Post by davidhranica on Jan 30, 2011 7:34:01 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Ian
How many years roleplaying?: 9
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Play-By: Channing Tatum
Character Name: David Michael Hranica
Age: Twenty-Six
Hometown: Euless, Texas, USA
Current Location: Texas
Bio: David grew up in the small town of Euless-Trinity, Texas. Where High School Football reigned king over the town. Being born into a middle class family, he was never a privileged child. He had to work to earn what he wanted, he had to prove to his parents he was not a spoiled brat.
Going to high school in that small town meant he had to play some sport, to keep from going insane by just doing school work. So he joined the football team. His Freshmen year he was injured with a broken leg. Sophomore year he tried baseball, which was a bit more of his taste. It seemed to be a bit more practical for him. So baseball was the sport for him, but it seemed though he loved the sport and the fact that he was good at it, he wanted something more from life than just playing baseball. One day he came home, with enlistment papers. He learned about all of the possibilities in the US Army.
After high school, he went straight to basic Training, he felt at home. He soon bonded with the men in his unit. Of coarse Job Training came after basic, and he wanted to be the best of the best.
It took him a little over two months to complete Ranger School. Afterwards, he had a large sense of pride in himself.
He then served two tours in the mountains of Afghanistan.
But there was no telling, what was ahead of him when he was sent home with his unit for a life changing catastrophe. .
Likes:
- Sleeping
- High Pressure Situations
- Loud Noises
- Exercising
Dislikes:
- Sugary Foods
- Waiting
- Not Knowing
- Procrastination
Strengths:
- Hand-To-Hand Fighting
- Marksmanship[p
- Long Distance Running
- Navigation
Weaknesses:
- Brunettes
- Right Knee( Physical Weakness)
- Left Elbow(Physical Weakness)
- Silent Enemies
Anything Else? Carries an H&K .416 Rifle ( Only one magazine left), and an M9 Beretta ( half a magazine left), along with a Combat Knife and a small medical kit. Also wears a camelbak 100 oz hydration pack
Roleplay Sample: Of coarse, he now allowed O'Niell to do all the talking.
When the Artillery came down, followed by the F-16s it was absolutely beautiful. It seemed to bring a tear to his eye as he stood up throwing the Canvas blanket off his back. Of coarse, these things had no ranged weapons. So they where okay. He only hear three other 240's firing. Looking to his left he would yell into his radio, " Benson, Fire your fucking weapon!" He would yell. But little did he know, Benson had gotten knocked away from his weapon in the initial concussion of the Bombs. " Benson is down, Out Cold." Striker sighed," Someone open up on that 240, NOW!" Just after he yelled, that beautiful Machine gun came to life. Ripping through the infected like a hot knife through butter.
Of coarse your view from the house, where a bunch of crouched figures, a few machine gun muzzle flashes and explosions. Of coarse, it was a beautiful sight. Reaching for the Radio O'Niell was using to contact the Survivors he spoke," Stay inside, our shooters will take care of any of the infected that get around us and come towards the house." And like he said, was true.
Three infected scurried across the road towards the house, burnt to a crisp, limping, some with holes in them. They where probably flung over the soldiers in the initial artillery. Just as they reached the house side of the road, single rounds tore through their craniums with ease. No way to tell where those shots came from.
Raising his Suppressed .416 to his shoulder he fired off a few rounds, aiming for the upper torso, and head. He caught a few in the cranium, " Grenades!" He yelled. Two Soldiers quickly stopped firing to remove a fragmentation grenade from their vest, along with Striker. He removed the pin and released the spoon counting in his head before hurling the grenade. It exploded just as it hit the ground, sending a few infected to the ground with missing limbs.
Just as he was about to continue firing his weapon his radio crackled," Striker, coming up on your six. Where do you want us?" The radio beeped to let him know their transmission was over. Turning around he saw the two STRYKER fighting Vehicles rolling up behind them. He ran up and signaled to the Commander up top while speaking," Go down to the left. There is a man down over there, just knocked out from the initial Concussion of the Artillery. Send your other STRYKER Straight up the middle we need ya'll to help hold the line." Catching a confirmation, the vehicles began to move out.
The STRYKER that moved to the left soon opened its back hatch to allow two medics and the troops inside to deploy. They began to assess Private Benson, while the second STRYKER Charged up the middle. It took a few seconds to realize it, but the Infected where starting to move around their ranks in an attempt to flank," Scott's! You and your shooters take down the infected attempting to flank, we can't hold if they are coming up our asses." Scott's soon replied," Roger that." Before the infected rushing around the ends of their ranks began to drop with ease.
Jericho looked around to assess the situation. Moving up to O'Niell he patted him on the shoulder and leaned into his free ear," Keep the Artillery coming. Have those F16's do Strafing runs on these mother fuckers!" He yelled over the gunfire before kneeling down to take a few shots of his own. A few craniums exploded from his shots.
Speaking into his radio again he grabbed the attention of the STRYKER Commander,"Give me some Illumination, and also Give us some Floodlights down range, and open up with that Mark 19!" He got confirmation, and before long the sound of the Mounted Grenade launcher was heard as the STRYKER Sent a small volley of grenades down range. Explosion after Explosion. The lights now shining down range at the infected. Of coarse, the infected now couldn't see what they where trying to attack due to the light shining in their faces. Soon after that a single Flare shot up in the sky. It soon popped about 80 feet up and a parachute deployed holding the illumination flare up. The ground lit up. The soldiers included.
You could obviously see the crouching men in the field now due to the illumination. " Loading!" Yelled the 240 Gunner to his left. He quickly stood up to begin to reload, while two soldiers placed fire down to make up for the gunner. The line of infected began to pile up about 10-15 yards to the 12 o'clock of the line of soldiers. It was a beautiful sight..
