Flash is the master with Nun-chucks. No-one has ever been able to beat him with them in the construct.
[*][i]Fists[/i] - Like so many others, Flash loves fighting with his bare hands. He's damn good at it, too.
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[Chaos]

[b]Name:[/b] Neil Levia

[b]Codename:[/b] 'Havoc'; 'Blank'

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Height:[/b] 6' 6" [*resumes uuber-tall character stage*]

[b]Appearance:[/b] A handsome young man, Neil is a very muscular fellow, with various battle scars and memories. Upon his forearms are lines of flesh, missing, gouged out long ago by passing bullets. On he left cheek there is a small, horizontal line which he got from having a knife thrown at him. Moderatly short black hair is spiked up, naturally, and he prefers the ominous black setting of some of his teammates; black, loose shirt, black carpenter jeans, very baggy, and some good, old-fasioned Combat Boots [Army Issue], size seventeen. On his right bicept there is a tribal scoll going down to just before his elbow joint [ala Billy, RE Z].

[b]Personality:[/b] A rough and tough guy inside of battle, so much so that is how he got his codename, he is actually very lighthearted when not in a brawl. However, cross him once, just once, and you can bet you'll at least get punched in the mug.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b]

[list][*][b]Two M11 Silenced Submachine guns;[/b] Two very quiet yet deadly full automatic handguns. Clip size is 70 rounds.

[*][b]Two .50 Desert Eagles;[/b] Great stopping power and limited recoil make this heavy-hitting weapon one of Neil's favorites. Clip size is 15 rounds.

[*][b]SPAS 12 Shotgun;[/b] Standard automatic shotgun. Nothing special here. Oh, except that it can tears your head clear off at twenty yards. Hold 15 shells before needing to reload.

[*][b]Body;[/b] A fan of street fighting before he was awoken, he is considerably the best fighter of the group, since he usually wastes his ammo on anything that moves and due to his great strength, and suprising speed [on a scale, he's even faster than Agents]. He also mixes up his fights with dirty blows and some interesting counterblows.[/list]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Rali Kreigyr

Codename: Quietus

Age: 21

Height: Six foot one.

Appearance: Rali, like most people his height, is overly slender. His eyes are grey, with black flecks. Long, raven hair left fall free. Normally makes his face appear grey, lips black. His emaciated body, covered in wiry muscle, is somewhat more supple than average. He is by no means strong though. He dresses simply, more plainly than most of the others around him, asiding the face make up of course. Simple black cotton jeans, and a long sleeved black leather shirt, open-laced at the front. Despite that, his skin is still dead white. Wears black leather gloves at all times, and black combat boots.

Personality: Rali's fairly laid back, with a laconic, sarcastic sense of humour. Cynical to a fault, and pessimistic whenever possible. Tends to be pretty blas_é, about just about everything. Doesn't really give a damn about much, and basically takes the piss out of everything and everyone. Asiding his occasional comment, he's fairly reserved, though a hidden flamboyant lurks just beneath the surface. His persona doesn't change in combat, either. A bit quixotic, and fairly medieval. Shows in his choice of weaponry.

For once, Rali is actually completely normal.

Preferred Gear: Despises the use of guns, and absolutely refuses to touch them. He will, however, use the following:

[I]Hand to hand[/I]: His strong point. Tends to use it whenever possible.

[I]Crossbow[/I]: Think the crossbow from John Carpenter's Vampyres. That's as close to a gun as he gets.

Arbir: A six foot long quarterstaff with a blade on either end. Weapon of choice when one is required.

Twin scimitars: His secondary weapon.[/font][/color]

[Yoda]

[B]Name:[/B] Craig Logan

[B]Codename:[/B] Napalm

[B]Age:[/B] 25

[B]Height:[/B] 6'6"

[B]Appearance:[/B] Craig has hazel eyes, and is completely bald. He is however, quite rugged about his chin and cheeks. He is muscular and well defined, but looks tall rather than big. He has various battle scars, the biggest one being a large diagonal scar across his chest caused by a bullet skimming almost perfectly along his upper body. He wears a black muscle vest, black pants, black boots [US army edition] and black fingerless gloves.

[B]Personality:[/B] Craig is somewhat light-hearted and enjoys a joke, but is often quick to anger and probably the first of the group to rush into a fight, often foolishly. He is also very protective of his team.

[B]Preferred Gear:[/B]

[I]Dual Beretta 9mm - 92FS's;[/I] Light and accurate, but they pack one hell of a punch. 15 rounds per clip.

[I]Remington Flip action shotgun;[/I] Single barrel, sawn off, reloaded by 'cocking' the metal piece infront of the handle.

[I]Dual MP5's;[/I] Standard army edition MP5's, fully automatic, 60 rounds per clip.

[I]Double-edged sword;[/I] Long and thin like a Katana, but it isnot curved, and it serrated on both sides. [This Blade's sword in "Blade II"]

[Talon]

[color=teal][b]Name:[/b]Jack Altrerem

[b]Codename:[/b]Blaze

[b]Age:[/b]23

[b]Height:[/b]6'7"

[b]Appearance:[/b]Blaze has dark black hair, often tied in a braid that falls to his waist over his shoulder, silver eyes, and a strong, yet thin, frame. He has a single scar on his right eye, preferring the "Auron" look to anything else. He wears a black vest, black jeans, and combat boots. He wears a long black cloak in cold weather.

[b]Personality:[/b]Despite his appearance, Blaze is cheerful and outgoing. His mindset is to accomplish anything he is assigned to, though he is cheerful to a fault even in a deadly situation. He is, however, not at all talkative and would prefer to stay silent thn anything. When out of the Matrix, his vocal cords are atrophied and decayed, ruining his speech, which explains his unwillingness to speak IN the Matrix.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b][u]Note: Only carries two of the follwing at a time.[/u]

[b]Twin Katanas:[/b]Think Highlander, but cleaner and more lethal.

[b]Dual bowie knives:[/b]Remember Final Destination? That's where these send you.

[b]Colt Python:[/b]Excellent accuracy, excellent power, bad recoil. Six rounds/reload.

[b]Dual Colt .45's:[/b]John Woo, the Phantom, and Lara Croft, all rolled into one. 30 rounds/clip

[b]Torch:[/b]A mini-flamethrower. It's where he gets his name. 5 ounces fuel/canister.[/color]

[Chaos]

Here's some NPCs...

[b]Name:[/b] ---

[b]Codename:[/b] 'Frost'

[b]Age:[/b] 36

[b]Height:[/b] 6' 2"

[b]Appearance:[/b] Dirty gret muscle shirt tucked messily into a pair of beaten, faded, and acid-washed blue jeans. White and red G-Knights, size 14, and tube socks cover his feet up to his shins.
[center]_______[/center]
Stuble lines his square face and a clean fade frames his head. Ice-blue eyes shine brightly, and his semi-muscular body looks shorter than it really is.

[b]Personality:[/b] The friendly, neighborhood computer hacker, Frost rarely sees combat. When he is in a fight, however, his carefree and childish attitude evaporates into a morbid and cold personia.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b]

[list][*][b]B.A.R.;[/b] Browning Automatic Rifle, standard military issue, complete with brace legs for rooftop coverfire. Clip holds 45 rounds.

[*][b]Switchblade;[/b] A simple, four and a half inch blade that comes out with the press of a button. Razor sharp serrated edge can slice into a brick wall if angled correctly.[/list]



[b]Name:[/b] Gus Hamillton

[b]Codename:[/b] 'Guy'

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Height:[/b] 5' 10"

[b]Appearance:[/b] Body-builder frame is encased in muscle, dressed in fire-retardent polyester workout clothes; black muscle shirt, black workout shorts that reach his lower shin, and white ADIDAS running shoes.

[b]Personality:[/b] Complimentary sadist and anti-social freak. You can do just about anything to him, say nearly any insult, and he'll take it like a man. But insult his family or his abilities, and he'll lay you our on your ear.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b]

[list][*][b]M4 Carbine Assault Rifle;[/b] Military-issue full-automatic rifle, perfect for medium to extremely far range. Thirty rounds per clip.

[*][b]M629 .44 Magnum Revolver with laser sight;[/b] "Six bullets means six lives." -'Guy'[/list]



[b]Name:[/b] ---

[b]Codename:[/b] 'Nyna'; 'Queen of Hearts'

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Height:[/b] 5' 7"

[b]Appearance:[/b] A blonde Trinity. Period.

[b]Personality:[/b] A real flirt, this one. Even in battle she'll bat eyes with her foe as she kicks his head in.

[b]Preferred Gear:[/b]

[list][*][b]M92 Silenced Pistol;[/b] While like a BB gun from long ranges, at close and medium combat, this gun can blow your skull out of your head. Twenty rounds per clip.

[*][b]AKM Assault Rifle;[/b] Perfect for messy assassinations. Twenty-five rounds per clip.[/list]

[Vegitto4]

Wonderful. Any idea when this lovely game will be started?

[Chaos]

I'm waiting on about two people, and once they join/tell me they're not going to join, I'll announce who has made it in.

[James]

Hm, what the hey. I'll join. I will [i]try[/i] to be available often enough to post, too. If my being busy all the time kind of goes against me in this...you can boot me whenever you want. ^_^;

Besides, the other RPGs that I've joined recently haven't even started. And MHP isn't moving *hint, hint*.

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[b]Name:[/b] Sasha Klein

[b]Codename:[/b] Cyan

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Height:[/b] 6'2"

[b]Appearance:[/b] Sasha is the black sheep of the crowd, as it were. Or perhaps the [i]white[/i] sheep. In contrast to his comrades, Sasha wears a long white leather trenchcoat, with minimalist white and black combat gear underneath. Sasha wears long black and white leather boots that travel up his legs and tightly hug the space just under his knees. The entirely white boots have bold black laces that run up the front.

To match his "white" ensemble, Sasha's hair is also completely white. It's very straight, features a sharp-edged cut and embraces his cheeks and neck ever so slightly. Sasha wears white-rimmed sunglasses with reflective mirror lenses.

(How's that for "opposite"? lol. For the clothing, think of those weird "twins" in the Matrix sequels...though Sasha himself isn't "albino", he has slightly tanned skin and blue eyes).

[b]Personality:[/b] Sasha is generally a relatively quiet crew member. His past is somewhat mysterious and he rarely talks about it. But obviously, via both his physical appearance and his superb manipulation of Matrix-physics, Sasha makes up for that quiet nature where it counts.

Sasha tends not to be the "buddy buddy" type of comrade, which sometimes gives him a slightly cold appearance to others. It may even be misinterpreted as arrogance at times. But in reality, Sasha's quietness is based on elements of his past. Of course, Sasha does make friends; but he's only "truly" friendly with those whom he really trusts. Due in part to his quietness and contradictory appearance (contradictory to the almost entirely black-clothed crew), there is some level of ambiguity about Sasha's sexuality. Whilst most of the crew have their suspicions, it is never of enough importance to truly discuss. And as mentioned above, Sasha comes into his own when the need arises. Though Sasha can appear cold towards his comrades, he does have a sense of duty and responsibility that invariably leads him to a successful prosecution of his duties.

(How's that for weird? Eh? Yes, I'm feeling a bit creative today. lol)

[b]Preferred Gear:

[list]
[*]Katana:[/b] A finely crafted digital Katana, which has a number of custom-programmed uses.
[*][b]Twin-Uzis:[/b] Light, accurate, deadly. Rarely used by Sasha -- but when used with Sasha's skill, these weapons can turn the tide of any battle.
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[Chaos]

Okay, if Warlock wants to join, he's more than welcome to. :)

[b][u][code=listvalidRPGmembers][/u]

Vegitto4
DeathKnight
Final Flash
The Harlequin
Yoda
Etarah's Maverick
James
Myself[/code][/b]

As a sidenote, I'd like to mention that this is a very strict RPG. I have a very close plot to follow, and I'll be hinting at it. You'll see a really out of place film noir-type narriation at the end of most posts where I explain this and that. And if I see your performace slipping, I will boot you. In a bloody and violent way.

On a lighter note, yes James. Your character is...strange to say the least. But I think it's really bad that as you were first describing your 'Cyan', an image of the Twins popped into my head. I found it ironic that you later spelled that out in the latter part of your Appearance. lol.

[Vegitto4]

Wooohooo!! Fun time y'all. I've been itching to get into this story.

[Sere Tuscumbia]

So sue me, I've been on restriction. If I don't get in, I don't get in, but frankly I haven't been here for about 5 days so . . . yeah.

And if anyone hasn't taken the 'Nyna' character, I'd like to have her. Yes, I know she's labeled "NPC", but God, my character's so much like her anyway . . .

*shrugs* So hey, I gave it a go.

whatta ya say?

--Sere

[Losing Faith]

Erm. Hi. I'm new here. As you can guess. And. Err. I guess you guys are already good to go, but, I'd like to give it a go. My character idea's a lil' weird and such, and I think you guys have already started. Can I get an okay before I post my idea? Or are you not accepting anymore?

Thank you. Good day.

[Chaos]

Sere, I'd prefer that you make your own character, because I have something in store for the NPCs, specifically Nyna.

And LosingFaith, I'd need to a see a sign-up form before I'll even think about letting someone in, newbie or not.

[Losing Faith]

Name: Hunter//Chaser

Codename: Heretic

Age: One Year Activation

Height: 5'11

Appearance: Heretic's dress changes constantly, as his interface with the Matrix is constant (though untrackable). His features are closer to the human subculture 'Irish' than anything else. Shoulder length red hair, bright green eyes, and a thick, muscular body make him seem to be a worthy opponent to any *natural* foe. His face, flawless (unlike the rest of his torn body), is generally hidden under a hood, which is tied around his neck. At least when he's not on active duty. The one thing in his clothing that never changes are the white gloves he wears to cover his hideously scarred hands. These gloves are leather and have a good grip, suiting for the weapon he carries.

Personality: Distant, to say the least. Heretic spends his time reading and writing/drawing. He attempts to stay away from the rest of the crew. Most of them don't really...appreciate...him. On the other hand, he can be depended on in a jam, always there for those that his flawed programming forces him to protect instead of eradicate. He is zealous to no end. A failed experiment at combining an Agent's computer mind into a human's body as to infiltrate the Resistance, his programming is tremendously damaged. This is why he *turned* from his mission to exterminate the fighting mammals. He is constantly locked into the Matrix, though the system can't track him. For fear that the humans might discover what he was, the *insert word here* decided not to insert any devices that might show he wasn't a complete organic. He is a perfect match to the human body, with a seriously screwed mechanical mind.

Preferred Gear: Long chain, hooked on end; throwing knives; spiked trench knife; compact assault weaponry. Specializes in hand to hand combat. Multiple Martial Arts, boxing styles, wrestling styles, etc, etc, are burned into his system. He is still a machine for destruction.

((My character is very strange and hasn't been completely thought out. But, I'm hoping you'll give me a chance. ::bows out:: Nice day to you.))

[Sere Tuscumbia]

[SIZE=1]Name: Mairead Josslyn (Mai for short)

Codename: Lexar

Age: 29

Height: 5'5"

Appearance:[URL=http://www.atpictures.com/display.php?cat=anime&path=/x&loc=servh2&img=xclamp096.jpg]Picture. Duh.[/URL]

Personality: Mairead's personality tends to get her in trouble faster than she'd like. She argumentative and bold, not afraid of showing herself off to anyone, friend or foe. She's normally a pacifist, but push her and she'll blow your brains right out of your head. She's quite disturbed, but tends to hide it behind a veil of shameless flirting. Only when one on one, whether in battle or outside the field can someone really delve into Mai's warped personality . . .

Preferred gear: Kennings Rifle: Large, deadly, and a hell of a lot of fun. 20 rounds.

Walthurm PP Pistol: 'Cause it wouldn't be any fun without giving 'em a sporting chance. 7 rounds per clip.

Bergstein MP28 Large Sub Machinegun: Still, just a hell of a lot of fun. 50 rounds.

Kaxik Mg08 Machinegun: Oh . . . 'nuff said. Rarely used. Belt weapon.

the usual, Grenades: 'Cause blowing people up is really, really fun.

And then switchblades: see attachment. Nice long evil blades . . . heheheheheh. Also fights with hands and any close available objects for fun.[/SIZE]

[Chaos]

Hmm. While your character, LosingFaith, is contridcitary, it is also interesting and rather unique. I'll see how you do with the first few posts. But you really shouldn't be worried. From what I've seen thus far, you look as if you can stand to my 'standards'.

Sere, while the weapondry is a bit extreme, this _IS_ The Matrix. Although I'd prefer that you wouldn't walk around with those blades all day. o.O

Haha, a joke. Welcome aboard, both of you.

[Losing Faith]

::giggles like a very masculine schoolgirl:: Thank you very much! ::scampers off to the thread to catch up on the story::