The Battle For Reach: Interactive.

[VerbotenDonkey]

Since I need to achieve more in the writing scheme, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a writing interactive. A few of these were tried in the past with minimal success, however another attempt couldn't hurt. Basically, you control your character through the battle-torn planet of Reach, just as you would your avatar through the online version on the console. The only difference is: no intentional killing of other players characters without their consent, no godmodding or rediculous claims; basically nothing you couldn't do normally.

I'll just sketch up a quick template for people to outline their character with, feel free to make it as long or short as you wish, however the longer it is the more you'll be able to interact with others as others will know more about your character.

Name:
Faction (REDD or BLUE):
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.):
Appearance:
Personality:
History:



Once a few people sign up, I will begin with an opening scene and we will all continue from there. Others can feel free to trickle in afterwards, I would just like to get started ASAP. You don't have to start at the scene I provide, it will just be an opener post. Thanks for your help in the Interactive and enjoy yourself!

[Nocte]

Name: Sergerous Mers

Faction: R.E.D.D.

Soldier Class: Recon Sniper

Appearance: Age 34. 6'2" 230 lbs. Short cropped dark brown hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Silent. Always keeps his thoughts to himself, unless needed. He only trusts three men in the entire galaxy and those men would be the men in his small Headhunter unit.

History: At the age of 19, Sergerous became a Headhunter after his first mission as a Spartan-III which mission details have been terminated ever since the UNSC broke up. His unit was named "Nightmare" shortly after a night op they were ordered to perform turned from one simple target, to an entire BLUE base. Sergerous still keeps his SPI armor for use, only he has upgraded and added his own personal modifications to it. He installed a standard issue MJOLNIR kinetic shield system to it and a few other armor mods.

After joining REDD his unit was disbanded, due to no need for a highly covert unit such as themselves, when REDD picked up FEAR.

Sergerous went to Earth and started a family, although soon enough his past caught up with him and his family had been killed while he was at work. Upon coming home he found his only loved ones dead, and began searching for their killers. The chase lead him straight to Reach. He killed the man who was responsible, but he wasn't and old General gone sour. He was a BLUE Colonel. Sergerous upon hearing of a conflict going to break out between the REDD and BLUE forces on Reach. He suited up again, and contacted his old unit. They enlisted and were returned to their old ranks and status. Nightmare lurks in the shadows of Reach aiding an entire Battalion of Royal Enforcers or assassinating BLUE officers.

[GhostHammer]

Name: Cody Franklin Shaer

Faction (REDD or BLUE): REDD

Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Special Forces Commander/Urban Warfare Specialist

Appearance: Six feet tall, short salt & peper hair, a muscular 220 lbs, green eyes, multiple scars to body, arms, and down right cheek, ODST tattoo on left tricep.

Personality: Gruff, no nonsense attitude when on mission and dealing with "green" soliders, relaxed with long time friends and trusted comrades, follows what he believes to be right, sometimes ignoring orders. Loyal to friends, extremley deadly, his past missions make him wonder how much longer he can go on fighting.

History: His birth, on a UNSC Cruiser, is currently classified, and after years in cryo sleep on a freighter on route to Earth, he was defrosted and put up for adoption as neither parent could be located. Adopted by a small farming family on Earth, Cody would later learn of his birth on his 16 birthday, where he swore to find who his true mother and father were. He later learned their names, but decided to keep the file sealed for security. Both of his parents has served the UNSC, his father a Drill Instructor and hand to hand combat instructor while his mother was a Doctor. Both of his parents parted ways for their work that would help change the fate of humanity during the Covenant War era, Cody has never met either of them, and their location is currently unknown. Cody was an excellent student and Thrashball player. Following his birth father, he joined REDD at 18, quickly advanced through all of hs training and became youngest Lieutenant ever to lead a Special Forces ODST unit at 20. Reaching Commander at 25, he reached his 1000 mission mark the day before his promotion. He has been awarded almost every medal the REDD has, although most of his mission reports are classified. He has taken part in numerous conflicts of past and now at 34 has a wife, two sons, and a daughter. His dossier is sealed, only the highest of REDD can access it. He holds many dark secrets, and is one of the few REDD offcers to have the same level of clearance as the Emporers most trusted staff, as he has escorted and saved the life of the Emporer twice.

Donkey, I can open up myself in more detail once it gets going.

[Mythonian]

Meh, sure, it isn't like I'm too busy at the moment. I'm not sure I'll have much time to participate in this, but it could be enjoyable.

{Redacted. I truly don't have enough time.}

[HeavyArms]

Name: Derek Henson
Faction: REDD
Soldier Class: Demolition
Appearance: 6'00, Short Brown cropped hair. Dark brown eyes, muscled
Personality: Ambitious, Friendly. He tends to talk when he should keep his mouth shut.
History: His father was a soldier against the rebels before. Since then he joined the cause for REDD at 18, and has been fighting ever since. He has been fighting for three years now.

[iFurrious]

Name: Andrei Sokolov
Faction (REDD or BLUE):REDD
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.):N/A
Appearance:N/A
Personality:N/A
History:N/A

[Deathhawk]

I prolly wont even remember this thread but why not.
Name: Dalton HD
Faction (REDD or BLUE): Red
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Suicide bomber (that uses armour lock to survive)
Appearance: Tall, with a charred uniform and brown thin cut beard.
Personality: Certifiably insane.
History: When he lost his mother and family (his dad left at a young age) to a covenant bombing (he miraculously survived by a bit of luck) he vowed revenge on the covenant, and enlisted in the UNSC. He started out in explosive ordinance and learned how to most directly effect the enemy with a bomb. It ended up being suicide bombing as the best tactic, and he developed skill with armour lock to survive blasts. When the covenant war ended, he still didn't have anything to go back to, so he joined forces with the Red because red is the color of fire. His comrades were also choosing the Redd side. There his tactics were supported and could expand on his technologies. He developed more advanced methods (and trained to be able to move little by little with armour lock engaged to a 97.46% percent instead of the 100% before. He expanded his suit and wore light protective padding to cover the remainder, and modified his suit to allow walking movement while in armour lock.

[XxClearSh0txX]

Name: John Dobson
Faction: REDD
Class: Squad leader, Spartan.
Appearance: 5 feet 9 inches tall, 180 lbs. Shaggy, dark brown hair, greenish blue eyes, slightly tan skin, a bit heavily built.
History: Joined the UNSC at the age of 16 in 2606, a month before the UNSC split. Joined REDD soon after the split. Drafted into the Spartan III project in 2607 after showing ideal traits, spartan training completed in 2608. Promoted to XO of his squad later that year after showing amazing dedication and tactical prowess, and CO in 2609 after the death of his former CO. Most of his military career is spent behind or on enemy lines, destroying BLUE fortifications to allow REDD troops through and fighting alongside these troops when they get there. Capable with all weapons (as he has also trained his squad to be), he fits into almost any combat situation perfectly. The death of his CO, however, still haunts him a little, and may sometimes affect his judgement. Deployed to Reach in 2611 at the age of 21.

I like interactive stories.:)

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Name: Jacob Hogg
Faction: BLUE
Class: Spartan IV; Lt
Appearance: 6 feet 2 inches tall, 215 lbs., Caucasian, Short Dark Brown hair, Brown eyes, Muscler build, rough goatee. Usually clad in his Mark V MJLONIR suit with all the necessary inhancements. (Says he can't let go of the history of his kind of suit)

History: Joined the UNSC 2600(0ffically).Drafted into the Spartan program in 2587, when he was 11. Spartan IV training was completed in 2590. Jacob was sent on Black Ops across the universe which is why it took so long for him to become known. Finally, when people actually knew of his existence, he was placed in his first infantry squad in 2605, excactly one year before the split.
Jacob became CO because of this particular part of his history: In 2605,a year and a half before the split, His old squad was traveling on a cruiser, when the ship was attacked by a massive force of Rebels. He and his squad stayed to fight, while every one jettosined to the astroids below. There were overwhelming odds against them, about 85 to 1. After many hit and run tactics, his CO decide to make a stand in the Main Core Room. He had to choose one person to stay behind and set the trap. He doesn't go into much detail after that. We only know that he was found in a Cryo Tube in a lifeboat floating out in space with the ships AI,Endless Winter, managing his life signals.
One month before the split, Jacob became CO of his newly rebuilt squad. He is a really good guy, but anything that reminds him of that dreadful day, he starts to make risky decisions.
He and his new squad happened to be traveling by Reach, when they were flagged down by a "unknown organization" called R.E.D.D. It happened to be 1 day after the split. Since his AI marked the organization as a threat, they engaged in ship to ship combat with the new threat, hince, without knowing, were thrust into B.L.U.E. After defeating the threat, another "unknown organization" called BLUE flagged them down, being friendly. They were told of the split, and were immediantly deployed onto Reach as part of B.L.U.E.

[Bodaciousbaconn]

not a lot of blues...

[LocoCrazy]

Name: colonel. Sev Adams

Faction: Royal Enforcer

Soldier Class: Guerrilla (CQC, saboteur, lots of splosions' ect)

Appearance: 5'7. 43 years of age. Sev has a perfect balance of mental and psychical strength. He wears the standard EOD helmet, Base Security shoulder pieces, Multi-Threat chest armor, Breacher wrist bandoleer;8 gauge, tactical soft case for anything he might find useful and grenadier knee guards. Sev removes his helmet only to sleep, eat, if ordered to and to finish off a worthy foe.

Personality: It seems that Sev has willing burned out any part of his personality that does not contribute to the swift execution of his duties. Rated as one of the top troops in CQC, Sev skilled in almost every known fighting style. He is the human personification of the snake. Quick, cunning, quiet and deadly, he is a force to be reckoned with. However, he does have a single powerful weakness. While Sev is a talented soldier in the CQC business, he lacks long range capability. This incapability lies not within skill. But honor.

History: Born into nobility, Sev is strictly professional at everything he does. He refuses to rest until this war has reached its end, in the Emperor's favor of course. insainly loyal and extremely dedicated to bringing as much pain to the Brotherhood as possible. Sev is seen as an "example soldier" having served over 25 years of active duty on the front lines. His name in know throughout the BLUE not as a threat. But as a sign of confidence that his men will win the battle he/they are currently fighting.

[RaZ Vader]

Name: Vicious
Faction (REDD or BLUE): B.L.U.E.
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Close Quarters Combat Specialist
Appearance: 5'11 200 lbs. Hair style: Fohawk with BLUE dyed in middle, with rough facial hair.
Personality: Rough, tough S.O.B. that takes no crap, but is funny around his peers
Age: 30
History: All is known that he served the empire as 2nd in command, and joined the rebells after his mother and father were executed by the emperor

[HeavyArms]

^ Lol Raz is a Bad ass.

[VerbotenDonkey]

Name: Ryan Webber
Faction (REDD or BLUE): REDD
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Infantry, Rifleman
Appearance: A standard Marine, 24, he wears a greying black ballistic helmet over his stout head. His body is lean and athletic, he is decent at sprinting and getting to cover. He stands at an average 5'10", garbed in normal Marine gear, the same greyish black colour. A red Imperial insignia dignifies his shoulder, standing out against the darkened armor. His hair is jet black and a little longer than military regulations, although he usually gets away with this. Standing out against his dark color appearance is his piercing light blue eyes.
Personality: Ryan is hearty and light in conversation, enjoying a good laugh. However, he's serious when it comes to battle and always keeps his mind in the battle, not wandering stray.
History: Ryan refuses to go over his past, only that he joined the Marines when his duty was being called upon. He is a standard Marine, given an Assault Rifle and a Magnum, however he does possess skills in standard marksmanship and has a small flight record.


[Writing up the Intro post now. Please maintain a posting order, which would be in the order we created our characters in. Just to keep it orderly and so people don't advance their character plot faster than others.]

[VerbotenDonkey]

The dark-olive Pelican pitched as it entered from the atmosphere of space into the gravity and atmosphere of the planet Reach. Explosions tore across the black vacuum of space as an unseen battle raged high above between the forces of the Imperial REDDs and the rebelious BLUEs. Just moments ago this Pelican, among several others along with their Falcon escourt, was released from the Carrier Incanta enroute to establish a forward base on one of the many terrains of the scarred land. Light blue seas settled themselves in, washing ashore to a jungle of an island; rising from the center, a large cavernous mountain demanded the view. Turbulance rocked the troop carrier once more as it flattened out, running horizontal to the plane of the planet now.

Ryan sat with his shoulders equal length, resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands as he stared blankly at the floor. Weeks ago High Command had sent them out to this planet, a single planet opposed to the War raging across the galaxy. This planet, they reasoned, perhaps held the key to the war. Possible weapons that held prestious legend. However, his thoughts became scrambled as a hiss stabalized the pressure in the back, his conciousness returning to cabin as he gazed along his comrades seated beside him, about ten or so more Marines. The back door hissed open, granting a more favorable view of the ocean below. A chaingun lowered itself, and a husky Marine rose from his seat to take the gunning position. "Five minutes!" the speakers in the cabin squeezed out, a warning from the Pilot. Spires of rock rose from the depths of the ocean now, and stretches of beach began to roll into the view out the back of the Pelican. The small detach of Pelicans, as they left in a group, pitched right, towards the Island. The escourt sped ahead of the group, scouting out for enemies. Treetops reached up as if to grab the vulnernable belly of the machine as they flew closer to their Drop Zone. Red Lights flashed green as the Pelican lowered itself onto the jungley floor below, and one by one the Marines began to depart out the back. "Here we go," breathed Ryan.

[Mythonian]

Umm.... A posting order isn't going to work out, I'd suppose.

We should have the characters PM a writer about what they are doing, and then the writer makes the narrative. This would keep everything coherent and ensure that it makes sense instead of being random and stupid.

We could have a writer for each army, even, to keep it fresh. I'd volunteer for BLUE's writer.

[Nocte]

Sergerous sat with his back to the cockpit of the Falcon. On either side of the cabin sat a Royal Enforcer marine that held onto a mounted machine gun. Sergerous watched as they scanned from left to right, know it was how they were trained even though no BLUE forces were going to engage them. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his entire unit sitting either across of next to him. Roy sat next to him loading his shotgun, with his SMG already holstered on his thigh. Roy was the CQC and Demolition expert of the unit. Across from him sat Cole, and across from Sergerous sat Tim. Both Cole and Tim were the squad’s riflemen, holding in their hands non-standard MA5B assault rifles, with standard-issue BR’s on their backs.

Sergerous himself hand a none standard-issue MA5K Carbine on his back and in his hands was his baby. His Sniper Rifle. Customized to the type of threading in the barrel. He examined a magazine and slid it into the receiver and then looked out to his left at the beauty of Reach. The vibrant ocean mixing his the lush green. His smile vanished as he was brought back to the memories of his childhood on Reach. The early mornings of training drills, the harsh combat sims. His thoughts were cut by the pilot, “Now approaching LZ, get ready for a drop and go.”

Sergerous looked at the men in his unit and they all nodded. Nightmare had pre-decided to head out on recon and allow the marines to set up the forward base. He watched as the lush green engulfed his view and his tac-map set in and located exactly where they were. He set a Nav-marker, 3 green lights winked on his HUD meaning that that Nightmare knew exactly what they were doing. The Falcon touched down and out they went. Sergerous looked back once at the Marines as another wave of air-craft came into view above and then followed behind his men as they disappeared into the dense jungle.

[gato]

Name: Leinadran
Faction (REDD or BLUE): Redd
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Hobo
Appearance: Grimy, worn out. Wears rags and constantly has 2-12 cats with him.
Personality: Schizophrenic, can't see the colors lime green or magenta.
History: Leinadran was born and raised in a large city known as Gotham. At a young age, his parents attempted to steal him an orange when the Sultan caught them and ordered his men to chop their arms off. Leinadran jumped in front of the sultans mens swords, getting a small cut in his left forearm, which scarred into the word "uterus." Leinadran knew what this meant; that he must find Sergerous Mers and skin him and wear his skin like a skirt around playgrounds near the east coast.

[Nicholas Sapien]

Name: Nicholas Sapien
Faction (REDD or BLUE): BLUE
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Company Commander
Marine Class: Commandant of the Marine Corps
Appearance: 6 foot tall, Military cut, musclular(cant spell to save my life :)...
Personality:Ambitous,Aggr esive, At times be cocky
History:After school I'll write

[Nocte]

Acer I think I'll kill your character without you concent....

[Bodaciousbaconn]

I agree with Eagle.

[d3ad1te]

History: Leinadran was born and raised in a large city known as Gotham. At a young age, his parents attempted to steal him an orange when the Sultan caught them and ordered his men to chop their arms off. Leinadran jumped in front of the sultans mens swords, getting a small cut in his left forearm, which scarred into the word "uterus." Leinadran knew what this meant; that he must find Sergerous Mers and skin him and wear his skin like a skirt around playgrounds near the east coast.
I died laughing.

But now i'm alive again.


Name: William Mandella
Faction:BLUE
Class: Orbital Drop Shock Trooper
Appearance: 5'10 170lbs brown hair and eyes.
Personality: Highly Educated yet Passive. Follows orders.
History: Was a university student before he was conscripted to UNSC in 2602,Volunteered for ODST training in 2604. Joined BLUE after the split and is now apart of the 105th ODST division.

[HeavyArms]

Derek walked out of the back of the pelican with his MA5C in his hand. He walked away from the Peli, then stopped looking around. He smiled alittle and looked over at Ryan. He walked over to him and asked "so any idea what we're doing here". He looked down at the jungle floor and kicked a rock. It skipped along the grassy floor till coming to a stop. He looked around at the rest of the squad and then back towards Ryan.

[LocoCrazy]

Made some tweaks to my character. I'll post mah sheeats tomorrow.

[Kuhblam]

I'll join, but a few things...

1) Ugh... I'd ask everyone to look at this thread please for some info on FC's fictional background. All the background information if you really want to go on a historically accurate bio is in there.

<<The Fires of Heaven>> (http://fcwars.net/forums/showthread.php?20-The-Fires-of-Heaven)

2) A posting order, pl0x? Perhaps in a new thread? This is already majorly bungled.

3) Don't really care, but just letting people know that Spartans, in this case IVs, are trained from birth. The training regimen has not changed regardless of the advancement in years because of the growth acceleration that takes place. In any rate, I ignored that with my bio.

4) Imperial Military = Marines, ODSTs. R.E.D.D. = Spartan-IVs.

Anyways, I'll post a relatively short app.

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Name: Alfred Moore, Alfred-019, C19

Faction (REDD or BLUE): Imperial Military, REDD

Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Spartan-IV, Captain, Infantry

Appearance:

A lithe, muscular man of 6'6" at 28 years of age, Alfred has a definitively mixed descent between caucasian and oriental ancestry. His skin is a pale white as a result of spending so much time encased in a tin suit, and his hair is buzzed and dark black in nature as per Imperial military protocol with hair length regulations. He has no eye-catching scars on his face contrary to the features of so many other soldiers due to the fact that he is entirely cased in MJOLNIR-class power armor. Like all Spartan-IV class soldiers, he is much more able and physical than any Imperial Marine or ODST due to the special supplements and growth acceleration given to him from birth. As he was conscripted as an infant, he has not suffered the pangs of such augmentations unlike Spartan-IVs trained at much later ages.

Personality:

Strict, no nonsense, and most of all able. Alfred believes firmly in the Empire and its ability to defend and maintain the Inner and Outer Colonies with an iron fist. He sees targets and not regular humans as a result of the type of education he received during his training. Not particularly cold, he represents the strength and aptness of the Empire before the split in 2606 with the Brotherhood Legion of United Exiles. In any rate, for him traitors are traitors, and deserve nothing less than execution for high treason. He has several former 'classmates' on the opposing side; of the course of the war, he has eliminated five of six traitors, and plans to remove the sixth for good as a continued pledge of commitment to the Emperor. Like all Imperial military personnel, he owes allegiance to its founder... not the organization.

History:

*Will post later*

[GhostHammer]

*Let people just post, those who want to contribute will, to have a designed writer defeats the purpose of an interactive story*









Amber lights flashed above the bulkheads and klaxons blared in the stiffling drop bay of the REDD Carrier Perfect Storm as a half dozen ODST's stood at loose attention infront of their HEV pods, sweat beading on their foreheads. The bulkhead at the end of the row hissed open and and newley promoted ODST Commander stepped into the bay, his boots resounding of the titanium floor as he approached the unit with his helmet under his arm. The squad's eyes glanced back and forth between him and themselves, all noticing the deep scar that ran down his right cheek. He stopped at the first trooper, a Lieutenant, and quickly looked him up and down, grunting his aproval before proceeding to inspect each trooper in line. He reached the end and spun around, clearing his throat.
"I understand you are all a little confused. I know that you've had only a few hours to get to know eachother, and that you were pulled from various other units for your skill set." He paused to take a breathe. "This is the first time we've worked together, and we don't have the luxury to get to know eachother before drop." He placed a hand on the shoulder of the Lieutenant. "I am Commander Shaer, follow my orders, do your duty, and you will make it home. How do we go down troopers?"
The chorus of yells ecoed through the bay as the squad bellowed the long time ODST response "We go feet first sir!"
Cody glanced at the Lieutenant and cracked a small smile. "We're going to be one hell of a team trooper."

Years Later...

Cody closed his tac map on his HUD and adjusted a knob on the side of his ODST Helmets CMND Module. It had been years since their first drop together, and it has been the drop that forged them into the tight knift, effective team they were today. Checking his surroundings, he waved a hand in a series of signals to his XO Lieutenant Commander Adrian Thompson motioning him to move forward to recon the immediate area. Adrian passed the signal on to the teams CQB/Demolition specialist Warrant Officer Allister "Tank" Cox who nodded and moved forwrd with him. Cody watched the two, Adrian tall, slender and fast, an expert in marksmanship, stealth and recon, while Tank was hulking, loud, and extremley proficient in explosives and carnage, and couldnt stop himself from thinking they were the most extreme contrast of troopers on his team. As the pair slinked away from their drop zone, Commander Cody Shaer turned to the rest of his team.

He spun two finger in the air just above his helmet, the "rally up" signal, and the three remaining ODST's came jogging from the perimeter positions to take a knee infront of him. First to arrive was team medic Lieutenant Jessa Leroux, her armour trimmed in scarlet and bursting with all sorts of medical pouches and compartments. She dropped, her MA5K resting over her knee as she depolarized her helmet's visor, he piercing green eyes shone from behind her faceplate as she pulled the helmet off, letting her shoulder length brown hair flow out. "Hoo-ah Commander."

Cody nodded, and as usual, could never figure out how her French accent managed to sooth him, and the hundreds of patients she tended to, regardless of if she saved them or not. They turned as the teams Communications and Intelligence officer droped from a tree, mud splashing up his black and navy colored armour. He took a few steps and stopped, bending quickly to untange his radio pack antenna from a group of vines, he continued for a few steps before taking a knee and removing his helmet. The sun shined off his cleanly shaved head and his dark beedy eyes darted left to right into the jungle surrounding them. He slung his DMR and grunted at Cody. "Vats good sir?"

Cody exchanged fist bumps with his long time friend Lieutenant Vadim Mogilevsky. The two had spent most of their basic training together untill Cody was accepted into the ODST division months before Vadim. "Hang tight Vad. One more."
Vadim grunted and turned as the sound of a cocking SMG, a new weapon being fielded by REDD, alerted the trio to the fourth members arrival. A black and yellow ODST came jogging past a landed HEV, his SMG resting in his arm as he ran to the Commander and his squadmates. He joined them on his knee and removed his helmet, propping his SMG up over his shoulder. "Sorry sir, didn't mean to come late."

Cody gave a quick nod. "You're right on time B."
The youngest ODST of the team nodded, quickly scratching his blonde stubble on his head and tightened his combat harness. Master Chief Petty Officer Bojan Bjelic was a ripe 25, the youngest and most inexperienced member of Cody's team, but his gut instinct had saved the lives of many past squadmates. He squinted, his blue eyes burning in the sunlight as he put up a hand to block the brightness.

Cody cleared his throat and removed his helmet, his silver-black hair shorn close to his head. He looked over his squad members infront of him and nodded inwardly to himself, pleased with the unit they had become. "Alright listen up troopers, we've dropped in ahead of a larger landing force to help recon the area. The mission, is to secure a forward base of operations for future actions, our mission, is to recon and scout out any hostile forces in the AO, and establish contact with the main landing force. After we establish contact, we will connect with HIGH COM for new orders. Questions?"

"Sir vat is da size of our main anding force and who is our contact?" Vadim said adjusting his weight.

Cody tapped his helemt and the team slid them on, their faceplates polarizing silver as he tapped into his squad net and brought up a holo map of an island. Zooming down to their drop zone, he scrolled back to anoher large clearing in the jungle where dozens upon dozens of green triangles moved towards them. Cody keyed his COM "There's our boys in green, no specific contact, should meet up with them in a few hours." He scrolled up, widening the frame to show additional clusters of green triangles dotting the island. "These groups are forward marine recon units, they'll be scouting the entire island."

Vadim was about to speak when the crack of Adrian's sniper rifle and the heavy boom of Tank's shotgun blasted through the jungle ahead of them. With a quick check of gear, Cody fired a series of quick hand signals and the ODST's moved into the tangle of greens and browns after thei fellow squadmates.

[bazongaman502]

Name: Bones Conway (sevice tag: B-257)
Faction: BLUE (once BLUE, always BLUE)
Soldier Class: Sniper
Appearance: 6'1", 37 years old, average body, dark blond hair. Hazle eyes. White.
Personality: Knowledgeable. Knows who his target is, Knows what they are capable of, Knows were their location is, knows when you pull off the job without much problems, and knows why he was chosen for the job.
History: From age 2-14, he was known for his atletic abilities in baseball, football, and Track. At age 15, he was recruited to join a *secret* organization that was built for only the elite kids. After 2 years of training, he was told what the project is, and they immediatly put him through training for the military. Although, only a few months later, he was put into a *secret* sniping organization within the UNSC. Later to be found he was part of a Spartan-III program.

Shortly after being placed in a Squad, he was told to assist a spartan. Although the other Spartans had to chose who they wanted to mentor, Spartan Biily Bob took an interest into Bones.

From then till the departure of PWP Team, Billy taught Bones everything there is to know about how to be a stealthy snipper, a knowledgeable snipper, and a dependent teammate. to this day, its Bones goal to find his mentor and gain vengence for the fallen.

[Nocte]

Baz I don't think you understand when this story takes place. Reach takes place in 2552. This story takes place at least past 2603....

[Kuhblam]

I'll join, but a few things...

1) Ugh... I'd ask everyone to look at this thread please for some info on FC's fictional background. All the background information if you really want to go on a historically accurate bio is in there.

<<The Fires of Heaven>> (http://fcwars.net/forums/showthread.php?20-The-Fires-of-Heaven)


This in response to Eagle. Yeah.

[Andimion]

I'd join but some people dont know the definition of a Halo based RP. Or the history or basis of all Halo knowledge.. It will kinda ruin it.. I can only see myself doing these things with people who have all the knowledge of Halo.

[Nocte]

I'd join but some people dont know the definition of a Halo based RP. Or the history or basis of all Halo knowledge.. It will kinda ruin it.. I can only see myself doing these things with people who have all the knowledge of Halo.

Honestly their isn't much to learn, just don't go way the fuck off of the setting and you will be fine.

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Made some edits to my character, according to the info posted by Kuhblam.

[Andimion]

Honestly their isn't much to learn, just don't go way the fuck off of the setting and you will be fine.

To have a functional character that has no holes, its good to know all there is to know about spartans and the background of all the SPARTAN projects. You guys can do what you like. Im just throwing my personal opinion out there. This is about Halo isnt it? It is also about the battle of Reach, so in the end of all of this everyone's spartans have to be dead. If your a UNSC soldier or an ODST you have the luck to be able to get your member aboard the Pillar of Autum and escape. But you will be killed anyways on the first discovered Halo.. Im just saying guys.. lol =P

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Andi. You realize this is all after Reach, Right? Like 50 years?

[gato]

Acer I think I'll kill your character without you concent....

I won't give you my consent. Rules are rules, tough guy.

[Andimion]

Andi. You realize this is all after Reach, Right? Like 50 years?

Where does it say that? Verboten donkey stated this takes place in the battle torn time of Reach.

[Andimion]

I won't give you my consent. Rules are rules, tough guy.

Truth be told, if I was making a Halo based thing such as this myself. I would have kicked you out from how silly your basis of character is. I mean really? We're not playing prince of persia.. This is halo.. -_-'

[Bodaciousbaconn]

I was just referencing because the split happens in 2606( somewhere around there) and Halos 1-3 happen in 2552...........So Reach haz basically been......not rebuilt?

[Andimion]

I was just referencing because the split happens in 2606( somewhere around there) and Halos 1-3 happen in 2552...........So Reach haz basically been......not rebuilt?

Where did Donkey say the time period as well? Donkey is the person who started this, not kuhblam. -_-'

[MedeDust]

Name: Deco "Decorations"

Faction: REDD

Class: Classified Lone Wolf Special Operations/ Tech Expert/ Mixed Ma Expert


Appearance: 5 Feet 11 Inches 180 Pounds, Short Brown hair, Built average body, Scar running down the left eye, Light flexible scout armor. Rarely ever shows face.

Personality: Quiet, Serious, Sarcastic, Very Direct, Lone Wolf.

History:Erased

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Well I was just infering that it happened during the split since you have to pick the REDD or BLUE faction......so you could be right, i could be right, whatever.....I just wanna do this. :)

[Kuhblam]

Donkey made it, correct.

D3adite re-set the year with the Revolutions Ad, so I did the same. Because of that, so did everyone else. In my haste to be a Accuracy Nazi, I posted what I did.

~Kuhblam

[Bodaciousbaconn]

heh...........Nazi.....

[VerbotenDonkey]

I'd have to agree, although the 'history' states that the Army was refitted with all Spartans, I find it impractical that this would ever happen, for reasons that only few children actually qualify (to my knowledge) and the outrageous price, I would think that a portion of the Army would still maintain being .. well an Army, instead of Super Soldiers. It would make sense that if we're staying to the facts of FC, this Interactive would be all Spartans then, however I know my knowledge of Spartans is limited, and I'm sure some others are as well. I dont mind it either way though.

There /will/ be a posting order, to keep things consistent and the plotline fluent for all characters. Replys don't all have to be long, if you can only squeeze in a paragraph, thats fine. Yes, the FC version of the Battle for Reach is indeed after the UNSC and Covenant battle for Reach, so you'll have to ask the current Forerunners for information on how the planent stabalized itself again.

As it seems that this topic is jarbled (lol made up word), this topic will remain for all character bio's, and I will make a new topic strictly for posting, in which I will place the posting order as people who have already made a character. This topic will also remain for any more queries. If you made a character and decide you no longer wish to participate, I ask that you please contact me to remove you. Thank you.

[HeavyArms]

I LOVE YOU DONKEY <3

[GhostHammer]

Way to fuck everything up guys... How bout we stay on topic in the next thread?

[HeavyArms]

I just wanted to say, that post was my first off topic post. Please dont smite me with your awesomness.

[Andimion]

It was on topic.

[HeavyArms]

Not really, this was suppous to be the interactive story. Not the discussion on Halo History.

[VerbotenDonkey]

It is fine, questions were needed, I really don't mind. There should be a separate topic from character creation anyway. Kind of an OOC area.

[Nicholas Sapien]

I was just referencing because the split happens in 2606( somewhere around there) and Halos 1-3 happen in 2552...........So Reach haz basically been......not rebuilt?

There ya go (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdwLHW76MpU)

[Bodaciousbaconn]

{Newly finished and refined version awaiting arrival in the new thread.}

[LocoCrazy]

“I need you to make a choice for me” Sev said to the Brotherhood officer at gun point “Option A or option B?”

The officer chuckled “Whats option A?” he said as blood trickled down his mouth onto the cold concrete of the bunker

“You tell me where your HQ is and how you scum found this planet, no more blood no broken bones and no missing teeth” Sev answered.
“And option B?” the officer asked again
“pretty much the opposite of A. But I wouldn’t recommend that”

The officer paused for a moment. I’ll take option C. Sev threw his fist into the officers gut knocking the rebel onto his knees as he grunted. Sev kneeled down. He used his revolver’s barrel to lift the officer’s chin up to look him in the eyes. “There is no option C. Just cooperate. It will be easier on us both”. Sev stood the officer up and brushed some dust off of the officer’s uniform. “I am not a patient man. I suggest you give me the coordinates”. As the enemy coughed up blood and spat it at Sev’s feet he firmly stated “Looks like its option B for me my friend. Sorry”

Sev kneed the officer in the gut, as he hunched over clenching himself. Sev sent his left knee in his foe’s face then got him in a chock hold. The officer could see his reflection in Sev’s EOD visor. As the REDD tightened his grip the officer, the blue attempted to pry Sev’s hands away. With his right hand, Sev removed his 10 inch blade from its sheath. The glimmer of the steel caught the officer’s eye. Sev brought the knife to his enemies forehead and pulled back, he saw and felt the officer squirm even more “This is your fault” Sev said as he thrust the knife into head of the now limp body. The sound of cracked bones and gushing blood filled the empty air for a second. Sev removed the knife and let go of the body. If fell to the ground in a sitting position. As he started walking out of the bunker he flicked blood off of his knife and returned it to its sheath.

The sunlight hit his eyes as his visor automatically adjusted and dimmed. His men were stationed outside of the relatively small recon bunker. There were 3 other BLUE soldiers who were in the POW position, both knees on the ground with their hands behind their head. Sev looked at his men then nodded. The BLUE’s were executed on the spot. “Pelican is inbound for pick up. Scavenge any weapons and ammo you want”.

—8 minutes later—

The squad of Imperials jumped aboard the areal transport as the dust of the desert floor scattered. Sev took one last look at the concrete bunker. The three Brotherhood bodies added a nice colour splash. The pelican took off with hast. “enroot to Carver VI HQ” the vehicles’ PA transmitted.

Carver VI was mostly a wasteland of a planet. The Imperial army seized control the second Carver was founded. Ever since then it has become a minor HQ that was perfect for relaying messages to the Imperial home world. The HQ could fit roughly 100 personnel with light vehicle support. Every month a cargo ship would resupply Carver with anything the troops needed. Despite the size of the planet and HQ Carver is a key to the REDD scout vessels as it can refit and refill minor ships with record timing.

Sev had been told he was to be transported from Carver IV, seeing how he was no longer needed and was being put on the front lines again. Whichever Brotherhood squad was causing him to leave Carver was in for trouble.

[GhostHammer]

Uhh guys? Theres a posting topic up with a posting order...

[Kuhblam]

Who said the entire army was full of Spartans? That's just the REDD, which is in fact a single division (hence the last D in it).

Whatever, rant done. Carry on, gentlemen.

~Kuhblam

[Nocte]

Heres what I say, that instead of sitting getting pissed at each other Donkey or someone who can edit his post needs to put the order from 1st to last on the first post and ask anyone who posted out of turn to edit their post until their turn is allowed. The order goes from who posted the first character to the last.

[HeavyArms]

http://fcwars.net/forums/showthread.php?1110-The-War-for-Planet-Reach-Interactive
Oh look at that. >.>

[Nocte]

haha I was looking for it when Cody said it but I couldn't find it...

[LocoCrazy]

why is there an order of whihc people must post in? thats fucking dumb. Thwn we'd have to wait for a day to a week just for somebody else just to type a paragraph? fuck tht. im going to do what i want to do. like every-other RP.

[HeavyArms]

why is there an order of whihc people must post in? thats fucking dumb. Thwn we'd have to wait for a day to a week just for somebody else just to type a paragraph? fuck tht. im going to do what i want to do. like every-other RP.

Well if you wanna be technical, which knowing you, you dont. But this isnt an RP, its a "interactive story".

[GhostHammer]

why is there an order of whihc people must post in? thats fucking dumb. Thwn we'd have to wait for a day to a week just for somebody else just to type a paragraph? fuck tht. im going to do what i want to do. like every-other RP.

I messaged Kuhblam with my concern about this also, can a mod close this topic?

[Nocte]

I love sitting from the side-line and watching as people get pissed over such a small deal ^.^

[Kuhblam]

I didn't get any messages, although I don't know why you would message me. Donkey is the head honcho for this thread.

~Kuhblam

[GhostHammer]

That's who I meant shhhhhh!

[VerbotenDonkey]

Yeah, see a posting order is needed because overall, if a person IS inactive for, say even a day, and the real RPers who sit and write post after post for eachother complete a huge part of the battle, then guess what? That means just because you were gone for ONE day, your character is just removed, in essence, from the whole scene, and you can't participate.

But I suppose I'm taking it too dramatically, and yes I thought about it today, and with the mass of people we have (didnt think the turnout would be this large.) I suppose its just too hectic for an order.

Also, please leave this topic open for things such as this. Or just talking about the other topic in general, or for questions. The other topic is strictly for IC posts only.

[Deathhawk]

Also, please leave this topic open for things such as this. Or just talking about the other topic in general, or for questions. The other topic is strictly for IC posts only.
Thread'll be on probation. I'm talking to you, violators. Stop your violatin ways.

[gato]

Why was my story deleted!? That took me over an HOUR to write!

[KillaDawg360]

Anyone else notice after Halo 2 RvB the RPG's went to shit? Anywho, lookin' forward to reading this gentlemen, lots of participation, this should be good.

[GhostHammer]

Anyone else notice after Halo 2 RvB the RPG's went to shit? Anywho, lookin' forward to reading this gentlemen, lots of participation, this should be good.

Many good RPG's were done. I go back to the old site to read them now and then :P

[d3ad1te]

Snackman90?

Good Stuff

[XxClearSh0txX]

What's the posting order? I can't seem to find it anymore, and I've forgotten when I post.

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Just post whenever. Order is gone nao.

[Carpe Vexillum]

(A posted order slows things down. Random is what makes it fun.)

Name: Dimitri Belikov

Faction: Blue

Soldier Class: Tactical Eliminator, Recon

Appearance: At exactly 6' Dimitri stands average height for a soldier, though his muscle mass is lacking he is perfect for his job, running Recon missions and taking up and out sniper positions. Green eyes, soft chin, and thin eyebrows. Medium length black hair is spiked always and he carries an interesting assortment of tattoos on his left arm, they stand out.

Personality: Dimitri always seems depressed, even when things go his way he finds some way to downplay the situation and creates an alternate reality for himself so that he might remain depressed. He thrives in this mood, always seeking a purpose that gives him this dark attitude that often times reflects upon other people. He knows no friendship, love, or caring in his heart unless you have something to give him in return. Even then, he only considers you a part of an exchange.

History: Dimitri is the offspring of his dear dad a military officer, and if that isn't enough for you to tell how his history goes, then continue reading beyond this point.

Dimitri had a pitiful childhood that revolved around his father training him to become a duplicate of his dad. He instilled the hate of all things that followed a non military life with ease into the naturally dark personality of Dimitri, but there was one thing that he forgot to bury within the head of Dimitri. Loyalty.

Dimitri had dreamed of overthrowing his father for all of his life. Many times he has discussed this with his outside friends, being known to say, "Ever since I left the womb of that haggard woman I have been destined to send my old man to his tomb. Some control would be nice for once..." (Side note, Dimitri never met his own mother and was never released any information about her to him). Though his father continued to train him, knowing very well that his own son had plans to overthrow him one day. He taught him well... Too well.

Dimitri after a tragic accident resulting the death of his father, he is now part of the war against the covenant.

"Try as you might, the end result will not change.”

[Bodaciousbaconn]

/\ Carpe's a BA

[XxClearSh0txX]

Alright, I've finally posted something. Anyone who's writing as REDD is free to interrogate my corporal.

[Bodaciousbaconn]

Can your corporal somehow get dropped at the BLUE base camp so I can Good Cop, Bad Cop him with my character and Raz's? Plz?

[Choca Cola]

Name:John Franklin
Faction : BLUE
Soldier Class : Spec Ops Infantryman
Appearance:Age:21 6"1 blonde hair Blue eyes because of implants that help his vision pale white skin.
Personality: Talks alot maybe to much.
History: When he was 18 both of his parents died because of a fire so he couldn't go to colledge so he enlisted in the UNSC. When it split he wanted to go with old ideas of liberty and democracy so he joined the BLUE army. Once he got done with basic he worked hard and was a good soldier on the battlefield and One month ago was shipped to Reach.

[Lightning]

Name: Lightning Cornelius Bryant
Faction (REDD or BLUE): REDD
Soldier Class (Infantry, Marksman, Sniper, etc.): Scout
Appearance: Age, Unknown, Height 6' 3". Brownish hair, goatee and blue eyes. Aqua armor. Has a cut from right Eye to upper jaw.
Personality: Loves his rifle. He always treats it like its golden. After every battle he takes it apart cleans it and puts it back together. He likes the picture of his mom. Has no anger until you mess with the danged thing. He is very lethal at close range and should be watched from a distance.
History: His mom died giving birth to him and all he had was his dad. They lived with their neighbors due to lack of finances. One day his dad left him. His dad always talked about this dream of his and Lightning's mom. Lightning assumed he had gone to his lab but when he got there, it was empty. All that was left was a picture of his mom. He picked it up and at that moment the UNSC recon team came in and extracted him from the area. Ever since then he's been quite, and always ready to kill.