Name: Jack
Service Tag: 114
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 7"
Appearance:
Helmet: ODST
Body: EVA
Shoulders: Recon (only available to Admins or Mods)
Personality: Is an outgoing person who loves action and will do anything to be able to throw a grenade at an enemy. Is on task and will complete the mission, but rises havoc, choas, and hell doing it. He also has a passion of saving his partners' life once in a while.
Level/Rank: UNSC Spartan Commanding Officer (Only available to Admins but not mods)
Background: Jack 114 was born on Earth and taken away, replaced by a hologram of himself. He was trained to be a Spartan and he's loved it ever since. He's compassionate about this job and believes that its an 'art'.
Skill Assessment
Sample Post: An explosion erupted from the ground and debris fell over. In the dust a silloughteted figure was growing bigger and bigger. The dust settled and there he stood, Spartan 114, Jack. He had an assault rifle in his hands pointing it in front of him. Bullets flew passed over him as he sprinted towards a wraith. The purple machine was too busy firing at another spartan. He lumped at it and hung on to the back, he grabbed his plasma grenade he was saving and smashed it into a small hole. He jumped off and yelled, "Grenade in wraith! Get to cover!" His voice was barely audible over the sound of explosions, screams and threats. The Wraith erupted into flames as the grenade blew to bits. The brutes that were controlling the Wraith flew about ten feet over head, and crashed down on s group of grunts.
All of a sudden he felt a sharp stinging pain in his back, he turned around and saw a brute aiming a Spiker at him. He leaped to his right and took cover under a rock as he pulled the spikes from his back. He grabbed a needler that was lying to his left and he waited for the right moment. The brute was still firing at the rock, probably hoping it would explode. The brute stopped for a moment to reload and now was his chance. He leaped away from the rock towards the brute at phenomenal speeds. He leaped, held down the trigger and kept firing at the Brute, pink mist filled the area, blinding the brute. Jack grabbed a spike grenade and tossed it at the brute, which stuck to it's forehead. The grenade sent spikes flying everywhere and one of the spikes pierced Jack's shoulder and he screamed in pain, the brute was dead and he was injured, no medic anywhere to be seen.
He fell to his knees and clenched his teeth as he got hold of the spike and yanked it out. Blood was oozing out of his suit. He grabbed one of the corpses of a marine near him, ripped off one of his pant legs and wrapped it around the wound. He then got up and trekked to the dead brute. He knelt down and grabbed the spiker th brute was wielding. He reloaded it and ran back into battle, doing his best to avoid the explosions and bullets and the 'angry gorillas' as he would call them whenever the brutes became angry. As he jumped over a small boulder he found himself on the ground. A brute was silhouetted against the sun, standing very tall over Jack. "Die demon." It croaked as it aimed its Spiker at Jack's head. Then the brute fell to the ground with a loud thump. And as he fell Jack could see that in the back were bullet holes. Jack looked for the source and found Spartan 227 (NPC) holding a pistol. "Thanks." Jack croaked. "I owe you." He added. "No need. It's all in a days work." Spartan 227 replied. "Alright gotta go take this banshee out." 227 added, "Bye Jack."
"Bye Cyndie." Jack waved and ran back towards the warthogs.