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Charles 4 - Charles 4 - 07-26-2009
Name: Charles 4
Age: 2
Race: Generic Synthetic Human
Sex: M
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Soldier
Fighting Style: Calculated
Short Bio:
Charles 4 is a synthetic human life form, a creation of the Earth government's longstanding military genetic experiments. They sought to create incredibly capable soldiers that would be more efficient, more deadly and more expendable than normal human soldiers.
He was born two years ago, physiologically an adult, but with need of social programming. For the first two years of his life he was taught to be a consummate soldier. This initial training was to allow the creation to learn to enough social skills to get by and to fill all the rest of its thought processes with war.
Charles 4 has completed this initial training and is now released to pursue further training and in field experience.
General Description:
Charles 4 looks like a normal healthy human. He stands six feet tall and weighs 190 lbs. His moderate physique was extremely fit but not overly muscular.
His dark brown hair is shaven down to the skin and his face was neither too angular or too round. It lent itself to passers-by having good impressions of its owner. His eyes are a mysterious light green color. He wears many different types of clothing depending on his area of operation.
Oddly, he does not wear orthodox Earth clothing. His outfit always make him appear from some area of discontent not associated with the Earth government. Although, when in swim trunks his tanned skin makes him seem like just some beach-lover having a good time.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Stealth
Trait: Pack Mentality
Stats:
Strength - 20%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 35%
Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
A older man dressing in a starched dress uniform walked through an empty warehouse with a younger man in plain dress; a light blue shirt with blue pants and tie. The younger man was Staff Officer (St. OF.) Marko, he was leading Admiral Penske to the headquarters of the Red Regiment (RR). Red Regiment was an Governmental Joint Special Forces Unit. (GJSFU)
Approximately, three thousand genetically created soldiers which operated supposedly directly under government supervision. In truth the soldiers of Red Regiment only had names within the unit itself. Any outside supervision would be impossible, the GJSFU's (assuming there are others) were units created by people whose whole profession was secrecy. They were created to succeed in missions in which the only proof of success was the Earth itself had not slipped in to chaos.
Admiral Penske was one of the Regiment's men in a high command position. The difference between Red Regiment being a unit with good intentions doing dirty jobs and a doomsday device was the principles of men like Penske. He was visiting headquarters today to meet the newest creation of RR. Every time a synthetic came off the training cycle and was to become active duty he was met and observed by several of the RR's high command.
They all attended his birthing to instill a family bond, although that was the first an only time he had met Admiral Penske he remembered him instantly. It was this way with all of them. The command structure was like their family tree and each one knew it instinctively. When the Admiral came in accompanied by St. OF. Marko, Charles hopped to his feet instantaneously with a wry smile as he extended his hand towards the Admiral, “ Hello.” he said.
There was no sir. RR soldiers did not say sir. This might have caused a fuss if anyone not in the know ever saw it. The whole attitude of the soldier was obvious, his body said “SIR!” as he hopped to his feet, but there was no verbal component.
This was one of the fingerprints the designers engineered into RR. There was no need for outward shows of respect. There was no disrespect. It was kind of an old soldier's honesty that they had stamped into the personalities of all of the RR Operators. This the Admiral knew and happily returned the gesture. This made him glad they had decided to keep “hello” in the RR vocabulary. It was not an operational word and therefore was on the chopping block, but the high command had decided to leave it in.
No matter how many times you heard it, (he had heard it thousands of times now) the enthusiasm and gung ho feeling you got from a synthetic addressing you never lost its thrill. The young man before him was an old military man's wet dream.
“Hello Charles,” the Admiral said, “are you ready to complete the final phase?” It wasn't really the “final” phase of his training, but more just the end of the beginning. Charles stiffened his posture and gave a quick virile nod to the addressing officer. This also was a little fingerprint, instead of “Hooah!” or “Oorah!” the spirited yell of RR was a silent nod.
“Starting Position.” St. OF. Marko said flatly. Charles 4 complied rapidly dashing to the left to a painted yellow line on the concrete floor. He crouched in a runner's start position, his gray physical training shorts rode up the backs of his hamstrings and his white-gray shirt lay flat on his back with the large number 4 identifier on his back.
“Begin.” St.OF. Marko plainly said to begin the exercise. This exercise session was the culmination of two years of training. It was laid out in 3 phases; first was the physical test and second the operational test. The third test was guarded in secrecy.
The first two pahses were like the familiar regular military tests except more challenging. The capabilities of synthetics called for this; Charles would run 7 miles, swim 5 miles in the ocean, run an obstacle course on the beach of a nearby island, then successful hit targets with several different weapons beyond their max effective range on a range at the island, and finally retrace his steps to headquarters before 8 hours passed.
This required Charles to use all his facilities to accomplish the goals. In this trial, effort and calculation would play equal and opposing roles which he would have to balance.
Charles had started running as soon as the word “Begin.” had been issued. He sped out of the headquarters on long strides. His upper leg muscles churned out the power need to cover large distances in a hurry and the rest of his body was relaxed and fluidly keeping form. Charles chopped out the seven miles in a quick time as expected. His run led him straight down to the beach where without breaking stride he ran into the surf. As the water got deeper and begin to crash against Charles' chest he dove under the next incoming wave.
He swept under the wave in a shallow but long distance arch he resurfaced in mid-stroke twenty meters from when he dove. Using the Combat Swim Stroke he began to propel himself through the rolling water of the sea. Charles swam hard against the current utilizing the efficiency of his stroke to ensure that he would not be in the water a week from now still trying to reach his objective. Although a long swim it seemed that Charles arrived at the island in no time. He had been concentrating on his form, and kept to it until he was nearly beached on the sand. Then, he pushed his wet and fatigued body out of the water and up onto the beach.
The beach was ended in a dune upon which the obstacle course set on top of. Charles ran straight up and into the dune, using momentum to reach the halfway point in his climb and then would use raw power to mount the sand cliff. As Charles navigated the dune his wet body was covered in sand, by the time he reached the start point of the O-course he was completely covered in sand. He looked like a walking sand castle.
Gritty discomfort aside he began the O-course climbing a large rope net. The net was twenty-five feet high and unlike in normal course there was no downside, upon reaching the top of the obstacle Charles would have to hand from a rope and climb across a man-made sand gorge with gaggle of sharp objects at the bottom. This may have been a training session, but RR trained serious. After traversing one hundred meters from the rope he reached the next stage of the O-course. On the raised platform Charles had just reached was a rappelling rig which he was expected the don and complete a one hundred meter rappel to a concrete floor which was at the bottom of a natural crevice where the sand gave way to rock.
After several looping rappels down a rocky cliff face Charles arrived at a concrete floor buried into the island. Immediately, he disengaged the rappel rig and let it drop to the floor. He looked around briefly before he saw a yellow arrow on the floor. Charles bent over and sucked in air, gasping as he looked around. He needed to make sure he had enough oxygen to complete his task. Charles then stood straight again and defore dashing into the darkness noted that below the arrow in yellow block print were the words “Phase Three.” Assuming ahead was also the target work Charles rushed to find his assignment.
Charles 4 - Kazuya - 07-26-2009
Very unique style you got going on there, Charles. The only thing that I can point out as not correct is your stats, you still have 5% to distribute. If you can distribute that, I will be more than happy to start you a roster.
Charles 4 - Charles 4 - 07-27-2009
Sorry, I could not find the button to edit the post.
I would like my stats to be:
Stats:
Strength - 20%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 35%
Agility - 25%
Hmmm, it let me edit this one. Anywho, thanks.
Charles 4 - Kaden - 07-28-2009
Actually, you still have 15% to distribute since you took the Inner Strength Ability. Sorry that wasn't caught the first time around.
EDIT: I'll leave it to Kaz to get your roster set up once your stats are squared away.
Charles 4 - Charles 4 - 07-28-2009
Stats:
Strength - 25%
Focus - 30%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 30%
Charles 4 - Kazuya - 07-28-2009
You are good to go, Sir. Welcome to Chubbs