Post by Creed Valentine on Jan 17, 2014 0:47:24 GMT
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Characters Name: Creed Valentine
Alias: None
Race: Human
Personality: He can be out going however his past haunts him so he can be difficult at times to get along with. He always puts himself, out there to try to save the weak. He can be very stubborn. He is also very strong willed.
Face Claim: Keanu Reeves
Class: Rouge
Weapons:
MK 14 Marksmen Rifle, It has an acog site, and a tripod attachment.
Vector with a silencer attachment.
Two P90 pistols
A set of Tac Knifes
Life Story: Creed quickly grew up due to the fact that his mother died at a young age. He was a military brat for a General in the marines. Even being a brat he was put in self defense classes at a young age. He quickly went from basic defensive karate to more dedicated fighting styles. At a young age he became a national champ in Mauy Thai and Kick Boxing. Even with his record on the mat he still continued with his school work. The little time he did have with his father they went on camping trips. These were more of a survival trip. His father would show him basic survival tips. Considering hes had his military career set for him since he was born. He went to a military boarding school since his father was constantly gone. He graduated, and quickly went to the military, he continued schooling so he could get his basic degrees to hopefully achieve a rank close to his fathers one day. Even with school he still severed in many military operations away from home. The survival training his father gave him helped, he was still clueless until he got into the military. His tours of duty were hard, and he ran across many situations where he was not the chosen victor. The day the earth was hit by the alien races was hard on him. Even after the military basically crashed, and the world went into complete chaos he still stood strong. It wasn't until he found out what they actually meant to the world today. His father had been captured by the pathetic alien scum, and they would not let him organize a rescue party for him. The last words he heard from his father was a warning video they received. It was of his father, and it was a death video. From that day creed took his weapons and moved out of the city. He would rather be on his own then with a bunch of cowards.
RP Sample:
*Creed glared through the acog scope on his trusty MK14 rifle. A smirk slowly slid across his lips as he couldn't believe that all the hunting had paid off. He had finally found the one that was responsible for his fathers death. The wind picked up his hair was slowly being tossed from side to side from the light breeze. He looked up over his scope for just a moment. He tested the air for judgement on the shot.*
*Creed quickly glanced through the scope his target had moved not to far but enough he had to realign his shot. As he brought the scope over to his target his smirk came back. The wind tested and his shot aligned this was the best moment on earth to him. His entire training was about to pay off. His right hand gripped the handle of his gun, his index finger gripped a hold of the trigger tightly. His right arm pulled the stock into his shoulder. "You will die you stupid mother fucker." These words ran through his mind slowly.*
*He took in a deep breath as he held it for just a second. His shot aliened perfectly for a head shot. His finger now gripping a hold tighter of that trigger. This was the most important shot of his life. Right as soon as his finger applied enough pressure to the trigger you see a flash at the end of the muzzle. It felt as if everything was in slow motion to him. He watched the bullet exit the barrel. The sharp metal projectile was now cutting the air between him and his target.*
*The projectile was now only yards away from the target as time slowly started to speed back up to creed. His smirk widened as the bullet hit the back of the mans head. Creed closed his eyes celebrating about the shot he just pulled off. The target's body fell forward as blood splattered all over the men around the target. They quickly looked around for the one who took the shot. How ever they only had a general direction as to where the blast from the gun came from.*
*Creed got up crouching as he quickly moved over twenty yards over to his right staying hidden. He barely peaked up over his surroundings through his acog. As he peered through the scope he seen the blood covered men in panic running around. Half trying to get in a position to take out creed. luckily he found them on a raid run so there were only about five of them not including the one he just took out. He pulled the trigger twice. He peered over his scope for just a second noticing he took out the two to the left of the group.*
*Everything was fast pace again he wished it was still all slow motion. He crouched back down behind the cover he had as he rushed back to his original shooting position. He brought his gun back up peering through the scope again, he pulled his trigger two more times killing the two to the right. Only one left Creed noticed the man go into extreme cover to get away from the shots that were being fired.*
*Creed dropped his rife, and jumped out of the cover he had sliding down the hill side. he reached the edge of the building they were raiding the scum ran inside the building. He placed his back against the wall he knew the building the man was in pretty well. He reached down to his thighs as he gripped the handles of his pistols. He brought them up to his shoulders as he waited to hear a noise from the inside.*
*He heard the rustling in the kitchen of the building. Creed rushed into the building. He seen the man standing there frozen in fear. Creed quickly rushed in ignoring the fact that the man was giving up. Holding both pistols out right, he started to rapidly pull the triggers blasting shots into the mans chest, and head.*
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Characters Name: Creed Valentine
Alias: None
Race: Human
Personality: He can be out going however his past haunts him so he can be difficult at times to get along with. He always puts himself, out there to try to save the weak. He can be very stubborn. He is also very strong willed.
Face Claim: Keanu Reeves
Class: Rouge
Weapons:
MK 14 Marksmen Rifle, It has an acog site, and a tripod attachment.
Vector with a silencer attachment.
Two P90 pistols
A set of Tac Knifes
Life Story: Creed quickly grew up due to the fact that his mother died at a young age. He was a military brat for a General in the marines. Even being a brat he was put in self defense classes at a young age. He quickly went from basic defensive karate to more dedicated fighting styles. At a young age he became a national champ in Mauy Thai and Kick Boxing. Even with his record on the mat he still continued with his school work. The little time he did have with his father they went on camping trips. These were more of a survival trip. His father would show him basic survival tips. Considering hes had his military career set for him since he was born. He went to a military boarding school since his father was constantly gone. He graduated, and quickly went to the military, he continued schooling so he could get his basic degrees to hopefully achieve a rank close to his fathers one day. Even with school he still severed in many military operations away from home. The survival training his father gave him helped, he was still clueless until he got into the military. His tours of duty were hard, and he ran across many situations where he was not the chosen victor. The day the earth was hit by the alien races was hard on him. Even after the military basically crashed, and the world went into complete chaos he still stood strong. It wasn't until he found out what they actually meant to the world today. His father had been captured by the pathetic alien scum, and they would not let him organize a rescue party for him. The last words he heard from his father was a warning video they received. It was of his father, and it was a death video. From that day creed took his weapons and moved out of the city. He would rather be on his own then with a bunch of cowards.
RP Sample:
*Creed glared through the acog scope on his trusty MK14 rifle. A smirk slowly slid across his lips as he couldn't believe that all the hunting had paid off. He had finally found the one that was responsible for his fathers death. The wind picked up his hair was slowly being tossed from side to side from the light breeze. He looked up over his scope for just a moment. He tested the air for judgement on the shot.*
*Creed quickly glanced through the scope his target had moved not to far but enough he had to realign his shot. As he brought the scope over to his target his smirk came back. The wind tested and his shot aligned this was the best moment on earth to him. His entire training was about to pay off. His right hand gripped the handle of his gun, his index finger gripped a hold of the trigger tightly. His right arm pulled the stock into his shoulder. "You will die you stupid mother fucker." These words ran through his mind slowly.*
*He took in a deep breath as he held it for just a second. His shot aliened perfectly for a head shot. His finger now gripping a hold tighter of that trigger. This was the most important shot of his life. Right as soon as his finger applied enough pressure to the trigger you see a flash at the end of the muzzle. It felt as if everything was in slow motion to him. He watched the bullet exit the barrel. The sharp metal projectile was now cutting the air between him and his target.*
*The projectile was now only yards away from the target as time slowly started to speed back up to creed. His smirk widened as the bullet hit the back of the mans head. Creed closed his eyes celebrating about the shot he just pulled off. The target's body fell forward as blood splattered all over the men around the target. They quickly looked around for the one who took the shot. How ever they only had a general direction as to where the blast from the gun came from.*
*Creed got up crouching as he quickly moved over twenty yards over to his right staying hidden. He barely peaked up over his surroundings through his acog. As he peered through the scope he seen the blood covered men in panic running around. Half trying to get in a position to take out creed. luckily he found them on a raid run so there were only about five of them not including the one he just took out. He pulled the trigger twice. He peered over his scope for just a second noticing he took out the two to the left of the group.*
*Everything was fast pace again he wished it was still all slow motion. He crouched back down behind the cover he had as he rushed back to his original shooting position. He brought his gun back up peering through the scope again, he pulled his trigger two more times killing the two to the right. Only one left Creed noticed the man go into extreme cover to get away from the shots that were being fired.*
*Creed dropped his rife, and jumped out of the cover he had sliding down the hill side. he reached the edge of the building they were raiding the scum ran inside the building. He placed his back against the wall he knew the building the man was in pretty well. He reached down to his thighs as he gripped the handles of his pistols. He brought them up to his shoulders as he waited to hear a noise from the inside.*
*He heard the rustling in the kitchen of the building. Creed rushed into the building. He seen the man standing there frozen in fear. Creed quickly rushed in ignoring the fact that the man was giving up. Holding both pistols out right, he started to rapidly pull the triggers blasting shots into the mans chest, and head.*
