Ok guys you do know I am joking right!
And another thing: Halo was the biggest selling FPS of our time. I couldnt compare it to Area 51 because it was a really SHIT game which had some small effects that impressed at first but then became very bland as the level design gets bleaker and more static and less inspireing as the story progresses. Halo is da' bomb. i just rate GoldenEye 007 on the N64 highest and timeSplitters 2 & FP second highest in my books because i played them more on my N64 and Ps2. The game; Black was a piece of pre-set destructable crap that only got platnum because it was sold on the E3 trailer and the hype that led up tio its release. Best level is in a forest. In general; Halo is superior but I dont own an X-Box so sorry if i insulted anyone. Like the short rundown?
A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
Last edited by Jedireaper on Oct 3rd, 2007 at 11:16 PM
Gender: Female Location: Somewhere hidden in the shadows.
Holey moley... I didn't even realize this thread was approved. Haha sorry about that, Angel. Heres my Spartan's Bio. I'll be playing the same one I always do xD.
Name: Raevynn, Spartan-116
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Physical Description: Under armor (please log in to view the image)
Picture this less bulky and without the pink (please log in to view the image)
Background: Raevynn was abducted from her home on Earth at the early age of 6. She was taken to Reach, one of Earths most powerful military planets, to begin training immediately. Physically and mentally, the training was what some would consider inappropriate for children of such a young age. Although controversial, the training sculpted the young Spartans into super soldiers. As if that wasn't enough, at the age of 13 Raevynn and the other Spartans of her generation underwent biogenetic and technological surgery that would greatly enhance their already outstanding preformance. This combined with the addition of a Mark VI variant would officially complete her as a Spartan.
Primary Weapon: Varies depending on the situation
Secondary Weapon: M6D magnum
Special Skills: Sniper rifle and stealth
"Be the change you want to see in the world." -Mahatma Ghandi
"Violence may not be the answer. But it sure as hell gets a point across."-Spartan264
Gender: Male Location: Over there. Maybe there, too.
UNSC Naval Battle ships usually carry a wide variety of personnel, from simple engineers to even the Captain/Admiral himself. They usually assign 1-2 people to a station such as Weapons Stations, etc. I don't mind whatever position I am assigned, as long as I'm in the action.
(Thanks Raijin) Xbox Live-Frisky Marcus
Change my attempt, good intentions.
Should I? Could I?
Last edited by Rodgort on Oct 6th, 2007 at 04:44 PM
This intrigues me.
I'll let this profle thaw from my pathological freezer, until some more Spartans are allowed. =D
Name: Vincent Rotie' (ROW-TEA-AY) -Spartan 115-( Tell me if there aren't going to be anymore allowed, I'll make another one. I'm willing to wait, though.)
Physical Description: Dirty blond hair, usually just over the length that regulations allow. Leisurely clothes were standard grey slacks, and a long sleeve shirt.
(Since I can't post links x-x; )
White, with blue markings on the shoulders, and thighs.
Somewhat detailed background: Abducted from his hometown in Western Wales, Vincent had lived in poverty for all of his life. Abductions were next to normal in West Wales, so the clone that was left in his sted wasn't exactly needed. Of course, being kidnapped at age 5 isn't exactly the least-traumaizing thing that could happen to a kid. But, Vince learned to cope with the past, and focused on the future. He soon excelled past most of his class. His intellect and mastery of weapons were rivaled only by a few of the other SPARTAN subjects. Soon, the augmentation process came. Vincent made it through, though t was a bit bumpy, and his life signs went flat more than once. He lost more than one friend that day, and shed many tears. But, that wasn't the Spartan way, and soon, he became a cold, ruthless killing machine. Vincent closed up, barely talked, or showed any emotion. He just does his job, then leaves. This, of course, was apparent 'Perfect marine' persona, and Vincent quickly rose in the ranks, assuming the position of Major, no later then the age of 27. But, back to the past.
The biogenetic surgery enhanced Vincent's eyes, ears, brain, muscles, everything. His entire body functioned like... well, nothing he'd ever felt before. Soon, it was clear that Vincent was a master tactician. He planned out things for his squads that made the most dangerous tasks seem like a walk on the beach. Vincent also functioned well to different surroundings, as well as different weapons. Vincent was an excellent shot, and could hit a target from miles away.
But, the talkative team leader quickly drew back into a hole from whence he has yet to dig out of. Cold, he rarely cares about anyone but himself. Never speaks, unless he's making a plan, or barking orders.
Primary Weapon: MA5B Assault Rifle
Secondary Weapon (M6C, plasma pistol etc...): Shotgun(No idea the actual name for it >> )
Special Skills (sniping, heavy weapons ect......): Tactics, Speed, multi-weapon functionality(Can quickly adapt to having a new weapon in his hands), Accuracy, and Percision.
Sorry if he's too... God-like? I tried to make him worthy of the position.
Also, please ignore anything mispelled, my keyboard is acting up.
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