Post by Sarge on May 29, 2012 11:20:59 GMT -8
[/img][/center]Sarge
Main Account:Kratin
Other Characters: More to come------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Sarge
Nicknames: S-dog, GrifKilla51
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Route: Hetero
Status: Staff Sergeant and Mad Scientist of Red Team------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILS
-Beneath the red armour is a man built for battle. Like many soldiers, his platinum hair is styled into a crew cut and his face is grizzled, with an almost permanent scowl and a strong, square jaw covered in rough stubble. A scar runs down the left side of his forehead, probably a souvenir from a past tour of duty. Sarge keeps himself in pique physical condition from running his team all around (though mostly just him, Simmons and Donut; he often has to drag Grif) and is very toned.-
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YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- His shotgun
- Thinking of ways to kill Grif
- Developing and/or piecing together new technology, such as his infamous EMP Cannon, Lopez, and most of Simmons
- Kicking ass and taking names
- Planning elaborate schemes that involve his shotgun, kicking ass and taking names, and some means of killing Grif or using him as a meat shield
Dislikes:
- Grif
- BLUES!!!
- Insubordination
- Grif
- People questioning his plans, like Grif
Personality:
Sarge is a model soldier: rough, tough, and perhaps a little over the top with the blood, guts and glory end of things. He takes his job seriously, though most might not be able to take HIM seriously for it and is always ready for a fight and always the first one to jump into the thick of it (or push Grif ahead of him to take the hit and then leap in). He is a career soldier to the core and heavily strict and authoritarian. He doesn’t accept failure lightly, in fact he often harps at Grif for failing to supply the team with extra ammunition. This is his key quality, discipline, something not very common among those of Blue Team and Red Team. He’s often strives to turn his team into the perfect soldiers, lean mean and ready to kill. Instead all he manages to get is a lazy lump of lard, a brown-nosing second, a flamboyant rookie and the only descent soldier is a robot who speaks Spanish. Still, he runs a strict setup, or at least tries to.
This man’s violent streak is another interesting commodity. There are probably Freelancers that would looks at Sarge as a maniac. He possesses an eccentric need for it at all times and is often ready to dish out some pain on his own team if he can’t manage to find an enemy to deal with instead. Some might even call him a bloodthirsty sociopath as just about every line out of his mouth involves the maiming or murder of someone, whether they are friend or foe and he is just as likely to kill a blue as he is to kill Grif, in fact he’s more likely to kill Grif then a blue.
Strengths:
One of the most peculiar traits about Sarge is his ability to piece together and fix technology. The only one who is better at it then he is, is his own creation, Lopez. Of course he isn’t MacGyver, so he can’t just make something out of a rubber ducky, a paper clip and an elastic band, but he is very good at jury rigging.
Another great quality is Sarge’s enthusiasm with his work, more than able and even more willing to leap headlong into danger. One will never need to try very hard to get him to join in a fight, especially if it involves beating on a blue…or Grif.
Weaknesses:
How Sarge became an officer is certainly the question; perhaps it was through tours of service, great valour in combat, or just sheer dumb luck because tactical brilliance is not the likely scenario. Sarge is well known for his elaborate schemes and plans that involve the same things all around. Brute force assaults, heavy casualties on his side, and the potential to for Grif being one of them.
Though his enthusiasm is a commendable quality, but it is also his most damning as well. Since he’s always raring to charge into the thick of it, he never looks before he leaps. His brash actions will often leave him and his team into rather preposterous situations.
Due to some previous experience with air drops, he has developed a mild fear of heights.
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THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family: N/A
History:
Sarge was a career soldier, joining at 17 by lying about his age. At the end of boot camp, his enthusiasm and gung-ho attitude had him at the top of his class. He served many tours of duty and could quite possibly say he’s done it all. By the time he reached the rank of Staff Sergeant, he was contacted about a secret project that was looking for candidates, he was the one chosen.
He thought it was a great honour and like all things, he jumped at it willingly, donning his iconic red armour and taking command of Red Team. The tale he was given was that the insidious blues were to be eliminated at all costs and that he had to hold his ground and not give an inch. Sarge did just that. For years Sarge led his team against the blues on many glorious raids (glorious in his mind, a bit eccentric in others), most ending in failure. It all ended the day it was revealed to him that he was just a military reject along with the rest of Red Team and Blue Team, meant to help train the Freelancers in order to make them lethal killing machines. It was a great blow to Sarge’s ego, and the fact that his service in the past meant nothing left him distraught.
It wasn’t long, however, before Sarge got his gung-ho attitude back and he, along with Red Team and Blue Team, busted out of BWC. He’s been on the run since, but he doesn’t make it easy on himself, unable to keep a low profile. Still, he turned his trackers off like everyone else and he’s managed to evade capture or death from those looking to collect on the bounty.
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IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Extra:
Speech: You’ve just been Sarge’d!
Weaponry: Shotgun, Pistol
Suit: The standard Spartan armour, like the rest of Red team with a bright crimson colour.
Theme Song: Sarge’s Blues
Transportation: Before leaving BWC, Sarge made off with the Red Team chupa-thingy as his escape (probably not his best decision) and disabled the tracker on it.
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WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME
-Sarge looked back and forth between the sidewalks, looking at all the people looking at him strangely. What was wrong, hadn’t they ever seen a man adorned head to toe in crimson armour driving an olive drab military jeep down the main street of a small town before. He felt a bit offended as he pulled in front of a small hardware store and hopped out, taking one last glance around the street before heading in.[/blockquote][/size]
He stepped up to the counter and leaned against it, looking at the clerk expectantly, not realizing the man couldn’t see his face behind the polarized visor. The man looked up from his books rather suspiciously and clearing his throat slightly. Another awkward moment of silence passed between them.
“Can I help you?” The clerk asked.
“Here to pick up an order under the name Sarge!” Sarge leaned closer, “Did it come in yet?”
“Last name?” The man looked at him, his brow furrowing.
“Uh? Ent?”
The man just scowled, “Mister Sarge…Ent?”-
