Eaite 'Vernomee's Bio

Name: Eaite 'Vernomee

Age: 46

Race Sangheli

Gender: Male

Height: 2.5 meters

Appearance:
Helmet: Ultra (Halo: Reach)
Body: Ultra (Halo: Reach)
Shoulders: Ultra (Halo: Reach)



Personality: Independent, tactical, ruthless.

Level/Rank: Elite Ultra

Background: Eaite 'Vernomee was born on Sanghelios and raised by his uncle, Karv 'Mornomai. Even during his training, Eaite was always one step ahead of his enemy. As soon as he became an adult he joined the Covenant Military, where his skills caused him to quickly climb the ranks. He has won countless battles, against humans and Covenant dissent. He is an formidible warrior, killing many Heretics, Marines, SPARTAN-IIIs, and even one SPARTAN-II.

Notable Battles: - Battle of Harvest
- Battle of Pegasi Delta
- Battle of Reach
- Battle of Solrapt
- 17th Unggoy Disobedience
- 9th Kig-Yar Raid

RP Sample:

Eaite looked out at the approching human force. There was at least a hundred soldiers, a couple dozen light vehicals, and a handfull of tanks. He also saw several Demons amongst their ranks. Nothing he could not handle. Eaite activated his active camo, directing his assault squadron to do so.
"Team One, move into position along the eastern ridge. Team Two, go west. Blades, with me," he whispered. "On my mark. Three. Two. One. Fire." At that moment, all hell broke loose. Bright flashes of green and blue lit up the twilight as fuel rods and plasma launcher blast sped straight towards the human vehicals from both sides of the canyon. The already stunned marines were even more shocked when two dozen elites suddenly appeared right in front of them, energy swords glowing. The elites hit the human force like a train, smashing through their ranks. Eaite lashed out and impaled a marine, turning and blasting the head off another with the plasma rifle in his other hand. He drew the sword straight up out of the marine and used the momentum of his swing to bring it back down on another. Then he felt something slam into his back and turned to see his own helmet, reflected in a gold visor. Eaite roared with fury, and atempted to stab the Demon, but it dodged to the side and kicked his hand, knocking his sword away.
"You dare? I will tear you apart, you insolent HERETIC!" Eaite thunderd, and swung his plasma rifle like a club. He hit the Spartan in the face, shatering it's visor and throwing it to the ground. Eaite stomped on the back of it's leg, crushing it's knee. The Spartan saw a marksman rifle lying in the dirt and tried to grab it, but Eaite kicked it away and grabbed the Spartan's head, lifting it off the ground. She looked through her shatterd visor at him, shear panic written across her features. She tried to struggle, but Eaite activated his gauntlet's energy dagger and stabbed the Spartan in the stomache. She grabbed at his arm, but he twisted the blade and carved it up through the Demon's abdomen. He tossed the corpse away as if it were trash. Eaite saw another Demon nearby, trying to rally some of the few remaining marines, but a Ranger dropped out of the sky right on top of it, stabbing it in the head with his dagger. The marines ran, but Eaite picked up his plasma rifle and gunned them down.
"Cowards. They have no right to live," he said. Eaite walked over to the Ranger, his second in command. "Contact the Zealot. Tell him we have elimanated the enemy, and that the Scarab can approach the human stronghold unopposed."
"Yes, brother," the Ranger said, then wanderd off whilst talking on his helmet comm. Eaite looked around, and blasted the head off a still-moving human, satisfied.


That's Eaite, one mean SOAB. Oh, and those were SPARTAN-IIIs, not SPARTAN-IIs. They are significantly weaker. Just so no one has a spaz over how an elite manged to kill a spartan. Regardless, here's hoping you like it. Cheers.

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