Revival: Kill-Team (sign-up)
 

*ahem* Calling to everyone who's plated MGS, Splinter Cell, SOCOM, or anything of the sort. This RP is of that nature.

A small crack team, sneaking in, removing bodies as they go and leaving undetected...How sweet is THAT!?

All of our "missions" will have a brief moment of us getting there, then we go crazy when inside. Well, not CRAZY crazy, just freestyle. Without the excessive explosions (You trigger happy punks.) Odds are we're going to be a mercenary group, but that might be subject to change.

Within the backgrounds, I'm looked for varied backgrounds. Let's face it, we've all seen RPs where everyone is a carbon copy of the next guy. Individuality is what we want, and unique traits that may come into play.

Sign-up is as follows.

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender: (yes, I would like some girls, if only to see what it's like)
Appearance:
Gear: (Your equipment)
Firearms: (guns)
Explosives: (grenades, charges, plastiques, portable geo-thermal reactor)
Other weapons, and things that hurt: (knives, bats, crowbars, dead iguanas)
Attributes: (things you're good at)
Weaknesses: (I don't expect you to trade an arm and a leg for attributes. Just put in little flaws. Doesn't have to be anything big)
Temperament: (psychology, attitude, personality, etc.)
Bio:
Quote:
Extra:

Yes, it's a lengthy sign up. However, I feel it helps to REALLY iron out who you are.

Hopin' for a good-size influx, sign-up, and get your darker more tactical brain wheels goin'. You're gonna' need 'em.

Name: Gabriel Bishop
Nickname: Fallen Angel
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'7, 172, Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, Caucasian ...
Gear: Monofilament Audio/Visual tech set, Remote 'sticky' cameras, Palm Computer, Thermal goggles, Anti Personell Sensor
Firearms: USP w Suppressor, AKS-74U w Suppressor, PSG-1 with Silencer
Explosives: C4 w Remote Trigger, C4 w Laser Tripwire
Other weapons, and things that hurt: Throwing knives, ankle pistol
Attributes: Infiltration, Assassination
Weaknesses: Suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and, as a result, has to take medication for his stomach ulcers. Has violent flashbacks occasionally, but takes medication in the field to suppress them.
Temperament: As cold as a killer has to be, he never reveals his human qualities to anyone. Not having a lot of friends, and no family, this isn't really a problem. The only person he still has contact with from his childhood since before he became an assassin is a young girl who owns a record store in his hometown.
Bio: Though the Canadian Goverment denies all truth, there is a special section of all standardized tests in Canada that collects information on certain proifiles. Whatever profile Gabreil fit into when he was a child is negligible. The head of CSO 5 believes him to be a natural born killer. Gabe has never proved him wrong. It is standard protocol that no one over the age of 10 recieves any special training from CSO. However, he was different. The head thought that his profile was too good to pass up because Gabriel was 11. Posing as a special private school that was intersted in him, his parents were extatic. Education from a prestigous private school for no cost was too good to pas up. So The Bishop's sent their only son away. They were to never see him again. They both died of cancer related illnesses when he was 23. Taking leave and going home to bury his parents, Gabe changed a little. He started questioning life, death and his purpose as an assassin for his government. 2 years later he went rogue.
Quote: "..."
Extra: Really, the only people who suffer from nightmares due to the things they've done in the past, are those who deep down inside regret it. Gabe is one of those people, but it's all he knows how to do.

Woo, Canadian assasin! You're so TOTALLY in.


Now meeeee....

Name: Rory Bartholemew the III.
Nickname: Shade
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: When not on missions, he normally wears suits. Comfy ones mind you, and usually not all high level ones either. Dark brown buzz-cut. When on missions, there's his flak vest, combat boots, knives on their sheaths, his watch (of course) and he uses night-vision goggles that are thin and small enough that they don't weigh excess ammounts. Guns are in holsters on thighs. His knife dangles behind his left thigh.
Gear: Combat boots, flak vest, gloves, his night-vision (thermo) goggles, extra ammunition. Underneath the vest is a camo fatigue set. He normally carries a pack that has a bed-roll, food, and a GPS. A pair of holsters.
Firearms: A pair of Glock 17s with the laser sights put on under the barrels, making them look like SOCOMs. Silencer added after that. These are held on thigh holsters. Sometimes he takes some form of automatic weapon.
Explosives: Smoke grenades, basic boom grenades, and some charges. Sometimes he also takes sleeping gas.
Other weapons, and things that hurt: He has a long, curved knife. His watch incoperates a garrote. He also has some throwing knives. Ooh, and a butterfly knife.
Attributes: Very good at unarmed combat, stealth, and decent accuracy. Knows how to avoid trippin' alarms. Ain't half-ass in any category, and makes a pretty good infiltrator because of his former career.
Weaknesses: He sometimes forgets he's not a hitman anymore, and he's not lone wolfin'. Ain't the strongest on the team, and he sometimes forgets about team mates. Also, this approach thing is a bit odd for him as well.
Temperament: Very bright and cheerful actually. Not at all what you would expect from a trained killer. Sarcastic at times, but when he comes down on himself, HE COMES DOWN ON HIMSELF. Forgets small details.
Bio: Rory blah blah blah is what society frowns on as a dissapointment. He was raised from a baby by his parents, who were filthelly rich. The thing was, they controlled every aspect of his life. Always on special diets, always having to practice music and such. His days were monotonous and planned, and any book that wasn't information was forbidden. Movies were not allowed. He was allowed to do nothing that children were supposed to do to grow into their own person.

One day they found he had a stash of fantasy books hidden, and took them and fed them into a fire saying, "We can't afford for you to have your head up in a dream world. You must stay down to earth, thinking clearly and conscisely, not letting your mind be influenced by dreams." They treated the word like it was poison. That WAS the final straw. Because of everything they'd forced on him, outsmarting them and running away wasn't hard, and they'd left him a nice plump cash cushion in his account.

He used the money to learn about guns, to take martial arts, and to go to university. He got degrees in computer science, and mythology. After that, he couldn't find a job, until one day someone payed him money for him to sabotage an enemy's meal, and make them sick. He took it a step farther and was payed graciously for it. Since then he's become a hitman, and a VERY successful one. At his own little equipment storage/house he keeps a wall covered with guns he might need.

Following a recent set of jobs with a set of other hitmen, Shade decided to call it quits. One too many close calls had come up, and based upon their nature, none of his team-mates had been around to save his ass. Thus, this team was a perfect choice. While it isn't a seamless blend from his old hitman life-style, he's handeling it quite well.

Quote: "Before, I killed all alone, aiming for one person. Now, I'm trying to keep them from trying to kill one person."
Extra: Shade is the guy that secures jobs, gives updates, gets equipment, reassures employers. Incidentally, he's also the guy that keeps everyone else from mass-murder, from killing the employer, or anything of the sort. He also makes the coffee for the group after.

I'm thinking up a guy as we speak, so expect him to come later.

Well, he wouldn't have to if he wasn't so keen on killing all of the interns ...

Will we need a hacker guy, or an informant (Octagon can be an example for both of those)? Or can I be some one like Octagon?

I'll stick t0 my murdering doctor guy. Now just let me find him...

Well, I was going to use an NPC named Hack to fufill that role.

But....just realize you might not always be of the most use to us.


EDIT- That was to IHMN.

Dante, you better bring him back. *shakes fist threateningly*

Back by popular demand... the murdering doctor Brad!

Name: Brad Wong

Nickname: Doc, China Bear, Number Two-Thirds (He lost the top of his middle finger when he was holding his weapon's suppressor to steady it. So now he flips people the bird to let them know they're Number Two-Thirds with him)

Age: 33

Gender: Male.

Appearance: A large Asian man, 198cm tall, weighing 85kg, most of it muscle. He wears glasses and ties his hair in a short ponytail behind him. Looks something like a muscular geek rather than a trained soldier. His arms are scarred by numerous needle marks, from his daily infusion practice with the medics under him, and he moves with a grace unbecoming of his size.

Gear: Body armor, elbow and knee pads, helmet, tactical light, medical kit (including three infusion kits and some emergency surgery equipment), atropine syrettes (for nerve agent poisoning), morphine syrettes (for recreation and pain relief).

Firearms: SAR-21 assault rifle with underslung M203 grenade launcher - weighs a ton, but very stable. Carries an FN Five-SeveN pistol on a hip holster. He cross-trained a lot in his early days and can use almost any weapon reasonably well. For urban warfare, there's always the silenced MP5K and Glock.

Explosives: Doesn't really use explosives, although he's demolitions-trained. He uses instant-burst flechette rounds for his M203 (he calls it "the shotgun from hell"). He also uses white-phosphorous and fragmentation rounds, but not as much as the flechettes. He also carries a Claymore for booby-traps. ("Something to remember me by!")

Other weapons, and things that hurt: He carries around scalpels and a combat knife, the better to perform emergency heart surgery on the enemy with. He carries a length of paracord to garrote sentries. His combat knife has a 5-shot revolver inside it, for nasty surprises. For those occasions when some tact may be needed, he carries a sap with him.

Attributes: He's a trained special forces medical doctor, so obviously he's good at healing and hurting people. He can administer IVs in the dark, though unlit night surgery is somewhat beyond him. When it comes to shooting, he doesn't do well at long range, but he can hit a 3 by 5 inch card within 10 metres of him, whether he's drunk, tired, caught in the rain or hanging upside down from a ceiling. His accuracy isn't perfect, but he is an excellent combat shooter. He is also qualified to handle chemical and biological weapons; he knows what they can do and how to protect against them. Like most SEALs he can dive, throw himself out of a perfectly good aircraft, and outdrink a platoon of Army boys.

Weaknesses: In certain ways, he is a perfectionist. Though he doesn't mind people goofing off, heaven help those who screw up their job while doing it. In addition, he is a shop-a-holic - on overseas exercises his team often reserves an extra crate "for the Doc's stuff".

Temperament: Brad is gruff to outsiders but he reveals his jovial, friendly side to his comrades. Being that he usually has to stare death in the face, he adopts a wise-cracking, devil-may-care attitude to life, and he is utterly intolerant of people who don't know anything about his work trying to tell him what to do, as well as stupidity. He is highly dedicated to whatever he does, and once he starts doing something, attempts to talk to him usually meet with silence or "Shut the fuck up, I'm busy."

Bio: Brad was born in the US and migrated to Singapore, and he started out as any other Singaporean kid, driven to study, eventually managing to get into medical school. However, he didn't disrupt his conscription term, choosing instead to go with his posting into the Commandos after his BMT. It was there that he learned the value of teamwork and good buddies. After he finished his conscription term of 2 1/2 years, he got his M.D. in the US and decided to join the Navy SEALs (he had a dual citizenship and he chose the US side). He managed to get into SEAL Team 6, where he met up with the other members of this thread. As a captain, he is usually found at the base medical center cursing his men to greater heights of proficiency. Otherwise, he's at bases throughout the country greasing the skids, trying to make sure that there's an efficient medical system ready for use by whatever team he's a part of.

Quote: *Muffled thud of something hitting the floor*"The doctor... is in."

Extra: Feel free to change the details if you need. He speaks fluent English, Chinese, Russian and Arabic, as well as passable French, German and Spanish.

Since I dislike guns in an RP with normal people, I will be the hacker/informat guy.