Post by Mason on Feb 27, 2014 23:02:26 GMT -8
Your Name: SeizedChief/Shawn
Character's name: Townly, Mason, Will
Character's nickname: The Ghost, Ghost
Ace Archtype: (If a witch, if possible)
Gender: Male
Orientation:
Straight as the pole your mother dances on. (Sorry, I had to.)
Age:
19
Date Of Birth: 20-10-1925
Familiar: Wolf
Affiliation: Branch: Liberion Marines. Unit/Combat Wing: 601st JFW/Magi
Rank: Sergeant Major/Master Gunnery Sergeant/Master Sergeant (All the same rank, just different names. No idea why, weird ass Marines...)
Striker Model: Grumman F6F Hellcat
Weapons: M1919 Browning Machine Gun, M1911 Pistol. M1919 is altered to have one of those MG42 drum mags.
Family, ethnicity: No siblings or family he knows of, except his dad. But they never chat. Frank Townly. Romagna heritage mostly, a bit of Britanian too.
Diction, accent, etc: American accent, er Liberion?
Appearance: He wears black Military combat boots when not in his striker. He either wears black cargo pants or blue jeans. His shirt is a plain black, white, or grey shirt, and if he wants to wear a jacket he wears a biker type leather jacket. Either black or brown. Always had a holster on for his colt, and belt with enough ammo pouches to last him a fare bit longer then most others in a fight. He is quite pale, earning him his nickname. His face is permanent scowl, but when he smiles you can tell he means it. Straight teeth... Not shiny white, but clean for a Marine. A large collection of scars adorn his face from getting shot down when he was younger. (Landing face first most likely...) He looks older the he is, easily looking 25 or so. His hair is buzz cut dark brown, while his eyes are also dark brown and seem to stare through you. Oh, and he's about 6ft.
History: We start our story on a small farm somewhere in the Midwest... He lived with his dad on the farm all his life, getting pretty nice home teaching from his dad too. But he was bored of the farm, and his father, who he saw as an imbecile. He wanted him to stay on the farm all his life, and do nothing. Mason wanted a life, an adventure. So when he heard of war in Europe he flipped his dad off and walked away. Eventually he made it to NYC, snuck on a cargo ship, and made his way to Britania. Once there he snuck his brilliant ass into a not so guarded airbase, hopped in a Spitfire, and crashed the thing like an idiot. The guy didn't even get off the ground! The Brits found him passed out, and brought him to an infirmary. He got up, walked out, and tried getting in another Spitfire. This time he was caught beforehand by a Britanian Witch. He knew who the witches were, and this commander seemed pissed. So he did what very man in that situation would do, run like a little bitch. He ran off, away from the base, but close enough to be an asshole and sit there for a week living in the forest and stealing food.
As weeks went on he started to discover another part of himself. If he concentrated hard enough he could make fire in his hands. He decided to go to that commander, and question her about this, as he had never heard of the Magi. She talked with him, then told him to piss off because he was an annoying little shit. Before telling him to piss off, she contacted command, and she got him set up with something to train him... In Liberion. He was flown back then trained in California, destroying most of his base's planes the first week, and having a Witch train him for Magic. Eventually he could fly a normal plane as well as a striker, and he got damn good at it. After the Neurio attack on Pearl Harbor he was stationed in the Pacific fleet on the USS Yorktown. His first real battle was Midway. At that time he was using a F4F Wildcat striker, and with it helped take down many enemies. Also becoming an Ace in this first battle. After sometime and a lot of service later he is now being transferred to the 601st. His first station on land.
Marital Status: Single.
Relationships: Not really in contact with anyone.
Religion: Atheist.
Personality: He has a very crude sense of humor, and might sound like an ass if he's making a joke. Though he is quite friendly and nice when you get to know him. He has a deep sense of justice, of whats right and wrong. He'll go against orders if they are against his own code. Though if they don't interfere he is and obedient soldier. He's loud and obnoxious during combat, and will normally be quite calm outside of it. He's never afraid of voicing his own opinion, inside or outside of battle. He honestly doesn't give much of a fuck about things really. If anyone in a squad are being childish, he'll probably just walk away instead of letting himself lose brain cells by staying in their presence. Mason believes he's born Grunt, he won't take any promotions past what he has now.
Fears: Drowning, dying, a comrade dying.
Character flaws: After knowing people for a while he'll become over attached to friends and comrades and it will interfere with him later.
Character strengths: Though he's a "Born Grunt" he's a decent leader. If your plan has a flaw, he'll be the one to see it and point it out to you. If you do nothing about it, he'll call you an idiot.
Taste in books, music, etc.: The only book he really likes is The Art of War. He likes Dean Martin,and Frank Sinatra.
Food preferences: PIZZA AND COKE AND COFFEE.
Talents: Now that he doesn't suck at it... Flying an actual plane.
Interesting Facts: I'm basing this off a character from another RP.
Magic Ability: FIRE, IT BURNS!
Pictures:
Obviously no camo face paint.
Character's name: Townly, Mason, Will
Character's nickname: The Ghost, Ghost
Ace Archtype: (If a witch, if possible)
Gender: Male
Orientation:
Straight as the pole your mother dances on. (Sorry, I had to.)
Age:
19
Date Of Birth: 20-10-1925
Familiar: Wolf
Affiliation: Branch: Liberion Marines. Unit/Combat Wing: 601st JFW/Magi
Rank: Sergeant Major/Master Gunnery Sergeant/Master Sergeant (All the same rank, just different names. No idea why, weird ass Marines...)
Striker Model: Grumman F6F Hellcat
Weapons: M1919 Browning Machine Gun, M1911 Pistol. M1919 is altered to have one of those MG42 drum mags.
Family, ethnicity: No siblings or family he knows of, except his dad. But they never chat. Frank Townly. Romagna heritage mostly, a bit of Britanian too.
Diction, accent, etc: American accent, er Liberion?
Appearance: He wears black Military combat boots when not in his striker. He either wears black cargo pants or blue jeans. His shirt is a plain black, white, or grey shirt, and if he wants to wear a jacket he wears a biker type leather jacket. Either black or brown. Always had a holster on for his colt, and belt with enough ammo pouches to last him a fare bit longer then most others in a fight. He is quite pale, earning him his nickname. His face is permanent scowl, but when he smiles you can tell he means it. Straight teeth... Not shiny white, but clean for a Marine. A large collection of scars adorn his face from getting shot down when he was younger. (Landing face first most likely...) He looks older the he is, easily looking 25 or so. His hair is buzz cut dark brown, while his eyes are also dark brown and seem to stare through you. Oh, and he's about 6ft.
History: We start our story on a small farm somewhere in the Midwest... He lived with his dad on the farm all his life, getting pretty nice home teaching from his dad too. But he was bored of the farm, and his father, who he saw as an imbecile. He wanted him to stay on the farm all his life, and do nothing. Mason wanted a life, an adventure. So when he heard of war in Europe he flipped his dad off and walked away. Eventually he made it to NYC, snuck on a cargo ship, and made his way to Britania. Once there he snuck his brilliant ass into a not so guarded airbase, hopped in a Spitfire, and crashed the thing like an idiot. The guy didn't even get off the ground! The Brits found him passed out, and brought him to an infirmary. He got up, walked out, and tried getting in another Spitfire. This time he was caught beforehand by a Britanian Witch. He knew who the witches were, and this commander seemed pissed. So he did what very man in that situation would do, run like a little bitch. He ran off, away from the base, but close enough to be an asshole and sit there for a week living in the forest and stealing food.
As weeks went on he started to discover another part of himself. If he concentrated hard enough he could make fire in his hands. He decided to go to that commander, and question her about this, as he had never heard of the Magi. She talked with him, then told him to piss off because he was an annoying little shit. Before telling him to piss off, she contacted command, and she got him set up with something to train him... In Liberion. He was flown back then trained in California, destroying most of his base's planes the first week, and having a Witch train him for Magic. Eventually he could fly a normal plane as well as a striker, and he got damn good at it. After the Neurio attack on Pearl Harbor he was stationed in the Pacific fleet on the USS Yorktown. His first real battle was Midway. At that time he was using a F4F Wildcat striker, and with it helped take down many enemies. Also becoming an Ace in this first battle. After sometime and a lot of service later he is now being transferred to the 601st. His first station on land.
Marital Status: Single.
Relationships: Not really in contact with anyone.
Religion: Atheist.
Personality: He has a very crude sense of humor, and might sound like an ass if he's making a joke. Though he is quite friendly and nice when you get to know him. He has a deep sense of justice, of whats right and wrong. He'll go against orders if they are against his own code. Though if they don't interfere he is and obedient soldier. He's loud and obnoxious during combat, and will normally be quite calm outside of it. He's never afraid of voicing his own opinion, inside or outside of battle. He honestly doesn't give much of a fuck about things really. If anyone in a squad are being childish, he'll probably just walk away instead of letting himself lose brain cells by staying in their presence. Mason believes he's born Grunt, he won't take any promotions past what he has now.
Fears: Drowning, dying, a comrade dying.
Character flaws: After knowing people for a while he'll become over attached to friends and comrades and it will interfere with him later.
Character strengths: Though he's a "Born Grunt" he's a decent leader. If your plan has a flaw, he'll be the one to see it and point it out to you. If you do nothing about it, he'll call you an idiot.
Taste in books, music, etc.: The only book he really likes is The Art of War. He likes Dean Martin,and Frank Sinatra.
Food preferences: PIZZA AND COKE AND COFFEE.
Talents: Now that he doesn't suck at it... Flying an actual plane.
Interesting Facts: I'm basing this off a character from another RP.
Magic Ability: FIRE, IT BURNS!
Pictures:
Obviously no camo face paint.