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Length of time RPing:

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

 

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Steam Name: Dex

Steam I.D.: STEAM_1:0:38034201

Length of time on the Server: like a long time minus a few hiatuses

Length of time RPing: before you buddy

Time-Zone: EST

How active are you?: pretty active

Is this character already active on the Server?: yes but applications weren't

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

 

Daby's date of enlistment was right around the beginning of the invasion of Earth. As with any recruit, he was screened for psychic aptitude and passed the exam. Poor logistics management, given the intensity of the war, resulted in muddled the records. Now that there's been a lull in the overall conflict, records have since been reviewed and Daby transferred to where he belongs.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

 

In the case of a violent crime aboard a large vessel or area of operations with little-to-no evidence, numerous suspects and a massive margin of error, psychometric reading of a living victim or perhaps even a corpse might be useful in finding a perpetrator. An example of this is as follows:

 

A trooper suffers from a severe case of hazing in which he's left beaten and battered, and for the medics to clean up. Upon treatment, the senior medic assigned to the trooper's case reports the incident to military police, which prompts them to launch an investigation once an official report is made. Private Doe was initially questioned, but was not able to make out names or faces of his assailants. All of Private Doe's section is interviewed in an attempt to isolate suspected troopers and garner potential motive. Unfortunately for Private Doe, all troopers interviewed have alibis that match the specified time frames and events, and little motive for the case is found. It is determined to be hazing, but the severe nature of the attack prompted further investigation. Provided the lack of evidence and the matching stories, and the lack of physical description, a psychic attached to the platoon is called in an attempt to recall the event through psychometry. Through thorough analysis, a Lance Corporal and two Private First-Classes are identified and convicted of assault and battery, and are subsequently lashed and dishonourably discharged.

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Name: DABY, SCOTT M.

Age: 19.

D.O.B.: APR. 17, 2279.

Sex: M.

Physical Description: A tall, well-built, blue-eyed Scotsman with an ecto-mesomorphic frame. Always wears a cigarette on his lip.

 

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Current Rank: LCpl.

Education History: Primary and secondary schooling, signals training.

Criminal Record: None.

Employment History: None.

Service Record: 11mo's active duty.

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Steam Name: NieR (Changed A lot)

Steam I.D.: STEAM_0:1:35366028

Length of time on the Server: 1 Year, 6 months.

Length of time RPing: 3 Years

Time-Zone: US EST

How active are you?: Almost every day.

Is this character already active on the Server?: No

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

Jayden Webb was a normal kid. He was athletic but had a knack for trying to figure things out. He often looked at things from a different view than most kids, often saying. “Well, why don’t we do this?”. And he did this often throughout his childhood, and despite not being the smartest kid in his grade he always managed to pull through with A’s and B’s. Though early on in his life he was found out to be psychic and this was noted down for later if he chose to enlist. and though this seemed to complicate matters for his parents, the Dr’s made them agree to it due to the benefits offered to them.. It was only later on his life, about his 2nd year in Highschool he figured out what it meant to be psychic. Yet, after graduating two years later he went on to go to college, which only lasted for about 2 years until he needed money for it. And thus, he joined up with the Mobile Infantry. And the Doctors during his physical took a look at his record, saw he was psychic, and pushed him on in for training. Both Mentally and Physically. He was then stationed in the front lines of the Civl War in the Coalition Forces..

 

 

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities.:

Situation: The MI are trying to find a lost platoon in some war-torn city. And they’ve tracked their last known location down to a desolate FOB where they were once stationed, and the drop lead has just called me over to see the last moments of this recently deceased trooper, in hopes to find some sort of direction to go next in order to the find the platoon.

 

Well, in this situation I would, of course, kneel down and put my hand on the man, somewhere where he has exposed skin. And a /me of this should look like;

**3Spc. Jayden Webb knelt down next to the bloodied corpse, he reached down and placed the palm of his hand on the man's cheek. Closing his eyes in the process.

After that, I would go about asking the admin what the man saw, what happened, etc. I will actively figure out what happened, what I saw, etc. And during this, I would roleplay out my psychic having facial expression changes, etc. A /me of that could look like;

**3Spc. Jayden Webb ‘s face seems to twist in an odd fashion, almost as if he’s distraught. Blood starts to slowly trickle out of his nose, yet he kept his eyes shut.

I would then start to cut the /mental link/ between me and the dead body, roleplaying this out properly. A /me of that could look like;

**3Spc. Jayden Webb slowly lifts his hand off of the man’s cheek, he stands up slowly, shivering slightly with a distraught look on his face. He dabs his nose with a rather worn out looking cloth as he turned to face the drop lead. [SPEAKS HERE]

And from there I will relay the information from the event admin to the Drop Lead, possibly giving them an idea of where to go next in the event. But I would still have my character react, as he should have some sort of mental strain after being in the eyes of someone dying. He may seem jumpy, hurt, etc, throughout the event.

 

[And of course, I would do stuff like /roll and so on, depending on the event admin. As at times I have to roll, while other times I don't have too. It's a lil' weird.]

 

A full written scenario can look like;

**As the troopers make their way down the barren and dilapidated street, they come across what looks to be an old FOB. On the side of the FOB is a sign stating "Platoon A, Grills Growlers." The drop lead motions for their platoon to enter the fob, and upon entering they can see that it looks to be ransacked,  guns and such sit on the ground alongside other misc’ items. The platoon fans out and starts to search the compound until the DL comes across a recently deceased trooper. He radios in for the psychic, 3Spc. Jayden Webb, to come over and check it out. The psychic eventually arrives and knelt down next to the body, he promptly slid his carbine to the side and placed the palm of his hand on the corpses cheek, closing his eyes. Webb will then get flooded with emotions, visuals, etc that the man faced. His face showing it all, his face changes from distraught, too afraid, to sadness and etc. He saw where the platoon ran off too, and what happened to them, and so on. This goes on for a couple of minutes until he finally comes back and lifts his hand off the cheek. The psychic then turned around and looked at the drop lead, stating that the platoon ran from this FOB heading north-west, with arachnids on their tail. And so, the DL forms up the platoon and heads off north-west.

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Name: Jayden Webb

Age: 27

D.O.B.:  August 5th, 2271

Sex: Male

Physical Description:

A straight-backed white male. He has brown, buzz cut hair, blue eyes, and speaks with a South African accent.

 

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Current Rank: Pfc.

Education History: Alexander Road High School, 4 Years. Dale College, 2 years.

Criminal Record: x2 Public Drinking.

Employment History: N/A

Service Record: [Total time served: 6 Months]

 

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Steam Name: ♥ Fitz 女装大佬

Steam I.D.: STEAM_0:0:61655859

Length of time on the Server: Around eight months

Length of time RPing: A few years (~3)

Time-Zone: US EST (GMT -5)

How active are you?: On every day for a few hours or more.

Is this character already active on the Server?: No

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

She would have been born in a rather impoverished section of the slumdog city of Neo-Charlotte on Terra, and the medical staff there would have not been too keen on catching what little amount of psychics they could while there might be other more important things to tend to in their opinion, which would cause more slips in usual through the system. As a child she would have also been rather weak due to illness and other such things such as lack of sleep, which would perhaps make her seem less the type to be a psychic than many others. She would have joined the Mobile Infantry to get out of town, seeing it as an easy way away from her family struggles in her area, just as her sister did before her, performing second weakest in her Boot. //The whole idea for the character is being a pretty bad psychic. I see a lot of MIPOD powergaming often, and I would like to contrast that, not only for purpose of contrast, but also I believe it would be quite fun and interesting to play and play with.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use on of your abilities?: An enemy HVT hiding out in an apartment complex in an urban environment during a drop in which time is of the essence and the enemy might be closing in, making it imperative that the HVT is located and extracted with haste lest the mission be compromised. Of course you could not just stroll into a building and roleplay as if you would be able to scan the entire building for occupants, but rather going story by story as to segment the load of the task and therefore make the process easier and  quicker in the long run. For an inexperienced psychic, I would presume attempting to search an entire building like that would leave you with nothing but perhaps disappointment and self harm.

 

(Disclaimer: As I am not completely certain of the abilities available to me at the time I might be accepted, this is purely an example; I would not do any sort of pyschic doodad without first verifying it's being allowed as something that is open for my character and their level of experience as a psychic.)

 

/me would take two deep breaths, then clearing her throat as she would concentrate on the task at hand. She would close her eyes shut gently and hold her right index finger up to her right temple in a sort of a stereotypical placebo motion. As she would stand in the doorway of the room she would rotate her head slightly from side to side before opening her eyes once more.

 

/report I have attempted to search this room for occupants

 

/roll

 

Glenn would sit down in the chair across the man speaking some gibberish at 100 miles a minute. She look into the man’s eyes and reach over the table to place her palm on the man’s forehead, then keeping it there for a few seconds.

 

/report What would the man be thinking of?

 

/roll

 

The man would have slowed his speech for a second or two, in which time shortly after she would turn to face the marine to her right. She would let out and unsure sounding “Uh…”, before suggesting, “I think he’s talking about trade… um… of some sort..?”

 

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Name: Lilly Allen

Age: 19

D.O.B.: September 18th

Sex: Female

Physical Description: A woman of average height and a thin frame, her face looking to be affected by a moderate lack of sleep. Her face is ugly on all accounts, gaunt and hawk-like. Her hair is kept in a loose bun and it would be quite unkempt in nature, even though tied, being frizzy and a a bit bedraggled. Her lips would be chapped, and her eyes seemingly sunken.

 

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Current Rank:

Education History: Highschool diploma.

Criminal Record: None.

Employment History: None.

Service Record: None.

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Steam Name: Confuse-a-cat Ltd. (Normally Traitorverpackung)

Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:76061648

Length of time on the Server: Don't know. Could be six months now.

Length of time RPing: Maybe 4 years.Yeah could be.

Time-Zone: GMT+1

How active are you?: I'm there.

Is this character already active on the Server?: Yes

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

Working in a Klappsmühle(Loony bin) he worked with alot of people, thinking they are insane or believed to be insane.

It was at this time not unusual that patients with psychic powers visited the place. Some could see the future. Some knew when something bad happens, like the cell neighbour kills himself.

Some could just play cards and win all the time, knewing what cards their opponent had. As yet Lick was very unhappy that he lost most cards games.

Working 8 hours a day and sometimes more, Lick became more and more familiar with the different typs of people there.

Sometimes they said his presence is calming them, taking them some of their fear. Sometimes he got an ungood feeling after checking a cell at the evening, checking it twice, knowing something is wrong, and finding for example a knife. After psychic powers gained popularity most of them were transfered in other facilities. Under the influence of these patients he may had discovered his own abilities, yet very weak.

Due to the M.I. he met various psychics thus maybe enable him to use his powers.

 

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

Once again a M.I. drop happens to investigate some thing like investiagtion of an old Sanctuary facility.

The orders are to investigate the facility for stuff that could be important somehow and get it to the Grant.

Briefing, getting geared, Dropship session and then the doors open. They drop in a forrest, seeing a antenna deeper in the woods.

After getting aware of the surroundings they head on to the antenna. On the way to the facility the M.I. encountered bugs.

After shooting a chariot the M.I. fortified the facility as they reached it. Alot of screams can be heared in the woods and the bugs are getting ready for revenge.

After a while the M.I. sees that they are surrounded and the bugs become louder and louder before finally charge at the facility.

The 'rauder shoot as there is no stop, only for cooldown. The M.I. kills bug after bug after bug but for every dead bug there comes a new one or two.

The situation seems bad and there are already a few wounded. On the roof is enough space for a dropship to get them out. It needs 10 minutes to arrive and this 10 minutes will be hard.

Lines falls and it's getting closer. Under this pressure a slightly wounded Private lost his mind. He stops shooting and walks in a lonly corner hiding himself. As Lick walks by he finds the Private in the corner and takes a look at him, seeing him be scared. He quick kneels down to the woman.

 

Lick: Everything okay Private?

Private: Nothing is okay! God we gonna die here! Don't you see?! Where's this fucking dropship?!

Lick pats her on her shoulder, taking a look around.

Lick: Come on be with us. Sitting here is as good as suicide.

The Private pushes away Licks hand and stares beside him.

His squadlead appears behind him.

Squadlead: Would you two mind and FIGHT actually?

Lick: She shit herself. Just give us 30 seconds.

Squadlead: Better you be fucking fast or I rip your asses that you need a diaper. (That just remembered me of Sergeant Provost)

Lick turns to the Private and grabs her arms to pull her up.

The Private would try to stay in her position.

Lick rolled 11 out of 100

The Private rolled 45 out of 100

Private: Just leave me be!

Lick: Okay dude, look in my eyes. Just forget that shit and look at me.

Lick would pat her shoulders and look at her face, looking somewhat absence. While in concentration he tries to calm her down.

Lick rolled 33 out of 100

The Private rolled 12 out of 100

(I can imagaine that somebody would not know what happens. Explaining it in LOOC seems logic to me.)

Lick: Feel calm now?

Private: I guess.. so? What did you do?

Lick: How about killing these bugs first? Just stay with me.

Lick pulls the Private up and while doing that he says "Just stay near me. Got it?"

The Private is getting pulled up and takes her rifle while nodding to Lick.

Still the Private is a little bit anxious.

 

In the middle of the fight, Lick was unlucky and got hit by the dying Tiger, who rammed his leg in Lick's right shoulder.

Lick screams in pain as he falls to ground. Luckly tho it was not strong enough to penetrate his whole body.

A soldier shot the stucking leg off and pulled him on the roof with the rest of the wounded.

The Private, not affected anymore, ran to the wounded being so anxious like before and has hidden herself behind rubbish on the roof.

Luckly the dropship appeared after 12 minutes and picked everybody up.

 

(I have the feeling I wrote too much that is not conversation)

 

 

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Name: Alexander Tschenkowitsch aka. Lick.

Age: 32

D.O.B.: 04.12.2266

Sex: Male

Physical Description: About 1.90m with black hair and brown eyes.

He is clearly asain and as it seems like he visits the gym not that often. His back, arms,neck and hands are burned.

His voice got an german accent.

 

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Current Rank: Private First Class

 

Education History:

Grundschule-> Gesamtschule-> Abitur-> Diplomarbeit.

(Same as high school with the Diplomarbeit as qualification for a more advanced and specialised job)

Criminal Record: None

 

Employment History:

Lifeline operator

Psychatrist

M.I. Soldier

 

Service Record:

Rookie-> Private

Private-> Private First Class

Private First Class-> Lance Corporal

Lance Corporal-> Corporal

Corporal-> Specialist

Specialist-> Private First Class

 

 

Edited by Traitorverpackung
Time to edit the Steam ID section.

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Steam Name: Soaps.

Steam I.D.: Soaps

Length of time on the Server: Early days of SST.

Length of time RPing: Been back on server role playing over a week or so, intend to stay.

Time-Zone: GMT.

How active are you?: On every day.

Is this character already active on the Server?: 2Spc. Tommy Fenix.

 

What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?

 

Not every psychic is suited for military service. Vasilii Becket was one of them. Through his early childhood he showed good promise, highly intellectual, creative and a master of arts included within his studies of a High School Diploma. However, after much observation the initial aptitude tests for military service suggested that Vasilii was hardly suitable in terms of baseline personality traits. Rather than join into service, he much rather fulfil his life in the creative arts and went on to become an artist on an outer colony planet.

 

Possession of numerous illicit substances, and a bender of minor crimes left Vasilii with two options. Serve in penitentiary in a federal prison, or join the mobile infantry. With conscripted military service, Vasilii Becket was shunted into the brackets of serving in MIPOD and sees it as a necessity toward returning to life as a citizen and his calling.  The ink is yet to dry on how that story will end.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?

 

I foresee that psychic abilities should be a facilitator to the MI in role play during missions. There are 5 choice actions in the introductory thread, "Being able to get a “gut feeling” that something is about to happen.

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The troopers have pinned down a hostile force inside of a compound that is soon to be searched by a the mobile infantry. After clearing a number of rooms, the entire group arrives at a set of sealed doors which the engineers started to breach.

Being a rather pressed for time, the psychic trooper wants to know what dangers they can expect when they reach the other side.

 

/report Admin; I want to premonition, what happens when we open this door?

 

!a On the other-side the enemy force are prepared for you with a barricade and shooters. The leader is holding a dead-man's switch.

 

The psychic trooper steps up to the plate. He shouts to the engineer to hold up, and immediately tells his superior what he saw. The mobile infantry squad leader looks at him funny, disregards him and orders the engineer to soldier on. . .

 

They cut the door open, the infantry open to a fire fight. Then at the end of the fight. The leader explodes, and the squad leader looses two good men. As the commanding officer turns his sight to the two scorch marks on the ground, the psychic trooper holds near at his back. Next time, perhaps, the mobile infantry will listen. Silence and guilt was enough.

 

The psychic takes the last hallmarks of the men's uniforms, and the final memories they had of the world.

 

Vice versa, in more of a passive sense.

 

/w Admin: You begin to have strong visions of pain, anguish, that only get stronger as you walk toward the bridge. An attack is coming within the next hour.

 

The psychic trooper who was inside the main habitation deck, suddenly falls on a nearby trooper. Starting to faintly mutter a few words as if delusional, episodic, he reels off lines calling for battle-stations. He moves up to the bridge, coming to the deck and searches for the first superior office who will listen to him.

 

The fleet officers raise the battle alert early, prior to the incoming attack. For the rest of the troopers on-board, a handful of lives are saved with the infantry none the wiser.

 

In terms of my character, I would also like to look at using psychic influence per the RPG book. Using the powers in an instrumental way to mitigate rebellious behaviour, doing focus groups on troopers, designing artistic propaganda with the help of the starship troopers role play player base.

 

 

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Name: Vasilii Becket

Age: 23

D.O.B.: 14/02/XXXX

Sex: Male

Physical Description: Black hair, Green Eyes, Caucasian, 5"11.

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Steam Name: Tridon

Steam I.D.: STEAM_1:1:52539482 

Length of time on the Server: About two years and a couple months, roughly.

Length of time RPing: About three or four years on GMOD.

Time-Zone: EST.

How active are you?: Active nearly every day or every other day.

Is this character already active on the Server?: Yes.

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?: 

DISCLAIMER: I skimmed down a little bit of the situation of the bunker. Mostly just the back and forth banter and what not just to shorten it. However, everything written is accurate.

 

Mikhail never really believed he was a Psychic, although he had toyed with the idea as a young boy. He always wished he could such mysterious powers as 'mind reading' thinkng of all the fun ways a boy such as him could use them. The main thing that came to his mind was reading the mind of the best student of his history class during a test, just so he could finally get A on that test...

 

Alas, he grew older he began to give up on the fantasy of having such powers. What are the chances he would be born with these amazing powers? Very low, of that he was certain. After years and years of no evidence to prove him wrong he finally just gave up on the hope in general. Well, that was until one day in his military career.

 

Very early in his career, as a private, his platoon was informed of a volunteer only mission. It was deemed extremely dangerous and were asking if anyone would like to step up for the assignment. Even as a rookie private, he had stepped forward and asked the join. What followed was a short but rigorous selection process to weed out some of the less able volunteers, of which he passed. He along with the other successful volunteers were briefed on what exactly they were doing. Most of it was buried in black ink and classified files. They were to go conduct Clandestine Operation, known as Operation Warhorse. It was expected to last three days and involved a highly dangerous mission. What exactly was that mission? No one really knows except the two last survivors of the team and military intelligence. Mikhail was briefed, forced to swear a oath of secrecy, made a official Pathfinder of the office of special warfare for the duration of the operation, and sent off.

 

The following is the event and reason he, even now, suspects himself to be a psychic.

 

Mikhail stumbled through the desert as the heavy Sandstorm began to set in. He tightly gripped his rifle as dust flew everywhere around him hampering his sight to about just seven meters infront of him and made his cheek flare in irritation as it consistently whipped his skin harshly. Mikhail brought up his Bandana mask higher to cover more of his mouth as he glanced up ahead of him to the man he was holding by the shoulder. He could barely see his Mobile Infantry Comrade, Sentonial, ahead of him. They were out on Recon when the flash storm suddenly arrived. It happened in seconds, they could barely alert the rest of the team of it before they suddenly lost communication.

 

Mikhail:"We need to find some cover! We can't stay out in this damn Sandstorm!

 

Sentonial simply gestured ahead, Mikhail checked over his shoulder unable able to see anything but kept on trusting him. A few seconds later, he could finally see what Sentonial had pointed to. A small bunker built into the sands, a perfect shelter against the harsh weather. They stepped inside the bunker finding it empty and abandoned, and sat down on opposite ends. Mikhail brought down his Bandana mask down to his neck groaning. He checked outside the small firing gap of the bunker. The storm was still raging on. They bantered for what felt like a hour to occupy themselves. Finally, Mikhail asked.

 

Mikhail:"How long you reckon we'll be stuck here?"

 

Sentonial:"Who knows..we'll have to wait the storm out..mind if I catch up on some sleep while I get the chance?"

 

Mikhail:"Yeah go ahead, I'll keep watch."

 

Mikhail watched Sentonial as he used his bag as a rest and slowly fell asleep in the corner of the bunker. He slowly turned to face the door watching it Lazily as he his thoughts slowly drifted. It felt like half a hour had gone by, and he was struggling to stay awake after a entire day spent establishing a position and doing Recon only to Arachnids which had established a Local hive. That's why when he heard a sudden loud STOMP just outside the bunker he practically jolted and his skin turned pale. His breath quickened for a moment as the stomps got louder and there..through one of the firing of the bunker right next to Sentonial was a massive armored black leg. He recognized it immediately, it was a tanker. He watched Sentonial slowly blink his eyes open at the opposite corner yawning, until out of the corner of his eye he saw the massive black leg. He took a sharp breath closing his eyes again and tightly gripping his rifle. Mikhail heard the sound of chittering nearby and slowly raised the rifle at the door barely able to control his breathing. He saw the massive tanker slowly lower its head its green eyes peering inside the bunker, staring straight at him.

 

There was more chittering as the Giant moved its head occasionally every so often. Mikhail was begging that the Arachnids wouldn't come into the bunker, that they wouldn't see him and Sentonial. They'd be easy pickings for any warrior. It seemed his prayers weren't answered as slowly a sandy warrior had made its way into the bunker. It chittered loudly steeping to the center and looking left and right. Mikhail was pale, terrified, and certain his death was near. It slowly turned towards him as he took a long breath and stopped breathing entirely. In his mind, he thought hard telling himself over and over it will not see me, it will not see me, it will not see me, it will not see me. He chanted the words over and over in his head as it approached closer only three or four meters away. It chittered loudly once more leaning in right next to Mikhail's face. YOU WILL NOT SEE ME. He screamed loudly in his head one more time, he began to ache in strange pain his head growing hot in irritation and a groan almost escaped him, thankfully he bit down on his lip hard before it did stopping himself. The warrior stood there for full minute still as a statue near a very terrified Kuznetsov and Sentonial. It finally turned away from Kuznetsov walking right out of the bunker back out into the Sandstorm. Mikhail saw the massive giant of a tanker bring its head away from the bunker and step away with large stomps. He finally exhaled and took another breath unable to believe what had just happened. He was slack jawed, his body was left shuddering and strangely enough his head still burned with a massive headache. He couldn't believe he had manged to come out of that alive. Was it just dumb luck?

 

Or was he a Psychic?

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?: Mikhail and a platoon of infantry would be enroute to a town to begin the evacuation of key Federation personnel before Separatists elements completely overrun the city. They platoon would be using two APC's on roads to reach the city, Mikhail being in the front one. Suddenly, Mikhail gets a sort of Pit fall feeling in his stomach as if sensing something bad about to happen to the platoon.

 

Mikhail:/report Could I use my psychic abilities to see if there is anything dangerous nearby?

 

Admin:/pm Mikhail Roll.

 

Mikhail has rolled a 91

 

**You suddenly receive a vision. It'd be from the perspective of the front of the Vehicle, the driver. They'd be driving along the road and drive by a trashbag lying on the side of the road. As they drove past it the trash bag discharged into a large explosion wrecking the APC and blowing on its side flames bursting from the destroyed windows of the drivers section. You felt this fate was soon, and that not much time was left.

 

Mikhail let out a loud panicked gasp as he was suddenly ripped away from the vision returning back to his normal surroundings glancing to his left and right and finding himself in the APC strapped in his seat with his squad. A bit of sweat began to form on his brow as thoughts raced through his mind. There was still time. He raised his voice loudly and yelled. 

 

Mikhail: "Stop the vehicle, now!"

 

The APC came to a halt suddenly the other APC behind them just barely hitting the breaks in time to stop from crashing into them.

 

Sergeant: "What the hell is it?"

 

Mikhail: "Get a engineer outside, I saw us blowing up to a IED disguised as trash on the side of the road."

 

Sergeant: "Alright...dismount and look around. Engineer get outside just in case we find something!"

 

The entire squad  dismounted including a engineer and Mikhail as the back ramp of the vehicle lowered down, and a coincidental trash bag laid on the side of the road 45 meters from the Convoy. 

 

Engineer: "We've got a bag over there, possible IED!"

 

Sergeant: "Well go check it out, proceed with caution. We're covering you!"

 

The engineer slowly approached the trash bag, he uncovered it revealing the concealed IED intending to blow up any vehicles on their approach to the town.

 

Engineer: "Yeah Sarge! Looks like a fucking IED, I'm going to try to defuse it now!"

 

Sarge: "Rodger that, make it quick.

 

 The Engineer immediately started his work and began to defuse the improvised explosive, after a few tense minutes he was able to render the IED null successfully.

 

Engineer: "I've got it, IED is disarmed Sarge!"

 

Sergeant: "Rodger that, get back in the APC we're mobile!"

 

Everyone loaded back onto the the APC shuffling into their assigned seats and strapping back in. Mikhail let out a sigh of relief as he slowly fell back in his seat and strapped himself in once more breathing in a sigh of relief, faintly he heard his Sergeant yell for the Convoy to start moving again. The engineer strapped in next to him lightly tapped his shoulder. He glanced up.

 

Engineer: Good spot, that was one hell of a save.

 

Mikhail chuckled quietly for a few moments along with the Engineer subtly nodding his head as the APC lurched up and down on the bumpy road. He took in another breath slowly facing the floor once more as the Convoy continued to the town, to their mission.

 

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Name: Mikhail Kuznetsov

Age: 21

D.O.B.: November 2, 2277

Sex: Male

Physical Description:Caucasian man standing about Five foot ten inches with a dark green left eye and jet black hair. He had a lighter white skin tone and spoke with a very heavy Russian accent. There is a small scar running across his left thigh and another along his collar bone. Both appeared to be caused by some sort of slash. His right hand evidently seemed to be a metal bio-tech. He wore a black eye-patch over his right eye and there was a scar running all the way down the top right of head to the bottom left.

 

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Current Rank: Lance Corporal.

Education History: High school degree.

Criminal Record: None.

Employment History: None, immediately joined the Mobile infantry.

Service Record: Rct - Pvt - Lcpl - Pfc - Spc - Cpl - Lcpl

He is certified to use the Morita SAW, the Morita X, the M55,  and the dedicated Morita DMR.

Ranked 1st place in Company wide "Test your skill" shooting competition.

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Steam Name: Mannulus

Steam I.D.: STEAM_1:1:12754412

Length of time on the Server: 4-5 Months

Length of time RPing: Since sometime before 2004.

Time-Zone: Eastern (EST)

How active are you?: Whenever drops are not happening for the most part.

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic?

 

During an ambush with a Skinny on the bridge, Harper noticed odd things around her, almost like lights. Soon after, the Skinny tried to attack Harper psychically. Somehow, she resisted unlike one of her other compatriots on the bridge who had to be subdued. At first, it was not really a big deal. However, as time went on, she began to notice she was picking up more on details, such as having an intense gut like feeling with the Captain of the ship her and several M.I boarded. Even when Verbeck said that the guy was "clean", Harper did not share the same sentiment. Planning ahead, Harper inserted a beacon to be able to track the ship. 

 

Her suspicions were correct, as the Captain suddenly locked down the ship and threatened to blow everyone up. While they were allowed to leave, they thought they lost the ship as it warped off. Thanks to Harper's intuitions, they were able to locate the ship again later and deal with the Captain.

 

This intuition, this odd feeling of an almost educated-guess made Harper curious. It was a constantly repeating action since. Predicting those around her, gauging a person's intentions and so on. It was at this point she talked to Verbeck regarding her theory of having psychic potential and applied to be tested.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?

 

Harper eyes the Mobile Infantry who surround her as the Grant docks with the ghost ship, its transponder not responding to any hailing frequency. Her job was simple, locate the ship's transponder equipment and troubleshoot the issue. It was not long till the room she was in shuddered as the magnetic locks clamped down, latching the Grant to this ship like a baby to a whale. The airlock opens, presenting a man flanked by two others, his smile frozen on his face as he greets the infantry around Harper. 

 

"Welcome aboard my ship! I am the Captain of this vessel."

 

One of the infantry, a Staff Sergeant, approaches the captain, holding out his hand.

"Evening Captain. We need to check out your cargo hold as well as showing our Fleet Personnel your transponder."

 

The Captain's smile finally melts with his face looking way more serious. He nods as he turns to one of the men next to him.

"This is First Mate White. He will show you to the Cargo Hold. Before that, we are having Spaghetti in the mess hall, interested?"

 

The Staff Sergeant looks behind him towards the rest of the Infantry. Nodding his head away from the group, the Infantry began to exit the airlock, spreading out onto the Captain's ship.

"Maybe later Captain. The transponder, please."

 

The captain nods. "Of course. Anything for the Mobile Infantry! We are proud to be with the Federation."

 

"Right..." the Staff Sergeant replies, looking towards me. "Get to stepping there Chief."

 

I walked onto the ship, holding the tool bag with a spare transponder inside, the infantry bodyguards for me moved as well. We proceeded to follow the Captain through a series of hallways and stairs. The entire time the Captain droned on and on about his ship, spaghetti and the Federation. As we walked down the hallway, I continued staring at his back. Something was off with him. Its like that feeling you get in your gut that something is amiss. A few minutes later, the Captain opens another bulkhead door, revealing the command room along with a ramp up to the bridge itself. He turned slightly left, heading through a side door and up a smaller ramp. Walking across a catwalk, he stopped next to several rows of technical equipment. A crewman stands up from working on the rack; he wears a tool kit around his waist with mechanics gloves on.

 

The captain rests his hand on the technician. The technician looks up at the Captain before at the posse I had around me. He quickly grabbed his tools and walked past us and down the ramp.

 

"This rack contains the slot for our transponder. We can't fix it so we wish you luck." the captain states as he too watches the technician leave.

 

The captain turns, walking away. Myself and the Staff Sergeant both look at one of the members in our little posse, a Psychic by the name of Verbeck. Talented. Serious. The Staff Sergeant raised an eyebrow at her. She looks down where the Captain went before looking at us.

 

"He's clean." she whispered.

 

I looked at where she was looking before looking back at her. Sitting down on the metal floor, I unfolded my tool bag taking out an array of tools and instruments as I began working on the transponder which laid on the floor. As I began working on this transponder I noticed something was off with it. I picked it up gently, flipping it over and over in my hand. Staring at it, I began to feel something off with it. It smelled. It smelled like sulfur, almost like rusted burnt metal. It was unlike the smell you normally would expect from a circuit board frying.

 

She continues staring at it. For a brief moment she noticed it. She saw the powder pile on the circuit board. Thermite. The Transponder was sabotaged. In the corner of her eye she saw movement. Looking towards it she saw the Captain and the First Mate walking up to the bridge, both looking serious. It looked and felt off. Harper would slowly stand up, holding her stomach she felt queasy, also uneasy. She noticed that quite some time had passed since she sat down, as Verbeck and the SSG has left, leaving her with a female Sergeant. 

 

She wanted to say something. She felt the danger coming, but was almost unsure of its reality. As she goes to open her mouth to warn the Sergeant, the bulkheads slam shut across the ship and forcefields activate, locking her and the Sergeant in the room together.

 

She would groan. It was going to be a lengthy day.

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Name: Alysia Harper

Age: 21

D.O.B.: April 11th, 2278

Sex: Female

Physical Description:

Standing at roughly 5'4, her eyes bring the most attention with her Heterochromia. Her hair maintains a light blue tint, nearly turquoise. Her right arm has markings of being burned that runs up the length to her shoulder. Harper's uniform is almost pressed and cleaned at all times, with her awards and epaulettes dressed right dress. Since graduating OCS, she has changed out her normal pants with high boots with a skirt and dress shoes to match with the other female Fleet officers. Her right hand would maintain a silver ring with a diamond centerpiece on the ring finger indicating being married.

 

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Current Rank: Ensign

Education History:

Standardized Core General Education on USS Mayora.

Engineering School on USS Mayora.

Criminal Record:

None Recorded.

Employment History:

Assigned as a Engineer on the Mayora.

Service Record:

 

  • December 2nd, 2297 - Enlisted in Federal Fleet.
  • March 13th, 2298 - Graduated from Fleet Academy (Honor Graduate).
  • April 30th, 2298 - Assigned to Ulysses S. Grant.
  • May 5th, 2298 - Promoted to Crewman.
  • May 7th, 2298 - Promoted to Petty Officer.
    • Assigned to Warfare Division.
    • Awarded Warfare Division Ribbon.
  • May 8th, 2298 - First Space Battle.
    • Awarded Combat Action Ribbon.
  • May 9th, 2298 - Promoted to Chief Petty Officer.
  • May 18th, 2298 - Injured during Spacewalk ambush.
    • Awarded Purple Heart.
  • May 24th, 2298 - Promoted to Senior Chief Petty Officer.
  • July 25th, 2298 - Promoted to Master Chief Petty Officer.
  • August 3rd, 2298 - Awarded Fleet Service Ribbon.
  • August 13th, 2298 - Entered OCS.
  • August 14th, 2298 - Graduated OCS, promoted to Ensign.

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Length of time on the Server: Since early 2017

Length of time RPing: Since early 2012

Time-Zone: England's one

How active are you?: Nearly everyday (When I am not working)

Is this character already active on the Server?: Yes, her name is Alexa Gunnfulsen

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

Alexa was always the odd kid at school, the one who looked at things in a weird and different perspective. The doctors always had some limited evidence of physic activities but Alexa's foster parents assumed it was false. After Alexa married her husband Chester after she completed her two years in the MI, she was pregnant not long after. Although it was a miss carriage, she seemed to show more physic activity during the pregnancy (Like that girl from Starship Troopers 2), it has always been noted but never acted upon as it has never been considered strong enough to be any use to the Federation, but you never know when things will change. She was enlisted onto some mild training after she re joined the MI to go career, however plans were ruined during the entire civil war mess, however thanks to that training she can do some very mild physic tricks. If these powers were trained and act upon, it could help the Federation massively.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

(Please tell me if this isn't possible, I am new to this.)

The federation capture a hostage who is in possession of very important information, that information being the deactivation code for a nuclear strike on a colony named "Tec-Nee".These men and women are obviously terrorists and traitors of the Federation. 

 

** The male in scruffy clothes would be restrained onto a chair, with Wilmots knife to his throat.

 

"Okay we need a physic- Oi, Private Gunn, do your brain magic. Quick! *Looks at the screen then back to Gunn* We don't have time!" Says some NCO.

 

/me Gunn would kneel down closing her eyes and grasping onto the terrorists restrained, yet reachable, wrist. Also placing her index finger onto her temple, just to be stereo typical.

*Her face twitches, particualy her left cheek before a drip of blood comes from her nose.

/me crunches up her face in concentration, her face turning red and shaking as she tries to basically read the mans mind,

/roll  (Lets say I roll a 89)

/report What do I see, as well as the code for the deactivation. Or maybe a lead, a direction where the code is stored

(^Because I know it isn't as simple as "Oh you are thinking this."^)

*The codes location on a paper is given by the admin gods by PM.*

/me Gunn stops gripping on the now,  confused and screaming man's wrist, opening her eyes after the catching her breath, grinning,

/me points to the locker left side of room, still looking at the hostage as she does this.

"Its in there Sarge" Says Alexa the edgy physic.

 

MISSION COMPLETE.

 

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Name: Alexa Gunnulfsen

Age: 21

D.O.B.: 31st January

Sex: Female

Physical Description:

Aged 21, medium build, wedding ring on finger, speaks confidently, happy tone to her voice, speaks with a Boston accent, blonde hair, brown eyes,

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Current Rank: Pfc.

Education History: High school and a qualification in music tech.

Criminal Record: None.

Employment History: Worked as a light and sound assistant in a music company, from age 16 to 18.

Service Record:

2295 - Joined the MI.

2295 - Joined the weapon specialists.

2297 - Left the MI after completing two years. Getting her citzenship.

2298 - Re joins the MI to go career.

2298 - Has Weapon Specialist rank removed.

2298 - Gets drafted to the 112th (That she already spent some time in, in 2297.)

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Steam Name: [BGK] God Emperor DeVito

Steam I.D.: STEAM_1:1:41667179

Length of time on the Server: Roughly Four Days on The Grant and a month on the Murphy about a year back.

Length of time RPing: 8 years give or take.

Time-Zone: CST

How active are you?: Typically Daily if not every other day.

Is this character already active on the Server?:

He sure is.

What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

Vito Dominiko recently under went physical punishment for insubordination, in which he received intense physical trauma. During said events , Vito was "awoken" one might say. Powerful nightmares occurred the following night, in which random and unspecified traumatic events begin to play out in his head, none of which belonging to him. Dominiko had always been in touch when it came to "empathizing" with the suffering of others, but never had it been so vivid or literal. He had always been a conversationalist, able to pick up social ques seemingly not there, never thinking twice about what others might argue to be a weaker form of mind reading. His second sense was mistaken for a "gut feeling" and dismissed throughout his life as good instincts. The day his brother died, Vito felt, what could only be described as a tear into his soul, as if something of great importance had suddenly and rapidly been extinguished from this world. His denial of his ability not only would result in him having very little awareness, but little to no mastering of his physic ability, resulting in little if any tricks learned. 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

A intense firefight has ensued, multiple separatist lay dead or wounded on the ground. A small fire team has split off from the main group and is holding a small checkpoint which had just come under attack. As it just so happens, Pfc Vito Dominiko would be a member of this said group and be accompanied by several others, including a rather "intense" Sergeant.

Sgt John Doe: Private retard, you and medical go inspect the wounded, see if you can extract anything useful.

Vito would freeze for a second having still not lowered his rifle and glance towards the Sarg. "Understood, Sarge." He would say as he and several medics made there way to a groaning separatist who was clenching his severely mutilated leg. Dominiko would kneel down next to him, as the medics begin their attempt to preserve the man until his conversation had ended. "Hello, my name is Private First Class Dominiko and me and you are going to have a quick conversation." he said as he clenched the wounded mans wrist. Vito would let out a soft gasp and his face could be seen marked with clear physical pain as he begin to read the wounded man. The man on the ground looked as if he was about to speak until, Vito grabbed onto him. in which he struggled for a second, until he froze with silence at the sight of the clear physical pain spread across the privates face. "Ugh...This one...isn't going to last long..." Dominiko said as he struggled to hold onto the man, due to the severe pain involved in doing such. Vito would grasp his upper right thigh with his free hand and attempt to focus past the pain, reading the mans thoughts and fears, as he slowly expired on the ground. 

/report Would I extract anything useful from the wounded man?

Vito would see a brief image in his head of the man in MI boot camp, getting drilled by various instructors and struggling to make his way through obstacle courses. "Sarge.....he's former MI" he said as he glanced toward the Sergeant for a quick second, before returning to his focus on the wounded man. Sgt John Doe would look towards Vito and sigh. "Must be what's left of the 203rd (Imaginary made up regiment), good work Vito." The Sergeant would glance towards his men and gain everybody's attention, with his loud booming voice. "Pack it up people, looks like we found part of the cell intel notified us about, might be more in this area, I want a full check civilian housing and any and all buildings within this area". Vito would let go of the mans arm and he would quickly expire after, as the medics ceased their treatment of the man. Scenario End

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Name: Vito Dominiko.

Age: 23

D.O.B.: 1/23/2273

Sex: Male

Physical Description: 5'11, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, pale white skin, five distinct and deep scars on his back, small scar above left eyebrow, thin muscular build, 175lbs, laid back posture, slight Italian-American accent.

 

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Current Rank: Lance Corporal.

Education History: Federation High School Diploma.

Criminal Record: Post enlistment:

2 counts of Insubordination.

Employment History: Worked as a intern for the federal news network from age 17 to 18 as apart of extra credit assignment.

Service Record:

Enlisted 3/17/2296

Transferred to Ulysses S. Grant.

Promoted to Private First Class

Promoted to Lance Corporal.

Demoted for Insubordination.

Promoted to Lance Corporal (2nd Time)

Promoted to Corporal

 

 

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Steam Name: SnowBone

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Length of time on the Server: Fucking hell I don't know. A long time.

Length of time RPing: Too long.

Time-Zone: EDT

How active are you?: I have a life, but try to be as active as possible.

Is this character already active on the Server?: Yes.

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

 

As a child Jimi could always sense when something bad was going to happen, and not in the usual way that we all experience. Often when Jimi had a bad feeling about something, he would become extremely ill and very jumpy, like his flight or fight reactions were in overdrive. He could see things coming from miles away, a few times saving his life. He would often be able to see the danger in his mind minutes before it arrived. It was always more than just that gut feeling, he could visualize the danger. 

 

He began to think he was Psychic when in high school during his Psychology class. He could never relate the feelings of fight or flight instincts that the rest of his classmates experienced. Since joining up his experiences have only been getting more vivid. He's decided to make the Federation aware in hopes that he may get an explanation as to why he is like this.  

                                                                                    

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

 

The 112th was dropped on a classified planet, that seemed completely desolate. It was the usual "base has gone dark, go find out what happened" type of mission. The kind that makes your hair stick up on the back of your neck. Jimi's feelings of unease are tripled to that of the rest of the troopers. As they make their way through the base, Jimi grows more and more wary of the fact that /someone/ or /something/ was stalking the unit. 

 

His squad comes upon a closed door, and as his squad leader begins to stack up on the door he stops them abruptly. He informs his squad lead that the door is trapped and will explode if anyone attempts to open it. The squad lead has an engineer inspect the door and confirms that it is in fact, rigged. 

 

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Name: Jimi O'Niel

Age: 18

D.O.B.: 23/09/2280

Sex: Male

Physical Description:

A man standing at around 6', he speaks with a distinct Irish accent. 

 

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Current Rank: Pfc

Education History: High School Education.

Criminal Record: Many minor offences for fights whilst in school. 

Employment History: Worked in his father's diner as a summer job.

Service Record:

Rct.>Pvt.>Pfc.

Qualified to operate the Long Range Radio. 

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Steam Name: StevieJr

Steam I.D.: STEAM_0:1:42794975

Length of time on the Server: 6-7 months

Length of time RPing: 4 years

Time-Zone: US Central

How active are you?: Everyday/Every other day

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

Karl's family have a history of psychic genes back to one of his family's first generations. In school Karl would always be able to make good grades and was always interested in why he was so good at it. He always knew when danger was near, or when something was about to happen to himself and others around him. He would always have a strange connection with his family such as his mom and father, especially his much older brother, Paul. On occasion he would have nightmares and visions in his sleep and wake up and swore it was real.

 

When he finally join the MI he had told the Federation of these strange occurrences which brought him to testing and training to properly use his powers.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

It was a hot and dry environment. A desert. Fergusson and his squad were sent ahead of the rest of the platoon, he was currently second in command of the squad. Moving at the back of the squad to keep the troopers in line, it was hot, and the troopers were sweaty and tired. Suddenly Fergusson stopped and looked around, he felt something was wrong, like something very bad was about to happen and it was close to happening. He reached towards his radio and keyed it, "Hey guys I think bugs are about to hit us." There was a response soon after, "Copy that Lance, troopers get up on the dune!" As it turns out as they took position on the hill, there was a shaking, soon a hole opened out of the sand, arachnids rushing out, but the troopers were ready for them and began shooting the bugs and soon after the hole was sealed with an M55.

 

Fergusson glanced around, putting into focus all his efforts to scan for remnants. He knew this wasn't a battle they could win, he sensed a horrible danger forthcoming towards his unit. He quickly keyed his radio, "Lieutenant sir, there is something really bad coming, I think we should exfill before we get surrounded, the bugs are surrounding us." He said in a semi panic, the feeling of dread beginning to overwhelm him. "Copy that, I don't need mass casualties today." He replied, "Everyone pull back, we have a boat incoming to get us out of here." All of the troopers fell back, loading up into the boat, just as they left the swarms began to charge the dropship, too many for the single platoon to handle. It would have been a graveyard. As they got further away he felt e feeling of relief as they got further and further from the planet.

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Name: Karl Fergusson

Age: 19

D.O.B.: November 12, 2279

Sex: Male

Physical Description: 

A man standing at 5'9 he has a athletic body like a soccer player and brown hair with dark green eyes. He is clean shaven and keeps his hair to standard, his face is pristine due to not seeing too much warfare in his lifetime. He still has a somewhat boyish and very young look to him.

 

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Current Rank: LCpl.

Education History: Highschool -Passed with Honors and high grades-

Criminal Record: N/A

Employment History: N/A

Service Record:

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Steam I.D.: STEAM_0:0:54665548

Length of time on the Server: ~50 Hours (~100 hours, first SSt iteration)

Length of time RPing: ~6 years of Gmod Serious RP, ~8 years of chat-based RP, ~5 years of forum-based RP

Time-Zone: Pacific Standard Time ( -8 GMT)

How active are you?: Most evenings, weekends

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What is your backstory that would make you believe that your character was a Psychic? OR Why would the Federation believe you were a Psychic as a child?:

 

Blaise was born within a Desoric enclave, upon the colony of Pallas. The isolated nature of the enclave meant very limited intervention was conducted by the Federation. Newborns were typically cataloged in the nearest UCF hospital, administered basic test and screenings, and returned to their respective community, with little in the way of monitoring or screenings. Even in education, involvement by the Federation was scarce, lingering only to carry out the typical standardized testing. Due to this limited exposure, and an overall fear of the outside, Federal society, Blaise was hesitant to openly express any thoughts or concerns regarding her feelings. Test results were inconclusive, retroactively attributed to faulty machinery. For all intents and purposes, by Federal results, Blaise was a typical, if somewhat awkward, civilian. Despite this, Blaise felt that something was off regarding her mental state. The young Desoric demonstrated an extremely precise ability in regards to reading one's emotional state, even that of strangers. In her teenager years, Blaise became a common volunteer at her community's clinic, where her touch was renown among her fellow Desorics, for its ability to set even the most anxious of souls at rest.

 

Though most simply accredited this ability to refined social skills and a 'magic touch', Blaise felt off. Fearful to seek a diagnosis outside her secure Enclave. in regards to her Desoric ethnicity, the young woman instead pursued enlistment within the Mobile Infantry, both as a mean of breaking the negative notions of her people, as well as to seek greater information into her condition. Early off in her tenure of basic training, the Desoric's instructors were quick to note her ability to unite and inspire her fellow recruits, passing the information along justly. Following the conclusion of her platoons period of training, Blaise would instead be transferred to a psychic screening and development unit, where her abilities would be rightly recorded and influenced.

 

Write out a situation in which you would have to use one of your abilities?:

 

The drop was like any other. A search and destroy, encompassing some bombed out city, on a bombed out colony, in the swatch of space just waiting to be bombed out. Urban combat was harsh, close, deadly. Vantage points afforded a variety of positions for enemy snipers, and the overarching windows and roof tops were a birthday party for ambushes. Despite the efforts of military intelligence, the environment was ever changing, enemy positions altering on an hourly basis. The entirety of the 112th had been assigned to this urban sprawl, each platoon combing block after block. Despite their size and support, the units were quickly amassing casualties, the aforementioned snipers and ambushes wearing down the large rifle platoons. Blaise's unit was no different.

 

Luck seemed to smile upon the Desoric's unit, however. Following a brief engagement with an insurgent fire team, Blaise and Co were left with a single enemy POW, one that had been badly wounded in the firefight. Despite the MI's effort to address the Innie's soon-to-be-fatal condition, the prisoner was uncooperative, kicking and lashing out at the attending medics with whatever energy and vigor they had left. Blaise, one of the respective medics, turned to her respective squad leader, offering to try her own hand. With nothing else to lose, and time a precious commodity, the Corporal permitted it.

 

As the flailing insurgent was restrained, Blaise extended a hand, palm pressing gently upon the man's forehead. With a set of clenched eyes, the Medic began projecting a variety of comforting images. A blooming meadow, the laughter of a friend, the touch of a lover. The Medic was visibly strained, her subject clearly aware of her intentions. But as time passed, the sensations mounted. The warm thoughts of home had worked their magic. The insurgent, once a thrashing dissident, now lie a sedated pupil. As the attending medics worked their magic, Blaise fared little better. The strain of the act induced a piercing headache upon the young psychic.

 

Finishing their duties, the team began their interrogation of the stabilized insurgent. Despite the lovely sensations projected forth, the rebel was far from cooperative. Physical incentives were out of the question, the prisoners condition far too delicate. With deadlines to reach, Blaise, still frazzled and worn, offered her services once more. Though dangerous, the Corporal was unwilling to risk continuing forth blind. Laying a hand against the Insurgent's brow, the Psychic thought long and hard. A strained croak erupted from her lips, posture beginning to tremble. Her opponent, despite a valiant defense, began to incur a toll. Flashes of morbid imagery, tingles of loneliness and hopelessness, fear and death shock him to his core. The once proud rebel was rendered a quivering wreck, pleads of mercy crying out between sobs. As the order was given to halt, Blaise nearly collapsed, bloodshot eyes accompanying her twisted, worn appearance.

 

As the quivering rebel rambled on and on of sniper nests and choke points, the haggard Blaise staggered past. Between drilling headaches and an overarching sense of nausea, the Psychic was far from fine. Despite the gravity of her conditions, the Medic was forced to soldier on. As the last city blocks were swiftly cleared (No doubt in thanks to the Psychic’s labors), Blaise could only imagine the warm bed, and stern debriefing, that awaited her.

 

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IC Section -

Name: Delilah R. Blaise

Age: 20

D.O.B.: March 4th, 2278

Sex: Female

Physical Description: 

A young, Desoric woman, she stands at a modest 5'7", with a light, but healthy build. Her hair is cut short, a slightly messy head of dark blue-black hair. Her skin is a pale white, complimented by deep, dark blue irises. The woman's face is clean, relatively free of any marks or blemishes, besides the occasional freckle. 

 

- If Applicable -

Current Rank: 3SPC

Education History: High School Graduate

Criminal Record: 1x Count of Loitering

Employment History: Volunteer at local Desoric clinic, from ages 15 to 19

Service Record: 

-Completion of Basic Training

-Completion of Basic Medical Aid Course

-Assignment to 112th BN, 182nd Medical DET

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