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    John Williams

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    New Possible Squad System

    We're the tunnel snakes, and we rule.
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    John Williams

    I eagerly await John Williams' newest composition.
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    Starr Axby, Resident Mortician

    holy shit she changed from black to asian
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    Medical Rolls

    You're lucky to get 2 medics on a drop, much less 3 or more. This would only further discourage activity in a faction of people you always need more of.
  6. Beau J. Dufresne "And as the world comes to an end," Character Summary Chaotic Good Renegade<████████ | ████████>Paragon Morale Awful<███████|██████|██████>Not Awful Name: Beauregard Jean Dufresne Aliases: Beau Age: 20 Birthday: Jan 09 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Planet: Terra Heritage White Cajun Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana Gender: Male Specialization: Medical Specialist Height: 5.6 Forearms Weight: 145 Lbs Build: Ectomorph Eyes: Steel Blue Hair: Brown Skin Tone: Pale Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus As Card 0, the Fool lies at the beginning of the major arcana, but also somewhat apart from the other cards. In medieval courts, the court jester was someone who was not expected to follow the same rules as others. He could observe and then poke fun. This makes the Fool unpredictable and full of surprises. He reminds us of the unlimited potential and spontaneity inherent in every moment. There is a sense with this card that anything goes - nothing is certain or regular. The Fool adds the new and unfamiliar to a situation. The Fool also represents the complete faith that life is good and worthy of trust. Some might call the Fool too innocent, but his innocence sustains him and brings him joy. In readings, the Fool can signal a new beginning or change of direction - one that will guide you onto a path of adventure, wonder and personal growth. He also reminds you to keep your faith and trust your natural responses. If you are facing a decision or moment of doubt, the Fool tells you to believe in yourself and follow your heart no matter how crazy or foolish your impulses may seem. "I'll be here to hold your hand," Psychology Professional * Well-Mannered * Pessimistic * Faint of Heart * Wholesome * Introvert Marital Status: Unmarried Habits: Smoking Pacing Talking With Hands Slang Vocabulary Hobbies: Reading Cooking Ping Pong Painting Collecting Postcards Fears: Progeniphobia - The fear of Progenitors Fear of the dark Likes: Peace & Quiet Overachieving Recognition for Merit Professionalism When Necessary Medical Personnel Learning New Practices Helping People Competence in Command Hot / Humid Climates Tobacco - Smoked Spicy Food Ability to Compromise Moto People Dislikes: FUBAR Situations Emotional Instability Obnoxious Friendliness Unprofessionalism in a Professional Environment Domineering Attitudes People Who Shouldn't Be In The Infantry Underachievers People Who Want To Be 'The Guy' History & Misc "For you're a king, and I'm your lionheart." General Skills: Cardiovascular Conditioning Air-to-Land Insertion Sea-to-Land Insertion Small Arms Training Basic Medical Proficiency Intermediate Medical Proficiency CLS Certification Steady-Handed Face Claim: Shane Taylor Criminal Record: N.A Anything Else: Beau's accent is that of a Louisiana Cajun origin. Beau is left handed. Beau is an only child. Beau has no psychic potential, nor does anyone in his immediate family. Awards & Commendations: Purple Heart Theatre Ribbons: Operation HELIOS Relations Stole from McMann - Friend - Liked - Approval - Acquaintance - Neutral - Mixed - Disliked - Hated - █████ (#'d Left-to-Right) 1. Thoughts of you professionally 2. Thoughts of you in general 3. Relationship Status 4. Interest in you (Attraction, Amiable/Friendly, None, Curiosity, Professional, Secretive) 5. Do you have a personal use to Beau? (Yes, No) / † = Deceased / ® = Retired/Transferred Notes;
  7. Quinn E. Caffrey Character Summary Chaotic Neutral Renegade<████████ | ████████>Paragon Morale Awful<███████|██████|██████>Not Awful Name: Quinn Elizabeth Caffrey Aliases: Caff Age: 25 Birthday: May 04 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Planet: Terra Heritage English Hometown: Whitechapel, England Gender: Female Specialization: Psi-Ops Specialist Height: 5.9 Forearms Weight: 9.6 Stone (135 Lbs) Build: Ectomorph Eyes: Steel Blue Hair: Brown Skin Tone: Pale Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus The Seven of Cups A psychic and lady - at least to some degree - with an attitude that could only be described as 'in your face'. With a degenerative and narcissistic take on life, Quinn finds herself out of touch with many people as a result of her crude nature. A drinker, a smoker and a mix of humor bordering brooding with a hint of dark sarcasm. A woman with a care greater for her men than her own well-being mixed with an all-business attitude in the field. Despite this, she has little care for the well-being of those she does not know, and one may find her praise hard to acquire, given that she's the personification of critical. Rapscallion, vagabond, bitch; these were but a few words to describe Quinn. Standing at roughly five foot nine, the young lady was of average height for her gender. Her body was composed of smooth skin marred over with the occasional scar. Her body could have been described by a physician as having an ectomorphic body type - one typically ascribed to dancers, gymnasts, athletes or troubadours. Framing a pale complexion was a tuft of dark hair that came down to roughly jaw length. Her shoulders sat broadly; also bearing long limbs, and even wider hips. Her jaw was sharp, her cheekbones high that contrasted a pointed chin, and swooping hawk-like nose. Sat in their sockets were two grey-blue eyes that have watched in admiration the exploits and glories of bold deeds, both within her family and without. She was left with straight and distinctive eyelashes, as well as thick eyebrows. Quinn was not very hygienic, with her front teeth stained yellow and crooked, poorly-groomed hair, and with minimal discoloration under the eyes or about the cheeks. Her voice carries a low, hoarse contralto, which compliments well her joyous expressions of merriment, or accompanies hoarse shouting that might follow the drawing of a weapon. Psychology Lax * Degenerative * Foul-Mannered * Open-Minded * Facetious * Extrovert Marital Status: Unmarried Habits: Smoking Drinking Rolling Shoulders Slang Vocabulary Hobbies: Cleaning Equipment Reading Eating Psychic Workouts Learning New Things Fears: Glossophobia - The fear of public speaking Likes: Openness Psychics Liberal Thinking Emotionally Stable People Breaking Protocol Damp or Cold Climate Realistic Perception / Ideology Spicy Food Alcohol & Tobacco Moto People Dislikes: Protocol Sticklers Heavy Emotional Baggage Overly Friendly People Overly Macho People Domineering Attitudes People Who Shouldn't Be In The Infantry Overachievers People Who Want To Be 'The Guy' History & Misc General Skills: Cardiovascular Conditioning Small Arms Training Heavy Weapons Training Basic Psychic Ability Proficiency Intermediate Psychic Ability Proficiency Advanced Psychic Ability Proficiency CLS Certification Face Claim: Kaya Scodelario Criminal Record: Public Intoxication (x4), Drug Possession (x3), DUI (x4 - License Revoked), Solicitation (x1) Anything Else: Quinn's accent depicts her being of cockney origin. Quinn is Ambidextrous Quinn is an only child. Quinn has a long family history of psychics. Quinn has a minor case of resting bitch face. Quinn has a tattoo sleeve. Awards & Commendations: Purple Heart Meritorious Unit Medal Meritorious Service Medal Distinguished Service Medal General Specialization Ribbon Mobile Infantry Service Ribbon Mobile Infantry Veterancy Ribbon Mobile Infantry Specialization Ribbon Theatre Ribbons: Operation HELIOS Operation λambda Operation Dawn Operation Restoring Hope Operation Breadbasket Operation Holland Road Relations Stole from McMann - Friend - Liked - Approval - Acquaintance - Neutral - Mixed - Disliked - Hated - █████ (#'d Left-to-Right) 1. Thoughts of you professionally 2. Thoughts of you in general 3. Relationship Status 4. Interest in you (Attraction, Amiable/Friendly, None, Curiosity, Professional, Secretive) 5. Do you have a personal use to Quinn? (Yes, No) / † = Deceased / ® = Retired/Transferred Notes; █████ W. Saint-Claire: █████ ® D. Elswood: █████ † K. Layland: █████ † P. Stevenson: █████ A. Vickers: █████ P. Westervelt: █████ H. Eley: █████ † E. Bellic: █████ A. Tyberos: █████ J. Knoxx: █████ C. Asahi: █████ S. Bently: █████ J. Cutter: █████ † L. Dunn: █████ N. Hawthorne: █████ A. Clark: To be done. I will only be adding people Quinn has actually interacted with.
  8. cat danny 25

    mi faction to be application only

    high PK faction??
  9. Thank you this explains everything. All this time I thought I was supposed to be playing myself!!!
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    Jodie Cutter

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    Nazz Campaign #1 Content

    I'll update this tomorrow and Sunday, too. https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1130318302 https://steamcommunity.com/workshop/filedetails/?id=1130319070 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=174264310 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=174265222 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=132916875 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=132908407
  12. There sure are a lot of TRAPperS in this thread.
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    serbian stronk jon cena we war you

    God bless Isaac's tigers.
  14. WARNING ORDER PRIORITY ... 31st Morita Regiment (Mechanized) 112th Battalion A Co. 1 PL. ... 22:00 Federal Standard (11:00 PM GMT / 6:00 EST) (This will be a 3 day campaign lasting from Friday the 11th until Sunday the 13th.) (Briefing to be held on the 10th at 6:00 PM EST / 11:00 GMT, and again the day of.) https://maphub.net/fargo747/sanctus
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    [Terra - Campaign Order] Operation Spiritus Sanctus

    That's exactly what it means.
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    Nazz ruins everything

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    Quinn Caffrey -- Degenerate Psychic

    @StevieJr
  18. Hi, all. In the interest of growing popularity with some of the sweps on the server. I've opted to share a couple of the weapons that I've thrown together. Here's the WA-21 DMR, I think it looks better than the CSS weapon we have as a world model; https://pastebin.com/niC3sCDh The mk1 carbine, I've opted to remove the carryhandle, add an elcan and a torch; https://pastebin.com/squLMFa9
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    Nazzeseseseses Weapons

    I fixed it
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    IRL Faces (Cause why the fuck not?)

    THE LEVER, IGOR.
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    Quinn Caffrey -- Degenerate Psychic

    @Rhode @Coleision @Pundii @Gazza The niggas I didn't add, Caffrey doesn't really know well enough for me to have more than a sentence or two for. I apologize.
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    Adrian Kowalski

    The formatting for this is really cool.
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    [Suggestion] Morita Mk5 'Bushwacker'

    Where did this gun go????
  24. "I expected that ole' bag t'chase me well out the shop. Wot' I didn't expect was that'e'd come six blocks after me in a pair o' crocs and'is bathing suit." The light turned red and Quinn stopped, pockets stuffed full of junk one might find at a corner shop. A CD player, a few discs, a couple RIP-ITS and more fags than she knew what to do with. Eddie shouted halfway down the block once he noticed that his companion was no longer with him. He was a rowdy Scott boy about a year younger than she was. What was being said was of no interest to her, what fascinated her was how angry that old bastard looked when she put her fingers in her mouth and gave him the bird. She wasn't ready for the older fellow, about fifty with a robot arm to come bolting down the street after her! She turned and high-tailed it. "Run!" she cried to her accomplice. He was fast, faster than she anticipated. Well - sort of. He was a citizen, but she had not expected a man of his age to still be in such good physical condition. A grab of one of her pigtails later, she elbowed him straight in the berries and he doubled over. Quinn could feel her heart pounding and a hot, burning sensation filling her throat; She was not an athlete. First the disc player tucked into her jeans fell away, clattering onto the ground. She felt one CD case down her trouser leg and heard the other clank against the sidewalk. She hurriedly unzipped her jacket in order to permit her to better sprint, arms flailing wildly as she ran. Next fell a few packs of smokes, the RIP-IT in her pocket and a few pence she'd taken out of the children's hospital donation can on the shop counter. "Come back, you fucking belland!" the man shouted. Caffrey was far too winded to permit her to shout back. By the time that she got to the edge of the street, she and Ed' and came face-to-face with a copper looking down at them, before the shop-keep screamed "Thieves!" The officer hurried off after them. Next fell a few packs of smokes, the RIP-IT in her pocket and a few pence she'd taken out of the children's hospital donation can at the shop counter. "Come back, you fucking belland!" the man shouted. Caffrey was far too winded to permit her to shout back, and the flash she'd received made her head hurt. "Right!" she screamed to Edward, while the both of them turned suddenly down the alleyway she knew would take them away from the direction of the police officer they would run into down at the corner. Phew. At least, it would have been a breath-catcher if it weren't a dead end. The man came forward against the cornered duo. He socked Ed' straight in the face with his robot arm and broke his nose, causing the adolescent boy to crumple to the floor with more than a couple of bodily conniptions. He was on cloud-nine and wouldn't be getting back up, Quinn figured. Next he grabbed her by the arm and slapped her across the face. He tossed her back into the door of the apartment building at the ass end of the alleyway, the stop gave way and the whole door opened. One more punch and she was lights out. As the man started making his way forward, Quinn ran straight for the door. She nailed against it and fell down onto her back. Ed' followed suit and lo and behold, the door gave way. The two of them hauled ass through the laundry, the foyer and out the front door. They didn't bother to stop and shut it, only crossed the street and into the supermarket in hopes of losing themselves in the crowd.
  25. "It's funny, wot' goes through your'ead when you're on cloud nine, hyped on fentanyl and mushrooms. Don't sell drugs, kids. Take'em." Camping was always fun. Fentanyl and mushrooms were a riot. Who'd have figured getting brain-blasted in the middle of the woods with a handful of firecrackers and a holy-fuck ton of sparklers would have made for one hell of a weekend? Quinn took a hit from her cigarette, barely able to stand up after the twenty-five minute mark post consumption. It was a funny sensation, one she could only describe as 'lightning in your bones' and 'what one would imagine spring would feel like through a kaleidoscope.' A call of her name later and she turned around with a distant, lazy stare. "Wot?" was all she could bring herself to say. There was something fascinating about sparklers waving around in the middle of the night. Well - no, that's a lie. There really isn't, unless you're so far gone that your eyes take almost a minute to adjust once they finally fizzle out, the trails burned so far into your brain that you continue to see them after you close your eyes. Redundant thought. Eddie watched her and blinked a few times. He wasn't quite so fucked. "Fockin'ell, you look lit' you're'boutta' fuck me off for another'it," he chided with a big stupid grin. There was something about him that drove her wild. Perhaps it was the rugged nature of Edward, perhaps it was the fact that he treated everyone like dog shit. The fact that she could feel her fingers through her toes did not give her a big enough hint that it was probably just the drugs whispering to her. Quinn threw her arms up and began to move herself to the music of Laura's boombox. Some kind of electro-dance, Quinn had never been one for the genre, but this song made her feel different. Made her feel something she would not experience again for a while; Like lightning in her bones. Once she came to eventually pause, the world around her continued to spin despite the fact that her feet were planted firm. She felt somewhere between floating in midair and floating on water, then she felt something hard hit her in the back of the head once she tumbled down to the ground. leaves crunching as she tried to get comfortable. The fall should have hurt, but she felt fine; Far too out of her head in order to care. Despite her dampened senses, her inebriated friends thought very, very loudly. Eddie wanted to fuck something, Gauge had to rock the mother of all pisses and Laura was jonesing for a night out at Nando's. Nora was thumbing through a whole load of empty cans, wishing she hadn't forgotten her glasses. Quinn opened her eyes to see Eddie leering down at her, grinning like a spunky creep. "Come'oan up," he beckoned as he offered out his hand. "Is'time'forda'fireworks."
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