The Battle For Reach: Interactive.

[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....